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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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"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)

"Oh! Yes. Good."

It was just as well--this wasn't his ship. He didn't know which of these white panels opened into rooms or storage or, well, the front door was directly behind them, but that was the only one he'd have known for certain without it being pointed out.

He was out of his element, here, but at least recognized being told what to do, reacting before he even thought of it until she asked.

"Welcome." They acknowledged courtesy by greeting each other. Humans were odd like that.

Ayel found the towels without having to prod through her belongings, and brought them out.

They already had ice. Ice water was useful for that. Spared him having to figure out the system. He gathered the ice without incident and smoothed down that evil hitch in the carpet as he moved to the bed with the ice.

Her ankle was narrow, ~~beautiful~~ tapered, reddened where it had slipped off-kilter.

He wrapped it gently. Pressure might make it worse. "Like this?"

"Exactly like that," she assured, him, smiling. "Thank you." She leaned forward slightly, nearer to where he sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and shifted her own hands to cover his, adjusting the towel and increasing the pressure slightly.

And then remembered. She nearly yanked her hands away.

But...he'd brushed her fingers earlier. Maybe...

"You've been very kind," she murmured, and slipped her fingers over his, pressing gently down. She watched his face, carefully, waiting for his reaction.

She could always pretend she didn't know any better.

Edited 2010-02-20 05:15 (UTC)

Warmth spread over his hands, tingled up his arms from where they touched.

An accident? She blinked and nearly flinched away.

"Welcome," softly. There had to be a more adequate word. And she hadn't meant to--

Oh. It was a good kiss, firm and gentle.

"I've been a mess," he said, lips curving ruefully. "But you're lovely. For saying so."

He just managed to add that on. She might only be returning courtesy.

Except--she hadn't been upset, before, and then she'd held his hand again after letting go.

He curled his fingers through hers. Kissing back.

She smiled gently. "I'm the one who's been falling all over the place," she pointed out. "Maybe I should stay put for a while. So you don't have to catch me again." He hadn't moved his hands. Or gone green again and protested. Perhaps it wasn't the same for Romulans.

He shifted his fingers just slightly, threading them through hers.

Oh. Maybe it was.

She glanced down, trying to control the blush. Her ankle was starting to feel numb.

"I think that's enough of the ice," she murmured.

"Well, you should definitely rest that ankle," he said.

And--there was something charming about the way she kept going all pink like that, even if it was from discomfort.

He remembered cold only too well. And she'd offered him a blanket, too; humans didn't seem to like the cold either. Even if it was good for swelling.

"Let me." He unwound the ice and just managed to scoot the towel to the bedside platform--thank goodness she had one.

He gave her hand a slight squeeze before letting go. Didn't want to be too pushy, but he wanted to be sure.

Ayel very carefully wrapped a palm against her ankle.

Christine shivered as he pulled the towel away, the air hitting dampness somehow cooler than the ice had been. And then his hand was back, Romulan heat seeping into her skin, soothing and loosening the muscles. His fingers were long and elegant, thumb and middle finger nearly touching where they encircled her ankle.

She didn't miss the way he squeezed her hand. This was definitely deliberate. The knowledge, more than the touch, made her heart skip a beat in excitement.

"That feels nice," she said, as she looked up to his face, examining the elegant sweep of his eyebrows. She darted her tongue out to moisten suddenly dry lips.

"Oh, good." Ayel nodded. "Tell me if that changes."

But he didn't move at all for a moment, attention caught and held by the swift red flicker of her tongue across her lips. They looked so soft.

He blinked. And blinked again. And grinned.

Gently, he drew his thumb backward and up, behind her ankle, to smooth out some of the pressure and warm the skin.

That grin could have been predatory, under different circumstances. Frightening. As it was...Christine smiled back, sliding her hand up to settle over his again.

"I think," she said carefully, "I owe you a thank-you. For all your help."

She leaned forward, just a little, tilting her chin up slightly in invitation.

Owe him? She didn't look upset about it. No, to the contrary, she was still that pretty shade of pink and they were holding hands, and she was leaning toward him.

"Christine," he hummed, sitting forward, "you don't have to."

He leaned down, hands gliding close under hers, and brushed their lips together.

It was different, smooth-cool and soft and all female. She didn't pull away.

His next words ghosted away from him, traced hot shadows against her face. "But I would like it."

He was so close she could feel his breath as he spoke, warm air drifting across her cheek. She swallowed reflexively.

"So would I."

They couldn't get very close, not with her knee up between them, his hands anchoring her leg. But he was close enough for this. She raised her hand to his cheek, stroking her thumb against the skin, tracing the dark line of his tattoo.

The kiss was more certain this time, Christine pressing her lips gently but firmly against the heat of his mouth.

She was sleek and soft, cool against him and so gentle that the touch was no disrespect to his ghosts. They'd have liked her. A wistful, inane thought that Christine banished with the firm close pressure of a sure kiss.

He leaned his head slightly--the angle was narrower than he was used to, how new--and parted his lips just a little to catch at hers, seeking permission but not insisting. It would be a bit awkward, but they could be closer if she wished it.

That would feel nice. She was lovely.

He sucked gently on her lower lip, almost questioning, and she opened her mouth slightly, to catch her breath and to return the gesture. Her hand moved along his cheek and then down to his jaw and back; he had cheekbones to die for, like this, and she wondered briefly if that was the case no matter what form his body took.

Her fingers found soft hair just behind his ear, and she combed gently through it, nails scratching and circling in patterns on his scalp, the gesture meant to be both soothing and stimulating.

The gentle play of fingers, the pull of her lips on his, sent a shiver trailing down his spine. It dawned on him that it had been a very long time since he had kissed a woman, and that yes, it was different, gentler somehow--and that it was good. Different, but the same, and she threaded a hand in his hair that he rubbed back against before he could help it, feeling comforted and--it hummed all through his skin, lazy easy desire that wasn't focused down, that mostly just wanted to touch back. How interesting.

His outer hand slipped from her ankle and smoothed upward, tracing the curving swell of her calf and squeezing carefully, fingers curling along the back of her knee. Ankle tendons ran all the way up the leg. This would help soothe the hurt.

She was cool and satiny under his hand.

She hummed against his mouth at the contact, her own fingers twisting in his hair in response.

It wasn't enough, somehow, to show her appreciation, and she reluctantly broke the kiss, a quick last press of her lips against his before she pulled back.

"That feels wonderful," she murmured, tilting her head downward to press her forehead against his. "Like a hot stone massage."

She pulled back, eyes widening as it occurred to her. "You must be freezing."

That sound. Fingers in his hair, he'd missed that, light scratching pressure that tingled outward from his scalp.

Other men (women? Other people) would certainly have taken unseemly advantage of that remark. He was only going to press it a little. There was no apprehension in the contact, nothing tense about the way they were already touching.

He didn't quite have to feign a shiver as she pulled away. The goosebumps were also real. He rubbed a hand up his own arm, slowly, fingers catching more firmly than they needed to, testing the feel of smooth flesh.

"It is cool in here," he admitted. Trying not to purr.

"I'm so sorry," she said, shaking her head. "I was going to get you a blanket, before." She glanced down at her ankle in regret - but not too much regret.

His hands had felt so nice.

"Here," she said, and shifted down the bed, stretched to catch the blanket folded up at the end.

She had to sit right up against him in order to get it, and lean close, brushing against his back as she reached around him.

In retrospect, it would have been easier to stay put, to direct him to fetch the blanket himself. But somehow, she couldn't bring herself to regret that either.

She pulled back and shook out the folds, drawing it around his shoulders.

"Is that better?"

She didn't let go of the blanket.

Soft cloth furled smooth across his back ~~where she had been just a moment ago, pliant and cool~~ as she tucked it over his shoulders.

She wasn't letting go.

"Warmer already." He tugged just a little, slid one arm from underneath and carefully spread it across her upper back. "You can feel the difference."

He might get slapped. It might be worth it.

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