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Re: Day 17 [1800 hrs.] Come Sail Away
Reply #100
[Lt. Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Down River | Small Sail Boat | Aldea Prime ]Attn: @Number6 
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A part of Natalie had to wonder at that comment. For just how long had Vanya been considering her as an option for a romantic partner? Had Vanya had fantasies about her, over the years? The thought was a flattering, and distracting notion as the Martian tried hard to focus on the act of anchoring the sailboat into the small, natural jetty that would protect them over night. She felt a blush on her cheeks, and it had nothing to do with her rather exposed state and everything to do with where her mind was wandering. For if she were being honest, she loved the idea that she had been someone that Vanya wanted for a long time. Being wanted was nice.

Nat was not left to ponder this long, for even as she started the anchorage process, the computer targeting points beneath the surface and deploying the metal hooks that would lodge them in against the river bed, Vanya came up beside her to watch the process. It wasn't terribly exciting in and of itself. Just something that demanded a little bit of attention. The proximity of her...girlfriend, she supposed, there was no dancing around that anymore, not as keyed up as Natalie was - proved to be a great distraction. The boat gave a little shiver as the first anchor deployed, and the next one cycled forward, but Nat's mind was pulled all the way from that by a touch and a purr of words.

Shivering with delight, the brunette closed her eyes, and tilted her head back, making a low noise. Personally she was pleased that she didn't leap right up on the spot, when Vanya's hand came to rest on her rear. Having had little to no experience with gentle touches there, it was a welcome surprise, and the words stoked something deep inside of Natalie. Forcing her gaze back to the controls, she triggered the rest of the sequence, and the boat slid forward slightly, before all momentum seemed to become arrested, and the duo was left with the gentle rocking of the current.

"I think," she began, twisting to face Vanya again, "That I want to pick up where we left off, less I become to chicken at the thought of a passing boat." The honesty was surprising, and it made her blush, but she didn't take the words back, as she looped her arms over Vanya's neck and drew her into another kiss. "Shall we?"
  • Last Edit: May 02, 2021, 10:48:54 PM by Brutus
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Re: Day 17 [1800 hrs.] Come Sail Away
Reply #101
[Lt.Vanya | Down River | Small Sail Boat | Aldea Prime ]Attn: @Brutus

Having few inhibitions left Vanya with no qualms about continuing her time with Nat above deck, yet she didn't feel a sense of titillation at the thought of someone else seeing them.  It wasn't an adversion to it, it was just odd.  If Vanya could articulate the feeling it was almost, jealousy, that she didn't want someone else sharing this moment no matter what their intentions were.  It wasn't an instinct that Vanya wanted to act upon per se, they could be at it like "Risan Rabbits in the mess hall on Alpha Shift's Lunchbreak."  While Vanya hadn't heard much about lagomorphs on Risa, she didn't care where she was with Nat.  And yet....   
"Sounds like a plan to me Capn'" Vanya said with a mock salute and yet the thought nagged at Vanya ever so slightly 

She gently kissed Nat's lips the temptation just as tempting as the first time.  Vanya found herself torn, part of her wanted to pick up where they had left off, but part of her wanted to protect themselves against the odd chance of intruders into their moment of bliss.  Vanya conclueded that the deciding vote had to be Nat's/ 

"We could stay up here my love if you want..."    there was that moment of reflection again.  "Or we could go below decks and give that bed a try.  Whatever,"    she kissedd along her neck.    "Wherever"     she placed another gentle kiss on her shoulder.  "However you want."    She puncutated the thought with a short sharp grab of her rear. 

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Re: Day 17 [1800 hrs.] Come Sail Away
Reply #102
[Lt. Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Down River | Small Sail Boat | Aldea Prime ]Attn: @Number6 
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Natalie's courage seemed to hold strong for the moment, the ship now nestled in its evening mooring along the secluded riverbank embankment. Deep down, she wanted this, and knew that she if tried to back peddle now, it might doom anything that followed. Not that she though Vanya would protest or press on if she herself decided she wished to stop. But that it would taint the rest of the trip, and Natalie did not want to do that. She wanted to give into the strange emotions, the attraction she felt for her friend. She did not wish to repress it.

Even going so far as to allow her body to be fully explored and exploited by Vanya, for the first time. Out in the open on the top deck of a sailing ship on an alien world. She couldn't write a romance holo-drama better than this, and that revelation sent a giggle bubbling up past her lips, bleeding away any lingering tension or concern. That mock salute Vanya gave her turned the giggles into a fit of laughter, sharp and pure, clearly carrying out over the gently lapping waters of the river, and setting the Martian woman's shoulders (and bust) to merrily shake about.

Soon enough however there was the pleasing presence of Vanya's body against her own bare skin, setting her alight, even as her skin was covered with goosebumps from the slight chill. Soft lips met her own, the difference in them, when compared to the very few men who had kissed her, still quite new and surprising to Nat. As they pulled away, Nat licked her own lips, chasing the ghost of her friends presence there. She blinked and watched as Vanya dithered, and then started to press kisses to her skin, teasing whining little moans from Natalie's lips.

"No fair," she mock protested, wiggling between Vanya and that console on the boat's bridge. "You make it hard to think straight." Lest her friend take that as a bad trait, Natalie tightened her grip around the Romulan, to keep her in place (not that she could realistically do any such thing, should the android have other plans). Biting down on her lip, Natalie let her head fall back as her bum was gripped, and gazed up at the stars above in the cloudless night, feeling herself at that cross roads, but only for a moment. She realized she'd already made up her mind.

Pushing forward, Natalie locked her lips onto the tip of one of Vanya's ears and sucked, teasing it with her tongue. Practically brazen for the usually shy woman. Letting go, she breathed over the damp spot as she pressed tight to her friend, murmuring. "I"m always so cautious, so slow to act, Discreet. Timid. I don't want to be that tonight. I want to be bold Vanya. With you. Here. Now." And as if to punctuate those words she sunk her hands into the girls hair and pulled Vanya's lips back to hers, forcing her tongue into the Romulan's mouth and rolling her hips forward against her friends pelvis. There was very little else she could do, pinned between her soon to be lover and the now muted controls of the small ship, but she didn't mind that in the slightest.

If someone was watching? Well, fuck them, she had better things to care about than a potential strangers gaze. She had Vanya.
  • Last Edit: June 07, 2021, 11:26:55 PM by Brutus
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Re: Day 17 [1800 hrs.] Come Sail Away
Reply #103
([Lt.Vanya | Down River | Small Sail Boat | Aldea Prime ]Attn:   @Brutus

As Nat pushed against Vanya, her boldness shook her off her feet.  As a unit designed for infiltration, and as one person told her, quite a cutie, she was capable of playing both the submissive and the leader, whatever got her mission fulfilled, or in later days, the sexual release that the android desired. 

But seeing Nat display such bold strength, no, not display, unleash strength was something entirely new for Vanya.  She suspected that the martian's shyness held her back, but this was more than Vanya could have possibly found herself hoping for.  Vanya felt tremors, tremors of anitciaption.    She had simulated them in the past, but again, it was like Nat's strength was triggering something in her too.  Something beside the gratification that sex usually brought to her.   

Finally she broke the kiss and whispered. "Be bold, my love, "

She softly kissed her way down along Nat's collarbone, again she got an eyeful of her friend's ample breasts, as gorgeous as they had always been for Vanya to look at, even play with in the past few minutes, she now wanted to pleasure whatever part of Nat's body.  She gave each [ert nipple a gentle kiss and hard suck.    Looking at the  muted console, she picked up Nat and rested her bare behind on top of it. 

"Tell me how you want to be bold, My Love"    she said, there was almost a mild plea in her voice. 
  • Last Edit: June 13, 2021, 11:40:47 PM by Number6
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Re: Day 17 [1800 hrs.] Come Sail Away
Reply #104
[Lt. Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Down River | Small Sail Boat | Aldea Prime ]Attn: @Number6 
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Watching Vanya trail her lips over Nats skin was something the smaller woman was sure she would end up enjoying for some time to come, should she allow herself. Feeling those lips gave her all sorts of ideas and desires, and Nat let her head fall back for a moment, groaning and shivering at the sweet press of lips to flesh. "Vanya...

Letting out a small 'eep' as she was lifted up and settled back down on the console, Natalie privately thanked whoever it was that had long since designed the detection ability's into computer terminals to recognize the difference between finger tips accessing controls and well, bare asses. It would have been the height of embarrassing to have the boat suddenly unmoor itself from their anchorage and drift back into the main channel of the massive Aldean river simply because her bum was large enough to mash down a series of controls all at once.

Equally pleasing was the small display of Vanya's strength. The other woman deftly lifted and planted Natalie without breaking a sweat - or whatever the android equivalent of doing such would be. Intellectually Natalie knew that Vanya was as strong as any Romulan, if not significantly stronger given her artificial nature, and that, equally true, Romulans (like their Vulcan cousins) were significantly stronger than the average human. Knowing something on an intellectual level, was not quite the same thing as experiencing that first hand.

Having experienced it just now, Natalie could admit, if only to herself, that Vanya's strength simply did things to her that she would have to think on later to really understand beyond, Oh I liked that.

She rather liked having Vanya nibble and suck on her nipple as well, the small bud turning into a taut nub with little effort. Bursts of pleasure, akin to small fireworks, spark with each little kiss and suck, causing the Martian woman to shiver, having nothing at all to do with the cool riverside breeze.

"Mmmm, bold...yes, I can do that," Natalie managed to purr, reaching up and - once again - running her fingers through Vanya's hair. For a moment, Nat just held Vanya's gaze, and then her grip tightened on the girls hair, and she let her legs fall wider apart. Tugging, she drew her friends face into her own body, between her breasts, before tugging down. Her cheeks red, she murmured out, "Lick." She could be bold, she told herself. Here where no one else could see, she could give into the sudden, burning need to know just what that felt like. It might have been her own desire, or the pleading tone in Vanya's voice. Maybe something in the air itself. But regardless, as she leaned back on the console, bracing herself with her elbows as she thrust Vanya's head down toward the join between her legs, she decided that yes, tonight was the night to be bold.
  • Last Edit: July 21, 2021, 02:55:20 AM by Brutus
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Re: Day 17 [1800 hrs.] Come Sail Away
Reply #105
[Lt. Vanya | Down River | Small Sail Boat | Aldea Prime ]Attn: @Brutus

Vanya allowed Nat to guide her head between the other woman's crotch.    To be guided in such a way continued to guide the android.  In her time with sexual partners she had often been playing a part.  The seductive engineer winning the confidence of the rebel rousing miner.  The niave intern putting out for the hungry (in more ways than one) senator, these were characters that she was forced to play.     

Even with sexual partners that she had following her liberation, she was expected to be the one who knew what she wanted, that would sent the pace for whatever transitory encounter the other party expected from here.  The sad truth was Vanya had never been able to lose herself in such a way.  To have Nat expressing herself like this showing her new side veered dangerously close to intoxicication.    Her body trembled with anticipation..    It wasn't a simulated reflex, but a real sensation which had been hardwired into her programming. 

Anticipation shook her body as Nat spoke.  This wasn't the shy friend she had known, with the single word she became the commanding presence that was both new and familiar.  Vanya would have had trouble reconciling the two, but her instructions were concerned.    She reached out with her tongue, and brushed against the door of Nat's feminity, her long tongue hungrily exploring the petal soft area that was being offered to her.  No, not offered, to her but what she was compelled towards

She took a brief moment to look up into Nat's face, she wanted to find some validation in those beautiful dark blue eyes. 
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[Lt. J.G Foval |Assistant Diplomatic Officer |USS Theurgy]

Re: Day 17 [1800 hrs.] Come Sail Away
Reply #106
 [Lt. Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Down River | Small Sail Boat | Aldea Prime ]Attn: @Number6  
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For Natalie, the behavior she was displaying was highly out of character and aught to have shocked her right out of the moment, giving an order like that to someone like Vanya, where Vanya was, nestled between her thighs. A sight that until moments before, Natalie would have never been able to imagine. After all, she wasn't interested in women. She didn't do this kind of thing. The sheer incredulity of it all was of a level and intensity that could break anyone's focus. There were a million thoughts that she would have expected to be running through her mind in that moment, wondering if, perhaps the Romulan girl preferred her partners to be shaved barren, unlike the trimmed triangle that Nat maintained between her legs. Worrying that she might not have a taste that the other woman would enjoy. Worrying that she'd squeeze her legs too hard, that the sensations might be too much. Might not be enough. '

But between the Aldean wine at dinner, and the need, and all the winding up that Vanya had put Nat through earlier, some switch deep in the Martian's psyche had been switched. Vanya had asked what Nat wanted and the curvaceous brunette aimed to make that as clear as possible for her friend.

She had wanted to be bold, and so here she was, wiggling her hips closer to her friends face, letting her legs fall further apart, subconsciously giving the Romulan Android more room to work with. An act which was, swiftly, rewarded, when she felt something wet gently brushing her folds. Her breath hitched in her throat and Nat's eyes snapped back down in time to catch the android woman looking back up at her, light from the stars above reflecting in otherwise dark orbs. To call the moment breathtaking was an understatement, as Natalie watched Vanya move back in, to taste her, to spread her flowering core apart with what was proving to be a delightful tongue. 

"Oh, fuck yes," the normally clean mouthed Martian swore. Though the moment was sweet, downright romantic even, the first brush of two lovers tasting the water - and skin -between them, sampling each others fruirs, Natalie could not think of anything flowery or sweet to say. Just a deep, throaty oath, before she bit her lip, looking down the curves of her body as slowly, she tugged her friends head back into place, to cater to the dripping well of heated need between her legs. That would be the extent of the affirmation that Natalie was able to give Vanya in that moment, an act of simply giving into her own desires and demanding more, not with words, but with her body.
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Re: Day 17 [1800 hrs.] Come Sail Away
Reply #107
[Lt. Vanya | Down River | Small Sail Boat | Aldea Prime ]Attn: @Brutus

Some small part of Vanya's brain was worried that she was going about this all wrong, her relaxed attitude to intimacy and sex, was well known with anyone who was acquainted with her in a vaguely social way, and it usually raised comments.   So, while Vanya would probably never be what one would call modest, she certainly had become more aware of the arbitrary lines she had been told about.   She was aware of them, but that awareness only made it more sweeter to jump over them.  Yet some small part of her processing power feared that she was pushing too far.  
   
Those fears were quickly erased when Nat swore.   Like most humans, Vanya knew that she rarely swore, which meant that the Romulan android had awoken something primal within her, and yet if equal power was the word "yes" a word that invited validation.   Vanya had found the point ithe most treasured pearly of passion, with the skill of an expert, she allowed her tongue to caress that wonderful spot, with an intensity and passion that was matching the pressure that Nat was putting around her head.  

Vanya was designed and built to "fake" physical sensations, including sexual arousal.   However, a subroutine she was given like this meant that very often, the sensations were automaticm she had no control over them, in order to make her all the more authentic.   In this case, she was barely able to avoid shaking with anticipation, her own feminine core burning anticipation for the gorgeous Martian that the universe had returned to her, and who Vanya had been allowed to give herself to. 
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Re: Day 17 [1800 hrs.] Come Sail Away
Reply #108
[Lt. Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Down River | Small Sail Boat | Aldea Prime ]Attn: @Number6 
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Had Natalie taken into account that her paramour had a somewhat relaxed attitude to ward sexual encounters in general, she might not have built up such a basket case of nerves around the moment. But that hadn't really filtered into Natalie's logic that night. And in that moment, logic, forethought, what little planning she had done for that evening, had gone out the window and over the port bow. If Vanya had pushed, nudged or otherwise cajoled Natalie across those lines of social interaction into something far more intimate and deep, Nat wasn't upset. Far from it, she was reveling in the new sensations that were being plied upon her very core.

She felt herself flowering under her friends attentions, little bolts of pleasurer washing, almost like jagged shocks, on a background of warmth and satisfaction that seemed to swell like ripples across the surface of a pond. Or the current's of a river, she idly thought as her head dipped back, and back, and she was able to just make out the wine dark channel flowing past edge of the boat. By that point she was more laying across the console, than hunched over it, and she'd let go of Vanya's hair with one hand to brace herself on the edge of the controls, less she fall off entirely. The other hand fisted those dark locks tightly ,keeping the Romulan' woman's head locked into place. Or as much as she could. It was not lost on Natalie that if Vanya wished to move, she would move, and there was naught that Nat could actually do to dislodge or dissuade the android.

But for the moment at least the other woman did not seem to wish to move, which was much to Nat's benefit. As her friends tongue found the buried nub at the top of Nat's folds, the Martian let out a loud cry, bucking slightly, and then continuing to tremble as she lay there. Heat pooled between her legs, rising up and dripping from her core as she began to glisten under her friends efforts. One leg kicked out, going straight, toes pointed and shaking, while the other curled over the Romulan's shoulder. An embarrassing myriad of moans and gasps began to echo out across the open waters from the boat, loud enough to be easily heard over the deep rumble of the rivers ever present current.
  • Last Edit: August 22, 2021, 10:34:00 PM by Brutus
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Re: Day 17 [1800 hrs.] Come Sail Away
Reply #109
[Lt. Vanya | Down River | Small Sail Boat | Aldea Prime ]Attn: @Brutus

What made Vanya an effective agent, and scientist, was her knowledge of biology.  She saw a certain poetry in mathematics.  You find the secret of A, you get to unlock B.  She would never voice these opinions out aloud - she was sure that Nat would see her sentiments as dispassionate. 

But the simple truth, that for  Vanya the thrill of sex, was the thrill of mathematics.  How much flirting would it take to discover Nat's explorative side?  She had found the answer to that question when she wore the divine dress to dinner. 

How much wine would it take to relax her inhibitions, without leaving her in a prone or senseless condition?  Again, Vanya had her answer as she undressed and exhibited such - strenghth by standing over her and displaying such unleashed strength.

As her tongue continued to probe her silky folds, Vanya felt more gratification and validation, that her own matrix translated as pleasure and arousal.  Her heart skipped a beat for a second as one hand let go of her dark hair, and yet, the other one stayed.  She quickly understood what was happening.  From the head on Vanya's tongue, her hot firey furnace was almost at critical, and that just drove Vanya's needs deeper  She probed the wetness, simultaneously trying to both satisfy and prolong the encounter between them both. 
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[Lt. J.G Foval |Assistant Diplomatic Officer |USS Theurgy]