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Turning Blue Red

Posted on Fri Jan 20, 2023 @ 9:11am by Larantia & Lieutenant JG Seela sh'Tharlen

Mission: Second Chances
Location: Tavern, Lyshan Colony
Timeline: Mission Day 1 at 0000

Larantia was, unsurprisingly, the first to arrive. She'd gone for a white tube top that almost glowed against her lightly tanned complexion, shorts that let her long, shapely legs show and a pair of black heels. She settled at the bar counter, smiling back at anyone who stared. She didn't mind the attention - people gave it to her all the time back home after all...

Seela entered Tavern. She wore a simple black dress and matching ankle boots. The dress had a v neckline that showed just the top of her cleavage. The length of the dress also showed off her long muscular legs.

Walking up the Larantia, she gave her a twirl of her outfit before sitting. "Hi, I hope you haven't been waiting too long." She said with a smile.

"Not too long." Larantia smiled a dazzling pearly smile at the Andorian as she admired her, eyes shifting from her dress to her cleavage to her muscular legs she could've sworn went on for miles. Beautiful. "May I take your order, beautiful?" She held out a hand for her to take as she sat. "Andorian ale perhaps? This tavern has a superb stash..."

"Sure." Seela said. "I haven't had it in while." She smiled you look absolutely gorgeous, by the way."

"So do you." Larantia ordered two glasses of sparkling blue Andorian ale and handed one over. "I think this is from... 2230." She remarked. "The bartender told me that once. I think you'll like it."

"Thank you." Seela said. "I hear its a good vintage." She took a sip. "Cheers."

"Cheers." Larantia clinked their glasses together, drank and sat back in her seat with a content sigh. "Ahhh. Perfect. Well then." She leaned forward, grey eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now that I'm not at work anymore - why don't we get to know each other. Tell me more about yourself."

"Um. What would you like to know?" Seela asked.

"Anything at all." Larantia leaned forward with her head on her hand, grey eyes looking into Seela's, cleavage almost directly in her line of sight... "Anything. Your family, your hopes and dreams, your favorite type of pasta..." She reached over with her index finger and began drawing circles into her thigh. "Anything."

"Well, my family have all but disowned me. Hopes and dreams, I'm living my dream, and my hope is to find someone to love. Penne is my favourite type of pasta and I enjoy it in a marinara sauce with chicken."

Taking in the Risian beauty, she asked, "What about you, same questions?"

"A loving father and mother who are ever so supportive that I'm making people happy one at a time. Living my hopes and dreams, making life my best life. My favorite is... stuffed pasta. Especially the kind with cheese and a bit of meat in the middle. Mmm." Larantia maintained that same sultry smile as her hand slid a bit further up her leg. "Disowned you? I understand Andorian family bonds are quite tight. Something quite big must've happened for you to get there.'

"It was my leaving for Starfleet. They felt I'd abandoned them and cut off all contact with me, as did my bond mates." Seela said. "The only family I have now is an uncle who is also in Starfleet, they blame him for filling my head with stories."

"Do you feel the same way?" Larantia questioned. "That you abandoned your family by following your dreams and ambitions? Because you're entitled to work for those regardless of what anyone else thinks."

"I'm sad that they're no longer in my life, but I don't regret my decision, I know I would be miserable living on Andor as part of a glorified marching troupe." Seela said. "I feel much more at home in Starfleet."

"Then you have no regrets about following your dreams here." Larantia's voice was soft and smooth as silk on Seela's ears as her hand travelled upward and stopped on her hip. "I wish I had your ass, actually." She said, lightly massaging the Andorian's hip. "Mine isn't as firm as yours. Hell, I just wish I had muscle like you. But no, there's not much of that on me no matter how hard I try." Larantia sighed as she lightly squeezed the part of her hip she knew was more sensitive. "Oh, well. I make do."

Electricity shot up her spine in response to Larantia's touch and Seela took in a sharp intake of breath. "Not that I'm complaining, but perhaps we should take this elsewhere." She said.

"Mm-mm. Not yet. We're not done talking! Rein it in, sexy." Larantia smiled and leaned in close to her ear. "We'll have all the time you want later, but for now I wanna get to know my date a little better, okay?" She then gave her ear a playful nip before resuming their conversation. "Well then, tell me. What is it actually like in Starfleet. So many of you Starfleet types come through my door I've lost count. You've got plenty of stories to tell, though, always..."

"I think its different for every department. In Security I'm responsible for the safety of my few crew and all civilians on my ship or starbase. I Langley, I and the rest of Security would work with Strat. Ops and the Marines to defend the station from attack and 'police' the area. A lot of the time its breaking up fights and chancing down criminals. We also work with operations on upgrading defenses. On the Wasp, one of my former ships we got in skirmish with Orion slavers. I defended Sickbay when a raiding party tried to board us. " Seela said. "I ended up having to fight a giant of a man, hand to hand. After a lengthy fight I was able to subdue him."

"But of course it's not all glory and big brutes and danger." Larantia smiled another dazzling pearly smile. "There are good moments too, I've heard many of them. What's been the highlight of your career so far?" She squeezed that sensitive spot again.

Seela took another sharp breath. "What I find most rewarding is helping lost children find their families. Ships and stations are fall of people and similar looking corridors. Children often get lost in the crowded areas, or take the wrong turn at an intersection in a corridor. I love to see the smiling faces when they reunite with their families."

"That's so sweet." Larantia smiled. "And quite beautiful. Like you are." She began to gently rub her hip and work her way upwards. "Does that make you want your own family? I know it might be somewhat difficult for you, I've heard a few things about your biology and how you come together to make a child. That sort of thing."

"I haven't really thought about it." Seela said. "You're right about it being difficult biologically." She added. "But, if I find I want a child, my partner, at the time, and I could always adopt."

"You could." She agreed. "I've met a few officers with adopted children. They say it's the best thing that ever happened to them, aside from meeting their partners of course." Larantia shifted a little closer, almost on the edge of her seat, so close Seela could feel a bit of her body heat. "I'm quite the same... which brings me to something I should tell you." Her grey eyes stared directly into Seela's, unblinking. "I might want... others. People I take a fancy to. I'm not one for monogamy, I find it far too restrictive. Would you be alright with that?"

"Well, not all of my people are monogamous. Some bond groups only come together to produce a child and live separate lives otherwise." Seela explained. "I have no problem sharing you. I may take other lovers myself." She replied.

"Then I think we'll have a most wonderful time together." Larantia smiled and leaned forward, capturing the Andorian's cobalt blue lips in a searing, passionate kiss. She could've sworn her lips tasted somewhat sweet, almost like... blueberries. Huh. What a coincidence.

Seela returned to kiss. Her hands exploring Larantia's body. She broke the kiss only long enough to whisper in her ear. "I want you now."

"Not now, my sweet blueberry. First, we drink. And then we can go at it like wild rabbits if you like." Larantia's sultry voice dripped with want. She nibbled on the Andorian's lower lip, then broke away to sip her ale, a gleam of mischief in her eyes. "I'm sure you can wait that long, can't you?"

Seela sighed. "I just hope your room isn't too far away." She said. "I'd hate to be done before we actually get started." She added sipping at her ale.

"Five minutes' walk. You can resist taking me right here and now on the table until we get there, can't you?" She purred. Her leg reached over, stroking the Andorian's toned calves. "You know, I know quite a few places which you might be especially sensitive in. I found them when I massaged you earlier." Larantia remarked. "Which you can be sure I'll enjoy prodding later as soon as the fun starts. Excited?"

"I'll try, but I'm tempted to throw caution to the wind and give the whole tavern a show." Seela said. "So, I think excited is the word for it."

"Even I wouldn't go that far." Larantia grinned wickedly. "But when we get behind closed doors? Oh, you'll see. Think you can keep up with me, my beautiful blue queen?" She finished her glass of ale and placed it on the counter with a loud clink. "Ready to go?"

"Lead the way, my bronzed beauty." Seela said getting up and stared at Larantia's butt as she led the way to her quarters.

Larantia curled her arm around Seela's shapely butt and squeezed it once as she led the way into her living quarters, and the doors closed behind the pair...

END

Larantia
Masseuse
Helena's Haven

Lieutenant JG Seela sh'Tharlen
Public Safety Officer
Langley Station

 

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