Re: USS Theurgy: What if - The Public Baths
Reply #45 –
[ Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia | The Public Baths | Deck 12 | Vector 1 ]Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Nolan, @Havenborn, @Blue Zephyr & @Multificionado
Alessia had been in the gymnasium, practicing her roundhouse kicks and lunge kicks after having lost to an old sparring partner and felt she had been out of practice, and spent most of her free time now working on maneuvers to come out on top. That was when Sehl showed up. "I hope you have something besides your charm holding that towel up." she glanced at him once and over upon noticing that Sehl looked like he was on his way to the showers.
"My species' anatomy is known for its versatility." the bearded Andorian teased in his usual ambiguous humor. Not one to distract his aggressive pilot from her physical need to release energy, it hadn't gone unnoticed that the sheen of perspiration on her impressive toned body was glistening. Being posted together and sharing co-ed showers, the two had seen eachother naked, but never got intimate. It was taboo among some pilots, and Sehl knew and respected the fact that Alessia preferred alien women over alien men anyway; but that she only ever would permit true intimacy with human men. Sehl well knew furthermore that it had been quite some time since she'd done that. She'd been throwing punches, kicks and routines at least an hour by the looks of things. "Look. I know I said once owe you a big favor if you humored me for one? I've got a particular favore to ask, and trust me, you'll want to pay me back for this one." That got Alessia's attention; her RIO knew her well.
"That's right, yeah. Nothing big. And no mating dens." She reminded him as she panted and stopped to take a breather, waddling her behind as she stepped away from Sehl to get a towel to clear the perspiration off her brow, moving her bangs aside as she regarded him, leaning against the water dispenser as she hydrated, listening to her RIO, whom she caught marveling her body. She rolled her eyes, well mindful of Sehl's bisexuality, which she often teased about. Nothing wrong with looking, so long as he kept his antennae-- all of them, including the one she suspected of holding up the towel-- to himself.
"Well. Think of it as, a crew hobby I've just discovered. I don't go into enemy territory alone." apologetically, the Andorian leaned nearby, but Alessia had already rounded the corner into the lockers to change out of her gym wear. "You won't need a shower, Angel." He called after her, but alessia instead had emerged wearing a white bikini with a cultural multicolored sarong around her narrow waist. Sensing the nature of the visit, however seemingly bemused, Alessia presumed they were going to a holodeck involving a beach. She hoped whoever orchestrated whatever Sehl was up to had picked a good one.
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When they arrived on Deck 12 and the doors opened to the baths, she partially whispered, partially hissed, "You told me no mating dens." Alessia whispered semi-grouchily, feeling as if she'd stepped into a surprise birthday party. But Alessia had to pause when she made eye contact. Her reaction stopped her in her tracks for a moment hoping who she spotted didn't notice. He did. ".... or nothing big. Oh... que la... Chiiiin….ga...da.... <oh.... "tabarnack", loosely translated, diverse swear word. Used here, expressing surprise.>"
"I know." Sehl grinned almost idiotically then replied. "Nothing big, either. But I figured you'd forgive me, the way you talked about him. That look of stunned surprise assures me I'm right."
Sehl knew that Alessia often quoted and spoke about her former XO during the Dominion War. She left out the torrid details of their friendship, at least to Sehl (so as not to make the Andorian jealous, but he figured out what she meant), but she'd spoken of Leon Marquez to Dev, Tali and T'zantha, during reminiscing of what Tali called 'conquests', a euphemism for personal sexual relations. Despite the rank gap difference and the possibility for emotional compromise of command, Marquez had pointedly been impartial and objective when it came to ordering Alessia into dangerous situations, and they somehow managed to keep work and personal lives separate. If only Leon could only ever perfect his small talk. "That was a long time ago, Sehl. And it was..." Passion? Love? A need to have a secondary source of strength, motivation and, well, admittedly exercise. "Those were rough days."
"Rough nights, too, I'd wager. Even Tali wished she had someone like--- By Lorvela's stalks... who is -she-?" from across the room and through the steam and chatter among the pinkskins, Sehl was already exchanging a form of sign language with his Antennae with Leon's companion. A creature with skin as azure as a freshwater lake at dawn, the features of an Andorian goddess. Sehl blushed a shade of azure upon receiving a pearly-white smile and an exchange in antennae replies from the beautiful Andorian with a pretty face and an astonishing body, as unshy about showing it off as he would be once he found a place for his towel.
Alessia recognized her former shipmate: a friend that in fact. Alessia's captain had been her former CO, at that, and his daughter was a particularly aggressive sparring partner. "Wow. That's Tarsi, Hornet's Torpedo specialist and Captain Zaarin's daughter. Yes, -the- Captain Zaarin. Que milagro<what a miracle>, I almost didn't recognize her, she grew her hair out. Great singing voice-- -- hey, where are you going?" That didn't seem to phase the two Andorians from walking toward eachother as Alessia stepped a few paces after Sehl, but he was already conversing with his new friend in their native language on a way to one of the room's colder-temperature pools before Tarsi could so much as look Alessia's way; someone else apparently needed to greet the Spanish beauty.
[ Lt. Cmdr Leon Marquez | The Public Baths | Vector 1 | Deck 12 ]
"Perhaps I should play some Tchaikovsky?" A familiar voice rumbled from the nearby temporary lockers. Alessia only ever heard that voice now in occasional dreams and lucid memories. "She's still more fond of '1812', but looks like the romantic suite is in the air."
Leon had seemingly himself frozen as if he were the one stepping into the icy pool when Alessia first entered the room. In a private niche in his office, he still had a picture of the two of them in color-coded wingsuits during one of their first dates aboard the Hornet. Only Jimmy, Meony, Tarsi, Kendrick and Daniel had ever seen it and knew that Leon was capable of smiling broadly. Marquez hadn't seen Garcia since two weeks after the Treaty of Bajor was signed. Leon had accepted Alessia's invitation to spend his postwar shore leave in Spain to meet her family and shop around for a home. Unfortunately, the day Leon was going to seal the deal was the same one where Admiral Ross himself had dropped in to issue Leon his transfer orders to the USS Resolve and assigned to the Romulan sector, effective-at-once. Leon never bothered to check in on her and until now seeing her in that outfit she wore when they went to Gibraltar, he wished he had. If only Resolve hadn't had radio silence orders or gotten lost-- Leon might've resigned for a happy civilian life with her if he would have known what happened.
Alessia replied, without facing her former lover. If people weren't watching, she might've given an impassioned litany of poly-lingual remarks. If she went in that direction, though, she might start this unexpected reunion off on the wrong foot, so she just played along, despite feeling a certain warmth in her blood. "They'll have their fireworks." She turned to face him and caught herself glancing him from his feet upward, and barely contained a giggle when she realized he'd done the same. Their eyes met after a deliberately slow moment. Alessia almost even lost her footing when she locked eyes with Leon.
"They will. Ordnance and Fighter ordnance." Leon's face turned a shade of pink, but indifferently continued his banther. "That'd be one fun wedding." Oops.
"I'd plan a much more... fun one, if given the opportunity: Holst, instead of Tchaikovsky." Alessia remarked neutrally, but seemed to have her attention on their Andorian colleagues, who were already laughing and smiling to eachother with Andorian ale in hand and antennae waving around in patterns known only to those who could read the blue-skinned species' emotional indicators.
"Not Placido Domingo?" Leon replied, remembering how fond both his mother and Alessia's each were of the Spanish opera legend who emigrated to Mexico. Alessia smiled, rolled her eyes and shook her head in response. She avoided answering as she sat next to the shirtless CTO and rummaged around to see what he had brought. "That's not mine. Jimmy's idea." In something of a role reversal, Leon behaved somewhat like his Australian friend when contraband was discovered in his possessions. Alessia wore a quizzical look, but didn't say a word. Leon turned as he looked around for his lotion to offer the caramel-skinned Garcia.
"Not even if he sings the Klingon rendition of 'My Heart Will Go On.' Or if you bring in one of those photonic..." Alessia's breathing calmly slowed as she felt familiar calloused but strong and unforgettable hands massaging her shoulders and neck as Leon applied lotion for the water. It was more of an overture and they both knew it. Alessia's ripped muscles relaxed as she sighed, letting him continue massaging her neck and shoulders as only he could. ".... characters. -- Ai... que... <Oh! how...>" she relaxed and trusted her former boyfriend to set the mood. Former? She had to play that card. Internally, she crossed her fingers, wondering whose ass she'd have to kick to get him back.
Leon hoped Danvers wasn't overhearing his memories of Alessia Garcia back when he wasn't running the somewhat tight but laidback USS Resolve or other ship, where he permitted such pairings of young and restlessly passionate behavior. If the Betazoid girl heard or could 'see' what went on in the Hornet first officer's quarters, she'd probably get ideas. It was best not to think about her while Alessia leaned back against the shirtless Leon, who didn't resist or object when he felt her smooth skin against his abdomen, reactively thinking of the long nights that made life possibly sane for him in the days of the darkest time in Starfleet.
Alessia hoped there weren't any Betazoids in the baths. While she had no qualms about showing some skin, particularly when she applied lotion on her legs, thighs, arms and front, she arched back, letting Leon reach wherever she 'missed.' If anyone could read the thoughts in her mind, she wouldn't want to be responsible for triggering an outbreak of Xanthi fever, or a lesser form of it, given her passionate emotions... or memories. She behaved herself. They weren't in any hot water yet, figuratively or otherwise, but she did feel the slightest buzz when she faced him. "Jimmy Mariner's bottles, hmm? Sure, blame Jimmy for bending the rules. We all know the great Leon Allan Marquez could do no wrong." Alessia 'acted' as if she hadn't heard that one before, she was pointedly unconvinced Jimmy would have specifically picked a brand name from Leon's home nation-state.
Leon had to try to protect his reputation "Of course. He meant well, thought I'd have a drink and relax. After our last three years, anyone still together has been through a lot as a team. I helped the kid with his current senorita. Word has it you saved her life. Thanks." Alessia followed Leon's gaze as he trid to hide his blushing expression while indicating Ensigns Tancredi and Mariner who were clearly enjoying themselves and their company. In a sense, Leon almost felt proud of his protégé. "Good fit for eachother. Pilot and a knucklehead."
Alessia remembered it was indeed Jimmy who wolf-whisteled at her when Captain Ives unveiled the starfighter from the future. She thought she recognized him, unsure if he recognized her, given that her mind was out of her pants during that briefing. "Who says that's not a good fit? I never called you a knucklehead."
"Me neither. But you called me a great many things... as we both know." He smiled back as he finished coating Angel's smooth yet well-defined caramel-colored skin; even going out of his way to massage more intimate areas which were responded with low hums and occasional satisfied moans. Finished, Leon put aside the container and was ready to confide how much he missed Alessia as she stood and turned to face him-- only to find himself pinned as she had hugged him and pinned his arms to his sides, resting her breasts against his bare torso. Leon was astonished, but before he could react, Alessia pressed herself against him, letting her strength and element of surprise catch him off guard as she planted a kiss on him and fed him some of his own unspoken feelings and thoughts back into him. Both hummed into eachothers' wanting mouths for an electrical moment of sudden ecstasy.
"You're good." Leon remarked when she let go of him, before he could get a grip on her, but Leon still managed to stroke her face and notice the dilation of her pupils and erratic breathing. Marquez couldn't deny the power of that little ambush even as he caught his breath.
"I know." Alessia responded almost unconsciously taking off the multi colored sarong around her waist with one hand as her other found Leon's and pulled him in her pursuit to find a private corner of a warm pool, preferably one without fawning attention to anyone in particular. Neither of them was particularly fond of crowds or doting fans. Except eachother, of course.