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[NCC-1701 DEN OF SIN] -- [Special Rules, Open All, OOC Character Moment!]

Rules: - simple and easy.

1) Unless you obviously already have an agreement or something going with another character, please ask before you post under their thread wanting to have sexy times. THIS INCLUDES PEOPLE FROM OUTSIDE THE RP AS WELL! If you aren't part of our group but want to have some fun sexy times with a character... well, shoot them a PM! Within the group, please do the same as a courtesy.
2) Don't be discouraged, upset, or anything similar if someone doesn't want to sex up with your character. Just reply to their PM with a 'no thanks' if you really don't want to for whatever reason. They could be too overwhelmed with other threads, or wanting to concentrate on one, or just don't have time to take more than one thread. Don't take it personally, please.
3) Post down below with your name AND your location in the subject of the thread if you want to be somewhere specific (like Jim will be specifically on the bridge) and change it for anyone who comes by. That way, its the absolute easiest way to find someone, track someone, gloss over someone, whatever.
4) If you're going to be doing something that COULD squick someone, please mark it with a warning in the subject of the comment. Just a courtesy thing!
5) Talk to someone before sliding into a multi-person scene. Don't just interrupt without making sure you're wanted.

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"Know?" Christine's brow furrowed in confusion. Know what? That he was out of the brig? "Well, no one sent me, if that's what you mean."

She smiled reassuringly.

"I think one of my spare uniforms might almost fit you," she offered gently.

It was probably best not to ask too many questions just yet.

"My, uh. Name," he stuttered. She was pretty when she smiled. "And that I'm--like this? But I suppose not."

"Clothes?"

Those would be good. It was chilly in here. Enough to drive him to goosebumps. All over.

He was very careful with the angle of his hand.

He sucked in a breath. "Yes. Clothes. Great. Please?"

He was too off-balance for much more than one word answers right then.

"Oh," she said softly. "Well, I only know because Captain Kirk told me."

He must be freezing. And he was clearly embarrassed about being caught like this. The green blush was almost endearing. Christine put an arm around his back - her back? It was still so confusing - to offer comfort as well as warmth.

"Come on," she said. "My quarters are just down the hall."

A hand! In new places.

He did not twitch. Not when she was gentle and warmer than the surrounding air. Not unpleasant, just unexpected.

"Thank you," he managed after a moment, not leaning in--it would just be awkward--but grateful for the reassurance.

Together, they miraculously made it down the hall and through the door to her quarters without being seen by anyone else.

Christine didn't understand it. Back on her own Enterprise, she had almost never found herself entertaining half-naked genderswitched Vulcaniods in her quarters. And yet here, it seemed to be happening on a more and more regular basis.

Well, everyone needed a hobby, she supposed.

"Here we go," she said, slipping away from Ayel and pulling a spare uniform from her closet. "It'll be a bit short, I'm afraid," she said apologetically as she held it out to him, tilting her head upwards to meet the Romulan's eyes.

As if it weren't short enough on her, without Ayel's extra inches.

"Well--" he shook it out, a little doubtfully. This lady was a bit--more--than Sharra, around the upper chest. And it would be very short. "Thank you."

It seemed to be all of a piece--none of the trick seams that would have gone with the kilt of a Rihan uniform of the same era--so Ayel pulled it on over his head.

And stopped when he heard fabric tearing.

Sharra was a bit modestly figured, but her shoulders were also broader than this garment allowed for, and that left him--her?--sort of spilling out the new neck he'd torn in it.

"I--" Ayel sat, legs just giving way, on the edge of the chair nearest him. "I ruined your dress," he said, now positive that he would never stop blushing. "Sorry."

"Oh, it's all right!" Christine rushed to Ayel's side, hands flying in an attempt to soothe her embarrassment. "It doesn't matter, really. It's just a dress."

She smiled, rubbing her hand reassuringly up and down the other woman's arm. "I'm sorry it didn't fit you. I suppose we should get you out of it again, though," she said. "That doesn't look very comfortable."

The skirt slid up nicely, but the dress didn't want to come up over his ribcage, trapped an arm against his waist.

"I! Uh, it isn't--help?" almost plaintively.

Flashing his palms was acceptable in this case. These were...extenuating circumstances.

"Of - of course!" She was already moving, bending down in front of Ayel, slipping her fingers under the fabric in an attempt to ease it off.

It took a few minutes, Christine's fingers sliding against warm skin as she patiently worked the tight fabric up the Romulan's body. But the dress finally gave, coming free with a sudden last tug that sent Christine stumbling backward a few steps with leftover momentum.

She was a sweet lady ~~with clever fingers~~ who had been nothing but kind to him.

Ayel reached, caught her arm as she stumbled and tried to help pull her upright again.

Which--sort of overbalanced him and pressed their fronts together awkwardly.

That feeling was new.

"Oh! Um. Thank you. For your help."

He didn't quite realize that he still had hold of her elbow.

"I wish I could have helped. I'm afraid we're just back where we started." She was blushing. Ayel was - very close. Christine was a tall woman, but at this angle she had to tilt her head back to meet the Romulan's eyes.

He hadn't let go. He must be waiting, to make sure she wasn't going to fall. She steadied herself, and smiled up at him. "Thank you."

She was flushed pink, deepening to red as she smiled. Oh. Maybe because he still had her arm?

It'd be a shame to let go now. But it would also be...very forward to hang on. He gently let go once he was sure she was alright. Which he established with close visual scrutiny.

Before he could think better of it, he leaned down and closed the last few inches between them, pressed his lips quick against her forehead.

"Welcome," he murmured, grinning into her hair.

"Oh!" She flushed deeper, her lips turning up slightly. "Well -" She stepped back, at a loss. "I'd offer you a robe or something, but - I'm afraid it's in the other universe." She offered an apologetic smile.

"Are you - hungry? Or thirsty?"

He sprawled in the chair and considered.

It was--difficult to tell. Different. Not as sharp, sort of all over and.

Oh. She meant literally. Of course.

His turn to blush. Again.

"Um," he said after a moment. His powers of persuasion were in fine working order, today. "I think--do you have ice water?"

Maybe if he dumped it in his lap.

"Of course!" She turned to the replicator, punching in the order for two glasses of ice water.

It was strange, though. Shouldn't he be cold, dressed this way? Or not dressed, to be more accurate.

Maybe he just didn't want to take the chance of spilling hot tea.

"Here you are," she said, smiling and setting his glass on the table before sitting in the other chair. She tried not to look. She didn't want to embarrass him further.

He stretched over to take it, grateful for something to do. And the cold against his palm did help, if not nearly enough--his fingers brushed hers by accident.

Their knees were almost touching.

And then it dawned on him. He sipped, shivered and set it down, and then leaned forward slightly.

"I never caught your name."

It just didn't have the same ring to it, in Standard.

She froze, and watched him take a drink as if nothing had happened.

Vulcans didn't let fingers touch. Not by accident.

Maybe Romulans did.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, and smiled. "I suppose I was distracted. Please, call me Christine."

"Christine," he repeated softly. Didn't quite lick his lips, grinned instead. "That's a pretty name."

It was a little cold in here. But that wasn't exactly hurting his chances. Or his looks.

"Distracted?" A casual echo as he sat forward."You don't run into Romulans often?" He lifted both eyebrows--couldn't figure out how Spock managed to tilt one at a time. "I'm joking."

He said her name like he was tasting it. She glanced down at her hands. Oh, that wouldn't do. She looked up again.

He was asking something.

"Not on purpose, no," she tried to joke back. "I mean, not that I was trying to -" She stopped, before she could dig herself any deeper.

"Are you sure you're all right? You could - wrap up in a blanket or something. If - if you're uncomfortable."

He didn't look uncomfortable at all.

She looked down at her hands, then up, and carefully watched only his face.

"Oh?" He had a feeling she'd been about to say something very interesting and switched it for the blankets. "Well."

As she said it, though, it occurred to him that blankets worked best when they were shared.

And it was cool in here. It would be too put on if he shivered. So he didn't. But he did cross his arms, grip his own shoulders. It wasn't obscene to react to the ambient temperature.

"Maybe I'd better."

Christine pushed her chair back and stood, moving a little too fast across to the bed. She'd nearly reached it when she snagged her foot on the carpet - and now she was tripping over the carpet? - twisting her ankle sharply.

"Oh!" she cried out, barely biting back a curse as she stumbled forward, pressing her hands to her other thigh for support. She bent her head, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip against the pain.

She was clearly hurt. He was out of the chair like a shot--nevermind if it fell, he would feel horrible if she did--with an arm under hers before he really thought about it.

Maybe she wouldn't want his help? She could hit him for it later.

"Here," he said, "is it bad? Can you stand?"

They'd sort out the blankets when she was safely resting.

He glared at the carpet. If he could have, he'd have burned a hole in it with his eyes.

"I'm fine," she said automatically. She straightened up, carefully testing to see if she could put any weight on it at all.

The pain shot up her leg again, and she gasped, leaning instinctively against his arm for support.

"Or maybe not so fine," she admitted, with an abashed smile. "I'd better sit down."

He nodded, draped her half-over him so she could sit on the bed. It was closest and a little higher than the chairs--they should elevate it. He remembered that much.

"Better?"

He just--what else? Aside from asking her replicator for tape or for painkiller. How were theirs coded? Could they even do that in this time? This was not how it was supposed to go!

"I, uh--" haven't the least idea what I'm doing, didn't mean to hurt you, could this day get any worse. "Do you, ah--"

He was babbling.

"It'll be all right," she said, in her best soothing bedside manner voice. "Thank you." She scooted back on the bed to get her legs up. Not very dignified, but then, neither was tripping over nothing.

"It's only twisted," she continued, bending her knee carefully to examine the ankle. "We just need ice, to keep the swelling down, and then heat. There are towels in the bathroom -" she pointed, and then caught herself. Giving orders, like he was one of the nurses working under her in Sickbay.

"Please," she added, smiling.

Edited 2010-02-20 04:43 (UTC)

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