Chapter 03: The Captain of My Soul [02: Shock & Denial][ USS Theurgy | Crew Quarters/Senior Staff Quarters | 0710 hrs. ] Attn: Any character not in 01: ResurrectionThroughout the
Theurgy, the crew was waking up, some of which would be resuming their duties on the Alpha shift. For while the Festival of the Moon may have lasted until the middle of the night, and many had drunk a bit more than they should, it did not mean that there wasn't a tomorrow waiting for them. A day that might bring shame and regret, or contentment and joy. Yet some may wake in shock - unable to deny what must have happened and also failing to remember how it came to be they woke up where they did. Or with whom.
[ Rihen Neyah ] Attn: AnyoneHer short blonde hair impervious to being dishevelled, and her face even more angelic when she slept, Rihen Neyah slowly opened her heterochromatic eyes where she lay on her bed - white sheets barely covering her bare body. It took her a couple of seconds to blink and focus upon the face of the person next to her, but when the sight and the memories came to her, her lips spread in a bright smile - the corners of her eyes creasing in delight.
She sat up in the bed, pulling up the corner of her blanket to barely preserve her modesty - done more out of common habit than any need to really cover herself. She ruffled her own hair with her free hand and then covered her mouth when she yawned - smile soon returning afterwards. "Good morning. You fell asleep quite fast after we completed
Jamaharon. I trust you were satisfied with my companionship?"
[ Evelyn Rawley ] Attn: AnyoneWhen Rawley woke up with a sour curse, she was only wearing socks, flight boots and someone's unzipped undershirt. She was sitting by the small table in her quarters - feet crossed upon said table - and her neck hurt from sleeping with her head tilted forth. With eyes bleary and a bloody headache reaching as far down as her teeth, she glared around the room and put her feet down - replacing them by her elbows upon the table as she clutched her shaved head. "Fucking hell..."
On the table stood an empty bottle of whiskey, and her panties were lassoed around its neck. The rest of her quarters seemed to be on more of a disarray than usual, and... she wasn't alone. Eyes narrowing to make out who the moving figure was, she cleaned her dry teeth with her tongue so that she could speak without her lips getting stuck. "Hey, what the bloody fuck happened last night?"
[ ThanIda zh'Wann ] Attn: AnyoneDeputy zh'Wann was already in her shower, the water running down her back as she slowly lathered herself up. Her white hair was a wet waterfall down her back, and her antennae were lowered in thought while streams of water poured down her neck.
She was looking down at the drain as a little whirlpool appeared inside it and began sucking up the water coursing down her form. She tried to imagine that the water was actually her fears, doubts, and depression that was going down the drain, allowing the vessel that would be her body to be empty of all. Maybe a few drops here and there, but it'd be gone. Sadly, this could not be. The fact of the pending meeting with the Senior Staff still remained, and the revelation still due.
Ida needed to think her troubles would go down the drain. She knew it was far from the truth, yet she still needed this product of her imagination. She set her hands against the wall of the stall, just staring at the drain as the soap slid down her legs and fell from her body. She let her mind run amok and allowed herself time to finally think; making the sounds of the water smacking against the floor block out all other sounds in the Galaxy. Everything... besides her thoughts.
She needed to tell Wenn Cinn about her transfer request before the meeting. She owed him nothing, but the Ridgenose still deserved to know ahead of the announcement.
[Deputy zh'Wann,] said Thea's voice over the intercom in the bathroom, [you have a visitor by the door, and it appears you are unable to hear the signals. Shall I tell your visitor to return later?]
Ida's antenna angled down and she hissed between her teeth. "Who is it?"
After being told, she soon stepped out and wrapped a large towel around herself, going to answer the door - her face stony and eyes as sharp as they always were on duty.
[ Soo Young Seung ] Attn: AnyoneGroaning, Soo rolled over. The party had ended hours ago but the pounding in her head hadn't stopped, or even lessened. Inside her fractured mind, she promised to never drink again, which she did every time she had a hangover. She wiped the crust from her brown eyes, and the vicious light that assaulted her made her cringe. Quickly, she closed them again and buried her face in the pillow.
What happened last night? She couldn't remember. After she had a private little time with the Ovri nurse, everything was a blur of music and shots, which had soon turned to complete oblivion. The last thing Soo could remember somewhat clearly was talking to someone - probably not a hologram - at the bar. And then... nothing.
She moaned into the soft pillow. It was time to get something for her headache. She rolled over, and slammed her elbow into a pillow. A pillow that grunted.
Her eyes widened.
This is not happening... No bloody way. Slowly, she looked behind her, eyes bleary. Doing so, she also realised that she was as naked as the day she was born.
Oh, shit...
[ Winterbourne ] Attn: Aisha S'IthiHis peaceful, pleasant sleep was cut short as his world turned from a secluded black to a sudden flash of light. Dazed and still half asleep, Cale Winterbourne blinked, and then opened his eyes to be greeted with a ray of light that escaped from the bedroom door of his quarters - left slightly ajar.
Riptor? came his thought, guessing that the tall fighter pilot from the
Harbinger had suddenly left.
With a grunt, Cale meant to roll to the side but found his left arm pinned. Blearily, he tried to move his arm, but all sense of touch stopped past the elbow. Confused, he turned his head, perplexed at being stuck and at the loss of feeling in his hand. The world was still out of focus, but after a few blinks the Helmsman discovered the cause - lit by the narrow light from the door that had been left ajar.
Oh, yeah... Now I remember... Riptor and he hadn't been alone last night. Aisha S'Ithi's dark-haired head lay nestled in the crook of his arm. Her soft but steady breathing could be felt on his shoulder. Cale smiled for himself as he admired the Cardassian's slightly scaled features in the beam of light. Her nose rubbed gently against his skin with the rise and fall of her breathing. With a stifled yawn, Cale also noticed her limp hand weighing down his chest - her fingers arched slightly.
Cale lifted his free arm and gently took her hand. He thought her fingers give a reflexive squeeze. As he slowly become more awake, Cale also notice how incredibly cold his legs were. Lifting his head groggily, he saw his bare legs completely exposed, the blankets twisted across their upper bodies, and the only warm spot being where the Cardassian's leg was bent across his. He was about to rectify this when he paused.
Why... is there voices coming from the main room? Was Zaraq still with them too?
Glancing towards Aisha again, Cale did his best to gently disentangle himself from her, trying to not wake her up. Then he got on his feet, realising that he had no clothes on. He looked about, finding a pair of black boxers to pull on before he walked to the door - looking out the small gap before opening the door.
He saw Riptor. He stood with his back towards Cale, fully dressed, and he had just answered the door - someone standing in the corridor. They were silent, and it looked like the one that had chimed the door to Cale's quarters was stroking Riptor's face - a hand on his cheek. A sudden pang of jealousy hit Cale upon seeing it, thinking the fighter pilot had a lover he did not know about. But just as Cale stepped out to ask, Riptor nodded to the one outside... and stepped out. Gone as the door shut behind him.
"Ript-?" Cale had begun, but fell silent when he was left alone, running a hand through his white hair in confusion. Then he returned to the bedroom...
[ Narik Cinsaj ] Attn: AnyoneAs soon as Narik Cinsaj awoke, she knew that she had made a mistake.
The Boslic groaned, the headache she had not being one that you'd get from a simple synthehol drink or two. It wasn't often that she was that drunk but whenever it happened, she'd done something bad. She tried to open her eyes but the light that flooded into the bedroom of her VIP quarters was too bright.
But wait, in her new rooms... the door was on the right side.
Drizzt, where am I? She lifted the sheets over her marked forehead, trying to hide from reality... and noticed how crude they felt. They smelled strangely. She had to find out where she was. She tried to open her eyes a second time and looked around, finding out that she, indeed, was not in her new luxurious rooms. She lifted herself up into a sitting position and just then, she noticed that she wasn't wearing anything but a Starfleet undershirt... which
certainly wasn't hers. She thought about it for a second; which person that she knew wore the colour of the undershirt? Too many.
She closed her eyes and tried to even her breathing. She stood up, zipped the undershirt to her neck... and walked to the door, opening it and making her way through the Starfleet quarters to find out who she had stayed with during the night.
When she did, Narik leaned against the door frame... feeling extremely awkward.
[ Hannah von Slaverton ] Nightmare awoke, thinking she was alone with her happenstance lover from late last night.
She'd had no idea Klingons were so rough lovers before she picked up Zaraq by one of the bars. He was the new Master-of-Arms, tall and strong with a past that bespoke her taste in men. Dangerous and with a sad story, exiled as he was and not able to return to his House on the Klingon homeworld. It had not taken many minutes before she had mustered the courage to ask him home to her quarters, and admittedly, the drinks she'd had might have helped some as well. In either case, Zaraq had followed her home, and they'd ended their Festival with some personal fireworks in her bed.
Yet when she opened her eyes, they were not alone.
"What are..." she began, sitting up with a frown towards the shadow standing by the bed, one hand placed upon Zaraq's face. He had his eyes closed, sleeping, but when Hannah spoke, he opened his eyes - looking up at the dark figure in the room. Hannah felt fear building in her chest, even if she was not easily frightened. The silhouette had sharp ears, like a demon, and it made stories from her childhood on Mars come to mind. It took her a couple of seconds to realise that they were Vulcan ears. "Computer, lights!"
The eyes that met Hannah when the lamps lit were completely dead - void of remorse. Her uniform collar was red, and she had three pips - halcyon beauty made terrible by the implications of the situation. It was Commander T'Rena of the
Harbinger. The First Officer. The Winter Queen.
"Who the hell do you thin-" said Hannah, eyes darting to the hand on Zaraq's face. "What are you doing to him?"
"What is necessary for the mission," said the Vulcan quietly, just as she removed her fingers from the Klingon. "I will make you understand as well."
"Like hell you are! I don't know wha-"
"Silence her."
The strike was instant and brutal, sending Nightmare into the wall beside the bed.
Zar-raq? She was disoriented, did not know how many seconds passed, but when she came to, she was on all fours - her hips held high by rough hands. She was about to scream, but the familiar feeling of Zaraq's ridged cock, forcing itself into her sex, completely drove the breath from her lungs. She flailed, scratched the floor, but before she got enough air down her lungs, T'Rena had crouched down next to her - a fine-boned hand thrust down upon the side of her head. She could only let out an animal mewl in protest to the meld as it set in.
But... in a couple of seconds... she
did understand.
Soon, she even began to move in answer to Zaraq, knowing what her ultimate duty aboard would be.
[ Sjaandin ] How did he end up on the floor?
Vivid impressions coursed through Sjaandin Fedd's mind, channelled through him by the woman that had climbed on top of him. Had she been at the door? Cir'Cie, the Vulcan from the Science Department. It was her that straddled him, right? The botanist. His head was ringing, hurting, and it wasn't from any headache. His torso hurt too. Had he been struck down to the floor? He had trouble thinking straight, his mind not completely his own. Nor was his body, since the Vulcan had taken possession of him, one hand upon his cheek and with fingers splayed across his forehead. A mind meld? Cir'Cie's other hand had pulled down the underwear that he had slept in, and was now stroking his cock to arousal.
Why is she..? His mind doubled back in confusion, a last resort as the meld aligned him to her viewpoint. No, it had not been her at the door.
No, indeed, through Cir'Cie's memory, he saw that it had been a man. A tall man with a beard, and he had stood in the corridor when Sjaandin opened. He recognised himself in the doorway, but the human had to have been from the
Harbinger. Otherwise he'd remember that face. Well, he could not say he knew the entirety of the
Theurgy's crew, but a giant of a man such like the one in the corridor he'd remember. Sjaandin had answered in his underwear, asked him what was the matter. Then... A strike to his abdomen. He had doubled over. He almost retched upon the floor. The second strike had come over the back of his head.
"Your compliance is required. Please do not resist." Cir'Cie, her face impassive - void of feeling - had made him hard with her hand. How did she end up naked? Was she trying to? Of course. Yes, the meld had told him the reason. Of course she tried to get him aroused. It made perfect sense that she wanted to have sex. They would need to reproduce for the long voyage, and Cir'Cie had picked him as a candidate to impregnate her. The meld had showed him what had to be done, and it made it easier to make the anger at being assaulted subside. If that did not soothe him, his empathic abilities could sense Cir'Cie deciding that it was time... well before she acted on her thought. She raised her hips and guided him against her Vulcan sex - letting him enter her... sinking down unto him.
When she did, her hand removed from his face, Sjaandin saw the figure behind her. It was the man that had stood outside the door, and he was naked as well - grinning to Sjaandin from across Cir'Cie's bobbing shoulder. "It sure makes sense, doesn't it?" said the bearded man, white teeth glinting. "If we are to win, we can't do anything foolish. We need the time and the numbers, or rather... the time to make those numbers."
Sjaandin grunted, Cir'Cie thrusting herself down on him - hands upon his chest. "Yes-s," he said, "It is the only way."
Nodding as he chuckled, the bearded man sank down on his knees behind Cir'Cie. He spat in his hand, lubing himself up, and then grabbed Cir'Cie's hips. The short-haired woman did not pause her movements on top of Sjaandin, but when the bearded man pushed inside her anus, the Vulcan did blink. Once. Yet that was the extent of her initial discomfort before she surrendered the control to the two men inside her - the both of them moving in sync. Mind and intent alike.
Captain Vasser was their only salvation, no matter the cost.
The subject will probably react to learning of the loss with numbed disbelief. It may even deny the reality of the loss at some level in order to avoid the pain. The sense of shock provide emotional protection for the subject; a means to avoid being overwhelmed all at once. Depending on the subject, this feeling may last for an undetermined amount of time. - Manipulation of Grief, by Host named cin Nicander
[Aisha S'iti] Attn: Winterborne
Aisha stirred in the bed and began to awaken in the quarters of the Theurgy's young Helmsman. She rolled over a bit as her eyes fluttered open. Despite the soreness she couldn't help but feel wonderful after the amazing night she had been given by the three males. Still if there was any of the three she would want to still be here with her it was the one who's quarters she was in. There was something about the young helmsman she enjoyed the company of. Maybe it was just the shared bond as fellows who shared the post at the wheel of their respective ships. Maybe it was the way he was both like a man when she needed a man but straddled that line towards femininity as well that pulled her to him. She didt knw what it was but something about him made her feel comfortable and happy. As she looked up from the bed. "Winter? Is that you?" she said looking towards the shadow of him as he came back into the bedroom.
[Miles Renard] Attn: Dyan Cardamarone
Miles stirred a bit as he began to awaken in his quarters. At first he wasn't sure what it was that he felt next to him. But as he began to stir he remembered. After their sparring match, and the subsequent enjoyment they shared afterwards. She had came back with him to his quarters where they enjoyed each others company for a while more before drifting to sleep.
Usually it would be more than strange to find himself in this situation and the awkwardness was permeating his mind. Still the comfort of her naked body laying slightly atop his own naked form gave him a certain comfort he had never felt. He was compelled to gently kiss her neck and run his hands over her wings. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for enjoying this kind of intimacy after mating. More-so, he couldn't help but enjoy the feelings he had as he wrapped his tail around her and ran his hands through her wings as she slept against his furred body.
[ Winterbourne ] Attn: Aisha S'Ithi
Returning, Cale saw Aisha stirring, and he stepped back to her while rubbing the sleep and residual alcohol inebriation from his eyes.
"In all honesty, I am not entirely sure just yet," he replied with a hoarse voice, his white hair standing on its end and his cursory attempt to comb it down quite futile. "I did end up in these particular quarters so I'd say it's a fair chance that's the case. I will not take much else for granted though. Not without some coffee and something for this headache."
He sat down next to her in the bed and raked both sets of fingers through his hair, trying to sort it all out. He tried to come up with a reason why Riptor would leave so suddenly without even saying goodbye, but he supposed there was any number of duty-related reasons why he'd have to leave. Perhaps his squadron was ready to depart from the Fighter Assault Bay ahead of time. Perhaps there was still maintenance to be done to them before they could, so he had to report to that frightening Squadron Commander of his, going by the apt callsign Phantom. But... why was there... a woman at the door, stroking his cheek?
In retrospect, he might have been wrong. The voice he had heard when he woke up could have been female, but it was not a certainty. He was not sure he had seen that hand on Riptor's cheek either, honestly, since he had barely woken up just yet. Perhaps the idea of a lover by the door had surfaced because of jealousy, being fond of Riptor as he was.
Glancing towards the woman that was usually at the helm of the Harbinger, now being in his bed, Cale gave her a lopsided smile, his back halfway turned towards her where he sat. "Yesterday was pretty wild, right?" he said with a chuckle, "I can hardly believe how things developed down there by the beach. I am not sure how much of a role as a facilitator that blonde Risian played in the events, but I am still very grateful to have been there... partaking in the madness. It was a great experience."
[ Thomas Ravon | Rawley's quarters ]
It had been a long yet satisfying night for Thomas, a smirk could not be wiped off his face as he walked through the corridors of the Theurgy. He was on his way to Rawley her bunk, even though it was dead right early to be up and about after such a heavy night. The prospect of working on the captured Reaver had dragged him out of his sleep and after taking enough time to freshen up and get his clothes on, he decided Rawley should share in the joy of early wake up calls.
It was still pretty quiet in the corridors and he imagined a lot of people would still be sleeping out their hangovers or regretting their shift had started. He turned into the corridor that lead to Rawley her quarters now and stopped at the door. He let the door slide open and stepped inside the room. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he sighed softly as he reckoned she was somewhere in her bed, with or without company. Somewhere he regretted the poor guy or girl that had walked into her web as he or she would probably get yelled or kicked out. Though that prospect lead to some amusement for Thomas. "Computer, lights please." he said and narrowed his eyes a bit.
As the lights sprung on in the room, the chaos around him was shocking yet not that chaotic at the same time. The smirk on his face only became a bit bigger as he noticed Rawley at the table, already in such a great mood it seemed. He looked around in the room and took all of the mess around him into his mind. It seemed like she had some great party here. His eyes stopped at the table as he looked at Rawley, noticing the bottle of booze. He stepped towards the table as she grunted and asked what the hell happened. "Well, I wasn't around here last night so you tell me." He answered her and fished the bottle off the table. He looked at the bottom of it to check if there was still anything in it, only to notice that it was empty. "Maybe I did see one or two ensigns flee the room though before I got in..." He teased her as he picked her panties off the neck and held it up with one finger. He seemed to inspect it a bit before making eye contact with Rawley.
[Sten Covington's quarters] Attn: Nahrik Cinsaj
Sten was running a little late. The previous night's celebrations had taken a toll on the Chief of the Deck all right. Following his merry romp with Rawley, be had returned to the main area of the party and he continued to imbibe serious quantities of alcohol and synthehol. Being a large man with a tolerance to match was an asset, but he was no longer nineteen years old and the original chime if the alarm clock had gone ignored until he woke up again, only to feel the warm and soft presence that shared his bed. Who was it? I was definitely female and they did have a good deal of fun if the clothes strewn about were any indication. And a quick check revealed it had been the Boslic engineer.
How the hell had that happened? While a degree of professional respect had been established the previous day, there was still little love lost between these two. How much did I drink?
However, Sten did not wake the woman as he busied himself by tidying up his quarters a little before taking a rapid shower and it was with nothing but a standard-issue towel about his waist that be made his way back towards his bedroom, and incidentally his uniform. And when he saw the very much awake Nahrik in one of his undershirts, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Well good morning."
[ Rawley ] Attn: Nolan
Evelyn grunted as she made out the silhouette of Razor in the garish light, hearing his jokes on her behalf.
"Fuck you, Tom," she rasped in her coarse Brittish accent and snatched her panties from his fingers, but she had to remain seated for a bit longer so she ended up holding her head together with her hands - the underwear lassoed around her fingers instead. "Shit, I have not felt like like such an acidic pool of vaginal discharge since I was in the Academy. How the fuck did I survive to flight school?"
With great labour, she got to her feet, supporting her weight on the edge of the table. The table, however, did not support her, so it tilted over and almost made her fall. It crashed down on the deck plating and she stumbled off to the side, catching herself on the doorframe to the bathroom. "Bloody hell," she mumbled and got her legs in order by leaning on the support she'd found. It was only when she was standing that she felt the soreness between her legs, verifying the fact that Nolan might not have been jesting. The undershirt she wore was not Starfleet issue, but rather a civilian garment that anyone might have brought to the holodeck for the celebrations. Unbuttoned, it just barely preserved her modesty as she leaned her aching head against the edge of the doorway, but she honestly could not make herself care about covering herself up because Razor was there, for her modesty was far down her list of current discomforts. She had the vaguest notion to put on her panties again, but she reckoned quickly that she needed a shower first lest she'd be smelling like a brewery all over the Flight Hangar.
"Why the hell are you here anyway?" she croaked and cleared her throat, trying to assemble her shattered mind. She was not bothered if he'd come to remind her about her pending shift, for her curses were not directed at him. No, her swearing usually maintained the calibre that would make nuns faint and children cry. Having asked, suspecting the answer, she turned her back towards him and removed the undershirt - her naked frame revealed just before she laid in a stumbling course towards the shower. Her naked body was, while toned and otherwise flawless, showing old scars and puckered seams of surgery. No dermal regenerator had been allowed near her skin, as much was evident.
She realised that the sliding doors shut behind her, so he'd have to step after to reply. That did not, however, stop her from turning on the shower and stepping in. She hawked and tried to spit out the foul taste in her mouth, hands on the shower wall for support. Who the hell did I end up fucking last night? Shit, Chief Covington... again? Had he been in her quarters as well?
"Are you trying to fool me, Razor?" she called to override the shower, water coursing down her body, "It was you who fucked me last night, didn't you? You claimed your prize for me flying the Reaver, huh?"
[ Cinsaj ] Attn: CanadianVet
Indeed, this was an awkward situation if she'd ever known one. The Covington man was not representative for her kind of taste in partners, and the other day, they had not really seen eye to eye in regard to her new contract. He questioned her expertise and refused to trust her to do her job without his full control over every little move she made in "his" hangar.
The thought had occurred to her that he was simply being discriminating towards her because she was female, alien or simply younger than him. Either way, she thought that if he did, he completely fit the archetype of what human males in their fiftieth Earth cycle were like. So she supposed that she was not entirely flawless and objective in her regard of him either, but regardless what viewpoint one might chose to observe this encounter, neither one of them were entirely content or happy with the surprise. On her end, she had at least been in control of her mind and memories when the Ferengi forced themselves on her during all those years, so it was genuinely frightening to consider that she had lost herself so completely.
"Why," she began, swallowing to ease her achingly dry throat, "why can't I remember anything? How could we... I mean, why would I... Did you put something in... It does not make sense, that's all. Frax, my head..."
She clutched her marked forehead and walked off towards the bathroom, meaning to drink some water before she tried to shower off the smell of human upon her. Had she been taken advantage of? How could she tell if she had? She could not judge if she had been raped like the Ferengi had raped her. She had no means to deal vengeance lest she knew the truth. No means to cover herself as she bent over the sink to...
"Eek!!" She struggled to cover her bare behind, splashing water clumsily as she did. She rounded on the human and dared him make fun of her with her glare.
[Thomas Ravon] Attn: Lucan
The smirk never left his face as Rawley snatched the panties out of his fingers. He leaned against the table for a second as he looked at her, head buried in her hands as the alcohol probably caused for a nasty echo in her head. At her comment about surviving flight school, Thomas shrugged his shoulders, letting go of the table and inspecting Evelyn her room. "You fucked your way to the top maybe?" he continued to tease her, basically on the verge of mocking her. "It sure has been a while since I saw you this knackered though." He continued as Rawley razed herself to her feet.
The table tipping over and crashing down made Thomas turn around and see what had happened. Evelyn was still on her feet, sort of, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes rolled over her noticing the bare breasts under the shirt. The buttons loose enough to see her skin underneath it, further down, well there was nothing there that covered up her sex and he followed her legs to the floor as they struggled to find a balance. "I'm here because our shift started about fifteen minutes ago. And we we're going to our little spoil of war." he answered her, he was not really surprised or shocked that she got rid of the shirt and he took note of the various scars and seams as she stumbled towards the shower. "Christ... Eve, do you need a hand to get to that shower?" He asked now, clearly seeing that she'd probably be not much use today on a flight deck.
Yet before an answer came the doors went shut. In fact he wasn't even sure if she heard what he had said, rolling his eyes he went after her. The sliding doors moving open again and the sound of the water reached his ears. So she did make it somehow to the shower in one piece. He leaned against the doorframe now as he waited for her, seeing her vague figure through the steam of the shower. What she shouted out next made Thomas smile "Oh, I wouldn't dare to fool you Ranger... Not in the state you're in now." He answered her, cheery enough and clearly being amused about the situation still "In fact, I still need to collect that." he reminded himself loud enough so she could hear him "Anyway, why do you think I fucked you? Have you been fucked so hard that it wiped your brain?" he asked her, trying to lure her out of her tent.
[ Evelyn Rawley] Attn: Nolan
Despite everything, Razor's comment made Rawley cough out a derisive, short laugh against the glass wall. "Don't flatter yourself, hot shot," she rasped and cleaned her teeth with a finger, "I hardly think you'd make such a lasting impression. Besides..."
She ran her hands back her scalp and shook her head before glancing out the glass towards Thomas. "...by your own bloody words, I heard you have yet to collect," she said with a crooked smile and blood-shot eyes, "So don't oversell your cock when it's too fucking scared of me to come out and play."
Done with the shower, she pinched the bridge of her nose and stepped out - pearls of water coating her body as she reached for a towel, wrapping it low around her hips while she added, "You should stick it where it likes to be. It must think me tainted or something. That I have teeth down there too... or something." She took a second towel and turned her back on Razor, beginning to dry off her arms and neck before the mirror, feeling like shit... but what's new? She had a shift to attend to, and a Reaver to explore.
"Erectile dysfunction or not, you can still use your hands, can't you?" she idly chided Razor, and began to dry her head with her second towel, back still turned to him, "I need a fucking uniform..."
[Wenn Cinn] attn Ida
The celebration the night before on the holodeck had proved to be a very welcome distraction from the insanity of the mission and his return. Cinn had woken with a satisfied smile still on his face but reminded himself quickly that returning to his usual stoic demeanour was the only option despite how he may feel on the inside. He couldn't afford to let one night of throwing regulations to the wind distract him from his job.
He had decided that passing by Ida's quarters early, as he had been summoned to the awakening of the badly injured crewman, would be an acceptable grounding. He wanted to speak to her about the requirements for the morning as he would be in meetings for a couple of hours at least. Reaching her door he pressed the chime and waited. Nothing happened. He wondered whether she would still be asleep after a heavy night or whether she was awake and busy. The answer came soon enough as a freshly showered and still be-towelled Ida appeared at the door.
"Good morning. I trust you had a pleasant evening?" Cinn smirked at the hard expression Ida threw his direction.
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything... or anyone," he said with a healthy dose of insinuation and looked over her shoulder to see if there was evidence of anyone else in her quarters.
[Thomas Ravon] Attn: Lucan
Before Thomas could comment on Rawley her reaction he got shut down by the assumption of an erectile dysfunction. For a few seconds though he had found nothing to come up with to counter argue. Going full on defensive would probably just make Rawley revel and enjoy herself even more. Perhaps a more solid action should be taken to this matter?
His eyes went over her naked body and he looked up at her as she stood in front of the mirror. He stepped closer now and looked at her face through the mirror. "Aren't you tainted than?" he asked her with a smirk. He waited until she was drying up her face before he moved in.
He forced her against the wall, face sticking against the mirror while his hand pulled the towel off her waist. "Before I stick anything anywhere, I damn hell want to be sure you don't have any teeth down there." he growled in her ear. His hand reached down, moving over her abdomen down between her thighs. He ran his hand through her lips and he expected at least a struggle or a fight of this. Rawley wasn't really the person who would let this go unpunished, but he was craving for a good fight, or a good fuck...
She understood exactly what he meant. "Yea Coffee can help with the headache but I can think of one even better," she said gently walking up behind him and placing her scaled hands against both sides of his face over his temple and gently rubbing it hoping the pressure and motion would ease the headache he was feeling. "guess its a good thing that I didn't drink as much as the rest of you. At least one of us should be able to have a clear head full of those wonderful memories." She said softly kissing his neck. as she rubbed the sides of his head gently hoping the temporal massage would help ease the headache. She looked over at the replicator. "Two cups of the black drink please." she said.
The computer made one of those strange staticy tones before replying, "Insufficient information."
She sighed, Access data on the North American indiginous plant common name Yaupon holly Extrapolate from data a tea prepared by the following means. Parch the leaves and braches Then in a large stock pot boil the browned leaves and branches in water until the liquid reaches a dark brown to black color. afterwards strain into a cooling vessel. From said information replicate two coffee cups of the resulting tea. At a normal hot tea temperature."
The computer piped up, "According to data given the drink contains a abnormally large wuantity of ca..."
"I know computer, I know what it does it's a herbal medicine used by Missisipian native American tribes. That's what its supposed to do. Just make the damned drink already and file it as a form of detox treatment if you have to.
"Understood" That said two cups of the drink appeared in the replicator.
Aisah smiled as she took one of the cups and took a sip grimacing a bit remembering the taste suddenly remembering how the black drink always was a bit of an acquired taste though vaguely reminiscent of tea. she nodded "yep that's the stuff." she said in a satisfied tone before walking into the washroom and spitting out the small sip into the sink after having held it in her mouth for a few moments.
Already her eyes looked a bit more awake than before as she brought him his cup. "It's hot but drink it as quickly as you can. Make sure you swallow it, and yes it is supposed to taste something tea-ish."
((OOC: the drink is known best as "the black drink" It was used in the purification rituals of many native American tribes of the north American southeast otherwise know as the Mississippian tribes. It contains in a single cup as 3.0-6.0 grams of caffeine. Where on average 1 gram of caffeine is approximately 6 cups of coffee. the most well known effect of the black drink is it is a natural emetic. (a substance that can cause vomiting)
I don't know the IRL time frame but I will assume after drinking he would begin to feel nausea approximately 30 secs to a minute after drinking it. The effects after he is through I imagine will be similar to the caffeine surge of having drank about 10 espresso shots and feeling like he went through a day of detox at a sweat lodge.
If you are curious how I came upon this info I looked up if there were any herbal remedies or native teas that might be something she could suggest for him instead of coffee. Everything that it said about the black drink made me think that based on their liberties with other things in native culture Star Trek would probably treat the black drink ritual as "Detox in a coffee cup."
[ ThanIda zh'Wann ] Attn: TheBanshee
The Chief of Security teased her when she opened the door, and Ida narrowed her eyes at him - antennae rising in ill humour. She even folded her arms and cocked a hip as she regarded his smirk, her own lips thinning. "If you were, it would be none of your business, Cinn," she said in a quiet tone, but she did not linger on the topic. She turned and walked back into her quarters. "I need to speak with you, actually. Could you come in while I get ready?"
The sitting area was not far beyond the doorway and adjacent to the bathroom, so Ida went to the fogged-up mirror and washstand, telling the computer to keep the sliding doors open on the way there. That way, she could brush her wet hair and still speak to Cinn while he waited outside. She picked up the Starfleet issue blowdryer and overrode the small noise it made when she spoke. "I wanted to tell you this before either of the two Captains approached you." She clenched her jaw and continued to brush her hair while she spoke. "The USS Harbinger has a skeleton crew, but that does not mean they are without need for protection. Ensign Acreth killed all but one Petty Officer Cardamone when she escaped from the Brig during the attack on Theta Eridani IV, so there are no senior officers left to lead a new security detail aboard the Harbinger."
Ida felt pearls of water tickle her blue skin as she tended to her hair, and her face was still freckled with small droplets when she stepped towards the doorway, meaning to look Cinn in the eye when she told him.
"I mean to apply for Chief of Security on the Harbinger," she said simply without ceremony, turning off the blowdryer and standing in the doorway to the bathroom, "Yesterday, Captan Vasser already suggested it before I did." Technically, it had been Chief Ravenholm that broached the topic, but that held little consequence. She merely wanted Cinn to understand that it was not just her own initiative.
"Given what I told you in my office... about what happened to me during the time when you were away, I hope you understand that while I do look forward to being your Deputy again, I might need a fresh start... on a new ship. I also want to point out that I am not considering this as a career move, for there is no prestige to be found during this mission of ours."
She left her brush and hairdryer behind and stepped out to the sitting area, putting her hands on the back of an armchair and leaning on it while she spoke to Cinn. "On the Senior Staff Meeting, the suggestion to have me transferred will come up, so...." she sighed, glancing away, "I would like to know what you think before that. I personally think its the right choice for the mission and the need to protect the Harbinger crew now that they have been decimated, but also from a personal standpoint given recent events. So..."
Ida trailed off where she stood, looking to Cinn with the wish that he'd break the ensuing silence.
[ Evelyn Rawley ] Attn: Nolan
When Razor asked his strange question about whether o not she was tainted, Rawley did not have the energy to frown at him in the mirror's reflection - not understanding what he was referring to. She figured he was not inclined to go fetch her uniform, but thought no more of it until she dried her head and face with her towel.
"He-ey!" she exclaimed when Thomas pushed her up against the washstand and the mirror, pinning her against the cold glass surface and the edge of the porcelain. "What are you-? What the fuck do you think...!" Her eyes went wide when he ripped the towel from her hips, baring her against the pressure of his body against her own - the side of her face held firmly against the mirror. She tried to backtrack what she had said and understand what the fuck was going on, and she could but come up with one theory.
"I did not mea- Hey! Ngh!" Suddenly, Thomas had slipped one hand down between her legs, and Evelyn felt his fingers rub her tender labia insistently. It did not exactly hurt, rather the opposite, but it ignited her ire for real because she was certainly in no fucking mood to mess around. "Take your hands off me, RazorI I said I n-needed a uniform, and you had hands to help me bring one, you bloody dimwit!"
Admittedly, she might not have been too clear about it, and the resulting misunderstanding and development would have made any number of women feel threatened and exposed to a sexual assault, but Rawley was more fighter than woman, so she lashed back. She struck backwards with her right elbow, meaning to catch Thomas over the side of his face. Being pinned against the edge of the washstand was problematic, but regardless of hard she managed to strike him, she'd secondly try to push away from the washstand and make him trip backwards. From that point on, if she succeeded, it would be all fists and kicks to take him down.
She fought like a cornered cheetah in ferocity despite her short stature, making up for what she lacked in muscles with her rage. The only thing that mellowed her ire was her hung-over state of mind, which might serve to keep her from dealing permanent damage to her squadmate.
[ Winterbourne ] Attn: IronFerrox
"Wonderful memories indeed," said Cale and closed his eyes with delight when his Cardassian lover massaged his temples and kissed his neck from behind where he sat upon the edge of the bed. He only opened them slightly during her debate with the replicator, which eventually led to Aisha leaving the bed and him being rewarded with the sight of her naked self picking up the two cups that had materialised. He frowned in her direction when she sipped from one cup and vanished to the bathroom, hearing her spit out what she had tasted.
"So... I really should drink this then?" he verified with raised eyebrows when she returned to him and gave him his cup. He smelled it first, but he had not the best sense of smell so most of the scents were hard to pick out. He decided to trust her since it seemed like a concoction made by her adopted human people, being of the old native american bloodlines. It seemed so remote, that one of her species had been brought up and schooled in a centuries old human culture. It only added to the many intriguing qualities she had, and fed his appreciation for the unknown and his need to explore her more. "Okay then..."
Winterbourne started with a sip, and it really did not taste well, but he continued to drink it all down as best as he could without scalding his tongue. Immediately, it seemed to clear his head and make the skin on his face tingle with re-activating nerve-endings. His stomach complained loudly, but his mind slowly cleared and the headache subsided somewhat in intensity. He grimaced a bit since the taste wanted to linger in his mouth.
"I don't know about the drink," he said in light humour where he sat on the edge of the bed and coughed into the bend of his arm, but his eyes lingered on Aisha as he added, "but the service and the staff in this place sure makes up for it."
He could not even remember the last time he had a naked woman roaming around in his quarters. There were usually men, admittedly...
She lightly laughed about his comment on the drink, "Actually I would advise you excuse yourself to the latrine if it feels like the black drink wants come back up. For centuries was used various purification rituals among different tribes particularly before war. I think your stomach may be telling you exactly what the purification ritual entails." she said with a bit of humor. Dont worry after you get back I'll have us both something much better that is sure to get rid of any other lingering effects. I promise this one will taste a lot better.and will even help a bit more with the headache. She said as she walked over to the replicator. "Tea, Wintergreen Hot. she specified as she sipped at her cup of the Black drink holding the liquid in her mouth for a moment letting the caffeine absorb before swallowing it having learned to not let it bother her stomach as easily by taking slow sips of it though never having learned how to like the taste. Still she had to admit the caffeine buzz more than made up for the taste.
Taking the two cups of wintergreen tea out of the replicator she smiled walking over to a seat not even bothering to look for her clothes deciding that if he didn't mind her state of undress she may as well enjoy the liberation of not having to get into a uniform for at least a while more. She always had always enjoyed the rare moments of having the luxury of going without clothing finding the freedom relaxing as she waited for him to come out of the bathroom knowing it might be a few minutes remembering the first time she had been introduced to this drink and remembering how it tended to react to a stomach full of alcohol and not much else. she silently apologized to him knowing that the worst for him was moments away but knowing afterwards the hangover would be far less pronounced thanks to the mixture of caffeine and the rejection of whatever alcohol was still in his stomach.
OOC: the tea she has had made now is wintergreen tea and is is a tea made from the plant http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaultheria_procumbens (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaultheria_procumbens) also called wintergreen or teaberry. It is a form of herbal tea and from what I understand its a tea with a light minty flavor that has been used as a Native American herbal remedy for amongst other things headaches as the essential oil of the plant is very similar to the headache drug Asprin. Basically this combination of temple rub vomit inducing caffeine drink and chasing it all with natural aspirin containing minty tea has been her personal preferred cure for hangover for quite a while. the final item in the hangover cure is usually a long warm shower (that's even more relaxing if it's shared with someone.)
[ Soo Young Seung ] Attn: Anyone
Groaning, Soo rolled over. The party had ended hours ago but the pounding in her head hadn't stopped, or even lessened. Inside her fractured mind, she promised to never drink again, which she did every time she had a hangover. She wiped the crust from her brown eyes, and the vicious light that assaulted her made her cringe. Quickly, she closed them again and buried her face in the pillow.
What happened last night? She couldn't remember. After she had a private little time with the Ovri nurse, everything was a blur of music and shots, which had soon turned to complete oblivion. The last thing Soo could remember somewhat clearly was talking to someone - probably not a hologram - at the bar. And then... nothing.
She moaned into the soft pillow. It was time to get something for her headache. She rolled over, and slammed her elbow into a pillow. A pillow that grunted.
Her eyes widened. This is not happening... No bloody way. Slowly, she looked behind her, eyes bleary. Doing so, she also realised that she was as naked as the day she was born. Oh, shit...
[Lin Kae]
He had been too comfortable to move or open his eyes, simply enjoying the feeling of remaining in bed, avoiding any stimulus that might have kicked in a hangover and left him sorely trying to put together the pieces of the night before. The first thing that tipped him off that something wasn't right was when he shifted in the bed, and realized it was bare skin against the sheets. He never slept naked, always having his underwear on. When an elbow hit him in the side, though, was when he knew something definitely wasn't right. His eyes snapped open, shooting up in the bed, and finding himself staring at . . .
Oh shit.Soo Young Seung wasn't exactly a stranger. They might have passed one another in the hallways when working aboard the
Theurgy, maybe said some form of greeting in passing, but this was far beyond that. He was naked in a bed with her, also naked, the sheet the only thing keeping either of them from fully appreciating the other. "Did . . . did we . . . ?" He couldn't bring himself to say it, but the signs seemed to point toward it. Sharing a bed together, naked? The only way they couldn't have had sex was if they both fell unconscious from drinking too heavily.
[Thomas Ravon]
The elbow Rawley swung his way hit Thomas straight where it had intended to. The blow dazed him a bit, allowing Rawley to break free from her position. He managed to raise his fist and regain his composure just before Rawley would be able to strike down the seven hells down on him. Clearly he had misunderstood the situation entirely yet a good fight was something he needed, the consequences of how and what however would be something completely different to answer for later. He didn't even try to justify his actions. "Come on Evelyn..." he said softly, teasingly almost, wanting her to go berserk.
He equaled his footing now and cleared his mind. What exactly triggered him to go this self destructive? It was something that had completely been dormant during his stay at Theurgy. Perhaps the cropped up feelings of being a hunted prey by the Federation or perhaps it could be something that was way deeper down. Either way it was something that he couldn't really think of right now, right now, he only felt the urge for a really good fight. He waited for Rawley to make the first move, yet he was ready for her, ready to repel each and every kick or swing she'd deal out at him.
[ Soo Young Seung ] Attn: Kurohigi
The confusion and doubt that the Bajoran young man radiated reflected Soo's own consternation, and with wide-eyed shock, Soo scrambled out of bed - yanking the blanket with her on the way.
Though she had not counted on her limbs feeling like leaden weights and her sense of balance so off that she could not tell up from down when she got her feet on the floor. With a sail of her billowing blanket behind her, and heralded by her indignant cry of surprise, she careened off the bed and crashed-landed into a heap of textile and bare limbs. Having landed thus, she wanted nothing else than to remain and hide as best she could, but she was hurting too much - unsure whether her headache had spread down her limbs or she managed to strike the floor too hard in her fall.
So eventually, she peeked up over the edge of the bed, only her eyes and her hair - completely on its end - showing as she regarded her happenstance bedpartner. "You are..." she blinked hard, "the hologram wizard, right? The one who unshackled Thea? I was MIA at the time so I have only heard the stories, but I was there when you made her able to leave the ship with that... emitter thing. But... why would... How did we..? I have not spoken with you before, have I?"
A hand surfaced from below the bed as she held her head, groaning in pain, "I'm Soo... or Oracle, anyway. Do you remember anything? Did we..?"Hesitantly, she reached down with her other hand... and the soreness confirmed it. "I... think we did..."
[ Evelyn Rawley ] Attn: Nolan
This could potentially have been the worst morning she'd had in a long time, and that including the couple of months she had spent in Sickbay. Rawley had no idea what she'd done the night before, she was so hungover she thought she was actually still drunk, and she had woken up in a chair with a cramp in her neck that would not go out. From the moment her eyes were open, she had been heckled by her squadmate, and now, having asked - albeit impolitely - for him to get her uniform, she had ended up in a bloody fist-fight!
"Fuck you, Razor," she hissed, face contorted in rage, and she picked up the glasses standing on the washstand, throwing them at him with brutal force. Her toothbrush clattered on the floor. She picked up a plastic container stacked with towels and sent it the same direction that the two glasses had gone, and then she snatched up the square and heavy weight indicator and hurled it like a bastard frisbee against Thomas. "Get the fuck out of my quarters!"
In the wake of the flying onslaught of objects, Rawley flew in, dealing consecutive fire with close-quarters attacks to try and finish what her artillery had begun. She had no regard for her own nakeness, coming at him like a bat out of hell and with burning ire in her eyes.
[ Winterbourne ] Attn: IronFerrox
True to Aisha's word, Winterbourne's stomach rumbled again in a couple of seconds, and he decided to take her advisement for the recuperation before it was too late. He excused himself and headed to the bathroom, and in the movement to rise up from the edge of the bed, the effects hit Cale in full force. No more had the sliding doors of the bathroom shut behind him than the convulsion started deep down in his throat. He landed on his knees and heaved with the force of the regurgitation.
Five minutes later, Winterbourne emerged from his bathroom again, having brushed his teeth but still looking more sick than he had before he had drunk the black concoction. Yet in seeing Aisha where she at and with the cup of tea available, Cale sat down on the edge of the bed again with a deep sigh. The new air and the lessening hold of disgorgement, added with the first sip of the tea, made him smile weakly where he sat in his black underwear.
"That was... intense, in lack of a better word," he said, and found the energy to chuckle, "so what is next, tea and hoping for the best?"
[Sten Covington] Attn: Cinsaj
As the Boslic spoke and moved past him, Sten made his way back into the bedroom where he started getting dressed. And it was then he noticed his hands. He might be the Chief of the Deck and not get his hands as ditch as he used to, but he was still very much involved with fighter maintenance. And as such, his big hairy paws had gathered more than their shares of burns, scars and scrapes and various other injuries. However, he did not burst his knuckles at work the previous day.
And then, as Cinsaj yelped, some memories resurfaced through the fog of alcohol. Two of Harbinger's pilots had cornered her, one had her pinned down while the other was reaching for his belt buckle...
That would explain these more recent injuries, and the bruise on his ribs.
"I'm not entirely sure what happened, but I'm fairly certain you followed me willingly, and that I didn't touch you."
[Thomas Ravon] Attn: Lucan
The barrage of glass and pretty much everything that was moveable in the bathroom was not really something Razor had expected. The glass shattered against his elbows as he tried to repel them. Yet the heavier weight indicator was dodged by just an inch. He prepared himself just in time as the close quarter combat began. Countering most of Rawley her swings and kicks, he dealt out a few blow himself, not really inclined to leave her quarters just yet.
The normal thought pattern inside Thomas his mind had been completely wiped at the moment it seemed. The look in his eyes much hollower and empty than before. It was as if this wasn't really Thomas anymore and the way he fought off Rawley was a nice example of it. He fought wilder and more savage, dealing out rough blows and vicious strikes in places he knew Rawley was still weak after her stay in Sickbay. There seemingly was no sign of the old Razor at this time and the fight continued.
She smiled softly, "Well, after the tea, I would suggest a nice long shower while I take care of you and help you get rid of what's left of that headache in every way I can think of. It's the least I can do for you being part of a fantasy I had secretly wanted for years after all." She said softly feeling a bit attached to the helmsman, her kindred spirit on the Theurgy so to speak. For certain it wasn't a love or romance, though she did enjoy his company and absolutely loved every second convincing him how much a female can please him just as well as a man could. In a way she felt a sport in the way it was clear he preferred male company. It was like everything she did was a game to show him anything a guy could do she could do so much more for him. In a way that little game made everything all the more fun for her.
She smiled softly turning her back to him before bending over to pick a piece of clothes off the floor. A bit of swimwear that she had hastily discarded after entering the room the night before. As she moved her naked scaled body was fully exposed and as she bent over it was all to easy to see the split between her legs softly glistening in a bit of morning dew that was oh so intentionally revealed for him to see that she was his to take whenever he desired.
Se smirked looking back to him as got back up and walked over to the replicator whispering a couple sentences to it then grabbing whatever it had just replicated hiding it as she made her way towards the bathroom before looking back. "I'm going to use your shower; feel free to join me." She said as she disappeared into the washroom and the sound of a sonic shower starting could be heard.
[Lin Kae]
Soo pulling the blanket away made him instinctively place a hand over his manhood, obscuring it from sight. As she took her fall, knees apparently still weak from whatever happened last night, he forgot about modesty and was more concerned with her, leaning out over the bed to check on her, his nudity a distant memory at that point. "You okay?" he asked, eyes locked on her face, not on any exposed bits which might have been unveiled from her fall. As she asked about him, using a nickname he hadn't heard before, he felt a bit of a flush come across his face. "Is that what people are calling me now? Yeah, I'm Lin Kae, Holographic Specialist. I don't think we've ever said more then two words at a time to each other, usual greetings when we're passing each other in a hallway. I have . . . no idea how we ended up here."
As she reached between her thighs, his eyes averted their gaze, but as she confirmed that it seemed they had had relations that night, he swallowed a heavy lump that formed in his throat. "I'm not sure what to say in this kind of situation. This has never happened to me before." One night stands, even drunken ones, had never been a part of his life. Hell, sex with organic girls was unusual for him, Kae always suffering a bit of social anxiety with anyone who wasn't made of protons. Skye carver, through some extraordinary circumstances, had helped him with overcoming that a bit, but Soo Young was only the second woman of flesh and blood he had been with, if everything was as it appeared to be.
[ Soo Young Seung ] Attn: Kurohigi
Soo was about to say that this kind of thing never happened to her either! But... she realised that... well, that would not be entirely true. She shut her mouth and cleared her throat, suddenly remembering one or two occasions that she had also used alcohol in order to cope with the stress of sensing people's thoughts and emotions all around her. Yet as for the night before, she did not remember Lieutenant Lin at all, but she did remember that Ovri nurse that had used that long tongue of hers in ways she had never...
Blushing even more, Soo reeled her mind out of the gutter and to the present. "Well, I can't really say I know what to say either..." She grabbed a fistful of the blanket and held it to her chest as she stood up, her balance a bit better but her headache still lingering. "It is just s-" Standing, she saw that Lin Kae was completely naked where he had laid on the bed and had looked down on her. Upon realising this, her eyes went wide and she quickly turned around with a startled sound, meaning to grant him some modesty. The problem was how that exposed her entire backside to him instead, resulting in another indignant sound escaping her as she awkwardly tried to wrap the blanket around herself without falling over.
"Would you just-! I mean can you-?" She gave up trying to say something coherent, hard as it was to keep a trail of thought. She finally managed to tuck the blanket like she would use a towel underneath her armpits and quickly set about looking for her clothes around the bed, heart beating fast. She really tried to not look at the Bajoran while she searched for her garments, but it was kind of tricky since he was just... there."Have you seen my shorts and my white top? Underwear, yes, I had underwear too. Where the hell-?"
This was silly. While she soon saw how their clothes had been left as breadcrumbs leading out into the front of her quarters, she could not just leave him there as if he had done something wrong. This had obviously been both their faults. She rounded on him instead, taking a deep breath and looking at him, trying to not look anywhere she souldn't, hard as it was. "I am sorry. Let's start over. Hi, I'm Soo Young Seung, like I said. Nice to... make your aquaintance, I guess?"
She held out her hand to him, giggling nervously at the more formal greeting.
[ Evelyn Rawley ] Attn: Nolan
The fighting took them out of the bathroom and back into the trashed main living area, Rawley's leaden strikes hard yet imprecise since the adrenaline could not quite clear her head. She tried to slam Thomas' head into the doorpost as they left the bathroom, but she failed, instead getting hit over the temple.
The world spun upside down and she almost fell over, since the head trauma that last had put her in Sickbay reminded itself quite severely. That Ravon would strike her like that just showed her that this was not friendly fire. She had obviously ticked him off with her jargon, which might not be too surprising but she had never thought it would lead to a full on fight.
In order to get some respite for a few seconds, latched on to a chair and hurled it in Ravon's direction. "Computer, lights out!" she called, and while she might have called for security instead, she was not the girl that would let others do her fighting for her. If Ravon and her had a disagreement, she'd settle it herself. The darkness fell over her quarters, and she tried to focus, knowing exactly where she might dive and roll on order to get past Thomas and end up behind him. Going from a fully lit room to complete darkness blinded them both, but she had the upper hand on her own battlefield. Only problem was that she could not stop her head from spinning after that last blow.
Nevertheless, she picked up another aluminium chair and wordlessly struck it sideways where Ravon ought to be. Two swings, then three, the last with a cry boosting the force behind the swing. Only upon striking him did she toss the chair. "Lights one hundred percent!"
She was prepared for it since she said it, and then she snatched up the bottle that had been decorated with her panties not long ago - going after Ravon with it.
[ Winterbourne ] Attn: IronFerrox
Winterbourne was still coming to terms with the effects of whatever he had been asked to drink, but his eyes became still when Aisha tempted him with the display of her lower body she picked up a piece of her clothing from the floor. A lopsided smile came to him as he watched her move through his quarters, replicating something he did not catch what it was before heading towards his bathroom. Upon being invited into his own shower to join her, Winterbourne chuckled where he sat on the edge of the bed and shook his head at the boldness she showed towards him in her desires.
The woman intrigued him, that was certain, and while it had begun with an innocent fascination for her alien body back on Theta Eridani IV, he was not entirely sure what kept him so invested any more. They had become close friends, he supposed, but with certain benefits that he did not have with others aboard the Theurgy. Certainly not with any women, at least. There was the Chief Medical Officer, which he kept to himself for both their sakes. He could not even remember how it had happened the first time, but he still dreamed about those few times they'd shared.
The memories quickened him, and he rose from the bed with a smile on his lips and with unfitting ideas in his head - following Aisha just a couple of seconds after she turned on the sonic shower. He paused in the doorway to push down his black underwear with his, leaving him bare as he stepped out of them and closed the final distance - his pale yet lean body caught in the stark light of his bathroom.
"How could I refuse?" he said as he opened the glass door and stepped into the stall.
[ Narik Cinsaj ] Attn: CanadianVet
Scowling at the Covington man where he stood, Narik's eyes slowly dropped after he spoke and she also noticed the wounds upon his knuckles. Frowning at first, her eyebrows climbed with the images that came to flash before her eyes. The holodeck. Suraya Bay. She had started to drink in her VIP quarters while writing her diary, deciding that it would be a great idea to familiarise herself more with the crew of the Theurgy now that she had ended up there instead of the Harbinger. She had come upon a group on the sands of the amphitheatre that had brought a couple of crates with bottles from frax-knew-where, and she had grabbed the neck of two bottles containing some strange Human beverages.
"Oh, drizzt..." she whispered and put her hand over her marked forehead, closing her eyes. "I think I remember..."
But that was not the worst of it. There had been these two pilots, persistently following her in the group. She had acted friendly with them at first, made some chiding remarks that had gone completely over their heads, but the more she'd drunk the less patience she'd had for their antics, recognising the callous nature of those lecherous smirks as soon as she saw them. She had seen the expressions on many Ferengi when she'd been a slave. But how...
"I was parted from the group," she said, unsure about how it happened, "No, I saw you. Yes, I saw you returning from the beach. I decided to leave... but there was..."
They had followed her. The two pilots. She had been so inebriated she had barely been able to walk straight. Had she drunk that much of the human swill? Synthehol drinks did not make her that out of it. Regardless, they had followed her, and when she noticed them... It had been too late.
"You..." Narik's slate grey eyes rose, "you had followed me as well. They had me, but you showed up."
What he found within the stall was the Cardassian woman standing there her body with water caressing down its form. She gently guided him in and smiled softly. "Just close your eyes, relax and let me take care of you." she said softly as she placed her hands back on his temples and as the water caressed over him. She continued the soft temporal massage from earlier, gently caressing his neck and upper shoulder with her lips. Slowly she moved the massaging hands to his neck as she pressed her naked body against his back letting him feel her breasts pressing against his shoulder blades as a soft slippery sensation could be felt. It soon became clear that she was using her very body to lather his with soap as she continued the massage taking it down to his chest, then abdomen, before he felt her scaled hangs gently grasp his male organ slowly beginning to stroke it from behind as she fondled his balls as well before slowly moving around him to kiss his lips with hers then neck then chest before coming back up using her own torso to lather his front half up with soap. Occasionally she returned to tease his cock with a rhythmic but slow handjob while she just softly reminded him to keep his eyes closed relax and just enjoy, reminding him he had to do absolutely nothing but become putty in her hands that she could hope to mold into a tension free relaxed form free of every ache and worry.
Soon, he felt her moving down slowly grazing her lips against his chest stomach them abs before her hands once again returned to his human organ. Far from her hands being all that she gave him as he felt the familiar moistness of her lips and tongue softly against him as she began to gently slowly suck him off using her hands to gently mound his rump before a finger prodded and intruded into his anus pushing deep into him. SHe moved it around his colon searching as she waited to feel that reaction when her finger found his prostate so she would know exactly where inside that cavern she needed to massage. Finding her target she began to increase the movement and sucking of his blowjob as she intently began milking his cock for all it was worth guiding him to release his pre as her finger intently rubbed and stimulated his prostate to her full ability.
He may have noticed that the other hand had been absent for a few moments though but soon it rejoined the other slowly fingering around his asshole as the other stimulated him. There was no telling what the other hand had been up to though the human knew it probably had a lot to do with the item she had retrieved from his replicator that was still a mystery to him. Unbeknownst to him the mystery was about to be solved as she finally got what she wanted as he erupted into her eager mouth. She slowly swallowed every drop starting with her lips around his head then slowly began to deep throat him letting him feel her throat contract around his head as she swallowed every drop down. Slowly she withdrew her mouth from around his length taking time to savor him and licking him clean of every ounce of tasty cum before taking her hands and slowly washing his entire crotch clean before washing his legs and rear then feet as well.
Slowly he felt her get up and then amost in the same movements guide him down. As he was guided down to his knees presumably for him to give her a similar treatment to her own she smiled softly and spoke up. "You can open your eyes dear?" she said softly. As the youthful human opened his eyes he was met with a phallic object about a foot and a half in length in a shape and scaled pattern similar to the same scaled pattern of his guest's skin. Directly below it was her Cardassian slit though her clit was nowhere to be seen. It was more than clear though that the object was connected to that sensitive bud and was a device to mimic a male's organ for a female to use for a clitoral orgasm with another partner, essentially a device for the woman to make herself feel male.
"I know that you like males more." she said softly. "And I know you were saddened to see our last guest leave. "I was hoping that I could make that loss up to you though" she said gently. The enormous Cardassian modeled device graced her form almost as if it was always meant to be a part of her. "After everything you gave me last night and that wonderful breakfast you just gave me the least I can can do is try and let you have the morning you obviously wanted." she said as she softly guided his head forwards guiding him to begin sucking on the very realistic looking cock that was now attached to her otherwise feminine figure. "Go ahead and pretend I'm the male that you really desire." she said gently caressing the back of his neck. "I only wish I could also fill your throat with the delicious seed you crave." She said making it clear her only regret in this device was that she couldn't make the results even more real for her partner.
[Lin Kae]
Her brief eye contact with his bareness brought the self-conscience back, an arm moving down to censor himself again, even as she turned her back, exposing a round, well shaped buttocks to him. Say what you will about Tactical CONN, but their pilots were some of the most in-shape people Starfleet had. For the girl's that meant bodies like fitness models, like Skye or Hannah. Soo Young, perhaps in part to her heritage, was more like a martial artist, slimmer in her figure then the other two women, yet everything was well proportions, and firmer then -- Stop staring! He had to mentally scold himself, looking away from her posterior just as she finally wrapped herself up and properly hid herself.
He joined the search for clothes while remaining on the bed, covering himself. It mostly consisted of craning his head this way and that, looking for some hint. The trail of clothes soon made it obvious that they had tore into this bedroom with intent. It was something pretty intense, so much so that removal of clothes could not waist until they had a bed beneath them. Makes me wish I could remember, he thought, disappointed that some thing that must have been so hot and heavy wasn't even a blurry, incoherent memory, not a non-existent one.
She sought to clear the air, and perhaps dispel some awkward, though her introduction after a night of forgotten sex did make things still feel a bit awkward. "Lin Kae," he replied, about to reach up and shake her hand, before realizing the hand he needed was the one covering himself. After her own hand switch to the other, he used the free one to shake hers, while absentmindedly staring at the blanket that covered her. I must have seen every inch of what was beneath that blanket, did things that only the Prophets know to it. As embarrassing as this moment was, perhaps the greatest disappointment was not knowing, both what happened and, maybe more importantly, if it was any good for them.
[Wenn Cinn] attn Ida
Cinn stepped through the door and took a seat as he waited for his Deputy to get herself ready and also speak to him about whatever was on her mind. As she spoke he could feel his good mood ebbing away but expression didn't change. Instead he let her talk, to explain her motivations for her transfer application. He couldn't blame her for wanting a fresh start but he certainly felt that guilt return over his failing to prepare her for his death.
His eyes, which had been staring forward while she attended to her hair, returned to the towelled blue figure as she walked back through. He last word hung in the air and he let it linger there while he formed his thoughts into a coherent sentence. The silence was palpable in that time as the two security officers looked at each other.
"If it is what you want," he said, emotionless in his tone, "then I will support your application."
He paused again. There was a lot he had wanted to say but he couldn't or perhaps wouldn't. He had been so open and honest about how coming back had made him feel, even how he had felt when Ida had brought him up to speed on what had happened but now he could feel it all being locked down and held back again. Then he did what anyone who was struggling with a topic did, he changed the subject.
"I will be in meetings most of the morning it seems. You are aware of the Acreth situation and I will be discussing that with the Doctor later on. Monitor it but I want no interaction with it for the time being. I want a report on the damage to the ship in its relation to security, what is likely to cause us the most blindspots and potential breaches. Lastly I suppose you should begin to filter your suggestions for a potential replacement," Cinn listed his requests in a typically businesslike manner, only the last sentence having any kind of hesitation about it.
Standing, he headed back to the door, "I shall leave you to get yourself ready for duty and I will see you once the meetings have concluded."
With that he exited through the now-open door, more on his mind now that he had anticipated or would have liked.
[Sten Covington] Attn: Auctor Lucan
The Chief of the Deck's gaze met the Boslic's as she spoke. Her words, they made the last of the alcoholic fog clear from his mind and he too recalled things extremely clearly at this point. He was about to head out, his guitar slung across his back when he and noticed the civilian being eyeballed by a pair of pilots from the Harbinger. That of itself was not unusual, but when they followed her, he simply knew they were up to no good. After all they appeared to be friends of Riptor's and they likely wanted to avenge the insult done to him on her behalf.
"Actually, I followed them," replied the older man. "I wasn't sure what they were planning, but something told me it wasn't for your health." Oh, did he ever unleash seven kinds of hell on these two men, storming up behind them and striking without warning. A flash of recall brought to his mind the sight of one of the pilots, Smoke, slumping to the deck with his nose broken and a smear of blood on the bulkhead to mark the point of impact before he turned his large fists on Titan...
"Whatever our differences, lass, I wasn't about to let them jump you."
[ Soo Young Seung ] Attn: Kurohigi
With the switching of Lin Kae's hands to shake hers, Soo had thought to say something more after her attempt to smooth things over, but the... sight that had flashed before her and the growing impression of the Bajoran's thoughts distracted her - eyes widening at the implications she received from him.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, trying to handle it all as best as she could, "Kae, yes. Wow, I am sooo sorry, I did not mean to force you to switch hands like that, and... I mean, I did not intend to make you do so on purpose, I..." she cleared her throat, all too aware that the hand she was shaking had just been holding his... Stop it!
Heart still beating fast as she released the handshake, she frowned and followed the direction in which he was looking with her eyes, and that made her piece together his thoughts. "I... would hope the Prophets were not here last night too," she said, chuckling nervously since she could sense that he really wanted to see her naked. She keenly felt Kae's interest in her bleed into her emotions as well, and she also wondered just how much fun they'd had last night. He was just a couple of years younger than her, and she looked much younger than she really was, so perhaps that had piqued their interest in each other last night? Before she knew it, she was trying to re-imagine their act in that room, and just like that, Kae's thoughts of her had kindled her own curiosity.
That, in itself, would not have been a problem if she had not been half Betazoid, and she projected her feelings unto Kae - resulting in that feedback loop that often got her into trouble. She'd triggered Lt Cmdr. Renard in the same way, and the Ovri nurse only yesterday. Rawley used to make fun of her for it, back when they had been lovers, but now she was not in her company... but a complete stranger's.
"You m-must have seen everything, yes," she said nervously, pressing her legs together and shifting them a bit where she stood, "I kind of goes with the assumption that we had sex last night... I don't think I remember any Prophets stopping us either." She chuckled and pried her eyes away from the Bajoran on her bed, thinking that she had to leave before she got them both into the same mess that got them there in the first place.
"I... umm.. Shower, yes. I will be in the shower. You can... stay or go, I suppose. I will just be in the bathroom." And yet... she could not bring herself to leave, standing there in the torrent of her triggered and growing emotions, channelling them unto Lin Kae without being able to help it. She ended up looking at him instead of leaving, caught in the maelstrom.
[ Than'Ida zh'Wann ] Attn: TheBanshee
Wenn Cinn's reaction was... not expected.
Ida did not know what was worse; the lack of support when she asked for his opinion, the deafening silence between them as she stood there behind the armchair, or how he decided to pull rank on her instead of being the comrade-in-arms that she needed. She just stood there, however, taking the orders he gave her without saying anything, but the Ridgenose even had the nerve to lay it upon her to find a suitable replacement as his Deputy if she left. It was as if he wanted to milk out whatever last use he might have for her before she left!
Pushing away from the armchair, Ida took a couple of deep breaths, filtering what she wanted to say in her head three times over in order to not make a fool of herself. Her upper lip curled still, and a cold fire lit in her blue eyes just before he said something behind her back. Shall be leaving me to..? Was he just going to..?
She rounded on Cinn and saw him walk out the sliding doors. Only when they shut behind him did her thoughts catch up with her and she snarled curse, striking the armchair so that it fell forward. The crash did little to appease her, and she ended up pacing her quarters with her fists clenched. Her antennae twitched back and forth in part shame and anger, having thought so much more of Cinn than for him to take it so personally that he shut her down and left. Didn't she have any allies left aboard?
Perhaps leaving the Theurgy was her only option after all...
[ Winterbourne ] Attn: IronFerrox
Oh, the treatment Cale recieved from his Cardassian lover was sublime, and like she claimed, it served to soothe his headache quite well. To simply stand there with his eyes closed as the sonic pulsed thrummed against his skin, while Aisha serviced his body with soap, body, hands, mouth and prodding fingers, it was far more than he had expected when she asked him to join her. Towards the end, when she had made him so aroused he could barely stand there in the stall, he had laid his hands against the glass walls for support - spreading his legs a bit to accommodate the massage of his prostate gland. It did not take too long for her, who knew his desires rather well at that point, to make him come - crying out as he filled her mouth and throat with his seed.
His expectations having already been succeeded by her divine treatment, it served to surprise him that she was not urging him down to kneel just so that he'd give her cunnilingus for her troubles. His climax had already made his knees weak so there was little required to make him oblige. When he opened his eyes at her request, he saw that artifical phallus before his face, so large it was almost intimidating. It seemed a seamless part of her body, and he could but chuckle at the sight, eyes widened in amazement.
"You spoil me, Aisha," he murmured over the thrumming sound of the shower, vapour rising from their bodies as he reached up to close his fingers around the fleshy fake organ. He titled his head and looked up at her as his hand moved, rubbing her clit by stroking the shaft. She needn't encourage him by pushing his head towards it, his lips already at the bulbous head. "I would say that you have more than made up for the experience of last night... And being a woman, you certainly know how to use your advantages..."
His hand began to move in tandem with his lips, and he made sure to apply his movements so that there was a lot of friction made against her clitoris. The artificial organ was a bit bigger than he was used to, even larger than Zaraq's and Riptor's, but that did not hamper him the slightest. In short order, he was doing what he managed without hurting himself, rubbing her sex with his movements. He even reached up to fondle her breasts with one hand as he worked the length, until the time came when he rose up and kissed her.
"Use the soap," he whispered heatedly against her lips, meaning as a lubricant, before turning and setting his hands against the glass walls - still kissing her over his shoulder.
[ Narik Cinsaj ] Attn: CanadianVet
The words the Covington man spoke was honourable, and his actions were far from what any Ferengi might have done. There had been no profit for him to follow her and protect her from the two pilots. In fact, she had thought far less of him, that it would not have been beyond the human to leave her to her fate at the hands of the other two lecherous humans. Starfleet or not, they were men, and it was in their nature to exploit women for their bodies, regardless if they were Boslic or Bolian. It did not matter to them as long as there were curves to fondle and holes to stick themselves into. At least... that was what she had thought, even though she knew she ought to give non-slavers the benefit of the doubt.
Standing there with the enormous yellow undershirt, probably given to her as a pajamas, she still had questions to sort out, but she would be civil about it - try to be kind to this human that had protected her virtue. She cleared her throat and hugged her own waist. "I do not know why I ended up sleeping here instead of my own quarters, but I can imagine that... if the other Harbinger pilots had found those two.. Smoke and Titan, I think they said their call-signs were... they would have been none too pleased. Perhaps staying here was for my protection too."
Nodding slowly, rationalising the situation as best as she could, she glanced towards the mirror and raked some purple hair back from her forehead. "So... thank you, Covington man, for letting me stay here, and for the rescue, " she said and looked back as she stepped past him and out of the bathroom, "It is rare to find chivalry in this galaxy any more, but I am glad that it is not an utterly extinct occurence."
Smiling a little as she glanced over her shoulder, pausing in her search for her clothes, she added, "You may be a headstrong control-freak when it comes to the flight deck," she said without any edge to her words, "but I am glad there is a good person, Starfleet old-timer or not, behind that uniform."
[Thomas Ravon] Attn. Rawley
As the fight drew them out of the bathroom and into the messy room of Rawley, Thomas fought back fiercely. Already managing to drop a good hit on Rawley her temple, he was seemingly out for blood. He had a wicked smile on his lips and his fists were raised. When she hurled the chair over to him, he waited for it and just as he wanted to dodge, the lights went out. Quite literally and figuratively speaking. The chair grazed past his own face now, hitting him just slightly against the head. Yet the lights turning off had some sort of alternate reaction to his brain. Ravon was a bit out of place now as he stumbled around, not finding decent ground to stand solid on and when he heard Rawley scream for lights, he frowned a bit.
He could not remember what had happened when he saw Rawley jump at him with the bottle. The last thing he remembered was the door sliding shut when Rawley went in the shower. He quickly raised his hand to counter Rawley, yet she'd probably notice as well, he didn't seem to counter her in an offensive way as before. He place one hand on her wrist that held the bottle and his other hand was placed against her shoulder. The balance was lost however as he fell back and landed hard and rough on his back. "The fuck?!" He shouted out now as he looked at Rawley, the rage burning in her eyes "What is wrong with you?!" He asked surprised, genuinely surprised.
She couldn't help but loan loudly at his motions. It was far better than she could have imagined. She only guess this was what it must have felt like for a male as she lost herself in her fantasy feeling herself being pushed over the edge as he sucked and groped. "Oh, yes!" she moaned, "Suck me off." she begged. "Take it in deeper" she moaned each subtle motion of his mouth torturing her clit as she felt her cunt growing soaked as her inner walls began to tremble and she began to gush from the intense clitoral orgasm.
Soon after he was done sucking she felt him moving up and kiss her lips and nodded hearing his request as she turned to give himself to her. Seeing her opportunity she was far from wanting to refuse and lubed up her synthetic cock with the soap before aligning it perfectly. "Looks like I get to give that cute little anus a through cleansing," she said with a smirk as she eased herself into him letting the length and thickness massage the inner walls of his body. She took great care to go nice and easy almost treating the cock like some for of massaging tool to rub muscles that could only be reached from the inside.
Soon he felt another massage greet him as she felt a hand gently grip his balls from behind as she began to massage and roll them around in her fingers taking great care to gently apply just enough pressure to firmly squeeze the testicles within but not cause pain. Slowly a thump and finger couple fingers began to gently apply pressure to each round testicle gently squeezing them individually not enough to hurt much but enough that the pressure was there.. her thumb rotated a bit as she began to massage the ball inside taking great care to not injure or cause pain but to give his testes the same kind of intimate and sensual deep tissue massage she had given every other inch her hands chose to grace. Slowly her thumb and finger began to rub at his tubes that connected his balls to his body gently applying soft pressure to the point where his testicles and tube joined. She gently began gripping his ball and pulling it downwards letting him feel his tube literally being pulled tight as a finger worked around and massaged the tube itself before finding its way against his flesh and into the divot of his pubic bone and fingering against the structures in that sensitive cavity softly kneading around where his cock entered his own body before making her way to his other ball to repeat the process.
Soon, enough she was done with the testicles having given them their massage, and she made her way to his cock itself. She slowly, gently gripped and run her hand up and down the male organ combining a motion of a reach around hand-job with a deep massage treating the rigid cock engorged with blood flow like a tense muscle that needed to be eased into a far less tense state. Slowly she applied pressure from the base to the tip squeezing him till his head was bright reddish purple from blood pressure before gently pressing fingers to the head and forcing the blood back down past the tight grip of finger and thumb returning it to a normal state. She then began to massage him from head to shaft to base before easing slowly into a smooth hand-job using the pre that had invariably been spilled by now as lube as the fake cock burred in him continued as she always had been, slowly, rhythmically pumping in and out of his asshole making sure she moved around inside him to stretch his inner body out in every direction she could.
Kae had not realized that Soo Young was a telepath, her statements that mirrored his own thoughts so eerily being the tip off that made him blush a little hotter, realizing that any thoughts he had about her body had also been picked up by her. It was enough to make him want to avoid such thoughts again, yet that seemed almost impossible now, as he was unknowingly caught up in her psychic feedback. Attraction from him impressed on her, and fed back to him, creating an almost infinite velocity from the feeling being passed back and forth, weighing down upon them like a small moon on their backs. It was the difference between finding someone attractive and aching for them, and Lin Kae was beginning to ache, no doubt about that. Already, his ability to cover up was lost, thanks to the growing manhood beneath his hand, unable to be restrained.
She had what felt like all the time in the world to go and take that shower she spoke of, and yet she didn't move, just as he didn't. He could take no more, the feelings threatening to drown him, prompting him to finally give up on covering himself up, hand moving to the blanket she wrapped around herself and tugging at it. If she were still in full control of her libido, she might have been able to prevent him from success, but if she were as trapped as he was by his own hormones, then it was more likely to fall to the floor and be forgotten before it even settled there.
[ Evelyn Rawley ] Attn: Nolan
Her swing might have been caught, but Rawely had not let that deter her at all. She'd shoved the hand he'd put on her shoulder aside and pushed with all her bodily weight - her hand square against Thomas' chest to topple him. Why had her assailant suddenly been so unprepared, with his centre of gravity too high and his stance awkward. Had he forgotten that he'd attacked her?
Regardless, he went down, and Rawley straddled his waist to keep him there. Her shaved head still hurt from the night before, but the adrenaline had washed her mind clean. Thomas might have been holding her wrist like a vice, but she quickly switched the bottle to her free hand and struck down against his head. Problem was that he did not lie still, and she was not heavy enough, so with a resounding crash, the bottle exploded into pieces against the floor next to Thomas' head
He was shouting, looking like he didn't know what she was doing, and she realised that she had become the assailant since he was no longer fighting back - his expression being incredulous. Was it so surprising she fought back when he...? Scowling, Rawley laid the flat side of the broken bottle against his neck. "Move, I fucking dare you!"
Her heartbeat resounding in her aching head, she glared at her squadmate with lips pursed - panting from the sudden fight that had been brought to an end. "What the hell was that, Ravon?" she demanded, the cold bottle still flush against his neck even though she did not move otherwise. "You should bloody well know better than to fucking attack me! What were you thinking? Any bloody woman would report you for sexual assault!"
[ Winterbourne ] Attn: IronFerrox
As he had rubbed Aisha's clit with the base of the strap-on, meanwhile sucking it like he'd suck on a real cock, Winterbourne had found that he could make his Cardassian lover come regardless the fact that the scaly length was not truly hers. He'd made sure he rubbed her firmly, and towards the end, he even raised a pale hand to slide his fingers into her. He'd felt her come as much as he heard her cry - which reverberated between the glass walls of the shower.
Now, as he'd turned his back to her and let that long hardness slide past his tight sphincter, it was his turn to be satisfied, and he groaned silently against the wall - fogging up the glass. He felt the soap lather up as she moved - the scales forming white foam between their bodies that dropped down to the floor. Cale had laid his head against the wall as she fucked him, revelling in the sensation of soapy scales rubbing his prostate gland. He was panting at the time when Aisha reached around and began to massage his sac, and even though he somewhat enjoyed the massage, it was when she combined her slow yet persistent motions into him with the firm hold around his cock that he showed the most response. When she rubbed it from base to tip, he thought he'd loose his footing if it wasn't for the wall he leaned on.
For already was he hard, even if she'd made him spend himself already. He curled his fingers against the glass, panting harder, and soon, she had him thrusting his hips back against her a little despite the sheer size of the toy she'd replicated for him. "I'm, I'm..."
Unless she stopped, she would make him come against the wall in the next few moments.
[ Soo Young Seung ] Attn: Kurohigi
The silence had lingered to the point of being awkward, and trapped in the downward spiral as Soo found herself - and that she pulled Kae down into - it was almost a relief when he did something. They could not just stand there and look at each other...
Belatedly, she realised that Kae was reaching for her towel.
"He-ey!" she exclaimed and tried to get away, but that only helped tearing the towel off her body since Kae had formed a grip on it. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish, somehow trying to cover herself up and also being torn between running away and getting the towel back. She tried to sound angry, but it was kind of hard when she felt all giddy, her smile showing through. "What d-do you think you are d-doing?"
Speaking of 'hard', the holographic wizard had obviously not snatched away her towel for no reason, and upon seeing it, Soo covered her mouth and nose with both her hands in a mix of fright and intrigue - eyes wide. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I did not mean to... Oh, dear, that looks almost painful. Are you okay? Does it usually get t-that big?"
Yet they were already trapped, so it would not be any surprise to either of them that Soo did not leave, instead stepping closer with breath trembling. She glanced to Kae's eyes, for some kind of absurd approval, before she dropped her hands from her mouth and touched his hardness, wrapping both hands around it where she stood before him. She knew he wanted her to, and she let him know she wanted it as well... through touch and the bleeding-effect upon his mind.
"Oh... dear... how big you are..." she whispered, finding herself drifting even closer, lips pursing to seek his.
Thomas Ravon
Thomas struggled and resisted the peculiar position he was in right now. He only stopped once he felt the cold glass against his neck and opened up his hands, showing his palms towards her to indicate to Rawley that he was no danger. "What the hell was what? What the fuck is this?" He bit back at Rawley, still not really sure what was going on. The only thing he knew was that Rawley was straddling him naked and he had no clue how he got in this room after seeing Rawley go to the shower.
As she laid out the facts for him now his eyes widened a bit while his eyebrows frowned "Sexual assault? Attack you?" He repeated slowly and shook his head a bit "What the fuck are you on about? Is your head still flushed with booze or something or has it been fucked too much by a cock that you lost your mind?" he hissed now. He was in a far too tight spot to fight his way out and remained calm as much as he could. "I only remember you in the shower and all of a sudden you're fucking throwing fucking shit at my face and pin me down on your floor!" he said, giving her his side of the story.
[Lin Kae] attn: Lucan
Kae's manhood seemed to leave quite an impression on Soo Young, who glanced at it like it was some modern wonder of the world. Some would have found irony in the fact that he was so well gifted down there, considering he had a fair amount of social anxiety, and didn't truly get much time to put it to proper use. It must have been like putting the Theurgy warp core in a Constellation class ship with how impractical it was. As her hands reached out to touch it, a soft but sustained breath of air left his body, showing his clear arousal at her touch, while his eyes gazed at the naked form now on display.
Her training had her fit and strong, so very much like Skye Carver had been when he was with her. Skye, and now Soo Young; I'm starting to think I have a type. Tactical CONN officers were often much more physically fit then standard officers, with exception to Security, due to the stresses that could be put on their body by the high speed movements of smaller crafts. Inertial dampeners designed for shuttlecraft were not meant to work for craft as small and maneuverable as the Valkyries, requiring healthy, strong pilots. It resulted in male officers who would have broken Kae in two, and female officers who were equal parts strong and sexy.
Kae's own hands reached out, pressing to either side of her waist, observing how close his thumbs were to her naval, the center of her body. "You're smaller then I thought," he said, before looking up with an apologetic glance. "I didn't mean to say I thought you were . . . I just mean that Tactical CONN officers always seem so powerful and larger then life, but really . . . you're just a girl." Perhaps woman would have been a better choice, but Soo Young still had a girlishness to her, a youthful appearance that made her look kinder, sweeter then he expected the hard edged fighter pilots to be.
[Sten Covington] attn: Auctor Lucan
When the Boslic spoke, Sten simply smiled. Chivalry? That wasn't this thing. But he was kind of old fashioned in some ways and there were things one just didn't do. And cornering a drunken civilian for gang-rape was one of them. Especially if the aggressors were Starfleet officers. Usually, Covington was happy to be able to do what he did best and couldn't care less what the commissioned crowd did. But if the most junior enlisted recruit was expected to embody the galantry and honour Starfleet represented, officers ought to be held at a much higher standard.
And the old Chief found both Smoke and Titan utterly lacking. He could have called Security, have them arrested. And then what? Between the booze and the operational situation, they would walk away effectively scott-free. So instead, some lower-deck justice was meted out.
Was it chivalrous? Maybe. But to Sten, it was not only the right thing to do, it was the only moral course of action.
"You were pretty shook up. Couldn't very well leave you there, could I?" Despite the callous nature of the words, the Chief of the Deck spoke with genuine care and kindness. She had been infuriating earlier, but he was a chief. Looking after folks was his job.
As she searched for her clothes, he respectfully turned his back as he pulled on shorts, his undershirt, a white Tac Conn shirt and his coveralls and then, he spoke. "I'm still not about to give you free rein in my hangar, but if you can make some time around lunch time, we can talk about how to keep you from making a mess on my deck."
The words were spoken with a smile. Could he and her eventually come to an arrangement?
[ Evelyn Rawley ] Attn: Nolan
Listening, calming her breath a bit, Evelyn frowned where she sat on top of Ravon - trying to determine whether or not he was trying to fool her so that she'd lower her guard. With a headache and being upset, it was pretty hard to be objective about it, but she thought that if he was being straight with her, she had to at least give him the chance to show it. If he was trying to fool her, he ought to have acted even more confused and harmless than he was, and if she'd let him go, at least she would be armed with the broken bottle. She knew how to use it too.
"You need to have your fucking head checked, Ravon," she growled with the motion of getting up on her feet and stepping away, "And I don't say it just because that it needs to be said, I mean you really need to have your head checked by Sickbay or a Counselor. Jeez, I was just teasing you in the bathroom like I always do and all of a sudden you flew at me an tried to grope me. What the hell was that? And you didn't take no for an answer either, you hit me in the fucking head like you meant it too; right where I had surgery after the last fight! You could have fucking killed me, and you don't even remember it?"
Rawley spat on the floor to rinse her mouth and walked away, leaving Ravon where he lay and going to her bedroom. "What a pissy fucking morning..." she muttered under her breath, angry as hell and not prepared to speak with Thomas unless he came and apologised. She should be reporting him, but what would that be like in the pack later on? Hell, she did not know if she could trust him anymore, and trust was imperative if they were to fly against the Calamity together again. With anger in her movements, she raked her fingers over her shaved head and tried to focus, pacing the bedroom before she yanked out a drawer and began throw pieces of a new uniform on the covers.
She had no idea where her panties had ended up, and she had not replicated any new ones either, so she pulled on her trousers, not giving a shit.
[ Narik Cinsaj ] Attn: Canadian Vet
Putting on her clothes, Narik chuckled at the retort she got, and she turned to face him - wearing her white and magenta dress with its sash and boots. Her Boslic evening-wear might have seemed overly casual to most species, but hers was not a posh people. Ready, she made sure it was safe to look in his direction before she headed out to the main living-area.
"We can talk about it, but I am not making any promises," she said, and whereas a Human might wink, Narik decided that it might be misinterpreted. "I will go find some breakfast in the mess hall first and then head straight for the Flight Deck so that I can set my teeth into that Reaver. I heard I was going to get assistance from two pilots as well, and they'll be well needed too." Evidently, Mr. Renard had recruited someone named Rawley and another named Ravon to help out on the Reaver project.
"Assistance or not, I look forward to delve into all your rules and regulations this lunch. Hopefully I won't have destroyed too much of the place in just a couple of hours." She paused by the door as she teased him, folding her arms underneath her chest. She gave him a rueful smile before she left. "When you grow tired of talking, I will make sure to tell you how I prefer to work for sake of best efficiency. Perhaps you will learn something too... Sten."
She guessed that like with most other humans, the first name indicated a certain level of trust, and given the events the night before, she felt safe knowing that there was a good man on the new ship she had come to. Off duty, she decided she'd call him by that name to show this newly earned trust.
[ Soo Young Seung ] Attn: Kurohigi
She was trying to kiss him, but holographic engineer that he was, Kae seemed caught up studying her instead, as if she was a holo-character come to life. Soo bit her lower lip and let him look, but she would not be letting go with her two-hand grip on his arousal. When he called her a small girl, she furrowed her brow at him, then she twisted her hands around his shaft in opposite directions, meaning to hint at the pain she could cause rather than actually inflicting it.
"Watch it, boy," she said, emphasising the second word even if she was smiling with the corners of her eyes, "not only is your big friend here at my mercy, but I know enough martial arts to swing you around the room with this hold." Then she tugged at him with her grip so that he stepped closer, and she tilted her head to catch his mouth with her own. Kissing him, she felt that it was vaguely familiar, only confirming that they had been doing a lot of that the night before.
"My pack... comes in all sizes and variations," she breathed against his lips, starting to milk his thick length with her hands while they kissed, "you just happened to hook up with one of the smaller ones... But that does not mean I cannot bite..."
Grinning, she did close her teeth around his lower lip for a couple of seconds - her eyes opening to look at the wizard she'd found on Risa. Or rather, the Risa that he had helped create for the two crews. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she slowly rubbed him - hands both soft yet not without its calloused edges. She was being compared to Skye Carver, no doubt, given the vague rumours that she had caught about her sister wolf and Lin Kae. Yet she needed no hear-say when his mind was as open book to her.
She grinned, "I know, if I don't stop you're going to cum." She said swirling a few fingers over his head, tormenting it a bit more knowing it was likely to send him near over the edge. She spoke in a soft seductive tone as if telling him to go ahead. She began stroking his cock more and more as she pumped into his ass furiously. She could feel her clit being teased to its limits wanting more and more motion to send her over her own edge and make her own fluids drip down her legs. She moaned out loudly as she felt herself climaxing from the attention as she worked his cock relentlessly. She could tell he was at his own limits as she began eying the ground waiting to see his seed being spent from her attentions to him. "I want you to cum." I want to watch you spasm in pleasure." She grinned, "I want you to spill your seed knowing a girl gave your ass the fucking it needed instead of the male I know you previously thought you would have preferred."
[ Winterbourne ] Attn: IronFerrox
When already having been so thuroughly, so luxuriously pleasured by his counterpart on the Harbinger before she entered him, Winterbourne ended up walking the line of the edge for longer than he had ever done before. He trembled on the verge of a second climax because of the first she'd given him, having fellated him so well and good that the anal sex confused his body, making him hard and ready to burst but just remaining there - the pleasure so exquisitely drawn out that he fell silent in the heaving rhythm.
Trapped there on the ledge of his pending fall, with soapy bliss thrusting and sawing against his prostate, and with her hand coaxing the climax to finally come from the base of his being, Cale heard her climax behind him a second time, and despite being trapped in his own euphoria, he grinned listlessly, his cheek still resting against the glass wall of the stall. Clumsily, he reached behind himself and lay a hand on her hip, to keep her moving even if her thrusts became arythmical.
Yet when she was finished, it was his turn, and she made him aware of her intentions in words - her syllables echoing in the sound of the shower. Despite it all, and the situation he was in mentally and bodily, he chuckled when she said she wanted to challenge a man in anally pleasuring him. "This is... the best... I have had... in forever..." he said genuinely, panting when she resumed her movements, and moved even harder. She was determined to end his sweet agony, rubbing him more firmly as well, and given how close he was, she got what she wanted in short order.
When he came, it was only with the support of the artificial cock in his ass that he remained on his feet, and he shot his load against the glass wall he faced. He cried out breathlessly at first, then he became much louder when the inital shock passed, his whole body flexing in on itself as he roped the wall with his thick seed. His hands and his cheek slid against the glass, fingers curling, and it was indeed the best he'd had since god knew how long.
He did not know what to say... And regardless how wiped his mind had been, he could not help feeling a bit sad that Aisha S'Iti would be returning to the Harbinger in just a couple of hours, after they had attended the Senior Staff Meeting.
- Fin
He remembered nothing of what she told him, that he attacked her or that she teased him. His eyes stared into Evelyn's yet they seemed hollow as of his thoughts were too busy with processing the data she had just provided him "I wha?" he muttered softly and shook his head "My God, I'm sorry Ranger! It wasn't my intention at all to hurt..." Yet he paused just at that bit, how could he sincerely apologize for a thing he had no memory of? Maybe she was right, he did need to get his head checked up, yet he was no fan of shrinks or counselors for that matter.
He looked up at her now as she got off him and started pacing. He shook his head slowly once more and started to think how he could say something to her or do something with her at all without Rawley killing him. He shook his head once more as she started to get her clothes out. "Fuck Evelyn... I'm sorry. That's all I can say right now." He said now as he got on his feet, working with her on the Reaver would be a bad plan right now and he looked at her as she got dressed. Without another word he made his way to the door, preparing to leave the room.
[Lin Kae]
"I-I did not mean to offend you," he said, apologetically. Clearly, he had been trying to find the right words to explain himself, only to fail in the attempt. "I'm just trying to say that . . . with all the things that you and the other Tactical CONN do, it can sometimes be forgotten that you're just people too. You seem like so much more, and now, I see you." He saw the side of her that wasn't a rough and tumble fighter pilot, but a woman who could appear vulnerable, as she had when she was covered by her blanket. Seeing that vulnerable side, and now the stronger, more fearsome side she displayed, he began to see how he could have arrived in such a situation to her. She was attractive, not only in the physical sense, but with a strong personality that could draw him in too.
As she continued to rub him, drawing forth pleasureable, quiet moans from his lips, he looked her up and down again, searching for some way to return the gesture. He couldn't quite get to reach between her legs, given her double handed grip on him, so he moved up to the next best place, his hands first touching upon her arms, gliding up them to her shoulders, before circling around to touch upon her breasts. It felt less perverse to work his way there rather then straight out grope them, but once there, gentle hands massaged the orbs, thumbs especially working small circles on her nipples.
[ Evelyn Rawley ] Attn: Nolan
Noticing how Ravon hesitated by the door, Rawley glanced towards him with hardly any less ire in her gaze. He had apologised, and perhaps he was genuine about not remembering anything. Perhaps the situation aboard was becoming too much for Thomas, with the fate of being outlaws up against impossible odds not exactly being ideal for anyone. Still, innocent intentions or not, Rawley was far to angry and hung-over to be open for any reconciliation.
"I will see you on Fight Deck, but I would prefer not talking to you until you have had your head checked," she said and rubbed her head with one hand, furrowing her brow in Thomas direction. "Get out of my quarters."
Only when he was gone did she take a deep breath, looking towards the ceiling. Fuck her head hurt, but the worries were far worse. Worries for THomas and what might ail him, and worries about the Pack. How were they all to function if she could not trust one of them? The tight chain now had a weak link, and Rawley's head was hurting something fierce after the blow she took.
"Fuck what a night," she said for herself and sank down on the floor at the end of the bed, sitting there while nursing her head in her hand. And who did I fuck before Ravon got here?
- Fin
[ Soo Young Seung ] Attn: Kurohigi
Soo heard him - sensed him - putting her and her Pack on some kind of pedestal, but at the same time... he appreciated her for whom she was.
"I s-see. I did not mean to frighten you," she said, clearing her throat a little as the situation had become a bit awkward again. Her blood still ran wild in her veins, and she could not stop moving her hands fully. Was she being too forward? Should she stop? Had it been a misunderstanding? No. it had been him who tried to steal her blanket first! It was his fault getting the naughty ideas in his head, and... well... perhaps it had been her own fault for spinning out of control, but it was not like she could help it!
"I am nothing more or less than you see, silly. I am not the kind of girl who likes to keep secrets..." All manner of doubts were cleared when Lin Kae raised his hands to caress and fondle her skin, finding their way to her breasts while he rubbed him with some more range of movement. She did not need to ask if he liked her body, for his feelings shone though in both his thoughts and his bodily response. She found herself smiling in the radiance of his attraction for her, and she realised she was already far along on the path of wanting to have sex with him again. If nothing else, to make up for the fact that she could not remember much at all about the first time they had done it... She thrust out her chest towards his hands, panting shallowly as the spinning motion continued.
He was an attractive young man, this guy she had found in the holographic night, and while she had tried to kiss him, he seemed not so eager to kiss as he was to tease her. "I think we... really missed out on what happened here yesterday," said Soo, and she released his hardness with one hand to gently push Lin Kae so that he ended up on his back . Only then, when kneeling down by the bed, did she reveal how she had intended to fellate him, using lips and tongue at first. Her mouth encompassed the head, and then she could swirl her tongue around the bulbous head.
Yet in being a mind-reader, she was trying to learn what he wanted, and make his desires her own.
[Lin Kae]
Her was spending too much time in his head, just trying to make sense of everything, planning out what to do next, and not enough time just letting him feel his way forward. If he were better able to stay out of his mind, he might have noticed Soo Young trying to kiss him, and returned the gesture as was proper. Not kissing her and yet the two of them touching like this felt like a skipped step, but as she mentioned that they had missed out by not remembering, his eyes moved back to hers, away from the bosom he had been lavishing attention upon. She pushed him back, Kae landing on his back on the bed, watching as she moved into position for something that could only have been one thing. Before she could do so, he sat up and stopped her, wishing to do something else first. Finally, his lips met hers, an actual kiss shared.
"I thought that should . . . go first," he said, explaining that was the reason why he would stop her from going through with what she was intending. Even after the kiss, there was a sensation on his lips, like he could still feel her mouth against his, still kissing him. He allowed himself to recline back, not fully laying back, instead placing himself in a good position to observe as she began to fellate, proving her skill with an attentive and creative display that didn't settle for just one thing and doing it till the end, but making full use of her lips and tongue to press the act onward. Kae reached out to brush some hair from her face, tuck it behind her ear, and make sure he could get a good look at what she did, wishing to fully appreciate the act by witnessing it with his own eyes.
[ Soo Young Seung ]
Soo was very pleased when her happenstance lover wanted to give her the kiss she had been bereft of, and she first chuckled and then purred against his lips. "That's more like it, wizard." She gave him a grin once their lips parted, feeling more into it now that it was not just the maelstrom of their sexual attraction that made them do this (again). The break of pace, which the kiss indeed was, made Soo think more of him than that she was just letting herself be washed under by the undertow of their linked minds. For this, she gave him a very warm smile while he reclined upon the bed.
Was his cock all that beckoned for her now? No, her mouth was going to explore the delights Kae's body had to offer. Traveling downwards, marking the young man's flawless skin with kisses as she went, she lavished attention to her lover's neck and collar bones before she would find her way to the hard pebbles at the bottom of his chest. Her hands upon his shoulfers, Soo crawled down his body to take the first one in his mouth. She rolled her small tongue around it, nibbling and kissing until it almost hurt. She felt and listened for his reaction before she moved on to the other nub, giving it the same treatment. By then, her hands would roam Kae's body as she made her way ever downward, not once ceasing her ministrations, the Asian Lone-Wolf not wanting to leave a single part of the Bajoran's body untouched.
Soo's mouth, guided by his mind, soon found its way down to Kae's hips after tracing his navel. She scraped her teeth lightly against his skin, before sinking her teeth into a hip bone. Not hard enough to break blood, of course, and she soothed the area by nipping and tounging at the abused hip. Then, glancing up at Kae, Soo traced circles over the hip's twin with her thumb... apologising for the harsh treatment if it was too much for him. In either case, she replaced her teeth with feather-light kisses once she moved there.
She continued downward - skipping past the prevalent erection - to nip at his inner thighs. She gave him a playful grin past his throbbing length, peeking out form behind it. Only then did she grasp the presented shaft, gingerly running the thumb of her other hand over the slit collecting liquid at the top. Moving her body up, letting him see her body a bit more, she ran that thumb across Kae's bruised hip, the pre-cum glistening in the faint light - creating an ethereal brush-stroke. Ever teasing the shaft with her grasp, Soo then greedily lapped up the smudge, effectively cleaning her lover's hip before making her way back - perching between parted legs. Then, with a smile on her lips, she leaned down to meet an eagerly twitching head. He tormented Kae by placing slow, deep kisses against his the slit at the top.
Continuing to stroke one of his thighs with her free hand, Soo finally dove in. He passed between her separated teeth and she closed her lips around him. It did take her a few quick dipping motions to achieve acclimation to his girth. Soon, she managed to get a good rhythm going. Bending her head back as best she could without putting his length in a compromising angle, she took a look at his face to verify what her mind was already perceiving from his.
Contnent, Soo continued to shove him down the length of her tongue, the head getting closer and closer to her throat with every thrust. She could not help but touch herself with her free hand at that point, feeding on the stimuli she was giving him through the feed of emotions his mind. She fingered herself, letting a soft moan percolate down his shaft, and the rhythm of her fellatio increased for a while, her lips flush around him. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, and her eyes watered a little even though she kept going.
Yet soon, she slowed her pace down and dragged him out of her mouth fully, stretching her lips back into relaxation and a deep breath. "You like it, huh?" she whispered huskily, grinning to him, "I can feel you do..." Milking him where she sat, she tilted her head to the side. "Do you want me to keep going?"
[ Axius vel Onea ] Attn: Riheh Neyah
Woken by a soft voice, Axius opened his sapphire eyes and looked upon the metal ceiling above. While a pounding in his head rang like a drum, the voice mysteriously didn't seem to cause any pain. It was sweet and calming, and he turned to where it came from.
The first thing the Câroon noticed was the outline of hourglass hips and teardrop-shaped breasts in the white sheets. He took another look at his respectively bare body before facing Rihen with a look of shrouded surprise. Then came a genuine smile as he remembered the night before. Axius leaned toward her, speaking in her ear before he jumped from the bed, "Oh, I can only sleep once I've been fully satisfied."
He stood next to the untidy bed, exposing his sculpted body before speaking again, "And you sure as hell did that." He bent over as he waited her to reply, amused by the amount of smiling they shared, and gathered the trail of clothes leading to the door, not sure if he should leave them unattended for another hour of fun, or place them over his skin and head in for a shift.
He tried not to look at her glowing skin in attempt to control the length between his legs.
[ Rihen Neyah ] Attn: Ericajohn
Having grinned when the fighter pilot had answered her with a private comment in her ear, Rihen positively beamed when Axius rose from the white sheets and complimented her on her performance of the Jamaharon. She'd always found Câroon men and women gratifying patrons when they came to Risia, and not just for their physical beauty, but for how they were not the kind to react with bland politeness. They were an emotional people, often outspoken, and while empaths and telepaths could never read their feelings, Rihen had found it fairly easy to see when they were appreciative towards her arts.
"It means a lot to me that you say that, Axius vel Onea," she said with her bright smile, and she tilted her head when he bent over to pick up the clothes from the floor - looking without shame upon his posterior and the way his muscles moved underneath his skin when the garments were scooped up. The Lone-Wolf might have had a wee bit paler complexion than other Câroon, but the accentuated body was no mistaking. Like how they wore their feelings on their sleeves sometimes, their bodies were a second testament to where they hailed from.
Since he had vacated sheets they'd shared, Rihen smoothly rose from them as well, still holding the corner of the blanket when she followed him out from his bedroom and into the main living area of his quarters. Smoothly, with practiced care, she tied the blanket around her body like a towel, and she seated herself on the small divan she found in the sitting area, and her mismatched eyes still followed him in his quest for the clothing he had worn during the Festival. She saw her own white toga, remembered how she had let it fall on the way to his bedchamber, but she made no movement to retrieve it where she sat.
"Thank you for letting me sleep here in your quarters tonight," she said, a playful expression on her face, "I have my own civilian quarters, of course, but I really enjoyed your company after the success of last night."
She had hosted the entire thing, practiced her old dancing from before she was banished from Risia. It was a wonder she remembered it all. "I had never imagined that I would be able to host Lohlunat for both of the crews. I felt there was due cause to celebrate afterwards, and I am grateful you wanted to do so with me." Sitting there, she let her eyes wander his bare body up and down - emphasising the meaning of her next few words. "Yet the sights one can see here in the light of morning does make the wonders on the holodeck pale by comparison..."
[ Axius vel Onea ] Attn: Lucan
It seemed as the two were having most of their conversation without words. The exchange of genuine smiles was something rare in the life of Axius. She was one lover that had satisfied him to his ends. Maybe her Risian blood had a great effect, how she always gave, but somehow knew what the pilot wanted. He remembered their sweaty skin writing against each other, taken away by the flare of passion that had either sparked from the enthusiasm of safety or the alcohol. Either way, it was a night he wanted to remember.
"My pleasure. My door is always open whenever you need it. Just remember to bring the good stuff, not synthehol." He winked, as though being completely naked and expressing clear sexual desires wasn't enough flirting.
He placed the clothes he had gathered into the replicator to be recycled, and he received a satisfying glow of light as their matter was turned into energy. He tapped a simple control, programmed by the many previous uses, to replicate a small pot of hot tea, accompanied by china cups decorated with the inscriptions of ancient Câroon languages.
Axius strode to where the Risian sat carrying the small tray of beverages to the table. There she was, propped up perfectly, as though the linens were crafted by the finest seamstresses and fitted perfectly to the goddess shape of her body. It couldn't be that her species allowed her to be this breathtaking. She was unique in a way that couldn't compare to other Risians.
And then she made his heart melt with a simple sentence.
Axius neared her even closer, almost nose to nose as they mingled their breaths. "Am I your light in the morning?" He ran a tattooed hand up her wide hip and into her covered chest, "I am merely the moon to your star."
[ Rihen Neyah ] Attn: Ericajohn
When Axius came closer, Rihen tilted her head the other way and bit her lower lip with her characteristic smile. Yet when he touched her, that smile grew even brighter, and she leaned her head back to meet his gaze better since he was leaning over her.
"I don't know if you can call me a star just yet, Chief Onea," she breathed against his lips and propped herself up with her hands behind herself, making his rank a sultry sound. She arched her back to meet his touch too, slowly pushing her chest out to the palm of his hand. "After all, you have not lit me this morning."
The path Axius' hand took made Rihen's blanket come a bit loose, and it slipped off her body a little, but she was nowhere as bare as he was - a fact that she was very well aware of. She liked it when men and women were not self-conscious about their bodies, regardless their species or appearence. In that regard, Axius and her were alike. For her, it was in her very nature as a Risian to be generous with her body, and she had a mind to be just as generous as he was being right then.
"Oh.. I don't know what kind of 'wolves' there are below the ground of Câroon," she said after a tell-tale glance - lips barely touching his in anticipation of their first morning kiss . and she shifted her weight to reach out with her hand, "but it seems they do like their stars instead of any moon."
And her fingers wrapped around the Lone-Wolf's endowment just when she kissed him, stealing his breath into her mouth. She did not know if Axius knew about the name-sake for his squadron, but she had heard about the Terran animals once or twice. With the way her hand began to stroke his tumescence, she was confident he would get her meaning nonetheless.
[ Axius vel Onea ] Attn Lucan
Axius breathed in slowly in pleasure and fulfillment of the kiss's anticipation. Her grip was like velvet, soft and firm, pulling the blood into his thickening cock as he entered his tongue into her waiting mouth. Each stroke made him moan softly into her mouth, eyes tightening in angst. His hand slowly gripped the sheet that covered her flawless skin, throwing to the side as he seized her full breast. His free hand glided up the curve of her arched back and pulled it closer, releasing the two from the awkward position as he continued to embrace her lips.
He quickly ripped her from the ground, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and, unfortunately deafening the pleasure coursing from his now hard length. He pulled his head back, opening his eyes as he locked with Rihen's, speaking softly as he brushed his thumbs softly against her back, "I'm not 'Chief' in here..."
He pecked her lips once more, "With your artistry, you have complete control over me."
He continued to kiss her vigorously, savoring the taste of her lips and the feel of her skin, carrying her to the bed where they would once again achieve a level of ecstasy surpassing pleasure. "What first?" he asked, biting his lip.
Soo Young Seung was full of surprises, Kae was beginning to realize. He had seen a vulnerable side of her when she woke up feeling exposed, and then a strong, almost too willful side for one of her size when she thought he might have been underestimating her. Now, he saw her in the throes of passion, intensity in every action she performed, and when that action was using her mouth against him in inventive and pleasurable ways, it was almost too much of a sensory overload for him to handle. When she asked if he liked it, he could hard;y believe she felt the need to ask such a thing. With the skill she had on display, he couldn't have imagined anyone who experienced it would have any complaints, though he had learned enough about sexuality to know that when a woman was that talented, it wasn't because she was worried about her ability that she asked, but simply to hear praise for it.
"More then like it. You're incredible," he said, voice barely able to get it out, like she had sucked the breath from his lungs when she had sucked on something else. At the question of whether to keep going or not, he nodded, bringing a hand to the back of her head and nudging her down. Nudging was about all he could do, because her inner strength had already proven too much for him to have any hope of forcing her to do anything.
Under such skillful hands and mouth, he knew he wouldn't last long, but the need to try kept him going. He didn't want to seem too easy to get off, even if what she was doing made him want to release far sooner then he did. When at last he felt himself nearing the climax, unable to hold it back any longer, he let her know, offering Soo a chance to decide how she wanted to handle it, whether she would take it out from between her lips or not, and if she did, where she planned on aiming the resulting mess that was quickly coming her way.
[ Rihen Neyah ] Attn: Ericajohn
When she was hoisted up into his embrace, Rihen made a surprised but delighted sound, and she wrapped both her arms around his neck and her legs about his waist. She returned his passionate kissing fully whilst she was carried through his quarters. Judging by his words, he wished for her to show him the best way to repeat their Jamaharon, so when they reached his bedroom, she set her feet down and ran her hands down from his shoulders and the hard planes of his chest - lips parting from his.
"Then let us take our kisses elsewhere," she said, and she pushed him lightly to make him lie down upon the tangled sheets they had shared during the night. Yet she followed him, laid down upon him to rake her fingers through his hair, and kiss him once more before she turned around - straddling his face while leaning down towards his rigid arousal. "Let our lips show our desires through action rather than words..."
So she took his throbbing length into both her hands, and stroked it firmly in preparation for her lips, which would descend his hardness all the way to its hilt. Eventually, of course, since there was less pleasure without anticipation. She swirled her tongue around the bulbous head, and when she drew her lips back, she made it pop free with a damp sound. In all things she did, she wore her playful smile, truly enjoying Jamaharon in all its expressions.
[ Soo Young Seung ] Attn: Kurohigi
When Lin Kae replied, Soo grinned across the head of his glistening length. "You have an incredible wand, my dear wizard," she said, tilting her head while she jested. With her hand at the base, she waved it from side to side in lazy motions , "My magic is only as good as the wood I wield in my hand."
He urged her to continue, and she happily did so, welcoming his hardness all the way to the back of her throat in a firm and quick rhythm. She groaned around his girth as she continued to finger herself, rubbing her clitoris while she pleasured him as best as she might. Her other hand rubbed him in sync with her lips' insistent movements along him, and she closed her eyes to better sense him - to let herself revel in the very pleasure she was giving him. It was more than enough to bring her to the edge of her own tolerance, swaying of the brink of the fall with each second she fellated him - thrust two fingers deep inside herself.
So when he eventually came, it was the final straw for Soo. She had to articulate her climax, pulling back her lips from his cock just as it began to gush thick white cream upon her. She rubbed herself throughout the convulsions that shook her, and she milked out all of his seed with her other hand. His semen spattered her neck and her breasts, feeling warm against her skin. Breathlessly, she came to grin in satisfaction once the tremors subsided, and she opened her eyes to look at her happenstance lover.
"Oh, my..." she said and giggled in delight, "I think I'll have to borrow your shower now, if you don't mind."
She stood up and let go of him, swaying her hips playfully as she walked out of the room. She glanced back over her shoulder at him. "I suppose you could join me, wizard. Might be lonely in there..."
[ Axius vel Onea ] Attn Lucan
As the two danced through the erotic stances, Axius finally realized what Rihen was positioning for. With her clean folds of vagina nearing his eager lips, he was oblivious to the fact that she was about to do something he hadn't received in a while.
As her gentle lips wrapped around his massiveness, his breathing shuttered, chest becoming tight with the overwhelming waves of intense pleasure emanating from his cock. Her tongue like a whip of water gliding over his head, saliva rushing from her lips and down to his pubic hair as she ascended and descended his length. Each and every moment was like a new sensation, each new wave of satisfaction making him forget that she was performing this activity to its maximum potential. He bit back a moan, but still escaped was a deep grunt of joy. He placed both tattooed hands on her firm cheeks, gently squeezing as his own tongue snaked from his lips.
It met her in her pinkness, gently gliding over the skin, bare, but natural. It tasted of her other set of lips, still as sweet and intriguing as her personality. As he progressed through the flesh, lips entering her passage, the pattern of bliss came into action. Every lick, every kiss, every maneuver he made on her was reciprocated on her end. Each movement he made felt like he was doing so to himself as the rhythm set it.
This was definitely a good morning.
Heaven was a word he used lightly, but each time the head of his penis punched the back of her throat, he felt it getting closer and closer. Eventually he would have to release, but he felt the urge to conceal it. Partly because he wanted to continue in his efforts with his procedures, but also he didn't know if Rihen would want his cum in her mouth. She was an expert, she would know when he was meet his peak, so he left it in her hands as he vigorously, yet gracefully, pleasured her.
[ Rihen Neyah ] Attn: Ericajohn
Feeling quite keenly how this was not the first time the Lone-Wolf pleased a woman with his mouth, she found herself moaning around his rigid arousal without having to exaggerate her reactions in any way. She began to arch her back rhythmically to thrust her warm sex against his mouth, and her puckered, hard nipples scraped against his abdomen as she moved. She paused in her ministrations to speak, smiling from ear to ear.
"I a-am not used to men being quite so generous as you a-are. Oh... " She had a mind to say more, but she could not be ungenerous and leave him bereft of her mouth. With one hand milking him from base to neck, her lips sealed flush around his girth once more, and each time she raised her head anew. He was vigorous despite the aftermath of his drinking at the festival, and she envied him for his ability to drink sensibly. It was an art she had never learned, and therefore she had all but quit drinking anything but synthehol. Something she appreciated now, when she could be as generous with herself as she wanted without feeling ill or having a headache.
With the tension rising, they both quickened their motions, each one's sounds of lust growing inside of their occupied mouths. "Mph!" she cried out as her vagina tensed up, and then pulsed with pleasure. "Mppphh!" She had to wrap both her hands tighter around Axius to have something to hold on to. Eventually, she tried to continue her oral stimulation, but could only do so when as the waves of her climax began to abate, rhythm completely lost. In the end, she had to let it go from her mouth so that she could moan loudly with the release she had felt. Delicate shivers coursed through her body, and she grinned in elation when she finally resumed control of herself. "Oh, Axius... You have me quaking... Is that why you got your pilot name?"
Feeling how his male hardness pulsed, Rihen knew he was not far from his own completion of Jamaharon. Therefore, she threw him a knowing grin across her shoulder and turned around so that she was facing him where he lay on the bed. "Can I ride your tremors while you shake?" she asked in a hushed voice and laid her hands upon the hard planes of his chest, placing her sex on top of his length, grinding herself along it as it lay against his lower abdomen. "I want to feel you move and tremble... and then ride out your aftershocks..."
And with a small shift with her hips, she got the angle right... and she felt him press into her. "Oh..."
[Lin Kae] attn: Lucan
Flattery got Soo Young anywhere she wanted to go, so after hearing her praise of his tool and providing it enough pleasure to leave herself in a messy state, she was welcome to use his shower for as long as she wished. He didn't let her get too comfortable in there alone, though, giving her perhaps a minute or two to wash down the bulk of the mess before he stepped into the shower behind her. There, his hands swept around her, grasping her waist and pulling her back to his chest. "We haven't finished yet," was all he said, as his hands moved up to continue caressing her breasts while his wand, as she liked to call it, stood tall and nestled itself between her buttocks. Kisses were planted along her shoulder and neck as his hands cupped and grasped, lifted and rotated her bosom, experiencing with all kinds of movement and pressure to find what she liked.
"I've never done this, you know. Shared a shower with someone else." It seemed so different from what he might have expected it to be, so cozy and even a bit tender, the smaller space requiring a closeness that was hard to stop. Sex in the shower was likely more challenging, but as far as holding and touching, it was a great place to forget the rest of the world and focus just on one's lover.
[ Axius vel Onea ] Attn Lucan
It was instantly, like a popping of a bubble, that white-hot fluid shot into and spilled out of Rihen's wet vagina, falling down on his chiseled abdomen and forming tangles in the dark hair surrounding his throbbing testicles. Pools of cum flooded the deep creases of his erratically rising stomach as she continued to milk it right out of the dick that stayed inside her warmth so long that he began to lose the ability to chain together thoughts. He finally let out the cry he had been containing for the majority of the act, and the guttural moan reverberated throughout his being.
He grabbed her hips, as the absence of substance was leaving him to drift as the last drop of liquid dripped from her walls. She collapsed on top of him, still leaving his softening cock enveloped in warmth. "Rihen, don't tell me you're that dirty all the time," he said, with breathy vowels and sharp consonants, lacking air that he let out in the large breathes of pleasure.
Rihen's body glided closer to his head, where their lips met one more time as he sat up, supporting himself with one bulging arm. "But, we still have to clean up," he smirked locking eyes with her as his long finger slipped across the film of sticky fluid caking on his abdomen. He raised it to her lips, and slowly allowed it to enter her mouth.
[ Soo Young Seung ] Attn: Kurohigi
Sensing Kae rather than having to see him stepping into the sonic shower, Soo did not open her eyes when he embraced her, smiling ruefully when his hands sought her tender bosom and began to fondle her. The pulsing vibrations in the air of the shower made vapour rise from his hands as he cupped her sensitive breasts, and her breath hitched when his rough palms slid over her puckered nipples.
"Oh, I can feel that," she said throatily when he said they weren't finished, and she reached behind herself to slide her fingertips up and down his roused length where it lay nestled on top of her buttocks. She titled her head to the side to welcome his warm mouth against her neck. She groaned in anticipation, having yet to feel him inside her, when he confessed to have not shared a shower. "Don't worry... I'll show you what you have been missing out on."
She turned her head as she said this to capture his lips with her own, and she began to stroke his arousal with a firm grip around his base. He tasted like men did the night after a party, but she did not mind, since she had the same taste in her own mouth. Well, aside from the taste of him from just earlier, that was. As she kissed him, and worked her hand along him, she felt his desire rising once more, and it made her own body answer in kind. She made indistinct sounds against his lips and arched her back, pushing down his bulbous crown to her swollen nether lips, and rubbed him against her ready sex.
"Please..." he whispered and set her free hand against the wall of the shower, arching her back even further. "I know you want to."
[ Rihen Neyah ] Attn: Ericajohn
She may have been surprised by how hard he came, flooding her with his warm semen, yet Rihen certainly did not mind, undulating her hips and milking it all out with her sex as best as she might. Leaning on his strong chest for support, she made sure her patron was thoroughly pleased until the very point when his convulsions ceased, and she could lay down on top of him, satisfied that her native generosity had brought him joy that morning.
"Oh, I don't think I was too naughty, was I?" she said with a wide grin as she kissed him, running her fingers up and down his shoulders and neck when he propped himself up. "I may have spoken of my own wishes, but by the judge of things... I think you shared my need to make you quake."
She made his callsign sound very naughty, swirling her tongue around his fingertip a little bit, but acquiesced to his will to get up and get cleaned for the shift that was about to start. She may have been a civilian engineer aboard, but that did not mean she didn't do what she could to help out aboard the ship. "Thank you for a wonderful night," she told him and sat back, cupping his hand in both of hers to kiss the palm, and then she gave him another of her characteristic, blinding smiles. "...and the morning wasn't so bad either."
She stood and walked out, throwing him another smile over her shoulder. "I think I will try that tea of yours first," she said and she exited, "Jamaharon always leaves me thristy."
OOC to Ericajohn: We can end our scene with this post of mine unless you want to cover how he prepares to leave for the scenes in 06: The Turn. :)
[Lin Kae] attn: Lucan
And he did want to. Oh how he wanted to.
With Soo Young taking position, bracing herself with a hand against the wall, the other guiding him exactly where he needed to be, Kae took hold of her hips and pressed inward, both the moisture of the shower and the slickness of her waiting sex enough to see the entry go smooth and quickly, Kae fully penetrating Soo Young before beginning the motions, pulling himself backward before another forward push. The first few times, he was simply testing how well she braced herself, but as she proved more then capable of handling it, he was more willing to let loose and truly enjoy himself with her. Her small yet well built body was an absolute pleasure, tight and fit and more then enough to handle him, while the sounds that came from her during the act were gratifying enough to only encourage the act further, to forget all else and simply focus on his partner.
"Soo, you're so tight," he said to her, or maybe he more moaned it out. Was he surprised that she was? Maybe only because he didn't think anything could be so tight as she was. When he would move to pull back out so he could push back in, he started to wonder if it was her tightness that made it difficult, or his own subconscious desire to not be buried deep inside this very lovely, very sensual young woman.
[ Soo Young Seung ] Attn: Kurohigi
"Yes-s," Soo moaned when Lin Kae began to enter her, and she seemed to remember the feeling of his cock inside her from the night before - the sensation triggering memories that had been erased by her alcohol intake. He passed through her outer flesh, squirming into her passage, and her toes curled against the floor when the wizard began to thrust his cock into her. Soo's thighs trembled from the release of endorphins in her veins, and with a slack-jawed smile, she settled her forehead awkwardly against the wall, just like both her hands came to brace against it - fingers curling against the smooth surface. "That's it... That's it..."
It began to feel very, very good. Her breathless words became moans of ecstasy as the Holographic Specialist massaged her inner walls with his thick erection. His thighs began to slap rhythmically against her legs. Soo felt blood pumping into her crotch, tingling veins and throbbing muscles that she'd only feel when being with man. The muscles of her cunt clamped tighter than ever against Kae's shaft as he continued to pump in and out. Her own juices dripped down her sweaty inner thighs. Vapour rose from their bodies as they moved, the sonic shower turning their perspiration to mist as soon as it formed. His sac slapped her clitoris gently each time he surged against her, but the orgasm that built inside her was not a clitoral one. It was the delightful, slick friction of his girth inside her vaginal passage that overcame her, and her trembling knees bent as she reached her second climax that morning.
To prevent herself from falling, she straightened and reached behind herself - fingers digging for a hold behind Kae's neck as she lost control of her voice. His thrust pushed her front up against the wall instead, and that kept her from falling as well. Her heaving breaths fell in sync with his movements, and her cries fogged up the glass. Her breasts were rubbed by the wall as Kae surged into her, and with the new angle in which she was being penetrated, she felt the head of Kae's cock brush the front of her passage. Her upright stance also clamped her tighter around his pumping length.
And though his mind, Soo witnessed his reaction to her orgasm - another layer of gratification added to the sex for her.
[Lin Kae] attn: Lucan
Like Soo Young, the actual act had a way of bringing back memories. He didn't have a full grasp of what their previous night had been, but he did find a sense of familiarity in things. The way her skin felt pressed against his, the scent of her skin when he was kissing her neck, or the feeling of being inside her again, this time with a clear mind and a want that must have been as powerful as the night before. The shower became steamier and steamier with the panting and the sweat that came from them, their bodies kept constantly clean even as their dirty act continued. He was never going to be able to look at his sonic shower the same way again, not without remembering Soo Young Seung in there with him, the woman leaving behind an impression that would not fade easily.
His own climax came swift, even after the one she had given him with her expert fellatio. This one erupted within her, their bodies beginning to slow down as the last of him was squeezed out, finally coming to a full halt, bodies pressed together against the shower wall. He could feel her pulse beat through her back, just as she would feel his heart against her, the warmth of his breath against her shoulder and neck. "Being with a telepath is . . . different." He said different, but his mind would tell her he meant it in a good way. It was a unique experience, having someone who psychically reverberated everything, passing it back and forth, building it ever upward until the both of them were soaring to new heights.
Yeah, she definitely left her impression upon him.
[ Soo Young Seung ] Attn: Kurohigi
Kae's words poorly reflected his meaning, yet nonetheless, Soo heard it, and she faced the challenge of conveying her own gratification for having been with him. Both yesterday and the lovely morning they'd just shared.
Still panting, heart racing, she stood on her tiptoes and let him slip out of herself - the feeling of loss great - yet she turned around to face Kae with a bright smile. Turning around in his embrace, she remained perfectly close and wrapped her arms behind his neck. She kissed him, really thoroughly, as their bodies recovered from the euphoria they'd shared - hearts beating as one. The wizard tasted really good, and especially in the intimate confines of a sonic shower, and even more so after having sex with him. Oh, she could so get used to this. Being with a man. True, she had a tendency to like women more... but this man? Oh, he was something else.
"Mind if I borrow your shower again some other time?" she asked, lips barely parted from his, and she bit her lower lip playfully as she said it, opening her eyes to look into his, "But... I really need to report in. I am due for maintenance in the Flight Hangar this morning, and as much as I'd rather stay here and have sex until this headache wears off, I hardly think it will be effective. I need breakfast and I need it bad, okay?"
Something which her flat stomach attested to with a loud growl, overriding the thrumming sound of the shower.
"Well," she said and laughed, "like I said. I need to go, but..."
She kissed him again, wrapping her arms tighter around him and made sure she left him with a really good impression. She prushed herself up against him really tightly too, as if a promise for the next time. "...but I want you again, whenever you can tear yourself away from your wizardry, okay?" And thus she pushed the button and stepped out of the opening doors, the mist following her out and spreading across the floor as she stepped away. She gave Kae another smile over her shoulder as she left his bathroom - removing her bare self from his company before she ended up shirking her duties even more than she had.
With any luck, she could return to him again soon, right?
- Fin