USS Titan, drydock.

[dee_troi]

::clambers up last few steps of maintenance ladder, accepting the hand of a nearby engineer to crawl out

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[capt_will_riker]

::half-straightens from painful kneel, poking head up over desk surface::

::exhales...a slow, gusty blow of dry air::

::favors her cheeky smile with a wide grin of own::

Counselor. Come right on in.

[dee_troi]

::pushes off of doorjamb, noting discreet exodus of engineering staff to opposite side of the bridge::

::bites back what would be a highly unprofessional laugh, obeying the lazy, inviting order::

::walks slowly around desk, surveying the situation::

Well, I see that you managed to get down.

But can you get up?

[capt_will_riker]

::stares, eyes widening at clear innuendo::

::jumps when sound of a spanner hitting deck echoes from bridge, offering wife a disapproving look::

::can't hold frown, though...not in the face of that smile::

::rocks back on heels, absorbing it for a moment...she's happy, genuinely happy again::

::finally manages to quit basking and crook a finger::

Join me for a moment, Commander.

[dee_troi]

::makes face::

I'll get dirty, Will.