Softtouch to Vulcan (1)

Posted on Mon Jul 31st, 2017 @ 3:49am by Chief Warrant Officer Jemner

900 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Pulling Together
Location: Michelle's quarters.

ON

It was always quite warm on Vulcan; humanoids for the most part, found the slightly thinner air a hindrance. Softtouch had gone through his scheduling with the Chief Medical Officer to get liberty with Michelle. The Vulcans are touch sensitive and in a hand shake or other close touch Softtouch could communicate with Vulcans. He had spent an Earth Summer studying here and had a few friends that remained on Vulcan. 

An extra night of rest and being tended to with TLC from Michelle had brought him back to normal; his natural healing did have some advantages like not having to miss the scheduled Shore Leave.

He had chosen things for the weather, favoring the earth tones; light brown slacks and an ivory loosing fitting cotton shirt. The low style boots and a large brimmed Fedora style hat. The sunglasses are in a pocket of the bag as well as a small re-breather should he get caught in a sand storm. 

Though this time he had promised to stop in; he hoped that Michelle would not mind a dinner or two during their leave to visit his old friends? She is a social one and he believed she might enjoy it as one of the wives plays the Vulcan Harp. 

Having a small bag that should last him a few days over his shoulder he made his way to Michelle's quarters; the door opened before he could ring the chime as he recalled both of them had opened their doors to the other. Softtouch went in and using the gloves called out to her.

[Michelle, are you here?] The synthesized voice called out. [The Shuttle is getting ready to depart, unless we want to be scrambled we should be going.]

Michelle had been busy packing what she called her 'dig bag'. It was what she had used when she was being brought along on an off site dig. She had learned to expertly fold, roll and be able to cram clothes and other things into the bag and still have room for a sketch pad and her Artist's pack. That was filled with pastels, watercolors, oil based crayons, paint and of course, her different sized Charcoal sticks. She had a feeling she would be doing a lot more art on this little trip than anything else. It would be a pity to leave the guitar behind but it would be better to pack light.

'Mishy' was in a sky blue dress with a white tie back around her waist, there was a similar one used to keep all but her bangs off her face. She heard Jem 'call out', that was the exit cue all right. She threw in a PADD that had her journal and music collection on it and was out of the bedroom and into the main lounge area. "Then it looks like I am ready just on time. She slipped on a pair of white 'Ballet flats' and picked up her bag. 'Lead the way, my Soft touch.' she signed with a smile. 'I have been working at my signs a lot. Not sure about gloves and liberty.'

Softtouch crossed right over to Michelle and put his arms around her to give her an affectionate kiss to let her know he is glad to see her and undestood what she had said. Savoring the emotions coming off her for a moment. 

In one simple moment Jemnar could slow it down and bring out the joy. The feel of his arms around her just drew her in, not just close to him but almost into him. His kisses could almost block out the sun, it was like nothing else mattered to her in that moment. It was nothing but their warmth and the tingle of his touch.

After the kiss he placed his forehead to hers with his gentle contented smile as he took in her being and the fact that someone wanted him around who knew he was different and accepted him anyway. It was soothing to him to feel the emotions coming off her, he just allowed the waves of her feelings to gently wash over him and kept her close. Gently caressing along her back in a manner that he hoped put across his affectionate feeling towards her?  

A gentle caress that could bring out goose bumps wherever it roamed, it drew out a soft sigh that Jem knew was pure contentment and her relishing his touch. 'Not that I want to break this up, but you did say that shuttle was getting ready to depart. Plenty of time to revel in your touch when we get planet side.' Michelle signed, smiling but a little sorry to have to cut it short. 'Otherwise we will need to be scrambled to make it down.'

Softtouch nodded, put his hand in hers and started out the door. Not towing her but just making sure they did not get separated. Maybe a little more than normal but nothing that is not expected. The Turbo Lift was close so getting to the shuttle deck did not take time.

Michelle smiled and went along with the flow, sun hat on, and bag on her shoulder. The ride felt like it was over in a blink and soon enough the man she cared for had her on board the shuttle and ready for adventure.

TBC

 

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