"I suppose then we will have to test my theory," he said as his hands moved to the silk dress, grasping it tightly in his hands as he lowered it down, backing away from Sakarra for only a moment to let the dress fall down and puddle at her feet. "Hmm. It would seem that I was right," he said and moved down quickly. He let himself go a little bit, moving faster than a human should have. Maybe it was the drink or perhaps it was the moment. He picked Sakarra up into his arms and began to walk over to the bed. "The dress almost looks better when on the floor," he said and kissed Sakarra there as he slowly lowered the two of them onto the bed.
The "almost?" comment she had been about to make was silenced by a long awaited and passionately answered kiss, drowning out everything else but the scent and taste of him and the fierce beating of her heart. The cool silks of the bed came as a shock to her burning skin and she let out a muffled gasp before that, too, simply fell away and her hands eagerly removed whatever irritating fabric was still between them. A fleeting sense of amusement over her impatience floated through the thread already reasserting itself and was answered by another joyous laugh.
'Yes. But this time you should have been the one expecting it.'
Not willing to endure any more tantalizing for the moment, she dug her shoulders into the firm mattress and succeeded in neatly throwing him onto his back again. Holding him pinned exactly where she wanted him, her lips found the rapidly beating pulse at his throat for a lingering kiss.
'Perhaps I should have,' was all the response he could muster before being consumed in the moment.
[A significant amount of time later…]
There were days when Sakarra cursed a Vulcan's innate sense of time, and this was one of them. For the first time since, well, the last night she had been in Brent's company, she had in fact slept soundly, driven to the brink of exhaustion and satiated in body and mind.
But arriving on the bridge in obviously … ruffled... condition was out of the question. Her legs were tangled in the silks and it took a good amount of careful moving about until the young Vulcan managed to slide out of the bed, experiencing a profound dislike for leaving the arms that had still held on to her when she woke up.
She flexed her shoulders a bit and smiled at the tiny ache this move produced before breathing a kiss on the sleeping Marine's lips.
Right. Shower.
No need to wake him just yet, and he looked as if he was thoroughly content in his sleep.
Brent had been quite content. He could scarcely remember the last time he had been quite this content. Aside from when he had last spent the night in Sakarra's quarters. He had not moved much over the course of the night after they had both collapsed into sleep and exhaustion, so when his arms moved reflexively to squeeze Sakarra against him and found nothing there that set off an annoyance in his mind. Another minute passed before he tried to pull her closer to him again and failed.
That time Brent began to stir, shifting around ever so slightly in bed still not feeling his lover from the previous night he awoke. His eyes slowly coming into focus where she should have been from last night. A frown creased his lips as his eyes confirmed what his mind already knew. She wasn't there. His hearing picked something up in the distance. A shower. Ah that's where she had run off to. Brent exited the bed afterwards before finding his way into the bathroom. He had considered being polite on his way over and just talking with her. But that sounded exceptionally boring. Instead he moved the curtain aside, and since Sakarra had her back to him at the moment he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"You know when I get to be emperor of the galaxy I think I am going to make this hour of the morning illegal.."
"I am sure your loyal subjects would approve."
Immersed in the soothing heat of the falling water that massaged sore muscles and the minor sprain here and there, she had failed to hear Brent's approach until he was only 2.6 meters away. Leaning into the tender embrace, she quickly changed the water temperature to one that would be comfortable to a human as well and then drew in a breath when the cool but pleasant stream hit her chest. Well, if she hadn't been wide awake already, she certainly was now.
He nearly lilted her off her feet again when he proceeded to playfully nuzzle her neck, and it was all Sakarra could do to not utter a startled yelp or outright chuckle when he moved both of them under the falling water. Several ideas concerning an appropriate payback presented themselves, but each and every one of those would make her late for her shift.
Breathing a small sigh, Sakarra turned around and lifted her face, causing the droplets cascading off his shoulders to fall onto the lashes of her closed eyes. Something about the way his arms tightened around her told the young woman he might have caught one or more of her stray thoughts.
Oops.
Wrapping her arms around him, she rose on her toes and grazed soft lips across a slightly rough chin. "Would you like me to attempt and 'throttle' my replicator to procure a uniform for you? I am afraid your clothes have suffered slightly yesterday. At least I seem to remember the sound of fabric in distress." As far as she had been able to pay attention to such things. But the shirt had looked somewhat disheveled when she had stepped over it this morning.
'You know if you want to work on being late for your shift for what I believe is probably the first time,' he replied to her having heard her thoughts. 'I know of a few good ideas off the top of my head.' He grinned down at her as a few ideas flashed through his own head about the best way they could spend their time. "But I suppose that would be mean of me now wouldn't it?" he asked. "I don't have to be on duty for another few hours, and something tells me when the situation is eventually reversed. And I know it will be. You won't have forgotten how I made you late to your shift one morning with messy hair trying to hide an air of satisfaction..."
"You certainly did, didn't you," he asked looking back towards the room. "After we shower here we can wage war on your replicator and get us to make us a satisfactory meal and a set of clothes for me. Although maybe not in that order. Unless you want me to walk around like this," he said motioning down at his state of undress.
He was quite correct. About it being the first time ever she would be late, and the air of satisfaction. And as it happened, some of his ideas coincided with her own and it took a great deal of willpower to not act on the more enticing images floating from one mind to the other. When he finally did lift her up and held her so close she could feel his heartbeat and her ribs protesting, pain and pleasure surged and put a severe strain on her fading resolve.
Her slight gasp was quieted by a kiss and she silently laughed and cursed him at the same time.
Unable to refrain from retaliating, Sakarra wrapped her legs around him and provocatively arched her back. 'You are aware that this is a perilous maneuver given the rather slippery floor, yes?'
The first answer she got was a hand being thrust into soaked, heavy hair, pulling her into an even deeper kiss.
Right.
This was not quite what she had planned. But it was also too wonderful to stop.
Damn.
'He who dares. Wins,' Brent replied. 'Besides. I know you think it's more fun that way..'
[Not quite as much, but still a significant amount of time later, Bridge]
As expected, several heads turned towards the young Vulcan as she stepped out of the turbolift, a mere ten point seven seconds before her shift was about to start. They had become so accustomed to her being twenty minutes early, she might as well have arrived with a Sehlat in tow.
Of course it didn't help her eyes were radiating a silent humor, barely covered by the features of stoic calm. She had dressed with astonishing speed, leaving a mightily amused Brent in the middle of her quarters after having thrust a newly replicated uniform into his arms. Well, perhaps it had been the kiss that had come with the uniform and her dignified but expedient departure that had caused the smile.
A slow glance out of jet black eyes traveled across the bridge, and if any took note that there was something off about the helmsman, it sure wasn't to be found in her appearance. The uniform was as neat as ever and not a strand of the tightly braided and coiled hair was out of place. Only a yawning Ensign M'Riarr briefly narrowed green-golden eyes on her department head before relinquishing the chair, and then purred quietly.
[End Log]
Brevet 1st Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Commander
Lt Cmdr Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm
USS Charon
