[USS Charon, Deck Three]
Yes. Extremely unwise.
The arms around her, the mouth descending onto hers, sent sweet waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she could feel her heart beating slower, more fiercely already. She moved against him, demanding more and he did not object but rather strengthened his hold to the point where she gave a small, surprised gasp.
One more second of this and he would not have to complete the thought she had sensed flashing through his mind.
Hands digging into the fabric of his shirt, she backed away as gently as she could, stomping down on the terrible heat threatening to gain control.
"Brent…" she finally managed to form the words, her low, melodious voice holding a deep, husky undertone "It would be wise if you considered this carefully."
Brent stopped for a moment as she withdrew so quickly. He stared at her for a few moments he realized that she had sensed what he was thinking. That was going to take some getting used to. Clearing his thoughts except maybe what to do next with her... "Forgive me Sakarra, I'm not thinking straight right now. I'm not sure what you want me to consider carefully. If you are asking me if I should reconsider seeing you again like this, I'm afraid that you will have to be the one to stop it, as I do not want to," he said softly.
"If you are asking me," he said as he moved closer to her again so that he could whisper his response to her. "If I would like to go inside... Then the answer is yes." To punctuate his positive response he let his teeth graze across her neck ever so slightly.
If he did not yet know what his breath traveling over her skin was doing to her, chances were he'd find out soon enough. Torturously slow, he pulled the unresisting woman closer again, sparking an irresistible electric current that tore down layers of carefully maintained control until she was aware of him with all senses, reveling in the wonder of it.
Finally, a small, melodious laugh echoed in the dim, empty corridor.
Ah, and why not.
Offered so freely from one she held so dear, and bold enough to make his desire clear without chance of misunderstanding. But still, a fair warning was in order.
Murmuring soft words in her native language, Sakarra grasped one hand that had been engaged in sweet exploration of a marvelously shaped waist and intertwined her fingers with his. Immediately, the beginnings of a mental thread sprang to life, a current of sensations traveling from one to the other. Slowly, her other hand returned to his face still nuzzling against a slender neck and she could not help but draw a sharp breath when the waves of barely contained desire flooded her mind.
With the most tender touch she could muster, the young Vulcan reached out for the other consciousness, until he could not only feel, but sense the heat of her skin that made her want to shed the painfully tight, constricting fabric before it either burst into flames or choked her, and the trails of flames his every touch laid onto her body.
'Is this truly what you want? Because once we walk through that door, I won't be able to stop again.'
The connection caught Brent a little bit off guard, his eyes going wide as her fingers entwined with his. He let out a slow steady breath as he felt the connection come into place. Sadly he had no experience in such matters. It was completely new to him as the smile crept over his face the first very unimpressive thought that went through his mind was, 'Whoa.'
He smiled at her, one of his hand rising up and gently touching her cheek. The combined feelings running through his body made his actions speak louder than words. He stepped forward, one hand resting on her back still helping to gently guide her through her door until finally the door closed behind him and the two of them were alone together in her quarters. 'Does that answer your question,' he responded to her.
If there had been even the slightest chance they might have made it to the bed, of even the sofa, it was gone the second he responded so completely unafraid and willing to that other mind reaching for his. Rather than the gradual build of a gentle web entangling them, the mindlink ran searing through her every nerve and prompted a deep, joyous laugh.
'I should have expected that, no?'
Desire beating in her blood like the ancient drums of Vulcan battle, she shed silks and wool as if she could not bear to feel the heavy fabric another second, and in truth, she could not. He loosened her hair and thrust his fingers into the fragrant rivulets of black, which earned him a sound of approval before impatient hands traveled under his shirt, making sweet discoveries.
As he helped her remove his shirt and clothing the only thing he could think to respond was. 'You really should have. But don't worry. We have plenty of time to get to know one another...'
=/\= The Next Morning... =/\=
There was very little movement from Brent for some hours when finally they went to sleep. His thoughts were none existent after the night that he had just had. Probably the best and the most tiring and the best that he had experienced. However a Marine is used to getting up at a certain time of day and when things go off whack eventually the Marine reacts. It was well past his wakeup time when eventually Brent began to stir in bed.
With the pleasant weight of an arm wrapped around her waist, Sakarra had found herself not unable, but at least unwilling to leave the place under the light silks and taken to studying the relaxed, sleeping face on the pillow. With a tender smile on her features, she stretched ever so lightly, savoring both the sweet heaviness in her bones and the multitude of tiny aches and pains.
Apparently, she should get used to Brent surprising her on a regular basis. Astonishing, how one with such a gentle touch could be nearly a match for a Vulcan letting her passion run its course. Still, she was mildly concerned her … enthusiasm might have caused unintended harm and leaned forward to frown at the bruise showing on his upper arm, just barely covered by ivory colored silk.
When the heat of her breath touched his skin, the reaction was for once one Sakarra had expected. Waking in unfamiliar surroundings, he went from stirring sleepily to alert in under one second.
"Ha'tha ti'lu." Smiling, she quirked a brow at the radiant blue eyes focusing on her.
He was barely focusing on Sakarra when he heard her speak to him. He chuckled softly before replying. "Good morning to you," he said quietly before leaning up and giving her a quick kiss before collapsing down onto the bed again. He let out a deep breath, a sigh of contentment as he stretched out with his one free arm, his other one which was still wrapped around her waist dragged her closer up to him.
"That was simply amazing," he said to her. "Although I think I told you that last night. Several times in fact," he said. "Or sent the message to you," he said with a smirk. "Well you get the idea. But I think you already knew that before I told you."
"So you did." She exhaled slowly when he pulled her closer again, pressing the hot length of her body against his, and languidly trailed a small hand across his chest. "But no, I don't always know what you think, unless you specifically want me to know … or you catch me off guard." At the latter, she gave a small wink and her fingertips moved to trace the outlines of his face again. Like the slow currents moving in the depths of a river, sensations flowed back and forth, weaving, entangling and fading.
A spark of mischief flared briefly in the depth of black eyes, but she settled for pressing warm lips against his shoulder, covering his chest in waves of silken hair. "And even though I am quite sure I have voiced my approval in no uncertain terms – and yes, several times, if memory serves – let me make it clear I share the sentiment."
"I've never dated a Vulcan before," he said looking down at her as she planted the kiss on his shoulder and told him that she thoroughly enjoyed the previous night.
"I don't know how much you were able to tell of my coherent thoughts. What few I had last night anyways. I don't want this to just be one thing that we do. I want to see you again. With clothes on," he said shrugging his shoulders a little bit. "Without clothes on. Either or is fine with me. But I want to see you again after this."
Propping herself up on one elbow, Sakarra let a slightly more somber gaze rest on his face.
"Vulcans do not 'date' as you maybe perceive it, although an unbounded one is free to choose a … companion. Still, it is a deeply private matter. And yet another which I need you to consider carefully. No matter how skilled I may be in shielding, … this …" her fingertips moved to his temples again, setting off a brief flare of recognition as two minds drew closer to intertwine just as the bodies already were "… will only grow more intense in time. It can be a wonder, and the most marvelous experience. The deepest joy a Vulcan will experience lies in sharing with the other. But it can also become a heavy burden."
Letting her hand linger with the most tender touch, she slowly moved on top of his relaxed, outstretched body, smiling at his brief intake of breath. "That said, I have no objection to seeing you again in any type of garment." Languidly and with every sign of enjoyment, she brought her lips down towards his neck and inhaled the pleasant scent of both of them together.
"Then it's a good thing that I like you. Burdens are best undertaken when they provide rewards that we seek," he said. "Although I have no idea on how Vulcans bond or go about this," he said pointing towards his temple where she touched. I'm willing to learn though. Just... Patience is all I ask for. Maybe a good Federation Standard to Vulcan dictionary too," he said as he closed his eyes. His hand crept up and took her hand in his.
The moment was almost pristine. However Brent knew that eventually it would have to end, but not for a while. "How soon do you have to report for duty," he asked, hoping it was a little ways away.
"Two point four seven standard hours." Holding very still, she savored the feeling of gentle fingers closing around her hand and exhaled. 'No time at all and an eternity. Right here, right now, it is good. Kaiidth.'
[End Log]
Brevet 1st Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Commander
Lt Cmdr Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon
