Posted Oct. 12, 2019, 5:50 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) (David Shotton)
Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in CNS office Which of the four of us needs the counseling more
Not giving Max a second to react, Jasmine pulled him into a small storage room to her right. It was marked Medical 291 but there would be no patients in there because this was just where they stored extra equipment. Entering the storage closet she shook her hand freeing it from Max’s grip. There was very little room to move in here. The room was dominated by several large gurney’s used to transport critically injured people to sickbay. Not saying a word, Jasmine pulled off her duty shirt and dropped it to the ground. Slowly lifting the hem of her black undershirt, Jasmine slowly peeled off the second shirt to that she was standing in only her work pants and Navy colored bra. Backing away slowly, she reached out until her hands found the first gurney. Hopping up on it, she curled her finger drawing Max towards her. The walk wasn’t far but long enough to let some tension rise in her body. “There is no comm in here. My mother can’t find me. Your Mom can’t find you. We are essentially cloaked from the rest of the world and the door doesn’t lock,” she tucked her fingers into the waistband of his duty pants. Tugging slightly so that she could close the few inches between them, Jasmine looked into Max’s eyes. “So you wanna be a rebel. Live on the dangerous side and see what pops up,” she raked her bottom lip with her top teeth.
“Baby if anything else pops up other than what already has, I’m going to be a worried Engineer,” he replied, letting his fingertips trace the curves of her bare arms as she pulled him into her.
The counseling session had done wonders to her marriage. Maybe that was why people sought out marriage counseling. It was nothing to do with the psycho blabber about listening to each other. It was more about having to sit so close to someone you were so in love with. It was about the witty banter from Team Wynter against whatever the world threw at them. It was about knowing Max would do anything for her. All she had to do was ask. So Jasmine was asking now to revert to her teen years and see where the situation led.
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His pulse had quickened the moment Jasmines shirt had gone over her head, he knew her curves and tender places, how she held her mouth when she wanted something in particular and the way her tone dropped and became needful when she spoke. If their mothers had achieved only one thing in their eagerness to see traditions followed and Max carry out his husbandly duties, it had been holding the newly married couple back from doing this every chance they got.
“God I love you.” His words were soft, almost a whisper even in the small room as he began to explore her, while at the same time pulling his shirt free from his trousers and with one hand pulling it over his own head, letting his form fitting grey undershirt press against her body.
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“Of course. How could you not,” she kissed him hungrily. She had had other plans for today and none of them involved an hour in the counselor’s office but Max had come and she had promised him a treat for good behavior. “I am witty and beautiful. I am also a firecracker when the occasion calls for it.” Jasmine’s hands began to work the rest of Max’s uniform free as she kissed him sitting on the stretcher. They had not had a typical start as a married couple. While Mintaran culture embraced the idea of the Ministry of Harmony, it was still awkward to meet someone for the first time. Jasmine remembered their first meeting on the space station. Max had gotten Jasmine her own quarters across the hall. This would not have been abnormal but she was not being chaperoned by her parents. The bumps and dips however never revolved around their libidos when together. That aspect of their pairing scored bonus points.
“God you are so sexy chief,” she panted in breathy whispers as her hands yanked at the material, helping Max extricate his body from it. The counseling session did far more for her than apparently it did for Max. He was half asleep and playful during it but Jasmine was strangely extremely turned on with each silly quip and verbal banter between them. Any woman on the ship would jettison Jasmine’s body and not think twice to have his eyes look at them the way Max as looking at Jasmine now. Yes, there was pure carnal lust in his eyes but also something more: utter devotion. Somewhere from swiping right on the selection page to here in the dark and slightly dusty medical storage closet, Maxwell Logan fell completely in love with Jasmine Wynter.
Max grinned as his hands helped hers with his undershirt, stretching it between his hands slightly as if it was an impromptu restraint. “I know,” he said simply, his voice low and sure of itself. “It helps to have the most beautiful and gorgeous woman on the ship as my wife, you have my total attention, Mrs Wynter, come here.” Taking her by the hips, Max stepped in closer to her and his lips looked for her neck.
They both had bantered about having children. The talks ranged from hell no to fudge yes and then settled somewhere in the middle. One week Max would want to have serious discussions about having a child. Another week Jasmine would get babies on the brain and Max was the walking motto no rest for the weary. Sitting in the counselor’s office, Jasmine decided it was her week to want a baby. As Max closed the space between them, Jasmine opened her legs slightly so that Max could stand between them and kiss her without having a knee poised exactly where it should not be. “I love you,” she said rapidly not knowing what to explore first on his body. If they were home and in their own bedroom, Max and Jasmine could adjust and move so that any number of positions were at the ready. Here in storage closet 717, the options were about as varied as one had in the back of a two-seater personal shuttle. Yet like any couple in love, Max and Jasmine would adjust.
“Sshh,” Max said, and put his finger over her lips softly while his lips travelled up her neck to her jaw, searching for her lips. “I know you do, that’s why you dragged me in here.” His tone was soft and slow, almost gentle but like his lips, his words knew what he was searching for and knew the pace that he needed to bring her down to. Now wasn’t the time for clumsy teenage style backseat love, he knew where Jasmine needed to go and he knew how to take her on that journey, his role now was to have her do what she was told.
“I love you,” she said in a far more gentle tone that the actions of her body exhibited. Her tone was soft and romantic. Her hands were pulling him closer as if she were holding on for dear life. Her fingertips pressed hard into the bare skin on Max’s back. Feeling the toned muscles flex and tighten with each movement of his hands on her body was taking Jasmine to places far faster than Max realized they were traveling. If he did not notice soon, she would be at the finish line sipping water as he finally crossed the finish line ten minutes later.
Now with his lips on hers, he smiled gently. “I loved you, from the moment I saw you step out of the docking ring I knew I had checked all the right boxes.” It may have been a corny thing to say for most people, but Mintaran’s were slightly odd in that regard, they literally did tick boxes when choosing a mate. That meant that those words were rather more romantic in Minataran culture than most others. Max’s hands continued to explore her, following the fabric line of her bra, his thumb and forefinger giving the catch at the back a twist as if it was a fuse in an energy conduit he had to dexterously move into position just by feel. Jasmine had reaped the benefit of his skills on more than one occasion and this one was no different as Max’s fingertips followed her trim and smooth waist to her trouser line.
“I want a baby. A boy. We will call him Logan after your family’s name.” None of the sentences she was using were meant for Max to reply to. They were more I can statements meant for Max to key in on what was about to happen. Fiddling with his belt, Jasmine pulled it off his pants with the skill of someone who was taming a lion. The soft snick of the leather against the fabric of his trousers made her groan or it could have been a reaction to Max doing the same thing to her clothes. Whatever the reason, Jasmine did not want it to stop. Leaning back on the stretcher, she pulled Max with her.
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“Do not tell Bob that the counseling session did what it was supposed to,” Max said with a soft laugh as he followed her onto the stretcher. Pushing himself up with his knees and resting on his elbows for the moment, Max reached forward and with his fingers brushed Jasmine’s hair to one side away from her neck, so all of her hair fell on one shoulder where his fingers threaded their way through it firmly. He dropped his lips to her neck once more and let them travel down along her shoulder, pulling her head to one side as his kiss returned to her neck while he adjusted his body to match hers.
Letting his lips part from the soft skin of her neck, Max looked into Jasmine’s eyes. “I like the name Logan for our son,” his voice growing softer, he let his lips brush Jasmine’s as his breath got quicker. “I want a baby too, Jaz,” came out as a whisper as his fingers tightened in her hair.
------- A short time later-----------
“You know there isn’t much room on these bio-beds when you think about it,” Max observed as he lay on his side beside Jasmine as if they were only taking a moment’s nap from the busy day they had had. “But I’m surprised at how comfy they are when you take a moment to really get a feel for it.” He grinned, they had both certainly gotten a good understanding of the comfort level of a bio-bed.
“So what are we going to do now both of our shifts are over?” The question was innocent enough, but his slow smile and the way he looked at Jasmine hinted that there were other places they could discuss this baby thing, in greater detail than in storage closet 717.
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