Seizing the Moment

Posted on Sun Jun 12th, 2016 @ 12:06pm by

1,683 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: New Faces and Terror Beyond
Location: Bawden Quarters
Timeline: After Ceremony

The ceremony had concluded, everyone was sadder for it. Ayla and I had returned to our Quarters. S'iraa had been a dominant presence in all our lives, hard not to be consider how big he was and what he was but he always put his crew first. Now he was gone. At first I didn't like the feline when he took command from my Brother but over the years I'd come to respect him, now Starfleet command had stuck the knife to him and now we had some other guy in command.

Had to admit I'd never seen an Efrosian before, heard of em but never seen. Bizzare to see someone wear glasses that's for sure but hey, the crazy life we live in these days. S'iraa it seemed was unusually calm about things, maybe because choice for him wasnt an option or perhaps he'd resigned himself to fate and opted to take this as it came to him. Inside I worried a little for Ayla, she would be First Officer to this unknown individual and even that was assuming he kept her on in that role.

Prior to the ceremony I got the notification from Starfleet Command that Captain Ra Havrelli was to be given all the clearances suitable to his position, I'd set the computer to do just that as soon as the command codes were transferred. That said though I opted to do a little digging about our new boss.

Captain Ra Havrelli, married but no children. Sound tactician going by what I read, the planner sort, former Helm officer so he knew how to handle a ship and from a Captain's perspective he knew how one handled but I doubted he knew how this boat moved. The rest of his file was an interesting read to be sure so it looked like this new CO of ours had a head on his shoulders, good, he'd need it.

Ayla had respect for S'riaa as he was the only one in her life left such a mark upon her. She could've had cosmetic surgery done to eliminate it. But it reminded her sometimes we must face our wildest fears to conquer them and succeed. She stepped up and led those that had been captured, while letting him rest and recover from his ordeal of having his higher intellect suppressed to basic animal level. She liked Elizabeth as she was a wife and civilian. Even her goals were set on being a diplomat.

She returned to their quarters with her husband and mate. She was quiet. "Iz say wez should show a united front to support Captain Havrelli. Keep our misgivings to ourzelf." Speaking softly once they entered their den. Hiz wife is pretty." Looking at Marks with a knowing smile.

"Your prettier." I replied. "I have little doubt about it." Though she was right, with S'iraa gone we had to be united, support the man even if he was an unknown to us. The whole ordeal didn't feel right, Starfleet had knifed him in the back and everyone knew it but if an Admiral fell to it, the foot stomping of a lowly Commander wouldn't change things.

"Iz will miss his presence to," Ayla spoke softly as she hugged Marks to her. "Wez do fly a controversial ship of the line. Wez were at fault to, mez dear husband. There was too many hidden agendas at play. And now it is time to move on. Hez Miranda to take care of and the young on the way. This will allow him time to bond with his family properly." Ayla released Marks and stepped away to enjoy the quietness of the den as their children were elsewhere at the moment.

Ayla undid her uniform jacket and slipped it off, reviling a silk lacy bra as she moved into the master bedroom. She added a bit more sway to her hips as her tail made heart shapes. She tossed the jacket ahead of her and undid the back snap that held her skirt on above the tail, letting it fall to the floor to revile matching lacy panties. She stepped out from her skirt and using the foot to hook the dress and fling it onto the bed. She looked saucy over her shoulder at him. "Yooz coming?" She spoke softly at him, totally changing the subject with a sly wink, She still wore her 2 inch high heels.

Ayla was doing more than trying to push my buttons, she was a special one that one and even as she slowly walked away my head tilted to the side and watched every heeled step she made. The skirt was the last to come off, the look over the shoulder and then the invite. Short of garter and stockings with the heels that view was for sure worthy of immortalisation in my mind, it still was but I had a weakness for stockings. So there she was, lacy underwear, panties and high heels........this only meant one thing.......trouble.

"Count on it." My voice came out slightly lower than usual, no way I could match the growling S'iraa no doubt could pull off but I was in predator mode now. Ayla, the Wife, teasing sultry minx that she was standing right there was going to get it.

"Squeak!" Ayla let out at the growl and look of mock terror, even though her eyes sparkled with merriment, taking another sultry step deeper into the bedroom so when Mark pounced, she would fall onto the bed with him. She turned to face him fully, letting him see her in her natural feminine beauty.

When I walked into the Bedroom hot on the heels of my two inch heeled, scantly clad, incredibly revealing Wife I walked straight into her arms and onto the bed. She looked devine and I was about to sample it. I didn't know what it was exactly, probably a combination of everything but every button had been pressed in exactly the right order in just the right way to get the desired result she wanted from me. I rolled her onto her back making sure to slip between her legs and straight for the neck, first with kisses but then with a fistful of hair and a slight pull I inhaled deeply before nipping at her neck. Seemed only fair, she'd done it to me before.

It was like passion had been torched and it was blazing hard, my free hand was groping her chest, her side, her waist and thigh in my want for her. I wanted everything, I felt like I wanted to take everything after what she'd done, what she was putting me through. I sat up and pulled off my tunic and undershirt, she still had her bra and panties on but they wouldn't last long. Made for a very nice view with me between her loving thighs. A moment more and I was in my underwear too, I leaned forward again to resume my groping, smelling and nipping. I went all in, her neck, jaw, even her ears got a rub too. Her hair pulled, my waist pressing forcefully into hers. She knew, she could feel the fruits of her efforts. I felt one of her shoes fall off and land between my feet only to be promptly kicked off the end of the bed to tumble on the floor.

After some time doing my thing trying to sate my lust for her and falling short I knew what had to be done. With some delicate adjustments and gained access from moved underwear I claimed what I sought. I couldn't care less if we still had our underwear on, this was a spur of the moment, all in, passionate moment and I was going to drink from that cup till I was full.

It had been a while since Ayla and I were intimate, kids will do that to parents after all, but the kids were not here right now. So with just the Mrs and Me I went all in, I could be hard or soft, loud or as quiet as I wanted, I made sure Ayla didn't have the option of being quiet because I knew she always had the kids at the forefront of consideration but...they were not here right now.

Moment like this are to be savoured, enjoyed and remembered. I made sure my performance was ticking all those boxes. By the time we were done we had become a tangles mass of limbs, one tail, a bra half pulled down and some very messed up bed sheets.

But damn it was worth it.

The moment Marks was in her embrace, she ignited with dormant passion and want. When he was ready and ravishing her. She responded in the same manner, placing caressing lick/kisses, nips and licks, gentle massaging with claw scratching that left marks, but no blood spilled nor leakage from it. She massaged him and She wiggled and squirmed against him wanting him, being one with him.

It was raging passion flaring blazing hot as she took and gave pleasure to him. Instinctively from past entanglement, knowing what to drive him insane with desire. She was his to dictate and hers to give pleasure and receive pleasure which she done her best. She was lost within the sensation her mate was giving and she returning it. She squeaked, squealed and groan as they tangled in the age old bed wrestling of starved lovers for the moment. She moved with him and against him to heighten both of their union together. At times she was on top, and on bottom.

When exhaustion and the final pleasure had struck, Ayla was very satisfied and content as she lay entangled with him, enjoying the fading pleasure of their union and being part of each others life. This was for her and him. Just the both of them. She was speechless as she hung onto him not wanting the moment to end as they laid there together. The micelings were totally forgotten for the moment.

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