A Lover's Embrace

Posted on 04 Jan 2015 @ 10:05pm by Lieutenant Oren Idris Ph.D. & Petty Officer 1st Class Pieter Van Zyl Ph.D.

2,741 words; about a 14 minute read

Mission: Episode 07 - Sojourn
Location: Starbase 84 - T'Vanna's temporary quarters
Timeline: MD07 - 1400hrs

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After finally disentangling himself from Ellsworth's iron-like embrace, Oren dropped his things off at his temporary quarters before deciding to pay his 'lover' a visit. Despite their little ploy of playing house, he rather enjoyed T'Vanna's company. He also liked being around Emmaline as she reminded him of Dejen in some ways. All babies did.

The door opened and T'Vanna just wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're back!" she exclaimed happily, taking him into a very tight hug.

Smiling happily, he wrapped his arms around her waist and returned the hug just as tightly. "I missed you!" he said, voice muffled by the fabric of her shirt as he buried his face into her neck.

"I missed you too Oren, you've no idea how much!" The half-Vulcan woman was genuinely pleased to see her 'lover' again, and her voice very much carried down the hall for everyone to hear. Releasing him from the hug, she placed both her hands on his cheeks and stared him straight in the eyes. "I'm going to kiss you," she warned him, then pressed her lips against his.

Oren closed his eyes, leaning forward to kiss back. Taking a step closer so that their bodies brushed against each others, his grip on her waist tightened slightly as he melted into her.

"Easy there," she murmured, "we don't want anything untoward to happen." yet she didn't step away, nor did she break off the remainder of the kiss. "You're an excellent kisser love."

"Well, can you blame me for enjoying it? I haven't kissed anyone in weeks," Oren said, his slightly kiss stained lips forming into a teasing grin. It was a bit of a lie (he'd kissed Ellsworth several times in the last few hours), but he wanted her to feel special.

"Neither have I," T'Vanna reminded him, "and there's nothing wrong with enjoying it but we agreed we wouldn't go too far. That said, you are staying here tonight right? Makes sense that you do, given the length you've been away from me."

Oren smiled. "Of course. I've missed feeling your body next to mine," he said dramatically before sliding by her and into her quarters.

Stepping back inside, T'Vanna allowed the door to close, then followed him. "I'm sure Emma's happy to see you too, do you want to see her?"

"Of course!"

She grabbed his hand and all but dragged him to her bedroom. "She's grown so much since you last saw her, look." She lifted the infant from the crib and deposited her in the El-Aurian's arms.

Oren gasped as he held her. "Oh, look at you!" he said, holding the baby close to him. "You're such a big girl now!" Leaning down, he gave her head a small peck. Reaching down into his bag, he took out the doll he'd showed them during their first call. "Look what I got you? You like it?" He wiggled the purple clad doll a bit.

The baby waved her arms aimlessly around, though her tiny mouth seemed to form into a smile as she gurgled happily at him.

"She remembers you," T'Vanna said, leaning over his shoulder. "You're a natural."

Oren smiled, looking back at her. "It's easy to be a natural with a well behaved baby," he said, deflecting the compliment. Rocking Emma gently, he walked over to the bed and sat down. "How have you been?" he asked, finally looking up from the baby and to T'Vanna.

"Same old, bit bored being off duty still but I intend to remedy that as soon as we're allowed back aboard the ship. Looking forward to the masquerade ball to be honest. You? Did you find what you were looking for?"

Oren nodded. "Yeah, I was really bored on the trip so I made a costume for myself." Being bored was only ten percent of it, if he was being honest. Sewing had been something he'd done with his mother as a child and it had relaxed him. That and dancing with his father. Somehow, he'd hoped that rekindling the flame of those hobbies would reignite some emotion over his parents' passing, but it didn't work. Not by a long shot.

"I also found a template for a dress you could replicate and if you like it, maybe we could make adjustments."

"Oh I'd like that. Show me what you've got so far," she said enthusiastically.

Nodding, Oren deposited Emma back into her crib before going to the replicator. Taking out a small information chip from his bag, he programmed it into the replicator before tapping a few commands into the console. When the dress appeared, he pulled it out and held it up to T'Vanna. It was silk, as they'd discussed, in a gorgeous, dark purple hue. It had ruffled, bishop sleeves that ended at the elbow and a Queen Anne neckline sliding into a tight bodice and then a large, ball gown skirt.

"Can you help me into it?" T'Vanna asked, her eyes sparkling in enthusiasm as she regarded the gorgeous dress. "I've never ever worn anything like this before, I want to see how it looks. Please? You're...you're not shy about helping me here, are you?" After all, she'd have to get out of her current clothes to even have a hope of fitting into the dress.

"Of course not," Oren said easily, not bothered in the least. He was as excited to see T'Vanna in the dress as she was. "But you're going to need a petticoat. I'll replicate you one." Making his way over to the replicator again, he continued. "I think it'll be a little too big for you, but I can just readjust it, then scan it again."

"Or you scan me T'Vanna suggested as she shrugged out of most of her
clothes. "Don't I need a corset too?"

"Maybe," Oren said with a shrug. "And scanning you kind of defeats the purpose. Your dress isn't supposed to be skin tight and I honestly don't trust the replicator to make a good fit. It certainly didn't make a good fit with my uniform."

The Vulcan woman chuckled as she waited for Oren to replicate the dress. "But it's part of the era's costume isn't it...be all strung in tight so the dresses fit and have this insanely thin waist?"

"If you want to wear a corset, we can replicate one. I've never worn one but a friend of mine says it can be comfortable if you string it right," Oren supplied, taking out the petticoat from the replicator.

"We'll see how the dress fits first," T'Vanna said, stretching out her hands for the petticoat. "But I do like the thought and...why would you ever want to wear one? I've never heard of guys wearing corsets..."

"Sometimes it makes your body look the way you want it to look," Oren explained, adjusting the petticoat around her waist. "But I've always liked the way my body looks so I've never opted for them."

"Ah. I've never needed one before but well...with all this extra weight that I haven't lost yet, I might actually need one." She lifted her arms up so he could drop the dress over her head. She felt a little silly, standing there in just a petticoat and a bra. What if her roommate walked in?

Unfastening the back of the dress with careful, delicate movements, Oren finally managed to maneuver it over T'Vanna's head. Standing on tip toes, he made sure to move the sleeves correctly so that she could slip her arms through the ruffles before pulling it down with careful tugs. When her face finally emerged from the neckline, Oren grinned and kissed her cheek. "There you are. I thought I'd lost you in there for a second."

"I thought I might get lost," T'Vanna grinned, blushing slightly, then tried to blow her long hair from her face. She wiggled her arms and shimmied her hips to get the dress into place. "How does it look?"

"One moment," Oren said, moving behind her to fasten the dress into place. Once finished, he pulled at her dress gently, first the sleeves, then the bodice and neckline, making sure the fabric and the seams fell nicely. As he did so, he reminded himself eerily of his mother, tugging away at his outfits when he was a child. With that thought, he took a small step back. "You look amazing," he told her with a bright grin.

Picking up the dress so she wouldn't trip on the hem, she made a little pirouette. "Does it fit right? It feels as if it's a little big, but it's comfortable.

"Yeah, it needs a bit of fitting around your shoulders and your waist, but all in all, you look perfect," Oren smiled. "I'm actually a little jealous."

"Why's that?" she asked as she stood still, waiting for him to make the necessary adjustments. "Do you think you missed your calling as a tailor?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "I don't think so. I did love helping my mother with it all, but I don't think I have the talent to enjoy it day after day." Taking out a paDD with the dress' design, he made some adjustments. "I'm a little jealous because I don't think I could pull of a dress like that."

"Why not?" T'Vanna asked as she gestured for him to help her out of it again. "You're about my size why don't you try it on?"

Oren perked up visibly, helping her out of the dress, careful not to rip anything. Once she was out of it, he turned to his own outfit, unbuttoning his shirt. "The bust definitely won't fit," he said needlessly.

"So don't hold your breath," T'Vanna teased as she helped him out of his clothes, shivering slightly as cool air touched her bare skin. "In fact...really, don't hold your breath."

Pulling his undershirt over his head and finally getting out of the rest of his clothes until he was in just his underwear, Oren held his arms out for T'Vanna to help with the dress. With the petticoat in place, he closed his eyes as they got the dress in place, more or less. Oren had been right of course, but so had T'Vanna. Apart from the obvious lack of breasts and more narrow hips, the dress was a good fit.

"Do you want a mirror?" T'Vanna asked as she studied him, not even bothering to fasten the dress as that would never happen. "There's one in the bathroom..." She smiled as she walked around him, tugging here and there. "It does look good though."

"Yeah, but I'm more of an A-line, scoop neck kind of guy," Oren said, looking down at himself with a critical eye. He'd thought the colour would suit him, too, but it just made him look paler than he was. The black of his own outfit suited him better.

"Alright, let's get this off of you before something happens to it. I really do love it, you really have an eye for this." SHe grinned at him. "I'll let you pick my dress when we go out again."

"Okay!" Oren said, turning so that she could unfasten the back. As he faced the door, he suddenly realised there was someone standing in the doorway. A very big, very red-faced someone.

"Pieter? What are you doing here?" Oren asked, curious as he hadn't been aware that Pieter and T'Vanna even knew each other.

Pieter's blush seemed to intensify (if that was even possible) as he tried desperately to keep his eyes off of T'Vanna's barely clothed figure. He fumbled when caught and shook his head, as if trying to clear it or snap it back into function.

"The plant you requested. I just dropped it off," he managed, still looking down at the hem of Oren's dress.

"Ahh thank you!" Making a grab for a nearby robe, T'Vanna quickly donned it and stepped forward. "That's so very kind of you Mister Van Zyl, very attentive to drop it off. I honestly hadn't expected it so soon." She gestured to a vacant space on the floor. "You can put it over there."

"Nice to see you again, Piet," Oren said cheerfully as he watched the man awkwardly making his way around them, still not meeting either of their eyes. "We were just..."

"Goodbye, Ensign," Pieter told T'Vanna and made his way out of the room and the quarters at lightning speed.

"That was weird..." She wrapped the robe tighter around herself, tying the sash around her waist. "I really hadn't expected him so soon, I put in a request for a few plants earlier this week."

"Yeah, he's efficient like that. It's not really weird, in my experience, he's just uncomfortable with sudden, unexpected nudity. Many people are." Oren nodded understandingly.

"But you're not," T'Vanna commented, turning around to face him, their bodies in close proximity as she reached to help him get out of the dress. "And for the record I honestly don't mind if you do happen to see more of me than this. We're supposed to be lovers after all, gotta have something to brag about, right?"

"I have plenty to brag about," Oren said, raising his arms up to help her get the dress off smoothly. "Is there a birthmark or something I should know about?"

"Not that I'm aware of, why don't you have a look?" As soon as she had the dress off, she let the robe slip from her shoulders and smiled at him. "We both know nothing sexual will happen between us, so there's no harm in looking. I mean...we agreed there wouldn't be. So...go ahead."

Oren raised an eyebrow but walked towards her until he was close enough to have a very good look. Although she'd lost some of the weight from her pregnancy, beyond the more accentuated curve to her hip, there were no more marks of her having a baby in the last two months. Gently, he ran the tips of his fingers over her waist, feeling the smooth olive skin beneath them while looking back up at her eyes.

She squirmed as he touched her, her eyes all smiles as she looked back at him. Unconsciously, she was holding her breath, watching him as he watched her. She stoot utterly still, letting him do his exploring.

"The offer goes both ways, you know," he told her, caressing her arm but not taking his eyes off her face, taking in every line. The way one of her face wasn't perfectly symmetrical, but was overall an embodiment of her personality, which made it more beautiful.

"I know, but I'm trying to resist the temptation," she told him honestly. "I'm content with just being held, but if I do this, we risk wanting more. Because, I might want more."

"Then we shouldn't be doing this," Oren said wisely, taking a step back and reaching for his shirt and T'Vanna's robe. "Here," he said, holding it out to her.

T'Vanna poked her arms through the arms in the robes and smiled. "Always the wise one," she teased, reaching to draw him closer again once the robe was safely tied around her waist. "Nothing wrong with just hugging, just make sure we're always clothed and nothing will happen."

Smiling, Oren slipped his hands around her shoulders, letting them rest there. "Is that your way of telling me you want to just watch a holoprogram and cuddle?" he asked mock-seriously.

"Something like that," T'Vanna teased. "Or just cuddle up in bed and keep eachother warm, and watch a holoprogram. Hot chocolate to go with it. All properly dressed in pajama's of course."

"Mmmm," Oren moan exaggeratedly in pleasure. "You know just the way to a man's heart."

"I can but try," T'Vanna replied, drawing him to the bedroom. "Do you want to freshen up first? Even though it's in the middle of the day...."

"Ugh...a shower sounds perfect right now," he admitted sheepishly. "How about you pop in whatever holovid you like and I'll go take a quick sonic?"

"Sounds like a plan," T'Vanna smiled as she changed into something more suitable for bed, and then crawled in under the covers.

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Oren Idris, Ph.D.
Archaeologist/Anthropologist
USS Galileo

Ensign T'Vanna Murray
Asst Chief Intel Officer
USS Galileo

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