Something has to give

Posted on Sat May 28th, 2016 @ 3:35pm by Lieutenant Verdeath Newmark

1,010 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Point of View
Location: Newmark Quarters

ON:

It was the middle of the night. All was quiet and serene in the Newmark Quarters.

Until it wasn’t.

Nhallia tried but failed to scream, a strangled sound of agony as the muscles in her legs seized up- jerking her out of an already fitful sleep. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, could just gasp and grit her teeth, one hand desperately slapping the bed in the quick one-two pattern that had always been a call for attention- or for help.

Newmark was up in a second, the hand slapping the bed was soemthing he learned from a long time ago; a distress signal between his wife and her deaf father. HIs hands went to her body as they always did; his touch was said to be almost empathic in the acuity and after his life with Nhallia he knew her body almost as well as his own. The touch that gave him the 'flow' of her body; a human Chinese practitioner that had taught Newmark Acupunture noted Newmark's ability to monitor the flow of 'Chi' through a body.

"Just a moment Love..." Newmark started to used deep penetrating massage on what would feel like rocks to his touch.

The major muscles of Nhallia’s legs had seized up, contracting against each other painfully. She couldn’t relax them and it felt like the muscle tissue was going to rip or tear. Nhallia whimpered in pain and couldn’t even tell Verdeth what was wrong, just had to let him try to find the source of her distress.

Her muscles were a tangle since she had been pregnant and only now during the final trimester had he gotten more used to the changes and how to note them. working his smooth caress down to her legs he could almost feel the pain, his sensitivity did note the the blood flowing to the clinched muscles. He started to knead them to get some deeper reach into her muscles and tissue; he used the fingertips to promote better blood flow and get the surrounding areas to relax more as the long strokes were getting the legs to slowly lose tensions.

"Is that better?" He said as he knew the answer but kept with the steady massage.

Nhallia was breathing as hard as if she'd been running or working out, just trying to push the pain away, to give him the time he needed to coax her muscles into relaxing. It was hard and it sent more tension through her body even as she was trying to ease up. "No," she growled and flexed her hands into fists, close to pummeling the pillows to try to vent... whatever it was she was feeling; frustration, anger, pain, sadness, fear.... half the time SHE didn't even know what she was feeling anymore!

Using slow and more controlled motions; his palms caressing her skin while fingers induced more blood flow through the touch and he moved along the legs and to the outer leg to the Stomach where he continued to caress in a way to comfort the baby; maybe get less squirming and maybe get the flow of the body to become like a calm stream.

Verdeth's skilled hands eventually eased the painful contraction of her leg muscles. It didn't take long, really, but it felt like it did. As his hands moved to her stomach, Nhallia did something she almost never did; she pulled away, just a little. She also covered his hand with hers to move it away; that wasn't too unusual anymore, though. She'd been gently discouraging touches to her stomach for a while now; people she barely knew always wanted to touch her belly, as if being pregnant was something they all wanted to share. Even with Verdeth, it was was the kind of caress she barely tolerated now.

~I can see why the Little One is causing you problems.~ Newmark thought to himself as he moved to her arms and shoulders, to relax those part she had tensed.

"It is time for you to do the Bed Rest My Love." He said. "The Baby is fighting you it seems. I will run you a hot bath and you can soak the tired muscles..." He began.

"Time for what?" Nhallia interupted him, sounding incredulous. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and even started to get out of bed entirely. "Bedrest? What is this- 1860 and I'm being shut up at home 'in confinement' because it's so vulgar to see a pregnant woman wandering around out in the open?"

"The Doctor has brought up the possibility because of your varying Blood pressure and the cramping of the leg muscles not getting proper flow." Newmark was trying to keep the calm tone and not go into 'Doctor Mode'. "It is for your health and the health of the baby, You are not being shut in, I love my walks with you and such so I am just trying to keep you in better health."

Nhallia started reaching for her robe- the short cotton one she'd had for years and had been worn to an absolute softness and fit as comfortably as her own skin. But that one had been put away ages ago. Her hand landed instead on the longer, silky robe that she'd had to get to accommodate her larger circumference and right now even that made her angry. "Not being shut in- of course I'll be shut in! I'll be ordered to not go to work anymore- to just lie in that bed like a- like a human incubator! I've already been taken off Security Detail, Away Teams, and Bridge Duty- now you want me to not even do desk duty? How useless do you think I am?" she asked, tears springing to her eyes as she pulled on the robe that just didn't feel RIGHT. She stormed out to the main room, or at least as much as of a storm as could be conjured up by a woman who already had the pregnancy waddle...

TBC

 

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