April 2, 2363

I often forget, because of Travis' combat ineptitude, that he is good at other things that aren't sex. This makes me a pretty bad girlfriend, but thankfully I only forget this silently, and when he does something to remind me that he does have other talents, I do provide acknowledgment and positive feedback.

Blue was able to quickly find something that would suit our communication needs, and brought it back to the ship with him when we were ready to head out for our next run. Travis quickly disappeared into the bowels of the ship, and worked to integrate this new bit of useful into the existing communications system. That part was actually pretty easy, as it only took him an hour or so to do it. The complicated part was finding a way to make the portable bits inconspicuous so that each of us could have our bit on our person at all times.

I think Blue's communicator was the easiest, as he has a pair of wrist guards he wears all the time which he put his into. Travis has never been one for jewelry or anything else that is not strictly utilitarian, but he eventually decided to add his into the ring I gave him for Christmas. I'm even worse about clothing and accessories than Travis, since I would rather just run around without the fuss of clothing if I could get away with it, and so, understandably, there is not one item of clothing or accessory that I wear regularly.

Travis was getting frustrated with me on the subject, as I hadn't decided what to do, and I kept shooting down his suggestions as he made them. He actually threatened to cut me open with my own d'k tahg, and install the thing under my skin permanently. I was actually half tempted to do something like that, though in a slightly more sterile environment under the care of someone a little more trained for the job. The only problem with that was I wouldn't be able to take off the communicator should I have reason to do so.

He eventually convinced me to just put it into the wrist guards he got me for our anniversary. I think half the reason he got the things for me is that the lacing reminds him of that corset he loves so much when I wear it. He had actually suggested the wrist guards at first, but I'd dismissed it originally, as I really didn't really wear them. I wear the choker a lot, but I didn't want to alter it, nor give myself possible reason to ever discard it.

Having given into the suggestion, I've been wearing the wrist guards regularly (and the choker even more frequently than before), and Travis has been showering me with more attention. He'll randomly bite at the back of my neck, and nuzzle at the lacing on the choker, then do the same with whichever wrist he could make the quickest grab for. He does these same things along my back when he's got me laced into the corset too, but that contraption isn't exactly friendly for day to day wear.

Blue has found the whole thing amusing, and has not hesitated to tell me so. He doesn't understand why Travis is so fascinated by bits of clothing and accessories, and he points out that I'm perfectly worth the worship he gives me regardless of what I'm wearing. I can't say I understand it either, but I know Travis is perfectly appreciative even when I'm not wearing these things, it just seems to drive him just that much more when I am.

It does feel weird to know that wherever I go, I'm am but a quick verbal message away from Travis and Blue. Almost feels like a wireless leash. Part of me wonders which of us is going to first revolt and “forget” our communicator when leaving the ship, Blue or I. Probably Blue, because I suspect my worry for Travis and his safety outweigh my desire to not be tracked or restrained in any way.