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Re: Day 01 [2330 hrs.] Beauty and the Beast

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[ Carrigan Trent | XO's Quarters | Officer's Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Triage

Heather McMillan was an oddity on a starship, if only by her position.  A civilian scientist hitching a ride on a Starfleet vessel wasn't exactly rare.  But one getting on what was for all intents of purpose a warship with some science labs shoehorned in was; especially when said ship had been initially sent in the effort to negotiate with the Romulans and had then become little more than a pirate in the bulk of people's eyes.  And then, after taking part in heroic actions during a mutiny, it had been Carrigan Trent himself who had recommended she be issued a combadge and granted provisional rank, make her truly part of the crew. 

And now, there she was, half-naked in his lap and, to put it mildly, they'd started getting busy.  She was a beauty in her own rights, if not what most would call a classical one.  She was small, slender, delicate; her curves matched that lithe frame of hers and he knew plenty of men would disregard her as being 'flat', and plenty of women would deride her as 'having the body of a prepubescent boy'.  But she was the most beautiful woman Carrigan Trent had ever seen; it went beyond her body, beyond her luminosity.  It was a combination of... everything. 

Part of him had expected her to refuse his invitation to head to bed.  But no, instead she'd accepted it, and actually asked him to carry her.  And he smiled.  "Of course." 

Rising to his feet, he put one arm beneath her knees, the other around her back and he lifted her up.  Oh, there certainly was a mass to her, but far less than even he had expected.  And, step by step, he headed towards the bedroom and upon reaching the bed, he set her down upon it.  As he did so, the knot that had (poorly) held his robe closed finally gave, and other than the fabric hiding his arms and shoulders, there was very little left to the imagination all right...

Re: Day 01 [2330 hrs.] Beauty and the Beast

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[ Heather McMillan | XO's Quarters | Officer's Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet
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McMillan felt her cheeks flushing, but for a myriad of reasons besides embarassment. Keeping her arms carefully wrapped over the back of his neck, she was partially surprised, but pleased that he would carry her lazy butt over to the bed, because her legs were a tangle of useless all of a sudden, but maybe that could be blamed on her having spent most of the day wandering around. She wasn't a high-energy being if that could be believed, and standing or walking as much as she did without warning, coupled with the excitement of the day and the potential harm she inflicted on her own spirit? Maybe she was entitled to a little comforting and pampering, and she wasn't ashamed to admit to herself that she wanted it, quite a bit.

She felt like a baby, being carried by him, but for a moment, she indulged herself in the warm sense of security and safety she felt in the arms of a god. She felt the difference in the strength he applied to carrying her. Initially, he anticipated far more weight than she really was. Although her overall mass was akin to a normal human, aside from her floating, nearly weightless hair, she was easily only half to one third the weight she appeared to be. When she was settled on the bed, she propped herself up by the elbows, never taking her eyes off him for a moment, even, especially when his robe feel open, and she could feel her light building up from within her as a warmth and heat. She knew what comes next.

She bit her lower lip, and sought to even the balance between them so to speak. With one hand, she slowly traced a finger along the waistband of her pants until she reached the clip, and she kept her thumb and index finger in a pinch over it, ready to pop it open, but with her eyes still locked on Trent's, she arched her bare upper torso, just trusting in her instincts that she wasn't making a complete fool of herself, “If...uh...if you want to...?” Her eyes finally broke contact and glanced downwards. Oh she was quite certain he wanted to. But still, it was best to ask.

Re: Day 01 [2330 hrs.] Beauty and the Beast

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[ Carrigan Trent | XO's Quarters | Officer's Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Triage

As he sat onto the bed next to Heather, Carrigan simply shrugged out of his robe.  After all, it was no longer concealing anything, not after carrying the Radiant there.  And by now, she definitely would have felt the effect she had on him; now, he was simply making it clear it was no secret he was trying to hide. 

As she propped herself on her elbows, he watched how her muscles played beneath her skin, and how the arch of her back thrust her small breasts and their delicate nipples towards the deckhead.  And at that sight, he could not help but reach out and he tenderly caressed the one nearest to him. Oh, how he loved the feeling of the warm, soft flesh against his hand, made even more special by knowing that despite being a gorgeous young woman who likely had no shortage of suitors, she'd chosen him to first share herself with as such.

And when she reached for the clip of her pants, and further invited him to attend to it, he looked into her eyes for a moment, then leaned forward to place a kiss upon her lips, but then he started trailing his lips against her delicate skin.  Down her neck and along her collarbone, up the slope of a breast to the peak of a nipple and back down.  Then dotting a path to her bellybutton as he shimmied down.  With ease, he undid her trousers and hooked his fingers into their waistband.  For a moment, he considered also taking her underwear along, but he decided against it for the time being, and he slowly dragged the pants off her hips and down her legs, before letting them fall to the deck. 

Making his way back towards her, he let a hand trail along her coltish legs, and finally along the inside of her thigh as he settled himself next to her.  His fingers were gently teasing at the skin, not quite touching the fabric of her panties yet.  Oh, he had no doubt she wanted to take this further, but he would let her set the pace.

Re: Day 01 [2330 hrs.] Beauty and the Beast

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[ Heather McMillan | XO's Quarters | Officer's Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet
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As their arousal took each other higher and higher into planes of pleasure that she had never, ever been to, she knew this next part was going to be a literal make-or-break moment, and it had nothing to do with the relationship, but the physical aspect. Shielded as she was by her latent psychokinesis, which provided a marginal durability that would have otherwise without left her even more frail than ever. She never expected to ever need to recall the details on Half-Radiants. But the process was a most tricksome thing. The essential detail she needed to consider was the parents, since she was the one have a relationship with a god. She wanted to do this right, for him, because it was a wonder in and of itself that he would want to be with her. She would tell him so, someday. When she wasn't so uncertain of which way things could go.

She was willing to admit she was more than a little self-conscious, even felt...inadequate, especially when she saw the other women on board the Theurgy. The drawbacks of not taking much that modern medicine had to offer, especially when most of it had adverse effects on the fragile physiology of a Radiant. So she was in awe at the way Trent looked at her. And even more in awe of the obvious effects she seemed to have on him. How, she wondered, had she earned his affections? The surge of emotions that welled up within her created a gentle pulsing glow that shifted in colours as she came closer to the moment. She didn't care how cliché it seemed, but she suspected unicorns and rainbows would blow out of her mind soon. And bunnies, lots and lots of cute, fluffy bunnies.

Her body and posture shifted without changing at all, when she saw his hand going for her breasts. She used to think she would feel offended if someone put their hands there. It was how she was supposed to react...but Trent wasn't just someone, or anyone. He was the one that set her heart racing in a way she had never experienced before. Her response to the approaching hand was a tilt of her head, eyes following said hand, obviously fascinated by his actions. When the hand engulfed one breast, she quite involuntarily closed her eyes, her lips forming an 'o' as if she were about to speak or make a noise, but none came except for a soft, shuddering breath, and she slowly lowered herself to lie flat against the mattress, allowing his hand to follow her down. She wanted to be comfortable and enjoy this properly.

Oh she had long since stopped wondering if she wanted this to go on or not. She more or less had jumped that bridge, barged into the door, and then leapt again, over a happy tribble. So when the kissing came, and when his lips discovered her breasts and nipples, she bit her lower lip, a smile undeniably forming, and she tenderly rested her hands on the back of his neck, letting him do whatever he wanted, fully trusting in him not to inflict harm on her. She was feeling weak, and more frail, but she was foolhardy enough to go on. Besides, she was feeling her body tensing, with delight. There was no way she could let him stop until she was sated, and hopefully, he would be too.

When he had her pants off, she blushed again, despite herself, and her aura of light turned a bright pink, around the face, especially. But she smiled, and grinned, biting down giggles, because Trent's hand was going places that had never been touched by anyone else before, and she was learning new things about herself. Like that burning desire in her loins, which was a pleasurable, yet hungry sensation that made her wish he was a little bolder, a little more free, with that hand, it didn't matter if it was flesh or metal, and got too touching. But considering how sensitive she felt right that instant, she hoped he would do this with knowledge beforehand, and also, she felt she needed to give him some incentive, and something that had been in her heart for some time now.

When he settled next to her, she leaned in towards him, brushing his lips with her own with a tender, gentle kiss, mustering all her feelings and desires into that action and into her eyes, even as she softened the glow of her body, remembering to control herself at all times. Resting one hand on his bicep, she whispered to Trent, “Carrigan, I love you.”

The confession came as a wide-eyed surprise to her even as it might for him. Maybe it was impulsive, maybe it was too soon. But she was completely inexperienced, and right now, with her body aching with desire, maybe she was just acting on lust, but she didn't care. Taking his hand without looking, she guided it towards the waistband of her panties, a pink number that almost left little to the imagination to begin with, but had a lot of pretty rose patterns overlaid over the lace. Her eyes locked on his, and half-smiling, she hooked one of his fingers inside the band and said, “Please...”

The one word gave him permission to make them equal in the lack of clothing, and to do what he desired, because it was her desire too, and then she remembered to add, “Oh, and I think I'm quite ticklish.”

It was necessary to warn him because she wasn't worried about accidentally kicking him or jerking roughly in his grasp, nothing she did could hurt him even if she tried. But she was likely to break bones with any impact. She did not want that, and she doubted he fancied killing her on their first night.

Re: Day 01 [2330 hrs.] Beauty and the Beast

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[ Carrigan Trent | XO's Quarters | Officer's Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Triage

Heather's legs.

He had seen them before, briefly, when they had met in her lab.  To a lot of men, just like her small breasts, they would be unattractive.  But to Carrigan Trent?  They held a unique beauty, one that was all Heather's.  Lean, slender, coltish even.  Pale.  Just perfect for her.  And for him, for that matter.  But one thing he had not done the last time they'd been together was touch them.  Soft skin.  Smooth flesh. Firm yet delicate.  And her inner thighs, warm and inviting, just where his fingers were dancing along, just shy of caressing the areas covered by her underwear...

And he observed her reactions.  Her smile that turned into something like a grin, how she shifted on the bed, the small sounds she was making, the ones hidden by her quasi-giggling.  And, of course, there was her light.  He had started to interpret it, and the pink hue of her glow was something he had come to associate with her blushing and flushing, in a good way.  He did not know yet how embarrassment or stress would register along that spectrum, but eventually he would build a better 'vocabulary' of her colours and gleams. 

Her lips touched his, their eyes met.  And then, three words that shook him hard.  And when he heard them, a truth he had known himself since their first formal meeting after the mutiny fully revealed itself.  And he gave voice to it himself in his usual near-whisper; but despite the low tone, the warmth and genuine nature of his words shone through regardless.  "And I love you too, Heather." 

And with his own words spoken, he felt her hands upon his, the one that was still caressing her thighs, and she led it upwards.  Fingertips brushed the fabric of her underwear, feeling a hint of dampness along the way, and she hooked a single finger into her waistband, and she made her intent clear.  So indeed, she was willing to take this even further.  But he was ready to stop the moment she would say so.  For despite his ability to inflict untold suffering, he did not enjoy hurting others.  And harming Heather by way of going further than she was willing to consent to was absolutely unforgivable in his mind. 

Once more his lips touched hers, briefly and sweetly.  And once more he shifted himself down towards her feet.  Once more both his hands went to her waist.  And this time it was her underwear he pulled down, only to drop it on the deck alongside her pants.  And there he remained for a moment, drinking the sight before him.  He had already had a good look at her upper body, but he was not one to ever tire of the sight of her slender frame and small breasts; he had seen her legs plenty, but they had their own unique beauty, one that married perfectly with her torso via her narrow hips.  And in between, right in the middle, was her womanhood, only slightly hidden by hairs nearly as fine as the ones upon her head. 

She'd already told him she was a virgin.  But what he did not know was what she expected.  Had she always 'known' her first time would involve blood and some discomfort?  If that was the case, it was one notion he would make sure she would find the lie in.  After all, the only reason a first time for a woman could be such was because her lover would fail to see she was properly lubricated.  Oh, there was already indication that was well underway, but he would make sure she would be ready...

And when the time would come he would let her set the rhythm and pressure... and he wasn't certain that his being on top would be conducive to her good health. 

But for now, he smiled at her as he rank in the whole sight before him.  "You're gorgeous," he said softly before he made his way back to lay beside her.  His erection was against her thigh, and his hand of flesh and blood landed first just below her breast, and slowly slid down.  At first, his fingertips made their way into the fine thatch of her hair, even as his other hand, the one made of metal and polymers, moved to the other side of her as he gently slipped his upper arm beneath her head until she would use his shoulder as a pillow and his synthetic fingertips started to tenderly brush at her breast.  Oh yes, he would see it it she would be suitably wet before even suggesting taking this to what appeared to be its natural conclusion. 

And to that end, the hand he was born with slipped further down and caressed first the outermost portions of her womanhood, and then a single finger slipped within her folds, but did not fully penetrate her.  For instead, he was gently stroking about the entrance, steadily moving up.  Until he found the tender and firm little nub at the top.

Re: Day 01 [2330 hrs.] Beauty and the Beast

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[ Heather McMillan | XO's Quarters | Officer's Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet
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She loved how he looked at her. McMillan wasn't certain that she would ever stop marvelling at the fact that a god would look at her the way Carrigan Trent was. It made her giddy with delight, and set butterflies in her stomach. She felt like a kid in a candy store, a cat rolling in catnip, a rabbit in a cabbage garden. Or was it carrots? Bunny seemed to like both. It was such a delight, that it was enough to make her ignore the mild queasyness she felt every now and then. Which coincided with how brightly she shone. Every wave of nausea had her lights dimming, and once she felt fine, the glow would brighten slightly, creating a pulsing effect.

When he told her that he loved her too, she felt light in the head, and wasn't sure if she had passed out. It would be quite disappointing if this turned out to be a dream, but no, she was entirely too sensitive to touch, and his touch would have awakened her if she were asleep. As his fingers worked at the last piece of fabric on her body, McMillan felt an odd impatience and a desire to be rid of clothing, for a lot longer than what was about to happen presently. Clothes hid her light, clothes smothered her, and even the thinnest allowed material and the softest boots chafed her sensitive skin. And...she wasn't going to ever get tired of the way he looked at every part of her body. He seemed pleased even by how ridiculously ticklish she was.

She squirmed visibly now, as his touching and exploring went to her legs. Her aura of light now alternated between orange, to red, to yellow, to pink and back. He used his fingers. Was this how they normally...?

!!!!!!!

She lost her train of thought and burst out with a bout of laughter, bucking and almost leaping off the bed, but for the fact she's gripped the sheets of the bed on either side of herself, and dug herself deeper instead of moving away from his touch. The slightest touch to her smooth, bald skinned womanhood had the strongest tickling sensation that she had ever experienced, along with something akin to an electrical shock, and indescribable pleasure. It was why she stayed almost in place rather than escape. She wanted more! Torturous as it was simultaneously. When the initial feeling subsided for a moment, she slapped her palms over her mouth, staring at Trent with wide eyes. “T-tickles...” she admitted lamely.

Then he told her she was gorgeous, and right then, she was ready to die for him.

If he was shocked by her yelp...yelps of laughter, he took it in a stride, and continued, gently. She was a writhing mess, struggling not to move away, struggling to focus on the pleasurable aspect, and struggling not to accidentally harm him, absurd as that thought was. The few times she'd clenched her legs desperately, all Trent would have felt was fluffy cotton wool pressing on him. She was that soft. But something was happening. The touch, the motions, she could feel her desire for him, and she knew he was getting as turned on by all this. Soft moans intermixed with her giggling and laughing, and she called out his name when he slipped his finger and reached a sensitive and yet more accute spot. “Y-yes...! Carrigan...yes...!”

Re: Day 01 [2330 hrs.] Beauty and the Beast

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[ Carrigan Trent | XO's Quarters | Officer's Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Triage

Carrigan Trent was ready for almost everything, or so he thought.  What he had not expected, though, was for Heather to start contorting herself on the bed as she started laughing.  It tickled?  That was a new one for the human.  She had warned him she was the ticklish sort, but this was definitely somewhere he had expected to elicit that sort of response.  Frankly, he hadn't come across a ticklish lover before, and it was not his style to begin with. 

But there was Heather, squirming and giggling under a touch that usually led to something much different. 

And, just as the pad of his finger touched the little bundle of nerve endings at the top of her slit, she reacted in a much more common way and her laughter gave way to moaning, and to calling his name.  And so, he kept ministering in that general area for a little while with one fingers, while the others too got involved, the tips dipping into her slit, feeling her innermost walls from time to time.  For he wanted her, but he would not proceed until she was suitably wet. 

But once he found her to be as lubricated as he thought was needed, he left his hand where it was, but his fingers stilled.  Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed her once more, and when he pulled back, he looked into her eyes.  "Do you want... more?"

Re: Day 01 [2330 hrs.] Beauty and the Beast

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[ Heather McMillan | XO's Quarters | Officer's Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet
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Heather felt nothing short of mortification under her state of arousal. She wasn't entirely sure that Carrigan appreciated her extreme sensitivity to touch. She wasn't sure of anything in this case, as she was threading water in the dark where this was concerned, so whenever she wasn't squinting her eyes shut and trying not to laugh so much, she stared at him with questioning wide eyes. But she was once again lost to the void of the heavens of pleasure?

It still tickled, but there was a very pleasurable sensation along with it that she embarrassedly moaned in between a few soft giggles. What was he doing to her and was this the standard procedure? She shyly lifted her eyes up to him and received a kiss, which she happily returned, and when he asked, her eyes widened, rolling down, then back up, then to the right, as she thought about it, “Y-yes? D-don't stop...I...it's very nice.”

She flushed a bright crimson, before shifting to pink and then normal hues. She let him do what he wanted, trusting in him completely and his experience. As long as she made him happy, nothing else mattered.

Re: Day 01 [2330 hrs.] Beauty and the Beast

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[ Carrigan Trent | XO's Quarters | Officer's Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Triage

There it was, a natural pause in their activities so far.  For one, Carrigan Trent wanted more.  Oh, there certainly was joy in giving this sort of pleasure to Heather.  She'd admitted she was a virgin, that much he knew for certain.  But what he did not know was what sort of self-gratification she had engaged into on her own time before.  For all he knew, and given the indications he'd encountered, she had been a complete stranger to the particular pleasures of sex.

And that alone made the prospect rather daunting for Trent as well.  Oh, certainly she wouldn't know better if his performance was sub-standard, but by that same token the last thing he wanted was to make the idea of future lovemaking one she was less than pleased with.  For that was what was happening between them.  It was no one-night stand.  Not just a fuck session where they'd use each other to relieve stress.  She loved him, her devotion to him as blatant as that rather cute nose on her face.  And he loved her, something he thought he'd never truly get to experience.  And the idea of taking this to the very end was a very appealing, if daunting one at this point in time. 

Once more, Carrigan leaned forward and pressed his lips upon Heather's and his synthetic hand came up, brushing a strand of hair from her face.  When he pulled back, he offered her a warm, gentle smile.  "This, this is all part of making love.  And there's nothing I want to do more than make love to you, Heather McMillan."  Again, he kissed her and his prosthetic hand slid from her cheek, down her neck, and brushed at her delicate breast. 

"If you want it, and only if you really do, I'd very much like to take this... all the way."
 

Re: Day 01 [2330 hrs.] Beauty and the Beast

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[ Heather McMillan | XO's Quarters | Officer's Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet
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At this moment, Heather's desire for Carrigan overrode her usual shy and insecure nature. Her want was so strong, it emboldened her, and made her want to shower him with love, appreciation and affection, which she did, by reaching out with her hands to caress his face, her touch ghostly and gentler than a soft breeze, the touch carrying heat from the warmth of her glow. When he kissed her, she reciprocated and then planted several quick kisses wherever she could, taking in his scent, his taste, his touch. Everything. She felt a jolt when his hand brushed over her breast. Her entire body was alive with sensations, and she looked longingly at him, “There is nothing I want,” said Heather huskily, “than to be made love to by you, Carrigan Trent.”

Her breath caught, and she shivered with anticipation for a moment, then she plunged in, letting him do with her as he pleased. She was like moldable clay. For her own safety, she stayed on top most of the time. It was everything and more than she anticipated this to be. But Heather only knew her desire and bond with Carrigan had grown, and was growing stronger. She would have liked to keep going but the dull throb in her head and the fact that she was beyond exhausted from the day's events and making love on top of it all. When they settled down, Heather curled up lovingly beside her love, and she reached up to kiss him once more, a sweet smile on her lips, “Good night, my love,” she said, her tone sincere and without doubt, “the light shine upon you in your rest...”

As she fell into an easy slumber, her aura of light dimmed only so slightly, but she continued to illuminate the room with ever shifting colours.
 
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