Dagen's Quarters

Posted Oct. 11, 2019, 9:59 a.m. by Lieutenant Dagen Thor (CE) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Ensign Reia Shandy (CIO) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Dagen Thor (CE) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Ensign Reia Shandy (CIO) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Dagen Thor (CE) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Ensign Reia Shandy (CIO) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Dagen Thor (CE) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Ensign Reia Shandy (CIO) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Dagen Thor (CE) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Ensign Reia Shandy (CIO) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Ensign Reia Shandy (CIO) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Dagen Thor (CE) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Ensign Reia Shandy (CIO) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Dagen Thor (CE) in Dagen’s Quarters
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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.
- Dagen

Reia 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.
- Dagen

Reia 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

Reai’s heart was beating fast and her breathing was heavy. Her lips parted and she moaned softly, feeling as much of his skin against her’s as she could int heir current position.

Reia had been here before. This was usually the point where she took a little control of the situation so as not to completely overwhelm her partner with her pheromones. This time was different though. She didn’t feel like taking control. Reia may have pheromones but Dagen had the experience of lifetimes. If anybody knew what they were getting into, it was him.

  • Reia

Reia’s presence filled the room. He was certain he would return to his quarters tomorrow and still feel her pheromones alive there, a reminder of her presence and of the very real desire that she arose in him. Still, while his senses were saturated with this woman, he was compartmentalized within. Thor could care less about them, and he had three other generations of sexual history that, while they did not dim one iota his desire, floated it on this generational sea allowing him to steer his own course down the rapids of her pheromones. And enjoy every moment. Even if he could only steer that boat a little that was enough.

Arms around her, one palm lay flat at the small of her back pulling her closer. The nails of the other inched its way up grazing her spine. All the while his lips were heated against Reia’s skin until his head lay nestled between her breasts, his 5’oclock shadow gazing her soft skin sending waves of hunger through him. “Unveil yourself,” he murmured against her.
- Dagen,

Reia’s soft warm skin tingled under Dagen’s touch and she squirmed slightly at the 5 o’clock shadow. This movement of her hips caused her to once again notice the fact that every part of him was present in that moment. The word he said barely registered but, in her mind, the meaning was clear. Dagen wanted who, and whatever, she was in this moment. That meant relaxing and being vulnerable. That was something she didn’t do very often.

Looking down into his eyes, her’s became much more expressive since she was rarely vocal during intimate encounters. Smiling, she untangled herself from his lap and was able to quickly slip out of the rest of her clothing. She stepped back towards Dagen and, with gentle movements of her hands and body, helped him do the same before reclining him in the couch and getting comfortable again.

Leaning down, she kissed him passionately.

A few hours later…

Reia opened her eyes and realized she had dozed for a bit longer than she thought. She didn’t remember exactly how they got to the bed but that couch would certainly never be the same.

  • Reia

By the clock it seemed to be in the middle of the night. Just by the feel of where he was Dagen knew he was in bed, and by the sound of breathing next to him he knew that Reia was there. When they had moved he wasn’t sure. Memories came in like shots from a photo album, each one making him eager for the next. He could sense Reia’s pheromones still, filling the room like the scent of a flower. Presently it was only stirring the sensations aroused by his memory but was, as yet, simply a sweet aftertaste. Dagen wasn’t sure if she was awake or not, but he drew in closer, rolling onto his side and shifting closer until his arm curled around her and pressed in close, drifting already in the sea of her presence.
- Dagen

Reia had been sleeping peacefully when Dagen drew close and put his arm around her. The feeling of his solid presence behind her made her sigh and stir to consciousness.

“You know, I think your quarters are going to be a mess in the morning. It’s a good thing I got the morning off.”

Dagen was feeling very relaxed and shifted closer. As his hand moved and met soft warmth his face nuzzled into her silky hair. Reflexively kissing her nape he replied, “Mess. That’s its natural state,” he murmured, but smiled. It would be a better mess. He had better things to think about than tidying.

Reia’s sleepy voice made it clear that cleaning his quarters was the furthest thing from her mind.

  • Reia
    Dagen

Reia sighed and rolled to face Dagen.

“I’m sorry, never mind that. There’s an old Earth adage that says you shouldn’t hold somebody responsible for what they do or say int he firs few minutes after they wake up.

She had reached between them and found some of her favorite parts of Dagen.

“But I do hope you hold me responsible for this.”

  • Reia

“My place looks like it will,” he murmured, feeling each moment of touch that she made with him. It had to be closer to morning, and he had his duty but at the moment it was all a blur. Her touch did engender a response that in turn di foster his arm sliding around her to pull her more against him. If that rendered her more on him all the better to feel her close. That was all that mattered. Hi sense of control lingered only for a moment, what control he had dissolving in the face of her touch. “Absolutely” He murmured .

He had slept. He knew that. And he had felt her close. He knew that. Now, only partially awake he was keenly aware of her near. Why did he not know this? Why did he not sense it? But why, more importantly to him at this moment, did he not respond earlier? He knew he was asleep. Then he woke. And boy did he wake. Her hands reach and touched him. That which was, in itself already given over to her. Dagen moaned. Lost. Found. Where he should be. Moaning her name he found her lips and rolled to be over her, his hands finding hers and holding them, unconscious of all but her for that was his world at this moment.
Dagen .

Reia sighed and giggled sleepily. Moving beneath Dagen, her eyes still half closed, she could tell it was happening again.

Due to her green side, her sex drive was considerably higher than that of the average Human. Even though she had kept her liaisons controlled, and fairly infrequent, this was something she was made aware of very early on but, Dagen was different. She enjoyed Dagen’s company physically and conversationally. Was it wrong to hope that they keep seeing each other?

  • Reia

Dagen was feeling relaxed, at least most of him. Holding himself over Reia he dipped his lips to kiss first here then there. He loved the sensations that coursed through him with each light touch. While he was not a jealous person, he knew that he possessed a nature that was not atypically male in feeling possessive and, between pheromones and his own desires mixing into some kind of sensual soup. And with each taste of that soup he was seeking the next taste. She was an enigma, a mystery that he wanted to discover more of, in and out of bed. Right now, however, with his body arched as it was that sent shivers through him with each point of contact. Bit by bit he nestled in closer to her. He was unrushed even though in the back of his mind he thought that the morning shifts were coming up. It was a thought that he firmly quashed, the moment more important than the later, for that was, in his minds’ state - later.
- Dagen

Reia moved with Dagen allowing him to keep a hold of her hands, smiling up at him, and crying out softly several times. She was beginning to know this handsome Trill’s body in a way that she hadn’t allowed herself to do in several years. While she was with him in that moment, a small part of her mind was already thinking of the next one. She would have enjoyed staying in his bed with him the rest of the morning but figured he probably hadn’t taken the morning off like she had.

  • Reia

Dagen, pressed against Reia just enough to feel as much of her as he could, let his mind stray to various places … what did his place look like and was it really any worse than it normally was? that he really had used certain muscles in a long time and was feeling it? that Reia felt so good right then right now? that his mother would know in an instant that he had met someone next time they talked? when was that department meeting again? what did Reia like for breakfast? He had replaced the module for the replicator to upload a number of Trill dishes that were more family recipes. It was an older module and seemed to gum up the works and had been a little wonky since, though only seemed to put out ‘Trill’ associated things. He suspected it was the memory buffer filters were locked up but until now he’d not thought it was an issue, given that he was a Trill. Nuzzling about her neck Dagen slowly disentangled himself but that was about as far as he wanted to move right then, and shifted to being on his side beside her. “Good morning,” he said, fingertips grazing along her smooth thigh.
- Dagen


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