Quiet Time

Posted on Fri Apr 20th, 2018 @ 6:47pm by

1,736 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: The Emerald Road
Location: Bawden's Den (Quarters)

Ayla moved about the new quarters which was a lot smaller than the one they had on the Dreadnought. At least it had all the amenities that the previous one had. With Miracle with her Uncle Steve for this mission while the Dreadnought went through a major repair job from self inflicted damage. She was wearing a simple wrap as scampered around the various rooms. Unaware that she setting the mood for some quality time. Soft easy flowing music. Light finger foods set on the coffee table. Light set low, yet still safely to navigate the rooms.

She went into the bedroom to groom out her furry body, taking notice that she should get it trimmed again. She smiled with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she finished up brushing out her furry body and hair. She looked at herself in the full length mirror at her physique minus the clothing. She was a bit more plumper yet still had the curves of an active life. She let out a soft sigh knowing soon that time and nature was slowly catching up with her.

Hearing the door open, she put on the simple wrap she was wearing before and left the bedroom to see if Mark was alone or someone was with him to play hostess too.

I walked in from Sickbay, maybe the Doctor was right maybe talking would help things out. I knew that I was prone to bottling things up and with the loss of Marcie things had been rough. Intimacy was almost gone and to be honest I couldn't blame anyone for that, I still loved Ayla even if she might think of herself as defective but with Miracle around it did make it hard at times to feel attractive, sexy or even sexual with never knowing when she might wake up or cry out.

I saw Ayla walk out of the bedroom wearing a wrap, well thats what it appeared to me at least. "Hey, how have things been?" I asked breaking that moment of silence as I let the doors close behind me.

Ayla looked thoughtful for a moment. "Iz been busy. Finally got some downtime to get ourz stuff put away. Doc says yooz fit return to duty or do Iz get to shoot the ship's guns?"

She smiled at her Mate as she approached him with an extra sway in her hips.
Wrapping her arms around him as she looked up at him.

Sometimes the best things were the simple things and feeling Ayla hug me, was one of the best things. I leaned down so that my head was next to hers since I was a little taller, I'd missed little things like this, missed the dress ups, missed the things we used to do. I remembered seeing her in a bikini, damn that was sexy. "No I'm fine, bit too much Coffee no doubt but I'm ok." I neglected to mention I was doing the bottle up routine again as I placed my hand firmly on her ass.

"Squeeee.." Ayla softly exclaimed. "Wez switch to decaffeinated stuff during the day. Or switch to soda that has caffeine in it." She leaned back after a few moments of being close. "Mez fur is getting a bit long. Would yooz know of a gentleman that would help mez out?" The wrap opening up a bit to display her ample breast.

"Well, funny you should ask. I know this one guy that might have the know how to do what you need, hes about this tall, handsome, wears a gold uniform." I replied as I let my eyes fall to her breasts. My hand reached up and touched her. "Hmmm tis a bit long isn't it?"

Ayla smiled with a shrug, letting the wrap slide down her arms to let him have a good look. "Squea," as she nodded, "Arent yooz a bit over dressed for the job?" Stepping back to let the wrap drop to fall free to the floor. "And with Miracle with her Uncle. Wez have plenty of time." Her tail weaved slow heart shapes behind her.

"Well, lead on babe you know I'll follow." Ohhh and I would too, even if we had gotten older, Ayla still had curves in all the right places. I pulled off my tunic first leaving that with her wrap on the floor. It had been a while since I'd trimmed her, we both enjoyed it, it was something personal between us that was intimate without being sexual.....mostly.

Ayla smiled as she walked with an exaggerated sway to her hips, her tail weaved behind her in neat geometric shapes which include hearts. Pausing by the dresser to grab the clippers preset as she lead the way to the refresher where it started.

She remembered the first time he did clipped her fur and the trust it took on her part to even let him have access to the most intimate places on her body. The care in which he took. She shivered at the remembrance. "Been a long time since wez did this..." Softly as she looked over her shoulder at him a bit seductively.

She was right. "Yes it has." Maybe that's where I went wrong, I didn't make time for her to do the simple little things, though trimming the fur was not simple but it meant a lot. In a way it was actually gratifying, to be able to do something like this for her, like exploring her body all over again. Every curve, rise and fall of her body, she still had a sexy figure even if she wouldn't believe me if I told her. "I miss it." I actually did but perhaps in saying it, we'd make the time to do it more often.

"So do Iz," Ayla spoke softly, handing the clippers to Mark, looking up at him with confidence and trust as she made room in the refresher shower stall for him. "With Miceling, it's hard to find the time. Remind mez to do something special for yooz brother."

Trimming Ayla was as much sensual as it was paying careful attention not to snag her fur, knot it, trim too much or leave it uneven in places. Still, who was I to argue with the 'hands on' approach? "You will need a shower when we are done." I looked down to see the tufts of fur, the fine layer of it on the floor as well as patches where I'd had to do a little extra work to smooth it out. It was slightly easier to see though where I'd been because it had a slightly cleaner sheen to it.

Ayla stood still with legs shoulder with apart. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the soft vibrations from the clippers. She gave a soft "squeak" acknowledging Mark as he was busy trimming her furry body. She looked forward to her fur being trimmed as it was sensual with a bit of delight in certain areas which she had to fight the urge to squirm at times. She smiled softly as she listened to the soft droning of the clippers. It was extra special now she could share the ritual with Mark. Alas it wasn't reciprocated as Mark, being human, was furless. She knew how to make it up to him. Her smile widened at the thoughts of how she could make it up to him very willingly.

Trimming Ayla's fur was one of the pleasures of her species, when we married it took a me a while to pluck up the courage to even try it, even after she showed me how. All those years ago, seemed so distant compared to now, but 10 good years with her, I could only hope for more.

When he hesitated as it came to her intimate places, Ayla spoke softly, encouraging him to continue on. Even opening her legs a bit wider for ease of access.

When it came to the more...intimate areas of her still sexy frame I took great care to not snag, pull or catch her fur. No doubt such would be painful. The vibrations however would entertain her while my brow frowned as I focused at the task at hand.

She sighed softly, feeling the vibrations exciting her. When the he was finished, she opened her eyes seductively at him. "Lets share the shower together." Voice a bit husky with arousal, smiling up at him with promise of more to come.

Taking the hint I stood up as soon as I was finished, a smile on my face because I knew what that would do to her. So I put the trimmers down and stepped more into the shower and looked at my trimmed Mate, partner, lover, wife and mother to my Daughter.

Once in the shower with the water running and sluicing off of them, she soaped herself up and as a living wash cloth rubbed up against Mark, helping him wash. She played with his more intimate parts in getting them clean also, smiling up at him as she teased while cleaning him. But the tease was with promise of a willing partner.

"Is that how your going to play this huh?" I asked with a grin. "You know I can't do that since I don't have fur." Though I had to admit rubbing against me felt nice and the fondling even nicer.

"Squeeee..." Ayla smiled up at him, as she joined with him, wrapping her arms around him with the water slicking back her hair and fur. She pressed up against him, "There are more ways yooz can be of help. Once wez done. Yooz get to brush mez fur."

Fade to black...

Several hours later, Ayla laid next to her mate on the bed as she looked at him. Resting half on him as she looked down at him, laying there enjoying the after glow of intimacy. "Iz know yooz gave up a lot to be there for ourz Miceling... Iz know yooz enjoyed the challenges of being the Marine Commander, Chief Engineer and of Security also. If being with mez took the challenges of being on a ship away. Iz apologize for being a bit selfish. I will always cherish you." Ayla spoke softly.

I placed a kiss to her forehead, a moment like this was precious, worth every second spent. "You are worth every moment."

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