Compliance [18+]

Posted on 03 Nov 2024 @ 12:07am by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor
Edited on on 10 Nov 2024 @ 2:22pm

4,182 words; about a 21 minute read

Mission: Episode 20 - Reconstruction
Location: USS Galileo-A - Deck 4, Main Shuttlebay
Timeline: MD 05, 2300 hrs

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All was quiet inside Galileo-A's main shuttlebay. No unauthorized personnel lingered about, the glossy tarmac was immaculately clean, and most importantly, it was silent. Only the barely-noticeable vibrations from the ship's warp core provided any visceral feedback within the otherwise sterile location...just as Lamar Darius liked it. The red-collared conn officer slowly walked around the single Type 6 shuttle Virginia with a diagnostic PADD in one hand and a bottle of water in the other which he casually sipped while he performed a visual inspection of the support craft's exterior. He wouldn't be alone for long, though. Not if his prior arrangements came to fruition.

At exactly 2300 the shuttle bay doors opened and measured steps of Sera's footfalls began to echo through the cavernous space. She purposefully strode over the Virginia, where Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius stood, drinking from a water container as he studied the shuttlecraft. "Greetings, Chief Darius." Sera began in a diplomatic, professional fashion.

The chief engineer's soft footsteps contrasted against the much louder mechanical hiss and groan of the hangar's reinforced double-door entrance opening then closing. He didn't turn his head for several moments until he could somehow sense her moving into close proximity to him. A pivot on his right foot put him face to face with Sera once more and his heart almost skipped a beat when he observed her slim yet athletic form and pulchritudinous facial features. "Ensign M'Lyr'Zor," he formally acknowledged, holstering his bottle into its waist holder. "You're...exactly on time," he then commented after checking the chronometer on his PADD.

"You did say 2300. My time management skills are adequate." She shifted slightly, taking her hand and reaching up to hold the shoulder strap of her utility satchel that held all of her tools. "How exactly do you wish to assist me? Or do you simply want to observe?"

Time management and Vulcans. A match made in heaven, he silently mused. "I don't want to interrupt the master. You're an engineer on a mission so show me what you want to do and I'll help you with anything that needs another pair of hands."

Sera's brow flicked slightly at his comment regarding interruptions. His behavior certainly had not matched his current words. Humans...

"The warp casing is currently in materials, so I will continue with the coil inspection..." Sera put her satchel 'overflowing' onto the ground next to her and pulled out the engineering tricorder she had attached at her belt. There were many such tricorders aboard Galileo, but this one was hers, specifically programmed with her preferences and algorithms. Once it was opened and running the specific program she laid it atop the section of the casing still in place and crouched down into her satchel to pull out a coil spanner and began making minute adjustments.

"It speaks to the overall stability of the design that this shuttle was still capable of maintaining a stable warp bubble...." She made a small sub-vocal oscillation upon some of the more concerning readings on her tricorder and she looked over her shoulder to Lamar. "It is fortunate that I did not waver in my stance to have these logs brought back into compliance. The likelihood of loss of warp bubble given the current state of this nacelle is..." She paused a moment, considering her next words, "significant."

Lamar watched her perform her inspection with her array of unique engineering tools. Many of them appeared specialized and he could identify several of the readings on her tricorder while he sneakily peered over her shoulder. But then a light scoff sounded in the back of his throat following her 'diagnosis'. "It's a Type 6," he matter-of-factly stated. "They've been in service for over 50 years. This gal's not gonna break herself anytime soon. I fix what I can with the tools I have and she hasn't failed us yet." He took pride in his handling and attentiveness to each of Galileo's support craft and the perceived notion that he'd been neglecting Virginia made him defensive.

"Lamar, you become rather defensive at my observation. I am simply stating statistical likelihood of a catastrophic loss of a stable warp field given these preventable deficiencies. Your ire has been noted; however I find the thought of your death distressing."

He rolled his eyes at her Vulcan oblivity. "Yeah, blowing myself up in a shuttle isn't my ideal way to go out either, but - wait..." he paused then interpreted her words more carefully in review. "You'd be upset if I died?" Was this her way of openly telling him she had feelings for him, like he'd done to her just days ago?

"That is an analogous comparison, yes." Sera responded readily.

That small morsel of information opened a blockade within his mind. His recent squabble with her and their differences of opinion started to seem more trivial than significant. "I don't want you to die either." He'd managed to blurt out a rather stupid response but at least it was honest.

Sera stopped her inspection and turned around to face him, her eyes finding his with a rather intense, unblinking stare. "Your concern is noted, Lamar." She was close enough to him that it was no great difficulty to reach out and stroke the index and middle finger of his hand with her own. He was not the only one who could risk physical touch in a public space.

An unscheduled inhale and fleet of his heart ensued when their skin connected ever so lightly yet with affection. "I...um," he wanted to say something prophetic about the juventity of his recent dispute with her and how he wouldn't allow such a thing to happen again, but he couldn't do much more than look into her appealing blue eyes.

Her expression shifted and she tilted her head as Lamar's thoughts transmitted rather clearly through the impromptu touch. "It is also agreeable that you have...come to your senses." The temptation was definitely there to do more than gently stroke his fingertips, but Sera was able to restrain her more instinctive urges. After all, there was engineering work to be done. "Would you care to assist me in removing the casing on the other nacelle?"

The telepathic connection through Sera's fingertips worked both ways and for a small period, he could feel her desire to reconcile their differences just as prominently as he. "I'm not the only one," he replied before tearing his eyes away from her and back to the shuttle. "That's why I'm here. So you don't hurt yourself again."

Sera's eyes widened as she realized what he was saying. "Are you attempting to protect me, Lamar? Although I appreciate your...attentiveness, you cannot guarantee my safety, just I cannot ensure without any doubt that you will come to no harm. That is the nature of the career we both have chosen."

He settled his hands on his hips with his elbows bent while turning to face her with a perplexed look in his dark brown irises. "Yeah I'm protecting you. Someone needs to do it before you hurt yourself again, evidently." Lamar smirked then glanced away for a short moment. "I can't be with you everywhere all the time but when you're around me? I'll pull security for you. I'm trained in that, remember?"

"Someone needs to do it? It was a minor hand injury." Sera stilled. A Vulcan could become quite possessive and protective of one they considered 'theirs.' She still had not had the opportunity to perform further research regarding human mating practices, but his words to her certainly sounded like he had chosen to act as a protector to her. That was rather significant in her culture. "Do human males demonstrate such a compulsion toward their partners?"

Lamar ignored the second portion of her query for it wasn't quite as relevant as the first. "You broke your hand when you were alone and unsupervised. Might seem minor to you but you're lucky I came in," he scolded. It could have been a much worse injury. "What if you slipped and fell then got trapped beneath a pile of duranium-tritanium composite? You'd have been crushed and by the time one of us found you, probably dead." The thought of discovering her limp and deceased body in the shuttlebay made him nauseous.

"Lamar...I am well. Such a scenario did not occur. I have the strength to hold the casing independently...I was simply...distracted." She stepped forward and placed her hand on his chest over his heart. It was such a comfort to feel the slow metronome of his pump's functioning. "The scenario you offered up as tale of caution has not come to pass. Peace, ashal-veh, I am well. I promise I will be mindful of such things in the future so as to help alleviate any potential distress on your part."

Her palm on his chest helped alleviate a great deal of stress he was feeling. Her statements and soothing voice reverberated in his thoughts to contribute, but not eliminate, all of his trepidation. "A promise is a promise. Don't make me have to visit your parents and brothers on Vulcan carrying your casket..."

"A promise?" Sera tilted her head to the side in like a German Shepard that had heard the most interesting crunching sound of a juicy bone. "What promise do you speak of?" His 'threat' regarding visiting Lyr'Taya was somewhat alarming. That would be the last thing should would have wanted for him to go there. Reluctantly she withdrew her hand. They were on a timeline and the other shuttle nacelle had to be inspected not to mention the inner systems of the shuttle.

"The one you just said...to be more mindful." He felt alone again when her touch removed itself from his physical form. "Where I come from, in Philly, word is bond."

"Ah. Yes. I did promise..." Why exactly would she do such a thing--and so casually--so as to not immediately recognize what he was responding too? Her willingness accede to his concerns happened rather seamlessly. "It would be fascinating to see where you 'come from.'" Sera added, changing the subject so as to not further consider what all of this could mean. As it was, withdrawing her hand from Lamar brought upon a most unsatisfactory feeling of imbalance. She crouched down and gathered her satchel and purposefully put further distance between the two of them as she walked around the Virginia. She frowned and covered the right side of her chest with her free hand as a gripping sensation took hold over the location of her heart. Slor Surak! Most uncomfortable.

Moving attentively behind her, Lamar followed then noticed an unorthodox behavior from the engineer which he couldn't identify. One of her hands pressed against her chest in a strange manner prompting him to walk close and check on her faculties. "Sera, what's going on?"

Sera sighed. Why did he have to ask so many questions? She stopped at the appropriate spot and turned slightly so she could see him out of her periphery. "I informed you that Vulcans do not engage in 'casual' relationships. There is usually no need for such explorations. I am experiencing some...mild effects. It will pass." I hope...

What? Mild effects? "Don't shut me out, Sera." He stepped closer then put a hand on the back of her shoulder. "What will pass? What's happening to you?"

His touch was agreeable, although the layers of clothing that separated their skin was not. "This is not my intention. I do not have the words...an imbalance, perhaps. It is distracting, nothing more." The urge to turn and face him fully again was quite a temptation, but Sera resisted it. Humans were fickle and further entanglement was ill-advised. "Are you...well?"

Her expert parlay and practiced Vulcan concealment aggravated him. This wasn't a time for 'obscurities' or whatever it was she was trying to relay to more primal Human brain. His hands took hold of each of her shoulders then he spun her around to face him. "...Stop asking me questions. Look at me," he pointed to his own brown eyes with two splayed fingers. "Tell me what you see." His hands lowered across her ribcage then settled atop her hip bones.

It was rather coincidental that she found herself in the very position she silently had desired. His continued touch, now far more intensely physical was becoming increasingly distracting. That was, however until he spoke to her in what she determined was an emphatic tone. Well, if his verbal command did not achieve obedience, Lamar's rather imperative grip did. Sera forced her gaze to his although she would have far preferred not talking about this at all. "I see you, Lamar. I am simply quite uncertain what to do with you."

His grip rotated her hips and urged her to turn around. "I know what I want to do with you," he whispered in the side of her pointed ear before kissing its tip. His pair of strong hands reached forward to her waist and unclasped her belt buckle then unbuttoned her black Starfleet-issue trousers. His fingers moved inside her waistline and a firm subsequent tug pulled both her pants and undergarments down to her calves, exposing her pale bronze-skinned bottom to the cooler air within the shuttlebay.

And...just like that she now facing away from him again. Sera opened her mouth the voice disagreement with this, but his hands around her waist unbuckling her pants and then tugging everything down caused her to reconsider. Oh. He wanted to do that. She found herself to be immediately amenable to such an interaction, in fact it was suddenly all she wanted. "...Lamar...we are in the shuttlebay..."

Large and dark-skinned fingers rubbed in between her legs then up to her tight secondary opening. "Yeah...we are..." he whispered back to her with excitement at the provocative nature of their pending intercourse. He removed a hand from her hip and used it to unbuckle his own belt and drop his pants, revealing an aching member destined to join her. "You told me you want to explore humanity more...right?"

She felt it through his touch and simultaneously in his words...he was excited. It served as a catalyst for a most curious change, and she was almost completely overcome by an intensely sudden arousal. This was well outside of her scope of familiarity. Sera couldn't help but squirm under Lamar's firm grip on her hip and the rather adamantly primal urges that demanded she fix what was currently 'broken.'

"Aaah...Yes. I recall..." Her response was a needy purr upon hearing the sounds of clothing being undone behind her. Yes. This was what she needed. It was too late to consider anything else. That was a problem for a future Sera.

His feet shuffled into position behind her while he clasped his shaft in his hand to guide it until it firmly pressed against her closed and muscled aperture. His large head pushed against it in a teasing manner then withdrew. He dropped a large dose of saliva into his hand and slicked the two of them before initiating a subsequent press which began to gain traction. "...Relax..." he commandingly whispered, rubbing her back with his free hand.

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"What are you--aaah...." A pinch of pain and in a most unusual place caused her to lose track of her inquiry. His command also stayed her protest. What he was engaging in was utterly taboo to her kind. Such things were not done, well, were no longer done...but Sera had read a number of old texts in the clan library and needless to say, pre-Surakian vulcans were far more creative than their current 'Logical' counterparts. The El-Keshtanktil would take her away for this aberrancy if this was ever discovered. What a curious rush that was. She leaned into her hands that had found purchase a top the shuttle's low nacelle and slowly pushed herself backwards onto him.

Centimeter by centimeter, he spread her opening and penetrated until his tip broke through and popped inside of her. He looked down at her now-open sphincter which contained him then slowly walked forward until the base of his groin pressed against her aft cheeks. She felt...tight. Anxious. He released his hands from her waist then leaned forward over her back and ran them up across the front side of her uniformed chest and small breasts.

Sera bowed her head, screwing her eyes shut at his relentless invasion. Her attempts at distancing herself from this utterly decadent act was not very successful as his hands moved over her breasts, stimulating already erect nipples in a most distracting manner. She made a small sound of pleasure-pain as she tried to obey his directive and 'relax.'

He began to thrust, one pulse followed by another - one act of uncontrolled intimacy within the depths of Galileo's shuttlebay for any uninvited wanderer to observe. The thrill consumed him while his hips flexed against her with increasingly-rapid motions. Each thrust filled her forbidden cavity and threatened to invade her bowels before pulling back and hammering again.

She felt so intensely full, pulled tight with each withdrawal, and a consuming friction with each thrust into her. Lamar set such a forceful tempo that she was forced to modify her pace of breathing to keep from crying out with every drive forward. There was a thrilling sense of uncertainty in breaking so many social mores.

Both of his hands now gripped the back of her shoulders and he closed his eyes and dipped his chin. His groin slapped against her supple cheeks with furiosity while his hold remained forceful and tightened across her trapezoids to pull her into him. One of his thrusts inadvertently broke through her barrier then returned back to its normal place inside her body. "...Sera..." he panted, his face glistening with sweat. He pushed harder and harder while feeling his fast-building climax about to culminate.

It seemed fitting that her standardized name was what came so readily to his lips. S'Ers-a, highborn daughter of Clan Lyr'Zor would never behave in such a manner. Sera on the other hand? She felt his impending orgasm roll through her with an unrelenting pressure as great as she felt with his every thrust. "You are close...I...I can feel it." She verbalized in a tight voice as she strained to not grit her teeth as she endured the alien intensity that was a human male's orgasm.

He exclaimed a loud grunt quickly followed by a second then third one. Her prophecy was accurate and his member soon began to twitch and spill its spoils into a non-child-creation location. Lamar's teeth ground while his eyes fully squinted closed and his short fingernails dug into his partner's collarbone with bruising veracity. He climaxed which forced an audible cry from him and a stream of his essence coupled with a bend of his torso to set his chest atop her back.

It was unfortunate that she could not see him orgasm. Lamar made such interesting facial expressions during the process. Instead she found herself sandwiched between his chest and the nacelle as she felt his lok twitch and shift as he spilled his seed within her. This was not performing the agreed upon inspection...did it really matter in the moment? Current Sera was getting really impertinent.

Post-coital pants released from his lips while his chest heaved from his expenditure. Almost two days devoid of his usual routine with her produced a larger than normal amount of creamy white fluids which slowly trailed out of her backside when he pulled his half-flacid member from her. Endorphins flooded his brain and reduced his speech to simple passion. "...I love you," he said into one of her pointed ears which his lips soon found and kissed.

Love. An intense feeling of deep affection. Such a sentiment was illogical, forbidden even. It was not the first time he had made such a declaration. They did not know much of anything about each other, really - and had rather botched the normal timeline of a events that occurred during such a courtship. It would be logical to point that out. Sera remained silent as she reached down to her undergarments and pants and pulled them back up to her hips and then turned to face him again. The residual slickness was...ah...distracting.

"A...different experience. Apparently I have much to learn regarding human sexual proclivities."

Lamar watched her re-dress then decided to do the same. He, too, felt sticky and strange when he returned his pants to his waist and tucked himself in. Love. Whenever, wherever. "Did you...like it? Is that something Vulcans do?" he proceeded to ask with honest and ignorant curiosity. "It didn't hurt, did it?" The thought of causing her more pain would shatter his morale.

"It was...different, and no - if Vulcans engage in such behavior they do not speak of it. It is taboo." He asked if his ministrations hurt her...could he not feel what she had experienced? Was this connection one way? The very thought gave Sera pause. "It was uncomfortable at first, but not distressingly so. Do humans engage in this form of intercourse often?" She hoped not, but if the answer was affirmative...well, she had offered herself up to him.

He adjusted his pants in his groin area to allow his phallus to stop poking into the front of the fabric while it finally softened to completion and his blood flow returned to normalcy. "No, not often," he answered. "It's...complicated. I guess it depends on the couple. Their preference for sexual exploration. Which, let me tell you," he lightly chuckled, "is wildly different depending on individuals and regions." He thought about her question even more in depth and her mention of taboo proclivities. "You've said before that some of what we're doing together is against your culture. Are you...I mean," How could he phrase this; "Are you one of those 'Vulcans Without Logic'?" He suddenly held his hands up in a peaceful gesture. "I won't tell anyone if you are."

She raised a brow, inwardly startled by his question. How did he know such a phrase, and why would he ask...after she had just been thinking...

"I am Lyr'Zor, Lamar. Therefore considered inherently suspect by most secular Vulcans. However, it would not be wise to admit such a thing. My people take their adherence to Surak's dogma quite seriously." A deflection? Possibly. "Do you...feel better, now?"

Cautiously approaching to within her very personal space, he leaned in to kiss her soft lips with affection. "You're 'Sera' to me. And 'Lyr'Zor'. Always will be. I just want to know who you are...without the labels." He imparted another kiss which he hoped would alleviate some of the gravitas of his questioning. Sooner or later they'd needed to have this conversation.

"I do not know what I am. A source of ongoing disappointment, surely." Her eyes went distant, even as he leaned in to kiss her mouth again. "I have not given it much consideration, Lamar. I am a Starfleet officer and an engineer...much beyond is nebulous, I suppose. You have not answered my question."

A pause of silence happened. He looked into her unorthodox blue eyes then glanced away down to the nearby tarmac of the shuttlebay. "What question?" he tried to remember. Had he been so consumed with his own pleasure and activities that he'd forgotten her prerogatives?

Sera made a soft exhale through her nose at his distraction. In a way, his lapse in answering was an answer in itself. "I have just been asking after your physical and mental well-being. Shall we return to the inspection, then?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He was beginning to sense that he'd engaged in too much dialogue with a Vulcan, specifically Sera. As anomalous as she might present herself within her own species' culture, she was still foreign to him and they were in a period of exploration and discovery. "I've been distracted lately. Let's finish this inspection so we can get back to our duties. Then back to our quarters...together."

Distracted? Why? With what, exactly? Oh, sure, there was one way she could find out the answers to her inquiries, but given the strange interplay between them since the 'aftermath' of the systems' test...perhaps it would be best to just...be patient. "Your proposal is acceptable."

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ENS S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor
Chief Engineer
USS Galileo-A

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CWO3 Lamar Darius
Conn Officer
USS Galileo-A
[PNPC Tarin]

 

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