Sometimes a foot rub is just a foot rub

Posted on Mon Jan 31st, 2022 @ 11:23pm by Gunnery Sergeant Nenaa [Sthilg]

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
1904 words - 3.8 OF Standard Post Measure

As soon as Captain Patani left the Gunnery Sergeant's quarters, Aspire locked the door behind her and turned to the Gunnery Sergeant. The nurse began undoing her bound hair as she told the other woman, "Gunnery Sergeant, there's something I need to tell you about myself."

" What would that be petty officer and please just call me Nenaa." The Orion replied with a warm smile.

Sitting down on Nenaa's bunk, Aspire continued. "Then call me Aspire, Neena. Actually, it'll be easier to show you. Do you have a recent wound, even if it is just a scratch?"

The orion pushed as she thought through before remembering one. " I caught myself on my suit when I got out of decon. Only a small scratch would that do?" she indicated to the back of her neck where she'd caught her helmet.

"That'll do. Do you have a mirror. where you can see what I'm doing to the back of your neck?" Aspire asked.

The orion chukled slightly as she pointed to one of the walls which was a whole mirrored surface. " They sure did looking at themselves back then."

Aspire nodded and adjusted the Orion so her back was facing the mirror. She then handed Nenaa a small mirror so the Marine could watch her own reflection. Aspire brushed the Marine's hair out of the way and placed her fingers on the scratch. The scratch suddenly disappeared.

Aspire turned her back to Nenaa and lifted her hair. The scratch that had been on the back of Neena's neck was now on Aspire's neck. Then the scratch disappeared.

The orion was stunned. " How did you do that?" She asked her mind trying to think of how such a feat was possible.

"It's something all my people can do," Aspire said as she turned around to face Neena. "We're empaths as well. The Federation ran across us...well. when Starfleet was wearing uniforms like this," the nurse continued, tugging at the hem of her miniskirt. "Most of my people are mute. I can vocally communicate because I have a human ancestor. Humans tend to get around," Aspire added with a giggle.

" They do indeed. So your species communicate empathically if you lack the vocal communication." The orion said standing up. " Can you get my suits realise mechanism? It's the small bump at the back of my neck." She said indicating it. It was already hard to reach.

"Absolutely," Aspire reached for the release before pausing. "You're not going to want to have sex with me, are you? You seem very nice and you're very attractive and if we had been dating for a while, it would be okay. It's just that I've never actually spent any real time with an Orion, and I didn't want to inadvertently do something that indicated...sorry, I just don't know anything about Orion customs."

The marine laughed slightly at that. " That makes two of us. I grew up on various marine bases being raised by my moms and dad. All human. I wish I had learned more about Orions when I was younger. Started reading about them now. " The marine explained.

"Sorry, I should be able to get a better read on you," Aspire said as she undid the Orion's suit release. "But like your Captain, I didn't take my pill either. So you smell and feel like..." Aspire paused, getting a faraway look on her face. "One of the human members of the Federation Observation mission on my planet, her name was Jessica Kringle, once a planetary orbit, she would make these confectionary dishes that she called Yuletide Treats. You smell and feel like her cooking area. Did your human family celebrate Yuletide?" Aspire asked as she squirted some of the cream in her palm and rubbed her hands together.

" Yes, my parents are Insular Christian's so they celebrate Yule. " The Orion said as her suit began to peel apart. Slowly pulling the two half's down and off she carefully picked it up before placing it on her bed. Her well-toned green body shone with the layer of pheromones the suit had caught.

The scent of vanilla baked goods and general "happy fuzziness" hit Aspire like a gravsled. With a happy smile on her face, she gently pulled the disrobed Neena to a sitting position on the Marine's bunk. The nurse began rubbing the cream on the Marine's back, her empathic touch removing the tension from Nenaa's muscles. "Did you sing songs and burn a Yule log?" Aspire asked, practically gushing.

" We did. Me my moms, brothers and sisters. Dad carving the turkey with a marine breaching tool for a laugh. " She replied with a laugh as she let out a relaxed sigh at the petty officer touch. " You have amazing hands has anyone ever told you that?"

"It's my Anjurwan touch. I should probably dial it back a notch," Aspire said with a giggle. The giggle had the quality of a toddler who had just told herself a knock knock joke. "And I don't need to get into trouble by getting my uniform covered with cream." Aspire quickly peeled off her uniform before continuing the rubdown, her empathic touch as strong as ever.

In a semi-childish voice, Aspire began singing as she massaged the Orion:

"Jolly Jolly Wenceslas, had a feast Norwegian,
Then he danced on the snow, 'til it's flat and even."

" You have a beautiful voice has anyone ever told you that. " The Orion replied breathing out freely as the woman hands worked. " Was that Good King Wenceslas?" She asked as memories of her own childhood flooded her mind.

"I...I think so," Aspire said, taking a steady breath. The nurse rubbed some more cream on her hands, inhaling the fragrance of the topical medicine she had been applying on the Orion's back. "I'm sorry, I don't normally go around singing Yuletide melodies. Your collected pheromones, when we removed your suit...they hit me stronger than I thought they would. As I said, Orion pheromones have an atypical response on Anjurwan females: they draw out sentimental feelings and memories. Why don't you stretch out on your bunk and I'll try to focus more on getting your skin covered and less on visions of sugar plums dancing in my head?"

The orion chuckled as she stood up and laid down on her bed. She was keeping the sheets that had been swapped out in the time disruption. " Better than being reduced to a nymphomaniac like so many others. Always wondered why my people developed such a trait."

"I want to say I read Orion pheromones are a mechanism to reduce competition," Aspire said as she removed her nylons before straddling the Marine's back. "I'd have to look at my notes, though. I make notes about everything," the nurse explained. "I have ambitions about being a doctor someday." Aspire began rubbing the cream into Neena's back in earnest. slowly scooting back to rest on Neena's legs as she massaged the Marine's lower back. "Let me apologize if I start singing again. Especially since I only heard Yule songs a few times when I was a little girl, and I'm pretty sure I misremembered the lyrics wrong," Aspire added with a chuckle.

" Don't be you have a lovely singing voice." The orion said looking over her shoulder with a cheeky grin on her face. " If the doctoring career doesn't work out you could be a masseuse easily. "

"I'm a scantily clad woman giving a massage to an undressed Orion female," Aspire said dryly. "If this were an adult rated holonovel, a delivery humanoid would be at the door with a traditional human recipe flatbread right now. Instead, I'm fighting the urge to sing about a quadruped drawn transport moving through landscapes covered by frozen precipitation." Unable to stop herself, Aspire found herself giving a staccato massage to Aspire's lower back and buttocks as she sang:

"Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, let's go
We're part of the show, we're riding in a wonderland of snow
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, it's something, better than a beach with sand
We're flying along in the snow of a wintery fairyland."

"This is so embarrassing," Aspire said, blushing but still humming "Sleigh Ride" as she moved down to begin oiling and massaging Nenaa's legs.

" Don't be. I won't tell." Nenaa replied with a pleased grin on her face. " If you treat all your patients like this you'll have a crew around the ship's saucer section."

"And they'll be calling me the Mistletoe Medic if I have the same reaction to all my patients as I do to you," Aspire answered as she flipped around to face Nenaa's feet. Lifting one of the Orion's feet towards herself, Aspire began to cover it with lotion while simultaneously kneading it. "As it is, you're getting premium treatment because you're like a...well, there were these things that predate holonovels called Hallmark Holiday Movies. I've never actually experienced one, but that's what I expect you feel like to me right now. I actually feel guilty for not taking the pill to counter your pheromones."

" Least I can do given this....." the orion started before she let out a purr of pleasure as Aspire kneaded her feet. " How long will this cream last? If the replicators stay down for a long time I'm going to feel really guilty if I have to be creamed up multiple times." She said with a sly smile and a cheeky wink.

"Well, the cream is only necessary for interacting with anyone who doesn't take the pill and gets, um, well, you know, sexually aroused by your pheromones," Aspire said, turning red. "According to your Captain..." Aspire's face took on a mock serious countenance and her voice became stern "...the Marines of this detachment will take these pills on schedule and by the numbers until such time as the Gunnery Sergeant has her suppression suit back. Do I make myself clear?"

Aspire's face relaxed and she giggled as she took Nenaa's other foot and began kneading it. "So you really don't need the cream except for going away from your detachment. And it only needs to be applied once a day, right before you go to sleep. I can put it on for you every night, if you like," Aspire suggested in a shy voice.

" Well............" Nenaa said looking straight at Aspire's face giving the petty officer a flutter of her eyes lashes. " Looks like we have a few more dates planned. "

"So I guess you can do your own front?" Aspire asked, suddenly feeling awkward as she held out the tube of ointment.

" Off course. " The Orion replied calmly.

On a whim, Aspire quickly leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on Nenaa's lips. "You taste like...home," Aspire said quietly, a hint of surprise in her voice.

Nenaa didn't resite the kiss simply smiling at Aspire. " I'll see you later." She said softly.

"Right, later," Aspire said, nervously standing up. The young nurse was so discombobulated that she couldn't sense her own emotions, much less the Orion's. Aspire quickly donned her stockings and uniform and gave the Marine a nervous smile as she repeated, "Later. Tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, Aspire hurriedly left the Orion Marine's quarters.

Nenaa smiled as the medical officer left before she turned to her own wardrobe. Now she had to work out how to get into the kirk era uniform.