Posted Sept. 18, 2019, 9:13 a.m. by Lieutenant Dagen Thor (CE) (Gene Gibbs)
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Dagen’s shirt had been one of his favorites, or at least favorite style, that was a wrap style reminiscent of the more formal fleet uniforms of a century ago. Thor’s first host, Surrel, while serving on the Euripides in that era had favored that style. Perhaps Dagen had been influenced by it, or not, but he liked it. At this point it had come loose as that was wont to do if disturbed and had revealed a fair amount of chest hair that Dagen had in abundance. How it had twisted had him feeling annoyed by it and at the break of a kiss he leaned back to give himself a bit of space and tugged on it to remove it which was more ‘vest’ style than overhead. As he wriggled he was able to meet her lips in passing, the play only making him more wanting of the next. As he cast the shirt carelessly away he found himself leaning back against the couch, body craving both her and oxygen, his hands at her waist, taking that moment to admire the object of his immediate and very lovely desire.
- DagenReia watched Dagen and laughed softly and met his passing kiss. When he put his hands on her waist she slipped one free and took it in her smaller hand. Bringing it to her lips, she kissed the back of it then turned it over to kiss the pulse point on his wrist before laying it on the front of her silk blouse making certain those talented engineering fingers found the small buttons of the loose fitting garment. It had been a replicated piece so she really didn’t care what happened to it.
- Reia
Her hand was warm, almost hot to his touch. That was, Dagen knew, in part due to the joining. For whatever reason it caused a Trills hands to be colder. In reality it was more ‘cool’ than cold, though again, perceptions were circumstantial. While her soft kisses did not cause him to react by virtue of the touch, in the moment it was terribly erotic and he heard himself gasp at the second touch of those soft lips. His whole body involuntarily shifted under her, displaying his restlessness, his other hand yet at her waist squeezing.
At the point where his palm touched silk, and the warmth underneath and the soft yielding of what lay under was like fireworks going off in his mind. He knew his heart was racing. The first button came easily, eyes flickering from hers to the blouse. After the first he gripped the fabric and used it to pull her down to him for a hungry kiss. Fingers worked at the second button but with more difficulty though, with the collateral brushes he didn’t mind at all. However, in the midst of a kiss, Dagen emitted a low growl in his throat and gripped her top and gave it a hard yank. He could feel and even hear the pop of buttons but that was a means to the end .. that his hand could then savor and claim the fruits of his labors.
- DagenReia yielded to Dagen’s touch, his hands cool against her warm flesh. She didn’t care what happened to the blouse, or anything that may have been underneath it, she felt his body responding to her and she wanted him just as badly but, things were getting a bit complicated. Breaking a passionate kiss, she looked in his eyes and whispered, “Dagen, unless you have something else in mind, I think we need to move to a place with more room.” she whispered glancing back at his bedroom before kissing his lips again, hard.
- Reia
Her saying his name was sweet to his ears, as was her lips. She was close enough that her face was entirely framed in his view and right now it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He knew, somewhere submerged in his consciousness that that was the pheromones latching in deeper into him, but he was well past the point of truly caring about that. He knew that this would happen. And, somewhere inside of him, welcomed it.
When she pulled back she did so just enough so that he was able to bring both hands to bear at the base of her top and pull. He felt the fabric yield and a moment later his hands closed on her trim waist, the soft warmth igniting his senses further. This happened as Reia mentioned the bedroom. His glance followed hers, then was lost again in her hard kiss. His hands pulled her down against him in their kiss, the thought of moving far already gone. As his hands slid further down and their latest barrage of kissing taking a momentary break, Dagen mustered a “Not yet.” Suddenly appreciating the graceful curve of her neck, Dagen’s lips moved there, just under her chin and slowly but heatedly trailed down ..
Dagen
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