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"Nothing in what you say assures us that you won't do something to our home. Just that you want us to be quiet while we're in yours."

There's no emotion to the words. But he is watching Cain since he has a hand on Abel. And if he decides on a parting shot, John is absolutely primed to block. He doesn't trust you, Cain. Not even a little bit. Especially because of that dark grin.

Edited 2024-10-17 21:19 (UTC)

Abel doesn't grip his hand, doesn't move to shake it, in fact he pulls it back.

"I didn't ask to be here, and I'm glad to leave as soon as I'm able. You have my word that I won't fuck with your guns any more, if nothing happens to the Barge, but I'm not making any deals with you."

In fact he's rather done with him and his disturbing smile.

"We done here?"

"Well now that depends on your bodyguard doesn't it?" Cain looks at John. "I can promise everyone in my circle just wants you gone. We're not here to fight."

John just shakes his head.

"I don't want to hurt anyone." And he looks up to Cain. "If we're done, we're done."

He tilts his head a little.

"As long as we're done."

He holds his hands up, empty. "We're done."

He doesn't trust anything the man says. But he nods.

"Abel, how about you head out. I'll head out after you."

Abel glances between Cain and John before backing away and finally turning to leave.

He'd certainly like a quiet corner to breathe after this.

I was a soldier before I was recruited by the Admiral, you're a civilian, I'm not going to throw you in the line of fire just because I'm taking heat for something I knew was a risk.

If you get compromised let me know, but I haven't even mentioned your involvement to my small group. It's better that way, and most of them aren't the kind to go picking fights with nonviolent strangers, but if you do get hassled, let me know and I'll see what I can do about it.

I hope they do for your sake because apparently there are a few people on my side who think that easily repairable property damage if you have the notes to fix it is an unforgivable sin.

[He will send his notes over though, the file neat and orderly with drawn out layouts of the gun decks, descriptions of the tampering that was done, how to fix them.]

Edited 2024-10-19 21:41 (UTC)

Thanks for the notes! They're so well-labelled!

And I might be a civilian, but I'm thinking the Cap'n threw us both in this line of fire. But sure. I'll be keeping in touch with you, so expect updates.

Geez, people can be really weird about weapons sometimes. It's literally only so our ship doesn't take apart your ship when we meet next! That's it. Sorry to hear you're catching flak for that.

If I wasn't trying to be sneaky about it I might have color coded them too. Organization is a tool for efficiency after all.

You are right though. We're just playing a game our respective commanders want us to play. It's...unfortunate, if I'm being honest. I didn't really want to be in this position again, and yet here I am.

I think perhaps it's a bit of exaggeration on one side, my being a warden on the other. Preventative measures apparently mean the same as wearing my dirty work boots in the newly cleaned kitchen floors. I'll be fine though. I'm just...a little tired of it, to be honest. If and when the Barge gets back, I'll quietly go, I just hope the Cap'n allows that.

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"I might if you ask nicely enough," though he'll be taking that hand, finding it perhaps a little strange to be shaking the hand of a man you had every intention of swallowing in a few short minutes, but if Julian wanted to, that's fine. It's only polite, right?

Just about to pull his hand away, Bashir raises both of their hands and Abel can't help but find it charming, following after the other man to the bed in the back of the infirmary, all curtains and quiet. He doesn't sit quiet yet, hands clasped behind his back as he considers him, he's smile, those legs of his, the way his uniform fit in a far more flattering way than he thinks the Alliance could ever design them.

"Now, it's probably rude to just jump you...can you tell me what you'd like before I start assuming and put my hands in places maybe you'd prefer them not to go?"

Now that they're here, the effortless surety Bashir had out there at his desk slips just a little - just enough to give his chuckle the faintest hint of nerves at the edges.

"I'm not sure how rude it would be, given that I invited you here myself, but..." He gives Abel a brief once-over. "Let's avoid making too much of a mess - no penetration today, thank you. Otherwise, feel free to put your hands wherever you'd like." He takes a step closer. "And what about you?"

"Mmmm, I can work with that." He says, catching the curtains and pulling them closed, cutting them off from the rest of the room. He considers his own reservations and...well. It's not really a surprise, but nothing is off the table.

"You can do..." He starts, taking a step to meet him, both hands at his shoulders in a gentle press, walking him the few steps backwards until the back of his legs touch the hospital bed.

"Whatever you like with me." Leaning in, his heart practically beating in his throat as he replaces nerves with confidence, he kisses him, slow in the way that he's wanting to learn. He gently catches his lower lip between his teeth before pulling back and giving more of a push to get him to sit down.

"I'm really not picky."

Bashir isn't surprised to find that Abel is as forward with his actions as he is with his words. Still, it's exciting, the way he takes charge - a rarity for the doctor, who is usually the one guiding things, but not at all an unpleasant one.

He lets Abel walk him backwards, his own hands settling at the blond's waist in the meantime. "Whatever I'd like, hm?" he muses quietly, but before he can follow it up, Abel's kissing him and that's just fine. Much better than fine. Slow is the way he usually likes to start out - it's more romantic that way, and Julian is nothing if not a romantic. And who says a one-night-stand can't have romance? His kiss in return is unhurried and exploratory. Indulgent, even.

Bashir allows Abel's little push to sit him down and leans back on his hands to look up at him. "Well, then I suppose you'd better get down here. If the sky's the limit, I ought to start exploring my options, don't you think?"

It's a thrill, having no idea what sort of lover Abel might be and being just on the cusp of finding out, and it shows in the gleam in his eyes. That anticipation and hands-on discovery might just be Bashir's favorite part of being with someone new.

Indulgent is the best way forward in Abel's opinion, smiling down at Bashir and the way he's resting back on his hands, comfortable and confident. 'Get down here's him tempted to just fall to his knees, but that skips some of the fun he could be having.

Instead, he slips his shoes off, settling easily into the other man's lap, arms looping around his neck to keep himself steady.

"Well, hopefully I won't be thinking about much else soon enough."

Bashir's arms slip easily around Abel's waist as he sits. "Right you are," he says in a low voice, before leaning up to draw the blond into another kiss. It starts out just as slow as before, but after a moment one of his hands slides up and underneath whatever top Abel's wearing to run his palm and fingers over bare skin with that same indulgence, and that puts the slightest bit more heat into his kiss.

Eventually, he breaks away only far enough to speak as his other hand joins the first one. "May I?" he asks, moving to start removing Abel's shirt entirely but pausing to wait for the response.

Abel's clothes have been through the ringer, at least laundered since the capsize, the white tank top he's in has seen better days, Abel smiling as he gets his fingers under it to touch at his skin. His fingers are warm, feels nice.

"Let me," he returns, grabbing the hem of his shirt to pull it off, letting it fall where it will as he readjusts himself on the other man's lap, his own hands catching against his shirt, pulling him in for another kiss while the other man's hands are wandering.

Hey I want to talk to you about something.

It's not urgent so don't worry.
Just whenever you're free.

[The reassurance that it isn't urgent helps soothe him a little. Nothing like a 'we need to talk' text that gets your heart pounding.]

Of course. I'll be off in a half hour, want me to stop by your cabin?

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Sure, I'll be here.

[And since he has half an hour to spare, he'll get them both a hot drink too.]

Edited 2024-11-30 01:57 (UTC)

Abel let's himself leave a little earlier, making a detour to change his shirt, make sure he doesn't smell horrible before stopping by.

The knock is a courtesy, though he will try the door and slip inside if it's open.

"Hey, you wanted to talk?"

It is open, though only because he knew Abel was coming. Cain doesn't leave the door unlocked as a general rule because he doesn't want people just walking in any time they want.

When Abel walks in he'll find Cain lying the wrong way around on his bed with his heels propped against the wall and a book in his hands. He sets it down and rolls onto his side when he hears the other man's voice.

"Yeah. Got you some tea." Cain makes a small gesture to the still-steaming cup and puts his feet on the floor. "Busy day?"

Abel isn't exactly surprised. Cain isn't one to do anything regularly, but he'll shut the door behind him, locking it.

"Oh! Thanks, I was just thinking about something to drink when I left..." he'll take a seat on his bed next to Cain, slipping off his shoes before grabbing his cup.

"Not exactly, I've got a few different machines on maintenance rotation so I have something to do every day, but taking a rowing machine apart to clean and grease it, it really isn't as satisfying as Starfighter maintenance."

It is nice that he asks though, Abel's smile in response is bright, leaning back on one hand, "how about yours?"

He picks up his own cup while Abel talks, taking a sip and tilting his head in the other man's direction.

"Had an hour in the Enclosure this morning before I met up with Florian for a chat. Then I went to the library to check on a couple of things I need to talk to Tendi about for a project I'm working on."

Shrug. He's keeping busy in his own way. And... he's trying that whole casual talking thing that Abel wanted him to do.

"Then I messaged you, and came back here."

"I didn't know you were friends! I didn't mention it, but he was the one that provided the magic to conceal what we'd done back on the Narrenschiff. I like him, though I haven't talked to him all that much." He was rather nice to look at too, but he'd appreciated their conversation, even if it gave him a bit more to think about.

Still, the short little break down of his day is nice to hear, setting his cup down to put a hand on Cain's knee, leaning on to kiss his cheek. "Thank you," He says, the words warm and full of affection as he settles back into his own space, though that hand stays on his knee.

"You should let me know if Tendi offers herself for any more projects. That woman is worse than me when it comes to keeping busy. I might talk her into slowing down a little."

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