Who Are You?

Posted on Sun Apr 18th, 2021 @ 10:01pm by Lieutenant Baeryn Whavi-Tonelly & Captain David Tonelly [Reece]

Mission: Challenge Missions
Location: Marine Country, Corporal Tonellys Private Quarters
Timeline: 1957 hours (part 3)
2307 words - 4.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Tucked into David’s side, Baeryn watched the steady rise and fall of his broad chest. She was fully content to never leave this moment, finding more peace in it then she thought existed anywhere in the wide, never ending, universe.

Slowly propping herself up on an elbow, the slight clink of David’s dog tags hanging between her breasts reminded her of the moment she removed them from his neck to wear as she rode him into oblivion. The memory made her blush, shocked by her own boldness. She hid her face behind the curtain of curls that had fallen loose during the more rough moments of intercourse.

Idly her finger tips brushed over the scar on his right forearm, tracing it up to his elbow and back down. “How did you get this?” She asked.

David was feeling more content now than he had ever, thus far in his life. While Baeryn seemed to bring the fire in his soul to full ignition, being with her now, naked as they were, he had never felt more peaceful. As she was snuggled against his left side, the fingertips of his left hand were gently running up and down her spine, as his right hand rested on his chest, holding her left hand.

When she moved, he smiled when he heard his dog tags clatter together. The sound drew his eyes to her perfect breasts and he smiled. Looking back up, he saw her hid away behind her hair. When had she loosed the ponytail? He couldn't remember. This made him chuckle to himself. There was plenty to remember from earlier, the status if her hair could be forgiven.

His eyes followed her fingers as they gently moved across the burn scar on his right arm. When she asked him how he had obtained it, he had to take a few beats to stop the flashing memories of the War. "I got that burn when I pulled my battle buddy, Specialist Gregory Jones from our burning Hummvee after we were ambushed outside Frankfurt."

Her fingers halted their movement, she waited a minute. Digesting the information he had given. For some reason unbeknownst so her she hadn’t realized the memories her questions might bring to the surface, she cursed her curiosity, but she wanted to know more about him, what made him who he was.

The act of bravery still had her speechless when she turned her attention toward his face. Shifting her position so that she could could rest her arm and chin on his chest and look longingly into his blue eyes. “Did he...” she took a deep breath hoping he would tell her more, hoping he wanted to. She searched those blue eyes for any sign she should change the subject. “Did he make it?”

David took a moment, the battle running behind his eyes. Suddenly, a lone tear started to fall from his left eye. "No," he whispered. "The attack was too encompassing. The medics were stretched to thin. And his burns, they couldn't be treated in the field." He seemed to be a million miles away for a few beats. "He was a good kid too. He had just proposed to his girlfriend with this tiny little diamond that he was able to save up for and buy from JC Penny."

“I’m sorry...” she whispered softly, the look on his face sent a pang through her heart. They sat in silence for a few moments. Not awkward silence, an understanding silence as she reached up to brush her fingers across his cheekbone. Her brows wrinkled suddenly and she asked, ”JC Penny? That sounds oddly... familiar.”

She had assumed David was human, that he came from Earth but she was missing something. She sat up and looked over to the shelf where the antique books were, and the old fashioned picture frame, the one with David actually in the picture. “David...” she started, hoping her next question wouldn’t offend him. “How... “ her hand came down and wrapped around the dog tags bringing them closer to her eyes, noting his name imprinted on them, she was sure that they to were not exactly... from this time. ”David, how old are you?”

David appreciated the silence that Baeryn gave him. All to often, he would get instant comments of pity and regrets for someone they had never known. He was startled a little by her sudden movement to sit up. He watched her as she scanned his room. First, his books, next, the photo of the hike to Mt Fuji. Then, down at the dog tags he had worn since long before her grandparents were born. Sliding his hands behind his head, he replied. "Well, by Earth calendars, next month, I will be 464 years old. I still have another thirty years until I reach middle age, for my species."

It took great effort not to balk at David, coyly reclined, so nonchalant about the information he had laid out. Momentarily she was distracted by the view, the skin of his biceps pulled tightly across the muscles in his arms. She had to blink and lightly shake her head to focus, to smother the flames that wanted to start up again. ‘Focus Baeryn’ she mentally scolded herself.

“That’s such a.... long time to be alive.” The corner of her lips perked up, “I must say, I’m surprised given your line of work you don’t have even more scars.” She teased.

David arched an eyebrow. "Well, i know you saw my bullet scars." He indicated the three small circular scars on his hip. "They were from a Kalishikov assault rifle. All the Pro-Eugenics troops had them. We, in NATO, used the M-16 and M-4 families of assault rifles."

Baeryn's obsidian eyes traveled down to the scars on his hip that she couldn’t help but caress, even now her finger circled the larger of the three, then connected them as he spoke. She bit her bottom lip, knowing she was walking the line of hypocrisy. When she spoke she didn’t look up from the scars, still circling then lightly with her fingertips.

“I’m trying to put the puzzle together, but I’m missing pieces.” She sighed heavily, “I have an issue being asked ‘What am I?’ so I’m trying my best to avoid asking that but your ears are rounded and you have Earth history books, and clearly spent a lot of time there at one point but....” her voice trailed off in hopes David knew what she was getting at.

David smiled warmly. Moving his hands from behind his head, he gently sat up, pulling Baeryn into his grasp, wrapping his arms warmly around her. "I have no issue telling you who and what I am." He gently kissed her on the side of her neck. "I am El Aurian. By Earth dates, I was born in the year 1931. I grew up, me, my mom and dad, on the El Aurian home world. After school and university, I went out into the universe. I came to Earth, the first time, in 1982. I was part of an observation team and was assigned the task of infiltrating and experiencing human life. I ended up joining the United States Army, and served for several years. When the Eugenics War began, I served with my new friends in combat. I got the bullet wounds during an ambush in Bogata, Columbia. My unit had been deployed there for humanitarian duties. A week in, and we were transporting dry food to a local depot, I was a truck driver then." He kissed her again. "Well, when we approached the depot, the Cartels lit us up. I managed to get my commanding officer, who had been shot in the gut, to safety. That was when I was shot. Thankfully, my bone density is nearly four times stronger than humans, so, the first shot just barely nicked my hip bone. The other one, as you saw, went in one side and out the other."

Cuddled up to him, sharing his heat, Baeryn listened to every word he spoke with such intrigue. Fascinated and grateful for anything and everything he was willing to share with her. Only giggling when his lips pressed against that special spot on her neck. She held back her questions until the end, not wishing to interrupt him, enjoying just hearing him speak.

Taking his hand in hers she laced and unlaced their fingers, she couldn’t resist the urge to touch him, to just caress him. “I don’t know much about the El-Aurians. I’m not sure I’ve ever met one honestly.” She paused knowing full well what happened to their home world. That there weren’t many of them in Starfleet but there were a few. That was not something she was willing to bring up in this moment so she pushed the thought aside. “Your people, they possess empathic abilities of some kind correct?” She lifted her face to look at him, “Your mind is... quiet. Not that I’ve tried to listen, I swear! I would never invade someone’s mind without them knowing, not that I can really control it... sometimes.” She was rambling, nervous now that she admitted her greatest shortcoming.

David enjoyed being so close to Baeryn. He felt that he could tell her anything and everything. Feeling her interlace her fingers with his was very soothing, as if it was something they had always done. Hearing her question, he tried to think of how to answer.

"Well," he began finally. "It's more than just empathy. We don't just feel emotions. We...we feel everything. Not just from humanoids. We can actually feel the flow of space itself. Some can even feel differences in space-time. It's a bit different for each of us. Some are stronger than others. As for me? I'm getting stronger in my own abilities. I have been able to begin to feel the energies that permiate everything around us locally."

Baeryn's eyes widened with wonder. She was quiet at first, contemplative. To feel what he felt, seemed so much more overwhelming then her own unmastered abilities. Abilities she was still trying to wish away and ignore. Fear began to creep its way up her spine and she stiffened. Part of her was happy to be blissfully unaware of his inner emotions, it made being around him easy, the last few hours proved that. But there was a small part of her that wished she could glimpse how he felt, by more then just his body language. How he felt about her, how the energy around her felt. For some reason it mattered.

“What do I feel like to you?” She asked, not sure she was ready for the answer. Her eyes stayed focused on their hands.

Smiling softly, David thought about the question and how to properly answer it. Running his hands over the parts of her body that he could touch, he closed his eyes and concentrated. With his eyes closed, he replied. "There is a flash of energy swirling around you, as if it was trying to find a way inside. I feel a partial calmness deep inside, but the two feel as if they are at odds with one another. Above it all, there is a powerful...um... I guess the best description would be rhythmic pulsing that feels like is trying to bridge the two as one."

Opening his eyes, he smiled shyly. "I'm sorry if that wasn't really helpful. I'm still learning this part of me." He pulled her closer to him, burying his face in her curled and breathing deeply. "What I do know is, you feel perfect to me."

Baeryn was at a loss for words. She didn’t know what she did to deserve this moment, these last few hours, or what she did to deserve him. No one had ever told her she was perfect. No one had ever understood her like it seemed he did. There were no words she could speak that would do justice for how grateful she was for this moment. Mentally she knew she would visit this memory often for there would never be another like it.

She pulled back just enough so that she could study his face, to commit everything about his features to her memory. How he felt, how he smelled, how he tasted, but most importantly the way in which he gazed back at her with those ocean eyes. Looking at him though caused her insides to stir. The embers flicking to life again. Suddenly she wasn’t close enough, she needed more, more of him. She slid back onto his lap, straddling him once more. Both hands on either side of his face, her thumbs following the hard lines of his there until she brought her lips to his and kissed him tenderly. Not rushed or fiendish like before, but softly, longingly. “Thank you.” She murmured between kisses.

When Baeryn turned and moved back onto his lap, David gently, yet firmly, wrapped his arms around her body. His strong fingers spread and moved up and down her back, from her head, to her ass, then back up again, as if they were trying to memorize every curve of her body. When she kissed him, he felt a stirring below. "Thank you." He repeated. "I didn't know how much I was only existing until now. You brought me back to life."

His manhood fully aroused, they made love again. Not wildly and fiercely as before, but much more gently and intimately, their souls slowly merging together as their bodies intertwined on his bunk.



Lieutenant Baeryn Whavi
Chief Operations Officer U.S.S Elysium

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Corporal David Tonelly
Marine Sniper