Re: USS Theurgy: What if - The Public Baths
Reply #70 –
[ Lt. Cmdr Leon Marquez & Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia | The Public Baths | Vector 1 | Deck 12 ]
@Nolan@Griff @Brutus
Even Leon had to chuckle at that old joke. When the Imperial Navy offered volunteers to observe Starfleet battle procedures during the Alliance, Ensign Mariner had been caught with a Romulan Uhlan in his quarters teaching her some visual reference material from a certain ancient book from Asia. Getting your Romul-on, Ensign? Have fun, just keep it in the Neutral Zone. Marquez idly ordered his protégé at the time, giving James Mariner 10 additional minutes to attend a routine security briefing; that particularly cute blue-eyed brunette Romulan's own senior officer came by just a minute later and summarily ordered her to continue her 'reconnaissance'.... for the rest of his life, Jimmy never took that word seriously again, given the nature of getting his own 'Romul-on' and having to at least partially giggle at that word to the inexplicable chagrin of other security officers.
Angel almost blurt out 'Aye, Sir' up until the moment and Leon gave her butt a light pinch, only enough to tickle, rather than to hurt, and she didn't mind granting the only man in the galaxy that privilege; as if he were giving her the order to stand at ease... or rather, whatever she was doing next in that wily mind of hers.
Alessia had been looking for a comfortable position in a most artistic manner, as if to slowly ease into one of her secret dances, she held her arms above her head as she rolled her hips around, for Leon to enjoy, but also to give Lillee some ideas for Tom, but her erotic routine was briefly interrupted by just the most subtle but identified skin contacts only another woman's lips could have offered. Alessia almost lost her composure at the surprise but didn't object. In point of fact, she cupped a hand and gave a targeted spank across the blonde's nearest cheek as most pilots did in the communal showers from time to time. She'd encouraged Tessa May Lance in particular to give it a chance more often for mutual morale. Alessia met eyes with Lillee and maintained a curious exchange of facial expressions.
Without stopping her movements, Angel snapped out of her aroused trance and regarded the Romulan woman with a surprised, wide-eyed and mouth-agape expression of sharp amusement as if telepathically telegraming Oh-no-you-didn't!.... Game on, Girl! The expression changed into a playful, 'challenge accepted' scowl. As if she was just challenged to a sprinting contest by a competitor who had just darted towards the last holodeck credit for the next month; her second expression was the same she would wear knowing she could outrun and win the ensuing race.
Leon warily made note of the blonde Romulan's proximity as she moved, out of habit and a sense of caution, especially if protecting Alessia was involved, no matter how, well, aroused, they -both- were. Mind over body, even if Alessia was doing one of her favorite striptease routines, Leon was just cautious, but fortunately and as he'd hoped, she was in in the spirit of the reason he'd agreed to come down here... Alessia was just asking if not outright begging him to suck on her neck and massage her beneath that white bikini. And he'd do so once the illusive Romulan finished her maneuvers. Despite this, he kept a neutral regard even if he was in the most pleasurable state of mind as he could even remember, given their ship's adventures. If only Leon would have known Alessia would've been down here, she particularly loved having mistletoe in that wavy hair of hers.
The other woman was Tom's, and Leon was all too satisfied with his own company even as she made the slightest overture to the latin woman who was just beginning to peel off a bit of her garments before this, showing just the right amount of booty to him. Leon kept his eyes where they belonged, even when Alessia turned her back to him, letting him appreciate that butt of hers while experimenting with the strings holding her swimwear to her full, curvy body. If anything could give him any resistance to psionic effects, it was a memory like this.
Men. Why couldn't they ever handle women's garments without assistance? Or was it his intention to tie her bikini bottom to her top, to tie into something he'd gotten into while she was out? Unlikely, given how loyal he'd been to her-- and she really made inquiries, to be sure. She was just about to burst if she the steamy air of this chamber and her own arousal didn't let her just sate one exact need her flesh demanded. It was just the best substitute for even her, a so-called, girl gone wild, back in her junior academy years. Before her dramatic return to grace.
As a haze settled in her mind, she sat down atop her fleshy, warm and moist throne as Leon held onto her waist and she guided those calloused but curiously inquisitive fingers onto the now freed knots that she 'technically' still wore. Her pupils dilated as she grinned.
"Music?" They asked un unison as they both had the same idea, jinxing at each other.