Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks

Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks
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Hammor moved from his chair to the edge of the table. A large green hand settled on her bare shoulder, but it’s touch was delicate… gentle… almost unreal considering the size of it. He slowly pulled her shoulder back to him so she would face him.

Viyara tried to resist at first, but the gentleness of his touch shifted something in her and she stopped, letting his hand turn her towards him again insted.

“My darling wife…” he said with a gentle and friendly smile,”… you don’t have to hide tears from me. I’ve shed plenty of my own. I don’t judge, and I don’t think you are weak. If you want to take a few and let some of that go, go ahead. The room is sound proof and I can just light up the ‘Privacy Please’ light on the door. Besides, what better time to let go than when you are naked with your husband?” and he smiled again. He reached over to the table and hit a small blue button that then glowed softly. He then sat on the chair next to her, thigh to thigh.

“There. No one will come in until we turn that off. Now… c’mere.” and he wrapped one large arm around her and pulled her into his chest, face first so he didn’t see her.

Hammor

For the first time in a long time, Viyara let go of the mask she was almost always wearing and the wall that was always around her. Pulling legs up so that her thighs were almost touching her chest while mostly resting on his thigh, she leaned into Daggum and didn’t even try to stop the tears that were flowing down her cheeks now. Her slender frame was shaking slightly with silent sobs and for several moments she just sat there, crying.

Daggum’s arms encircled her, lifting her onto his leg so that she was settled against his frame. He didn’t speak, didn’t move… save for a slight rocking.

While the tears still run down her cheeks, her sobs started to ease. Her voice no more than a whisper, she found herself saying, “I’m afraid to talk about my past. I’m afraid of what will happen if I do. I am afraid of getting hurt again, of reliving what happened. But I also can’t stop thinking about it. Not for long anyway.”

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum remained silent for a moment, making sure she had said her peace. “Talking about your past is something most people are afraid of. Our past has shaped us, for good or ill, into who we are. Most are lucky… their past is simply a series of events they can look back on and slowly forget. But for a few… those like us…” and he emphasized the word to let her know she was not alone, “… for us it was a crucible that burned and crushed and shaped us with fire and pain. So its okay to not want to talk about it. And it’s okay to be afraid, V.” He used her initial because it simply felt right. “But if you keep thinking about it… doesn’t that mean you already are reliving it? You deserve better. Because after all, you really did reach the stars… right?” and he kissed the top of her head without realizing it.

Viyara sniffled a little and then nodded. Daggum was right of course. But where did that leave her?

“Don’t forget your past. But don’t forget to be proud of what you have become now, either. Because from where I am sitting… you are a woman anyone would be lucky to call their wife.” and he pulled back and looked at her, smiling as he gently wiped away the tears.

Hammor

“How can I be?” Viyara asked quietly as locked her eyes with Daggum’s. She wanted to believe him. Wanted for his words to be true. But she just couldn’t. It was the opposite of how she saw herself when she looked inside herself. “What is there to proud of? And I don’t think I’d be good for anyone as anything other than a friend. And even that I’m not entirely sure of,” she continued. By now her sobs had, to her annoyance, turned into hiccups, but a few tears were still running down her cheeks.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum smiled and said “You have a great deal to be proud of, I think.” He adjusted her so she was squarely on his lap and looking at her, not paying attention to their current state of undress.

As Daggum shifted her position on his lap, Viyara wrapped her legs lightly around his waist and placed her hands above his collarbones without caring about how intimate this was.

“First of all, you graduated from the Academy, right? Think about that for a minute. Less than .0001 percent of all of the Federation even gets accepted to the Academy. And then, less than 65 percent finish. So that’s something. Another thing… you have learned skills that most people only wish they could learn. Forensics?Dancer? Fighter? Tattoo aficionado? C’mon… those are amazing skills.” And he looked at her intently, taking her chin in his fingers and locked her different colored eyes with his bright emerald green ones.

Her eyes locked with his, Viyara nodded a few times here and there. “When you put it that, I think I can see what you mean,” she said slowly.

“And you survived, V. You took it and you survived. It wasn’t luck. It wasn’t chance. It was you. And that is something you should always be proud of. Because I know how hard it could be… and I’m proud of you. So you should be proud of you, too.” and let his hand drop slowly from her chin to settle on her leg.

Mr. Hammor, Betrothed of Mrs. Hammor

Before she could think and stop herself, Viyara leaned slightly forward and touched her lips lightly to Daggums, kissing him ever so softly and tenderly. Realising what she was doing, though, she pulled her head back instantly. “I’m sorry Daggum. I …” She sighed and shook her head. She could kick herself and just hoped that he wouldn’t be upset with her.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum smiled and said softly “What do you have to be sorry for?” and he took her chin in his fingers again and leaned forward and kissed her back. He held her lips there for a long moment and then released her and pulled back.

A small smile tugged at her lips as they kissed again.

Smiling, he said “And you are a great kisser… chalk up another one in the ‘to be proud of ’ column. No wonder I married you.” and he laughed gently.

Mr. Hammor

“Thank you,” Viyara replied with a soft laugh. “I can definitely return that compliment,” she smiled and then leaned against his broad chest for a moment.

Sitting fully upright again after several moments, Viyara looked at Daggum and asked, “What do you think, shall we allow the staff back in and see about that mud bath?”

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum stuck out his bottom lip in a mock pout. “I was kind of enjoying the kissing…” and then he smiled. “But I suppose a nice warm bath is in oder… especially if I am taking it with you.” and he gave her a wink. Without looking, he reached back and pressed the button and then looked down at V’s legs wrapped around him. Cocking his head to the side, he gave her a side-eyed glance.

“Why my dear Mrs. Hammor… whatever will the staff think if they see us in such a position?” and he grinned wickedly.

Mr. Hammor, Betrothed of Mrs. Hammor