Beautifully mutted 1

Posted on Tue Sep 22nd, 2015 @ 7:05am by Chief Warrant Officer Jemner

1,510 words; about a 8 minute read

ON

The lights were doused; Softtouch lay with a beautiful woman using him as a pillow of sorts, the soothing presence of her emotions radiated to him through the touch and felt as a calm pond on a bright morning. Light ripples from the night's activities swirled around in his head. He had his arm around her waist and found a lot of comfort in that; it was a whirlwind type flood of emotions. She had such repressed emotions that once they flowed it was intoxicating to him. Seven years on Earth and no woman had affected him in this kind of a manner; human women could be like his own race in so many ways; even more dependant upon the touch of another since no 'Contact' could be made as he is used to and yet Michelle had gotten her point and desires across as well as if she had telepathy.

So many things were about this woman; contradictions; fears and hopes that she feared in a way mixed with aspirations and the desire to be genuinely cared for. She hid a lot of herself from the majority; she did not feel comfortable around people which is a point Softtouch could understand. He liked being around them but the waves of emotions sometimes almost drowned him. In this touch Michelle came to the forefront; he had to look past her if he wanted to feel the others; not that he did, and this was a comfort in itself. His mind screamed the affections; the rush of her depth of emotion, but he could not get the thoughts out of his head and into hers.

He just lay in the dark waiting for her to stir; he could not command the lights to come on; he did not have his PADD nor the right capacity to command the computer. in the dark he focused his meditations upon the emotions he had shared with her; the way she seemed to be entwined in his emotions without telepathy; they touched one another on other levels by his recollection.

He noticed her emotions beginning to ignite; like a small furnace giving warmth as it heat up.

Sleep had been sweet, had come faster than she knew and had involved a very comfortable human pillow. From the moment Michelle had arrived home it had been hard to distinguish dream from reality. this had been a bit out of character for Michelle; she was the quiet sweet one, the one the other girls ran to when things went wrong. The 'come out with me and hopefully the jerks will stay away' kind of girl. The guys usually asked her out, dumped her, asked her to come back to their place; there were a handful of times that she had been 'bold' enough to approach the guy or invite him home. This Softtouch had brought out something in her, like the sunshine and rainbow after a big storm. She had never slept so well in her life that she could truly remember. There was a warmth and strength around her as she started to stir, feeling an arm across her and bare skin that she rested upon. Slowly the beating of a heart came into focus under her ear. She was at home, in her bed in the arms of Jemnar Softtouch. *Oh my gosh! That was NOT a dream! I just spent the night in MY quarters with a hunk of a guy!*

Softtouch gently caressed her back while not tickling it was a sort of soft stimulant in the way his touch should cause the 'goose bumps' that Human women found so alluring. He did this to get her to acknowledge he was in deed still with her; he would not wish to sneak out on her the next day; that would ruin what they shared. While he could not put into words how he felt; nor pass the thoughts to her, he had to express himself by the comforting touch to get the point to her. He used his fingertips to stimulate reactions in her.

A soft touch, tingling; bordering on tickling, caressed at her back. It was so caring, it was like his touch could have a language all it's own. This felt like a soft and sweet whisper in her ear; one where the other person's breath tickled at the top of your ear and they whispered so low that only you could hear, and that was if you listened hard enough. This was 'good morning, did you sleep well?' spelled out in a whisper of a touch down her back. It was delightful to feel, he had not slipped out in the night and this was definitely NOT a dream. Michelle drew in a breath a little sharply at the start of the touch, letting a sigh go and her breath almost caress his skin in return. "Computer raise lighting, Twenty-five percent of normal." she said, almost whispering. The computer complied and raised the lighting to where it was soft, but not absent. Michelle slipped her arms up onto Jemnar's chest, resting her head on top to look at him. "Morning" she cooed, smile on her face. "I hope you slept well."

Softtouch smiled and leant to give her a sweet morning kiss; putting all the affection he could behind the gesture. He could feel her delighted glow; it was as though her mood brightened upon waking with him there; he wondered what she had been exposed to that made her seem less emotional before waking. Michelle was soft in more ways than just the touch; she gave him a warmth. He closed the kiss with his fingers gently caressing the back of her neck.

It was as though she could find a rainbow in a simple kiss and the songs in life with Jemnar around, his affection was wonderful; almost on another level. She knew people could care for one another but could it truly feel like this? That you could understand each other's heart without even saying a word? He had certainly been doing a good job of that so far, for someone who had to help others to get a message across it was almost funny to be in a situation like this. With simple touch, a soft kiss; he could make the rest of the world melt away right into insignificance. It just about made her jump when her alarm went off. "Yipes! Munich would skin me if I was late for shift, not that I am ever really late.......Oh! You'd need to get out the door to get ready yourself! Sugar!" She kissed him deeply before borrowing a sheet as a makeshift Toga, practically turning a sheet into a tasteful backless dress of sorts.

He heard the alarm going off, he could not say anything but he smiled to Michelle and gave her a bow as he sensed she needed to be dressed for her shift and the shower was just steps away. He gestured towards the shower as she had risen with the blankets to cover her a bit and he swept her back gently in a motion with a slight bit of a scrubbing motion while kissing the nape of her neck.

"Ah, you scrub my back, I scrub yours. I could swear you are a mind reader at times." She said with a wink and smile. Michelle took his hand and made for the bathroom slowly helping him off the bed in that direction. "I'm thinking berry scrub for me and mint for you..." She came in close to take in a deep breath off his skin. "Yeah, mint would smell nice on you." She trailed off as she started the shower. *Strong and silent type, Kate would not believe me if I told her!* She smiled to herself as she made the preparations, looking forward to every last second she could spend with him.

Softtouch smiled with a slight flush and tapped his temple with a smile and nod. He played with the back of her hand with his thumb as they walked, the touch was important to him, he glanced to see his PADD in the pouch attached to his pants. He almost went to get it but Michelle kept dragging him along and he figured a few more moments would not hurt anything?

He had a smile on his face; a warm and inviting smile as it was his way; he could just bask in the sensations she projected the strength of her emotions was enlightening and he could hear her words in a melodious voice. She was very reserved and kept a strange tinge of darker hues; doubts swirling about her at each turn as though she did not believe in the situation. He merely touched her affectionately to all but 'dust' those impressions away. He found her so light hearted, so open in many ways and so 'all or nothing' as it is with the 'quiet ones' until they come out of their shell.

TBC

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