Watch Out Boy, She'll Chew You Up - Part Two: Escorting Home

Posted on 31 Jan 2016 @ 3:04am by Petty Officer 1st Class Rebecca Williams & Lieutenant Wilhelm Von Haeften
Edited on on 31 Jan 2016 @ 10:07pm

5,019 words; about a 25 minute read

Mission: Episode 10 - Symposium
Location: Jupiter Station - Warp Core Bar
Timeline: MD 82 - 2159 hours

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Disorientated as he moved away, Rebecca felt her body take a deep intake of breath after the lost of Wilhelm’s lips. In her dazed state, it took a few moments she to comprehend the words which he spoke.

Slowly the moment they had had begun to fade, reality settled in as she begun to realise that the people around them both talked in hushed tones, staring at the couple. Used to public displays of affection, well affection of sorts, Rebecca was used to the stares...she begun to realise that she wasn’t used to the emotions beginning to flood her mind.

Through her thoughts, Rebecca heard Wilhelm repeat her name gently as the hand that held her hip tightened it’s grip, acting as an anchor to reel her back in. She didn't need for him to repeat the question again, the look the woman saw in his eyes gave her every answer she wanted and needed. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him…what surprised her more was the sudden burst of fear that the comprehension brought with it.

Shaking her head, Rebecca’s hand moved down to cup the back of Wilhelm’s as she turned it so their fingers entwined. She kept her body close as she fought to bring her breathing to a normal level; fighting to regain some sort of control. “I don’t think you're ready for what that would bring…” In truth she knew that it was her not ready for what sharing a bed...any surface really, with this stranger would end up meaning. The woman wasn’t used to this lack of control and because of that she wasn’t sure that she even trusted herself right now.

Wilhelm’s breathing was synced with Rebecca’s, his breath coming out in long, warm breathes.

“I’m not...or you are not "Liebling*?” the German suggested, his eyes never once leaving Williams’.

“I’m no brute my dear. If you would rather just dance, I assure you nothing would give me more pleasure than to have your body synchronized with mine to the rhythm of a beat. I ask your forgiveness at my boldness, it’s just that...I like you. I’m intoxicated by you. Only a bloody fool would say that you are not desireable, and only a raving lunatic would turn down a dance with such a lovely, graceful form as yourself.” Wil said, trying to fight the reptilian part of his brain that told him to mate with her, angrily, repeatedly.

The word Liebling* resonated through Rebecca’s mind as she felt the sting from an unintentional slap. She was nobody's love...and that was intentional. Feelings and emotions just got in the way of what was pure and unadulterated fun, nothing more. Feelings and emotions just interfere and lead down a path of hurt. It was a path she’d never taken and had no intention on taking now.

Instead the yeoman took a step back, she broke their bodies contact but kept her hand on his. Rebecca’s eyes never left Wilhelms as she choose her next words very carefully, “I warned you already once before...You have no idea what it is you are letting yourself in for.” As she said the words, the woman traced the held hand down along her side, allowing his fingers to touch and explore her curves through the material before coming to rest just at the slit to her thigh. The raw heat of her flesh just a fingertip away. “It’s dangerous ground and once you tread...I can’t promise your safety.”

Wilhelm closed the distance rapidly and planted another kiss on the Yeoman’s lips. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hear what she had to say, quite the contrary, her voice was like music, a song that forever would stay in your head no matter how many songs you heard before or since. Rather, all he knew was that her lips upon his felt so good, so damned good that he never wanted them to part. She didn’t immediately push him away and slap him, so Wil took it as a good sign. He pushed his tongue in ever so gently, just enough to touch her own, but immediately drawing it back and returning to his usual lip caressing style. Wil wasn’t sure if it was his own ego or not, but he thought he sensed disappointment in the Yeoman’s body language. He broke the kiss again, placing his right hand onto her cheek.

“I can’t promise yours either. All I know is, I don’t want to be safe. And if this is what it means to be dangerous, I never want to feel safe again.”

The touch of his tongue had almost been her undoing as Rebecca literally went weak at the knees, had his mouth not been pressed against hers, an audible gasp would have been easily heard as he took it away again and teased her with just his lips.

In was the hand though that was her final undoing was the hammer that shattered the window into the world they'd been building, bringing the reality of both their worlds together. Still reeling from their kiss, the tender touch of Wilhelm’s hand against her cheek caused a flee reaction to trigger in Rebecca’s mind...it was almost becoming too much. The caring caresses, the gentle words...she didn’t want gentle and loving all she wanted was a fuck. Wasn’t it?

Shaking her head as the confusion and internal arguments caused a sudden feeling of being overwhelmed, Rebecca pulled her head back again from his hand as she tried to find a rung of the ladder to cling onto. “Don’t make me and what I offer into something more than it is Wilhelm. Don’t be worried...in my bed I will give you a night you will never forget, the ride of your life that will leave you wanting more and more but that is all it is...a fuck, a roll in the sack. You can’t romanticise that; romance isn’t what you get from me. You get a simple itch scratched as they say.”

Wilhelm was taken aback by the lady’s forthrightness. Sexual liberation for both men and women was not a new concept, but he was not used to hearing such frank discussion from a lady. He felt an honest connection to this woman; he liked her intensely, and not just in a roll in the hay kind of way. No, Wil liked her in the kind of way that would make him wake her up with breakfast in bed, and maybe a passionate kiss for good measure. But this lady, whom minutes before was his dancing partner, their bodies entwined as if made to measure for each other, was telling him that he was nothing more than a fling, an object, to be used and discarded when done being played with.

Wilhelm decided that he was not going to be someone’s plaything, no matter how beautiful the player.

“Maybe I do not want only that itch scratched my dear. Maybe I wanted that itch to turn into a rash, a rash to which the only cure is your touch, and I don’t mean in the heat of the night between sweat-soaked sheets, but every day, every night, with the warmth of your hand in my own. if that’s not what you’d like, then I must decline your offer, but believe me when I say that it is not tempting. I assure you this is no reflection on your charm or your beauty; I am a gentleman, and while I enjoy sex as much as the next man, I do not think I would like a simple “roll in the hay”.” Von Haeften stated.

Wil looked at the chrono. It was late, and getting later. “Forgive me if I seemed rude or boorish to you Rebecca. If you’d allow it, please permit me to escort you home.” the German scientist said, bowing slightly.

Rebecca wouldn’t admit it out loud but Wilhelm had given her the second slap of the night and this one hurt more than the other. Why was it so difficult for men to accept sex as being just that, sex. There was a reason she alway stayed away from the men with the shy smiles because of this...because of the complications they introduced in her life. Complications she was happier without.

What she hadn’t expected was the tears that formed in the back of her eyes, tears that caught her by surprise. It was easier when she was the one putting things so simply but when someone else repeated the way she saw life and men it felt almost dirty. What was wrong with wanting just sex over romance? Romance brought too many complications, the opening of your world to someone else...giving them the ability to manipulate your way of life to being something different and new. What was wrong with just wanting things to be as they always were?

Wilhelm could see the tears forming in the woman’s eyes, and ushered her away from the dance floor to a more secluded spot, grabbing his jacket as he passed the chair he had left it in.

She wasn’t sure if the tears were of anger or sadness but something pulled at the back of her mind to make her realise that perhaps it was the latter...no matter how hard she tried to persuade herself otherwise. She couldn’t help but damn the man who lead her away, before he ever appeared life had been so simple; sex, work, more sex, food and perhaps a little sleep. The only thing she prided more in life over sex was work. Life didn’t need these other feelings that had never had reason to exist before. For crying out loud, they'd only known eachother for mere minutes! Love at first sight was a fairytale, lust at first sight was reality.

“I’ve upset you.” Wil said, sadly. “Please forgive me, I meant no harm. Would you prefer to leave Lieb...miss?”

They had stopped with Rebecca’s back to the wall; Wilhelm’s body shielding her from prying eyes. Even after she’d ruining the moment and reduced herself to nothing more than a sex fiend in this man’s eyes; still he acted the gentleman, towards her, why? The woman just couldn’t understand. “Who are you?”

”Ich heisse** Wilhelm Von Haeften.” the German said ‘And I’m nobody special, just a man who enjoys your company and dancing with you, and believe me that I enjoyed the taste of your lips upon my own. But I am also a gentleman, and to be frank, I felt something between us; I would not have been so bold as to ask you to leave with me if I had not. Maybe we would have had long, angry, love-making long into the night until we both had to go to sickbay, but I would have definitely called you tomorrow to ask you to lunch.”

Wilhelm smiled at the lady, trying to use a bit of humor to cheer her up, as he gently placed his fingers to her cheek to dry a tear that had escaped her eyelid.

Surprising herself, Rebecca leaned her cheek in against Wilhelm’s fingertips in that short moment as she tried to regain some semblance of control. “I’m twenty nine years old...I’ve spent my life seducing men, and even women; happy to just have a warm body against mine. Officers, enlisted, superiors, peers...you name it I’ve slept with it. Feelings and emotions just don’t enter into the equation. The morning after just doesn’t happen and the other party has always been more than happy with that.”

“My dear lady, if that is how you wish to love then I will not judge you for it. Its just not how I choose to love. You know what would have happened with me Gummibaerchen***?” Wil said.

When he got a look from the lady, Wil stated “Not only would I have been disappointed in no morning after, I would have been distraught to know there’d be no week after, or month after, or year after. In short, I cannot bring myself to make love with involving my emotions. Frankly, it’s just better that way, for me anyway.”

And this is why she stayed away from the men with the shy smiles. Reality showed that what they wanted and what she wanted were always destined to collide and complicate her life in ways that she wasn't ready for. She should have kept her back to this man from the very beginning, instead she'd let him in and look at what was happening….His words shouldn't have mattered but somehow they did.

The CSO of the Galileo could see that the lady was still crying.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home. On my word as an officer and gentleman, I won’t try anything crude.” he said. Wil winced internally that he had mentioned that he was an officer. He wanted Rebecca to judge him based on his merits and not his rank. He didn’t even know if she was a civilian on the Starbase, or an officer, or an enlisted woman, and frankly the thought had not occurred to him. Right now, all he wanted to was to help this lady feel better.

Wilhelm offered his jacket to the lady in case she wanted to cover up a little. As he did so, a uniformed Marine walked by, stopping as he did so, plainly because he liked what he saw in Rebecca, and was making no secret about it.

Wilhelm could see the man was a Sergeant, and took offense to the boorish behavior.

“Hey Marine, can’t you see the lady doesn’t want your attentions right now? On your way Sergeant!” he said sternly.

The Marine recognized an officer’s tone when he heard one, and briefly came to attention before departing rapidly.

Pulling Wilhelm’s jacket tighter around her shoulders, Rebecca couldn't shake this sudden feeling of vulnerability as she looked away from the encounter between the men. How often was she used to the glances and leers of men at her body but in a matter of just one hour, in this single encounter it felt as if her life had been turned upside down and inside out.

She couldn't stop the small smile forming on her lips as the little piece of information about his life slipped out. The tears still threatened behind her eyes but the small encounter had given her time to recompose and regroup. How would he react if he knew her to be little more than a enlisted officer and a secretary to a ship Captain at that. How then would his feelings change?

She lived her life to suit her role, flittering through space; one new assignment after the rest. There was never time to make anything more than acquaintances before you would be moved again. Rebecca had learned to adapt and find her own means of fun and seduction had become part of that. “Wilhelm?”

“Yes?” the man beside her said, offering her his arm in the process.

Hesitating for a brief moment, Rebecca placed her hand in the crook of his arm before moving in just a little closer. “You didn't have to do that….You get used to the stares after awhile, especially when you dress in such a way as to entice the opposite sex.” Despite the jacket over her shoulders, nothing could hide the slit of the dress which revealed more than one could imagine.

Von Haeften thought briefly before answering. “Maybe, but there’s a difference in appreciating a lady’s looks and being predatory about it. That Marine had no right to oogle you while you were in your state. It was rude, especially in your emotional state.”

Her emotional state….Tears which came from nowhere and were complicated out of the norm. Whatever else she knew, Rebecca realised that after this she had a lot of meditation and soul searching to do.

Rebecca couldn't help but smile again at this as she naturally gravitated closer to the man at her side without realising. “I'm not usually like this...I typically am as hard as a rock. When you learn to rely on only yourself in the universe, it becomes easier over time to just stand alone.”

You weren’t the only one hard as a rock… Wil thought to himself, remembering the dance they shared. He remembered a little too fondly, and had to fake shaking out a leg cramp as he walked to...calm himself.

“It’s alright Rebecca, you don’t need to explain anything to me.” Wil said, smiling his shy smile.

As they neared the junction that branched right into the Starbase living quarters, and left towards the docking bays. Von Haeften instinctively went right, but felt Rebecca pull left.

The teutonic gentleman laughed at himself. “Sorry, I just presumed that you worked on the station.”

Rebecca’s thoughts were still on Wilhelm’s previous statement as she shook her head with a little smile. “I'm afraid not...I owe you an explanation because your a good person who didn't deserve to be served up what I said to you earlier. You deserve better than that Wilhelm...for that I am sorry.”

Moving forward, the yeoman bridged the gap between them both before leaning in to kiss the stranger’s lips. Unlike the heat of the kisses before, this was feather light; a whisper of hidden promises as Rebecca kept her lips softened and light before ending it as quickly as it had started.

Von Haeften smiled at the slightly younger woman.

“If that was my goodnight kiss, I’m afraid you are premature; I too work on the...one of the ships.

A twinkle alighted Rebecca’s eyes as a small smile curved across her lips. Instead of stepping forward, she took a step back; creating a distance between their bodies as her hands moved to cradle his jacket closer to her chest. “Have words not got us into enough trouble tonight? Better to end things on a lighter note rather than allow ourselves another loss of control.”

Wil laughed out loud. Apologizing for his act, the German explained.

“My dear, I have given my word that I would try no funny business, and I meant it. A gentleman should escort a lady home, all the way home. I can see that we are not there yet, so at least let me take you to the docking bay. I assure you, I may be a man, a man who finds you immensely charming and attractive, but I am not an animal...I can control my own hormones.” Wil spread his hands out in a gesture of innocence and smiled that shy smile at the lady.

Rebecca couldn’t help the responsive laugh as she studied Wilhelm. The flash of the shy smile, reminding her how from the beginning she knew how dangerous he'd been...reminding her how she'd ignored her own warnings to herself. Life was simpler when she didn't take risks.

The woman’s grey eyes looked more closely at his face. The yeoman took a moment to look deeper than the inquisitive and casual glances she had given before, for the first time seeing more than a first glance revealed. Wilhelm’s features suggested that perhaps he was younger than her thirty years but his persona and character suggested a maturity that might put him at an older age. “You’ll have to forgive if I don’t take you at your word, I don’t think either of us had control over our hormones back on the dance floor.”

“I won’t lie; I was a tad overcome by your beauty. But as I said, I have given my word, and I’ll die before I break it.” Wil said. He thought a moment longer before quipping “If it’ll give you peace of mind, i can fetch you a phaser. Plus, if I was REALLY such an animal, how could I have turned down your uh...offer?”

Rebecca tilted her head a little to the side as she watched Wilhelm more closely. The gentleman ways seemed ingrained in how he acted and presented himself...even if it meant forcing his desires to take a back seat. He was beginning to show more of himself than she'd had chance to see before...the fact that before they'd been more interested in the simple pleasures of primal instinct might have contributed to this.

Weighing up her options, Rebecca wondered which response was the right one to actually give. Her smile widened a little as the grey eyes brightened with a slight twinkle of humour, “You mean when I offered you a fuck? I think more than enough has happened between us than to need to use words best fitted into polite society.”

Rebecca moved no closer, nor she take any step back. Words Wilhelm had spoke earlier still vibrated through her mind. Making a decision there and then, it seemed natural to challenge him in a small way. “Earlier you were prepared to let consequences be damned. Whats holding you back this time Wilhelm?” The two syllables of his name rolled gently from her tongue; her voice dropping an octave as she watched him closely for a reaction.

Wil blushed at the Rebecca’s...colorful turn of phrase. He honestly searched his soul for an answer to that question. He hoped what he found was adequate.

“Before I thought that you felt the same thing I was feeling, attraction to be sure, but something deeper than that, something more than to hear each other’s name cried out into the night. Something...special. When you made it clear that you were only interested in uh...you know...I won’t say it was easy to resist, but that is not what I want Haesschen****. I was going to take you away from there, and I was going to make love to you with every fiber of my soul.”

His words surprised Rebecca, whatever she expected for an explanation this hadn't quite been it. Wilhelm seemed to have ideals surrounding romance and treatment of women. It suited him...the more she came to know if this man the more she was coming to understand. What the woman hadn't anticipated was the responsive burn in her body as just for the briefest of moments, she allowed herself to believe that maybe it would be possible.

“It's a romantic idea…an ideal in world where chivalry and romance often take a back seat to reality for good reasons. You could take my mind and body...you could spend hours, days and weeks exploring every mark and crevice; etching them into your mind as a map for your destination of wild unadulterated love making but then what? What happens after?”


“After? Why, I make you breakfast in bed, give you a kiss good morning, and then ask, with bated breath when I can see you again. And if you woke earlier than needed, maybe we would make love again...maybe we’d make out like two teenagers with a curfew...maybe we’d just hold each other. The possibilities of ‘after’ are as limitless as the stars.” Wilhelm said. He got his poetic side from his father as well, although his father’s poetry always made his mother roll her eyes.

“And what if you knew the answers to be no? Two people serving for an organisation that would rather see them separated and scattered across the universe then allow them to just be together. Would you take a chance to capture just one night before reality and life awoke you the next morning?” Rebecca felt the breath in her chest tighten as for once she just gave into chance and control. She wasn't sure what she wanted with Wilhelm but part of her cried out to let it happen; let herself throw caution to the wind...especially with this man.

“To know that I spent something special with you, and you with me, and to know that we both knew what it meant, and longed for it to be so again. I’ll gladly spend the rest of my life searching for you once again just to feel your hands entwined within my own.” the German said poetically, but meaning every word of it.

A sad smile settled across Rebecca lips as she shook her head. Her loosened hair moved across her face as she left it be, her own eyes never leaving him. “You barely even know me and when you came close you didn't like what you learned. Sex turns me on...it makes me feel empowered to be able to control a man, or sometimes even a woman. To watch as they fall even more in lust with me. It's like a puppeteer who controls the strings and plays to my commands. The rush of power is a drug to me...leaving me just wanting more and more.”

Wilhelm took the smallest of steps towards Rebecca, closing the distance by barely half an inch. Wilhelm wasn’t sure if it was just because he wanted to intoxicate himself with her smell or for more poetic reasons.

“That kind of intoxication can also come out of romance, and love, and courting. It can come from two people who feel a connection, who puppetmaster each other, tugging on each others heart strings as they dance, not to the beat of one master, but to the rhythm of their own desires, passions, and love. If you can look me in my eye and tell me that that kiss meant nothing more than an opportunity for control, I will bid you goodnight, but I’m willing to bet my last latinum slip that even if you can say it to my face, you’d never be able to convince me as my lips touch your own.”

As he closed the distance between their bodies, Rebecca’s fingers clutched the material of Wilhelm’s tighter as she heat flared in her body, begging her to take what he offered and throw caution to the wind. Her body ached to bridge that gap and beg him to take her here and now but her mind kept reminding her how different they both were. In her response, she neither confirmed nor denied the truth of what their kiss meant to her. “And what if I don't know how to live what you describe? What if our two worlds collide and the resulting damage causes hurt and harm instead of being the beginnings of something which may or may not blossom into something wonderful?”

“My father once said that you will never win big if you don’t bet big. I’m willing to take this chance. Take it with me.” Wil asked. “Allow me to show you how to live that way...let us teach each other.”

Rebecca felt as if someone had a hold of her lungs in a hard fist as she struggled to breath. Every fibre of her being screamed run, the woman this man wanted wasn't her and to lead him blindly wouldn't be fair on him. He was a nice sweet guy who deserved to find the woman he talked about and he was delusional to think that the woman was her.

But then...there was still a small voice reminding her of the effect he had on her. What was wrong with taking a chance...wasn't she tired of always being that woman, the reliable woman who was always ready for a meaningless fuck. She understood what Wilhelm proposed but at the same time she didn't...purely because she'd never been in that position before. Didn't she want the opportunity to be that special person for someone.

“One night….One singular night. After that...well after that we can figure if it would really work.”

Von Haeften smiled, not in a predatory manner, or even a lustful one, more like hopeful, hopeful that maybe he had awakened something in the younger woman.

“Come with me.” Wilhelm said, placing his hand outstretched to Rebecca.

Rebecca hesitated again as her sight turned to Wilhelm’s hand, doubts still lingering in the back of her mind. Was she really ready for this? Was she really ready to take that step out into the unknown. For a woman usually so full of confidence and certainty in herself, she felt adrift on a sea with no one to save her but this one man...all she had to do was trust him.

As the moments passed, Rebecca loosened the fingers of one hand from the material of Wilhelm’s jacket. She placed her limb in his, feeling her breath catch in her chest as the warmth of his flesh stirred her body once more. “One night….That is all I can promise right now.”

“Sometimes the greatest of love stories start with “just one night.” Wil said. With that, he gently guided Rebecca towards their now mutual destination.

To Be Continued...

* Lit: Little Love
** My name is...
***Gummybear
**** Lit: Little Bunny Rabbit

a JP by:

Lieutenant J.G. Wilhelm Von Haeften
Chief Science Officer
USS Galileo

&

Petty Officer 2nd Class Rebecca Williams
Yeoman to the Commanding Officer
USS Galileo

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