AWD #004: Call Me Sir
Call Me Sir
Summary: Cole shares the good(?) news with Jess.
Date: 08 January 2012
Related Logs: Promotion log not posted yet
Cole Jess 
Viper Berthings
The berthings for the Orion's Air Wing are the same as what one would find on any other Mercury-class Battlestar, though they are distinctly different from the rest of the bunks on the ship. These bunks are separated not into sections of sixty, but by squadron. That means that there is a little more room to move around with only twenty to twenty-five pilots in one bunkhouse. Some officers have brought a small rug to sit in front of their bunks, but the tables and chairs are standard military issue. At the rear is a small couch that was probably new when the ship left anchorage and seems to have been kept carefully clean. The crest of the Lucky Strikes has been painted onto the wall behind the couch, as well.
08 January 2005

Sort of on auto-pilot (if you'll excuse the pun and any Cylon implication), Cole walks through the hatch into berthings. He shoulders past another pilot with a muttered apology and he sort of drifts in the vague direction of his bunk while he unbuttons the top few fasteners of his Duty Blues. It's the sight of Jess' feet that change his direction, and he's yanking open the curtain. "Nags. NAGS. Wake the frak up." Poke poke. Poke the sleeping bear with his pointy finger.

"What?" Jess startles awake abruptly, flipped over and upright enough to almost whack her head on the bunk above by the time he's poking her foot the second time. She puts one hand up on the 'ceiling' and kicks at his hand. "What? What's going on, Ari?" She starts to slide legs out of the bunk, feet aimed at the floor, "Are they here, is there another attack?"

Like a pair of bones, Cole tosses a pair of Captain's pins on the mattress next to Jess. "That." Is what. It's hard to read the expression on Ari's face, but he doesn't look as jubilent as one might after receiving such a promotion.

Jess rubs at an eye, still a bit fuzzy from sleep. The pins are so shiny. Brows furrow and she looks up at him, "I don't understand. You don't have the authority to promote me."

Like a ton of bricks, Ari crashes onto the edge of Jess' mattress, sitting down hard as if his knees gave out from underneath him. "They're mine." It sounds like a guilty confession before he presses his hands into his face, rubbing at his eyes with the pads of his fingers.

"Oh." That takes a moment to set in, and just for a second Jess might look the tiniest bit disappointed. She rubs at the side of her face, and hooks a hand in the back of Cole's collar, hauling him further into the bunk so she can pull the curtain closed. "Congrats," she says, sincerely, "It's about time. But you don't seem pleased."

Ari's feet leave the deck and he folds himself into her bunk. Normally, he wouldn't be seen dead or alive in another person's bunk with that ring on his finger, but Jess seems to have acheived some higher status. Politely, he removes his boots and drops them outside the curtain. With a wiggle, he sits cross-legged with his spine curved to fit his lanky form comfortably. "Just. Never thought I'd see the day. I mean Mags…I just never should have been in this long."

"Guess you finally waited 'em out," Jess jokes. She leans her shoulder against the long wall, sat sideways to face him. "I guess if you'd stopped expecting it a while ago, it'd be strange to suddenly get it after all. Take a bit to sink in." She punches his shoulder, "But when it does, hey. We should celebrate."

Ari's shoulder knocks back good-naturedly at that punch, "Yeah, I guess so." His fingers scrub at the back of his neck. "Celebrate? You mean you're actually gonna let me be on top?" His grin splits his lips to show a flash of teeth, and just like that, he seems to switch off whatever serious thought had his brow knitting. "Ooooh, shit! You know what this means? You have to salute me now and call me sir. Do it. Do it for me, baby."

Jess grins. "I don't know about on top," she replies, "But I guess maaaaybe big spoon. Just this once." Brows lift and then she drops her head back with a groan. "Noooooo. Oh my gods. Why. I didn't even think of that. No. I am so not saluting you and calling you sir. You will become even more insufferable than you already are."

Ari's hand juts up underneath the bottom hem of his Blue's shirt and he starts to make lewd hand gestures as if he's spanking his little Captain. "Say it….say it. Call me sir. CALL ME SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR." His hand beats like mad.

Jess laughs and covers her face with both hands, shaking her head. "No. No, no, no. I am not. You are the worst. You'd enjoy it far too much. Obviously." She gives him another shove, and then settles back along the wall again, leaning her temple against it. "You gonna put them on?"

Cole settles back down with her last question, and he's quiet for a piece of time. A hand closes over the pins, plucking them from the divot of the blanket. "Maybe later." He murmurs then pitches forward to give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll let you get back to sleep. Sorry to have woken you."

Jess pats his cheek and smiles crookedly. "Congrats, Ari," she says as he makes to leave, "You deserve it." She waits until he's mostly out of the bunk before adding, "See you later, sir."

Ari gives a delicious shudder. "Oh, yeah. That's the stuff." A quick wink and then he's retrieving his boots and retreating to his own bunk for the night.

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