Softtouch to Vulcan (2)

Posted on Mon Jul 31st, 2017 @ 3:50am by Chief Warrant Officer Jemner

1,366 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Pulling Together
Location: Shuttle

ON

The shuttle was full as per expectations, Softtouch allowed Michelle to have the seat by the window, he had been to Vulcan so he need not push anything as they were departing. He sat with his head back on the headrest while the shuttle eased out of the Shuttlebay. "

"I do have an appointment with a Sehlat and a little girl while down on the planet." Softtouch signed without the volume. "The chief Medical Officer and her daughter want to see something resembling a Saber Toothed Tiger and I have a friend who has one as a pet."

'Sounds like she will have a wonderful time. Very lucky.' Mishy signed back. 'It would be nice to meet one of them.' Michelle leant her head against Jem's shoulder. 'I have my art supplies with me, I can always occupy myself for a while.' she signed with a smile.

[It will be in a park; you might ge some good images of a girl playing with a large predatory type animal. I will be taking images myself.] He signed. 

'A chance to sketch wildlife, how can I pass that up?'. She signed with a smile. 'Are we going to be taking in some of the sights?'

[As many as two wondering people can.] Softtouch signed. [I have missed going to Mount Solei, it is the resting place and the only place in universe that could be defined as 'Sacred' to Vulcans.] Softtouch told her. [Not able to climb but to see it would be an experience.] He had a wistful expression. [This will be a time I will cherish, everyday with you and no duty.] He almost seemed hesitant.

'Mount Solei, should definitely be a stop off. That one would make a great landscape water or pastel colour.' She smiled at the thought. 'You will not be the only one.' She signed, even if a bit slowly. 'I'm on holiday; trying not to use the U T other than a fall back.' She meant every word of it. 'Practice my Vulcan and learn as many signs as I can. I am a linguist after all.' She ran her left hand down his face, very soft and lovingly. 'We have the time to get to know each other, and I can finally do a nice detailed portrait of you. With not one hint of a uniform in sight, just my Jem.'

Jemnar took an impulsive kiss with Michelle; savoring her feelings for the moment and trying to get more of them to help ease his slight uneasiness about the time spent with a human female. He had been kind of running things through his mind; the possibilities of pending events that he should not be thinking of but his past coming back to haunt him in a way. While kissing her he did not have to speak; sign or express himself in a way he sometimes stumbled with getting exactly as he wants without the words women sought to hear. 

Like lightning had struck Jem was right there. Mishy almost swore every set of eyes in the shuttle was on the two of them in that moment. Sure, she enjoyed the kiss, and took in every bit of it, but at the same time it felt like her cheeks were on fire! *That was unexpected!* Her left hand came up to gently touch Jem's face, slightly embarrassed but truly enjoying it.


After the kiss he rested his forehead to hers for a few seconds and just steadied himself emotionally before he backed away and look her in the eyes to wink. Then he gently put his hand over hers for a moment and just let their eyes exchange the sparkle he had in his own. In truth he did not know the words to say what he wanted that would fully express what he feels in a way that cannot be misinterpreted between them.  So he had to give her a smile and hope that was enough?

Simple touch seemed to be a language all his own and one that needed no real dictionary to understand. The forehead touch always seemed to be the most important move for him, almost like a human nuzzle with an 'I love you' whisper thrown in for good measure. The wink was sweet and she always enjoyed his touch; the moments passed just gazing into his eyes and taking in his smile. Michelle leant over and snuggled in against him as best she could from her own chair. Her head just reached his chest and in such a way that his heartbeat greeted her; the simple, strong yet soothing thump under her ear always brought out a warmth and contentment in herself. It was as though time could stop while she was snuggled there. The background faded and all she was aware of was his warmth and the rhythm of both of their hearts together.

Softtouch ran his hand along her hair in a soothing way to smooth out the strands in long slow motions. His smile was contented before he kissed the top of her head in between two strokes, he wished in that second he could have uttered even a single word. With her looking away from his face he could only soothe and hope she got his feelings; this is where the last mistakes began; where the words that were needed could not come and Softtouch the silent lover's novelty began to fade.

He would keep the faith as humans have said; as he always did, until the lady found him no longer stimulating. Yet there was something about the warmth of emotion coming from Michelle; dare he say 'His' Michelle, that felt so muchdifferent from the others. Could this be that thing called love by humans. More than just novelty emotions? He kept smoothing her hair as the emotions from her had depth, warmth and a biting desire he had not sensed before. 

*If you could hear my thoughts they would be of you Loving Michelle, the warmth from and about you that I sense, and the fact those feelings are freely given from you to me.* He thought aloud; screaming the words that she would wish to head and in no way could.

Mishy was curled up over one arm and the other was smoothing out her hair, a small kiss between the strokes. Maybe this was a kind of 'heaven on Earth' thing for her. Mishy turned Jem's 'spare hand' palm up and brought it into an embrace. She laced her fingers in over the top of his own and the palm of the hand rested over her heart. It felt like very beat was rising to meet his hand, Michelle gave his fingers a small squeeze. It was kind of an unspoken 'me too'. Her head may have been quiet but some things you can just tell, at least she hoped.

It was okay, he would continue to care for her and that would have to be enough for her to know he cares more than anything about her. He would heal any wound she has; even if it cost him his own life, just to have the smile continue in the universe. 

Jemnar always seemed to live up to his name, soft in touch and soft to cuddle up to. Mishy was quite happy to be where she was at least until they landed, just soaking up a good snuggle with Jem. It would have been nicer to have been in his lap but that could happen at almost any time while they were planet side.

"Thank you folks, we will be landing in short order, please prepare for touch-down and then you will be free to disembark." The voice told the passengers. 

Softtouch gave a squeeze to her hand; he allowed her to sit up as he could not soothe her anymore but the touch of her hand was something he could not resist.


A warm squeeze back and Michelle's head popped up, giving him a smile before getting up to head off. 'A nice flight' she signed. 'Ready to go?'


TBC

 

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