Softtouch to Vulcan (3)

Posted on Mon Jul 31st, 2017 @ 11:06am by Chief Warrant Officer Jemner

1,579 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Pulling Together
Location: Vulcan surface

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Softtouch winked as he nodded his reply. Getting out of his seat to never let the hand go; his implied gesture was to aid her exit from the seat but in reality he needed to feel her emotions right now. He had a smile upon his face until the heat of Vulcan hit him; he had not been really accustomed to this climate and it did catch him slightly off guard. Not like the Klingon Home world with the humidity as well as heat but enough for him to take in a short breath. He had been raised closer to the coast and he was more accustomed to the North American climate where he had been training. 

She was up and followed along nicely her things in tow. The heat was something else! Sure she was used to hot summers but this was taking it up a notch. She smiled as she looked to him, happy to start an adventure with him.

He looked at his hand and with an almost reluctant breath took his hand away to use the gloves.


[I have a small dwelling near here as a place to use for travel Base. My friend is not far from here as well. I might even get you into the temple as a guest while I am there?] He looked with eyes questioning his forwardness.

'Temple? I thought that was rather exclusive' she signed back. 'Not that it isn't an honour and very nice thought. Lead on, you are very well planned for this.'

[If I were well planned I would not have to share time with others and we would be in a hot spring just floating problems away.] He signed. [I feel as though I am dragging you places you would not go?]

Michelle's hands came up and waved side to side quite quickly for a moment. 'Oh no! Getting carted from dig site to dig site was not fun. This will be, and the company is a bit better too,' She smiled. 'It's okay, honest.'

[But the first place will be near my acquaintance that is friendly; by Vulcan terms, with me and was of influence in my training.] He explained while they walked through the heat. [He is not of the temple but just one that took a friendly nature to me.] 

They were approaching a small band of buildings very close together, the adobe like structures were designed to reflect the heat. Softtouch took out his PADD and tapped a few keys to communicate with the computer, looking at the map. 

[Our Dwelling is over there.] He pointed to a small bungalow. [I hope it is to your liking? It has a larger bed and bath facility with real water running in it. Not exactly Logical but they keep for humans and other people who wish real water baths.]

'Sounds cosy and has everything we need. Just perfect.' Mishy smiled from underneath her wide brimmed sun hat. She watched him with her eyes flicking back to their destination. She was just happy to be on leave with Jem, seeing this part of him was special and something to just be soaked up.

Softtouch felt a warmth coming from Michelle; it was bringing her closer to him he could feel her skin and where she leaned into him; yet; it was almost as though he had a phase shifting and there was a misalignment of their form. Michelle was actually past his skin and she felt like she could occupy part of the same physical space as himself. Like the merging of two bioeletric forms, the energy mingling to be more than a couple; or less of two individuals, he could almost sense her thoughts as though they were directly connected and physically their arms were within one another. The warmth he felt was more than affection and he had to smile as it seemed to be filling an emptiness within him. Michelle was coming through a gateway and fulfilling a long empty part of himself with her presence, he could sense her so close to the border of where his form stopped and hers began was ... blurring and mingling to become less dual focus. 

Michelle had been holding Jem's hand, she gave it a small squeeze before lifting it up and absent mindedly kissing the back of the glove, rubbing her own cheek past it for a moment before letting it drop and walking as close as she could beside him. She was truly content. Up there on cloud nine, just totally happy and not fussed what the plans were. There was a warmth with Jem, like she could use him as a blanket, part of him wrapped around her, safe, warm and loved. She liked that feeling, it was just perfect.

'Not much further?' she signed, rubbing against his shoulder.

Softtouch gave her a wide smile and his sly wink as he squeezed her hand a little while walking to the small bungalow he had set aside. Luckily he was able to do so over the text format of registering for the lodging so he did not have to speak nor have anything 'lost in translation. .

Entering the Bungalow Softtouch had to marvel at the place; it was spacious with a raised roof to let the heat rise away from the main area. An open floor plan  with a small kitchen, dining table and the sofa in the central living area and a Recliner as well. The coffee table seemed made of wood and the exact size to be comfortable to the occupants of all the seats. 

{I hope this meets your expectations; I was using the word 'Cozy' and this is what the Vulcan taking my request translated?" Softtouch signed. [It is rather comfortable looking." He noted the one open door in the opposite wall. "That would be the bedroom.] He started towards it. [I presume the bath I requested is back there?]

"I would think so." She called as she came in and placed her bag down. "This is very nice. Not exactly what I was expecting for a Vulcan accommodation."

[It would be logical to have 'Human' type accomidations since there are so many of them coming to Vulcan.] Softtouch responded. [If you wish I could draw a bath and we could see what the water capacity is?] He was trying to be funny. [It would be the mutual washing of backs; I am told in Japan it is considered intimate?]

"That's true, to them just sharing food can have little hints of intimacy. After the flight and all, a freshen up might be nice before we start making visits." Michelle wandered around the living area, just taking things in. Part of her was looking for a nice place to do some art, she still wanted that perfect casual picture of Jem, the true Jem.

[I must go there some time.] Softtouch signed. [In mean time would you like to share a Japanese tradition of bathing?]

Michelle moved over to the open door and popped her head around. 'Do I ever turn something like that down when it is from you?' she signed with a beaming smile. 'Some time alone with no work, finally!' She stepped in and gave him a big squeeze. 'I'll just pop my bag away while you get all set up. By the way, I think shared bathing starts at the undressing stage.' She winked at her Jem and was off in a flash to get her bag and drop it off in the bedroom. She came back with clean clothes over one arm and her shoes off. There was a beaming smile that highlighted her cheekbones and eyes. She set the clothes aside and gently ran a hand over his face. 'I hope you don't mind it being quite a warm bath. The heat can help with knots.' She turned around and shifted her hair aside, bringing the zipper into view. An unspoken offer, bidding him to do as he wished.

Softtouch removed his gloves and they were placed on a small table, he went to her and started to move the zipper down; taking the oppurtunity to kiss the nape of her neck until the zipper could go no farther. Putting his arms around her waist he just wanted an embrace, nuzzling her affectionately. The warmth of her was to be savored and he felt the urge again to bask in the warmth of her emotional projections as well as her being. Without another way to express himself he merely hoped the simple act of holding her close is enough to show that he cared for the whole woman and his touch is his meter for his returned affections?

Michelle could sense he was close behind; the warmth of his hands at the zipper, a strong and tall presence behind her. He was being tantalizingly slow, the nuzzle at the neck was already melting her and they hadn't even gotten to the bath yet. "My sweet soft touch.." she cooed. Michelle turned on the spot and just as slowly removed his shirt. Who needed words! This spoke volumes to her; the way her own heartbeat practically turned into a butterfly, beating ever so fast. This wasn't some passing infatuation, not when it felt like this.

Softtouch kissed her again to seal the mutual affection.

OFF

Michelle Rogers
Communications Officer

Jemnar Softtouch
Nurse.

 

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