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Title: Day 10 [1000 hrs.] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 19, 2019, 05:33:15 AM
"Material Girls"
STARDATE 57581.25
FRIDAY, MARCH 20, 2381
1000hrs

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Walkway leading to Ibai Besi Promenade| Aldea] Attn: @Stegro88  
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The transporter effect faded from around Faye's vision, and she blinked her coal black eyes a few times, letting herself adjust to the views before her. Gone were the blue white motes of light, as reality reasserted itself. The gravity was slightly different, though by now not unfamiliar, and so too were the smells and sounds around her.  Everything was so...bright. Another tale tell trait of the cities of Aldea. This was not her first, or even second trip down to the planet that currently gave the Theurgy sanctuary. By this point in their stay, she'd been down here every few days, during her free time. Aldean styles of clothing were similar enough to those she wore on Betazed, and her home colony that she could indulge in some of her personal attire. And the beaches...well.

No, this was not her first trip. What was different this time, however, was her assigned watchdog. Now, that's mean, Faye. Security Escort. Not watchdog. The Klingon woman next to her had not been assigned to Faye to keep an eye on Faye. No, she'd been assigned to Faye to keep someone from deciding Faye looked like a tempting target to pick up. The Betazoid knew, in fact, that Mickayla - or Hanayr, as she went by when down on the planet - had been one such abductee.  And now she was back, escorting the ships sole diplomatic officer on what amounted to a glorified shopping trip.

Stepping down off the transporter station's primary pad, Faye gave a small dipping nod of her head to the transporter tech, an Aldean. Gestalt or not, she couldn't really tell. She'd been around the planet a bit and had gotten to know a few of the local's. Quite well, she thought with a smirk, remembering her first trip down with PO2 Riley Patterson. Imazdi. The word slid across her mind unbidden, with a warmth seeping into her skin that had nothing to do with the bright Aldean sun, and everything to do with the human woman. A smile split her face as she turned around, clasping her hands behind her back, as her dress' skirt flared about her ankles and calves.

"Coming, Hanayr?" she asked in a merry tone that belied her earlier disgruntled feelings. Perhaps she was laying it on a bit thick, but she could pick up a lot coming off of the Klingon woman assigned to keep her safe, and so she was compensating pretty heavily.

Faye had not wanted an escort. After all, she had protested, all she was doing was going to a highly trafficked, well guarded shopping district. Plenty of people around to keep an eye on her. And, she had added, waiving a finger, and piling on 'all due respect', she was a telepath. She'd sense anyone with ill intent coming after her. However, the ships second officer had been quite adamant. Lt. Commander Stark had put her foot down, literally and figuratively. Faye could see the woman, arms crossed under her bust, glaring up at the diplomat.  And, well aware that Faye was indeed telepathic, the Ops Chief thought quite a few things for the (slightly) younger officer to pick up.

The diplomat had returned to her quarters to change, as red in the face as her shirt collar. And when she'd reported to the transporter room a short while later, she'd done so without saying on word of protest to the agitated looking non com assigned to keep her in one piece.

Now she stood, looking up at the platform, waiting for the other woman to step off and join her. Just behind the young Betazoid was one of the long glass lined passageways that would lead down to the shopping district, under yet another bright, transparent dome. The architecture on Aldea was invigorating to the young woman, even if she preferred the open beaches to the enclosed, geodesic cities.

Bobbing up and down on her heels and toes, Faye spun again, starting into the corridor as Mickayla - Hanayr, she again reminded herself, just as she was going to be called Tess - fell in step with her. They were of a similar height, though the security officers shoes had more of a heel to them than the diplomats flat footwear. She would have gone barefoot entirely, but Aldean regulations prohibited the practice in public areas that were not parks, beaches, or other such locations.

Hands once again clasped behind her back, the dark haired junior officer grinned up at her escort. "I remember hearing something about a dress shop that, supposedly, makes some choice garments in Tholian Silk. I've always wanted to get my hands on that." It would, she had thought, make a most excellent gift for her Imzadi. Though she had not ruled out acquiring some for herself to wear. Assuming the rumor she'd learned about from overhearing Chief Warrant Officer Tarsi sh'Zhan gossiping with junior Lt. Jonas Arisaka was true. She'd only been able to get a brief surface reading fro the Andorian shen and therefore couldn't be completely sure.

That just makes this an adventure of a sorts, she thought cheerfully, as they descended toward the district doors at the far end of the glass enclosed walkway.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 20, 2019, 03:49:17 AM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Walkway Leading To Ibai Besi Promenade ] Attn: @Brutus
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“Protection duty they said. Security is important. Low profile,” Mickayla had recalled as she stood on the transporter pad waiting to beam down. “Lieutenant Trent has picked up a credible threat to Theurgy personnel on the planet’s surface. So, we are covert escorts for senior staff. The guard needs to fit in wherever they go.” A glance to her left at her principal, one Ensign Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers, and Mickayla knew that someone, somewhere, was having a good laugh as the transporter energised.

She had to admit though, her second trip to Aldea’s surface was starting out much different than her first had. For one, she was wearing nicer clothes. Unlike the green dress her Betazoid companion wore though, Mickayla had chosen simple black pants with a grey jacket over black top. Simple boots completed the look. Replicating the outfit had reminded the Klingon that she had no personal effects, nothing that she could call her own. Everything that she had owned on the Endeavour was either destroyed or littering the Azure Nebula somewhere.

“Now I’m out here, with nothing to show for it. Kind of like the Theurgy herself,” Mickayla mused as she stepped off the platform after Tess, Ensign Eloi-Danvers’ cover name, beckoned her. She had chosen the name Hanayr for herself. It sounded nice enough while also being Klingon. One of the upsides of being a hybrid was the ability to go more places and blend in better. Now, being a full blood, she would have to place the part if she wanted to fit in.

“Coming Tess,” she responded, absently patting the satchel slung over her shoulder that held a communicator, folding knife and the Aldean version of a Type-I phaser. She would have chosen a Type-II or her preferred pulse phase pistol, but they had to keep up appearances. They had tried to argue that she wouldn’t need weapons but Mickayla had fired back with the question of how she was meant to protect someone without any weapons. She was now beginning to think that this was all a setup. For what reason, she wasn’t sure. “Where to first?”

As Faye, or Tess as she would have to think of her here was explaining about a dress shop, Mickayla caught the first hints of the smell of the ocean on the breeze. It was something she had learned to like after growing up in the highlands of Scotland. Up there, everything was just cold, though it grew on you after a while. Recently though, after having her DNA altered, she had found she preferred warmer temperatures.

“I hope she doesn’t want to go to the beach though,” Mickayla thought to herself as she fell into step with Tess, the two of them moving along the promenade. “She might have worn swimwear under that dress, but I sure didn’t. I don’t even have a towel with me.”


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Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 20, 2019, 05:08:47 AM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Walkway leading to Ibai Besi Promenade| Aldea] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Tess, Tess, Tess. What is in a name? she thought to herself, A rose by any other, would smell as sweet. The lines weren't quite right, but she remembered the play they'd come from, a tragedy. Her mother had been fond of the poems and plays of the ancient bard, and they had been surprisingly useful in dealing with other Klingon's in her past. There had been a local theater company on Khitomer that did weekly performances. 

In the Original Klingon, of course. 

'Tess' felt her lips curl into a wide smile as she snuck another side long glance at her escort. For today, at least, she could be Tess, and Mickayla, her uneasy bodyguard, would be 'Hanayr '. Tossing a few of her (currently dyed) blonde locks back behind her shoulder, the telepath took a very light surface reading of her guard, and that smile just grew wider at the little worry she'd picked up. Now there's an idea that holds some promise. Klingon's could be so...uptight some times. Even ones that had spent most their life on Earth.  That thought elicited a giggle.

Faye had done a little checking up on who'd been assigned to protect her. Nothing too invasive, just a quick glance at the woman's profile, to see what she could find out about her assigned companion for her little shopping trip.

But a service record never did justice to the person in question. Only so much could be gleaned from an official record. Some of what was coming off of Mickayla now would never have been discernible from reading fitness reports, or noting which ship she'd served on when. Though the less pleasant feelings, might have been gleaned from the note that the Endeavour had been her previous assignment, destroyed by the Borg, in the depths of the Azure Nebula.

"The shop is in the bazaar below," Faye educated Mickayla as they walked, the Betazoid keeping her pace brisk, but not so fast as to be a jog or anything as untoward as that. Her skirt swished with each long stride. She wasn't quite in a hurry, but at the same time she was eager to get down to the press of people and merchandise. Her own bag had an Aldean communicator, and some credit chits that she could redeem for purchases. 

Letting her voice drop a bit - they were relatively alone in the glass enclosed path, as the other pedestrian's seemed far out of earshot - Faye asked a question. "What about you?" When the Betazoid got a blank look, she elaborated.

"What I mean is," she murmured, as the walkway evened out. "Was there anything you'd like to do? Anywhere, or I guess, anything you'd like to try and find? You got assigned to me, not by choice, but because you were up in the duty roster. I know you didn't volunteer to babysit the officer." That last bit was a very soft whisper indeed, as they approached the entrance to the bazaar. 

The towering doors ahead split open at their approach, soundlessly sliding to the side. The torrent of sensation washed over the two women as they stepped from the quiet, serene walkway, into a bustling market, full of the smells of cooking meats, rare spices, and the sounds of various languages mixing into a chaotic, vibrant tune.

Faye hadn't really known about what Mickayla had been reflecting upon earlier when she'd replicated her clothes. She didn't realize that she was offering, in short, to help the woman make a new start. No, the Diplomat was just being a diplomat, trying to smooth things over and make everyone happy. "There's bound to be something here that will speak to you. I see no reason why we can't make sure you enjoy yourself too. Even if you're only here to keep me from getting into trouble."
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 20, 2019, 11:19:04 AM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Walkway Leading To Ibai Besi Promenade ] Attn: @Brutus
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“I’m not sure Tess,” Mickayla said, her eyes skimming the crowd searching for anyone that posed a threat. Truthfully, in a way they all did. Mickayla knew none of them and so trusted none of them. Even before, trust was something that had been hard to come by. And now, after, well, it was going to take a lot for her to fully trust anyone. The current list was countable on one hand, with fingers to spare. “My last trip wasn’t the best experience so I could settle for just having a better one this time round.”

“And I could have said no, swapped with someone,” Mickayla replied, lowering her own voice as well. “But I can’t let what happened hold me back. Or they win,” the Klingon pointed out, glancing at the large doors ahead of them. “And for the record, I don’t look on this as babysitting. Just something I’m not very comfortable doing.” Following the Betazoid through the doors and into the market proper, Mickayla took a moment to adjust to the sudden switch in her environment. “Well, this is going to be fun,” she mused silently, eyeing the jostling crowds.

“Perhaps,” Mickayla conceded as she considered what she could see. “In terms of clothing, I’ve always been a more functional dresser. Growing up, it was generally always cold, so you dressed to stay warm and after I left there, I was told what to wear,” Mickayla explained as her thoughts drifted over Scotland and then her time in basic training. “Its been like that ever since. Well until recently,” she added as she thought about now being fully Klingon and all the changes it had brought about. She wasn’t sure that even if she had her old clothes still if they would still fit her. Her kilt might have but that would have probably been about it. And the kilt wasn’t the type of clothing that someone who now enjoyed being naked in the warmth of her quarters chose to wear. “But I guess anything is possible. I’m walking proof of that.”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 20, 2019, 06:37:43 PM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers |  Ibai Besi Promenade| Aldea] Attn: @Stegro88  
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As the other woman spoke, the diplomat felt her focus shifting away from the bazaar up ahead, and it's impossible press of mental presence, and instead lay upon the mind of Mickayla. The emotional swelling and ebbing that she picked up threatened to wipe the smile off of the girls face entirely. If it were not for her Diplomatic training, and her experience with Klingon's, her expression would have faltered. Some of the brightness of her expression faded away, but the smile remained.

"I've yet to meet a Klingon, or a Starfleet Officer, that would do any less than what you purpose," she spoke softly, and hoped she sounded soothing. Her eyes turned to her left hand, which she raised up and wiggled the fingers. "Don't let them keep you down. Go right back into it. Even if it means adjusting to a new limb." That had, and still was, something of a challenge for her, but she was getting there, day by day.

Then again, you aren't exactly a typical Klingon, are you? she thought, wise enough not to speak those words aloud. She immediately began to recalculate her approach as she gleaned a little bit more. Technically it was rude to probe, but she had the best of intentions at heart.

They could no longer ignore the crowd however, as the doors slid shut behind them, leaving them in the sea of people. Faye shut her eyes for a moment and took a long, slow breath, filling her lungs with the smells of the bazaar as she let her mind float above the collective consciousness. So many voices threatened to crash upon her walls, but she let them flow over instead, becoming a steady background noise of thought and impression. Desires, hunger, the thrill of a deal, the sting of being conned, the pride in finding what one wanted. The eyes that roamed the crowd, appreciating what they saw. The joy of a stomach full of a tasty treat. All of it was there, and not, at the same time.

Faye seemed to calm in the presence of such a group, even as her Security Escort seemed - to her at least - to tense up. You've been through a lot. Let's see if I can make it better. Always seeking the compromise that satisfied all parties.

Slowly, Faye started off, carefully stepping her and there, sticking close to the woman assigned to protect her. There was no point in trying to get too far ahead, that would only accomplish the opposite of what she sought to do.

"You know, Hanayr, she noted as she turned around and began to walk backwards, hand still behind her back, skirt still being kicked up with each step. "Just because you've made some physical changes doesn't mean that you have to change how you act or dress. Not unless you want to." That was prying, a bit. She gestured to a vendor selling what looked to be body jewelry made of shells. "At the same time you could use this as an excuse to expand your horizons. Try something new. I'm sure some of these would look fetching on you." Some of them would look fetching on herself, Faye knew. She imagined getting a set to wear round her ankles when off duty, padding around her overly large quarters, and giggled a bit, laying on the charm.

Given what she'd skimmed off of 'Hanayr' just a moment ago, she could imagine the Klingon doing the same.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 21, 2019, 03:40:19 AM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Promenade ] Attn: @Brutus
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"Lieutenant Commander Hathev did suggest that I take this opportunity to try new things. To explore the differences in the world and in myself now that I am different,” Mickayla thought to herself as she followed behind Faye. The Betazoid seemed to be pacing herself, either so she could look more closely at the stalls they were passing or perhaps just so that Mickayla could keep up with her in the crowd. She saw people from many other species, surprised at how many there were given the nature of the planet Aldea. “And not a single one of them knows what is right above their heards.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” Mickayla conceded as Faye, as Tess, drew her attention to a vendor selling body jewellery and Mickayla stepped up beside her charge and began perusing the bracelets and other bodily adornments. Most looked to be made of shells but Mickayla also found several made from various gems and other minerals. Considering them too high in value, the Klingon moved back to the shells, noticing one that was black and red. It was just over half the size of a combadge and, after picking it up and turning it over, Mickayla realised it was meant to be worn as a navel piercing, with the shell covering the navel completely.

“Well, there goes that idea,” Mickayla mused, setting the jewellery back down. “I don’t have my belly pierced, I couldn’t wear the shell on duty and even if those two weren’t stopping me, I have nothing to purchase it with. So, it looks like my part in this trip will be browsing while Faye does the buying.” Stepping back from the table, Mickayla glanced around the crowd, trying to ignore the tiny knot of disappointment forming in her gut as she noticed all the other stalls, knowing that no matter what they were selling, she wouldn’t be buying.

Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 21, 2019, 05:36:04 AM
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Smiling a small, pleased little smile, Faye dipped her head and gave a little wave of her hand, letting her fingers fall to her chest, just below her throat. "It has been known to happen," she agreed slyly, pleased at the small admission. What person didn't like being right, after all? Diplomat's were just as guilty as the rest of society, even if they liked to pretend to be above such things.

Contemplation seemed to wrap around the body guard as the two women stepped into the the area around the stall. Faye began to circle, taking it all in. The wares were very pretty, and a sign in Federation Standard, Klingon, Aldean and about three other languages that Faye only half recognized, and didn't really read, proclaimed the majority of what was for sale to have been hand made. Faye had an appreciation for what one could do with their hands. While her talents did not really trend toward jewelry, or crafting of any kind really, she could appreciate the work when she saw it. The act of exerting the time and effort to create something, and not simply replicate it, had a value all its own that was treasured throughout not just the Federation, but most civilizations she knew of. A not quite universal constant, but as close to it as Faye had seen.

Thus enlightened, Faye redoubled her efforts to take in the shop and all it had for sale. There was a broach that looked promising, and a hair tie that seemed to be slender bands of some flexible metal woven around a dark stone, that was at once both red, and purple, depending on the light. There were a smattering of rings, for fingers or toes, and some kind of sliver arm band. But it was the shells that drew Faye back in, and after a moment, she decided she wanted a pair of the blue and white shelled ankle bracelets. Unlike some of the other items she'd seen, these were designed to rub together and jingle with each step, and she could already see how much fun it would be to dance in them.

Humming faintly, the Betazoid had just stepped in toward the proprietor when a wave of disappointment stole the smile from her face, and it took her a moment to realize the feelings weren't actually her own. That got her eyebrows rocking up toward her hair line as she turned to look at Mickayla's back. Now just what was that about? She thought, picking up enough of a vague impression to look over at the red and black shell pendant - no...belly ring?

Her brow furrowed as she put everything together, running her fingers over the shell. "You know...I think it would look good," she began, carefully, not wanting to injure the woman's' pride. She spun it around in her hand, checking the price. Not egregious. And this place probably operates on the time honored tradition of haggling.  Turning now to walk over and stand next to Mickayla, still in the bounds of the little stall, she said quietly,

"It's embarrassing, really, just how many credits those of us on the senior staff are allotted for this kind of thing. When it all gets converted into these....stars the locals use, its...well. It's a lot. More than I could spend on my own, is what I'm trying to get at. If there's something you see, I can't think of a reason why we couldn't get it. I'm sure there's somewhere around here that could...well, you know, arrange for a um...fitting for something like this." She held out the black and red styled shell piercing to the guard, a questioning smile on her face. "It would look rather stunning, you know."
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 21, 2019, 12:44:07 PM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Promenade ] Attn: @Brutus
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Mickayla said nothing as Faye stepped passed her and picked up the piece of jewellery that she had been looking at and put back. If the Ensign wanted to buy it, there was nothing the Klingon could do to stop her. She’d just have to live with the disappointment, and perhaps a little envy, of seeing it adorn someone else’s body instead of her own. She also noted the irony of that considering that she didn’t even have her navel pierced to be able to wear the shell. When Faye turned around and held out the shell to Mickayla, speaking about how it would look and credits and stuff, the Klingon was a little surprised by what was happening.

“Ah, thanks Tess,” Mickayla stammered, reminding herself to use the Betazoid’s cover identity. “It probably would but I can’t let you do that for me. It wouldn’t be right,” the Klingon argued. “If I can’t pay for something myself then I shouldn’t have it. That’s how I was raised. And you don’t have to be delicate with your words, Tess,” Mickayla chided gently. “I don’t doubt that there is a place I can get pierced around here. The vendor probably knows of one,” Mickayla pointed out, trying to think of more arguments about why Faye shouldn’t spend her own money on her guard, even if she had what was apparently ‘a lot’.

“Even if you did get it and I did get pierced, I don’t have the clothes to show it off properly. It would just be wasted under this top and jacket,” Mickayla argued, vaguely realising as she finished speaking that the same reasoning for buying the sea shell would apply to the clothes as well. And that, among other reasons, were exactly what Faye responded to her with; shooting down each of her arguments with logic and reasoning that would have made a Vulcan proud.

In the end, all Mickayla could do was accept that Faye was paying for the jewellery, and clothes to ‘accentuate it’, as Faye said, while they went somewhere so that the Klingon could get a navel piercing. Huffing slightly at being outmanoeuvred so efficiently, Mickayla was very grateful to the Betazoid as she carefully held onto her new jewellery as they left the stall.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 21, 2019, 02:58:58 PM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Walkway leading to Ibai Besi Promenade| Aldea] Attn: @Stegro88 
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"Hanayr," Faye began in a calm confident tone. She could feel the security officer building her self up with a litany of excuses as to why Faye couldn't do what she was trying to do. Mickayla was far from the first person, let alone Klingon, to attempt this track. A secret smile ghosted over her face, some shifting of the corners of her lips and twinkling in her eyes as she geared up for a charm offensive. "You actually can allow me to do this, and you will. If you like, you can think of this as an appreciation on my part for keeping me safe. Or the desires of a flighty Betazoid officer who doesn't want to shop alone."

She glossed over any comments about being 'Delicate' with a wave of her artificial hand. She was a diplomat after all. And she'd decided that her guard was her personal project for the day's leave. Well, that, and finding those silks for Riley. She needed to surprise her Imzadi with something, to show how much she appreciated the way that Riley had been caring for her, since the moment she'd woken up from stasis and her surgeries.

With the very same hand she reached down and took the hem of the Klingon officer's jacket between her fingers, rubbing. The tactile feedback was impressive, a distant part of her mind noted. She could almost forget that this hand wasn't the one she was born with, from about the elbow down. What's the old saying? Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades? Faye never had a horse, and had no use for hand grenades.

Pushing the thought aside, she just smiled a smile that screamed "oh, yee of little faith" as she patted the stronger girls arm. "Then pay me back some other way later if that really, really matters to you. I won't push you on that but my dear, we are shopping. I am going to be buying clothes. Clothes for Nurse Patterson to wear, some things for me. A few items for some other colleagues, because I'm the one with the extra funny money account." In true Betazoid fashion, she dismissed the protests with a smile and a gentle touch.

"The jacket is lovely, really, and quite practical. I can see why you might have brought this along," as she spoke, she circled, and read, understanding what lay under the surface. "We will simply buy something for you to wear that will accentuate your new jewelry. Something like this," she held the shell out again, in her palm, "Deserves to be shown off. You deserve to show it off."

There had been a little hemming and hawing after that, but only a little, and soon they left with their purchases. In addition to the naval ring for Mickayla, Faye had picked up the sets of ankle bracelets for herself, and a pair of gem earrings for her paramour. She'd complimented the shop owner after some brief haggling - cheating, by using her own gifts - and got the location a few blocks away from a parlor that specialize in tattoos and piercings which had a small arrangement with the jewelry store.

Now Faye was on the prowl for clothing. She wanted something nice for herself, something that would let her show off a bit more than her current green dress, as she was asking Mickayla to show off. And she wanted something for the Klingon. A few somethings. Not to mention the Tholian silks for Riley. Her head was on a swivel as she managed not to tread on any toes mostly by luck. Eventually she spotted a shop that seemed to be selling a wide variety of dresses and more 'casual' wear of Aldean - and touristy - cut.

Pointing, she called out, "Why don't we try that place, Hanayr?" and then took the girls hand (not the smartest thing to do to a Security Officer on guard duty) and sped off to the shop, taking Mickayla with her. She was already trying to picture the Klingon in some of the wraps she'd spotted, that would surely leave her belly exposed to show off her new acquisition.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 21, 2019, 06:03:22 PM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Promenade ] Attn: @Brutus
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“I’ll figure out some way to pay her back,” Mickayla promised herself as the two females entered the dress shop after Faye. The Betazoid seemed to have a clear understanding of what she wanted to purchase whereas Mickayla herself was lacking in that department. “Something that leaves my stomach bare so that the piercing is visible obviously. But not too show. I may enjoy being naked in my quarters but in front of others is another thing entirely.”

Dismissing the dresses, Mickayla moved on to the skirts and began sorting through the garments, looking for anything that piqued her fancy. Anything too tight or short was ignored as Mickayla made choices almost unconsciously about what style she wanted. It couldn’t be tight as that would impede her range of motion if she had to fight and short was out as being too showy. So long and loose. Slits were ok as they allowed more movement, but the ends had to overlap to cover her when she wanted.

“That one,” Mickayla selected, picking out a black skirt and holding it up. It was full length with a pair of slits in and while it had a high waistband, the Klingon new she could fold that over so that it sat lower. And it matched her boots. “Well that was easy,” she mused. “Now for a top.” Picking out a top was easier; pretty much every colour went with black so she just had to choose one that she would be comfortable that left her stomach bare. An olive-green top was soon chosen and Mickayla moved around the shop to where she had been observing Faye doing her own perusing.

“Tess, I have these,” Mickayla announced, holding up her two garments. Simple, plan, functional; just how she liked them. And definitely not something that the old her would have chosen. “I was always a pants girl and here I am willingly choosing a skirt. What would my mother think?” Mickayla wondered as she looked at what Faye had picked out. “What have you found?”


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Please find attached Mickayla's selected top and skirt.

Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 21, 2019, 09:29:42 PM
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The shop was not the largest, but it wasn't terribly cramped either. It was built back into a building, with an open air front, and Faye had entered it swiftly, brushing past a pair of mannequins displaying some light weight, but many layered robes of local cut - one male, one female. She assumed there were doors or something that could be deployed after hours to lock the place down, but for now, it was pleasantly warm inside - good for trying on clothes without getting too cold while changing - for the 'outdoor' air of the domed city. Nice touch, the Betazoid thought to herself as she let go of Mickayla's hands. "Let's see what all catches our eyes, Hanayr," she suggested with a smile that lit up her face. 

Faye had always liked shopping trips with her mother, on the rare occasion that they would go into one of the larger towns on Budon, and even rarer, the limited trips to the Betazoid homeworld. She didn't have to pretend to be enjoying herself just for the sake of her guard. The Danver's Family had a replicator of course, at the farmhouse, but they did grow things for a living, after all, and so she liked getting things someone else had made. Plus the trips usually included delightful sweet snacks, park trips and other such things that a child, and then teenager, would enjoy. Things that she, as an adult, would enjoy as well. She'd have to buy something sweet to snack on.

Smiling openly now, for here she was on an alien world, 'safe' for the first time since Jupiter Station, breathing in a new atmosphere and simply able to indulge in the time honored tradition of 'shopping therapy.' Oh this is going to be good, she thought, and then met Mickayla's eyes. Yes, she could tell the Klingon would pay her back, once she figured out how exactly to do so. The young Ensign decided to leave that up to the Petty Officer to sort out. She trusted that the Klingon would probably come up with something 'more' than what Faye  would have considered fair, so she wouldn't worry too much. If she never paid Faye back, the Betazoid wouldn't mind. 

It was only money.

With an encouraging, "Just remember to leave this part exposed," and a hand gesture to rub her own stomach, Faye left Mickayla to her own devices. She imagined the other woman would feel less awkward if she didn't have Faye hemming and hawing over every little piece that she looked at. No need to place poor 'Hanayr' more on edge, is there, 'Tess'? Amused at herself, she started drifting through what was there. She picked out a few items here and there, small scarves and the like, accent pieces mostly that she would have sent back to the ship at some point. Something yellow and bright for her, something more refined and green for Riley. A blue piece for Lt. Cmdr. Dewitt, whom she had been working with lately.

She didn't know the First or Second Officer well enough to get them something, and she felt that, despite having worked along side the Captain during their mission to Romulus the year prior (in a junior role, to be sure, but all the same), it would be inappropriate for her to acquire something for hir commanding officer. So really, she didn't have anyone else important enough to fetch for. She toyed with getting something for Riley's playboy pilot friend, but she didn't know him all that well enough to pick something out. 

Thus having taken care of the formalities, Faye set about finding something for herself to wear. She roamed back and forth, eventually picking out a pair of loose pants to save for later. And for the day...well, it was sheer enough, she concluded as she held the sweeping skirt out, turning it over in her hands. Even at the thickest point, she could see the impression of her fingers on the other side. She could wear it in the streets of Aldea, but she'd need something under. Not to mention a top. 

Eventually she had what she was looking for, taking a black bikini top to pair with the mostly sheer skirt, and an equally black thong to wear under it. Just enough for proprieties sake, but not an inch further. Ever since her trip here with Riley, she'd been indulging her inner promiscuous side. She was just selecting out a pretty -but cheap- metal chain belt to go with the whole thing when Mickayla caught back up with her, arms holding a somewhat similar, but considerably less risque set of attire. Giggling a bit, and wondering what her guards mother would thing of her own attire, Faye held out her skirt. "I think we have similar tastes in cut, if not quite material."

Winking she jerked her head over to a changing area. "We should go make sure these fit, and if they are good, I'll get the payment squared away."



And this is what Faye is getting, whole outfit as shown, minus the jewelry at the neckline:

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Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 22, 2019, 02:23:15 PM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Promenade ] Attn: @Brutus
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When she saw what Faye had chosen as her outfit, Mickayla almost balked at what her imagination was telling her would be on show; which was pretty much everything. She would never consider wearing something so, so; she wasn’t sure she knew of a word to describe exactly how Faye’s chosen outfit. “That is something I could ever wear,” Mickayla told herself, actually imagining herself, and then Faye for comparison, wearing the outfit the Betazoid was holding up.

“While she looks amazing in it,” Mickayla observed in her mind’s eye, her own image changing to imagine the outfit she had picked out. “I do not. I’ll stick with what I’ve chosen,” she thought approvingly as Faye suggested they try on their choices before finalising their purchases. Following after Faye, the Betazoid led her to a sectioned off area where they could change.

“Crap,” Mickayla muttered when she realised that it was a communal changing area rather than individual stalls. The shared nature of the area didn’t bother her, she was used to that, rather it was more about who she was with. Even now, officers and non-coms tended to keep to their own. At least they did on other ships she had served on. Since arriving on the Theurgy she had noticed less of a distinction between ranks. “Probably the situation bringing them all closer together. I can’t exactly leave her alone anyway. I’m supposed to protect her, and I cannot do that if I am not here.” Resigned to the situation, although not wholly disappointed, Mickayla set her stuff down in one corner and began to disrobe, trying to not pay attention to the rapidly disrobing and soon naked officer standing next to her.

Unable to not peek entirely, Mickayla liked what she saw of the Betazoid’s toned figure. Shaking her head to refocus herself, she quickly disrobed to her undergarments and tried on her new clothes. Padding across to stand in front of the mirror, Mickayla admired her reflection and tried to imagine what she would look like with her navel pierced.

“So, what do you think?” she asked her companion, wanting a second opinion.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 22, 2019, 04:13:06 PM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Shops in the Ibai Besi Promenade| Aldea] Attn: @Stegro88  
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Even for Betazoid, Faye had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. One that had only been fueled by her beach day with her Imzadi. The Aldean's were certainly more reserved than she was, at least outside of their nudist beaches, and she was usually more reserved than the average Orion, but she would admit that she was more promiscuous than the average Betazoid. And apparently, the average Klingon.

Not that there is anything average about Mickayla, she decided, hiding her secret delight at the woman's thoughts around the outfit that Faye had chosen, behind a more easy going smile. "I think what you've picked out will look lovely. Especially with your build," the Diplomat said earnestly. She really did think that the outfit would look good on the security officer and was generally pleased that the woman was allowing herself to branch out. And while that kind of prodding was probably best left to the counselors back on the ship, Faye was the one that was here and would be spending the rest of the day, likely, in the presence of the woman. So if she could get her to unwind enough to be at ease with herself, so much the better.

Might even help her be better at the whole being a bodyguard thing, she mused, but with no real training in security matters since the Academy she was more than willing to admit she might be wrong.

Deciding it would do more harm than good to let her fellow crewwoman know that she thought Mickayla would look quite stunning in the outfit in her own arms, Faye simply turned and followed the arrows leading to the changing area. She was not as surprised as Mickayla, but surprised none the less that while the area was sectioned off from outsiders just wandering about the street, or the shops, it was a far more open affair. Akin to a locker room, and not a collection of changing stalls as she had expected.

"Isn't this nice and cozy?" Faye said, utterly unperturbed by the situation. Though she would take her time - and keep her back mostly turned, out of respect for the nervous ball of energy that was her escorts preferences - Faye was casual about the whole affair as could be. The dress came off, and she gently folded the green fabric up. She had replicated this herself after spending some time flitting through the ships Aldean catalog of appropriate attire. Mickayla wasn't the only one that had very little in the way of personal artifacts. Faye's quarters had been destroyed during the same combat that had cost Faye her arm. Even though it was replicated out of necessity for blending in, the garment had an importance to her.

Under the dress, Faye had simply worn a pair of functional panties in a 'boyshort' cut that clung under her hips. Given the way the dress had fit her and her modest breasts, she'd not bothered with a bra. She didn't need one for support after all. "Doing all right over there?" she'd called back to Mickayla as she doffed her panties and stood up, stretching from one side to the other and giving the Klingon a good view of her entire exposed back, from her shoulders to her heels. If her companion stared long enough, or was particularly observant, she’d see that Faye had not a single tan line on her.

Smirking, because had done that on purpose, she swung her hips and stepped into the thong, pulling it up and snapping the back between her cheeks. Next was the skirt, and she turned around as she got it into place, taking her turn to steal a glance at her escort. She peaked first, the Diplomat justified with an impish smile, appreciating the flashes of dark skin she saw. In truth, she stared brazenly for a long moment, though the klingon was not looking her way so she probably got a way with it. probably. Then, with a very pleased smile, she settled in to pull on the bikini style top, covering her breasts once more and adjusting where it cupped her, as she tied off the garment. Faye was humming as she threaded the gold belt around her hips, the skirt sitting high up on her stomach. Delicate fingers traced around the hem of it, snapping it against her tanned skin and being generally pleased with the results.

Pursing her lips, she went back to her bags and fished out the ankle bracelets, fitting one on each leg, before sliding back into her sandals. Another nod, and a few twists and bends followed. Everything stayed in place. Riley is going to positively salivate...or laugh her ass off. Not sure which.

Blinking a bit as she realized her guard was asking an opinion, the diplomat spun (her skirt flaring and showing off a lot of bare legs) and turned to take Mickayla in. She  took her time about it too, and if the other woman inferred anything from that, Faye wasn't going to be bothered about it. Reaching the top of the woman she gave a little nod. "Looks like it was made from you, at least from this side. I was right. The color of that top is perfect."

Grinning - and knowing how it would look - Faye gave a spin of her own, the playful nature asserting itself. "This look good?" she asked, turning a few times, slowly, letting Mickayla get the full view.

Once they were satisfied with the choices, Faye walked right on out of the room, dressed in their new garb, to settle with the bill. It was a simple matter of producing the Aldean padd that acted as a virtual wallet to access the credit account set aside for her. She had some of the actual 'Stars' on hand as well in a small pouch, but those were more for smaller acquisitions. Settling up with the bill, she then sashayed over to Mickayla and gently bumped her hip to the other girl.

"I’ve still got to find that silk shop, but I think the other vendor said the piercing parlor was closer in than that. Oh!" She laid a hand on the woman's bare forearm in a companionable fashion. "If you do see anything else that catches your eye, let me know? I'm rebuilding my own quarters so knick knacks and the like are always worth a look."

Rather pleased with herself, she took the lead out of the shop, with an extra wiggle to each step, knowing she'd draw plenty of eyes and not so secretly basking in the attention.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 23, 2019, 12:38:12 AM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Promenade ] Attn: @Brutus
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Mickayla wasn’t sure if she should say anything while Faye took her time looking her over. This close, Mickayla was almost able to smell the Betazoid and could clearly see what she thought might be the hint of a nipple trying to push through the fabric of the officer’s bikini top. Soon though, Faye gave her approval; complimenting her on her choice of colour. And then she returned the favour, so to speak.

Spinning around a few times, her skirt flaring up and out as she did, Faye asked Mickayla what she thought of the Betazoid’s outfit and it was all Mickayla could do not to stare at the woman in surprise, shock, and maybe just a hint of desire. And the movement also answered one of her questions. “I noticed that Faye had no tan lines on the rear of her body and not I think I can safely safe that she has none on the front either. Which is interesting and a little scary to think about,” Mickayla noted to herself as she pondered how exactly to reply to Faye’s question.

“Tess, it looks like it was made for you,” Mickayla said, using the cover name in case they could be overheard. “It’s perfect.” The Betazoid’s smile seemed to grow a little at her words before she gathered up her green dress and left the change area in her new outfit. Having no time to change, Mickayla slipped her boots back on before gathering up her own stuff quickly following her.

“Well, at least the itching is gone,” Mickayla observed silently. She had been fighting the urge to rub at the various places where her clothes annoyed her skin, knowing that she would have to build up a tolerance for it while on duty. But now, when it seemed she didn’t need to worry, it was a great relief; despite how much of her skin could be seen if she moved just right. “Breezy too,” she added mentally.

Even though she had seen and heard the Ensign’s approach, Mickayla wasn’t prepared for the hip bump. It was gentle, obviously meant as a friendly gesture but it set the Klingon’s mind off as thoughts about her past and future began to bubble up. So much so that she barely mumbled out an acknowledgement to Faye before following the Betazoid out of the shop.

“Was that for real or for our cover? I’ve never been hip bumped before. That’s something friends do. The last person who I called my friend was secretly fucking the man I thought I loved. Broke their noses for that,” Mickayla thought, trying to steer her mind in a different direction before her anger became prevalent. “It had to be for show. Just like how she is moving and drawing attention to herself. Its for everyone else to see. I just happen to have a ringside seat,” she went on, glancing around.

“Could I be friends with the Ensign? I don’t see why not. I would just have to trust her,” Mickayla considered as she pointed out something for Faye, as Tess, to look at. She wasn’t even sure the officer would like the vase thing, it had just happened to catch her eye and break her train of thought for a moment. “Would it be that bad?”

Soon enough though they reached the shop where the piercing could be perform and as they entered, Mickayla began to panic at seeing the vendor bent over another customer, a device in hand. But that wasn’t what the Klingon saw. She was back on the Versant, restrained and being tested, poked and prodded without mercy.

“I can’t do this!” Mickayla exclaimed as she backed out of the shop, her breathing ragged.


Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 23, 2019, 03:15:36 AM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ibai Besi Promenade| Aldea] Attn: @Stegro88 
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While the contact was brief, it was just enough for Faye to pick up a series of very conflicting emotions rolling about inside of Mickayla. They lingered, even as the Betazoid sashayed away from the striking alien woman, and she found herself mentally chewing on what she'd picked up, while at the same time raising some of her walls. This felt...deep. Personal. And Faye didn't want to pry. It was much more fun to wrap oneself up in the nervous peeks, the flashes of inappropriate thought, and the admiration for ones body as seen through the eyes of another, than it was to dive head long into someone's trauma.

Especially when you weren't sure your presence would be wanted.

Tossing her hair back over her shoulder she let herself adjust to the differnt cut of the dress compared to what she'd been wearing. This one's skirt had slits much higher up, and well, did very little to cover. And what she wore...drew stares. A shiver ran down her spine, and she basked in the glow of attention, which was more than enough for her to push off any lingering phantom feelings from Mickayla. She'd let the girl sort things out for herself, and would simply keep the charm flowing.

"It's warm enough down here that having a little more skin exposed is nice, isn't it?" She'd asked in passing and not really expecting any kind of answer, trying hard to focus on the thoughts of anyone but Mickyala. Which was...harder than she thought it would be, given the very natural concern to have a smooth and enjoyable day on Aldea. As they walked they'd past various vendor's she'd pause here and there, though nothing was screaming at her yet to be bought and placed in her quarters.

Which is a damn shame, cause the new ones are huge, she groused, just a bit. They really were more space than she needed, even with frequent visits from a certain non commissioned nurse. Her currently most prized possession was a blanket that Riley had replicated the first night after she'd been defrosted and released (under observation) from sickbay. The human had taken the time to design a nice pattern for it and she'd kept it ever since.

Mickayla's voice caused Faye to snap out of her memories and back into the present. She spun on her heel and turned back to look at what the Klingon had pointed out, and bent in, hands wrapped around her very bare belly. "Okay, yeah, that is really pretty," she noted, admiring the vase, and the whole shop, which seemed to be blown glass ware. "I'm gonna want to ...yeah. That might be coming home later. Let me think on it. If I do buy it, I'll have to find something to put in it." She could always raid the arboretum or the botanical departments but...

That got her mind going off in a completely different direction as she thought about trying to find something to actually grow in her room. In her first quarters she'd had a small bonsai tree. That was gone now, and she'd not really had a chance to get her hands on another one. Having been raised a farmer, she enjoyed the act of growing, even if her professional satisfaction was found in other fields. "Keep an eye out for any botanical stores, Hanayr." Faye mumbled back to the other woman, distracted in her own thoughts now. Not that it stopped her hips from swaying with every step. When she looked good, she knew it, and subconsciously she craved to flaunt it. Had she been capable of the introspection at that point she'd probably realize she was over compensating, trying to push everything to the fullest after a near brush with death.

But she was too in the moment to be that aware.  She'd just spotted the spot, and pressed her hand against Mickayla again to point it out. The two had moved across the street to duck into the sliding doors, when her companion for the day stiffened up. There, and gone again in an instant, back out the doors into the street, leaving Faye gaping in surprise in the entry way. She flashed an apologetic look to the duo past the counter, where work was being done, and hurried back out - catching the slight whistle from one of the two she'd left behind.

Right now she didn't care about the admiring looks. Faye took off after Mickayla, calling, "Hanayr, wait," as she shimmied through the crowd. She caught up - some how - a few stalls down the road and slid her arms snug around one of the Klingon's. Perhaps that was not the wisest of moves, given the difference in strength between the two, the general temperament, and the other woman's training, but Faye did it all the same in an effort to calm the guard.

"Hey. Hey. Easy. It's okay," she started getting flashes, stronger from the contact, and looked over into the other woman's eyes, her own widening slightly. She hadn't even considered, when she'd suggested the piercing, that the guard might associate that with her prior captivity. Faye hadn't been abducted by the Savi - she wasn't interesting enough, from a scientific standpoint, or enough of an affront to them to be collected during the ill fated encounter between the Versant and the Theurgy. And now here she was, pushing a practical stranger into reliving that.

She did not let go. It didn't matter if Mickayla tried to jerk away, compassion was taking over and concern for her own safety had taken a back seat. "Look. I'm sorry. I didn't even think that might ...be problematic. But...I know you like that pendant, and you want to wear it. I know it. You can't lie to me," she pointed out. A deep compulsion lingered in the hearts of most Betazoids, a desire to help, to nurture, to guide and to assist in the processing of darker emotions. Teleapthic societies could rot if such feelings overwhelmed. You had to experience the feeling, yes, but then you had to move past it. Acknowledge, accept, and continue.

Biting her lip, as her hand rubbed up and down the girls arm, Faye made a very fast - and very rash decision. "Lets go back to the shop, and we'll both get a piercing done. They have some stuff there, I saw a case. I'll pick something out, so you won't have to 'go it alone'. Please?" Mickayla had just been talking about not letting 'them' win, when she'd first beamed down to the promenade with Faye. The memories of the Versant weren't the same 'them' the Klingon had been thinking of but...it was close enough for Faye.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 23, 2019, 05:22:15 AM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Promenade ] Attn: @Brutus
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She didn’t know where she’d gone. Her vision was split; seeing the market in one moment and the interior of the Versant in the next. All the worst parts of her time under their ministrations. They had insisted they were doing the right thing but Mickayla couldn’t understand how causing so much trauma to someone was a good thing. Something as simple as seeing someone else getting a piercing, after agreeing to get one herself, had set her mind off.

“I’m broken,” Mickayla declared mentally, fighting the urge to just drop to her knees as her mind warred against itself. The victim in her wanted to just make everything stop, to give up and end the pain. The soldier in her was emphatically against surrendering to anything. It was not it’s way. It would fight until the end. “How long can I go on like this?” Mickayla wondered.

The feel of another person’s hands on her arm threatened to invoke a violent response from the Klingon before she recognised the voice that came with the hands, entreating her to calm down. She wanted to break free and run but she had a duty to stand, to fight and defend. That was what she had chosen to do with her life. She couldn’t give up on that. Not now. Not after everything everyone had done so far for her and were continuing to do.

“You’re right, Tess,” Mickayla affirmed, turning around to stand in front of the Betazoid, their bodies almost touching. “I do like the shell. And it’s not your fault. I agreed to the piercing. I thought it would be OK but seeing the shop, it just brought up some bad memories is all. I’ll be OK,” Mickayla insisted. “And you don’t need to get anything done, unless you wanted to of course. Its your money. I just don’t want you doing something just to make me feel better.”

“But I need to do this,” Mickayla said, her voice steeling. “I can’t explain it, but I know I have to do this.” Walking off, making sure the Faye was coming with her, Mickayla retraced her steps back to the shop and entered the sliding doors once again.

“I’d like to get my navel pierced please,” she asked of one of the staff as he eyed her curiously.

“Are you sure?” he queried, having seen her depart before.

“One hundred percent,” Mickayla affirmed, her voice steady and resolute. She would get through this no matter what the victim in her wished. She would not give in to suffering.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 23, 2019, 03:52:45 PM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Walkway leading to Ibai Besi Promenade| Aldea] Attn: @Stegro88 
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So much too unpack. Gods, there is...a lot. The contact, and the way Faye purposefully reached out, brought a lot into her mind from the Security Guard, before she forced herself back out of the other woman's head. There was a fine line that Faye was walking right then. This wasn't a negotiation where certain liberties were permitted. And she wasn't a trained counselor, even if she had been required to pass some basic psychology and sociology courses at the Academy. That wasn't her career path.

But she was a superior officer concerned about the well being of a petty officer under her command, assigned with keeping her safe. And she was a caring person on top of that. Her actions had led Mickayla to a place that had triggered something unexpected. Empathic and Telepathic, Faye felt that triggered response and it hurt. Forcing her walls back into place was a challenge but she managed, and only then did she take a slow breath to steady herself, and listen with her ears and her mind. No probing, but surface scanning.

When 'Hanayr' seemed to get a hold of herself, seemed to find that inner strength, then Faye let go. Self Conscious now of her choice of attire solely for it bringing attention to the Klingon, who otherwise might have been glanced over entirely, given the species presence in the Aldean system, she almost wished she could wrap herself up in a heavy robe. Instead she cloaked herself in confidence, a tried and true tactic of her training and strode along side Mickayla. "I don't need to understand the why of this, and I don't really think you need to right now either." Though she had her suspicions, she spoke calmly all the same, as if nothing were amiss. Nothing to see here folks, move along, she thought, very hard. But Faye had never been able to project her thoughts into someone else's mind, unless they were a fellow telepath. Some could, but she was certainly not nearly that strong.

Again, her hand reached out, gently touching, a light brush at the hip, a firmer one on the back, her body simply close. For all their telepathy, Betazoid's were a very tactile species. Vulcan's, touch telepaths, were sparing with physical contact. Her people were the opposite. She kept up a steady stream of what amounted to babble - this a personal habit, not any kind of training - as she made her choice.

"We're both getting work done," Faye clarified, flashing a bright smile at the clerk. "I promised my friend here that I'd treat her, and I decided that it might be fun for both of us to come out sporting new jewelry. I just need to pick out a ring for myself." She tapped her bare midriff, which would draw the eyes down to how little that skirt really hid, but that was beside the point. She knew the artist would do the work, could feel the conclusion in their mind.

So Faye let her coal black eyes sweep around the place. The parlor held a few beds and stations, so it was clear that many such artists co-op'd in the salon. It was sterile, meticulously so, but inviting. Designs hung on the wall, some drawn on actual paper, though many were simply display boards of finished products.

"Well, we have a case of belly rings over there, Miss," the one behind the counter asked, before turning to Mickayla. "Sound's like you already have one though? May I see it? That'll help determine how the procedure goes."

Leaving Mickayla to deal with the clerk, Faye puttered around the wares displayed. While a shell from the other shop would have been nice, she'd made this decision impulsively. Probably not the smartest way to do that. When she'd gotten her tattoo, she'd put a lot of thought into the choice. This was a spur of the moment, influenced by circumstance. What would Riley thing of this.... that got her thinking about what she'd like to see. She knew that Faye liked plants, and Faye knew that Riley had mentioned lotus flowers in passing once....

There. The thought came suddenly as she spotted what she wanted, and summoned someone else to come help her pick it out. That man gave a little nod, another of the Aldeans, though again, she couldn't be sure if this one was a Gestalt or not. She didn't want to pry in his head. She chose the darker metal, apparently a precious ore native to Aldea. That made it all the more special, though she had chosen the almost black metal ring because of how it would look, and stand out, against her stomach.

"Thank you, yes, this will do perfectly," she said, as she felt her heart beat a bit faster. This was a bit of a big step for what amounted to an impulse buy. Again, had she possessed the self insight, she would have reflected that she'd been very, very impulsive lately. Instead, she padded back over to Mickayla and pressed her chest against the other woman smiling up at her. "Shall we?" she asked, as both women were then led back to the booths.



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Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 24, 2019, 03:54:36 AM
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“After the incision is made, we use a dermal regenerator to heal the wound around the bar. Once that’s done, we take the bar out and the procedure is complete,” the clerk briefed her, having gone over what she could expect. “If you wish, we can give you something for the pain. Most of my customers usually take a little bit of something to help them. Otherwise, it won’t take very long at all to complete.”

“I’ll say,” Mickayla mused as she mentally went over everything that the clerk had told her. Hope up on the bed, she already had the area exposed so that was done. A quick sterilisation and then they would perform the piercing. After closing the wound, insert the chosen jewellery and she was free to go. “It's almost an assembly line procedure though I suppose it differs depending on what you are getting pierced.” The Klingon had noticed a price board that showed the various rates for different procedures and some of the things she saw that could be pierced actually made her uncomfortable reading them, unable to imagine why a person would want to get that pierced in the first place.

The feel of Faye pressed up against her arm returned and Mickayla realised how much she was comfortable with the Betazoid’s flesh pressed up against her own. Which most of it was. The small pieces of fabric that protected what modesty Faye had did little to interfere with their physical contact. Not that Mickayla was complaining of course. She was starting to enjoy having Faye pressed up against her. It was comforting in a way that the Klingon found hard to explain. And mildly enjoyable too if what she was feeling pressed into her arm was what she thought it was.

“Yes,” Mickayla responded when Faye asked if she was ready. She didn’t want to risk saying anything else as she took a tight hold of her emotions. She was getting this done and it would be a small, personal victory with a mostly permanent reminder that she could conquer her fears. The two were led back to the beds and Mickayla sat down on the one she was directed too, careful to keep most of her skirt from falling away. Laying back, Mickayla began to focus on taking slow, even breaths as the clerk busied himself.

“Would you like anything for the pain?” they asked politely.

“No, thank you,” Mickayla politely declined. The clerks face scrunched up for a moment before shrugging and moving on to the next step. “Probably thinks I’m some weird Klingon that likes pain,” Mickayla thought, not actually caring. “I want the pain so that I know this is real. It’s something tangible that I can hold onto.”

Turning her head sideways, she looked across at Faye where she lay on her own bed and took a moment to enjoy the lovely profile of the Betazoid’s figure. Despite having seen her naked when they were changing, this was the first moment that Mickayla had taken to appreciate how Faye looked. And she found herself liking what she saw. Wordlessly, Faye held out her hand and Mickayla accepted it, holding onto her companion’s hand gently as she felt the clerk begin his work.

Trying not to focus on what the clerk was doing while still being aware of it was difficult and Mickayla twitched a few times as he prepared. When the warning came to hold still, Mickayla tensed up while looking across to Faye in silence. She wasn’t sure if she was offering support or asking for it but Mickayla wanted the distraction in that moment. A sharp pain a moment later, refocused her world on her navel and the Klingon felt the bar sliding through her skin, holding the wound in place as the pain reached for a dermal regenerator.

“There we are, all done,” they announced a moment later. “Would you like me to fit the shell for you?” they asked politely. Mickayla could only nod as she gazed down at her abdomen, looking at her new body modification. And she said nothing as she watched the clerk slide the concealed mounting bar through her new piercing before locking it into place and releasing the shell to sit against her skin. “Beautiful, if I do say so myself.”

“Err, thanks,” Mickayla stuttered, unsure if she liked, or even wanted their opinion. Sitting up slowly, she felt no pain from the procedure but was acutely aware of the shell’s presence. Climbing to her feet, she moved across to a mirror to admire her new look. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there before she felt Faye appear behind her again. 

“Where to next Tess?” Mickayla asked her principal. “What else are you going to put me through?” she added mentally to herself.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 24, 2019, 05:12:43 AM
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Faye hadn't quite heard everything about how the procedure would work from the clerk that was helping Mickayla when she'd moved back to that side of the shop and wrapped herself around the other woman's arms in a fashion that she hoped would be reassuring. The other artisan would repeat everything that the Klingon was told when Faye was stretched out on the table in a few minutes. For now, she just smiled brightly at her security guard. Pretty sure that she was supposed to be keeping me safe, and her I am trying to make her more comfortable. Funny, that.

Imagining that Riley would be amused by this whole thing - and not mad that she'd gone and gotten a freaking belly ring on what amounted to a glorified whim, Faye rolled up onto the balls of her feet and then back down again, rocking on her heels. There was a nervousness to her that was only exacerbated by Mickayla's feelings on the subject, warring between determination and anxious anticipation. Though not as spun up as she would have expected.  Perhaps her presence was helping.

Wish I could focus on the steady professionalism coming off of these two. Just another day in the office...Well, that wasn't true. She giggled a bit because it was clear that both of the technicians found their current canvas's quite appealing from an aesthetic standpoint. Faye didn't quite blush, exactly - she was used to the attention - but she batted her eyelashes a bit, putting on a bit of a show.

Rubbing Mickayla's back, she gave a nod at the girls one word response. No point in pushing, just reassuring. "Won't take long at all," she reassured, and allowed herself to bed led to one of the beds. Tucking her sheer skirt up under her legs, she lay out and stretched, before readjusting the high hemmed bottom so that her belly was fully exposed, and the mesh cloths settled down lower on her hips.

"As we told your friend, this is a fairly straight forward procedure," the piercer began to explain, running though the steps with practiced ease as they ran the piercing gun through a sterilizing field.  Coal black eyes glanced from the gun, to the technician, and then over to Mickayla. Perhaps it was her own nerves that made her reach out, or perhaps it was her concern for the Klingon, but either way, she did reach out. Her fingers wrapped between the others, and she swore she could feel her heart beating in time with the Klingon's pulse. "Would you like something for the pain before we begin?"

"Yes please," she emphatically replied, with absolutely zero hesitation or shame. She wasn't a badass security guard or Klingon with culture shock issues. She smiled sweetly at the clerk as they pressed a hypospray to her stomach and discharged a small dose of numbing agent. Letting out a soft sigh, Faye squeezed down on the other girls hand when the pneumatic gun forced the needle, then the rod, into her skin. A little gasp escaped, but it wasn't from pain, just the odd stretching discomfort.

"Now just hold still for a moment," she heard as the gun was removed and the dermal regenerator did its job. Unlike Mickayla, her piercer didn't bother to ask if she wanted the ring threaded. He simply sterilized it, and then removed the rod, sliding the bar portion of the dangling lotus flower pendant through the new hole in her skin, capping it off. They then passed a small bag with another, simple bar. Seeing the confusion on her face, the tech explained,

"While you can wear the dangling style rings to sleep, we tend to recommend something less likely to get caught in covers or on a lover." That mad a certain amount of sense, as Faye took the small container with a steel stud adored with a very simple 'gemstone'. "We usually throw one of these in for each new piercing. Pretty, but simple. The numbing agent is going to wear off in a while, and when you get back to wherever you're staying, I'd suggest taking a sonic shower. Its been treated so it can't get infected, but it never hurts to wash off after one of these."

Nodding as she was helped back to her feet, the Betazoid pressed a hand to her chest and looked down past her modest bust to stare at the metal bits dangling against her stomach. It felt...weird, but nice, and she rushed over to take a look at Mickayla, after thanking the clerk and paying. She leaned over the other woman's shoulders by going up on her toes and looking at the mirror. "Oh, that really did turn out well," she exclaimed, the words coming out almost like a purr.

Deftly, Faye stepped around to get a good view of her own ring and twisted about. This thing really leaves nothing to the imagination, she thought, forced to admit that this was in fact the idea behind her choice of attire. She'd wanted to feel others appreciating her for how she looked. Her eyes were mostly focused on the new addition to her outfit - and her body. "I wonder how long its going to take to get used to this," she mused softly, taking Mickayla by the hand and leading her out off the shop.

"That wasn't so bad after all," she decided, looking down the winding promenade. "I'd like to find that silk shop. Maybe something to eat too."Faye paused and looked down at her stomach again. The jewel in the lotus housing was catching the light a bit and sparking. Just another thing to draw eyes to Faye, though she wasn't thinking of it that way. "I'm not really feeling all that hungry but after the adrenaline rush of what we just did, I probably should eat."

Turning again, Faye faced Mickayla and let her eyes give the girl a once over. We've only been here a few hours and you've prodded her into making some pretty big changes. Maybe you should slow down, huh? Her own thoughts were mirroring Mickayla's, to an extent. But she wanted to have fun too. She wasn't sure when she'd get to come down here again.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 25, 2019, 04:46:42 PM
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“I have to admit, I didn’t think that I would like this drink but it seems that you are right once again. It is delicious,” Mickayla conceded before taking another sip from the glass she was holding. It was green coloured and tasted fruity but the Klingon didn’t recognise any of the ingredients that Faye had said were in it. It was only a promise from the Betazoid regarding what would happen if she didn’t like it that had convinced Mickayla to try it. And once again, Faye was right.

After getting their piercings done, the two of them had continued to meander through the market, searching for the Tholian silk that Faye had wanted while also browsing the other stalls as they passed by. Mickayla had noticed a few things that she might had liked to have but was resolute that if she wanted anything, then she would use her own money, when she got some, to purchase it and not before.

“It is some weird mix of flavours that shouldn’t go together in anyway but yet work together, somehow,” Mickayla described, considering how a Betazoid and a Klingon would work together. “Why am I wondering? That fool Khorin and his partner are an example of something working when it shouldn’t. Anything is possible, I guess.”

“So, what are you planning to make with the silk?” Mickayla asked politely, indicating the bundle next to Faye. A breeze was blowing through the area they were sitting in and Mickayla could smell the sea more prominently than she had early. Growing up in Scotland had not presented many opportunities for beachside adventures and after she left home, she had dedicated herself to her training. Still, the few times that she had been to a beach she had enjoyed herself.

“Perhaps I might come down here again,” Mickayla considered, waiting to hear Faye’s answer about the silk.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 26, 2019, 12:37:04 AM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Walkway leading to Ibai Besi Promenade| Aldea] Attn: @Stegro88   
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Grinning at the praise lavished upon her, Faye batted her eyelashes and leaned back in her chair. While she would not have had any issues delivering on her end of things had Mickayla not liked the drink, she was pleased to have been right, all the same. They sat at a street side table by one of the various eatery's that dotted the promenade, spread out along its long, long stretch of shops. She'd recommended the drink - and had one herself - having tried it on a previous visit. "Why thank you. I'm thrilled to have not lead you astray." The grin just grew a bit, natural and genuine. She really was pleased with herself. 

The remains of lunch littered the plate before her, little bits of plants still coated with a light dressing, and a few nuts sprinkled on them, from the salad she'd selected. All of it was locally sourced, and the morsels of fish were native to the planet as well. The flavor wasn't too fishy, reminding her of something akin to the tuna she'd tried in San Francisco, back in her Academy days. They seemed so very far away, though she knew that wasn't really the case. 

Purring as the breeze washed over her back and blew her hair about, Faye tilted her head backward, eyes shut. The bright Aldean sun bore down on her, warming her skin and letting her relax. She really did prefer to be out of doors if she could get away with it. Farm girl through and through, she thought, not for the first time amused at the irony of her calling leaving her in ships more often than on planets. Thus she was going to make the best of her time dirt side.

Shuffling about in her seat, Faye sat up a bit straighter and took a sip of her drink as she contemplated Mickayla's question. The bag of Tholian silk had set her back quite a bit - it was not 'cheap' by any means - but she didn't mind. There were a few other things too, that would need to be sent back to the ship for her quarters. She still hadn't found any really good plant shops but she could make a concerted effort for that down the line.  The silks though...

"I'm not entirely sure," she replied after a moments reflection. "A robe is the first thing that comes to mind. Something to be worn around the quarters, to ward off the cold. Though I tend to keep mine comfortably warm, until after I'm under covers, Riley tends toward the colder temperatures," she confessed. Much more fun to strut around naked when you weren't going to freeze as a result. 

"There's enough material there for a full length evening gown. Or a few smaller pieces. That might allow me to have more than a scarf made of the scraps." Faye chuckled a bit. She could always find a way to make something rather risque for both of the girls to wear, though she wasn't exactly talented in designing lingerie. Better to just buy that out right.

She turned her head toward the beach, remembering her trip with Riley and grinning wide now. These shores weren't the same as the one she'd put on her impromptu show with poor Riley dragged along. Not that her lover had minded, as she well knew. Both women had transported back to the ship exhausted, and thoroughly satisfied. The raunchy behavior, combined with their confessions, had bound them together tightly. Which was exactly what Faye had hoped would happen. 

The Betazoid was free with her affection and her loins, but not her heart. That had been given to one person to cherish, and she'd wanted to help that person grow, and experience everything she had. They'd made a fair dent in that with their little play date.  And Riley certainly had her own escapades, of which Faye had seen second hand. She was fond of that fighter pilot from the Resolve. Neither her nor there, it still made her smile. She liked it when her Imzadi was happy and was more than fine knowing she was not the only one to bring joy into the nurses life. Love was a gift that kept giving, after all.

Running her finger over the lip of the glass, she looked down for a moment, then away toward the beach again. "I've been down to Aldea a few times now, for reasons other than work. Being a Diplomat does require one to interface a bit with the locals. But its different when you can take your time and enjoy yourself. I really do think you should come down here again, Hayanr. Be it on your own or with others.

"I think they run tour groups, actually." She added upon a bit of reflection. She'd read something about that in her morning updates. "And I can promise you the beaches...they are amazing. I haven't been to this one," she gestured over her shoulder, "but the one I have been to was...well, it was a memorable visit." That didn't have to do just with it being a nice beach, of course.

Chewing on her lip for a moment - and picking up some surface impressions, Faye decided to make a suggestion. "We still have some time before we have to beam back to the ship, you know. We could...just walk down there." She tilted her head in the direction of the sound of water, and grinned up at Mickayla, hopefully.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 26, 2019, 03:07:11 AM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Promenade ] Attn: @Brutus
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“A robe made of Tholian silk,” Mickayla mentally moaned at the idea of feeling that against her bare skin. Lately robes had been one of her favourite outfits to wear in her quarters, right after nothing at all; but to have one made from Tholian silk, well, that was nothing but a fantasy to her. Just the thought of owning and wearing one around her quarters evoked a feeling of utter decadence within the Klingon. And yet, she couldn’t get the idea out of her head. It was now stuck there, hung up as a goal to achieve right next to attaining the rank of Master Chief Petty Officer. “I’ll get both one day. Somehow.”

“I think I’d like that, Tess,” Mickayla acknowledged the diplomat when she suggested the Mickayla should come down to Aldea more. Being here in the city was different than being out in the wastes. She supposed she should have expected that, but it was still a little surreal given what she had so far done since she had transported down. “If someone had told me I was going to get my navel pierced I would probably have broken their nose.”

“The beaches?” Mickayla repeated, wondering if the Betazoid was reading her mind. It was possible, her species was telepathic, but they usually didn’t out of politeness. Not that she could have stopped Faye if she wanted too. “I, ah, I haven’t been to a beach since basic training. And that was,” Mickayla paused, taking a moment to mentally retrace her steps to the last time she had visited a beach. “It was right after completion, in 2369,” Mickayla responded, astounded that it had been that long. “I can’t believe it has been that long.”

“A walk along the beach sounds nice, Tess,” Mickayla announced as she climbed to her feet, downing the last of her drink, considering it a shame to waste it.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 26, 2019, 03:52:55 AM
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Longing washed across Faye's senses, and for a moment she struggled to separate the feeling from her own. The desire to run the alien fabric that resided in her back, through her hands instead. To bury her face in it; to strip herself out of the see through attire she wore, the skimpy top and barely there bottom, and wrap the cloth around her so that she could feel it on every inch of her skin.

The desire was strong, yes, and it sent a chill down her spine and heat blooming beneath her skin. But it also was not her desire. Not in that moment.

She licked her lips and purred ever so slightly, turning her eyes over to look at Mickayla. Not her desire at all, but oh, what a strong desire it was. Should get her something too. But that might be a bridge too far, she realized. Getting the silk for her Imzadi was not the same as for a mostly stranger. Even if she thought this Mickayla was good stock. She'd thought highly enough to go through getting a belly ring just to keep the security officer company.

Still, she promised herself she would walk around the quarters in the robe - if that's what she made for Riley - before giving it to the nurse. The desire to know what that felt like was now as much her own as it had been Mickayla's.

"The shop isn't going anywhere, so there should be more chances to get our hands on some of that silk," Faye said, off hand, before sipping her green drink, as if it wasn't really any of her business and surely hadn't been reading theo ther girls mind, just thinking aloud. "If all goes as planned we'll be here a bit longer. Maybe on your next trip you can pick some up. I'm glad we agree that you do need to come back here though."

The younger diplomat stood up and bent, collecting her bags and redistributing them so that she had the contents strewn across two of the larger totes. Satisfied that things were about as good as they were going to get, she shouldered the bag and smiled. "I was...13 in 69'. That seems like forever ago. I was much less likely to be at a beach, but we did have a large pond for swimming at my parents farm, on Boudon Colony."

Draining what was left of her drink, Faye pushed her chair in with one foot, and took off, heading down the street. It wouldn't be too far along to get to the beaches. There was a bit of a skip to her step as she headed along, peeling off the main path to take a wooden footpath between two buildings. A right and then down a few blocks, and the promenade became more of  an open air broad walk. There, ahead, was a foot bridge, leading over to a grassy dune that would, in turn, lead to the beach proper.

Looking around she smiled. "Its been far too long since you've been to a beach. and its right there." She gestured off, the roar of the ocean much, much stronger. The salt filled the air again, and once more the pleasant memories from the other day filled her mind and made her skin tingle. A pleased noise filled the back of Faye's throat, as she smiled brightly at the woman escorting her. "I see lockers over there for rent. We can stash the bags and the clothes and get out onto the beach and into the water."
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 26, 2019, 05:26:13 AM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Walkway leading from Ibai Besi Promenade to the Ibia Besi Beaches ] Attn: @Brutus
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Mickayla had followed along quietly after Faye, quietly admiring how the woman’s body moved and how the strengthening sea breeze was moving the diaphanous material that composed the majority of the Betazoid’s outfit. Faye’s excitement was practically palpable and Mickayla found herself slowly being caught up in it as she was led through the market towards the sea and the beaches that would border it.

As the market’s promenade opened up Mickayla could hear the waves as they crashed over each other onto the shore, filling the air with the smell of salt and of the sea. It brought back memories of her time at basic training; of the people she had known and bunked with; over the person she herself had been at the time.

“I was a fool,” she mused, as a footbridge appeared ahead. “My career didn’t follow the path I had thought it would but up until leaving the Artemis, it had been fine. Then came the Endeavour, the Borg, the Savi. And now, I am on the Theurgy, the most wanted ship in 2 quadrants. I wonder if Picard ever had days that he just wanted to pack it in and disappear. Maybe telling Q to just fuck off?” She’d never seen the legendary captain or the omnipotent being interact, but she had heard stories.

"I see lockers over there for rent. We can stash the bags and the clothes and get out onto the beach and into the water," Faye announced, bringing Mickayla back to the present as she processed what her companion had said.

“Ah Tess,” Mickayla called out hesitantly as they walked across the footbridge. “I, ah, I didn’t bring anything to go swimming in. I didn’t plan to come to the beach.”

Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 26, 2019, 02:48:48 PM
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Mickayla MacGregor was far from the first person, or the first Klingon for that matter, that found the young Diplomatic Attache's attitude infectious and invigorating. She was, in fact, far from the first Klingon to fall under the sway of the young woman's charm. The same set of skills that put opponents at ease across a negotiating table gifted the young woman with an ability to gain friends or admirers rather swiftly. And often Faye simply got her way, never quite connecting all the dots.

Of course, every once in a while the universe collected on that, and Faye would fall flat on her face, hit a wall that her charm had no effect on. Occasionally, the wall would be a sliding pressure door that would tear her arm off, but so far that had only happened the one time. And you really couldn't tell it had been replaced unless you knew exactly what to look for.

Right now Faye would have been pleased as an Argelian peach to know that her good mood was rubbing off on Mickayla. Having decided that a key part of her day off was making sure her escort enjoyed the time as well, Faye had devoted herself to the cause with her usual impish enthusiasm. All of which was now  coming to a head as they strode across the footbridge, and Faye felt the ground shift from permacrete, to wood, and then at last to grassy sand. The long fronds brushed along the bare spots of her legs, where the skirt slit around her.

As they approached the lockers, Faye heard her companions concerns and spun, walking the last few steps toward the little stall backwards, with a grin of the most blatantly false innocence on that the clerk watching the lockers had to hide a smile. "Why Hanayr, whatever is the matter?" She asked, mirth and mischief dancing on ever word. She glanced down at her own form, and then back up at the Klingon.

"I'm no more dressed or packed to go into the water. Part of this outfit looks like a bikini, but the material is all wrong for that kind of thing. I didn't bring any beach clothes either," Giggling a bit, because she knew she was laying it on extra thick at this point, she walked up to one of the larger lockers and pressed a thumb against the scanner. It clicked open, encoding to her as she slid her bags in and then started on the gold chain belt that held her wispy skirt in place.

"The funny thing about Aldean's, Hanayr," She told her friend as she hung the metal garment over a rail and then worked the skirt down her hips with a brazen shimmy. "They can be so uptight in some ways, and then so very...Betazoid in others. Like their beaches, for instance? Did you know each and every one open to off worlders is also clothing optional?"

It was stated just so matter of fact that one could be forgiven for not hearing it properly at first. But the moment Faye reached back and undid the bikini top, letting it fall into her arm and then very coyly sliding it off entirely, to hang on a small hook in the locker - in view of anyone walking by - got the message across. And when she bent to divest herself of the tiny thong that wasn't doing all that much anyway, she did so grinning up at Mickayla, those coal black eyes locked onto the Klingon woman’s face. She wanted to see the reaction to her brazenly casual display. Soon every inch of her tanned skin would be on display, from her head to her toe, not a tanline in sight. Everything was that warm golden brown color, and she was smooth from the neck down.

"What's that Terran saying they taught us back in San Francisco? When in Rome, do as the Romans?"
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on August 27, 2019, 01:06:52 AM
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She had been expecting some sort of protest, maybe an argument about going back to the market to purchase swimwear. What she hadn’t been expecting, didn’t even have an inkling that it was about to happen; was one Betazoid female dismissing her argument like so much space dust and proceeding to start stripping naked before her while explaining, quite matter-of-factly, that what she was wearing was not actually swimwear, that she had no actual swimwear with her and that she had no intention of wearing any anyway. 

“She planned this!” Mickayla almost raged to herself as Faye undid and removed her bikini, exposing her breasts for whoever cared to look. And the stars help her, Mickayla was one of those looking. They were right there and Faye didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed that she, or anyone, was looking. “No, I didn’t know that Tess,” Mickayla replied to her companion regarding the beaches and their status. “It would have been appreciated if you had told me before now.”

“She cannot be expecting me to....” Mickayla began to ask herself Faye began to lower the thong she was wearing down her legs, her eyes fixed on the Klingon as she did so. Mickayla knew she should have turned away, that it was the polite thing to do but she found herself unable. All she could do was look at the Betazoid standing opposite her wearing nothing but a belly ring and a mischievous smile. “By the stars, she does expect me too.”

“I, ah, I can’t Tess,” Mickayla declared, shaken as the reality and connotations of what Faye was asking her to do settled in. She wanted the two of them to enjoy the beach, sans clothing, without a care in the world. And the scariest part about it all, was that a part of Mickayla was enticed by the idea. To do what she had only done in her quarters until now. To not have to worry about her skin itching from contact with fabric. To be free.

But that was in her quarters, in private. Out here it would be public, very, very public. It wasn’t like it was even a private beach somewhere. No, this was a public beach, right near a public market. It was too bunch. How would she cope? Everyone would see her for what she was. She would be laid bare for all to view as they wished.

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” one part of Mickayla argued casually. “How can that be a good thing? There is no protection in that,” another part countered. “Why do we need protection? We are strong. If we were naked on the Versant, we still would have fought. This is just a different kind of battle. One with our own fears.”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on August 27, 2019, 05:06:17 AM
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In all fairness to the mischievous Betazoid diplomat, she hadn't been planning to go to the beach. She certainly hadn't planned to try and trick Mickayla into getting naked. She was simply having fun, and a lot of it. Impulsive as ever, she had tossed the dice on a bet that she figured would turn out to be pretty fun. She hadn't quite expected the other woman to react this strongly to the prospect.

Standing upright, and wearing nothing at all, save for the new piercing, Faye crossed her arms around her middle. This hid nothing of course, as she hugged her tan torso. Not the breasts, modest as they were, that Mickayla had stared at, nor the cut of her hips, or shaved bare join between her legs. Her feet were a little apart, and the wind was swirling her hair back, away from her face. 

"Well, I hadn't really planned on going to the beach until we were finishing up lunch and started talking about it," she began, pacing her words as best she could. Training was taking over, supplanting a bit of that impish nature of hers. Clearly this was something that had gotten under the other girls skin. It wasn't as if Faye was unaware that not every species shared the same lack of nudity taboos as the Betazoid's did. At the same time, "It's just skin, Hanayr. Nothing to be ashamed of."

Perhaps, just perhaps, that wasn't quite the right track to go down, because Mickayla doubled down on her protest. Faye tilted her head, the dyed golden tips of her dark locks sliding over her bare shoulders and cascading back between her shoulder blades. For a moment, she didn't say a word, just stared, her dark eyes darting up and down, analyzing the security officers body language. Clearly, she's conflicted over this. I think...yes, part of her wants to, and part of her is throwing up every protest she can. What had started as an effort to read body language had led to a gentle skimming of surface thoughts. 

Looking back over her shoulder, Faye could see the water lapping at the shores, making its way up the sand, only to slide back down into the ocean again. The beach was so inviting, and Faye truly didn't give a rip that she was as bare as the day she was born. If anyone wanted a free look, they were welcome to it. But Mickayla operated on a different wavelength. What remained before Faye now was the task of tuning that wavelength to match her own. 

When in doubt, fall back on what you know.

Squaring her shoulders a bit, the naked Betazoid padded over to Mickayla and gently put a hand out, on her arm. "First off, I'll be out there with you. It's not like you're going to just be wandering the beach naked on your own, surrounded by complete strangers. You'll have company, and I can be pretty distracting, as I'm sure you've noticed. I babble constantly, after all," she smiled as she spoke, knowing that a little bit of self depreciation could go quite a long way. And when that didn't work, there was always the old fashioned bribe. 

"Look. I think that once you're out there with the water swirling around your knees, you'll be having too good a time to feel awkward about being naked. I get not everyone is a comfortable about these kind of things as your average Betazoid. But...here's the deal. If I'm wrong, I'll make it up to you.;" Her mind had been working pretty fast to come up with something that might make a fair consolation prize. Really, she could go and buy something for the Klingon, but she'd done that already and she didn't want Mickayla to think she owed Faye something. And she wasn't necessarily going to just offer up her self as a prize. That might be very fun - in fact, she was pretty sure it would be - but that also didn't seem to be quite right to her, not sitting well on some level.

It wasn't because she now had Riley, or was worried about upsetting her. No, she just didn't think that would be fair to do to Mickayla. 

But her mind had jumped about and she'd remembered one of the few things she could offer up. The question was, would it be sufficient? There was only one way for Faye to really find out, so as she still held gently onto Mickayla's arm, she made her proposition. 

"Hanayr, by a fluke of luck, I'm the senior diplomat aboard. I'm not the only one, not exactly, but the highest ranking Starfleet diplomat aboard. They gave me my bosses old quarters, the ones he'd been assigned to back when we had a full Diplomatic Mission aboard the ship."Back before they all ended up spaced. Except me. She spoke in a soft whisper that wouldn't carry past the two women. It'd be poor form if she said her ships actual name while they were all trying to be incognito. Or as much as two obvious tourists could manage.  "He was a department head. They get really, really big quarters.

"And they gave them to me. Do you know what the best part of the quarters are?" Faye didn't even wait for the petty officer to respond, before she said, "It comes with an honest to gods bathtub. There aren't many of those on the ship, and most of the ones we do have are in those public baths section. Which, if you don't like walking naked along the beach with a friend, I doubt you'd enjoy the ships public baths." She gave a little shrug, which did nice things for her chest. 

"But if you don't enjoy yourself once we're out on the beach, then I will grant you a free pass to use that tub any time, to make up for it."
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 02, 2019, 05:08:58 AM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Beachfront ] Attn: @Brutus
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Mickayla listened as Faye spoke, focusing on the Betazoid’s words and not the luscious body that she was showing for anyone that wanted to see. And Mickayla couldn’t deny herself the opportunity to look. Ever since her breakup on the Artemis, she had had something of an agreement with herself that men were assholes. This of course, led her to observing the females around her more closely for the first time in her life and she had found them quite enjoyable to view. And while she had peaked at Faye in the store, this was another matter entirely.

Faye had stepped closer to her, bringing her naked body inches from Mickayla’s own as the Betazoid spoke in a whisper about making it up to her and how she could do it. That despite her rank, she was the senior diplomat onboard and so had the rights to a Department Head’s quarters. Which included the bath that came with it. Mickayla couldn’t remember the last time that she had enjoyed a proper bath.




“It was during shore leave on Aldus IV,” her inner voice spoke up and Mickayla found herself standing on the shores of a lake, staring at herself. But it wasn’t just any lake, Mickayla realised; it was the shore of Loch Katrine. “Indeed. I thought this might be a good place for us to talk,” her other self said.

“I’m going crazy. I’m talking to myself and imagining myself talking to myself in a place where I cannot possibly be,” Mickayla said, quite literally to herself. 

“Is that such a surprise after everything we have gone through recently?” her other self mocked her. “And I am not just talking about the Borg and the Savi, although they are the largest cause of this,” she continued, turning to gaze out over the loch, seeming to enjoy the imaginary breeze that came up. “Ever since the Artemis, we have been experiencing a personal crisis of sorts. But typical us, we ignored it and let it fester. Now, it is a wound that cannot be healed in the traditional sense. Instead, it needs cauterising before it spreads further. And I’m the hot piece of iron, so to speak,” she revealed, striking a pose that Mickayla imagined would be more like something Faye would do.

“And what was I, we, meant to do?” Mickayla retorted in frustration. Now her own mind was at war with her. And it had gotten so bad that Mickayla was now imagining it. “Am I meant to just strip off and prance around naked?”

“Yes,” her other self responded. “Let’s make this easier. You are Mickayla and I’ll be Mac. Just in case Faye decides to take a peak when we don’t answer her straight away. But yes, you should strip off and prance around the beach naked and enjoy yourself. You do it in your quarters all the time now. What is so different about the beach?”

“Everyone will see!” Mickayla countered, pointing out the obvious.

“Let them!” Mac replied. “All they will see is a Klingon female confident in her own body. And that is if they even look at you given that Faye will be right beside you.” As if to illustrate her point, Mac was suddenly naked with an equally naked Faye standing beside her. “Don’t you think we look cute?”

“That is beside the point,” Mickayla argued.

“It is exactly the point!” Mac shouted at her. “You are literally arguing with yourself about being confident in your own skin, and more importantly, your own self-worth. I can have Faye here tell you this, or Cross, Khorin, Sithick, or Dev. Perhaps even Counsellor Hathev or Commander Akoni. I could even try to imagine up the Captain if you’d like. Would you prefer male or female?” Mac teased as Mickayla growled in frustration. “My point is simple. You have already decided to strip off and join Faye on the beach in nothing but your own skin. You are just arguing with yourself because you believe you lack to confidence to follow through with your desires. Well guess what, if that was the case, you wouldn’t have changed clothes or gotten a piercing. You have all the confidence that you need and if you are feeling uncomfortable or uneasy, then tell Faye. She seems very nice and you need to start making friends again. And you know I’m right because I am saying it to you.”

“Doesn’t mean I need to accept it,” Mickayla maintained, even though she knew that her other self was right. Putting her hands in her pockets, Mickayla looked out across the loch, backing in the memory of a place that she had enjoyed visiting when she was younger, when she felt she needed solitude. 

“You do, and you know it,” Mac said calmly, banishing the naked Faye as she stepped up to Mickayla. “Otherwise these little chats of ours are going to become more frequent as your own personality splinters. And I think we can both agree that that would be bad,” Mac noted. “I am not saying to go running around the ship naked. What I am saying is be confident in yourself. Accept yourself for who you are and want to be and stop isolating yourself.  And see if you can figure out a way to still get access to that bath. Stars know, its been years since we got to enjoy one properly.”

“You’re crazy you know that,” Mickayla accused herself.

“You’re one to talk,” Mac retorted with a grin. “Now go and get our kit off. Enjoy the beach and Faye.”

“What!”




The sounds of waves crashing onto the beach broke Mickayla from her reverie and she found herself back on Aldea, standing opposite a very naked Betazoid. Faye was staring at her and Mickayla suppressed the concern that she had seen and heard everything that had happened in her mind just now. 

“I, ah, ok then,” Mickayla replied to the officer. “It’s been years since I got to enjoy a proper bath. I would kill to have access to one all the time.” Probably a bad choice of words given her recent history, but she’d been saying it for years and old habits died hard. Stepping over to the locker, Mickayla carefully deposited her bag inside before taking a deep breath. “I can do this.”

Starting with the easiest task, Mickayla stepped out of her boot before leaning over to pick them up and place them in the locker. The next one came after a pause as Mickayla crossed her arms across her body, grasped the bottom her of new top and in a single fluid motion, pulled it over her head. Depositing it onto top of her boots, and feeling the breeze rush across her skin, Mickayla reached behind her and undid her bra. Rolling the straps off her shoulders, the Klingon placed the undergarment in the locker.

“One last thing,” she told herself as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and the underwear beneath. Closing her eyes and exhaling, Mickayla slowly pushed both garments off her hips and down her legs to pool around her ankles. Taking a moment to feel the ocean breeze across her now naked form, Mickayla stepped back out of the pile of clothes, crouched to pick up the bundle, which exposed her own hairless sex to the breeze, making her gasp a little at the sensation it caused, before standing up and placing the clothes into the locker. She was sure it wouldn’t be the last reaction of that sort, but she found herself oddly looking forward to them.

Turning back to face Faye, Mickayla tried to act normally but found it difficult now that she was naked. Still, she would persevere and try to enjoy herself as much as she could. She owed it to herself to try. But there were a few things she did want before they ventured too far out onto the beach. Perhaps it was the irony of her request or the situation she now found herself in after having an imaginary stand up argument with herself but Mickayla found herself grinning at the Betazoid as she looked at her and asked simply.

“Do you know of anywhere that is close by that I can get a decent hat and sunglasses to go with this outfit?”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 02, 2019, 08:19:20 PM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ibai Besi Beachfront | Aldea] Attn: @Stegro88  
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Petty Officer MacGreggor would hardly be the first person to split off their mind into a two way conversation with themselves, that Faye had happened to listen in on. It was a surprisingly common tract among many humanoid species, though usually it was in the minds of those that were more in-tune with their emotions. She'd never one picked up a Vulcan thinking things through in such a fashion. While the metaphor was a useful one for most, the logical disciplines of a rigidly self aware mind like a Vulcan rarely resulted in such a mental debate. If a Vulcan were 'having a conversation in their head' then odds were they were either in a mild meld, under a psychic assault, or crazy.

Not one of which was one where Faye would want her thoughts and conscious to be present.

The bare skinned diplomat had not intended to be privy to this little chat either, but Mickayla had gone quiet enough, for long enough, that the other woman had begun to worry. There was a chance, however slim, that something she'd said had flipped a trigger, toggled some slightly ajar button in the petty officer's mind, and caused her to disconnect from reality. If the mere suggestion of strutting down a beach naked were all that it took, than Faye had a duty to a] find out if this were the case and b]escort her assigned body guard back to the ship as swiftly and discreetly as she could. She'd be doing Mickayla a great disservice if she herself tried to patch the other woman's' shattered psyche on her own. That's what folks like Seren, and the newer counseling staff, were for. (The stodgy Vulcan being the only one of the lot that she had known of, in passing, before Jupiter Station).

But as she'd seen the wheels spinning and spinning, like an old fashioned loading screen on her home computer terminal back on the farm, Faye had begun to worry. And when she worried, she peeked. Just a little, or so she'd thought, instead ending up with something of a bug on the wall view of the little chat between the two manifestations of Mickayla. It was all rather insightful, and she learned quite a bit more than she'd expected to. She wasn't going to say aloud that she thought this 'Mac' was right, on more than one count, but she decided she rather liked the introspective metaphor that Mickayla had cooked up for herself, and fancied that the security officer should take 'Mac's' advice more often. She'd have more fun that way.

Plus, the whole 'not having a complete and total mental break' thing was a really good point and valid concern. She probably should suggest that Mickayla see one of the ships shrinks, but that would be counterproductive to her goal of getting her naked ass out onto the beach. She couldn't much do that if Mickayla was unwilling to come with (security guard, duh!) so she needed the girl on board with the plan. Those sort of things were always much more fun with a friend along, especially if the friend was a tasty dish of eye candy. Having spent plenty of time with Klingon Warrior and Diplomat's (often one in the same) while stationed at Khitomer, she fancied that Mickayla was attractive by any species standards, but certainly by the Klingon's own.

'Mac' was right, and Faye's smirk mirrored the one that the figment of Mickayla's over worked and stressed imagination had conjured. We do look cute, she thought, her shoulders relaxing a bit. She'd concluded where this was going before her escort had, and carefully withdrew from the other woman's mind, putting her shields firmly back in place and letting herself settle in, thus she missed the bit about making friends, but Faye was already well along the way to doing that, so it didn't mater very much at all.

The Betazoid wasn't going to act like this little mental distraction had happened at all, at least time wise. But time had passed, and just enough for her to get comfortable with herself, in her own head again. She affected an easy going smile, as if there was not a worry in the world about any of this (there no longer was), and let her hip jut out to the right, pulling the swell of her body along as a result.

There was a subtle shift in the other woman, that told Faye she was coming back out of her own head. Certainly, no one else would notice anything different. But Faye had been watching for it, had been trained to detect it at the Academy and the Babble Diplomatic Annex, and most importantly, had just been inside the security officer's head. More than enough to allow her to read the subtle queues, the shift in breathing, and the way the other woman held herself. This, more so than the tone of her voice, confirmed to Faye that she'd been right.

"Baths are rather delightful and I can say from experience that the tub is huge," Faye told her with a friendly smile. She made absolutely no effort to look away from Mickayla. The other woman was going to be rather naked for the next little while anyways, so what point was there in affecting false modesty as the Klingon stripped? Besides, she wanted to watch, and rather thought that perhaps the other woman secretly - or not so much - wanted to be watched.

So she did, and made a small, appreciative noise at all the right moments. She didn't have to feign any affection either. The striking woman was quiet well built, and though some of the features were more alien to Faye's almost human like physique, those differences were to be celebrated, and taken as a part of the whole package, were beautiful. Deciding that she should do more than just think it, Faye giggled a bit at the girls line, and then responded in truth.

"This is really a good look on you, Hanayr," she told her earnestly, stepping forward and running a finger gently over the girls stomach, just to the side of the piercing in her dark skin. She telegraphed the move, making it clear what she was going to do and giving her escort the time to step out of the way casually, without making a big deal of things. She took it as a good sign that Mickayla let her indulge in the touch. Thus bolstered, she shifted to one side of the woman, and taking what she thought was her non dominant arm, she wrapped her own around it, giving it a little hug and starting off down the beach with the girls limb tucked in against the side of her modest, bare breast.

Scanning the beach, she picked a direction, and led the other woman by the arm, enjoying the warmth of bare skin on bare skin. She felt different than Riley did, or either of the Aldean boys from the other day, for that matter. Every person was different, each a special treat that Faye wished to enjoy. "I think there is a small stand that way, that just might have what we need," she said, pointing with one of her hands at breach front stall with a few Aldean's clustered about, roughly 3 blocks down the breach.  The sand was warm here, kicking up overt small boardwalk that ran along the edge of the sand dunes, and the few scattered shops on this side of things. They had crossed that small foot bridge to get to the beach proper, separated from the main shopping avenue.

As they walked toward the hut, Faye talked, her words accompanying the roar of the surf below them, down at the shoreline. "Back to the bath, I'm sure we can set something up so you can come give it a shot, even if you do like your time here with me prancing along." She could feel a few minds turn her way, and was glad that they weren't at the other breach, from earlier in the week. She might have been recognized there, and that could have led to some well intention-ed but unproductive greetings and interruptions. She didn't think that she should be leading Micayla into a potential beach side orgy, as she had purposefully done with Riley. As enjoyable as that would surely be for Faye, she doubted Mickayla would get as much out of the experience.

"I could bathe in it ever day and it wouldn't really put a dent in things. And the fresher unit is just as secluded in my quarters as it is in anyone else's with a retractable privacy screen and doors. Not like the open baths back home, or on Betazoid. And never mind the mudbaths in the Gardens. Now talk about being exposed!" She allowed herself an amused giggle at the look of mild horror on Mickayla's face. She wouldn't be suggesting that to the Klingon or some time yet, as she doubted it would be productive. "But a nice soak in the privacy of my quarters is a treat, and I don't need to hoard it all to myself. I just need a heads up, yeah?" As she asked that last bit, they came up to the fully stocked star of the moment.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 03, 2019, 03:31:14 PM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Beach ] Attn: @Brutus
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She’d done it. She had stripped herself down to her skin next to Faye and wasn’t screaming in panic. Yet anyway. And it seemed her inner self knew her better than she thought she did. All she had to do was be confident. Which was easier said than done, but she had done it. She was naked, standing next to an equally naked yet much more confident and comfortable Betazoid, on a beachfront on Aldea. Where anyone could see them if they chose to.

“Big enough for two?” Mickayla was tempted to ask as she saw Faye looking her over, admiring her; even giggling a little a Mickayla’s question about a place to get a hat and sunglasses. Mickayla wasn’t sure what that was about but she thought she could learn to like the sound. It was… different. And she could understand the humour, and perhaps the irony, of a naked woman asking about a place to get a hat and sunglasses.

And then Faye spoke, telling Mickayla that she looked good naked. Perhaps not in so many words but that was the meaning behind them, and the Klingon could tell that she meant it. But what happened next caused a moment of unsureness as Faye stepped forward, her hand held out. Mickayla could tell that she was being very obvious with what she meant to do, telegraphing so that Mickayla could avoid her if she wished to. And for a moment, an instant, the Klingon was going to. But she quashed that thought and stayed still as the warm feeling from the Betazoid’s finger played across the bare skin next to her piercing. 

She made no objection when the diplomatic officer took her by the arm and with the conscious knowledge that Faye’s bare breast was now pressed against her arm, was guided along the beach towards another stall. The stroll was an interesting experience as she tried to both catalogue and enjoy all the sensations her skin was feeling. The soothing warmth from the Betazoid’s skin pressed against her own contrasted against the different, more acute heat from the sun-baked sand. This was counted by the cool breeze that caused an altogether different reaction from the more acutely sensitive parts of her that were unused to feeling the wind upon them.

As they walked, Mickayla quietly listened as Faye spoke about her quarters and the bath within. And that even if she did enjoy herself today and ‘lost’ the bet they had, that they could still set something up so that the Klingon could indulge herself in the Betazoid’s bath. The mention of open mud baths on Betazed though caused a rash of fear to overcome her at the thought of what that would exactly entail. 

“Not sure why I am that worried about it,” Mickayla mused silently as they stopped in front of the stall. “I doubt we’ll be going to Betazed anytime soon.” Taking a moment to centre and calm herself, Mickayla looked over the array sunglasses and hats as she replied to Faye. “I wouldn’t want to put you out of your room Tess. Besides, it's more fun to have someone to talk to while soaking.”

The stall’s merchandise seemed to be eclectic in its origins, displaying no singular form or taste beyond their usage as eye and headwear. Still, Mickayla wasn’t overly picky when it came to a hat and a simple black hat with an oversized brim that extended out to her shoulders fit the bill nicely. Eyewear was a different matter as none of the styles presented didn’t appeal to her.

Mickayla was just about to give up hope when she found a pair hiding at the back, almost out of sight. They were a pair of Terran Aviator style sunglasses, something that the Klingon recognised immediately. Picking them up, Mickayla looked them over before trying them on.

“I’ve been trying to get rid of them for months,” the stall keeper said, shuffling over, somewhat surprised that a naked Klingon female was before him. “I never thought a Klingon would buy them. Your tastes generally go more towards armour and alcohol rather than beachwear. You sure you are in the right place?”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 03, 2019, 08:44:59 PM
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As tempting as it was to tell Mickayla that yes, the tub was indeed big enough for two, or three (possibly 4, she hadn't tried that yet) Faye knew better than to voice it aloud. This was a big step for the Klingon non-com, and she was in no rush to make things awkward for the girl by rattling off answers to unasked questions. That was just down right rude.

The more comfortable that Mickayla seemed to become as they walked, the more relaxed Faye felt. She was much better than the other girl at 'faking it till making it', another Terran phrase she'd picked up not from her adoptive mother, but at the Academy. Ambassador Hawkins had dropped by to give a guest lecture in her sophomore year. It had been a most illuminating one, and she'd picked up a few tips from the man. They all had, and he'd been one of the more delightful guest speakers of the series. She would see him again a few years later during her Attache training at the Diplomatic Annex on Babel, alongside a few other noted dignitaries. 

Idly, she wondered what said dignitaries would think of her now, strolling along pleasantly with a fellow crew member, naked as the proverbial jaybird. She snorted a bit, in the back of her mind, knowing most of their responses, from Hawkings, to Spock, to Troi. Each one unique and telling in their own ways.

Smiling now at that thought, and Mickayla's concern, the girl gave a bit of a shrug and winked up at the Klingon. "Oh, I'm not worried about that at all. More that I'd just like the place to be, you know, presentable. No dirty laundry left hanging off of a lamp post or anything like that." she informed, as she pondered just how the other woman would look, lounging in her tub, surrounded by bubbles. Though come to think of it, all of my lighting is currently overhead, saved for one attached desk lamp. I really should get a standing lamp for behind the couch. Or maybe go back and order that smaller one we saw, for by the bed... She could, of course, simply replicate one as well. That wasn't nearly as fun, however.

The real reason she wanted a warning though, was so that she could prepare Riley, should the nurse happen to be there. She'd tell her Imzadi all about her day over a meal later - dinner, if their schedules synced up, breakfast if not - but while Faye was fine as could be with someone coming to use her bath, she'd want to give Riley the chance to bug out if she so desired. Her human lover was much more open and adjusted than she'd expected, but she also knew that their journey together was an ever evolving one and she didn't want to make the other girl uncomfortable - beach-side orgy's aside. 

Pursing her lips a bit, Faye looked over the stock, picking out a nice wide brimmed hat for herself as well. She didn't mind the sun on her, and she had enough of a tan for the other day that she wasn't worried about getting burned, but the hat seemed as good an idea as any, and she deftly picked up the straw like headgear and a pair of circular, glass lenses that would perch on her nose. They were rather rose colored, and she decided that was funny. What was that saying of mothers, about looking at the world through rose colored lenses? How can I not?

Turning, she caught the shop owners words and giggled again, sauntering over to the duo. "Never judge a book by its cover, nor a Klingon by their ridges. You'll be quite surprised in both counts, I assure you." She flashed them all a wide smile, brighter for the lack of clothes she wore and the clearly casual ease she had in the act. "To be fair, Hayanr here is humoring me today. She looks just as good in armor and with a few drinks as she does now, and just as formidable, I assure you." Faye, of course, had no idea at all what Hanayr looked like in armor. She wasn't sure the security officer had ever worn a traditional Klingon warriors suit, but she wasn't about to tell the shop owner that. She had appearances to keep up. 

And truth be told, she just wanted to get the transaction done. So she gave a little prod with her hip, and deftly plucked the one of the woman's hands into her own and led both her escort and the owner to the register. It took them a moment to process the transactions, but then they were good to go. With a "Have a nice day, er Ladies," from the owner, Faye and Mickayla - or Tesss and Hanayr, as it were, sauntered away from the booth, the former with a bit of a sway in her hips as she slid the rosy glasses onto her face and grinned up at the latter. 

'There. That wasn't too bad, was it?" She asked cheerfully, as her toes sunk into the warm sand once again.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 04, 2019, 03:41:26 AM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Beach ] Attn: @Brutus
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Mickayla couldn’t believe how rude the stall keeper was being. Maybe it was just her opinion and she was overly sensitive because she was naked, but the man seemed unduly judgemental for someone who generated an income by interacting with people. Despite her suddenly intense desire to punch the man, Mickayla managed to contain herself long enough for Faye to step in and defuse the encounter.

“10 days and I still do not have full control over my emotions,” Mickayla thought to herself Faye continued to speak to the man, telling him that she looked just as good in armour. “I’ve never even worn Klingon armour. I wouldn’t even know how to put it on properly.” The man seemed to accept Faye’s words and once the Betazoid had again paid for their items, he farewelled them as the two ladies departed; Mickayla calmly putting on her new sunglasses as they turned back towards the beach.

“Not so far,” Mickayla admitted calmly, as her own feet sank into the sand as they started down the track to the beach proper. The breeze picked up, whipping her hair around a bit beneath her had and rippling across her skin, caressing it in a sensual way that appealed to Mickayla. Climbing up the last dune, Mickayla stopped at the top and looked out across visage below, taking it all in from the water lapping at the sand to waves breaking further out and the horizon in the distance.

“Beautiful,” Mickayla uttered quietly as she enjoyed the view. Two days ago, she never would have believed she would be standing where she was, naked but for a hat, sunglasses and a new piercing, staring at the horizon from an Aldean beach. Yet here she was.

“Thank you, Tess.”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 04, 2019, 04:55:48 PM
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Getting out of the shop with Mickayla in tow, and everyone in one piece was something of a relief. The Aldean shop owner was more than a little bit of an ass, and there was a part of Faye that wished to take him down a peg. However she knew that they needed to keep a relatively low profile. A Klingon in the shop wasn't all that out of the ordinary. A naked woman on a beach that was clothing optional also wasn't all that odd. When they were one and the same, with a  second non-Klingon tagging along, that was out of the ordinary enough for notice. If she'd say, let Mickayla deck the man, as she so clearly had the impulse to do - that would have been too far out of the ordinary.

So she'd deflected, smiled, put on a show and took charge. Just as she was trained to do. It was almost instinctual. Faye certainly didn't feel like she'd handled the situation the wrong way, and from the end goal of a peaceful exit, she'd been quiet successful. That it wasn't quite as satisfying in the immediate time frame was something any diplomat got used to, over time. Reaching a middle ground was the best that one could often ask for, and rarely was the case that both parties were utterly satisfied. In this case, the vendor was probably happier to have that one pair of shades sold and the odd customers out of his shop, than Faye and Mickayla were to have dealt with the rude man. 

Still, they had their hats and shades and that was important.

Hiking up the large dune was done in silence. Each step brought them closer to the crest. Salt filled Faye's nose, and the breeze picked up, the sand grasses gently brushing against her calves. A tingle of anticipation rode up her spine as they reached the peak, and looked  down at the shoreline. White cresting waves broke further out, leading to light foam lapping at the shore, reaching up, then pulling back, the sand darker in its wake. People dotted about, and the sun, not as high in the sky has it had been during her last beach trip, beat down warm upon their bare shoulders. 

Drawing in a long, low breath, Faye purred like a kitten. She wriggled a bit, basking in the moment, in the feelings coming off of her escort, and the sensations of the beach. "It is beautiful, you're right, Hanayr. And you're welcome," she said, smirking a bit. You're pretty beautiful too, Miss MacGregor, but I don't think telling you that will help you right now. No need to make you blush. Still, she enjoyed the view out of the side of her eyes, watching the way the sun danced across the warm brown skin of the other Starfleet officer.

After a moment, Faye set off down the dune, toward the wetter sand. As she and Mickayla walked, the former bit her lip, and then, "I'm sorry, by the way. For just taking over in the shop. And saying you look good in armor. I really have no idea if you would or not, but that seemed to be the quickest way to deal with a rude native." Her hands waved about as she spoke, as if redrawing the lines from the shop before. "He was a bit of a git. And it would have been far more satisfying t let you just deck him. But I'm trained to find a nonviolent solution. Diplomat."

Flashing a wry grin at the other girl she wrapped up her point. "I basically just butted in and spoke for you, and while I think the end goal of getting out of there without attracting undo attention was achieved, I'm not sure I had the right to speak for you. Rank aside, we're technically on leave." Faye came to a stop, looking up at Mickayla from under the brim of her at. A wave reached out, and washed gently over their feet, leaving the tops cooler  than before in its wake, though the faint film of water quickly baked off in the sun.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 05, 2019, 02:59:54 AM
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Mickayla didn’t protest as Faye half led, half guided them both down the other side of the dune towards where the sand met the water. Glancing sideways, the Klingon saw the Betazoid biting her lip and Mickayla was about to ask what was on her mind just as her companion began apologising for speaking on her behalf back at the stall. The Klingon said nothing as the two of them came to a stop at the water’s edge as a wave washed across their feet, sinking them into the wet sand before draining away.

“Personally, I think my method of dealing with him would have been quicker and more satisfying, but your way avoided us undue attention,” Mickayla admitted as another wave crashed ashore. Glancing around, making sure that no one was close enough to overhear, Mickayla went on in a quieter tone. “Truthfully though, I wouldn’t know how I look in Klingon armour. I’ve never worn it before. I know almost nothing about Klingon culture. And you are the one on leave, ma’am. I’m the bodyguard, remember.”

Turning away from Faye, Mickayla went back to looking out across the water, thinking about how much her life had changed since the Endeavour’s destruction and how much more it would change as she adapted to how she was now. Hathev had said that she needed to find a new self, made up of both her old and new selves, but the Klingon wasn’t sure how much of her heritage and upbringing were relevant to her new biological status. Shaking her head to clear it of the depressing thoughts that threatened to overcome her, Mickayla turned back to face the Betazoid.

“So, what next?” she asked politely. “It’s been a long time since I was on a beach.”

Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 05, 2019, 03:56:11 AM
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Lacking the skills to counter the argument about who was and wasn't supposed to be on leave, Faye could only nod on that point. Idly now, she wondered if perhaps she should not have pushed Mickayla so, given she was on duty. Naked left precious little space to conceal a weapon. Though the Diplomat supposed that the statuesque woman walking next to her more likely than naught counted as a living weapon. Weren't all security officers smash-em-up fisticuffs types? She might have made things a bit more challenging for the naked non-com, but she had every faith that the petty officer could take care of any threats less than say, a photon cannon. 

If they were dealing with one of those, they were well and truly fucked, she supposed.

With that happy thought in place, Faye nodded, gingerly. "I've been around plenty of Klingon's, Petty Officer," as she'd just been called ma'am the rank seemed fitting, though she said it softly. Not that she thought anyone was in ear shot, but all the same she modulated her tone. No point in taking unnecessary risks, after all. It would do neither of them any good to get outed while on a beach stroll.

"I was stationed at Khitomer before coming aboard the ship as part of the diplomatic mission to Romulus. You pick up a lot of the culture when you live with Klingon's on a daily basis. I think the armor would look good on you." She gave the girl an appraising look, and then added slyly, "Not as good as you look right now, by any means. But just a guess, I'd say you'd carry it well." 

Pondering the new question, Faye let her gaze roll over the waves. She almost made a quip about finding a pair of boys to use and lose, but she'd parted rather well with Harnet and Tayban after she and Riley had their fun, and she had no real desire to go picking up random men on the beach. At least not at the moment. She might change her mind. It wouldn't be the first time. But she was betting that Mickayla had zero interest in that option. 

"Usually when I go to the beach, I'm either laying on a blanket soaking up the sun, or out into the water getting drenched. Occasionally, I just stroll and enjoy the peace." Sometimes I get my ashes hauled but I'm not telling you that today! She giggled a bit all the same. "There are people about, but they're giving each other space. Its not too crowded today, and that's a good thing, I think." She pursed her lips though, and pondered, "Could fly a kite I suppose, that's a thing that's done at beaches. Or build a sand castle." She wasn't being really serious about that, of course, but she did understand that it was something of a beach going tradition among her adoptive mother's people. And since PO MacGregor was brought up on Earth, she figured the woman might at least get the reference.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 05, 2019, 05:33:04 PM
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“My family didn’t go to the beach much when I was growing up,” Mickayla said wistfully, her mind drifting back. “Where we lived was cold and mountainous, a place more suited to snow castles rather than sand ones. What beaches that were on the coast were all rocky. Not like the sand here. And kites, well, I tried to fly one once at home. But it got away from me and chances are it is still flying around the highlands somewhere.”

“The last beach I went to, that was a different experience. We mostly spent the day drinking, eating or swimming,” Mickayla lamented, remembering that some of the others had disappeared behind the dunes at different times. It was obvious what they had been up to when they returned the group; they had ‘that look’.

“The idea of soaking up the sun though is tempting,” Mickayla considered thoughtfully, enjoying the heat considerably. It was a different feeling than when she was alone in her quarters; the sun, the breeze and everything else all made it different. And despite her earlier apprehension at being naked, she now stood there, mostly confident, with her hands on her bare hips debating what to do next.

“I guess we could lay on the sand for a while,” Mickayla proposed. “We don’t have any blankets, but we can always wash the sand off later,” she pointed out. “Or we can swim first. Up to you, I guess. I can’t decide.”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 05, 2019, 05:56:39 PM
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Yet again, Faye found herself learning more about her escort. She sensed that the woman needed a few good friends, especially after all the changes that had been forced upon her by her time on the Versant. She would most certainly be making an effort to look over the girls service record once they were both back at the ship. For the moment, she contented herself with listening to Mickayla, both literally, and the more figurative notion, for picking up surface thoughts. No prying, just skimming.

"We got a little snow where I grew up," Faye admitted, but her family farm had been in a more moderate climate zone, and the snow was fleeting in the winters, when it did come. Usually they just had bitterly cold rain, if that. She gave a little smile all the same. "We had enough that I made what mother called a Snowman once. Though he didn't really look much like a man. More like a blob with a carrot. Humans." The tone accompanying the word was said with affection, and a shrug of the shoulders. She rather liked Humans. They were refreshing in their ways, though she would be the first to admit a bias there, given her adoptive mother was human.

"Can't says I've ever made a snow castle though. I imagine it holds up better than the sand variety of structure. We had a large pond - almost a small lake, really - on the property but it wasn't much of a beach lake.  Grass right up to the edge and the like. Good for swimming and sunbathing, not so much for castles."

Deciding that she was the beach expert, Faye let her pace slow a bit more, before coming to a stop and looking up and down the beach. The foamy water tickled at her toes as it rolled over and then sucked back out to sea, teasing a giggle from her. Finally though, she gave a nod and pointed up the beach a bit. "Momma always said that it was better to go into the water after sunning one self. Made the water feel all the better for it. She tended to be smart, and wonder of wonders, I tended to listen to her. Lets go stretch out there and let the sun bake us a bit. It will be good for the muscles." Or so she assumed. Heat usually worked wonders on tired limbs, and the walking was getting to her. Faye wasn't out of shape  - clearly, her shape was quite pleasant to look at, judging by some of the gazes she'd picked up - but all the same, it would be nice to lay out.

"We soak for a bit in the sun, and then we can go wash off in the surf. I'm just enjoying the heat on my bareskin too much to go dive under the cold spray just now. I must be part lizard or something because the sun feels lovely right now. On every inch." As she spoke, she walked, hips giving a sway and her hands reaching up to the sky as she stretched. That pulled the muscles along her back into compliance, and made her perky tits bounce a bit  for anyone looking at her from the front. Her whole body seemed to be as taut as a bowstring for a moment, and she could just feel a slight pulling from her still somewhat numb belly piercing. As a result she reluctantly stopped her stretch, and smiled brightly back over her shoulder at Mickayla.

”Pull up a patch of sand, Hanayr,” she suggested as she turned and dropped down to her knees.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 10, 2019, 03:20:45 AM
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“Well this is going to be a new experience,” Mickayla noted to herself after Faye suggested they let the sun bake them a little. Technically, she had already done something similar, in her quarters at least. With the heat turned up until she was almost sweating herself, she had lain on her bed and enjoyed the feel of the heat and humidity on her naked body. This would be a different feeling though. For one, there was sand. “They say you only live once,” Mickayla mused as she followed Faye, enjoying the sway of the Betazoid’s hips as she walked and stretched. She couldn’t see what effect that caused on her companion’s body, but she could guess from her own experiences of stretching similarly.

“Sounds like a plan Tess,” Mickayla acknowledged, looking up to see that Faye had caught her looking. Blushing slightly at being caught, Mickayla found herself unable to control her thoughts as Faye directed her to ‘pull up a patch of sand’ while dropping to her own knees. Mickayla couldn’t not noticed at what level that put certain parts of both their bodies and she imagined what it might feel like if those parts met. Blushing even more and praying to every deity that she knew of that the Betazoid was not peeking herself, Mickayla shuffled up beside the Betazoid and sat down quickly while trying to ignore the sand that now graced parts of her that it never had before.

“Get control of yourself!” Mickayla chastised herself as she slowly reclined, choosing to keep her new piercing out of the sand for now. Adjusting her hat to better shade her head, Mickayla lay back and tried to relax and enjoy the sun beating down upon her naked body.

Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 10, 2019, 04:28:10 AM

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As a diplomatic attache and Starfleet officer, the young Betazoid had met a lot of people in her years in the Diplomatic service, and not a single one that she had encountered didn't like, on some level, being admired. This was something that Faye had found to be almost universal. That the statuesque security guard that had been assigned to her had been looking at her - really looking - caused her to flush with pride.  She knew of course, that she was attractive. She knew she could garner attention - she and Riley had proven that on their own little beach trip, though that had been as much about what she had been doing as how she had looked doing it. Knowing it was one thing; catching someone looking you up was another entirely. One of life's simple pleasures as far as Faye was concerned, and in her experience, as far as just about anyone was concerned too. 

So yes, she'd put a little bit of extra wiggle into things as she settled down on her knees and waited for Mickayla to figure out how and where she wanted to stretch out. Her butt rested on her heels as she settled back, still on her knees, just sinking down a bit more. The smile grew just a tad predatory as she picked up a little bit of what was going on in the other girls head. A quick surface read was more than enough to get the mental juices flowing and she smiled up brightly at the Klingon woman, practically beaming. 

It would be so very, very easy to just lean in and run a hand over the hip, she thought to herself, indulging in a momentary fantasy, working with what she'd gleaned from the other woman's mind. Press a kiss just south of that shell. Run my fingers over the skin, and kiss lower, and lower, and lower. Just slide the hand around the back, cup, and pull forward and...jackpot. Thankfully this little indulgence was one way. She didn't know just how the poor girl might react to seeing what was going on in her head now that she'd had a peek in Mickayla's. Instead she watched until the other girl had stretched herself out. Only once the girl had fully stretched out on her back, in the sand, did Faye go about settling herself. 

She looked out at the surf for a moment, lapping up the shoreline. The air smelled different than at the other beach, something slightly shifted. Perhaps it had something to do with the latitude here compared to the other. Both were pleasantly warm but this one felt a tad more humid to her. The ocean might be just a bit more laden with salt than the other. She wasn't really sure - oceanography wasn't a subject she'd taken at the Academy, and really hadn't had a reason to pursue its study in the years since graduation. 

Slowly, she lay down, leaning over onto her side and letting her hip dig into the sand, as well as her elbow, propping her head up and looking at Mickayla, who lay there with her eyes closed for the moment. She does cut a fine figure, and once she gets used to herself, confident, she'll be a force to recon with. There was an appreciation on Faye's part for the girl before her, and a bit of affection for a new friend (hopefully). Idly she wondered what the woman might look like, laying in her tub, or splayed out on her bed, with Riley on hand nearby. Or what she might look like with Faye's own head. nestled...exactly where her security escort had been secretly imagining it just moments before. All of this day dreaming was rather academic on her part, but it did help her focus in on what to do next. 

Drawing one leg up over the other, she made a soft little noise in the back of her throat, settling her thoughts about, and then said rather lightly, "It's all an adjustment, isn't it? Not just putting up with me, I mean.  All the change." She smiled a bit, seeing the confused look. "I don't know half of what you've been through, and while they don't actually pay us, you know, being perceptive is my job. Even before you add in being able to read thoughts and such. Especially when someone is broadcasting very loudly," she noted with a wink.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 10, 2019, 04:03:07 PM
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“SHIT!” was the single, overriding thought that enveloped Mickayla’s head when she heard Faye speak about broadcasting loudly. The Klingon had turned her head enough to look at the Betazoid when she began to speak, sensing the change in tone of their conversation. She hadn’t anticipated being called out on what she had been thinking about. She was under no illusions about what Faye was referring too either; she’d known enough telepaths to know that unless they shut themselves in entirely, they could still hear ‘loud’ thoughts from others. And to a person, all of them had said that shutting themselves in was very uncomfortable for them. “I can’t expect someone else to be uncomfortable just to make myself feel better. Not here.”

 Surprisingly, she also found that she wasn’t mad either. She supposed she could have been; she didn’t know the extent to which Faye had been reading her mind. But what difference would it have made anyway? Mickayla had still agreed to do everything they had done so far and she wasn’t about to complain about the company or the view she’d had while doing it. “Shit!”

“Sorry F... Tess,” Mickayla apologised, not sure how close anyone was. “I, ah, I’m not usually like this. Uncontrolled that is. Or checking out you, or well, girls at all. That’s very new,” Mickayla rambled before catching herself and looking away, trying not to blush more. Taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly, Mickayla turned back to look at Faye and tried to ignore the enticing pose the Betazoid was in.

“You’re right,” Mickayla affirmed. “It is an adjustment. And not just this,” the Klingon said, indicating her body and the change it represented. “I had issues even before that ship. Those reasons were why I was even in the nebula at all. Why I had transferred from my last ship to the E after 8 years. I got hurt, my ability to trust was shattered and I needed a change of scenery.”

“This wasn't exactly what I had in mind at the time though,” Mickayla mused, rolling her head back around to look at the sky. “Even if the present view is great.”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 10, 2019, 05:07:50 PM
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Speaking of broadcasting, by the gods that was loud, Faye thought, wrinkling her nose just a tad that rapid fire burst of vulgarity in Mickayla's mind. No tuning that out, not unless she'd had her walls as tightly in place as...well, as a blast door. And seeing as one of those had result in her needing a new arm, Faye had a unique, if unpleasant expertise on the subject. And she'd not been so very good with her own mental fortifications ever since coming out of stasis. The effort required was more than she remembered, and in truth, most telepaths really did prefer to not bother with the whole 'shields at maximum' mentality sometimes required. Toss in that her job required her to use her gifts and well...she picked up more than was perhaps polite, though she never did so with ill intent.

Not that any of that really mattered just then. One would not need to be telepathic to pick up some of the distress that was briefly present across the petty officers face, though Faye was glad that her insight reassured her that the other woman was not mad. Just startled and rapidly attempting to come to terms with this new information. So the diplomat kept her pretty little mouth shut and allowed the other woman to work through some things on her own. Sometimes the most diplomatic rout to a solution was the quiet path of stately silence.

And so Mickayla spoke, tripping over the assumed name that Faye was using for their excursion. She really should have used one with Riley but she had been too excited on that journey to exercise any common sense, and the day prior had been up to her eyeballs in diplomatic entanglements. Quite entangled, at that, she reflected with mild amusement on how that had all gone down, winning a reprieve for the human members of the Theurgy's crew. She would endeavor all the more to remember to use the other woman's alias however, lest she allow herself to fall back into bad habits while on leave.  "You've nothing to apologize to me for, Hanayr," she swiftly reassured the larger woman, attempting to put her at must as ease as she might manage with a gentle wave of her hand, before draping the arm back over her hip and letting her fingers draw circles in the sand.

She listened with rapt attention, something she'd been trained to do, but made no effort to disguise the fact that she was listening. For the moment, her whole focus shifted onto the non-com assigned to keep her safe. The diplomat pondered the words, and the emotions, while sticking to the surface of Mickayla's thoughts, not prying deep to ferret out the answers behind the words, the details that had not yet been shared willingly. Once she cataloged everything - faster than one might think - she gave a slow nod. "Setting aside the Savi and their machinations, and the Borg, and having to shift ships in the middle of a nebula," she let out a rueful bark of laughter, "Rather a lot to set aside, truth be told, you're right. There is a lot you are coming to terms with.

"Now, I happen to think a beach is a lovely place to sort a few things out, though I suspect that some of the issues at hand you'd need a trained councilor for. Thankfully we're rebuilding that department because the gods know I could use some therapy that isn't strictly shopping." She included herself in this to ease any potential sting. Then she swept a bit of hair back and leaned in closer to Mickayla. "Exploring who you are is a very personal thing, and I think a very good thing. Getting used to the physical changes, and the preferences. Testing the waters so to speak.

"What I'm getting at is, I'm happy to listen to anything you'd like to say. Or not say. I can actually be quiet, all evidence to the contrary." She winked, her voice light but dripping with self-depreciation. "I think the views here are great for reflecting, and if you want to ogle me as part of 'taking in the view' I'm not going to complain. There are plenty of beautiful men  and women out walking the beach that wouldn't even notice you checking them out, but its not like I don't enjoy being looked at. As if my choice of dress earlier wasn't a hint." She wagged her eyebrows a bit and then laughed.

"If I can help, I'd like to. Not the least of which because you've done an admirable job of putting up with me." she said, ending her monologue with an encouraging smile.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 11, 2019, 04:26:45 AM
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"I’ve been checking you out ever since we changed clothes back at the shop,” Mickayla admitted calmly, seeing no benefit in lying about it. She was pretty sure that Faye and not only caught her looking but also been looking back. “I couldn’t help it,” Mickayla continued, about to apologise but holding off after remembering that Faye said she had nothing to apologise for. She wanted to explain why, to try to understand herself what was happening. And perhaps it was better to talk to Faye rather than Hathev. Vulcan’s weren’t exactly known for their emotional responses after all.

“I’ve always found it difficult to trust people. Growing where and how I did,” Mickayla began slowly, fighting the urge to lie or not say anything at all. She knew she had to trust; doing it, well, that was another story entirely. “It got better as I got older, learning how to judge people and make choices. I even started to make a few actual friends. Back on the Artemis, I met someone that I thought could be more than a friend. Two years of dating and I found him in bed with my roommate. They had apparently been engaged for several months,” Mickayla revealed, trying to keep her voice even and not get angry. Anger wouldn’t help now.

“We all ended up in the infirmary. I was offered a transfer instead of formal charges in light of the situation. I accepted without pause. I couldn’t stay there anymore. Two of the people I trusted the most had betrayed me,” Mickayla explained, exhaling deeply as she listened to the waves to calm herself. “Moving to the E was meant to allow me to start over, to try and learn to trust again. I wasn’t there long enough. Then there was the Versant, where I was offered a choice; one or the other. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up on that one; it sounded too good to be true. And again, I ended up with lies and broken trust. And a new Klingon body with skin sensitivity and anger management issues to go along with it,” she finished up, noting the irony of wanting a fresh start against now having it. “Becareful what they wish for, or so they say.”

“Anyway,” Mickayla said, moving on from history. “It seems that everything in my life is changing, including my preferences for company, so to speak. And I'd say it's pretty obvious which side of the fence I have been looking at recently,” Mickayla stated, rolling onto her side and mirroring Faye’s position. “Besides a one night stand that just kind of happened, I don’t know if I trust myself to explore what I am feeling, or desiring or whatever the right word is.”

“I think what I am trying to say, or ask or whatever, is that I could use a friend to help me understand. Someone I think I can trust,” Mickayla said, not entirely sure what she was saying or doing but knowing she had to try. “And for the record, I haven’t been putting up with you. Today has been good so far. Uncomfortable at times, but definitely not a burden,” Mickayla admitted, smiling gently.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 11, 2019, 05:36:31 PM
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Just as Mickayla could not help having looked at Faye, so too could the lithe woman not help preening now. Flashing a blazing bright smile at the guard, she tilted her head to let more of hair cascade back, and drew her leg up just a bit, foot running over the shin of the limb beneath. "Good. I'm rather glad you could not help it, and I highly discourage trying to 'help' resisting in the future. I am so vain after all." The last bit was her teasing, though perhaps it was truer than she wished to admit. Vanity and pride in herself could easily be a fault of hers - when she wasn't too busy reliving the attack at Jupiter Station and suppressing feelings of imposter syndrome.

Thankfully recent successes against the ADC at the negotiations table on behalf of the crew had helped tamp down on that.

The smile dimmed slightly however, as the Klingon continued. Faye's teasing nature took a backseat to genuine interest and outright concern for the other woman laying in the sand across from her. Coal black eyes quit darting about the expanse of exposed skin, kissed now by the Aldean sunlight, and instead focused on the face. The way the lips moved, the brows tightened and the eyes darkened, as she opened up, bit by bit. And there was no hiding how appalled she felt as the petty officer informed her of the betrayal she'd suffered on the Artemis. Her face crumpled up into one of sympathy and dismay, though she marshalled herself and kept from speaking up. 

Given her own tendencies to ployamours encounters, on the one had she struggled to understand why all three could not have simply enjoyed each other's company. At the same time she understood that the hiding of the knowledge...the lack of communication. The Dishonesty. That was what was at fault. It was a wretched thing to do. Nearly unheard of on her planet, where such a deception would be nigh on impossible to hide. It was all she could do not to reach out and grab onto Mickayla's hand in a gesture of sympathy, but Faye worried that interrupting might cut the other off, and cause her to stop all together.

Best to let her get it all out, she resolved, forcing her expression into a less drastic countenance of sympathy, still quite attentive.

That the captured hybrids from the various ships that the Savi had encountered had been offered a 'choice' of sorts as to a preference of which of their respective genotypes they might be reverted to was something that Faye had heard in light passing. That these choices were apparently disregarded, at least so she garnered from the bitterness in Mackayla's voice, was news to her. The whole of it sounded barbaric, and now the poor petty officer was trapped in a body she did not entirely choose, with changes she was having to adjust to. No wonder she was so on edge about so many things.

And it now appeared to have fallen on Faye's slender shoulders to help, as Mickayla finished up, turning to face Faye, laying on her side in a mirror of the Betazoid, and entreating her for friendship, while at the same time reassuring her that she was not as Faye had put it, a burden. Uncomfortable, but not unwelcome. She could work with that, and slowly settled into the role she was taking upon herself.

Telegraphing the movement, Faye reached out and gently gripped Mickayal's shoulder with her hand, squeezing, and then slowly running her grip down the other girls arm, and then, over her hip. As if this were the most natural thing in the world, and not a measured effort to give the skin just so recently spoken of some pleasant tactile sensations. "You've been through quite a lot and I'm not going to pretend I can help with everything. I'm more than happy to help a friend explore herself however." There was not a hint of hesitation on Faye's part, even if she might not have realized just what that would open her up to. To the Betazoid, it was a natural response. Few on her world would have not offered the same, to a friend in such a state.

The impulse to help, to care and tend to, ran deep in her species. Sometimes that ran towards taking up roles in hospitals as doctors or nurses, sometimes as psychiatrists. Occasionally, a Betazoid would enter a security professional out of a deeply abiding desire to protect. Faye had done so in the service of exploration and diplomacy, and now as a friend, helping Mickayla to build trust again.

"I certainly like to think that I can be trusted. And I'm not about to run off with some man you take an interest in. Men are fun to play with but thats really about all." She winked a bit. Men had their uses in her view, but for her at least they weren't serious. "Checking out 'the other side of the fence' simply shows good taste on your part. And while it may be an adjustment, I can safely say the new body you have is perfectly stunning."
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 12, 2019, 04:59:54 PM
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Once again, Faye telegraphed her movements as she reached for Mickayla and again, Mickayla allowed her to do it, not reacting as the Betazoid’s hand squeezed her shoulder. Inside though, Mickayla wondered if a day would come when Faye, and others, wouldn’t need to telegraph their movements towards her and that she wouldn’t react to them violently if they didn’t. That thought stopped, however, when she felt Faye’s hand transition from her should to running down her arm and then to her hip. Her eyes fluttered slightly at the feeling of warmth from the hand, a warmth altogether different from the warmth of the sun on her skin.

And then there was what Faye was saying. Mickayla wasn’t sure how Faye meant to say it, or how she meant it to be understood, but Mickayla took it as Faye wasn’t against them exploring each other. And gazing at the svelte form laying opposite her, Mickayla couldn’t deny the desire within her of wanting to do exactly that. A part of her wanted to have the Betazoid right there but another part of herself argued that they were on a public beach and that there were just some things that should be enjoyed in a more private local.

“My body is nothing compared to yours,” Mickayla declared, honestly believing that of the two of them, the Betazoid’s body was much more desirable over her own. She wanted to reach out and run a hand along Faye’s form just as the officer had done to her but held back, not wanting to overstep; even if Faye had said that she was more than happy to help. “I have too much muscle to look as good as you do. The only way I could be stunning is if I hit someone.”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 12, 2019, 08:35:51 PM
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There was a parable from her mother's homeworld, something about a reptile and a Lepus, a bunny she thought. She couldn't really remember it, as neither of those creatures were native to the lands where she grew up, but the moral of it was taking things slow, and keeping a steady pace, would bring you satisfaction. She thought. It seemed silly at the time. To her, the moral should have been 'don't get cocky' but she wasn't the one that wrote the fable. Be that as it may, it applied here, and now, to Mickayla's boundaries, and the steps they would take next.

Clearly, she enjoyed the touch, so Faye did not remove her hand when she was done. She let it settle in atop the other woman's hand in turn, her tan skin contrasting with the richer brown tones of the Security officers pigmentation. There was a brief bolt of delight, a shifting of the body, an easing of tension in the shoulders - little non visual tells that Faye had been trained to pick up over the course of her education and earlier assignments. Any little tick could be a tell, an indication as to what was really going on in the mind of someone across the table from her. Not all species could be read, of course, some had training against telepaths.

Mickayla did not, and it was clear to her that the now full blooded Klingon wanted to return the gesture. So she smiled, and started to lift the girls hand, only to stop and scowl at her. she didn't let that expression last long, but it was a knee jerk reaction of someone who heard something they thought was a load of bullshit. And training or not, in that moment her control slipped. It was possibly for the best.

"Oh please. I have no doubt that you could use this," she lifted the girls hand up, the one she had begun to squeeze a moment before, "and leave someone reeling with a good solid blow. You've got the muscle and the training for it, no doubt. But girl, please," she protested soundly."

"Did you miss the part where I was checking you out too? I might have been decently discreet in the shop but I was pretty blatant a moment ago as we were laying down. The way I raked you over from head to toe with a look? Or am I losing my touch?" She gave a little giggle at that, unable to pretend to be angry but she sure did have concerns."You've got a lot of muscles and that is all kinds of appealing. I like a strong woman, you know. And it's kind of all gleaming in the sun right now, which makes you look, well, delicious.

"You look different than me. That doesn't mean I look better. You've got soft bits and hard bits and ridges" She intoned with some enthusiasm, wagging her eyebrows. Then she took the girls hand and let it drift over to her own hip, scooting a bit closer so as to make it easier on the Klingon. "Hanayr, just because I happen to be smooth all over, that doesn't mean I look better than you, or that you aren't a knock out in your own right." she let go of the hand, permission given again. She knew that Mickayla wanted contact. She wouldn't push her - not too much at least.

"I wish you could see you the way I see you. You might like my view of the world." Then with a hefty dose of vanity on her part, she noted, "Mind you, I do think the rest of the world should see it self as I do. Would be a lot more fun of a place to live."
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 13, 2019, 03:16:11 AM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Beach ] Attn: @Brutus
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Mickayla couldn’t help but shift a little when Faye’s hand settled upon her own. It was such a simple act, and yet it brought up an enjoyable sensation that Mickayla didn’t want to give up easily. It was silly, but simply holding hands was comforting. But it seemed that her words had had the opposite effect on the Betazoid. Mickayla had caught the scowl on Faye’s face before diplomat schooled her features. 

The rebuke, for that was exactly what it was, that followed was delivered with enthusiasm, waggling eyebrows and even a little bit of giggling. And yet the words from the Betazoid cut deeper then a listener would have thought. They plunged headlong into the matter, seeking to alter the status quo into something that Faye seemed more… right. And even if Mickayla had wanted to try and refute her arguments, there wasn’t the opportunity until Faye stopped speaking.

“You are definitely not losing your touch,” Mickayla responded, feeling her hand encased in the delicious warmth of the Betazoid’s hip and hand and not even trying to hide the smile that formed on her face from the thoughts behind her words. It felt nice to smile again. It had been too long. Although even that felt wrong. She was sure she had smiled recently, for one reason or another. But at that moment, Mickayla couldn’t recall when. She wasn’t even sure if it mattered.

“And I did notice you checking me out, raking me with your eyes, as you put it,” Mickayla said, unable to resist dropping into tactical parlance; it was the fighter in her. “I guess I just figured you were comparing me to you, seeing if I was competition or not. And I have never been called delicious before,” she admitted, blushing a little, again. She seemed to be doing that a lot recently.

“And I had noticed you were smooth all over,” Mickayla observed, letting those words hang in the air for a moment, not eve sure why she had said them. “I’m not sure I could see me as you see me. Or if I would understand it. Your viewpoint seems to be pretty unique,” Mickayla continued, tapping Faye’s skin with her fingertips, not even realising that those tips were brushing the edges of the Betazoid’s behind.

“I guess, I am still adjusting to how I look. So long looking one way and now I look entirely different. I get up in the morning and I see me in the mirror. But it’s not the me that I remember or expect to see. It’s a new me that I don’t know or understand,” Mickayla admitted, hoping that Faye wouldn’t think her too weird for not knowing who she was. “Have you ever felt like that Tess?”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 13, 2019, 04:51:52 AM
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While she had most certainly been kidding, and not at all really worried about 'losing her touch', Faye was still happy to see Mickayla say that. Her new friend was starting to relax, despite herself, and that was a good sign. She was letting her fingers move about a little, and more importantly, simply allowing herself to enjoy the contact of skin on skin - be it Faye's hand on hers, at first, or the softness of that smooth, tanned skin under the Klingon's palm. 

She was even smiling, and while Faye promised herself she wouldn't point that out, less she spoke Mickayla, she was pleased to have pulled that one out of her. It set her to wiggling, which could only serve as something of an enticement for the other member of the Theurgy's crew. Between the smile, and the blush that soon followed on, the girl looked downright cute. This observation she did not keep to herself, instead saying, [color]"Well, you do look tasty enough to bite, I won't pretend otherwise. And you have moment's where you're just plain cute. No avoiding it I'm afraid. Just going to have to learn to live with it." 
Her mock severity on the subject was completely tossed out the window when she faintly purred and shivered, pleased, from head to toe in the sand. One of the girls fingers had tickled a particularly sensitive point along her rump, having ventured further when Faye had shifted her own weight. Now it was running up and down the swell of her bum and triggering delightful little busts of pleasure deeper into her core.

But it was incidental touching, nothing determined or on purpose, and so Faye neither brought attention to it or escalated matters herself.  She did readjust her leg, to show off a bit more of that smoothness the two girls were talking about. Mickayla might not have an idea of why she had brought that back into the conversation, but Faye was willing to wager she had a notion or two. Though her thoughts, at least, remained her own. No amount of starring could change her from a Klingon to a Human.

At least, she certainly hoped not. 

"I do see the world though rose colored glasses sometimes," Faye said, with a wink, drawing attention to the poor pun she'd made, as she was still wearing her glasses from before, rosy pink in lens color. It should have brought a groan to Faye's lips if she had not been the one to say them. "But even when I'm not, I see a lot of what should be obvious good. Plenty of that in you, Hanayr,

"But for all of that, I only know so much about what you mean," Faye reluctantly answered, reaching out again with her hand, moving it from the hip it lay on to caress the dark arm stretched out. "When they thawed me out of stasis, I would spend hours holding my hands up and just looking at them." She rolled away onto her back, giving Mickayla a better view of her chest and the swell of her body, down to the join of the legs, where one split up and off, at an angle, heel resting in the sand.

Both hands looked perfectly normal as she held them in place. "One of these is a replacement. And from a purely objective standpoint, they look identical. Yet when I would look in the mirror I saw a girl with a fake arm. She couldn't be me. And i'm still coming to terms with that." She reluctantly admitted.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 13, 2019, 05:59:16 PM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Beach ] Attn: @Brutus
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“I’ve been called many things over the years, by a lot of people. But none of them, my own mother included, ever called me cute,” Mickayla remarked casually, thinking about what else Faye had said in that sentence. About learning to live with it. “This and more besides,” she thought to herself remembering what V-Nine had said about there being no possibility of her being returned to her former hybrid status. The best she could have hoped for was a cosmetic procedure to appear as a hybrid but Mickayla had decided against it. She couldn’t bring herself to live a lie. 

Mickayla listened as Faye spoke about seeing the world through rose coloured glasses, the irony of her words not lost on either of them given her current eyewear. And she was acutely aware of where her hand now rested after Faye moved a little. She was of half a mind to withdraw her hand but decided if Faye wasn’t going to do anything about it, neither would she.

When Faye rolled onto her back, Mickayla’s hand was dragged from where it rested against the Betazoid’s behind to a position halfway in between the new piercing she now shared with Mickayla and the junction of her legs. Mickayla froze, expecting Faye to ask her to move her hand a little but when nothing came, Mickayla relaxed a little and took in the full body view the Betazoid was offering her. And she continued to listen as Faye described how one of her arms wasn’t hers. How it was a prosthetic to replace one that she had lost.

“I didn’t know that Tess, I’m sorry,” Mickayla apologised, not sure what else she should say in that situation. She could ask about how it happened or a dozen other things about it but that would be about answering her own curiousity and not helping Faye. So Mickayla chose a different path, hoping to do for Faye, what the Betazoid had been doing for her practically since they beamed down.

“The galaxy needs people like you, Tess,” Mickayla proclaimed honestly, absently drumming her fingers a little on Faye’s skin as she spoke. “People that can see the good through all the bad that is out there. I might disagree with what you see in me, but I know that there is good out there. And I know that without people like you, those with a good heart, then people like me would never be able to find it. No matter how long we searched.”

“So, wear the glasses, and keep looking,” Mickayla urged, staring Faye in the eyes even if the Betazoid couldn’t tell she was behind her aviators. “Sometimes it is the obvious which is hardest to see. I suspect I am proof of that.”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 13, 2019, 08:13:15 PM
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A great temptation arose up in Faye to scold the other woman's mother, though she realized quite steadily that there would be no good come of it. For one, she did not know where the Mrs. MacGregor might reside, and on the other hand, she did not think Mickayla meant any reproof on her mother, but more as a wry note to herself, and a thanks toward Faye. "Well, it is quite true, you very much can pull of cute." She winked as she settled herself down.

Thus contented, the Betazoid let her guard enjoy the feeling of soft, sun kissed skin beneath her new hand. Her skin was warm, and smooth, and bared for all the world to see. A little movement here, or there, would send the hand either up, to her belly proper, or down. Faye was quite certain that the other woman was more than curious enough about that, but equally sure she was quite happy to move at her own pace. Slow and steady, the telepath thought again, having explained about her own hand, and knowing that it didn't quite compare to the petty officers experience, but was simply as close as she could come.

"Oh, it's not as bad as all that, thought I do thank you for the sympathy," she quietly interjected, if not quite entirely truthfully. The nightmares still came, as did the bouts of impostor syndrome, the crushing weight of responsibility as being the only one left. Recent negotiations would only go so far. "The actual act was over quite swiftly, and from my perspective, I woke up but moments later, restored. I didn't have to go about for days before a replacement arrived - Stasis has some up sides." And that really was all she was able to say on the subject, though having spoken of it, her empathy toward what the now full blooded Klingon was going through could only grow.

All her feelings of empathy gave her no real warning as to what was going to come out of Mickayla's mouth next. She blinked up in surprise, her own shades doing precious little to block her coal dark eyes from view. Propped up on her elbows now, her mouth opened a little bit, and found herself without any words, at least for the moment. Those would come in a fast rush once the Klingon said her piece, falling one on top of the other as a blush crept into her face. The pleasant tapping, in such a position so close to a private area, on sensitive skin, sent a tingle washing over the girl which, of course, did nothing at all to hide the blush on her cheeks. So focused had she been on her escort that she was wholly unprepared to have the same sort of concern and kindness directed back on herself.

"I....well, I mean,....that is to say," she stopped, shook her head and giggled. She swallowed to collect herself and twisted on her side, wiggling closer now, feeling the girls hand move across her skin. She leaned up and in, and angled - slowly- so that her lips were able to hover just right by the other woman's ear. It brought them terribly close, if not quite in full contact, and she was able to murmur, so soft that none would hear her say, "Thank you, Mickayla. That means quite a lot, and I know how much it means to you to be able to say it. I promise I will." She said it all in a fast rush, determined to use the woman's real name when she did not think others could hear it, because it really mattered in that moment.  Her lips nearly brushed the skin there, and she knew her breath would be warm. As fast as she spoke she could not keep a certain husky quality out of her voice, for the words really hit home and she wasn’t very good at hiding how well she appreciated them. After all, this wasn’t a negotiating table where she might have been in better form, but a beach, where she was utterly exposed beside a shipmate that was becoming a new friend.

Then she pulled back a bit, to bring her face into view of the other girl, and smiled brightly, if still red in the cheek. Louder, she said, "I think I will keep the glasses. They do look rather good on me." Knowing full well her friend was talking about the metaphorical ones, not the physical.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 14, 2019, 12:33:38 PM
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“I could definitely learn to like that sound,” Mickayla thought to herself when Faye giggled again. It was a lovely sound in her ears. Different enough from anything she could remember hearing to be unique, and thus memorable. What she hadn’t expected was for Faye to roll over onto her side again and move closer, forcing Mickayla to glide her hand across the Betazoid’s skin as she rolled. When all movement ceased, she realised that her hand was squarely planted on the officer’s rump; she could feel the edges of the gully that led downwards at her fingertips.

Her focus on where her hand was now located was broken as Faye leaned in, bringing their two bodies so close together that Mickayla could feel the sun kissed warmth from the Betazoid against her own skin. And their positioning, left only one thing to look at, the officer’s left breast as it hovered so close that if Mickayla extended her tongue, she could make contact with it. Once again though, her thoughts were disrupted, gratefully this time, when she felt Faye start to whisper in her ear; her warm breath playing across the contours of the sensory organ delightfully.

It may have only been a murmur, a whisper in the wind, but Mickayla listened as the sweet yet husky voice thanked her, using her real name. Mickayla hadn’t intended for this type of reaction; she had spoken honestly. Knowing and accepting that she would never be able to see things in the same light as the diplomat. Still, she appreciated the gesture, closing her eyes to enjoy all the sensations she was feeling at that moment.

Opening her eyes again, she found Faye’s face had replaced her breast in her vision, yet still close enough that it wouldn’t take much for Mickayla’s own to reach it. Faye was saying something about keeping her glasses but Mickayla wasn’t listening clearly; all she could see was Faye’s face right in front of her, looking inviting. She didn’t understand why it was inviting. Was it the Betazoid’s influence? Was it her own inhibitions being lowered? Was there something in the air or water? Mickayla didn’t know. She was a soldier, a grunt; not a scientist. She was told an objective and went after it. And right now, with her hand grasping Faye’s backside, all she could think about was kissing her.

“What has gotten into me?” Mickayla wondered idly, concern starting to fester inside of her. “I only met her this morning. I shouldn’t be acting this way. I need to get a grip of myself, not of her,” the Klingon chastised herself, releasing the delightfully warm and firm backside she had been holding and slowly stating to slide her hand back. She didn’t want to, that much she knew, but something inside her, good or bad she didn’t know, told her that she shouldn’t be behaving like this. It wasn’t right.

“But it's so nice though,” Mac’s voice echoed. It was her own voice, yet she knew it was different. “Besides, what is right or wrong anymore? You only have one life to live. And even if you could have more than a century of it left, why waste time waiting to enjoy yourself,” Mac urged cheerfully, Mickayla almost able to image the smile on her face as she stood by the loch. “Let go of yourself, not of Faye’s great arse!”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 17, 2019, 07:10:39 PM
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Even had the duo not been sporting birthday suits as they lay in the sand, the position into which Faye had rolled could have been considered nothing but intimate. Given the mutual state of undress, anywhere else it might have been called downright improper. But most of Faye's planetside trips while the Theurgy was docked at the shipyards in the Aldean System could only be called intimate at best, and far more likely torrid. In that light, this simple proximity and placement of hands and naughty bits was really rather tame.

Not that Faye cared. Physical boundaries were all well and good and should be respected, of course but she hadn't done anything that Mickayla didn't approve of on some level, and they were in a socially acceptable location, bereft of rank. Well, technically the Klingon woman was still on duty and this was a rather gross violation of protocol but that had never really stopped Faye from a bit of mutual fun. And she harbored no illusions that her escort was enjoying the proximity, and had an inkling of what might be going through her mind.

She had pulled away though, and given her shipmate some space, instead of wiggling forward a bit more and pressing her own nipple to the dusky skinned security officer's lips. She did wonder, after all, how it might feel to have her kiss and suckle at the bud of flesh, and what a carefully placed nip of sharp teeth might accomplish, if done gently and proper. Not to mention that the past week or so at Aldea had reminded Faye that her rump rather liked attention too, not just her breasts, or her core.

A few euphemisms about warp core breaches and ram scoops ran through her head, along with the thought, All work and no play make Faye a dull girl, but she had to admit she was getting plenty of play during their extended repair layover. Today had been plenty off that, if a bit more adventurous than she'd intended. Which was par for the course for this whole past week. Her mind was again pulled toward the oddly numb, yet present sensation around her midsection of the piercing she'd acquired, and idly wondered (not for the first time) what her nurse would think.

What Mickayla was thinking was so evident on the girls face that Faye didn't need to read her mind, even as she felt the grip shift. Her eyes fluttered and then the girl smiled wide, dipping her head down slightly to look over the lenses and right at Mickayla, She'd realized the other woman was very quiet and introspective just then, which set a more definite curl in her lips.

"You didn't have to move your hand, unless you were uncomfortable," she said cheerfully conversational tone. As if this was nothing out of the ordinary to converse about. "I'm also not going to say no if you want a kiss, but you actually have to ask for that. Just getting an impression of desire is not at all good enough for me to just roll in and pounce you. As much fun as that might be." She winked at that, in what she hoped would an easy-going fashion. She didn't want to spook the girl.

"And if you'd rather i go dunk myself in the ocean and cool off, I'm perfectly happy to, Hanayr. The sun is pretty warm and we've been baking for a bit now." She gave the escort a nice, reasonable out to the whole thing if she wasn't quite ready to  act on some of her impulses. Faye was the type to rush in head long on a personal level, no matter how much she considered and deliberated at  the negotiation table. But not everyone felt comfortable exploring on a day they just met someone. Perfectly reasonable reaction, of course.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 18, 2019, 03:39:44 AM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | AKA Hanayr | Ibai Besi Beach ] Attn: @Brutus
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“I, ah, I didn’t want to move my hand,” Mickayla admitted, her hand having stopped moving once it had risen to a more appropriate location at the small of the Betazoid’s back where the curve of her backside began. She had listened to what Faye had said and even recognised the ‘out’ that she was providing to Mickayla in case the Klingon wanted things to stop. But the security officer, didn’t want to stop.

She wanted to feel more of Faye’s body, and be felt in return. To explore her companion, and herself by proxy, there on the beach or anywhere else for that matter. But unlike her first time, which she could admit just kind of happened and her enthusiasm covered for any lack of skill or experience, this time she was more cognisant, aware of her own inadequacies and state of mind; that is, her nervousness.

“I am uncomfortable, but not for the reasons you think, or even I would have thought,” Mickayla continued slowly, her hand unmoving even as she heard Mac in the back of her mind telling her to move her hand back. “I’m completely naked for everyone to see and while I wouldn’t go, ah, the whole way here, I’d like to think I could enjoy myself a bit at least. Does the make sense?”

“I want to kiss you, and be kissed,” Mickayla clarified, her voice clear, if quiet. “I want to know what this desire I have can bring and if it is worth going after. I have thought about other women a lot since the Artemis, but except for one time, I have never pursued it,” Mickayla explained as she took a deep breath, imagining Mac on the shore of the Loch once again encouraging her.

“I want to now,” Mickayla declared firmly, opening her eyes to look at Faye as she ran her hand back down over the Betazoid's rear to cup and squeeze it gently. “Here. With you.”

Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 19, 2019, 04:07:08 PM
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Now that they were no longer beating around the proverbial bush, Faye allowed herself a curving smile. There was a soft flash of playful hunger in her eyes as she wriggled in the sand. Washing that off later would be no hardship, and she remembered that most of the beachfront showers had towels (practical of the locals), or they had at the beach she'd been to five days prior with Riley. She had no reason to suppose this one did not equip their facilities in the same manner.

It did not escape her notice, as she leaned in closer to Mickayla, that she had been doing a lot of kissing of people that were not Riley since she'd come to the planet. If she had not been a telepath and had not the sure knowledge that so long as she held the nurse first among all others, the human would not mind (and enjoyed her own fun) Faye might have felt guilty. Iskierka had been an unexpected surprise; Tayban and Harnet had been targets of opportunity, and shared with Riley to boot, so they did not count in the least. Mickayla however was a willful choice to help someone discover themselves a bit more thoroughly.

"Let me help." The words had been emblazoned on a plaque dedicated to Captain James T. Kirk on the Academy grounds in San Francisco. She rather doubted that this was what Kirk had meant when quoted, but the man's reputation left her no doubt he'd approve of her course of help. And here she was going to do just that, with no strings attached. Let the girl see if she really did like what she liked. Sure, there was a lot of emotional baggage that Mickayla was carrying about her shoulders, stuff that was better left to the consoler’s department to deal with. Curiosity though, that was something that Faye imagined she could very thoroughly satisfy. Simple fact, not ego - if you asked Faye.

Never mind the pleasing weight of Mickayla's hand now back on her bum. That had seen a lot more play this past week than she was used too, not that Faye minded terribly. If one were to be polite one might call her enthusiastic in physical pleasure. A more accurate description would be an unrepentant hedonist, and no matter how much she claimed it was ‘cultural’ (it was, to an extent) it was also all Faye. Thus, she shamelessly wriggled about to ensure the petty officer had a good firm grip there, fingers just brushing the cleft between the cheeks.

"Let's do some exploring then. You set the boundaries," she added, as she had none herself when it came to cavorting about in public. She'd get quite the reputation though if she kept doing this at beaches on Aldea. ”You can place those hands wherever you like. Your lips too, just so you know.” That proclamation was delivered with a gentle wink - friendly, in lieu of saucy so as not to seem like she was coming on too strong.

But to follow up words with actions, the Betazoid lay her free hand atop Mickayla's shoulder, more for guiding the girl than for her own support. Then as casual as she liked, she leaned in and brushed her lips against her escorts. Just a light, gentle motion at first, simply to let both of them feel the passing pressure of soft lips. And then again, a bit longer, Faye enjoying the similarities to the women she’d kissed recently, but allowing herself to appreciate the differences as well. Her coal black eyes watching the Klingon’s reaction. And then again, going for a slow, deep kiss to see what it stirred up, even as she closed her eyes and let her hand slip from the shoulder, to cup her fellow shipmate behind the head.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 21, 2019, 05:15:40 AM
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She had hoped that Faye would understand what she was trying to say. That while she had the desire, the want, the need; Mickayla did not have the experience. Perhaps it was a little rude of her to assume that Faye would understand but Mickayla couldn’t think of another course of action at that moment. Still, it seemed like the Betazoid lying beside her understood what she was trying to say; assuming Mickayla hadn’t imagined the passing look of desire or hunger that appeared on Faye’s face. And even if she had imagined that, the wriggle that followed, whose purpose seemed to be to reposition Mickayla’s hand a little close to the cleft of the Betazoid’s rear, confirmed it even as Faye spoke.

“Now what do I do?” Mickayla asked herself, unsure how to proceed now that she had permission to do pretty much anything to the naked Betazoid beside her. The thoughts and images that passed through her mind gave her plenty of ideas, some even surprising her with their appearance but Mickayla wasn’t sure she was ready for those just yet. “In time, perhaps. But even I know that is not a way to start off.”

Faye though, either picking up on her insecurities or understanding that Mickayla wasn’t sure how to proceed, took over. She brought her hand up and lay it on the Klingon’s shoulder, seeming to Mickayla to offer her both support and guidance; as if it was ok to be nervous and that she understood. Mickayla was grateful in that moment, that Faye did the simplest thing to stead her without saying anything about it. She wasn’t sure she could have taken a spoken reassurance at that point, even though this was a course she had wanted and chosen.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Faye leaned in, her coal black eyes taking up almost all of Mickayla’s field of vision, to brush her lips against the Klingon’s own. Mickayla hadn’t even realised it had happened until it had ended and she found herself running her tongue across her lips, as if savouring a new taste before Faye returned for a second, longer kiss. Mickayla noted the softness of the Betazoid’s lips compared to the man that she had thought she loved. How they seemed to reflect their bodies; his firm while hers were soft. Even their way of kissing was different. Where he had tried to control things with his kiss, among other things, Faye was more passive, seemingly content to enjoy Mickayla’s own discovery. Maybe the Klingon was imagining all this as she began to lose herself in Faye’s eyes but when the Betazoid began to return for a third kiss, one she unconsciously knew would be a deeper one, what with Faye’s hand moving to the back of her head, Mickayla closed her eyes and tried to lose herself in the kiss.

She only partially succeeded. The intimate awareness of where her free hand rested was highlighted in her mind and Mickayla found herself softly kneading and rubbing the skin beneath her hand. As they continued to kiss, Mickayla began to trace a finger across the Betazoid’s skin, running the tip of her finger along the top of the cleft and down to where her legs met. She supposed she could have pushed into the cleft, or the join at it’s base but contented herself with this intimate caressing for the moment. Besides, there was another consideration to be had with their/her continued exploration.

“Tess,” Mickayla whispered when they finally broke their kiss. “How do you feel about sand in certain places?”

Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 22, 2019, 03:44:57 AM
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Faye was a creature of indulgence, perhaps to counter all the control she had to exert in her vocation. Diplomats were always gregarious, but often had to school every choice they made at the table, and even away from it. Shipboard duty was not as taxing in some ways as when deployed to a planet or station for negotiations. On the Theurgy she usually didn't have to worry about someone listening in when they shouldn't. On Romulus....during those failed talks, every word, every action was under scrutiny. 

Laying on the sand of another Aldean beach, as nude today as she'd been almost a week prior, was a certain kind of anonymity that allowed her to give into that indulgent attitude that always lucked beneath the surface. That manifested in the series of kisses, and shifting weight. The other girls tentative touch sent a shiver running along her back, and set her skin to prickling with goosebumps that the summer heat did nothing to diminish. Her skin was both heated and chilled at once, desire slowly building up from the light touches. 

She was not upset that Mickayla didn't press further. Faye did not mind taking it slow, though it might have been fun to wiggle her way right atop the other woman, then swing around and well, not quite sit on her face but...that would be pushing things entirely too far, too fast. Let her set the pace, Faye, she reminded herself. As sure as she was that she'd have a good time doing this, the goal was not, in fact, for her to get her rocks off in a way she wanted, but to allow a friend to explore a bit about themselves, by exploring Faye herself. Thus reminded, she purred as she pulled back from the last kiss and rolled her hip to let the hand on her bum more fully cup her.

"Ah, sand. That shit gets everywhere," Faye answered with a bit of a giggle, and the impression that she well knew how it could be troublesome. The question was certainly a valid one. Unavoidable if one were to do anything really intimate when at the beach. In truth, one side of her body was coated with the stuff by now. She let her leg curl up across one of Mickayla's, and sand brushed the darker skinned girls shin. "If it were a concern well, we probably shouldn't have laid down naked in it.

"We can get it all cleaned up in the surf later, or under one of the showers. But I don't mind it. Not really." This was pretty fine grain stuff, though it might feel coarse on sensitive skin. That got her frowning a bit. as she recalled what Mickayla had said about her own body. "And you, Hanayr? You told me that everything is more...of an intense sensation for you, when it comes to your skin?" To illustrate this, she ran two fingers up the inside of the other woman's thigh, not quite touching anything 'sacred' but coming damned close. "Is the sand a problem for you?"
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 22, 2019, 05:33:13 AM
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Faye’s sentiments seemed to echo her own concerns regarding the sand. It had been nice, surprisingly so in some regards, to lay down and relax on. But with what they were both thinking about, perhaps it was not the best medium for their, uh, exploration. Mickayla was sure that much like Faye’s nude body, half of her own was now coated in a layer of fine grain particles. And that point was emphasised when the Betazoid lifted one of her legs up and draped it across one of Mickayla’s; sand was present in the mix.

“It’s been alright so far,” Mickayla noted, enjoying the added weight on her body. “I was just thinking about where it might end up, was all. Some places are more, uh, sensitive, than others,” Mickayla pointed out delicately. A part of her noted the irony of being unable to say things despite the increasing likelihood of what was coming, but Mickayla ignored it. Old habits and that. It seemed as if her words had reminded Faye of something as the diplomat asked about how the sand was feeling against the Klingon’s own skin, given its increased sensitivity.

“I’m OK just laying here. It kind of feels like laying on top of thousands of little ridges each pressing against me. Kind of relaxing even. But I don’t think I’ll share that feeling if the sand ends up in some other places,” Mickayla noted, thinking about the problem and possible solutions. Faye had already struck upon the answer; wash the sand off, but Mickayla didn’t want to search for showers. It would kill the mood the two of them were in. No, the surf was the way to go. And it offered different benefits as Mickayla thought about it.

Extricating herself from under the Betazoids leg, Mickayla rose up to her knees. Before Faye had a chance to say anything Mickayla acted, almost without thinking, and picked up her companion in both arms. Coming to her feet, she made a wild dash for the water’s edge, absently noting that Faye was somewhere between 50 and 60kgs and making a mental note to put more effort into understanding her newfound strength. Her confident strides soon had Mickayla wading through the water and as it came up to and submerged her sex, the suddenly different sensation sent a shiver straight up her spine. Eyes half closing in reaction, Mickayla’s grip on the Betazoid lessened and she half-lowered, half-dropped Faye into the ocean.

“Fuck that’s cold!” Mickayla exclaimed silently. The water was now around their hips, rising and lowering gently as waves headed to shore. “Uh, sorry,” Mickayla apologised after adjusting to what she was feeling.  “The, uh, water was, uh, cold,” she tried to explain as she brought her hands up to rest on Faye’s hips so that they stayed close together.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 22, 2019, 10:41:58 PM
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Curiosity had gotten the best of Faye, mixed in with genuine concern, and she listened with an eager sort of rapt attention to what Mickayla had to say. Having never been given a 'new' body, and not having to readjust so, she had little basis for comparison. Such a unique sort of experience for the other woman to have, and thus she wanted to know, some fascination drawing her attention so fully, even while she was well aware of the negative emotions around the cause of it.

She giggled a bit, with a smile of her own, letting her leg gently move up and down the other woman's in turn, paying attention in a way she might not normally, to the grating of the sand between their legs. It was...well it was a sensation, to say the least. And she could with some insight understand - emphatic and telepathic gifts had their uses after all. She allowed herself the private enjoyment of the sensations from Mickayla's view, in a limited sense, as her hand began to draw circles on patches of skin where no sand yet lay. She was teasing, of course, and might have flung herself upon the other girl, who tactfully danced around the subject of sandy vagina's. The thought did cause Faye to giggle softly in her own right, so she supposed she could understand.

"Well then we should of course take efforts to spare your sensitive bits quite so much...potentially unpleasant stimulation." drawing things back into a neat bow, as she'd already made a few of her thoughts on just how to do so plain. This was about all she got out before the Klingon leapt into action on her own right. She rolled away from Faye, who ended up on her stomach in the sand, blinking in bright surprise. This was only compounded as Mickayla engulfed her in those dark, strong arms, lifting the tanned Betazoid with ease, earning her a startled, "What?? Oh!!"

There in followed a long series of giggles as the lithe officer clung tightly to the broad shouldered woman, burying her face in the crook of Mickayla's neck. She managed a soft kiss there, just one, between her fit of giggles, before the duo were crashing into the waves. She'd every design in leaning back in and making a second kiss, with the goal of leaving a mark, when things shifted. There was a sharp exclamation from the stronger woman carrying her, a gasp of surprise from Mickayla. A spike of shock raked across Faye's mindscape, strongly broadcast from the petty officer, and Faye had just enough time to realize what was going to follow without not a stitch of time enough to do anything about it except squeak, before falling into the freezing surf.

She went fully under, then popped back up, sputtering and laughing, as she swept her damp hair from her face. "Not how I might have done it but here we are," Standing, the water pooled around Faye's hips in turn, and she shivered a bit. It was cold, colder than the waves she remembered from the trip to the other beach, Hondartza Luzea. Much colder. Toes shifting in the sand beneath her, she strode and closed what distance there was between them, as she leaned in and ran her hands over the other girls skin. They were of a height, so it was easy to lean in and kiss Mickayla as she began to dutifully clean away the sand from her skin, taking her time, and touching...everywhere that sand lay, without a hint of hesitation. If this meant that she had her hands over the girls rear end, squeezing it tightly in the process, all in the name of being thorough, well then, so much the better.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 24, 2019, 03:00:27 AM
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Standing in the ocean, the motion of the waves causing the water around them to rise and fall gently around then, Mickayla relished in the kiss she was sharing with Faye as the Betazoid washed the sand from the Klingon’s nude form. Faye’s plunge into the water before had had a similar, though quicker, effect and Mickayla found herself just relaxing as she enjoyed the diplomat’s ministrations. The confidence that Faye had in herself was evident in that she acted without any hesitation towards her task, using water from around them to wash the sand away and not caring if it was on stomach, back or breast. The latter, Mickayla found particularly nice as her nipples were engorged from the shock of the water’s temperature; something she was sure was mirrored on Faye’s form.

It was when the diplomat laid a hand on each of her buttocks and squeezed hard that Mickayla decided that being passive, as much fun as it was, wasn’t nearly half as fun as being an active participant would be. Moving her hands from Faye’s hips around to her butt, Mickayla copied the tight squeeze she had received while also pulling the Betazoid against her until their bodies were pressed together so hard that Mickayla could feel the diplomat’s erect nipples pressed against her own.

“She said that I could set the boundaries,” Mickayla considered mentally as she enjoyed the full body press and kiss, deepening the latter and opening her lips a little to allow her tongue to dart out and flick across Faye’s. “But what if I don’t know what they are?” she wondered, parting Faye’s buttocks with her hands a little. She didn’t enter the gap but the feel of grasping and holding tight was nice. “I need to trust. I’ve come this far.”

“You said I could place my hands wherever I like,” Mickayla repeated after breaking their kiss and catching her breath. “And my lips too?” After listening to Faye’s reply, Mickayla took a deep breath as she released Faye’s backside and moved her hands back to her hips before taking a half step back to create space in between them. Letting go of one hip, Mickayla ran her hand up the side of the Betazoid’s body as she lent over, bringing her mouth to hover over Faye’s rigid nipple. “Like this?” she asked before lowering her lips over her target, taking it into her mouth and running her tongue up and over it.

She wasn’t sure if she was doing something that the Betazoid would like. All she had to go on was what she had liked in the past. Hopefully, Faye would be similar.

Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 24, 2019, 09:14:21 PM
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No hesitation was the theme of the moment for Ensign Eloi-Danvers, as she went about her self appointed task to clean off the body of Mickayla MacGreggor. The cold water provided ample excuse for being close to her escorts body, and her self assigned task a perfect pass for letting her hands explore the Klingon woman. She liked Klingons - they were all muscle under the surface, and ridges in interesting places that were fun to play with. She rather liked the ones that followed down the spinal cord. Very different from human or betazoid women. Not for the first time, she thought about her personal tastes were so varied as to be the embodiment of a hedonistic version of IDIC; she truly celebrated the infinite diversity she found in infinite combination with a myriad of partners, friends and lovers.

Though, only one Imzadi, of which she held brimming pride for.

A grin crossed her face as she palmed one of Mickayla's breasts and rolled the nipple under her touch, brushing away the sand there and leaving a trail of water. She swept her fingers under the swell of the breast, then down the flat planes of the woman's stomach, brushing around, but avoiding touching, the new piercing prominently displayed, covering her belly button. For the moment she contented herself to tactile exploration, allowing her hands to drift over the girls hips and get a good, firm hold on the darker woman's rump. A nice, tight ass, she thought with an audible giggle, teasing the cheeks apart just a bit, sure that water would run up between them in the surf.

Though if she were being honest she was certainly contemplating what it might be like to dip her head down, just above the water, and nip at the Klingon woman's hip, or squirm around behind her to lavish some kisses on those spine ridges.  That would be particularly fun, especially if she let her hands slide between the security officers legs while she did so. Faye didn't even realize she was humming as she pondered all the different ways things could go.

A firm squeeze against her own bum tore Faye from her wandering thoughts and planted her firmly in the present. The grin turned sly as she let her eyebrows rise up on her forehead slightly, giggling. This melded into another pleasing kiss, one in which she let her tongue flick in and out of play, darting and tasting and cataloging in her mind all that made Mickayla delightfully unique. There was certainly plenty, and the warmth of the woman's embrace, the taste of her lips, and the press of breast against breast were all among those she found she liked in that moment.

Squirming now as water flushed against her folds and puckered star, Faye purred a bit and gave a long, slow nod. "Why yes I did say something to that affect. You may touch, or taste whatever you like," she confirmed happily so. This afternoon was shaping up to be another pleasing escapade to add to her collection of stories and fond memories.  The girl pulled back and Faye got an impression of what was to come, her toes digging into the sand under the surface in anticipation.

"OooooOoOO," she crooned, reaching up to run a hand over the crest upon Mickayla's head, and into her wet hair, gripping. She pressed her modest bust against the girls face, her stiff nipple sending little bolts of pleasure out in pulses from every lash of the girls tongue. "Yes, quite like that. mmmm that is good indeed. I...mmmm rather like that."

She bit her lip for a moment, head tossed back, chest arched forward. Swallowing, she mewled, being perhaps a bit more vocal than she might usually be, as a way to encourage the other woman. "You're rather good at this, you know." she added, hoping she sounded reassuring, and more than a little turned on, because she rather was, and itching to return the favor.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on September 25, 2019, 01:14:08 PM
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"I’m not so sure,” Mickayla thought to herself at hearing Faye compliment her and her actions. Truthfully, she was just doing what she thought she might like done to herself and what she had enjoyed in the past. Some of it had been enjoyable the other night, her first time since being turned fully Klingon; other bits, well, she’d have to find out if she liked them in time. If there was one thing that she seemed to have more of now, it was time.

Thinking of time, Mickayla wasn’t sure how long she had been attached to the Betazoid’s breast. Had it been seconds, a minute, ten? She didn’t know, and didn’t much care either. She was enjoying herself and judging from the sounds that Faye was making, along with her wet, lithe body’s reactions, she was enjoying it as well. One of her hands was holding Mickayla’s head against her breast, her fingers entwined within the Klingon’s hair. 

The motion of the water was also having interesting effects on Mickayla herself now that her body was adjusting to its temperature. With the waves lapping about, she was getting a nice little shock each time the water receded and returned. A part of her wondered if that was because this was her first time naked at a beach or if it was her newly sensitive skin. Maybe it was both. Either way, it didn’t matter too much and Mickayla ignored it as she finished up on Faye’s breast for the moment, giving the nipple a soft nip with her teeth as she pulled away.

“That’s kind of you to say, Tess,” Mickayla acknowledged the compliment, smiling slightly. She was flushed from excitement and desire and when the next wave broke past them, she couldn’t hold in the squeak as water slipped between her cheeks and washed over her loins, eliciting another little shock. “But, ah, I think we both know that it is excitement rather than skill that is carrying me at the moment. I am very new to all this, even if I like to think that I am a quick learner at times.”

“So, what do you think I should do next?” Mickayla asked, a small grin on her reddened face. “Afterall, if I am the student, wouldn’t that make you the teacher?”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on September 26, 2019, 03:54:48 PM
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Purring as she was, Faye had not failed to notice that Mickayla was spending a good deal of her focus and attention on the one nipple, peaked up delightfully atop her breast. Currently captured in the Klingon woman's mouth, the nub was quite engorged and stimulated by this point. It throbbed almost to a point of hurting, just shy of that line. The resulting sensations had the lithe Betazoid panting, her chest almost feverishly warm, contrasted to the cold water lapping at her pussy.

"OHhhh," she let out a ragged groan, that turned into a sharp gasp as the petty officer nipped her teeth scraping in a sharp flash across that swollen tit. She very nearly clasped her hand to it after, so stimulated as it was that the relative cool of the air caused her to shudder anew.

"You are quite welcome, Hanayr," Faye noted the slight high tone in her voice, and the way she herself couldn't quite stay still. She flushed and grinned, listening a bit, reaching out to run a finger over the girls jaw, ever so slowly. "There is something to be said for enthusiasm. The most skilled of partners is not enjoyable if they are also not enthusiastic about the tryst they have fallen into." She paused as she drew her finger away, and then tapped the side of her wet head, where the water left hair clinging along her cheeks and down her neck.

"Telepath, remember? If the person I'm with isn't enjoying what they are doing and happy about it, then I'm not either." She was not so naive as to not understand that some people did enjoy it when their partner was not pleased about what was happening. But she knew of only a few truly sick and twisted individuals whom were telepaths that felt that way. And all of them were secluded way in treatment centers to help them overcome such illnesses.

Irrelevant to the conversation at hand as they were, those thoughts were banished with a disciplined effort on her part, shunting them away as she delved a bit into Mickayla's mind, searching out desires. Faye wasn't exactly used to being in the role of an instructor, more a facilitator and negotiator. She hummed and drew a wet finger along her own breast, the one not yet teased and grinned before moving in close again, kneeling down.

"You've had a little taste of me," she began, pressing a kiss to the darker woman's collarbone and tasting some of the salt left from a higher wave. "Now I'm going to do the same to you. I think, tet e tet is the nature of our game now. You try something, then I return the favor. The only way to truly comprehend is to not only try for yourself, but feel, for yourself. Men and women, after all, are so very different in how they give physical attention to one another."

Putting action to her words, she left a trail of kisses across Mikayla's skin. She nipped and licked down between the valley of the girls breasts, then up over the underswell of one fine orb. She circled her tongue slowly around one nipple, not quite touching it, before laying her head to one side and breathing lightly across it. Only then did she close her lips over the teased point, hot mouth engulfing it as she sucked slowly.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on November 03, 2019, 09:22:11 AM
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From the moment that Mickayla finished speaking, it was plain to see that Faye was indeed much more skilled than she was. Where Mickayla had enthusiasm and desire fuelling her, Faye had experience. She understood that it wasn’t just about the touch upon another that could elicit a response. Touching yourself in the right way could also be effective as Mickayla noted as she watched Faye run a finger along her own breast before closing the distance between them once again.

Words, too, were also effective has Faye spoke softly, pressing a kiss to the Klingon’s collarbone as she did so, describing what she intended to do, or rather, allowing Mickayla to do to her before returning the act in kind. It wasn’t specific, carnal or graphic; but its effect was just as potent as a thrill ran up Mickayla’s back even as the Betazoid’s mouth descended down the valley between her breasts. 

And Mickayla learned that sometimes being less than direct could be much more effective as her breathing and heartrate both climbed as Faye passed along the underside of one of her breasts. Circling her tongue around the nipple, Mickayla was tempted to grabbed the officer’s head and force her mouth onto it but she held herself in check even as Faye breathed over it, causing tingles to emanate from the hardening nub. Finally, she too pity on the petty officer and engulfed the stiff point in her hot, moist mouth, sucking on it gently.

Mickayla’s eyes half closed as she moaned, one of her hands coming up to rest on the back of the Betazoid’s head while the settled on her hip. The ocean lapped at her hand and she was half-tempted to run it down under the water but held herself back. She wasn’t sure if it was nervousness, fear or just a desire to not break contact with Faye at that moment. Instead, she moved her hand around to rest on the upper curve of the officer’s rump; her fingers drumming away gently at where the cleft began between them.

“In time,” Mickayla thought to herself. “No need to rush through everything. If someone had told me a month ago that I would be naked, on a beach, with a female officer latched onto my nipple, I would have punched them senseless. Now, I don’t even want to do something that might make her stop,” Mickayla told herself mentally. “There will be time in the future to explore everything. Just focus on the now. Enjoy myself. Relax.”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on November 20, 2019, 10:02:32 PM
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Taking more than a little delight in the anticipation that Mikayla exerted over her own actions, Faye mewled ever so softly as she teased and sucked. If she let herself, she could almost pretend that the stop over at Aldea was just one perfect shore leave. She'd been doing quite a lot of exploring since she'd come to the planet - exploring her own boundaries, the natives, her lovers, and now her new friends limits and desires. Very hands on explorations. To boldly go, she thought with a mental giggle, wrapping her tongue around the nipple trapped between her lips and lashing it thoroughly. Yes, as long as she didn't think about why her ship was at Aldea, and all they had struggled through to get there in the first place, she could enjoy herself.

If this required some mental juggling to push reminders away, then so be it. Faye was a diplomat and a Betazoid. Mental juggling came with the territory. Gymnastics of the mind were as much par and course for Faye as breathing, and she executed a perfect flip then, pushing aside the darker thoughts and letting her attentions wander to the mutual desires that she felt from herself, and from the Klingon non-com whom she doted on. With a bit of enthusiasm, she pulled away from the nipple, emitting a loud pop as her lips left it, now wet from her mouth and more than a little peaked.

"The thing about nipples, as I'm sure you know," Faye noted, looking up Mikayla's chest, and catching her gaze, "Is that they are a very jealous lot. When one gets attention," she smooched the nipple she'd teased, and then trailed a string of kisses - between words - toward the other, "Its neighbor gets envious, and wants attention to. And we can't let it feel left out, can we?" Yes, she knew she was laying in on thick as she teased and nibbled the Klingon in the Aldean surf, but so what? Vacation, baby, she thought as she did undo the left breast that which had been performed for the right. Again she licked around, then blew across the nub, before engulfing it in her warm mouth and - to borrow the Terran phrasing - going to town. That thought did cause her to giggle.

And Mikayla's touch caused her to wiggle as she giggled and sucked. She liked the little drumming motion against her bum, as the water lapped between her legs, salty and cool against warming folds. This too reminded her of the previous trip she took to a different beach with a different partner, and how they had soaked their sore bodies in the ocean spray after their impromptu orgy. Different situation, that, she thought, eventually pulling away from this nipple with the same audible pop as the one before. She stood up straighter, and pressed her considerably smaller chest to the Klingon warriors, and leaned in to very lightly kiss the girl on the lips. A fleeting gesture, just enough to be felt, as she judged the girls emotional state and general impressions of desire.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" Faye asked, knowing the answer already. Shooting the girl a coy look from a few inches away, she murmured, "What else would you like to try, Hanayr? Whatever you'd like, whatever you are comfortable with or curious about. I'm more than happy to indulge and...instruct." She found it almost funny, how much of a power trip she could get from how she said that one word, and the little inflections she could wrap into it, the flick of the tongue that made it sound so brazenly suggestive.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on November 30, 2019, 04:03:31 AM
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“Its been a long time since I felt this good,” Mickayla thought to herself as she enjoyed Faye’s mouth on her breast. The Betazoid was demonstrating her skill with her tongue and lips, driving Mickayla to heights she hadn’t experienced in a long time; and never from another woman’s touch. And after most of her recent life experiences being overwhelmingly negative, she needed the positive. “Pity I can’t stay here forever.”

Mickayla’s silent musing was interrupted by a loud pop as Faye released the nipple she had been tending too. Looking down, Mickayla’s gaze was captured by the look in her companion’s eyes and she listened as the Betazoid described the nature of nipples. It was odd, how something so strange could be both truthful and spoken about in a way that inflamed Mickayla’s passions even more. As Faye latched onto her other nipple and did to it what she had done to the first, Mickayla’s head tilted back and the Klingon moaned at the sky. 

Her perception of time disappeared as Mickayla enjoyed the Betazoid’s touch. Memories of previous lovers flashed through her mind and Mickayla found herself recalling and rating how she had felt during those times. And she couldn’t remember a time where her prior lovers had put her first. Not like how Faye was. Even though Mickayla had next to no experience, Faye was allowing her to guide them, to set the limits of their interaction. And she appreciated her for it as Faye released the engorged nipple from between her lips.

Everything was different with Faye. She wasn’t rushing or focused on themselves like the men Mickayla had been with and she knew what she was doing, unlike Mickayla’s first entirely female experience the week before. The Betazoid was confident and relaxed, despite the two of them standing naked in waist deep water exploring each other. The warmth of their bodies pressed against each other was in stark contrast to the water around them; the temperature ensuring that their mutually rigid peaks were able to dual as Faye leaned in to kiss her lightly before offering herself up once again.

Mickayla almost panicked at the innuendo that was laced into the Betazoid’s words before she settled, the feel of Faye against her serving to calm her while also inflaming an intense desire to know her better; both physically and personally. She thought about the question, wondering just how far she would be willing to go with her companion and she realised that, unlike her first, she would be willing to try anything with her. Perhaps it was her own experience or desire influencing her but Mickayla accepted in that moment that with Faye, she would try anything. Just not on the beach.

“It was very nice Tess, thank you,” Mickayla responded, her gratitude entirely honest. “I’m, ah, very curious,” Mickayla admitted, a little awkward to be speaking so openly, in the open. “But I don’t think I could, ah, try, it all here. If that’s ok?” Mickayla offered, hoping not to disappoint her new friend. Even that thought, that Faye was a friend, was both disconcerting and comforting at the same time.

“But ah, if you’d like, there is something that I’d like to try,” Mickayla said, stepping a half step to the left to offset their bodies a little, moaning as her nipples was first released and then one mashed against Faye's again. Keeping her left hand on Faye’s delightful rump, the Klingon brought her right hand around to rest over her companion's new piercing before slowly dipping below the water and stopping, her intent hopefully obvious. “The other night, I wasn’t, ah, very good, even if they didn’t say so. So ah, I could use a lesson or two,” Mickayla stuttered, her nervousness ramping up even as her passion did.

“If you, ah, lead, I’ll copy,” Mickayla suggested, swallowing to get herself under control. “And we can hold each other up?”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on December 01, 2019, 04:41:57 PM
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Far above the cry of some native bird rippled across the air, adding to the moment. The wind tickled Faye's back as the waves tickled her thighs and waist, causing her to press in against her partner, whom was broader than the lithe diplomat, if of the same height. Not that Faye minded in the slightest. The setting, as much as whom she was with, made the moment for the young diplomat. Even the similarities to her dalliance in the waves with Riley Patterson only added to the moment here, the subtle differences making it all the more precious, not representative.

She ran her tongue over her lips, slowly, as Mickayla brought her own thoughts into order. Even as she heard 'Tess' on the other woman's lips, so to did she 'hear' her true name, 'Faye' in the girls thoughts. Playing out as if we are different people can be quite the thrill, she thought, knowing that this too added to the flavor of the encounter. So too did the bird's cries above strike an odd dycnomy with the unabashed moans Faye had elicited from Mickayla. It turned the Betazoid woman's smile into something outright impish, and had her running the fingers of one hand gently up and down the ridges of the Klingon's spine.

"This is just the first step on a long journey for you, Hanyar," the words came easily to Faye, a gift of experience and training being put to use in a situation utterly non-diplomatic. She rolled her shoulders in a flowing sort of shrug without actually breaking any contact with the other woman. "You don't have to do, to try, everything at once. Only what you are comfortable with. And I certainly don't mind if you can't do everything that comes to mind here in the middle of a beach on an alien world." Giggling a bit she gave the girl a wink, adding, "It's not like you're limited to this one time."

She figured that aught to settle some of the security officer's concerns. This seemed to prove true as her companion for the outing shifted and stepped in closer, their bodies dragging across each other, allowing Faye to enjoy the rush of skin on skin contact. Her arm went around Mickayla's hip now, her hand lingering for a time in a fashion that allowed her to gently tease the Klingon's rump as she had been teasing Faye's earlier.  Her own stomach gave a sort of flutter when the security specialist began to trail down the wet skin, darting near the piercing (this area still mostly numb from the procedure) toward more sensitive, and aware, flesh.

Understanding dawned behind the deep dark pools of Faye's eyes, and the young woman gave a slow nod. The smile never left her face, but it shifted to something softer and less mischievous; more open and accepting. Faye was an expressive creature when she so wished to be, and today was one such occasion. "In situations like this," she noted, as she shifted as well, bringing her other hand into play (as Mickayla suggested, the one on her rump tightened to something more supportive, less teasing). She ran a line up the cut of the Klilngon's hip bone, then flattened her palm, and continued to speak. 

"I find it most enjoyable to begin with simply palming your partner. Hold her in your hand, squeezing, feeling the warmth. Leading to little circle motions, or rubbing up and down. Take your time with it. Every woman is different of course, but cupping her in your grasp, rubbing, before spreading her open can be a delightful warm up." Her tone was instructive, but soft and gentle. Not clinical. And like a good instructor, she followed her lecture with a hands on application. In this case, that meant worming her hand down, between Mickayla's legs, nice and slowly. The water was cold, but she sought out, and found, that hidden warmth. With practiced ease, she cupped the girls mound, squeezing it gently with her small hand, rubbing her palm against the top of Mickayla's folds, and letting her fingers squeeze and caress the lips proper. 

"Just....like this..."
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on December 14, 2019, 10:46:05 AM
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In hindsight, Mickayla would look back on this moment and wonder why she had been so nervous. Faye had been so nice and accommodating, going out of her way to make her feel welcomed and relaxed. She’d teased and prodded the Klingon, making no secret of her own openness, experience and willingness to move at Mickayla’s pace. All she had had to do was take the leap.

As she listened to Faye speak while staring into the depths of the Betazoid’s eyes, Mickayla felt her companion’s hand slide across her skin, following along the line of her hip before sliding beneath the water. Breathing deeply, nervous despite her wanting this, Mickayla shuffled her feet apart to allow Faye access to her while beginning to lower her own hand, mimicking the Betazoid’s actions on her body on the empath’s own.

Finding Faye expecting her, Mickayla edged her hand lower, shivering from the feel of the Betazoid’s hand on her own core. Tensing and shuffling slightly, Mickayla tried to focus on what she was supposed to be doing; pleasuring her partner in equal measure to what she herself was experiencing. The heat from the Betazoid’s skin contrasted with the coolness of the water and Mickayla found herself easily following along with Faye’s instructions. She was patient, trying each of the motions one after the other and repeating a few when she thought that Faye liked them. 

Soon though, a moan escaped the Klingon as the Betazoid ceased her with purely external explorations and teased a finger deeper into the expanse between her lips, threatening to plunge deeper before withdrawing. Such was the suddenness, before Faye had even started speaking about it, that Mickayla wasn’t expecting it. Still, her instincts kicked in and she imitated the action, using her middle finger to part the empaths lips before hooking her finger through them, going deeper than Faye had to her.

“Like that?”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on December 29, 2019, 07:10:42 PM
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There must have been something in the water of Aldea. It was the only real cause that Faye could see for her being quite so indulgent over the past 10 days. Normally, even an unrepentant hedonist such as she was, Faye would not allow herself this kinda of escapade. What happens on shore leave stays on shore leave, she repeated the oft used mantra of many an officer in the fleet, as she allowed herself to sink into the moment - and Mickayla.  The waves of the ocean added a delightful chill to the whole affair, while also hiding much of what was happening below the two women's waists. 

Though it would not be all that hard to discern, were anyone really watching. Perhaps not with the naked eye, but any sort of visual enhancement, binoculars or the like, not at all uncommon on a beach, would probably allow the more nosy observer to discover the actions of the two women snuggled up in the surf, holding tight to each other as they were opened apart and explored. Fingers were probing, palms rubbing, and breath was hitching in two separate throats, each alien to the other, but both equally delighted in the days events and excursions. 

Faye felt Mickayla part for her, felt the girls petals spreading and the hidden warmth beckon for more than just mere petting. That had been the plan all along, and the Klingon officer was behaving quite well. An oh so attentive student.This was a novel sort of experience for Faye, being the one to instruct, and she was pleased with her pupils dedication to the finer things in life - primarily, her finger sinking into the woman's tight snatch. And it was tight, there was no doubt about it. Tight and strong. Very...Klingon. 

The thought brought a giggle to Faye's lips, that soon parted into a satisfied sigh of delight. She hitched up a bit, on her toes, when the security officer probed further and faster than Faye, but the telepath didn't mind, and soon settled back, letting her weight fall into Mickayla's grasp, allowing her finger to fill her crevice deeply. She squeezed down, very much on purpose, and redoubled her own efforts to wiggle another digit in. And wiggle she did, curling the finger and starting to stroke with in her bodyguards core. 

"mmmhmmm, just like that. Give it a minute...oo, for me to adjust. Unless you've been with your partner long and know their limits, its always good to ...adjust." She pulled her eyes away and pressed her face into the crook of the other woman's neck, resting there, purring into her skin and start to nibble ever so gently. All the while, she stroked, carefully, keeping her palm pressed to the Klingon's folds and her finger deep inside. "Be gentle with it, but do as I do. There's a little bundle of nerves in there...just... caress. Wiggle, probe and stroke...mmmmm yes just like that. Just like that." 

The Betazoid woman was doing her damnedest to keep her voice even and her breathing controlled, but it was hard to do when someone was carefully exploring her twat and taking mental notes. That brought another delighted giggle, and she leaned up to press a kiss to Mickayla's ear, murmuring, "You're doing just fine."
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on January 24, 2020, 02:57:08 PM
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There was so much to feel. The saltiness of her companion’s skin from the water around them. The coolness of the ocean lapping at her hips. The warmth of Faye’s breath against her skin where she nibbled at it. The humid dampness that was the Betazoid’s core that engulfed her plunging finger. The crooked rigidity of the finger exploring her own depths. So many different textures, temperatures and tastes for her to experience and she was loving every moment of it. How could she not?

Mickayla moaned as Faye plunged once more into her depths, opening her up, not only to her fingers but the ocean beyond; the sharp contrast between the two intruders sending little shocks through her body. The Klingon reviewed the description she had, knowing what was being described but, for what seemed like the first time, feeling along with it. And she knew when the Betazoid found it. The contact caused her breath to hitch and her whole body to shake as a wave of pleasure raced through her whole body. It was only a precursor, she knew, a taste of what was to come but Mickayla couldn’t wait for more.

Once she had steadied, her mind clearing from the intensity caused by Faye, she began to return the favour in kind. Her head lowering, she took to kissing at the Betazoid’s neck, mimicking her actions in nipping at the skin a little even as her finger rose upwards. She fought the urge to add a second finger, taking to heart the advice to allow her to adjust, not wanting to ruin the moment. Tracing the inner folds of sensitive skin gently, Mickayla searched until she found what had been described. Running her finger sideways across it, Mickayla tensed her free arm to hold her companion tighter. It certainly wouldn’t do to have her principal drown.

“I, I want, moreee,” Mickayla groaned as Faye continued her work. She teased a second finger at Faye’s entrance to elucidate what she meant. She could feel her passion building, the pot filling, so to speak, towards the point where it would overflow. And she couldn’t wait for that moment.

“Please,” she begged uncharacteristically but uncaring given the situation. “More!”

Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on January 28, 2020, 03:09:22 AM
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Breathing faster now, Faye allowed herself an open mouthed moan as she rocked her hips forward. Though underwater, she found she had little issue moving in time with the hand cupping her cunt and the fingers forced up inside of it. They'd be slick now, and squeezed tight, she was sure. Just like Faye's fingers, though perhaps not quite as tightly squeezed.

Her snatch was no slouch, but she simply didn't have the same genetic disposition toward muscle definition the way a Klingon woman did. 'Vice-grip' was the word that came to mind to describe just how tightly clenched up Mickayla was, between her strong legs. Privately the younger Betazoid woman hoped she didn't end up with broken fingers when this was all said and done.

But the way her temporary lover mewled and demanded more, Faye found herself thinking it just might be worth it.

"More you say?" The diplomat was teasing, though she had an innate appreciation for the spoken word, and making one's demands clear. It helped so much at the negotiating table, though it was something of a rarity. True, she could cheat by reading the surface thoughts and emotions of the other parties minds - and she did so now, drinking in the desires rolling off of her partner. Giggling and then groaning, as she rocked her hips down harder still, the trembling woman pushed a third finger up, into the Klingon's channel.

"Was this what you wanted?" She asked, leaning up and scraping her teeth along the shell of the other girls ear. She was getting a bit more aggressive, feeding off some of the slightly repressed desires she was picking up. Bit down on the lobe, then licked the small marks (not strong enough to have drawn blood, but enough to leave an impression) and added, "Or maybe this?"

As she spoke, the thumb of the hand currently plumbing Mickayla's depths shifted up and over. She made a pinching motion, as if trying to bring her thumb to touch her middle finger. Of course, her finger was up, inside of Mickayala, and this had the affect of pressing said digit against the top of the girls vaginal wall, and the spongy pad inside. Not all species possessed such a point, and Faye wasn't 100% sure about the differences between the Klingon anatomy and her own, save that past experience told her it tended to work. The thumb, in turn, swept up, and over the nub of flesh designed for one thing, and one thing only at the top of her folds - pleasure.

It might have been  a mean thing to do - it was certainly mischievous of her, but then the Klingon had asked for more...
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on February 06, 2020, 02:22:31 PM
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Pleasure and desire filled Mickayla’s world like it never had before. Her whole body felt like it was supercharged, each and every caress, nip, lick or thrust sent a wave through her; each one cresting higher than the last and coming ever closer to breaching. She wanted more. At her deepest, basest level, Mickayla wanted more of what Faye was bringing out in her. She didn’t care how she got it or what she had to do in that moment. All she cared about was more.

Mickayla ground herself down on the Betazoid’s hand, her pussy squeezing tightly around the fingers inside it, trying to get more sensation from the contact. The arm holding onto Faye also tensed, causing Mickayla to mash her breast into her companions, the feel of skin against skin and meeting of nipples causing her to groan. Her hand under the water was far from idle but Mickayla wasn’t focused on it as her body looked to override her brain with pleasure. She just hoped that whatever she was doing that it was giving Faye as much pleasure as the Betazoid was giving her.

She wouldn’t come to realise it until later that night, but the increased skin sensitivity that she was now subject to affected everything she felt; pain or pleasure. And nothing exemplified that more clearly to Mickayla than the moment when Faye pushed a third finger inside her. It was as if some sort of threshold had been broken inside her and that, combined with Faye speaking directly into her ear before dragging her teeth across the Klingon’s ear inflated Mickayla’s desire to new heights. Or so she thought.

The first instance of being proven wrong came moments later when Faye bit her ear lobe and the small amount of pain on pushed her higher. Gripping the Betazoid tighter, Mickayla rocked her hips faster and harder against Faye’s hand, her eyes half closing as waves of pleasure washed over her. If she had had more conscious control, she might have been worried about knocking both Faye and herself over but she did. All there was to her, was the pleasure Faye was giving her.

It all came to a head when her new lover did something with her hand, and while Mickayla wasn’t sure what it was that Faye did, the result was incredible. Her loins exploded, sending pleasure like she had never felt before coursing through body. Moaning loudly, Mickayla’s mouth latched onto the Betazoid’s neck to try and stifle the sound even as her legs trembled, threatening to pitch them both into the sea. Somewhere, somehow, in the back of her mind, Mickayla tried to repeat the motion that her lover had performed using her own hand that was probing Faye’s tight depths even as her eyes closed as another burst of ecstasy surged through her.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on February 16, 2020, 02:32:03 AM
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Standing in the middle of the ocean Faye felt like she was on fire. It didn't matter that the water was cold and the breeze was there. It didn't matter that someone was probably watching - the beach wasn't empty. The heat was too strong for Faye to ignore. It was building between her legs, it was building in the pit of her stomach. It was building in her chest. And it was building in her mind. She basked in the heat, the need, the desire rolling off of Mickayla MacGregor. Her desire, pleasure and lust fed Fayes.

As much as the telepath tried to maintain her own control, it was slipping, just as her fingers were slipping in and out of the wet crevice that was the Klingon's snatch. Her thumb twitched and shoved up against the other woman's clit with deft precision from years of practice. That experience was part of what had brought the two Starfleet officers to this moment, after all. Experience told her that the Klingon wasn't going to last much longer at all, and this was what Faye saught. The lesson, the instruction was over as far as the lithe woman was concerned. Now it was time for her 'student' to reap the rewards of study. The analogy wasn't perfect, but Faye was well past caring about that. She craved to feel the Security officer's release, knowing, inevitably, that it would lead to her own.

There was no reason that she could not, or should not, also feel wonderful about what was happening. Not all couplings needed to end in an orgasm to be an enjoyable outing, and there was deep satisfaction to be taken in the giving of pleasure and the instruction of one new to the arts of such intercourse. But if she could grasp a climax of her own, there was no reason she should not allow herself such a desirable treat.

True, the other woman's attentions were not as deft as Faye's. They lacked a certain precision. That was to be expected, of course. She was learning. With time and practice would come the technique. What it lacked, however, was made up for with enthusiasm, and, most importantly for the telepathic Betazed, raw, unfiltered emotion. The barriers that the woman erected around herself were long gone in the throes of passion. Faye was getting a front row seat to Mickayla experiencing all of this without any real restraint. In turn she was feeding off of that desire, basking in it, soaking it up and letting it fill the gaps that lack of skill might have left in her own path toward climax.

In the end, it was a brutally swift sort of affair. Faye was lucky that the brawny woman did not break her fingers when she came, given how tightly she clenched down on all three digits that the cheeky diplomat had managed to worm up into her. Faye had forgotten just how powerful Klingon's were until that moment. She'd need to use a dermal regenerator on her skin later, because she was fairly certain Mickayla had gripped down tightly enough to leave a smattering of bruises on her deeply sun kissed skin. No matter.

The pleasure far out dwarfed the pain, washing it aside until it was nothing more than a tingly after thought in the wake of the wave that crashed over her body. Mickayla's orgasm triggered Faye's, as the slender woman knew it would. Her pleasure built and burst, pulled down, drowning in her lovers bliss, pulled in the riptide. She gushed, soaking the intruding digits, and bit down sharply onto the dark woman's shoulder as she muffled her own cries of pleasure, her face scrunched up with release. Each woman marked the other in their moment of explosive joy, and Faye felt her legs give out utterly, dragging the duo down into the surf.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on February 27, 2020, 03:53:30 AM
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Mickayla’s whole body felt like it had electricity coursing through it as her climax continued. Even the abrupt dunking she had received when Faye’s own peak caused her legs to give way didn’t diminish it. If anything, the sudden sensation of being bitten and then submerged only enhanced the myriad of feelings within. She felt absolutely incredible as she planted her feet in the sand beneath her and rose from the water, sending droplets flying from her breach.

Sucking in air, the Klingon’s body shuddered as another wave of pleasure cascaded through her. Her eyes shut for a moment as she basked in it before opening again to take in the ocean disappearing over the horizon. She almost felt as if she had been reborn. Movement beside her drew her attention and she reached out to help her Betazoid companion/lover regain her feet. Were they lovers? Or just friends enjoying a good time. Mickayla wasn’t sure and couldn’t care less as her body shook again.

“I, ah,” Mickayla stammered, at a loss of what to say. She certainly hadn’t started the day expecting anything even close to this occurring. And yet, here she stood, naked off the coast of the city, having just experienced what she was pretty sure was the best orgasm of her life. “Still experiencing,” she corrected herself, her thighs tensing again.

“Thank you, Faye,” she whispered just loud enough for the Betazoid to hear, knowing it was a risk to use her real name but she considered it worthwhile given their distance from shore. “That, everything so far today; it has been amazing.” She stood there, gazing at the horizon, before turning back towards the shore. Then it hit her. She was naked. Post sex. On a public beach.

“Oh fuck,” she blurted as she felt her skin begin to redden from embarrassment.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on March 03, 2020, 09:41:55 PM
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Saltwater washed over the brunette Betazoid as she and her Klingon partner in crime were submerged. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though in the moment Faye failed to appreciate the sudden, bracing chill in the wake of the heated climax. Not did she enjoy the mouthful of water she spat out upon surfacing again, having nearly swallowed a solid lungful.

She was going to need a long sonic shower after she got back up to the ship. The salt from the water was going to dry in her hair by the time she got back to the transporter hub. A good sonic dousing would get the particulates out of her locks, and then a soak in the tub after would be just what the doctor ordered. None of which mattered right then, given the maelstrom of emotions she was picking up from her bodyguard/friend with benefits.

Giggling, and still flushed, Faye swept a few stray hairs from her face and beamed back at Mickayla. "You're very welcome, Mickayla," she said earnestly. The Klingon would go back to being called 'Haynar' once they were in earshot of the shore. The duo had drifted far enough away that the diplomat wasn't worried about identity security just at the moment. They had - well, Mickayla had - other concerns.

Pressing a hand into the small of the woman's back, Faye ambled up next to her in the surf and let her hip gently bump the dark skinned girl. "Cheer up. I don't think any of them could really hear us moaning as we came buckets," she teased, rather crudely for someone whose bread and butter revolved around word choice. She gave a cheeky wave at the shore, wagging her eyebrows. She thought she saw someone wave back, but so what?

"I can promise you this isn't the first time something like this has happened at an Aldean beach." This was perfect truth - Faye and Riley had screwed each other, and a pair of useful locals, on another beachfront days before. She was becoming quite the exhibitionist, but that wasn't really all that new for Faye. After all, she was a betazoid, and being naked in public was hardly worth mentioning.

"Besides, no one out there knows who you are. Odds are that none of them will ever see you again, after today. So, they're seeing a beautiful woman in her birthday suit, on a beach full of beautiful people that is clothing optional. I think it's okay." She tried to reassure the Klingon with the praise. She hoped that the constant physical contact would help calm the security officer down as well. The two would need to head to the shore, soon, and she would rather not have the woman in a mild state of panic over something so simple as public nudity.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on March 06, 2020, 12:38:03 PM
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If Mickayla had been embarrassed before, Faye’s comment about cumming mortified her. Despite wanting to and agreeing to, realising that she had done what she had done was overwhelming. She almost didn’t recognise the person standing there in the gently lapping waters with a Betzoid bumping against her. And the reassurance from her that this was not the first time did little to assuage her feelings.

“Easy for you to say,” Mickayla muttered before Faye continued, reassuring her that no one on the beach knew who they were. She had also noted that Faye hadn’t moved her hand from the small of Mickayla’s back and that, combined with their bare hips touching, served to settle the Klingon’s rampant emotions. “I doubt they are noticing me at all with you beside me. I wouldn’t notice me with you here. Even if you weren’t naked.” She’d spoken from the heart and when her brain caught up, her skin reddened all over again.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t meaning to,” Mickayla stammered, not knowing what she meant by her words. “Ah, I meant. It’s just...” Her voice trailed off and Mickayla looked away, not wanting to meet the eyes of the Betazoid. She knew she sounded foolish and didn’t want to compound it any further.

“That, today,” Mickayla said, forcing herself to take some deep breaths. 

“Thank you.”
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on March 18, 2020, 07:39:54 PM
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A giggle slipped out that might have been just a bit tactless, but oh well. Faye was amused by the light grousing coming from her new-found friend and currently assigned body guard. In a word, it was 'cute.' She wondered if anyone had applied that particular adjective to a Klingon woman. Knowing her human crew mates, she was certain that someone had, at least once, in the past 200+ years of Klingon/Federation relations. She was not entirely sure how many had used such a descriptor and lived to talk about it afterward however. Mickayla was a Starfleet officer, of course, but all the same, why push her luck and speak it aloud? It was enough to think it. For Faye, at least.

Turning and leaning up on her toes just a bit, Faye moved to whisper into Mickayla's ear. "You are the kind of woman that wet dreams are made of. I know its a major adjustment, everything that has happened to you, but if you don't trust your own views of yourself, you can put a little trust in mine. I'm stunning, you're stunning. We're both gorgeous." Reassuring people was easy when you could flirt with them at the same time, or so Faye's logic went. She followed her words with a peck to the Klingons' cheek, not bothering with some cultural tripe about honor - what very little she knew of her guard, given her name alone, told her that sort of tract was pointless. Shameless flattery however, that was a tool the young diplomat was more than willing to bring to bear.

Besides, one of those honor bound types would never stammer over praise and the realization that they'd given a hefty compliment. That Mickayla did spoke volumes to Faye, even without her ability to pry inside the girls mind, or taste her emotions, which were rather loud at the moment. "You are very welcome.

"And I should be thanking you. Keeping me safe and company while I go on a walk about, shopping. Making a new friend is always fun. So its making out with a new friend." She shot the broad shouldered security officer a saucy wink. They'd done a sight more than just make out. But now it was time to head back, she reasoned, slipping her hand from behind Mickayla and intertwining her fingers. "Come along, Hanyr. We need to get back to shore - perhaps a few extra meters that way," she noted, pointing down shore. "Give us a bit of space from our curious fans."

Even as she spoke, the naked ensign began to wade through the gently lapping surf, still swirling about her thighs, as she set off on a trek toward the shoreline, and the lockers that contained their clothes from earlier. The beach might be a nudist establishment, and the Aldeans might have a loose understanding of what qualified as 'properly dressed' but there was no way that Faye would let Mickayla beam back to the ship in her birthday suit. She imagined the poor non-com would pass out from (unnecessary) embarrassment, if that happened.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs.] Material Girls
Post by: Stegro88 on March 28, 2020, 11:54:38 AM
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Faye was right, Mickayla realised. Not specifically in the sense that she was stunning and gorgeous; Mickayla still felt that the Betazoid outdid her in that department. No, the diplomat was right in that she needed to trust her own views of herself. It didn’t matter what other people, ANY other people, thought about her. It didn’t matter that her DNA was Klingon, or her heritage and upbringing were Scottish. It didn’t matter if she was Starfleet, or KDF, or even a civilian. All that mattered was how she saw herself. As long as she was true to that, then she could live with herself. And the best part, she chose who she was. No one else did that.

Blushing a little at Faye’s words about making out with her, Mickayla was reminded about her earlier thoughts towards the woman. And while they had done more than just make out, there was definitely more that Mickayla wanted to experience. A gate had been opened within her and though she knew and had seen what was on the other side of the fence, now she wanted to experience it all. And at the moment, she couldn’t think of a better companion for the journey.

“It was fun, I agree,” Mickayla acknowledged, smiling, agreeing with the officer’s asserting that they should head back to shore. As Faye began to wade away, Mickayla felt her eyes drop to gaze up the diplomat’s rump, her memory reminding her what it felt like. And Mickayla admitted, she wanted to hold it again as she began to stride after her. “Umm, how do you feel about a walk along the sand?” she asked, her voice firm if not a little hesitant. She was still new to the whole nude in public deal despite her growing confidence. “I don’t like the idea of wearing wet clothes.”

They were almost to the beach, the ocean lapping at their calves as Mickayla hoped that she wasn’t being too far forward with her proposal. She didn’t want this trip to end.

“Dammit,” Mickayla cursed as another memory surfaced. Faye had gambled that if she hadn’t enjoyed walking along the beach naked, then she could use the diplomat’s bathtub whenever she liked. And here she was, asking to walk along the beach more, naked. “Ah, about using that bathtub in your quarters?” the Klingon hedged, hoping that some sort of deal could be made to still grant her some sort of access.
Title: Re: Day 10 [1000 hrs.] Material Girls
Post by: Brutus on March 29, 2020, 03:18:09 PM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ibai Besi Beachfront | Aldea] Attn: @Stegro88 
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While it was clear to Faye that Mickayla's self image was going to be the sort of thing she'd classify as a long term project, she was delighted to feel the progress that had been made as the Klingon came to an internal resolution. It was a very promising start, at least to judge by what she was feeling in relation to her guards emotional state. A sense of acceptance, in some small part, was quite good. And with it came a sense - to Faye at least - of a weight lifting. It gave Faye a bounce to her own step, though as they waded through the waters toward the shore it was kind of hard to tell.

Plus, it was nice to be wanted, and that desire she'd felt bubbling under the surface of the other woman's conscious has not fully abated. More like being momentarily sated, but with a lingering craving to know more. Always keep them wanting more, she thought to herself, age old advice she had picked up at a shore leave on Argelius II. Those Argelian's knew a thing or two about happy customers.

"I'm glad we're on the same page there. Mutual pleasure is the best kind," she breezily stated, without a care in the world at that moment. Her eyes were closed and she was drifting toward the faint impressions of conscious minds on the shore line, honing in on those like a sailing ship to an ancient light house.  This let her tilt her head up, toward the sun, basking in its warmth as it bore down on her face and bare chest, slowly warming more of her skin as the water pulled away. "I think a nice, slow stroll will help us get all nice and dry, yes. Good company and good weather would make for a good time."

She did finally look back at the other woman and flashed her a grin that she hoped was reassuring. Faye was enjoying herself quite a bit. The past few days at Aldea had been something of a godsend. Once the primary negotiations had wrapped up, the Betazoid had been able to freely indulge her hedonistic side in a fashion she was rarely permitted to follow on board a starship. Never mind that half of her partners were her fellow officers from the Theurgy. She was rather committed to Riley, who well knew of her free loving ways, but who had a lock on her heart. Having fun with Lt. Commander Dewitt in an unexpected but welcome massage session, and helping Mickayla figure a few things out about herself were all well and good and shouldn't cause any conflicts back aboard ship. And the two masseuses from the parlor were likely never to be seen by Faye again - nor so the two local men that she had Riley had...conscripted into their sea shore affair.

With a giggle, Faye turned around and walked backwards now, her hands clasped behind her and a mischievous smile blossoming where once she had sought only to simply reassure. Teasing was....so very fun. "You just caught yourself, didn't you?"

There was a sing-song quality in her voice as she wagged her brow, and then slowed her gait enough so that she could come up next to the other woman and slip her arm into Mickayla's, allowing her hip to gently brush the darker skinned girl's as they made it to the shore proper. They'd leave a trail of footprints in the sand, to be washed away by the shore, as Faye slowly guided the security officer along. Feeling contented and safe, she lay her head on the other girls shoulder. "Yes, you're welcome to have the tub, as long as I have access to it. I know that they are looking for more diplomats. They may very well nab someone with a higher rank than me, and then I'll probably be back to junior officers billeting.

"I don't mind, exactly," she confessed. "Even sharing the space its more than someone like me really needs. The tub though, that's the important part. There are public baths, but thats not quite the same. But yes," she reached up and patted the other girl on the cheek as they turned to continue their slow walk up the beach, with the lockers for their clothes not so far off as to be out of sight, "It's yours to use as long as I have it." She repeated herself a bit there at the end, but it seemed reasonable to her.

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