Parting With Such Sweet Sorrow (Part 2 of 3) [+18]

Posted on 07 Jan 2016 @ 8:44pm by Lieutenant Benice Gyce Ph.D. & Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm

1,039 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 10 - Symposium
Location: USS Galileo - Lirha's Quarters, Deck 1
Timeline: MD3 - 0230 Hours

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With eyes closed and her motions now outside of her control, Lirha slowly slipped out of consciousness and began to go limp.

"Kosst!" Gyce had a feeling this was Lirha's desired end. In some ways, this was a good thing, since Gyce did not like to inflict pain like this. But this was also bad. There was blood on her hand. So Gyce knew she tore her lover. Plus Lirha was unconscious. As Gyce leaned in to Lirha's mouth, she determined the breathing was normal, but the admiral's skin was a paler shade of green.

Still, Gyce could not skip out in the middle of the night on her lover. Not after causing Lirha to pass out. So she did the best she could and placed Lirha's legs comfortably down before Gyce settled back in for the rest of the night. Hugging her lover in a spooning embrace.

A short time later, Lirha's eyes fluttered open. They couldn't make much sense of anything both because of the dark room and also the strangely-pleasantly-drugged sensation she was now feeling, and it took her many moments to recall what had happened. The recent memories returned rather quickly, fortunately, and her first action was to mumble her lover's name. She wanted to feel safe and secure, and to know that the Bajoran had not abandoned her.

"...Gyce...?" she whispered barely audibly. Her body felt numb and she couldn't feel much.

"I'm here," Gyce half-mumbled, for she too was tired. Concerned for Lirha, so tired. "You need some water, Dear?" Gyce asked as she hugged Lirha even more to assure her she was OK.

Did she? Lirha wasn't sure what she needed at the moment, but it sounded like a good idea. She realized she had probably blacked out during the most intense of sexual moments with Gyce, which was never a great sign.

Nevertheless, she felt content. Despite the painkillers, she could still feel a warm throb pulsing through her body. There was also a slight ache between her legs which she knew would probably intensify by the morning. "Water...please," she replied, not having much strength to move from her current position.

"...What happened...?" she then tentatively asked in order to clarify, wondering how far and hard the red-head had made love to her. "Did I... pass out again?"

"You did," Gyce spoke a bit shamefully as she got up from the bed and palmed around until she found the admiral's head and poured some water from the faucet into a cup. "I don't mind the occasional rough housing, Dear. But tonight was different. Almost like you wanted punishment."

Lirha's eyes floated down towards the pillow and she thoughtfully pondered Gyce's concern. She wasn't sure why she had asked for it, but it was something she had wanted. It was hard to explain or even identify the motive.

"I did want it..." she whispered in return. "But I do not know why," she admitted.

Gyce returned shortly after and turned the light up to low as she settled back into bed. This time, putting a sheet over her nude form, as it felt a bit cool.

"I will only ever respect your wishes, Dear." Gyce kissed the back of Lirha's free hand, to bring that point home. "Orion or not, your body is your temple. To be worshiped as you desire... But I cannot worship you like that again. Because I don't want to cause permanent harm to you... Because I adore you soo much."

Lirha took the offered cup and drank gingerly from it, spilling some of it down her chin while her shaky hands attempted to hold it into place. She was a mess.

Now concerned about what Gyce was saying and not fully realizing the damage that her lover had done to her due to her sedation, Lirha swallowed a lump in her throat and asked a question that she did not really want to know the answer to.

"How...bad do I look?" She meant not only her body, of course, but also her groin. She vividly remembered Gyce's hand punishing her, and hoped it hadn't been to brutal. "I cannot feel much right now..."

"I'm not a medic... You've got some bruising down there," Gyce spoke with sympathy. "I gave you morep to kill most the pain. And I truly am sorry for causing this. If you want to see a doc, I'll take you."

Granted, that would expose their relationship, but Gyce was more concerned about her pseudo girlfriend than a silly secret.

Lirha weakly shook her head and gave Gyce a soft smile of reassurance which was accompanied by a gentle stoke of the back of her neck. Lirha's sharp fingernails gently grazed against her soft skin in an effort to comfort her.

"I do not need a medic...I only need you." Those words were spoken not only literally but metaphorically, for the only care she desired -- physically and mentally -- was from Gyce. If ever the Orion was falling in love, it was now, and she did not want to jeopardize that.

"Gyce, I..." she sighed and hoped Gyce would spoon her closely and affectionately again. "I...I love you. And you may do whatever you like to me whenever you wish. And if you accidentally hurt me with your love, just fix me afterwards," she smiled. "Do not be sorry. You said you want me. You can have me."

They slept together, by Gyce's count, a half dozen times. Gyce loved Lirha somewhere in that mess of lust. When? She did not know. But deep down, Gyce avoided the mention of the 'L' word so as not to scare Lirha. That could have easily put Gyce back in the friend zone.

Now that Lirha had said it, Gyce was void of words. This newfound information, however, did not stop her. Gyce gently leaned Lirha back down on the bed so Gyce could fill Lirha with not just any passionate kiss on the lips. But one filled with love...

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RADM Lirha Saalm
Mission Advisor
USS Galileo

Lieutenant JG Benice Gyce
Chief of Security/Tactical
USS Galileo

 

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