Location: Deck 28 Captain's Quarters
Marcab enters his quarters after working for the past twelve (12) hours. He is mentally drained from the meetings and paperwork. He stands in his quarters all alone. He feels a since of loss for some strange reason. He taps his comm badge, "Strongfellow to Doctor O'Dell."
Mikayla had been going over some data in her quarters and her sofa was strewn with PADDs but she was no longer looking at any of them as she had fallen asleep. The sound of her combadge chirping and Marcab's voice startles her awake and she jumps, sending PADDs onto the floor. "Damn," she swears as she rubs her eyes with one hand and taps her combadge with the other. "O'Dell," she says simply and starts picking up PADDs.
"Are you busy right now?" Marcab asks after touching his comm badge.
Mikayla looks around at the mess she made. It could wait as she detects something in Marcab's voice. Knitting her brows, she drops the PADD in her hand and begins slipping her moccasins on with one hand while she taps her combadge and says, "no. I'll be right there," then she heads out the door. A few minutes later she presses the chime at Marcab's door.
Hearing the door chime, Marcab announces "Enter." He is still in his uniform and has been standing in the middle of his quarters the entire time.
The door slides open and Mikayla steps across the threshold. She grows concerned the moment she sees Marcab. She walks over to him and places her hand on his shoulder. "Sweetheart? What's wrong?" she asks in a soft voice.
Marcab jumps. "Oh hello darling." Marcab says in a startled voice. He then asks, "Did I pull you away from anything important?"
"nothing that can't wait," Mikayla says, looking at Marcab. "So I'll repeat my question. What's wrong?"
Marcab turns to face Mikayla. He wraps his arms around her waist, and gently places his head on her shoulder. He tells her in a soft voice, "I just needed you. I hope that is okay."
Mikayla pulls Marcab close and strokes the back of his head as she whispers, "I'm here, my love. I'm here."
"I don't know why but suddenly I feel lost in my quarters all alone." he tells her. A small tear runs down his cheek. He raises his head and looks deep into Mikayla's eyes. After a few moments, he asks "Why do I feel this way lately when I am without you?"
Mikayla places her hands on the sides of his face and kisses the tear on his cheek. She looks into his beautiful blue eyes and smiles. "Because you love me," she says, softly. "Why do you think I work so many extra shifts?" she asks then kisses his nose. "So I don't have time to miss you so much."
Marcab pauses a few moments. He then tells her, "You know there is a way to solve that issue for the both of us."
Mikayla quirks an eyebrow and smiles. "What do you suggest?" she asks, softly, as she moves her hands to the back of his neck.
"How would you like to live here with me?" he asks her.
Mikayla pulls back a little, without moving her hands from behind his neck. She looks at him with surprise. "Why Marcab Revati Strongfellow. Are you saying you are ready to give up your free wheeling life as a bachelor?" she says, a twinkle in her eyes.
"I'm ready to try and allow another to up replace my lost family. It has been so long since I have allowed any one to get as close as you are since Anthony's death and the lost of my family." Marcab states in a sorrowful toned voice. "So what do you say?" Marcab asks.
Mikayla's eye moisten with tears of happiness as she looks into his eyes. "Yes," she whispers and moves her hands to his cheeks. "Yes," she whispers again and stands on her tip toes, kissing his lips with tenderness.
Marcab returns the kiss. After the kiss, he looks at her and says with a smile "I'm glad that you approve."
Mikayla turns in his arms so they wrap around her waist. She looks around the room and points to the wall where his small desk is. "I think that would be the perfect place for my book shelves," she says, leaning back against him and feeling the warmth of his body against her back. "We can move your desk over there," she says with a playful grin, pointing to a virtually vacant wall.
"Oh really." Marcab says jokingly. He continues on to say, "Decorating the place already huh. Before you know it I wont have anything in here." He then chuckles a bit.
Mikayla turns around and pulls out of his arms, sliding her hands down to his and then starts walking backwards, pulling him along as she moves toward the bedroom. "Now....about that cammo bedspread," she says, shaking her head as she keeps her eyes locked with his. Once she gets to the bed, she lets go of one of his hands, reaches behind her, grabs a bunch of the bedspread in her hand and pulls it off of the bed. "It's got to go," she says as she falls backward onto his bed. "How do you feel about purple?" she asks, pulling him down on top of her.
Marcab's mind now begins to race with thoughts other than station business. He looks at his lovely girlfriend and says, "Well I always thought you looked good in it." He gently pushes her down on the bed and kisses her softly.
Closing her eyes, Mikayla whispers, "I was thinking more along the lines of curtains and matching bedding," then she rolls him over on his back, straddles him and begins removing her shirt. "But we can discuss it later," she says with a seductive smile.