Interspecies Romance III: Love of the Dance

Posted on Mon Jan 4th, 2016 @ 6:29am by Captain Charybdis MacGregor & Captain Patrick O'Connor

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Mission: Taking Chances
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck Five, Captain O'Conner's Quarters
Timeline: 2265
Tags: 1stlove

As they both finished the salad portion of the meal and each took a sip of water, Patrick noted that Charybdis had allowed her foot to drop back down from where she had been gently teasing him. He saw this as a perfect time to spring one of his surprises on her. He leaned over and hit the control button, "Computer, execute program O'Connor alpha 1."

Suddenly a very elegant bit of music began to play and Patrick stood and walked around the table to her, "Might I have the pleasure of a dance?" There was a brief scuffling noise beneath the table, then she rose gracefully to face him, offering her hand and her arm with aplomb. He took her hand and guided her out to the open area of the room where he swept her in his arms, while they began to dance a slow and sensual waltz.

At first she was simply graceful, which surprised him not at all- he had observed her in motion and her demonstration of the female uniform faults with the Chief Engineer had certainly demonstrated to him that she was a surprisingly agile gymnast. As the dance progressed, he took note of two factors... her dancing became more precise, more elegant and perfect as he swept her across the floor to the gentle strains.

But as she did so he watched the expression drain from her face slowly but surely. Her movements became more and more on point, tuned almost mathematically to the rhythm of the music and flowing from one position to the next, but the animating spirit that set her apart from any woman he'd ever known seemed to vanish, and for the first time he could truly see her as a Vulcan.

Rational. Logical. Precise and perfect... but completely devoid of passion.

And just as he was seeing this difference, the music altered as he had planned it to, going from an elegant waltz to a far more sensual tango. As he took her in his arms, she could see a sudden surge of passion glowing in his eyes. She noted that the music had changed dramatically, as had how he was holding her as they danced. He was still moving elegantly, far more so than she might think he was capable of, but there was a sexual aspect to his dancing now, and the music seemed to mirror the passion.

Try as she might, she couldn't respond. Her body moved with perfect timing and responded to every action he put forth as he whirled her this way and that, the sexual dance of passionate lovers from ages gone by. But while her body did as it was bid, her face was simply... Vulcan. Internally she railed, but externally her perfect dancing was put off by the lack of emotion in her eyes. She could see his disappointment and it was heartbreaking to her... but she could not explain. All she could do was wait for the dance to be done.

As the dance ended he smiled as he began to lead her back to her seat, when she stumbled slightly then stopped him, both her hands on his arm.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Patrick... Vulcan dance lessons. When... when I dance, and it is a structured dance I get all..." she made an exaggerated stone-faced look that was quite comical. "It was wonderful, it was, and I should have said something, but once I get started, I am a bit like a ballerina wind-up toy... I can't stop, and I can't interrupt it on my own. I know... weird."

She looked up at him sheepishly from beneath her brows, looking terribly guilty about having ruined his surprise. "I keep trying, because I love to dance, and one of these days I will just be able to enjoy it, I will."

He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "It is fine, love. These are things we should learn about one another."

Her smile could have powered the engine room for a moment, and he could see there was some serious debate occurring behind her eyes.

As they moved to the table, the steward returned and placed the entree on the table. It looked delicious, but at this particular moment in time, he was more interested in her. Kissing her, even such a simple thing as a kiss on the cheek had really pushed his emotions about her to the surface, and he was having more than a wee bit of difficulty thinking about food right now.

The meal itself was quite good, everything cooked just right as far as he was concerned. He sipped the wine and let the alcohol in it help with soothing his nerves. The tables had turned in his mind, and now she was the one in attack position and he on the defensive. He couldn't help but notice that she was dawdling with her food, however... instead she seemed more interested in studying him with a faraway look in her eyes.

He decided that he would risk whatever might come and said sheepishly to her, "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Hmmm?" she replied lazily, then her eyes refocused and she sat up straight. "Oh! Um... I was... thinking. I mean, of course I was thinking, what else would I be doing, haha, that's why a penny for your thoughts, right. No, I was just... I mean... argh." She finished her nervous rambling with a gentle expression of frustration.

"Are you familiar with the phrase, 'A notch in the bedpost' by any chance?" she asked, deciding to go for broke.

He nearly lost containment of the water in his mouth. He swallowed hard, then coughed to clear his throat. "You weren't thinking that I was trying to simply add you to a list of conquered females, were you?" he said with a tinge of coldness in his voice.

"I do hope you don't see me as being so cavalier, for that is not my intent. My intentions are purely honorable." he stammered.

"Wait... wait, please let me explain. You see... at first, I couldn't figure out why you seemed to throw me so off kilter, and I couldn't afford that... new command, new ship, a myriad of responsibilities and I always have to prove myself, because everyone is excited when they think they are getting a Vulcan science officer, and then I am not at all what they expect."

"So when you came aboard and I couldn't think straight, I couldn't concentrate, Hades, I couldn't even speak without it coming out, um, suggestively, shall we say? I chose to believe that was your intention... so that I could dismiss you and retain my center and do my duty."

"But that simply isn't so, is it? I am no conquest to you, no prize to be won, no wild mare to be broken and ridden... your feelings for me are genuine. I can practically feel them radiating off of you."

"You do not want me for an hour, or a dalliance or even for a while, do you? You would not go to all of this trouble, and be this honest and open with your feelings. You want me for... well, for..."

He stopped her before she could finish, placing a finger to her lips so as to quiet her and spoke in a hushed and sincere tone.

"We can start with eternity and go from there," and then he kissed her passionately. Breaking the kiss after a solid minute he looked at her and spoke to her from the heart.

"You haven't anyone you need to please on this ship. The only expectations you need concern yourself with are those of yourself. Never be anything but that, and rest easy knowing that you have me here, and should you fall, I will catch you lassy."

With that she stood slowly, walked around the table and delicately placed her rounded rear end gently in his lap. Her hands came up to encircle his neck, and her violet eyes searched his own emerald greens for a long minute while her fingers toyed with the stubbly red hairs on the back of his head.

"I believe you," she said simply, and somehow he could sense just how much was contained in those three simple words for her. She leaned in close and held him as he brought his own arms up to caress her back, and he heard her sniffle.

"You have defeated me, Earthman," she whispered, barely audible despite the proximity of her full lips to his ears. "I will still kill you if you break my heart... but you win. I am yours."

He kissed her again, and they both let passion flow. When they broke the kiss she held him to her, touching their foreheads together as he spoke to her again in his hushed and gently reassuring tone. "Lassy, you already have my heart. If anybody is in danger of being hurt it is me. But worry not, I'll treasure every moment with you as if it were me last, and you will know what it means to be treated like a queen."

Softly he kissed her again, pushing forward how truly vulnerable to her was making himself. He wasn't acting the typical conquering hero; rather the gentle lover who wanted nothing more than to be with whom they loved.

She smiled at him, caught between joy and tears. "I'm not what I'm supposed to be you know..."

"What makes you think that?" he retorted.

"Oh... you know... " her voice quavered, then she kissed him, at first tenderly, then with increasing passion. When she broke the kiss and had caught her breath, she held his face in her hands and gazed deeply into his emerald eyes, then grinned that lopsided grin on the left side of her face while she raised her left eyebrow in the look he was coming to associate with her. He didn't know what she was and she wasn't about to tell him and ruin the moment.

"So where do we go from here?"

It was an interesting question, one he wasn't sure he had the right answer for. Only one thing came to mind, and he was unsure how she might take it. "Second star to the right, and straight on 'til morning." he said with a gentle smile on his face.

 

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