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[nurse_cchapel]

Under Christine Chapel's direction - which was mostly a lot of nodding in approval or making a face if something ought to be changed - a small group had managed to make the largest of the ship's rec rooms look just as glamorous or fun or whatever as any Earth-grounded eighteen year old girl could want. Streamers and clusters of balloons adorned the

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[transwarp_beam]

"Nice party you've got goin' here," Scotty commented, toasting Chris with something creamy and green in a martini glass.

[transwarp_beam]

"Aye?" He carefully stepped over a stray balloon on the floor. "Anythin' interestin'?"

[nurse_cchapel]

"Acid and flesh are not friends," Christine replied wisely. "I knew that, of course, but do you think those buffoons playing with acid do?"

[transwarp_beam]

"I'd assume not," he said, grinning, "C'mon, you'd be out of a job if everyone on this ship was sensible."

[nurse_cchapel]

Giggling again now, she removed one hand from his neck to tap his nose lightly. "Yes, but that's not the point."

[transwarp_beam]

He felt his eyebrows climbing; damn, she really had had a few. "An' what is the point, then?" he asked playfully, catching her hand in his own and pressing a soft kiss against the knuckles.

[nurse_cchapel]

"The point is..." She had no sweet clue. He was distracting her from his own conversation. Damn him. "The point is that you shouldn't do that."

[transwarp_beam]

"Really?" He smiled mischeviously at her over their clasped hands. "Why not?"

[nurse_cchapel]

Squeezing her eyes shut momentarily, she shook her head. "Because it's... wrong, or something."

[transwarp_beam]

"Not quite the word I'd've used," he said, far too used to her by this point to be offended. In anything, flustered was an encouraging sign. "How 'bout this, then?" With a smile her leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

[nurse_cchapel]

Oh, jeeze, her brain was having trouble processing this. "That's the same sort of right." She shook her head, correcting, "Wrong. I meant wrong."

[transwarp_beam]

"Sure y'did," he agreed amiably, not believing a word of it. "And this?" Taking the natural next step, he let go of her hand and cupped her cheek, kissing her on the lips.

[nurse_cchapel]

Goodbye, Rational Thought, it was a pleasure knowing you. Christine was in the middle of kissing away when she pulled back, giving him a look. "You never listen to me."

[transwarp_beam]

He smiled, bright and unconvincingly innocent. "I do listen! Admittedly I don't always do as I'm told, but I do listen."

[nurse_cchapel]

"I see no proof of that," she replied, stubborn. Of it's own accord, the hand still in place on the back of his neck was teasing the short hairs of the nape.

[transwarp_beam]

"An' what kind'a proof would you like?" he asked teasingly, thumb brushing gently over her cheekbone.