Posted May 23, 2019, 9:48 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) (David Shotton)
Posted by Ensign Jessica Lemann (Doctor) in Ten Forward - Nash After Hours
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) in Ten Forward - Nash After Hours
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Jessica’s small frame melted against Nash as she eagerly returned his kiss. As he ended the kiss, she rested her cheek against his wet chest, savoring the feel of his heartbeat below her ear. The combination of his words and, despite the warm error, a slight chill from being wet left her trembling lightly against him. As her fingers interlaced in his, she looked up at him with an impish grin, “well, it’s awfully presumptuous for you to assume that your quarters are closer, but I’ll take your word for it.” Her left hand occupied in his, her free right hand reached up to snug itself in his hair as she pulled him down to her, teasing his lips with hers, then learning back slightly to order, “computer, end program.”
As the beach and the waves fizzled out of existence, she brought his lips down to hers again, not quite as deeply and passionately, but more playful and lighthearted. After a few moments, she let go of his hair and, moving her hand down to poke at his ribs, ended the kiss and murmured, “lead the way, then.”
Ensign Lemann
The room around them faded back to the sterile criss cross of the holodeck, and the two found themselves still soaked, with their shoes resting by the door. Nash smiled down at her, noting that she was no less beautiful now that the scenery had faded. “You know,” he mused quietly to her, “I think that program has never been quite so stunning as it was tonight. Normally when I come here, I can sit and watch the waves and the boats, the moon and stars for hours. Tonight, they all faded into the background with you here.” He raised his head and softly kissed her cheek, just gently before leading her to the door, picking up their shoes and then walking, barefoot and wet the pair of them down the corridors of the Atlantis towards his quarters. Idly, Nash was half grateful he had forgotten his cigar. It would have been ruined by the water anyway.
The ship was cooler than the beach had been, so he didn’t waste any time reaching his room, although a crewman moved past them at one point and went to nod as he recognized Nash, then paused as the state of the two registered. This late at night, the NE knew not to ask questions and simply carried on his way with Nash pretending nothing at all was out of the ordinary. With Jessica’s hand in his he ran his thumb lightly over hers, and finally reached the door to his quarters. Pausing outside, he turned to face her and took her in his arms again but this time he didn’t kiss her, he just looked at her and ran his fingertips over the soft skin between her shoulder and her ear, then moved them to her cheek. A slight smile played on his lips as he said gently, “Lets get inside, dried off and warmed up.”
Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO
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