Posted Feb. 26, 2023, 8:37 p.m. by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Friendship and Raw Fish
Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Friendship and Raw Fish
Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Friendship and Raw Fish
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
Eela inhaled sharply as his fingers touched her body, her mind focusing on the sensation. “Agreed,” she whispered as she hands moved to the brace, a fingertip hitting the tiny switch precisely to turn it off. She undid the velcro that held it snug against her, carefully setting it to the side. Her posture instantly shifted but it was still better than it had been when she first arrived. Standing before him she wasn’t self-conscious since this part was easy. While she had left behind the hard physical conditioning from Starfleet, the PT did negate some of the changes. Still, she had gotten used to softer curves, the places where she had filled out a little. Those she didn’t mind at all. The issue wasn’t at all her appearance, it was how her body felt and moved. That is what they would need to navigate and what he so keenly intuited.
His hands reached out set lightly on her hips, helping her balance and establish a connection between the two of them.
She reached out for his shirt, her fingertips grazing his skin as she lifted it up. “Have you been with another empath or a telepath before?” It didn’t matter either way, but it would allow her to adjust as needed. After all, to both feel so intensely was to drop the barriers. Not all of them if you didn’t want to, of course, but barrier took focus and their focus would be elsewhere. Though he had a sense of how her abilities felt so he wouldn’t have offered if it would be a problem.
~Eela
“I have.” he said as he raised his arms so the shirt could slide up and off before setting them back on her hips. That was when a side of Kenzo was made visible that no one on Oed, save one other, was aware of.
His entire torso, save for a wide strip down the center of his chest and his hands and forearms, was tattooed. Bright, vivid images of dragons, Japanese demons, samurai, lotus blossoms, koi, and myriad others flowed across his skin in a masterpiece tapestry of skin-art. Months and months, perhaps years, of work was embedded in his flesh.
Her hazel eyes widened. Surprised, yes, but also fascinated. She traced the outlines of the shapes with tenderness. “These are extraordinary. Did it hurt?”
“Very much.” he said in a whisper.
“Beautiful pain,” she said in understanding. Sometimes pain created something beautiful in the after. In balance of course.
Kenzo’s eyes wandered over Eela’s body, appreciating the self-assurance she had in her physical form… sighing at the lack of aelf-confidence she had in her physical abilities. “You are really are quite striking, Eela. You know… for a politician.” he said as his hands began to slowly move across her skin, brushing sensitive spots with his fingertips.
Kenzo
A throaty laugh ensued. “Funny, I can say the same.” His touch slowly awakened sensations in her she had forgotten, or rather she had kept them locked away until it was safe. Now it was safe. There would be no fear of recrimination, nothing that could be used against her later. Eela’s hands continued to move as well, helping him with the rest of his garments until they are both bare. But it wasn’t exposure, not in the way one might think.
Now the level of tattooing was obvious. Save for bare skin halfway down his shins and feet, and the already seen bare parts, Kenzo’s entire body was covered in imagry and color. Every part.
Somehow it made sense. His containment and ability to hold things delicately within. She wanted to ask him about them, and she would. Later.
She had always been a vibrant, passionate woman and most definitely it showed up here on Oed in her work. Now it was time to reestablish the balance. She slipped finger fingers along his, forging the mental connection along with the physical. Brushing her lips briefly against his, she then stepped back carefully towards the bed, knowing he’d be in tune with her and help her find her way. “The thing we have to be mindful of is that the middle of my back isn’t flexible in the same way. The rest is fair game.” Or at least as far as she knew. But wasn’t that the whole point? She really didn’t know and now she needed to experiment and find out. But one thing was for certain, desire had risen up in her.
~Eela
He moved with her against the bed. “Our bodies. Your rules.” The words may have been flippant from a vocabulary stand point, but the emotions shared proved otherwise. He was offering himself to her as a tool… an avenue to establish how her body felt and how it now functioned and where her limits were.
Kenzo
She understood and he’d feel that through their connection. Eela pulled him to her with some urgency, her mouth seeking his. Bit by bit, moment by moment she let herself surrender to sensation, to what felt wonderful, to what felt right. As she did, she reached out her mind to Kenzo’s to let him know that while she understood what he was offering her, she was offering something in return too. Neither would be lonely. Not tonight.
Sometimes Eela had to adjust to relieve slight pressure, but that was the beauty of both having the abilities they did. She didn’t even have to say it aloud. He’d feel it and understand what she was doing to fix it. It was a seamless and beautiful process, and sure to was fuelled by a rather sizable amount of alcohol, but she knew herself too well to know that in order to get past her mixed inhibitions she needed to drown them out.
~Eela
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