Mixed Signals (Part 2 of 2)

Posted on 30 Jan 2015 @ 1:36am by Petty Officer 1st Class Rebecca Williams & Lieutenant Olsam Mott

1,722 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Episode 07 - Sojourn
Location: USS Galileo: Callisto Bar
Timeline: MD42 1900 hours

Previously.....

Rebecca laughed softly as she found this alien intriguing. It was becoming more and more apparent it would be two rather than three but there was enough there for her to work with, enough to make the effort worth while.

"How about we go back to mine? I'm sure that I could find more delicacies with which I can sate your appetite with...You would be surprised at what I can manage when I put my mind to it."

And now....


"Mine?" Olsam asked abruptly, opening his eyes. "What mine? It's not a uridium mine, is it? Because I've had about enough of those for one lifetime. Also, I don't eat uridium."

Laughing, Rebecca moved her hand to softly trace her fingertips along the inside of the Bolian's wrist. "I can't say that my quarters have ever been described as a uridium mine. They are the sub standard with a bunk and table and chairs. My roomie is away for the night...something about a wild night with her boyfriend."

"Oh, your quarters," Olsam said, smiling and nodding as if it had all been an elaborate joke. "Sure, that sounds lovely. What kind of delicacies do you have? I hope they're sweet and juicy, like an over-rippened fruit that just bursts with flavor in your mouth and runs down your chin and makes a sticky mess. I just love to dive right in to that sort of thing." He hopped down off the bar stool, hastily pressed his thumb to a PADD to pay for their drinks, and presented himself as ready to go.

Taking the Bolian's hand, Rebecca moved to lead them both from the room, eyes following the unlikely pair as the men of the lounge felt envy boiling in their blood. Everyone knew only one thing could happen when a lady dressed as Rebecca had and it wasn't cookery lessons.

Rebecca somehow resisted pulling the alien into an embrace before they reached their destination. Normally she wasn't ever afraid of public displays of affection but in this case she had an idea in mind which was better suited to the confines of her quarters.

As they both stepped over the threshold, Rebecca turned to the Bolian with a seductive smile. "Make yourself at home, please feel free to use the replicator for any dishes you feel might...benefit us both tonight. I'm just going to slip into something....more comfortable."

Grabbing what she needed from her chest of drawers, the yeoman disappeared into the bathroom as she prepared to preen herself for the Bolian.

"I wonder how much of her energy allotment is left," Olsam mumbled to himself as he made his way over to the replicator. Only a monthly basis he had to beg the operations department to provide his 'account' with more energy than the average crewman on account of his overwhelming appetite. Thinking that she had offered he decided to take advantage of someone else's replicator rations and replicated five different plates of fruit filled with selections from over 73 different planets. He struggled to carry them all to the table but seemed to manage by the time she returned.

As Rebecca looked in the mirror, she pushed her hair back from her face and tightening the belt of her robe before giving herself a self satisfied nod. "So Mister Bolian...about that food." The yeoman announced in a voice loud enough to carry to the interior room as she moved back in to join her guest.

The yeoman didn't even blink an eye at the mountain of food, her mind momentarily thought that her roommate would kill her but sure, that didn't matter right now.

Moving further into the room, the belt of the silk nightie became undone, allowing it to drap open and expose her silk white breasts which were barely covered by think straps of satin red silk. Her torso remained uncovered to her hips, where a matching g-string was barely held in place, threatening to fall with each step that she made. "What do you wish to taste next?"

Olsam finished arranging the last dish on the table and looked up at her. He took note of her clothing in a very casual manner, assumed it was the traditional dress of the pajama planet he'd imagined she hailed from, and without missing a beat began speaking. "Well, I was thinking about the Altairian pod fruit. They're usually not my favorites, but the computer did a really good job replicating them. They look so firm and voluptuous, very full. It's inviting, you know? And then maybe some mangoes. I know, I know." He held up his hands, as if he'd been accused of something. "Terran fruits are sooo pedestrian, but they're also just so good."

Moving over to the table, Rebecca had kept her heels on which allowed her some height over the seated Bolian. "Hum...Honestly I prefer something that explodes when sucked, allowing a stream of juice to fill my mouth....How about...." The yeoman leaned over the alien, allowing her breast to brush against his chest, "....a Vulcan gespar." She offered the exotic fruit to the Bolian, keeping close to his body as she moved to perch on the edge of his leg.

"Oh, I love gespars," Olsam said, happily taking it from her. He eyed her for just a moment, then rationalized that perhaps the other chair was broken. It seemed somewhat uncouth to prop one's self up on a table, so he agreed that his leg seemed like the best alternative. "They're just about the only thing from Vulcan that I enjoy, aside from the women." He chuckled a bit at his own joke; he'd meant to refer to the planet's famed throat singers, most of whom were women. It was among his favorite music, and he assumed he need not elaborate - everyone knew about them, and there was certainly no room for confusion in such a statement. At all.

As Rebecca watched the Bolian bite into the fruit, juice escaped his lips and trailed it's way down along his jaw. Unable to resist, the yeoman shifted her body so her chest pressed up against his; allowing her to trail her tongue from the jaw line up to his lower lip. Briefly she took his lower lip between her teeth, nipping it softly before pulling slightly back,"mmmm....I hope that you enjoy human women just as much."

There was a sharp intake of breath, a gasp. Suddenly, Mott realized things were not as they seemed. Well, not as they had seemed to him, anyway. It was as if he shifted from one reality to the next, now seeing things for what they were. She hardly had any clothes on! She'd been feeding him supposed aphrodisiacs from the moment they'd met. Was she licking his face? Did she have any idea how many types of bacteria were found on the average person's face? Was she biting him now? Oh, by the deep blue, please don't let her break the skin! Skin was skin for a reason! It was a barrier against the unseen evils of the world. He didn't even know her name, and it just seemed like really poor form to allow some nameless person to exponentially increase your risk of infection. Had she mistaken him for some kind of blue Deltan?

"Whoa, listen," Mott said, wide-eyed. "I'm sure you're very good at sexual intercourse. Your body is very symmetrical and has all the physiological characteristics designed to elicit a biological response from the opposite sex. But I thought I was here as a fellow fruit connoisseur."

A wide smile spread across Rebecca's lips as she watched the confusion and almost horror flicker through the Bolian's eyes. She had to admit that she hadn't seen this coming but she had been starting to enjoy this Bolian's presence and hell...she hadn't gotten herself sexually frustrated for nothing.

Using her advantage point on his knee, she moved to straddle his waist before moving her hands behind his head, stroking the flesh softly. "You are here as a fellow fruit connoisseur....I want to taste and experience your scents, textures and...sweet necture."

Olsam didn't panic, mostly. He was cool under pressure. He was grace under fire. He'd been in phaser fights with rogue Jem'Hadar, reattached severed limbs in dusty refugee camps, helped repair a broken starship in the face of certain death. He could handle one hormonal woman. There were a hundred different ways to simply incapacitate her, and thankfully he had one with him. He reached down and patted his pocket, expecting to find a hypospray filled with a sedative for just such emergencies. But it was gone. Missing. Perhaps absent-mindedly left in his lab coat or another pair of pants. His eyes suddenly darted around the room and then locked with hers. There wasn't a blunt object within reach and...wait.... What was she doing with her hands? No! No, no, no!

Suddenly, the Bolian stood up in a panic. The movement of such a mass caused a great commotion, sending both his chair and Rebecca tumbling to the floor. His first instinct was to flee, but it was then that he saw the blood and noticed the half-dressed woman had a head wound. In his dazed state, she didn't appear to be moving.

Olsam reeled, almost tripping over the chair. "No, not again! Not another one!"

Rebecca could hear a voice shouting in the distance but the sound of blood rushing through her ears instead had her focus. Moving her hand slowly to her head, she pressed against her forehead as she tried to stop the dizzy feelingl struggling to sit up in the process. "What the...." As the yeoman's hand fell away like a dead weight, the sight of the blood staining her hand had the roaring in her ears intensifying. "Wha..." Before she could finish the word, Rebecca fell backwards as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and unconsciousness took her away.

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Petty Officer 2nd Class Rebecca Williams
Command Officer's Yeoman
USS Galileo

Lieutenant Olsam Mott, M.D.
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

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