Casey's Cumming to Dinner [Warning: Deceptively NOT Explicit Content Except For Some Juvenile Innuendo]

Posted on Mon May 22nd, 2023 @ 5:27pm by Lieutenant JG Stanislav Finch & Ensign Casey Dekker

3,136 words; about a 16 minute read

Mission: The Song Of Silver Wings
Location: Finch's Quarters
Timeline: After "...Nothing to See Here"

Casey was coming to dinner!

The thought delighted Finch more than the terabytes of unedited candid camera footage he had collected since coming on board. He made a mental note to go through all of it later and make a highlight reel for much later. For now, he had dinner plans!

Going through Casey's replicator log, he had a few options prepared and on stand by, but if things went his way, they wouldn't get past cocktails before it was time for cock and tail.

He giggled at his internal double entendre when he heard the chime sound. "She's here!" he squealed with glee.

Outside the door, Casey silently berated herself for being an idiot. Trying to outsmart the Intel Hacker Guy? Not her brightest moment, and now here she was, coerced into dinner with the slimy little weasel of a spook. Still, she'd made an effort, her hair loose, a flattering, but not too daring, dark red blouse atop black trousers that accentuated her curves and finished in smart, wedge-soled ankle boots. She also had a rescue on standby for the inevitable moment where she expected Finch to try something either wildly inappropriate or embarrassingly cringeworthy.

The doors parted to reveal Finch sensually lounged atop the spine of his sofa. "Welcome to my abode," he said coyly with his head propped up on his hand. "Please come in and make yourself at home." He made a soft biting sound. "Clothing optional."

Casey took two instinctual steps backwards into the corridor. "I was wrong," she said, and shook her head. "Nope, I just can't do it."

Anticipating as much, Finch held up a PADD. "Dear Judge Advocate General, on the Stardate notated above, one ENS Casey Dekker--" He paused to throw her a savage, leering grin. "That be you." Clearing his throat, he went on. "--ENS Casey Dekker suffered an acute psychotic breakdown inasmuch that she attacked my person unprovoked from behind on account of an alleged act of sabotage which the unredacted ship logs and records show could never have been the case." Lowering the PADD, he asked, "Shall I go on or can we have a nice meal together as consenting adults?"

There followed the eyeroll to end all eyerolls, a deeply taken breath and then Casey stepped over the threshold into Finch's quarters. "Good to know that blackmail is the only way you can bring two adults together for dinner," she pointed out. "And I'd like to state now, for the benefit of all your no-doubt-ever-present recording equipment, that I consent to nothing."

"Ah-ah-ah," Finch said with a waggling finger of correction. "Consent can be given and withdrawn at any time." He slid down from the spine of the sofa and grasped Casey by the hand. "Enchanté, mademoiselle. Avance-toi un peu pour que je puisse tremper ma baguette dans ta soupe." His lips hovered a hair's breadth over her wrist in a sensual air kiss.

Casey made a show of looking up at the walls, expecting one angle or the other (or more likely many) to have some hidden recording equipment. "For the record. Consent not given." She allowed the hand-taking, raised an eyebrow at his French, and pulled her arm back against his chest as the kiss hit air above it. "Your baguette is going nowhere near me either," the comms officer stated, dark eyes scouring Finch's own. "The nice meal is it, understood?"

"Touchy, touchy!" Finch teased. "Why don't you have a seat, take a load off, and unwind the bunch in your panties. First glass of wine is on me."

So many responses that might have been given to that 'panties' comment, but Casey steered swiftly away from all of them. She looked to Finch coolly, then took the offered seat. "So, entrapment's your standard go-to for company?"

"I dunno, is aggravated assault your standard go-to?" Finch asked. "Since we're stating things for the record, you can take me to the ground whenever you want." He waggled his eyebrows. "I'm game for the rough stuff all the way down to brown town."

That was clearly a 'yes' then. Great. Casey straightened her back, rubbed hands down her thighs under the table and took a calming breath. She could either spend the next - was half an hour too fast to wolf down whatever he was about to present as a meal? - few moments of time fighting him or pretend that he was a fellow human. Worth a try? Probably not, but what the hell.

"Nice meal." She stated. "That's the deal. Let me just clarify that nothing else will be happening. So, you can try your sex-offender lines and teenage innuendo on me, but believe me, they're wasted. Understand?" A forced smile followed and Casey continued. "Or, you could try to talk to me like you're a normal person. Any chance you know how to do that?"

"Meeooow!" Finch purred and clawed at the air. "Are you always this feisty? What did I ever do you to anyway?" He tugged at the cork in the wine bottle which chose that moment to pop off. A burst of savory liquid shot from the mouth of the bottle and splashed across Finch's chest. At first he made to swear, but then he made a sensuous facial expression at Casey. "Give you any ideas?"

"Call me picky, but oddly blackmail dinners aren't gonna bring out my best mood," returned Casey with a slight shake of her head, then she couldn't help but chuckle as karma decided to step in with the wine. It faded a little at Finch's attempt to turn this accident into a 'move', but wasn't lost. If she was going to get through this damn meal, she'd need both strength of character and a sense of humour. "Ideas?" she threw back with a mock thoughtful expression. "Yeah, makes me remember I need to do laundry."

Finch clapped his hands and rubbed them together with excitement. "Mi casa es su casa! Feel free to strip down and do laundry whenever you want." He turned to the table and lifted the lid off a covered tray to reveal a pile of chocolate delights. "Now to the first dish. Delicious brownies for my delicious brownie!"

"Gonna stay dressed, thanks," Casey stated clearly for the record. She'd bitten back the 'in your dreams' immediate response when her brain swiftly intervened with the realisation that was likely exactly Finch's MO. "Chocolate for starter?" She asked, deceptively nicely. "They look good," Casey added as she reached to take one, gave it a good sniff and intentionally met the Lt's eye. "Any extra ingredients that are likely to get you in trouble? Again..."

"Lady, my middle name is Trouble," Finch replied through a bite of the brownie. "Unless that was your saucy little way of saying you want me to put a little something in your other brownie."

Casey ignored the overt reference and soldiered on regardless. "Trouble, yeah you are. Like that little incident with the security team on Starbase 482." She ate the brownie slowly, savouring the taste and opting to enjoy at least some of this enforced dining experience.

"Oh, that?" Finch rolled his eyes and scoffed. "How was I supposed to know they weren't prostitutes? Go look at the video feed and tell me it didn't look like gloryholes to you."

"I did have a look," Casey admitted freely. Wasn't as if they didn't both have access all areas on the comms for this boat. "Honestly? That was one of the reasons I'm here. So were you point scoring or genuinely concerned for their welfare?" She asked, curious.

"You wanna see the whole clip?" Finch asked with a seedy grin. "I downloaded the whole thing to my spankbank. Not everyone is into ex Borg drones doing it though." He let out a nasally chuckle. "Talk about cybersex, amirite?"

Was it wrong that she was a little curious? No. Did she want to see the whole thing now that it would be forever linked to Finch's 'spankbank' in her mind? Less so, than previously. But Casey wasn't a machine either. She chuckled at his unpleasantly prefaced final question - that nasal edge to his laughter grating on her eardrums. "I'm good," she decided. "But I did already get a decent look at it. Definitely a little too much cyber in the sex."

Finch let out a sordid snicker at her pun.

"Do you offer up your spankbank to all your dinner guests?" Casey asked, highly doubting that Finch entertained live sentient beings that often.

"Only the naughty ones." Finch favored her with a wink. "You're a bad girl. I can just see it. Nobody takes a man down and makes him eat leather unless she is an absolute demon in the sack."

Dark eyes gleamed. Casey was about to open her mouth to respond when her comm chirped with a male voice. Dekker - checking in as promised. You okay?"

"All good," Casey replied, and then looked to Finch with a polite fondness reserved for the unfortunate. "Oh honey, I'm ferocious," she said with a flash of a grin. "But I'm not going to have sex with you."

"Alright, fine, 'make love,' whatever," Finch said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I won't argue semantics with you, my ferocious little fox." He grinned even wider before recognition settled over his face. "Wait, who was that? Cocky little flight jockey? If you have a date with him later on, you might as well forget about it. He's not rocking anywhere near the monster hog I am."

"Not arguing would make things much easier," agreed Casey. "But..." She paused at Finch's big dumb grin, then shook her head and smiled as the desk-jockey picked up on Jasper's voice. "And yes, I'm getting together with him later," she confirmed, deliberately picking up on wordage that might suggest more than their true relationship. Her tone remained light and jovial. "He's gonna drop round to meet me once you and I have eaten dessert."

Finch's face scrunched in thought. "He's coming by here after dessert? I can work with that." Then, muttering under his breath, he added, "Wouldn't be my first time...." He clambered behind the sofa and gave it a swift kick, causing it to transform into a makeshift bed. "As you can see, I got a fold out!"

Casey opened her mouth to say something, grinned, and closed it again. No, this would be more entertaining if she let this play out when Fox showed up. "So you're into whoever shows up, basically?" She asked, not judging Finch on the whole issue of gender, but quietly entertained on his lack of any concern regarding individuals. Everyone was a win, it seemed. The rapid action of sofa to bed made Casey bark a laugh out loud. "No time wasted, no one turned down," she noted.

"Double the pleasure, double the fun." Finch shrugged and did his best to hide back his sordid grin. "But I do think this calls for getting straight to the oysters, honey-covered chocolate pistachios, horny goat weed tablets, and..." Practically hopping over to the wall, Finch pulled back a hidden panel to reveal a wall safe. With one quick biometric scan, it opened to reveal a climate controlled cache of bottles of every shape, color, and brew. "... alcohol! Pick your poison, my dear!"

"If you want double everything, you'll be wanting some Klingon action then," joked Casey, raising her eyebrows at that idiotic smile of his and frowning at the mention of horny goat weed. She did note the method of accessing his drinks cabinet with intrigued interest though, particularly as the rainbow colours of several hard to find and illegal-as-hell beverages showed themselves. "Is that Blood Wine?" She asked. "No way you can handle that..." Casey chuckled. "Fine, I'll have some of that blue one," she added, not wishing to gift his recording equipment with the words 'Romulan Ale' for the record.

Finch gave a staccato snicker as he handed her the Romulan Ale. "Oh my dear, I believe it will be you who gets the double action. This stuff burns a bit on the way down but it has a strong finish." He waggled his eyebrows. "Vis a vis moi."

Rolling her eyes, Casey took the drink and slugged back a first shot. Yup, it burned in a good way, not enough to even Finch out but hey, free booze was free booze. That eyebrow waggle though... She had to smile. "Thanks," Casey noted, genuinely. "Y'know underneath all that act and crazy talk, there's a really good acquisition specialist and hacker." There was a slight pause and her face turned serious. "But one who definitely isn't getting any action tonight."

"Fine, we can wait until the wee hours of tomorrow morning when we're nice and schnockered," Finch said. "That way we only remember the highlights." Of course, the fact he had every inch of the place under surveillance for his highlight reel need not go repeated. "To midnight delights," he said, offering up his drink for a clink against Casey's.

Sometime, somewhere, Casey wondered, there would be a woman who'd reap the benefits of whatever Finch brought to romance. Maybe. Could happen, right? But it wasn't going to be her and it wasn't going to be tonight. She'd come to the conclusion a few questions back that Finch himself was never going to give up, but that was okay. She was stubborn enough for them both. "To blue drinks and highlights," Casey confirmed, clinking her glass obligingly. "Nothing more," she said, with a defiant tone. Any time now, Jasper.... she willed in her mind, waiting for the door chime to kick in and assist in her escape.

Finch loosened the collar of his shirt just a smidge. "Methinks the lady doth protest too much. Ye think?" He waggled his eyebrows. "No worries. We can wait for your friend if that's how you like it." He chugged his glass like a champ and began pouring another. "More, my minxy mademoiselle?"

"Y'know," Casey said, not unkindly this time. "You're gonna make someone a lovely wife one day." She sipped the illicit booze and opted not to take too much advantage of this young man's eternal optimism. "Not tonight, though," she added with wry smile and a certain tone. Casey declined the refill, sitting on her currently remaining half-glass. "No, thanks. You should save that for someone special."

And then the chime sounded.

Oh, goodie!" Finch swallowed his drink and ran to the door on his tip toes. "Enter! Please, sir, come and don't spare the liquor for it flows freely!"

Fox stepped across the threshold and looked from Finch to Casey and back again. "I'm on shift in an hour," he said, with the brightest of smiles. "Just came to pick up Casey. You look like you've had a fun evening?" He noted the swift dunking of the half-full glass from his adoptive sister and turned his attention to Finch. "Time to call it a night. Okay?"

"But... but... I was about to make Mai Tais!" Finch protested. "You know, to break the ice before we put the Waikiki Sneaky between the cheekies." He looked at Casey. "I thought you said he was DTF?" Looking back at Fox, he leaned in to whisper, "Come on, man. I been working this one all day in hopes I get to work it all night, know what I'm saying?" Cackling at his own wit, he added, "Be cool, man. You go first even, I don't mind. She couldn't stop talking about you anyway."

As Finch spoke of breaking the ice, he wasn't the only one looking at Casey though Fox's expression was somewhat more incredulous than the intel expert's. He recovered swiftly, making serious face and nodding as Finch whispered quietly his plea for cooperation and wingman status, face adopting a broad, unapologetic grin.

"I know you what you're saying," Fox returned the hushed tone, as if neither of them could be heard by Casey sitting an arm's reach away, "but she's basically my sister, and even if she wasn't, she don't look to be consenting right now. Look," Fox rested a comradely hand on Finch's shoulder. "word of advice, entrapment works sometimes, sure. But enthusiasm is no excuse when it doesn't. You wanna go drinking and try our luck with the ladies, I'm cool with that. But right now, this is done."

"Damn, fam, you da freak with the kinky stepsister shit," Finch said, not hearing a word of Fox's sensible explanation. "But I'm down for whatever. You want me to be the angry neighbor? Oh, I know! I'll be the security officer who places you under arrest and orders you both to start with the buttstuff. Guilt free that way," added with a wink.

Not the first time Fox had stepped in to rescue Casey from some overly keen idiot, but he had to internally give Finch extra points for extreme annoyance. That thought though was as fleeting as the shift that utilised the friendly hand at Finch's shoulder to turn the smaller man in towards Fox's slight sideways step. While Finch kept babbling his inane chat-up plans, Fox's free hand drove the half-circle formed by his index finger and thumb directly at the unwanted Romeo's open throat, and hit with force. As Fox then turned them both, aiming to keep the annoying little shit upright, he was unable to resist the addition of a hard and fast knee to Finch's groin. "Guilt free works better for me this way," he noted, watching to make sure Finch could still breathe. "Got it?"

Falling to his knees, and not in the way he had been intending, Finch clutched his neck with both hands as he gasped for air. This wasn't his first throat-punch or groin-shot, but each time felt like the first time if he were honest. His lips moved, though without enough air to vibrate his larynx, the only sounds that came out were pained coughing.

Casey was already past him now and by the door, moving as Finch fell. She looked back, unamused, but despite the young man's attitude, grateful to hear breathing was still happening. Not that she couldn't have hit him herself, but Casey had a feeling there'd be more options for such in their mutual future. At least this way the ranks of those involved were equal, and workplace relationships slightly distanced.

Fox patted Finch gently on the shoulder and smiled. "Nice try," he said. "Wrong girl. See ya tomorrow, Stan." And he followed Casey out.

"My balls," Finch finally managed to croak out as they took their leave. "My little black and blue balls..."

 

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