XO and CMO
Posted on Wed Feb 20th, 2019 @ 2:08pm by Lieutenant Commander Charlotte Hudson & Lieutenant Jane Sinclair MD, DVM
3,427 words; about a 17 minute read
Mission:
Mission 0 - Christening of Legacy and Crew Arrival
Location: Crew Lounge
Timeline: 2261.183 1900
Jane was sitting comfortably in the crew lounge. She had been reading the latest crew health reports and seeing who else needed their initial physical examinations, but a short while later got bored with them and put them away. Instead, she took out a notebook, containing multiple paired five-line rows, and began jotting down musical notes. She had a glass of beer in front of her, which she took sips from every couple of minutes. She was facing out the window, staring out at the wonderful view whenever she paused. The remaining seats at her table were empty. She hoped her laid back demeanour would persuade someone to sit with her.
Bec wandered into the lounge feeling pretty bored. She grabbed a drink before making a visual sweep of the room, looking for somewhere to sit. There were plenty of open tables, but she didn't feel like sitting alone. Of the tables that had people at them, two looked promising. One was a strapping young lad hunched over a beer, the other was a pretty woman with blue hair. Vaguely, Bec recalled this woman was the ship's doctor, though she was unsure if they'd met yet. Deciding the fun hair colours may be a good sign, she decided to join the doc. "What's up Doc?" she asked cheesily reusing the line again. "Want company?"
Jane looked up and saw a striking young redhead. Fairly short, but still taller than her. She smiled. She’d heard the line before, of course, but it somehow always made her laugh at least a little bit. “Please!” she replied. She used her foot to push the seat to her right away from the table, opening it up for the newcomer. “I’m Jane. Jane Sinclair, Chief Medical Officer.”
"Bec Hudson, executive officer," Bec said, sitting down in the chair and placing her whiskey on the table. "I didn't see you in medical when I went to check in," she said, trying to figure out who it was she'd spoken with. She'd have remembered the hair at the very least, but she didn't.
"You must've spoken with one of my staff," Jane offered. "I had my own physical late yesterday morning and left for a while to shower and change uniforms. You get sweaty on those machines!" she added with a grin. "Didn't come back until after lunch. Maybe you came in during that window?"
"Probably," Bec shrugged. "I didn't pay attention to time, I was making rounds, trying to meet everyone. Which is exhausting, I must say." She took a sip of her whiskey before smirking. "Getting sweaty is fun though."
"That it is!" Jane said, returning Bec's smirk and lifting her pint glass to cheers the XO. "So Bec, I've only been aboard a little under two days. I've not explored what there is to do. The Captain tells me there's a music room, but I haven't found it yet. What do you do for fun around here?"
"I've been exploring, but I haven't found the music room yet. Maybe we should go explore together," she suggested, returning the cheers with her tumbler of whiskey. "Finish our drinks or take them with us?"
“Let’s take them with us!” Jane said, still having much of her drink to go, and figuring that if the XO suggested it, it’s probably okay. She got up from her seat, drink in hand. “Shall we?”
Bec smirked as she stood with her drink in hand as well. "We shall!" She laughed and set off through the lounge for the door. She looked over her shoulder to make sure Jane was following before she walked through the door and into the corridor. "Assuming all of the crew leisure rooms are on the same deck, we should meander down the corridors here and see what we can find."
Jane was following closely behind, checking each door label. She took a moment to admire the XO’s figure, though she hoped she was subtle about it. Good god! Is this ship populated exclusively by beautiful women? she couldn’t help but think to herself. First Cindy and now Bec. This morning she met Neza. Her nurse, T’Kal, was a looker too, but married, and Jane knew better than to mix work with fun like that.
It didn’t take them too long until they found one clearly labeled “MUSIC ROOM”. Jane stepped in and was immediately astonished. One large room contained a variety of instruments that one could play, as well as a seating area for impromptu concerts. Several smaller rooms each contained one or two, permitting multiple crewmembers to use the room at once. The walls between the smaller rooms appeared to be soundproof, and a transparent door and wall had controls for rendering them opaque. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the space.
Jane saw an upright piano, a bench, and a second seat inside one of the alcoves. She grabbed Bec by the hand and pulled her into it.
“You don’t understand,” Jane said with a big smile on her face. "My last assignment didn’t have anything like this. I’ve been ignoring this part of my life for too long.” She sat at the bench. “Does the beauty with striking red hair have any requests?” she asked coyly.
Bec laughed as she was pulled into the alcove. "Hmmm... I'm more into classic rock than anything else. Guitars and drums are more my style than piano, so I don't know. What music do you generally play on a piano?"
"Almost anything, actually," Jane said. "My hobby is to take old songs and rewrite them into piano ballads. Slow them down a bit, maybe. Piano music can make me feel anything, and I've been pretty good at turning most genres into piano pieces." She played a couple of notes. "Good, it's in tune! Would the lady like something happy to brighten her day? Maybe something melancholy to remind us to feel? Or something sultry to set the mood?" The emotion in her voice, and her fingers on the keys, reinforced each question.
"Nothing melancholy," Bec shook her head and plopped herself into the chair, crossing her left leg over her right and watching Jane. "Happy is just too... happy," she grinned mischievously. "But, you're the one in control of the piano. Play me a song, you're the piano woman."
Jane caught the sight of Bec's increasingly-exposed legs as she crossed them, blushed, and turned back to the piano. "Well, there's one little piece I've been playing with that seems appropriate." She bit her lip, flexed her fingers, and began playing something soft. "This was from the early twenty-first century."
She played the first few bars and began to sing.
"Baby when we're touching in the dark, can you feel it?
I can hear the pounding of my heart, can you feel it?
When you take my body to the stars, I believe it
Girl this love is supernatural, can you feel it?"
She glanced back at Bec and winked. Her right hand moved a bit to the left as the next part needed lower notes.
"Come, take me by the hand
Wanna cross the line, baby go ahead
'Till the morning light, watch my silhouette
'Cause you know tonight, we're gonna wake the dead
Get a little bit wrong, Get a little bit wild
Get a little bit high off of this love tonight
Get a little bit raw, Come a little undone
Get a little bit reckless, I can't get enough
Baby when we're touching in the dark, can you feel it?
I can hear the pounding of my heart, can you feel it?
When you take my body to the stars, I believe it
Girl this love is supernatural, can you feel it?"
Bec had a stupid grin slowly forming on her face as Jane played the song. So, she wanted sultry? Bec definitely knew how to do sultry. She shifted in her seat, getting more comfortable. "So, how long have you been doing this? Reworking older music?"
"Since I was about 20," Jane replied. "Took some music-writing electives with civilian universities while at the Academy. I remember I was at a night club with my friends, bright pink hair, dancing to electronica music, having a great time, and the next morning hearing on a Top-40 music channel one of the same songs I'd heard at the club, all done on piano. They called it a Candlelight Remix. I was so enamored with the idea that I spent the next half-hour writing down ideas and trying to rewrite songs from memory." She smiled with exaggerated innocence. "Though I don't think the girl whose house it was appreciated being ignored in favour of music. Let's just say I was not invited back again."
"Do you play anything, Bec?" Jane asked. "You look like you're...good with your hands."
Bec grinned and wiggled her fingers at Jane. "I started to learn guitar, but got bored with it. I play drums, but I haven't done that in a while," she shrugged. "Being in security doesn't generally give me a whole lot of time. But maybe you could teach me to play the piano. I've been told I have the hands for it..."
Jane stood up. “Why don’t you come here, sit down, and I’ll show you a thing or two?” She grinned widely, and gestures to the bench.
After downing the rest of her whiskey and putting the glass on a table, Bec stood and moved to the piano bench. "I'm sure you can show me more than that," she teased, sliding to the center of the bench and looking up at Jane standing behind her, hands still at her sides.
Jane moved closer to Bec, standing a bit taller than the XO now that she was seated on the bench. “If you have a sharp ear, then it’s all about finding the notes.” She leaned close, her chest pushed into Bec’s shoulders, her face a breath from Bec’s cheek. She slid her hands down the bare arms of her apparent-pupil, until she reached Bec’s hands. She briefly intertwined their fingers, and then aligned them so Jane’s fingers were on top. Their hands on the keys, she pointed out a few key notes. “From here, you can play what you want,” Jane said softly into Bec’s ear as she pressed on Bec’s fingers, slowly playing an easy little melody.
The feeling of Jane's body pressed against hers combined with the whiskey in her system to send a tingle down her spine. "I see that," she said softly, turning her face a little toward Jane's. Despite the intimate nature of Jane's movements, she didn't want to go too far and get herself into trouble. Her lips suddenly felt quite dry and she flicked her tongue over them. As Jane guided her fingers over the piano, she couldn't help but smirk. "You're quite the teacher..."
“You’re quite the student,” Jane replied softly. She saw how Bec had turned to face her. The tongue over her lips and the look in her eyes... Jane moved in closer and pushed her lips onto Bec’s, softly at first, and then more firmly. She interlaced their fingers and moved her hands back towards Bec’s body.
Bec grinned into the kiss as she moved her body to somewhat face Jane. She lifted her left hand to Jane's neck, then slowly ran it up the back of her head, tangling her fingers in the blue hair. Her other hand moved to pull Jane's body closer, temporarily forgetting that she was sat on a bench and Jane was standing mostly behind her at this point.
Jane let herself be taken by the moment, her face held close to Bec’s, but she began to giggle when her body got pulled awkwardly across the bench. She broke the kiss long enough to do two things: she fully closed and locked the door to the alcove and activated the control that rendered the normally transparent wall opaque, and she moved around the bench to position herself between Bec and the piano. She locked her lips onto Bec’s again, sliding her tongue into the beauty’s mouth, holding Bec’s head with one hand. Always the smaller one in a relationship, she sat down on the XO’s lap, allowing her skirt to ride up and permit her legs to cross around her partner, her free hand around Bec’s back for stability and added closeness.
Thoroughly enjoying this encounter, Bec wrapped her arms around Jane, pulling her close. The heat of the other woman's body felt amazing, and she focused all of her attention on her. Pushing all thoughts to the back of her mind, she thought only about Jane. She ran her hands over her body, making a mental map. She listened for any sounds as her hands hit specific points, adding those to the map.
Jane's skin tingled as Bec's hands ran across her body, arms and legs aside still covered in a uniform. She wasn't used to this kind of attention. She wanted to return the favour but she was getting increasingly lost in her own pleasure. She briefly let go of Bec and, still on her lap, pulled her miniskirt-variant uniform over her head. Wearing only a lacy bra and underwear that colour-matched her hair, she melted back into Bec.
Grinning at the loss of uniform, Bec resumed her mapping of Jane's body. Able to tickle and tease more exposed skin gave her a better understanding of her. But now Bec was overdressed. She lifted her hips slightly and tugged her miniskirt-variant uniform free from under her bum before sitting fully on the bench again. In a quick motion, she then placed her hands under Jane's bum, lifted and then used her arms to push her uniform out from under the other woman before dropping her back down onto her lap. Uniform now free of constraints, she pulled it up over her head exposing her black lace matching bra and panties set and the matching garters that held her thigh high panyhose up.
Jane giggled as she was moved up and down to permit Bec to undress. She's even sexier than I thought, Jane thought, looking into Bec's eyes, breathing heavily. We're really doing this, aren't we? She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She let it slide down her arms before tossing it away. It had been some time since she was this exposed in front of someone else, and she knew it would not end there.
'She's got a better body than I thought,' Bec thought, watching Jane expose more of herself. The soft flesh reignited the fire within and she moved forward to kiss and nibble as her hands worked on getting her own bra off. Once it had fallen to the floor, she ran her hands up Jane's thighs, stopping just shy of her pantyline. Her fingers gently kneaded the firm muscles of Jane's upper thighs as her mouth did the next round of exploring.
Jane held tightly to Bec’s head as the other woman explored her body. She dug her fingers into red hair and arched back, leaning into the piano, holding Bec’s warm mouth against her skin. As Bec’s hands worked her thighs, Jane needed her to go further. She started to crave it. “I think we’re still overdressed,” she whispered into Bec’s ear.
Grinning at that, Bec's hands slid up Jane's hips. "I agree," she whispered in return, shifting Jane so she could remove the offending garment without awkwardness. At the same time, she shimmied out of her own panties before returning her attentions to Jane's body.
Jane worked hard to catch her breath. Her cheeks were flush. Blue hair was matted to her forehead. She lay next to Bec on the floor of the music room, still sealed and opaque. She rested her head on Bec’s shoulder. Their legs were still intertwined. One hand gently traced circles on Bec’s skin. “That...was...” she said between breaths, unable to finish her sentence.
Bec also worked to catch her breath and merely grinned at Jane. She moved her free arm, which felt twenty times heavier than it should have, to wipe a bead of sweat off her brow and chuckled. "Fun," she said finally, turning to look at Jane. She yawned and stretched, then wrapped her arm loosely around Jane again, making sure she had plenty of shoulder to rest on.
Jane gently kissed Bec’s exposed shoulder. No one had ever done that before; devoting all of their attention solely to her pleasure. She might as well have been tied up, she was so helpless before the onslaught of Bec’s hands, lips, and tongue. Beyond the physical pleasure was the joy that came with knowing that she was the object of someone’s entire world in that moment. Despite exhaustion. It drove her wild thinking about it.
“I needed that,” she said, gently kissing Bec’s shoulder again and moving closer to the nape of her neck. “I don’t think I knew just how much!” She continued placing kisses upon her skin as they both recovered.
"Mmmm..." Bec managed, the kisses causing goosebumps to form on her skin. She moved her head slightly, giving Jane better access to her neck. She could feel the heat in the pit of her stomach picking up and grinned at Jane. "Glad to be of service," she said finally. She licked her lips and reveled in the taste of the other woman she found still lingering there.
Jane slowly slid herself on top of Bec, leaving a trail of kisses as she did so. Her hands on the deck, to either side of Bec’s head, their chests, waists, hips and legs in full contact, she pulled herself up and looked the Commander in the eyes. “It’s time to return the favour,” she said fully seriously. Then she smiled. “They question is,” she paused and placed a gentle kiss on Bec’s lips, and slid down a centimetre, “shall we,” she kissed Bec’s chin, “continue here,” her neck, “or go back,” her collar bone, “to my quarters?” the top of her cleavage.
"Moving will just spoil the fun," Bec laughed as the kisses continued to tickle her skin. "So lets stay here a while..." She lightly moved her hands over Jane's soft skin using her mental map to push as many of Jane's buttons as she could to get her more riled up. While it had been fun to watch Jane's reactions, Bec was curious as to what she could do.
Jane was getting her energy back as Bec touched her again. Bec somehow knew exactly where Jane needed to be touched and how. But now was the time to return favours given. She continued to kiss above her partner’s breasts as she reached across and took each of Bec’s hands in hers. She intertwined their fingers and held their hands to either side of Bec’s head. She slid up and kissed Bec’s lips, sliding her tongue into her mouth, tasting what could only be herself.
“A game you might like,” Jane whispered as she broke the kiss. “You keep these,” she squeezed Bec’s hands, “up here and leave them there. If you move them, I stop. So you’d better keep them up here.”
She let go and slid her own hands down Bec’s body, making a mental map of her own. She slid further down, kissing and licking as she went, until she was in optimal position to give her new lover all the pleasure her hands and tongue could provide.
Keeping her hands above her head without being tied was something new to Bec. Though it was much more freeing than being tied and hoping your partner actually listened for the safe word. If she wanted Jane to stop, all she had to do was lower her hands. While not entirely comfortable with the idea of being confined again, Bec was willing to give this a chance. It was much less risky than most situations she found herself in, anyway. A grin formed over her face as Jane moved into position. This was going to be fun.
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