Dinner With the Darth, Epilogue by MioraaNyte ()
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Upon returning to their quarters, the Commander and Omega were still in partial disbelief of the previous events. Unable to sleep, both agreed that they should begin studying the new information on the datapads they had left on the table before going to dinner.
"Well," the Commander said to his partner approximately an hour and a half later, "I'm ready to go to bed now, my eyes are starting to cross from all this reading. How about you Omega, ready to call it a day?"
"Actually," the woman responded, "I finished over thirty minutes ago, I was just staying to keep you company."
Looking at Omega with a bit of surprise, the Commander spoke, "you were able to absorb all this in less than an hour, how?"
"You forget Commander," Omega replied, "I was genetically designed for intelligence gathering and my cybernetic implants make it possible for me to quickly download the data from the pad directly into my memory." Then with a smirk, said to her partner, "I'm not limited by the slow thought processes of the average person, like yourself."
"I think I've just been insulted," the man returned with a bit of a huff, "in fact, I'm sure of it."
""There you go pouting again," Omega said with a small laugh, "You are a very intelligent man, you just don't have the abilities I do. It's not your fault you're a bit slow."
Beginning to chuckle at the woman's words, "oh yes, I have definitely been insulted," then continuing, "alright, enough of that, we need to get some sleep. Even though Trego said it would be a few days until things get started, I have a feeling we won't have much rest time."
Rising from the couch, both ascended the stairs to the sleeping area. Bidding each other a good night, the pair parted company and made their way to their respective bed chambers. Entering his room, the Commander hung his jacket and tie in the closet and removed his shirt. Sitting upon the bed, he began to remove his shoes when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Knowing it was his partner, he called out, "come in Omega, though I warn you, I'm not wearing my shirt."
Entering the room, Omega replied, "you're not the first man I've seen shirtless, Commander. Did you also forget I used to exercise in the same gymnasium at headquarters as everyone in Intelligence?" Pausing for a moment, the woman continued, "I need your help with this dress, as hard as it was to fasten, it's proving even harder to unfasten"
Laughing at her situation, the Commander couldn't resist a verbal jab toward the woman, "you mean to tell me with all your superior genetics, you're having trouble with a simple hook and eye fastener?"
"Very funny," the woman replied in a agitated tone, "are you going to help me or not?"
"Of course," The Commander answered, "come here and turn around." As he began to unhook the fasteners, he sighed to his partner, "you really did bugger these things up. It would be easier to cut this off with my vibroknife."
"Don't you dare!", the woman exclaimed, "it's too beautiful to damage it. Besides, I may get a chance to wear it again, one day" As the Commander continued to struggle with the clasps, Omega spoke again, "it's a lot to think about, isn't it? In the last few hours, we went from being an Intelligence Field Agent and his Watcher to rogue operatives, to dead and forgotten."
"It has been quite a day," the man responded, still struggling with the fasteners, "and you're right, it's a lot to take in. Our past selves and lives are no more, We're new people, things will be different than to what we were accustomed."
"Agreed," Omega answered, "Things are going to be different." Feeling the last of the fasteners being freed, the woman let go her grasp of the gown and turned suddenly toward her partner, embracing him tightly, her now exposed breasts pressing firmly against the man's bare chest. Looking into her surprised companion's eyes, she gently whispered. "beginning now."
Shocked by Omega's action, the Commander stammered, "what are you doing, Omega? Have you had too much to drink, you're not acting like yourself."
Gently placing her fingers to the man's lips, still staring intensely into his eyes, the woman again whispered, "shhhh... we can talk in the morning." Pausing for a moment, Omega whispered, "my name is Shara... Shara Jenn. Now shut up and kiss me, Aurturo..."
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