Rekindling the Flame

Posted on Wed May 29th, 2019 @ 6:57pm by

1,144 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: Temp Quarters
Timeline: Backpost

After several session with the Base Counselors and been declared fit for duty mentally, Ayla sat before the mirror at her vanity table, brushing out her slightly damp hair. She glanced in the mirror to see the lingerie laying neatly out on the bed. She smiled as a twinkle filled her eyes at the thoughts going through her mind. Routine had pretty much taken over their lives. Miracle enjoying time with her friends on a holodeck outing for several days. It just her and Mark. It was time to shake things up a bit. As for the Dreadnought, their home ship, the Ascension Class ship. She still hadn't fully explored the ship to see what it could do for furthering the advance of knowledge within the Science Community.

She laid the brush down as she stood up. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she frowned a bit as her physique was showing the maturity of full Mousian feminine physique. Slightly plumper and more rounded curves, even though she was in top physical shape and could still endure the long hours of duty and research. She let the robe fall to the floor and pool at her feet as she turned one way and then the opposite to look over her physique. Moving barefoot over to the bed, looking over the lingerie. Hoping it would bring back the excitement of youth and the first enjoyment of being with Mark.

Starting out with the corset bustier, putting it on. After making the necessary adjustments to her satisfaction and comfort. She smiled as it gave back youthful curves. Then came the lace panties that just covered what it needed to cover.

Ayla paused long enough to take a look at her reflection in the mirror, practicing her seductive poses to entice the males of any species. But this was for her mate only. She moved back to the bed and put on the soft silk stocking and carefully attaching them to the garter straps that hung off the corset bustier. She moved around, eyeing herself in the mirror. She was even liking what she saw.

She tried on the stiletto high heels that gave her three inches in height. "Squeeeeah…" As she wobbled a bit to quick learn and get the feel of walking in them. She noticed it gave her hips a much more pronounce sway. Slight bounce to her breast, even in the confines of the bustier.

Mark was out at this time getting flowers for Ayla, with everything that had gone on recently finding time for themselves was growing ever more difficult. After his moment in the park where he remember his baby girl, gone, taken before her time. He remembered his rage in the turbolift, when she said she was defective, that fired him up and not in a good way. Dressed in his brand new, purchased but twenty minutes ago suit, shirt and tie, even got a hair cut as well and a very close shave from the barber while he was there.

He hoped this wouldn't backfire on him, he did this for her, for his Wife, he hoped she saw that and didn't worry that it was for another.

Ayla moved about the Temp quarters that was assigned to them, turning down lights to a more intimate setting. She made sure there was several bottles of Mark's favorite drinks on hand and properly chilled to his liking. She kept glancing at the door as she added the finishing touches. Soft music they both liked

The walk home was a very brief one, but soon he stood outside the door, this was the moment and so with a breath he let it open and he stepped in. "Ayla, babe. I'm home." Flowers in hand, attire set, shave close and hair trimmed. Some had even said it took a few years off him.

Ayla appeared from the bedroom and entered the common room. Seeing Mark with flowers. She smiled softly as she approached him. "Squeeee.." softly while taking the flowers from him. "These smell sooo delightful." She turned from him and walked over to an empty vase that had a little water in it. She placed the flowers in and quickly arranged them.

"Wow." Alya looked amazing, from head to toe and tail. Dressed as she was it was plain to see that she had done what he did, made some effort to please, dress up and make themselves appealing for the other, only hers, was much more revealing. "Um.." Oh wow she looks incredible.

Ayla smiled at hearing Mark as she bent over slightly and gave her derriere a wiggle as she straighten up. She turned gracefully to face him again and moved with a more pronounced sway to her hip as she approached him. "Yooz had something different planned, mez warrior mate?" Gave him a soft pouting seductive look as she reached out to take his hand in hers.

"Oh no, not at all." Mark was hardly going to argue, Ayla dressed as she was, hand in hers. He knew he was a lucky man and everything about this moment served to remind the pair of them what they saw in each other then, and even now. Yet another head to toe look, a grin on his face. "I like where things are going so far."

"Yooz do look very handsome," Ayla spoke with a smile, moving in front of him as she reached up and undid the buttons on his jacket. "Maybez wez can head out and have dinner on the Promenade..." Letting her voice fade away as she slid the jacket of his shoulders. "... Much later..." Eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

"Much later....indeed." Mark's hands slipped to Ayla's sides as she slipped his jacket off. He did love Ayla deeply, the things they had endured together over the years only made them stronger together. The loss of a daughter was hard but together they would see it through by remembering. "I still remember back to the time on the sofa all those years ago."

Eyes sparkled with remembrance, "Squeeee.." Softly as she laid the jacket neatly on a nearby chair. "Wez have the whole suite of rooms to make new memories." Smiling with anticipation and warmth of love for her mate that had been forged and tempered through hardship and good times they shared.

Snuggling up against him as Ayla lifted her arms to wrap around him, "Mez Warrior Mate!" Softly exclaims as she looked up at him.

"You are still as sexy now, as you were then." Mark put his arms around her as he slowly walked her, backwards for her to the bedroom. There, new memories would be forged, love remembered and built on, passions sought and gained.

A tap of the small console and the door closed behind them.

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