Suffering Tsundere

Posted on Thu Jun 30th, 2011 @ 1:16am by Lieutenant Elizabeth Lynn

OOC Note: Due to the graphic nature of this flashback, if you don't like swearing and references to nudity, ignore this post as it is purely for character development purposes. Thanks!

=Flashback; Several Weeks Prior; Lieutenant Lynn's Quarters, USS Discovery=

Lieutenant Elizabeth Lynn rolled over in her bed, only to be impeded by the body of the man who should have left hours ago. Indeed, the man laying beside her had never once stayed a whole night in the three years they'd been sleeping together. That was really all they did, at least in agreement with one another, when they were together. The sleeping form of Captain Toreth, a Vulcan who commanded the USS Tripoli, reclined lazily in her bed, still nude from their evening roll through the sheets. While most Vulcans didn't need 'sleep' per say, Toreth was anything but a normal Vulcan, and he rather seemed to enjoy doing just that. That part didn't bother Elizabeth, it was the fact that he was doing it in HER bed that pissed the half-Klingon woman off.

"What in the fuck are you doing still here?!" Liz screamed, rousing her lover from his slumber.

"I'm on leave, it seemed logical that I spend more time with you," came the rather cold answer.

"Don't give me that logic bullshit, you never stay the night. You're up to something..." the woman's eyes narrowed as she rose to a half sitting position. The sheets fluttered lazily to the bed, revealing the soft, alabaster skin that normally hid under her uniform. Her somewhat petite breasts stood unobscured from view, which meant little to her since it was her room and he had seen them plenty of times already to make modesty an afterthought, if she even thought about it in the first place.

Toreth propped himself up onto an elbow, "I am not 'up to' anything. You and I have been in a casual relationship for three years. It is simply a logical progression for us to spend more time together than a night of passion prior to my egress while you sleep.”

“Like I care about logical progressions…” Liz frowned, pushing herself up off the bed. Her lithe frame, fully exposed, was almost statuesque. Thanks to the star filled portals, the bedroom wasn’t nearly as dark as it could have been, the eerie starlight casting sensual shadows against Elizabeth’s pale skin.

“You do know how to entice a man…” the Vulcan said with a tone of uncharacteristic hunger.

“You just don’t know how to keep that ‘thing’ in check is all,” Liz smirked, giving a nod to the Vulcan’s covered lap.

“Perhaps… but is it not flattering to know that your feminine charms are as powerful as they are?” Toreth countered.

“Shush…” Lt. Lynn countered bluntly, though she silently agreed that she did like know she had that much power of him. Liz moved into the living area of her quarters, which was separated by a partition with no door. She approached the replicator and ordered some orange juice, the drink of choice after her nightly activities with her on again off again lover. Toreth came walking out of the bedroom a moment later, similarly dressed, and wrapped his arms around Liz, who had been facing away from the bedroom at the time.

“Watch where you stick that…” Lynn growled.

“My apologies…” Toreth said, gently sucking at Liz’s neck before he noticed the drink in her hand, “Where is mine?”

“In the replicator, waiting for you to ask for it…” the woman replied, pulling away from him.

“Is something wrong?” the Vulcan asked bluntly.

“Yes…” Liz replied in a flat tone, “You’re still here… And I didn’t expect it. You know I don’t like surprises…”

Toreth folded his arms across his broad chest, “I understand that you are weary of changes in our routine… However, it has been three years, Elizabeth. In that time, we have merely spent shore leaves together at best. And most of them are my leaves spent with you, like this one. It would be nice for you to show a little more… enthusiasm for our relationship.”

“You’re one to talk!” Elizabeth screamed, “Every time we get together, you strip me and damn near rape me! If I weren’t half-Klingon, I’d probably be dead by now! You use me as a love doll just as much as I use you for a convenient companion…”

Toreth sank back a bit at hearing that. She wasn’t exactly wrong in what she had said. He did enjoy making love to her, because even if she looked much like a porcelain doll she was still far stronger and more resilient than any other females he had been with in his fifty-nine years of life. He just didn’t like the way she said it more than anything…

“I do not mean to give you the impression that you are simply an object of lust…” the Vulcan Captain began, suddenly being cut off by the icy glare of the Counselor.

“What you meant means about dick when you measure it against how it came across,” Elizabeth growled, “Why don’t you try using some of that Vulcan logic of yours to ascertain just what part of our time spent together hasn’t been about lust.”

Toreth frowned, a very un-Vulcan thing to do, and bridged the gap between them once more, “If I made you feel that way, why have you not said anything before now?”

“Like there was a really opportune time to say ‘Oh by the way, I think you’re treating me like the town whore’ in conversation,” the woman’s glare was growing more intense as the Vulcan spoke.

Toreth sighed, “I merely meant to express my desire to expand our relationship beyond what we had grown accustomed to…”

“And how is saying that worse than saying it the way you did before to piss me off?” Liz countered the statement angrily.

“I am uncertain as to why you are upset about anything I have said so far…” Toreth admitted.

Lieutenant Lynn screamed in frustration and stormed back in the bedroom, grabbing the pile of cloths on the floor that belonged to the Vulcan. Without missing a beat, she returned to the living area and threw the lump of garments at Toreth, which caught him off guard. He struggled to pick the articles that had fallen to the floor thanks to his inability to react fast enough and gave Liz a puzzled look.

“Get dressed and get the hell out…” the woman demanded.

“But…” was all he could say in protest before the half-Klingon grabbed the nearest breakable object and hurled it at him. While the Vulcan was deft enough to dodge the large glass figurine, the fact that she was resorting to hurling objects his direction was clue enough that she was serious about her desire to see him gone. Toreth practically leapt into his clothes and hurried toward the door to Liz’s quarters.

When he was gone, Elizabeth stood staring at the door for a moment before she realized what she had done. She hadn’t really intended to actually run him off, and it dawned on her that this time might be the last time she ran him off before he never came back. That alone caused her to charge into her bedroom and seek the comfort of her sheets. At least if she could fall back to sleep, she wouldn’t be able to over-think the situation and run the risk of crying over him. That was one thing she wasn’t prepared to do just yet…\