Future Relations (2/2) [18+]

Posted on 05 Feb 2016 @ 4:53pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius

1,730 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Episode 10 - Symposium
Location: USS Sarek - Deck A, Private Quarters
Timeline: MD23 - 1900 hours

Continued from part 1:

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== About an hour later ==

"Come with me." As the Sarek was now running stationary, the Andorian commodore pulled the Human up to his feet and pulled him towards the turbolift. "How did you enjoy the feel of my ship?" She stood close as they waited for the car to arrive, her antennae curved slightly towards him as she waited for an answer.

"Um...it's nice. Smooth and she responds well. The ship, I mean." He couldn't help but look up at Talla in the close proximity of the turbolift. Her prodding touches had been forceful yet provocative, and now that they were alone, he looked at her more intently. He wasn't a master at Andorian body language signals but he got the impression she was a bit interested in him. Which was great, because he struggled hard to keep himself from drooling at the sight of her. "She felt good..." he added, then took a breath to calm his nerves. "So where are we going?"

"My quarters," she answered simply, "it's only one deck down but I have a bottle of Andorian ale waiting that is looking for some company." Even though she normally didn't touch alcohol, she felt she could make an exception if she kept herself in check. "Unless you don't drink?" She stepped a little closer and he cold feel her body's warmth through the sheer fabric of her dress.

A pleasant shiver ran through him when she came close. He could suddenly feel his heart beating quickly as if he was a 14 year old talking to his first crush. "No...no objections..." Somehow he managed to smile and regain his composure, and his hand instinctively reached out and touched the side of her ribs. "It's not everyday that I get invited to a flag officer's quarters," he winked, giving her side a gentle rub.

"Not every day I invite a skilled pilot to my private domain," Talla chuckled, allowing the gentle touch. She shivered minutely, realizing it had been a long while since any male had touched her in this fashion. The door opened and she tugged him along. "Almost there," she said as they approached a specific door, which opened before them. "How would you like your drink?"

"Neat, please," he answered, then stared in a bit of awe at the spacious expanse of her Sovereign-class quarters. He had never seen anything like it aboard any starship he'd been deployed on, and he was soon tugged inside to get a better view. "Wow. You have nicest quarters I've ever seen..." He was now beginning to get a bit jealous.

"I do have a very big ship," Talla pointed out as she poured the drinks. His without additions and straight from the bottle, hers a little diluted and on the rocks. She handed him his drink, then eased herself down on the couch, casually crossing one leg over the other thereby causing the fabric of her dress to fall back to reveal a little more leg than was proper. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

He took the drink and sat himself down next to her on the plush couch, glancing around slowly at the decorations before settling his gaze back on her. Somehow, the fabric of her dress had tightened around her chest and run up her thighs, presenting him with a view of a most wonderful-looking lady with a splendid body.

He sipped his drink and immediately felt his eyes water from the strong alcohol content. "You're beautiful," he said in a quiet voice to her while looking in to her gray eyes and suppressing a cough. "I've never really met an Andorian woman before...well, I served with one in the Corps, but never really met her, you know?"

"You have the opportunity now," Talla invited, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees, rolling the glass between her hands and making the blue liquick slosh inside. "So...you think I'm beautiful?" It had been a while since a male (or female at that) had told her that too and it made her feel a little warmer inside.

"...Yeah, I do." He really couldn't control himself much anymore, and scooted himself close to her on the couch till their legs were touching. His dark hand reached out and stroked the side of her cheek before cupping it, then he leaned forward and planted a kiss on her blue lips. As intimidated as he was by her rank and physical prowess, he was also thoroughly and happily seduced.

The Andorian leaned into the kiss, the glass dropping onto the carpet as she reached up and locked her fingers into his hair. "Took you long enough," she murmured around the kiss.

He fumbled with his own drink which quickly fell into his lap and all over his pants, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment. Wrapping a strong arm around her lower back, he pulled her on top of his waist and began to passionately kiss her. His head tilted to the side to allow his tongue to slip into her mouth, and his hands worked the fabric of her dress to raise it above her hips.

She worked with him to get her dress out of the way. She heard fabric rip but didn't seem to care as she returned his kisses.The straps from her dress fell down her shoulders as she leaned over him, her long white hair obscuring their faces like a curtain. Her tongue danced with his as the kiss lingered, her hands roaming down his chest to the hem of his shirt, only to slip underneath to touch his skin sliding the fabrics upwards with the aim of relieving him from the offensive garment that was only in the way.

Stretching his arms upwards to allow her to pull his shirt off, Lamar then tossed his polo to the side and out of the way. His muscular torso was littered with various SFMC tattoos -- relics of his previous deployments before he was transferred to Fleet duty.

He pulled her close and continued to kiss her, each round a bit slower than the previous. His mouth traveled methodically from her lips to her chin, then down to her neck and collarbone before they finally began to tend to the top of her breasts. The bulge in his pants was beginning to ache...fortunately it was a pleasant sensation and was enhanced by the feel her hips settled atop his.

"Oh just get it off already," Talla grunted, enjoying the attention. Her blue skin flushed where it was kissed and rubbed. The thin straps of her dress fell further down her arms, revealing more of her lithe and trained body. It was obvious she had enjoyed, and probably still did enjoy a lot of exercise.

Reaching to her arms to assist, his fingers curled around the dress fabric before forcefully tugging it downwards to reveal her large, bare chest. Lamar didn't remember seeing anything quite so tantalizing in his life ever before, and within a few seconds he had wrapped one of her dark blue areolae inside of his mouth and was now licking the nub contained within. Another hand moved down to her thigh and hiked her dress up above her hips to reveal her underwear.

Some time later, Talla stretched under the silken covers on her bed, rolling over into the warm body beside her. She smiled as she lightly caressed her guest's skin. "That was different," she whispered happily. "Different, but extremely enjoyable."

He reached around her shoulder and pulled her close for a quick kiss on her lips. His chest was still covered in beads of sweat from their previous adventures, and he lazily laid next to her with content. "We can do another round in a bit, if you want," he teased, squeezing her blue arm with affection. "You're very passionate in bed," he complimented.

"Sarek will be in dock for a while," the Andorian commented invitingly. "Perhaps you can come by every day?" She ran her fingers across his chest. "And we can, if you're up for it..."

"Love to," he answered with a big grin while stroking her firm belly with his dark fingertips. "I don't have anything else planned for shore leave. Was going to go back to Philly to see my family, but that would only be for a few days." He paused to think about her proposition more in depth. "Does this mean we're dating? Or are we doing an extended hookup until we both ship off on our own directions?"

"Maybe both," Talla suggested, shivering slightly at the touch, "maybe the second can turn into the first?"

Lamar liked the sound of that. "You're beautiful," he reiterated before giving one of her antenna a kiss and running her fingers through her white hair. "If you help me get qualified for my class-5 flight ratings, I'll do whatever you want," he chuckled with half-jest and half-seriousness. "It's nice to get out of the shuttlebay for once and into your quarters."

"Sure we can arrange that," Talla promised, "and we'll see about afterwards. You better go and get matters arranged with your department head."

"Yeah. I will," he promised. As long as Lieutenant Jynn, the Deltan, was okay with it, Lamar hoped. He then paused and looked at her as he suddenly interpreted her statement in a different way. "Wait. Are you kicking me out, now?"

"For now," Talla chuckled, "you might be on leave, but I still have work to do."

He nodded and slowly sat up. "Lucky me," he chuckled before reaching for his clothes to get dressed again. "How long are you in port for?" he then asked, wondering what her schedule was like and if he would be able to work in some shore leave shenanigans with her at some point.

"A few days," the Andorian replied sadly, "a week at most."

He finished pulling on his shirt over his torso and looked back at her, the glowing blue woman with white hair. "Let's make the most of it then," he smiled before giving her a wave and turning to depart her quarters.

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Commodore Talla H'Rhar
CO USS Sarek-A
TGCO TF21-C

CWO3 Lamar Darius
Chief Support Craft Pilot
USS Galileo
[PNPC Saalm]

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