Hello Naxea. *mild adult themes*

Posted on Fri Dec 10th, 2021 @ 5:04pm by Lieutenant Commander S'hib & Lieutenant Colonel Azhul Naxea

Mission: Season 5: Episode 3: CAPETOWN
Location: S'hib/Naxea's Quarters
Timeline: Current - After away teams have returned
1305 words - 2.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Having arrived while Naxea and the others were on the surface, S'hib had taken the time to finally strip off his tattered uniform in their quarters, triumphantly scrunching it into a ball with a bit too much enthusiasm before placing it inside the mass recycler.

"My body can breathe again..." He sighed loudly before shaking himself from head to tail, mindful to keep his left arm to his chest despite the sling being draped over the side of a sofa arm.

He was glad to be home, truly home... in a room that still faintly smelt like himself, though it was the intoxicating aroma of his lone herd mate that made his heart beat faster.

"Thank the dunes you aren't here..." He muttered to himself as he looked around their quarters. "Because I absolutely stink of sweat..." S'hib snorted as he stomped his way to the bathroom, sighing deeply as another wave of scents filled his lungs, stopping him in his tracks and making him close his eyes as a pleasant chill ran down his spine.

Once he was back in control of his body he knelt down and opened a cupboard under the sink. "Computer, recalibrate the sonic shower for deep clean, Sequus physiology... activate when ready." He commanded as he grabbed a sonic hand scrubber and quickly tested to see if they still worked as the shower behind him turned on.

"I need a shave..." He mused, staring at his body in the large mirror over the sink, his coat having grown thick and slightly dishevelled. "It'll have to wait though." S'hib added as he climbed inside the shower, his body bristling all over as dead hair, dirt and sand was removed.

He stood there in silence for a while, the sonic scrubber humming aimlessly in his right hand, he had hardly stopped or slept in the last few weeks, his mission on Sequella almost killing him... his people, his world.

But that was all over, thankfully... and things could return to whatever was classed as normal aboard the Elysium, the thought putting a smile on his face as he finally raised his hand and started to wash his body, unaware the door to their quarters had opened.

Entering her quarters had been a rare occasion lately as Naxea had spent most of her time down in Marine Country. The few times she had entered was mostly to grab a change of uniform or shower, which was her reasoning for entering now. The sounds of the sonic shower running caused her to stop mid stride into the room. Her mind first went to an intruder but who would want to break into her quarters? Curious, Naxea walked softly towards the sonic shower. Her worry dissipated when she spotted the large form of a familiar Sequus. "So, you finally decided to return, huh?" she said as she leaned against the doorway, crossing her arms.

"Nax!?" S'hib neighed in surprise as he turned around, bumping his head as he leaned out of the shower. "Ah, damn it." He winced, recoiling back into the shower. "I was hoping to be all cleaned up before I said hello..."

Naxea grinned at him as she was happy to see him but the way he had left still hurt her. "So, did you get everything settled?" she asked.

"Just about," He quipped, leaning back out slowly his left arm cupped up against his chest, skin visible where his coat had been shaven clean. "Saved the world, broke my arm... you know how it is." S'hib added with an awkward smile, entirely underselling the feats he had accomplished on Sequella, that and the horrors he had learnt.

"How have you been?..." He added, the distance between the shower and the doorway Naxea was leaning on feeling almost as vast as the desert he had trekked across.

"Nothing such as saving your species," she said as she sighed. "The ship was boarded by genetically enhanced psychotic humans bent on killing everyone aboard then dealing with a shifting temporal phenomenon on a planet. How is your arm doing? Did you get Doctor Sthilg to look at it yet?" she continued.

"The ship was boarded, with you around?..." He smirked, stepping out of the shower, its gentle hum still echoing around the bathroom. "They didn't stand a chance."

His smile grew even more as he slowly clicked forward, placing the sonic scrubber down on the counter.

"First thing I did was come here, my arm... everything else can wait."

"You haven't been to Sickbay yet?" she asked, worried. She was annoyed at his leaving but she still loved him and cared for him. "You stubborn ass. Finish getting cleaned and let's get you to Sickbay," she made her way towards him and stopped before giving him a hug, trying her best to avoid touching his broken arm.

"It's not still broken, just aches..." He laughed, embracing her with his good arm while craning his neck down, placing his head against the back of hers. "My bones are a lot denser than yours, hard to break but when they do... it will take a few more regenerative treatments... and some good old-fashioned rest." He finished, kissing the top of her head, leaving his lips pressed against her hair for a long moment.

"Then we should get you to sickbay," she began, pausing before looking down at his member and then back up at him. "After you get dressed, of course," she smiled, before kissing him passionately on the lips.

"I have... spent," He spoke while kissing her back. "The entire time... on Sequella, clothed..." S'hib added, finally breaking the kiss to look at her intently. "Please let me stay as I am, just for a bit."

"You were clothed on your planet? I thought everyone was naked on your planet," Naxea questioned as her hands moved lower, down across his stomach.

He smiled, letting out an audible sigh as her fingers trailed down his stomach. "They are, self-expression through our bodies is very important to my people, but I was there as a Starfleet officer, Naxea, not one of my people..." He said softly, running his hand over the side of her neck, trailing down over the contours of her body with the back of a finger.

"But... the next time I visit Sequella, there will be no uniform... because you will be with me." He finished, closing his eyes briefly and focusing on her fingertips, feeling his muscles tense as they moved over his body.

"Oh, is that so? I would hope so," she replied. "I would have gone with you this time had you asked." Her hands stopped at his member, grasping it softly in her hands, stroking it.

"That... wouldn't have been... possible." He snorted, struggling to finish the sentence with her delicately soft fingers distracting him so. "I'll explain later." He quickly added, his hands already hastily unbuttoning her uniform collar.

Naxea smiled as her uniform top was hastily undone, nearly being ripped in the process. She shed her jacket as her green undershirt was pushed down past her waist. She grinned as his member became fully erect in her hands. She had nearly forgotten just how big he was.

"I get the impression you've missed this," He grinned, tensing in her hands as he looked down at them, grasping eagerly at him. "Because I know I've missed your hands..." He sighed happily, feeling her nails trailing up and down his length.

"Perhaps....besides, I have to welcome you home somehow," she chuckled softly. She slid the rest of her clothes off before grabbing his hand and leading him to the pit.

He followed her lead, glancing over his arm to her toned and plump bum with an eager grin over his face. "Computer dim the lights by forty percent."