Summoned

Posted on 31 May 2022 @ 12:38pm by Lieutenant JG Ron Bumble

Mission: Through the looking glass
Timeline: MU MD3
1252 words - 2.5 OF Standard Post Measure

ON:

Ron Bumble knew what to expect these days when he was summoned from the lab or his quarters. It started out her playing with him but now he suspected there was some real affection on both parts. He supposed it made life liveable for both of them. Well if he was the only "pet" of hers. Who knew?

At least it afforded him the luxury to not be as harshly watched and bothered by the other cronies on this station and allow him to focus on his work properly. Fear was a currency here and less of it on his head, meant more productivity. Maybe that was he plan all along he mused.

"She requests you," one of the guards informed him.

Ron nodded. "Let me just clean up." He closed up his science experiment and quickly washed and changed out of his lab clothes. Fresh and clean he was led to the more amenable part of the station.

There she was, the dark haired beauty wearing clothing of purple, reminiscent of ancient roman times. One elbow was propped upon the arm of the couch she was sort of seated on, her legs tucked up on to the couch. She seemed to be in some sort of contemplation mode or could it be an expression of boredom. When Ron arrived, she moved her feet to the floor and smiled. She adjusted her gold bracelet, then held her handout towards him, her palm down, as if wanting him to kiss her hand. The amethyst ring she wore upon her middle finger, sparkled in the light of the room.

"You have arrived."

"Yes my lady," Ron said reaching out and taking her hand. He knew she expected just the one kiss but he proceeded to kiss each of her fingers surprising her. "How can I be of service?" he asked locking eyes with her while sliding gently his hand further up her arm to caress her elbow.

Her eyelids lowered as she felt the tingle from his touch go up her arm and sent a shiver through her. Then she looked at Ron, "What news do you have on our search? Have you been able to find any indication of the artefact's we are looking for?" her lips drawing near to his and yet stopping just a fraction from his. Her breath scented with cinnamon.

"Nothing yet but I have messaged some colleagues. Trustworthy ones. There is chatter that the El Aurians are coming into play. And they may have some knowledge on some of what you seek," Ron told her truthfully. "One will be docking here in a couple of days. I hope to know more then. Perhaps my lady would like to meet with them personally?"

Lady Blackthorn pulled back slightly, to look directly into his eyes. "Yes please do so. I would like to meet with your friends." reaching out and caressing his cheek. "Tell me something interesting you are working on, anything where flowers are concerned?" She was feeling very restless, and confined. "Distract me so that I may not go into one of my moods." she giving Ron a half smile.

"Well it depends on which mood "my queen"," he said changing things more personal to them. She loved to role play. "Some of your moods are very enjoyable. And getting you in them is very enjoyable for me," he said gently laying her back and pushing up her dress up over her hips boldly.

"But flowers ....." he ran his hands gently down her thighs knowing exactly what she wanted but she wasn't quite relaxed enough yet, "had I had time. I could have brought you some. I managed to get some moon roses from Betazoid shipped. I will ensure some reach you. Although I know that's not what your referring too."

He spread her legs and lifted one over his shoulder starting to massage her feet and calf. "The poison I have been working on is showing promise. But getting it into a stable perfume or any cosmetic to get into circulation to your enemies. I'm having issues with stability."

He lowered his head. "I will keep trying and hope I have not disappointed you." She had entrusted this mission solely to him. Outside his other commitments. He knew she had some pretty lofty plans and certain people she was planning on getting out the road. It had to be flawless. He needed to get it flawless. Undetectable and stable.

Natasha was caught up in the wonderful feeling he was eliciting, when his comment caught her attention. She pulled her leg down and pulled him close, "Ron, if I didn't think you could do this, I wouldn't have asked you to do so." This time she kissed him. "You will find a way. And we could... get rid of some obstacles." she paused then asked. "Why are you wiling to put up with me and my moods. I am grateful though, but I am horrid to you..."

"I believe in you," Ron said simply. "And your horrid to everyone," he grinned. "How else can you run this station effectively? You cannot be seen to have favourites or emotions. You cannot be seen to be weak. Your enemies would pouch."

Giving out a sigh, "I don't want to get anymore horrid, though some of the people I have had to deal with, I've thought about using an agonizer booth. I may just yet. However that is where your experiment, your work of art is so important. They say the weapon of a woman is through poison and other subtle ways of killing. If there is a way to stabilize the chemicals in it. Maybe there is a critical ingredient we've not come across yet. Have you connection to someone who is in herbalism? One who is good at making salves and ointments?" Natasha getting a calculating expression in her eyes. "Maybe an apothecary sort of person."

"My cousin," Ron replied. He thought to himself how lucky he was that if she took this well, he had less pressure on the poisons and more time to devote to the ancient texts that the constable was insisting he find a way to translate. He didn't know if Natasha knew about that but dared not tell her as his life was threatened in that direction too. He hated this station. He had to get out somehow. Being pulled by both powers was hideous. Although the time with Natasha when they got to do this he did have a fondness.

Natasha gave Ron one of the most warmest smiles he'd ever seen which gave a warmth to her eyes. "Oh Ron you are brilliant!" Pulling him in for another heated kiss. "If he can help you out on this, it would be amazing. Just, don't let anyone catch you. I don't want anything happening to you." for if he were to disappear, she'd be ever so lonely.

“Me either,” he nodded. “Now my queen. Let’s get you cheered up before the Constable decides to come bother you with silly intricacies that really don’t need you attention,” he said laying her down and climbing on top of her so they were nose to nose.

With a smile and a giggle, Natasha pulled Ron close to her. "Thank you, Ron..." she was rather glad she and Ron had gotten close, if it weren't for him, she would be lost.

OFF:

MU Lady Natasha Blackthorn
NPC: Hawkins

MU Ron Bumble
NPC: Jonathan Reynolds