Fixing For A Date Part 2.

Posted on Thu May 9th, 2024 @ 8:34am by Lieutenant Commander Ferrand Beaulieu & Lieutenant Commander Victoria Aries

2,847 words; about a 14 minute read

Mission: Ethics, Morals & The Prime Directive.

A chime sounded at the door and Victoria took a step towards it before stopping. These were HIS quarters, not her own, it was his prerogative to get that or delegate her to answer.

"Bedroom is over there." Through the closed door. He wasn't worried about the room regardless if it had a bed in it, it was the only thing in it, spartan as it was in decor it was something he hoped to change now that senior officer quarters had a few more perks over the general rank and file types of accommodation.

Close enough. If it were one of his people or another official visit, she could call him over, but if it were what she thought it was.. And it was, the courier from Diamond's gave her a bright smile and a courteous thank you as she handed over several bags with the store's name and logo on it. "What should I put on first?" Victoria called over to Ferrand, "Or should I surprise you?"

"Surprise me." Ferrand spoke. He was keen to see how the clothing choices would go and appear on her once worn. The choices were nice and in part he felt good that she even let him pick some for her, from his own likes and preferences.

It took Victoria a few minutes to unpack and lay the selections out on the bed. Someone at the store had either made a mistake and added some other options, but no, there was a note in one of the bags that informed her that there were a couple of additional complimentary pieces because this was her first order and as it had been a rather large one, there was another skirt, this one much shorter, plus an additional three tops, the same designs as the others, but different colors.

In the end, she wriggled out of what she'd been wearing and opted to start with the dark blue top and long flowing skirt that nearly brushed the floor as she was still barefoot. She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded, then smiled as she made it to the bedroom door and out, leaning on the doorframe as she did so, "Whatcha think?"

Ferrand patiently waited while she changed, he tried to recall all the options that they had picked but regardless, they would be sampled eventually. He made sure things were put away and tidy, presentable for a more social setting. He was hoping that the clothing choices were acceptable to her, now that they were here, poised for trying. Ferrand looked at her, head to toe, slowly as if taking it all in. "I like it, it suits you."

She started to make her way over to him, floofing with the skirt a bit, loving how airy it was, shaking her head to let the ponytail wave around a bit, "You should check the fabric on this skirt, really really sheer and seems pretty delicate, but it's also really nice!" She smiled into his eyes as she approached, "Also accentuates the figure a bit."

Ferrand checked the skirt and it was soft, delicate yet the colour up close was remarkable. Then stepped back and once again to look her over once more. "Yes, it certainly does." It wasn't that he disliked what he saw, just, not used to the opportunity this up close and personal. "And the next outfit." Even if he stole yet another glance.

"Just remember, no peeking!" Victoria teased him as she went back to his bedroom door and went back inside, letting it slide closed as she started to take off this outfit and decide on the next. This time she chose the shoulderless dark green dress that had been picked out, black lace coverlet that went up to partially conceal the shoulders and upper arms. She took the time to replicate some heels, this sort of dress really needed them. This one went down to hover at her knees and the heels accentuated her lower legs as she stepped out into the main room once more, twirling as she came fully out, "We're definitely going to have to go out with this one at some point!" She remarked.

She looked, incredible. The silence that lingered only added to that very detail as he stood there looking at her. She was...beautiful. His eyes fleeted over her more than once, the colour really suited her. "Oh I like that, yeah we HAVE to go out with you in that." He couldn't help but wonder just how many heads she would turn while wearing that out.

Victoria walked over to him and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, "That'll definitely be a date then." She hugged his arm briefly and then released it, "I really like this one myself. May need to get some more dresses similar to this one. Be right back again." She again vanished into the bedroom and took off the black heels as she contemplated the next ones. She took one of the freebies she'd been given, a silver pleated skirt that stopped a few inches above the knees, pairing it with a white top that wrapped around to tie at the side. She walked out once more in bare feet, "This one's a bit more simple, but I still like it well enough."

Ferrand looked at this new outfit liking the combination and colours. It added a look to her he'd not seen before but he liked, the skirt was a pleasing touch to the look but he liked it all. "That looks really good on you." He spoke, the grin on his face clear on that consideration as it was almost ear to ear. "We might have to get some more of those."

Her eyes brightened as she soaked in the compliments, making a mental note on that as well. "And I think one more for now?" She asked, but it was a question that needed no answer and she sauntered off a bit as she undid the top on the walk, disappearing as she slid it off, flashing a bare shoulder before the door slid closed. Now she had to make a REAL choice. She'd picked out three different options for this last one and it was a hard choice between them. In the end, she chose the white one and she took the time to put in on properly, replicating another pair of stiletto heels with peekaboo toes. It was lacy and had a sheer skirt, though the layers made it opaque enough for modesty, though little was left to the imagination. This time she took more time to make sure her hair was let down fully and fluffed it as she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Then she walked to the door and put a bit more sway into her walk, one foot in front of the other for the exaggeration. She spun in it, the skirt lifting from the motion to show silky smooth thighs before settling down again and she watched for his reaction to the lingerie choice.

Ferrand stood in utter awe, this gaze turned into a stare as he looked at Victoria clad in lace. What was obvious was perhaps the red face that something like this was perhaps very new and very fresh for him. The fact she would wear something like that for him and stand there letting him look made him feel warm, but also very aware that this kind of thing, was fresh off the line fresh.

The fact it was lacy and while revealing, worn just for him, just for his eyes while arousing was also embarrassing that he was so new to it, inexperience while a virtue for some, for him felt like a curse. "W...ow."

Victoria smiled softly at him as she approached, his reaction proof to her that she'd made the right choice this time. His red flush even with being covered up this much meant that if she'd been in even more skin... She finally crossed the last few inches and cocked one hip suggestively, "It looks like you like it." She said softly, then reached up to place arms around his neck, not wanting to rush him into anything, knowing he wasn't used to anything like this.

"Uhh...um...um yeah...yeah. you...could say that." Even standing this close the red face didn't fade a single shade. The lace didn't hide much but he knew that was the point especially how it hugged every curve firmly yet pleasingly. The way the skirts, if they could be called that hide for modesty just enough to entice yet make one wonder.

Victoria released one arm from around her neck to guide one hand to her waist, then repeated with the other, being gentle but insistent, all the time looking into his eyes, "Ferrand, if you think I'm moving too fast, don't be afraid to speak up, please. I want you to be comfortable with me, with us."

"Would...would it be ok, if we, you, just sat in it?" Ferrand spoke feeling his heart begin to beat faster and faster. He hoped, that if he could get used to seeing her in something like that, even something as simple as just sitting there without the intention of intimacy might help him come to terms that there was no pressure, there need be no rush. In his mind perhaps just gazing up on her, regardless of the views he was afforded on the position she sat in, would bring a measure of calm, security, ease to him.

"Of course." Victoria said softly, sliding her hands down his arms and taking a step back to hold his hands and draw him back towards the couch, turning to flounce a little bit but keeping herself contained as much as possible. She let herself fall the last few inches onto the couch with a grin, legs slightly parted, the skirt riding up just a little bit unintentionally, then patted the spot next to her, "I really wanted to thank you, by the way, this has been a lot of fun so far."

Ferrand watched her turn away towards the chair and then sit. He watched as she sat, how the skirts lifted slightly and legs parted ever so slightly. This though, helped, that she was willing to just sit there and let him admire, to just look upon her knowing what he saw was all for him. While the views were arousing for sure, all of it helped. "I was...worried that my obvious inexperience would be...unattractive to you."

"Not a bit, Ferrand, it's actually refreshing if I'm being honest about it. I'm not going to lie, I've had brief relationships where guys have literally tried to charm my pants off. True, some were successful, but none of them really put themselves into it and that just... Turned me off." Victoria never looked away from him, "You got to see me at my worst, unintentionally, yes, but it didn't turn you away. And you're willing to communicate with me about things, which is far more rare than you might imagine. I believe that you're going to be more able to understand me than almost anyone else out there, because you don't have preconceptions about me."

He sat there listening while his eyes took in the view. She sat there knowing he was looking and didn't care, sat there knowing of his inexperience and didn't judge or hold it against him. It was reassuring, he'd not felt this nervous since back in his Academy days. "I'm sure is obvious that I'm....new...to this." He spoke. "It's not to say I don't want this, I do, I just, don't want to make a bad...first impression."

She leaned forward, legs parting even more, but now a tantalizing new view presented itself to him. Her eyes were full of compassion, "You've already made your first impression and it's been wonderful. You've made a second and third impression as well and if I might say, none of them have been bad. For someone new to this, you've been wonderful, better than I was when I started dating. I'm here, I'm not going to run away, I promise."

A breath in, single, deep, the view to his eyes savored and etched to memory. This was for him and he knew. "I know...I just." He dared to will himself to shuffle a little closer, a little at first, then more well within arms reach. Then with his hand he placed it on her thigh just above her knee. It was obvious that he was trying, but he was also blaming himself that Victoria may get bored waiting on him.

It was obvious to Victoria that he really was trying, going out of his comfort zone a long ways. But she resolved to have as much patience as he needed. If this was as far as they got, she'd be fine with it. Did she really want to get laid? Yes, but that was less important than getting this right. She crooked her finger just a bit, prompting him to lean in closer, then crossed the rest of the distance and placed a very soft kiss on his lips. There was no urgency in it, but she tried to put into it all of her emotions, her feelings of approval, her willingness to take his lead in this very important matter.

The kiss...ohhh so gentle. So sweet, so assuring of much and yearning of more. This was not how he expected his first time to go, instead expecting it to be a prompt affair, fleeting at best and resulting in total disappointment. Still the closer proximity was welcome, it assured her words that she wouldn't run away, there even with his hand on her thigh she'd gladly leave it there. Not once did he fear a reprisal for his actions now that he'd mustered up some courage.

She backed off a few inches, meeting his eyes and not saying a single words. This wasn't something that needed words, they would take away from this moment. She slid a few more inches closer to him, his hand sliding along her leg just a little bit, but she felt the need to be just slightly closer to him. Her eyes asked the question she wanted to ask, but couldn't: 'Is this okay?'

In reply, he drew a little closer himself matching her move with one of his own. It was ok. Victoria was letting him act but encouraging him in doing so, a kiss, a touch. With what she was wearing he enjoyed its views, how it held to her, wrapped her, all of this was for him he knew and his eyes were not lazy in that feature.

Her hand reached up to cup his face, rubbing a thumb over his cheek, then she leaned in again for another kiss, eyes closing as she did so. However long it took, she was here, and if there were some engineering emergency now, she was going to have to murder someone.

Such a beauty, so to answer he closed his own eyes and leaned in, his lips gracing hers as he held it. She was encouraging yet at a pace he was comfortable with. Her thigh felt silky under the palm of his hand.

Victoria let her tongue flick across his lips, a quick probe for entry, but it didn't happen right away and she let it stand, guidance already given for when he was ready. Her free hand ran gently down his arm, using his elbow to guide his hand further up her thigh a bit more, a clear invitation to him. It was a truly delicate manipulation of his arm, helpfulness without pushing the issue. She could be a teacher when she needed to be and this was one of those times.

Ferrand couldn't help but take a breath in, a breath he had been holding was gone, surprise at her act though simple in design meant far more then that act itself to him. His hand now was mid thigh at this point but his eyes didn't open, they didn't dare lest this moment shatter before him and his eyes.

She broke away for a moment, rubbing her cheek against his as she leaned forward another few inches, “There’s no need to be nervous, you’re doing just fine.” She whispered breathily, before kissing the corner of his jaw and working her way back to his mouth with gentle, gentle kisses. He had one other hand that was just sitting around and her left hand reached for it as she watched him again, slight smile on her face, taking the unresisting hand and bring it up to her chest, placing it on her right breast in a move that would show even more trust in him. She wondered briefly if he’d be able to feel her heartbeat.

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