That Same Morning After

Posted on Tue Apr 23rd, 2019 @ 5:30am by

Mission: Episode 1: Hell is a four letter word
Location: Anje Brett's Quarters
Timeline: MD 2 - 11h00
1023 words - 2 OF Standard Post Measure

Guilt.

Doctor Merella Swii ran her fingers through Anje's hair. It had once been black and silken and had poured between her fingers like cool dark water trickling over the bones of her fingers. Now it matted together in wet tangles. Loose strands heavy with sweat. Hot with the steam of her skin. The Starfleet officer that smelled of vanilla. Who tasted of strawberries. A voice that soothed even as it cried out with pleasure.

Merella was happy. She could hear her own breath. Before: it was waves crashing against rock -- always so much to do, so many things to put in their proper order. Now: it was a gentle surf, softly kissing the sand. This was happy. She shouldn't be feeling this way. People that were married. People that lied to get others into bed. What kind of a person could do those things, and be happy?

Guilt.

For not feeling guilty.

And she thought Liselle was supposed to be the crazy one.

Merella smiled at the sentiment.

Anje opened her eyes and smiled. She was feeling many emotions at that moment, guilt nowhere among them. She looked Liselle over and just felt amazed by the entire thing; how a woman like this, as nearly perfect as any she'd met in her life, could ever have gone for her, she'd never know.

What's more is she didn't care.

Liselle, the goddess of flight control who she'd taken more than one second glance at, had gone for her.

Of all people on this ship. Her. How? She was even the ugly one in her circle of friends, behind Gallia with her flaming red hair and Estelle with the perfect curves. But the gorgeous brunette had chosen her. She laid an arm across her lover's perfectly toned stomach, "You were wonderful." She said as though it was the most obvious thing ever before lifting her head to kiss the Trill's silky lips deeply, "Thank you."

If there had been even a brief moment where Merella had doubted herself and her actions today, that moment had now passed her by. Anje's words filled her with a warmth and a light that she had not felt in a long, long time. Sure, men and women alike would say their flowery things to her; but those words always came from a place of wanton lust and desire. When this Starfleet woman said them, there was a tenderness and a sincerity to them that touched Merella. "I feel happy," she whispered.

"Me, too." Anje replied honestly, she couldn't actually remember the last time she felt this level of happiness, "Haven't felt this good in a very long time." That was also true, this was the first time since the breakup... the first time since Cheline dumped her, that she had managed to feel good with someone else without feeling bad that it was with someone not Cheline.

Merella's eyes softened. She reached out to touch Anje's hair once more. "You remind me of a past life."

"Really?" Anje's eyes lit up, "You remind me of a wonderful dream I had once. The kind you think will never come true. Then, one night you walk into the gym to go swimming and there you are..."

"Oh, Anje. You don't give yourself nearly enough credit." She kissed the woman's forehead. "Believe me when I tell you that you are special. I don't do this sort of thing often. Believe me." Merella pulled herself up from the bed, reluctant to leave its warmth behind. "It's probably best that we keep this new relationship to ourselves, though. For now."

"Yeah, you're right, moya lyubov."Anje agreed, sitting up and catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror; for all the beauty that was this experience, she was now a mess. She laughed a little and continued, "Let them find out when we're ready for them to know."

"When can I see you again?"

"Any time you want to." Anje replied, kissing the beautiful Trill deeply, "No such thing as a bad time for you."

Merella's lips pulled into a mischievous smirk. "In the meantime, how do I get out of here without starting rumors racing throughout the ship? Site-to-site transport?"

~Little surprising she'd ask me that. Maybe this is the first time Liselle has ever snuck out of a girlfriend's room?~ Anje thought, then asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"Oh. Um. Right," Merella stammered. In her mind she quickly ran through several possible answers, and the unexpected scenarios that could result. With the wrong impression given, Anje might end up transporting Liselle from her seat on the bridge to her quarters. All while Merella remained here. And then Anje would start asking the computer questions...

"Actually," Merella reconsidered. The Trill woman began collecting her rather hastily discarded clothing. "We're probably overthinking this. Anyone that sees me leave these quarters will have no reason to suspect anything salacious." She winked. "At least not yet."

"You're so right." Anje agreed, "And if anyone asks I'll tell them you were helping me with my hair. I mean, I've constantly got it in a ponytail, they probably think it's all I can do. May as well take advantage of my perceived lack of style, right?"

Merella dropped her gathered clothing back to the floor once more. Eyebrow raised, her lips formed a devilish smile. "Speaking of taking advantage. How much time do you have?"

"As much as we need." Anje answered quickly, "A Russian isn't run by the clock." She laid back down on the bed, waiting for her lover to join her, ~This can go on as long as Stalingrad far as I'm concerned.~

"An interesting saying. It seems I have much more to learn about Russian girls," she said, joining Anje once more. "I hope you're a patient teacher."

"As patient as the winter itself." Anje smiled, "I'll make a PhD out of you if you wish."

"In that case," Merella smiled coyly. "Class is in session."

OFF

Doctor Merella Swii
Appointed Representative
Trill Symbiosis Commission

Lt. Cdr. Anje Brett
Chief Ops/Still Thinks She's With Liselle
USS Elysium