Not Cinderella Ending (4)

Posted on Mon Aug 31st, 2015 @ 1:58pm by Chief Warrant Officer Jemner

945 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Of Gods and Men
Location: Lounge

ON


 
He started to watch her in her reflection and wait to see the sparkle of the stars outside the window and perhaps within her eyes at the same time.
 
"but you know that you can't fight the moonlight...nooo" She drew the no out, holding along a chord scale.
"You can try to resist my kiss”
 
This brought something into him that could be seen in his face, the fact she had kissed him, the thought of her lips on his was a memory that he could savor as he saw her face in the glass like a projection from a deep place; a ghost like image of the feelings. He looked at more than the image in the glass; he felt the music as well as the kiss; her emotions so loose and unleashed passions she had released in that moment. He was lost in the image the sound and the feel of her.
 
All of this shown in his face in the reflection.

It was almost the funniest feeling; like having a pair of eyes on you and yet wanting them to be there. On one rock through she opened her eyes to look to the glass. There was a sight to behold for her blue-green eyes. Jemnar was watching her! He was using the glass the same way that she had done to look at someone that felt ever so far away. The song was reaching him, every last note and word. Her eyes had a true sparkle to them like a pair of blue green marbles being held up to the light, she pushed on wanting to end it with as much passion and feeling as she could. The crowd and noise had practically faded away. It was as though it was just the two of them in the room and only the chasm that was the room separated them. Distance was nothing to true emotion and performance.
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Softly and sweetly she finished the song. She set the guitar aside and picked up her drink. With a flick of the glass the contents of the Sumarian Sunset put on their show. She took a nice sip before having a small bite of the nachos in front of her. She looked into the glass spotting Jemnar. "I wonder if he enjoyed it, that was kind of for him after all." The singing was so much easier than approaching him but nothing would truly happen if either of them stayed where they were. She nursed her drink, looking out at the stars, yet every time she caught his face reflected in the surface in front of her. She blushed, probably reflecting some of the colours from her drink. "How hard can it be to say Hello?"
 
Softtouch had moved with the last bars of the music; he was close to her now and the emotion that felt warming like approaching a fire of the camping place that people surrounded for more than just the warmth of the fire gave to the body but where the ignition of the emotions giving the heat of passions to all those lucky enough to be around it. The heat that could fill those craft lighter than air; filled to where they look as though they might burst yet that is what it takes to lift one into the sky above.
 
He took her hand and looked into her eyes deeply while he softly kissed her hand without taking his eyes from her. The warmth of her hand reminding him of her lips yet he could not do such as it was too forward, not the right thing to do and a part of their shared feelings that he would watch in her eyes for that spark again that lit the passionate kiss of the other night.

Michelle put the glass down once more to be able to have something more to eat. It was as if the breeze had changed; the air had been disturbed, however lightly. She looked up to see Jemnar standing there, her face beamed. He had actually come over to her. There was that man once more, this time off the Holodeck. He truly was real and was right there. She was aware of everything in that moment; her breath, the warmth coming off him, her heart feeling like it was a bout ready to tap dance and feeling ever so warm. He took Michelle's hand and was ever so soft in doing so, only to kiss the back of it while keeping eye contact. The light danced in here eyes as though someone was turning the coloured marble in the light and having the light dance through the glass surface. Her cheeks showed some good blush to them and it was highly doubtful that anybody could wipe the smile off her face. 
 
=^= Sickbay to Softtouch, could you report? =^= The female voice bid him.
 
Softtouch tapped his comm badge twice, gave her a wink before he let her hand go and moved away towards his duty without uttering a word.


Michelle stood up to see him off, it was sad to see him go. She had hoped he could have sat with her for a while, maybe that could have got to talking. still, she would finish her small meal and her dreams might actually be a little sweeter that night. "See you later Jemnar..." she said softly. "Good luck." She took up the seat and went back to her drink, meal and view; wanting to commit all of what had just happened to memory.




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CWO Jemnar Softtouch
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Song excerpt: Can't Fight the Moonlight - LeeAnne Rimes

 

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