Notes of Affection conclusion

Posted on Fri Sep 25th, 2015 @ 1:12pm by Chief Warrant Officer Jemner

1,466 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Of Gods and Men
Location: Arboreum
Timeline: Prior to Beautifully Muted

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Softtouch could not have backed out of this little song should he have tried; he felt the joy of sharing music; emotion and the sheer joy of an exchange that took no words from him to draw him closer to the other. He was one with the notes; the words formed pictures in his mind and the images converted into the jubilant notes offered in the stead of his voice to Michelle.
 
"We're accidentally in love" Whether accident or not, she was hoping it could be the truth. Almost light and ethereal, she let the line hang for a moment as she played on, she trailed off, letting the Guitar rest across her lap as she looked on at Jemnar. She could feel every last beat of her heart as though it wanted to keep the beat for her, warm and bubbling over.
 
Possibly before she might realize the flute was gently placed aside as he looked deeply into her eyes and with no hesitation, came closer in his lean towards what he hoped were waiting lips? He had kissed her once but that was a surprise and she did not seem to like that idea as she rushed off. This time he just placed a kiss upon her and let his essence flow as much as one could to another without a mental connection in the traditional sense. An old saying was from Earth, that a man's intent is in his kiss. Jemnar allowed her to feel he wanted to kiss her and to share the joy of it between them?
 
Michelle had seen men look into her eyes before but not the way that Jemnar was. She let the guitar slide off her lap & down behind her. She saw him lean in and her heart was tingling just thinking about it. Their lips met and Jemnar made it feel amazing. Her heart felt like it could dance to it's own song. Michelle hadn't even heard him say a word to her yet in this moment it didn't seem to matter. Michelle returned the kiss, fully aware of how fast her own heart was keeping time. She let her left hand touch his face as they kissed.
 
Michelle broke the kiss but left her hand in place. "I know you have not said a word to me, maybe you don't want to or don't know what to say." She moved a finger over his lips. "Right now it doesn't really matter, I've never met someone who didn't need words to say just how they felt." She kissed his cheek. "You make me feel like I don't need them either." Michelle moved closer as she kissed him once more, her heart pausing at the peak of the kiss. Michelle felt warm, safe and that all she wanted in that moment was Jemnar's touch.
 
Jemnar just kissed her again; this time he played with the back of her hair as he brought her very close to himself as he could not give her what she wanted; he actually wished he could have put it to her in words for her but he had to just express himself in another way. Putting what he could of his own into the kiss he gave her what he could and caressed her back to emphasize his desire for her to be 'very' close to him and he had not felt anything like this before.
 
The exchange of music and feelings were one sided; as she is not a telepath, he was so a wash in the emotions that were coming off her. It was as though he were back on his home planet with an exchange that few of his people truly have; where the music spoke louder than words or any thoughts. He was falling for her in a very strong way; she had touched a place he never thought he could even on his own planet with his own kind.
 
He wanted this kiss and emotional current to allow him to float with it a long time?
 
Michelle moved to be almost in Jemnar's lap. His touch was more than any other man's had been. It was as though touch was something essential for him, higher valued than most would ever give it. It was as though touch was another language for him and he was VERY fluent in it. Her heart felt like it could fly. They barely knew each other, this was not like her at all, yet it was like the dance, the serenade in Ten Forward; things just kept happening, they were smooth and felt as though they were meant to happen in that moment. The 'mousey' nature was still there but it was like it was in the back seat. His touch brought out a boldness in her and she was really liking it. *The mouse who wants to roar...* 

She snuggled in close, feeling the warmth off him, a kiss to the cheek and nuzzle at his neck brought a warmth to her; she was so aware of him and her own heart. "This may be a beautiful setting but we may want to go somewhere more.....private." she whispered in his ear, with a kiss and some warm breath over his neck. "My quarters...." she felt like she went a couple of shades of red. 
 
Softtouch turned to give her another kiss in response; long and passionate, he let his lips linger before he waited her eyes to open before he nod lightly and gave her a smile but kept looking in her eyes with a questioning gaze. He gestured for her to go first and bowed slightly.
 
She kissed him rather heatedly before rolling over to pick up her guitar and offer a hand up. "Better to show you to quarters" she said, sounding a little sultry and hoping her 'mouse' wasn't about to show up.
 
Jemnar put his PADD on the belt line holder and using his long flute like a walking staff to push himself up and stand; offering his open hand to help her rise. His eye contact with her was deep and he sought to see past the sparkle of her eyes into her soul to compare the brightness. He accepted the steam tempered emotion as he kissed the back of her hand then gestured to the door with a bow.

With a smile and a blush she accepted the hand and lifted herself up. The dress danced around her legs, her guitar strap over her chest and the instrument itself was snug and safe against her back. A gently smile and soft giggle came with the bow. Michelle interlaced her fingers with his and started on the walk back to her own quarters. This was not usual for her, little Miss Shy, Miss Mouse leading a nice handsome guy back to quarters. She moved a little ahead of him, dress dancing as they moved along.
 
Softtouch walked with her not saying a word; he had the magic of the moment and even without telepathic ability he had exchanged affections and she had asked him to have more affections with her. Humans were very aware of their sensuality and desire; not as open as Orions, but so willing to follow the moment and live within it. Softtouch watched her as he kept his hand in hers; an assurance that he is not about to let her go. Their steps were with purpose but not rushed; they had the time; he did not want to leave her and just enjoyed the dual warmth of her hand as it radiated heat and her essence type warmth of her emotion radiating through him. He had not had a woman fuel his emotions like this; like a boat without means to break free he could only guide himself where the currents took him; the emotions pulled upon him and his desire not to go against the tide at the moment.
 
He just followed where she lead and it felt as the thing to do.

Michelle stopped in front of her own door, almost hesitant. This would be her last chance to back out of this; not that she really wanted to. This was very bold of her, but sometimes bold was best. With one touch the doors opened and she let Jemnar in. She let her guitar slip off and left it on the lounge, she stepped in for a kiss only backing away to lead Jemnar away to the bedroom. Michelle undid the ribbon in her hair and it floated to the floor just as the door to the bedroom closed.
 
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CWO Jemnar Softtouch
Nurse

Michelle Rogers
Comunications Officer


OOC: Song Inclusions -  'Can't Help Falling In Love' - Elvis Presley, 'Accidentally In Love' - Counting Crows

 

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