Seeing Julien’s green mismatched eyes in the lounge had snapped Marishka’s devious mind into overdrive. It was troublesome walking into someone else’s spider web but she had a plan for that too. After spending a considerable amount of time modifying her domain, she was glad to be out of the lounge for the moment. She stepped into sickbay all dangerous Orion curves and Klingon strength. Hopefully Doctor Smith would be available.

• Marishka

As soon as she stepped into the large sickbay a nurse zeroed in on her with a smile. “Dr. King is waiting for you in one of the suites, please follow me.” she said and led Marishka to a separate examination room with two biobeds that were empty. Julien was standing with the back to them at the terminal at the opposite side finishing up some work as it seemed.

The nurse left and the door swished shut behind Marishka. As soon as it did she saw Julien’s frame tense up and his deep baritone voice said “Computer, lock room and initiate security protocol Stark 3-beta.”
The computer beeped an affirmative and Julien turned around to face her. The expression in his green eyes were just as she remembered them. Gone was the tame doctor.

He forced his android limbs to lock in place, otherwise he would have crossed the distance to her in a few strides, picked her up against that door and… oh how he hungered for her touch, her passion, the true Marishka behind that ravishing exterior… but many months had gone by and they hadn’t separated on the best of terms. He could not presume that she still wanted him. He couldn’t help inhaling her scent though, and he made no effort to hide the fact as his nostrils flared. So many things to say, how to start..

“I’ve missed you Marishka.” he said. “We can talk openly, here, Stark’s protocol gives this room some extra protection.”

• Julien

Talking wasn’t the first thing on Marishka’s mind when she saw those fiery green eyes. It didn’t matter how long they had been separated or what burden he chose to torture himself with, the fire in Julien’s eyes, at that moment, Marishka felt would always belong to her.

She walked slowly towards him and stopped at the last second. Raising one hand, she slapped him hard.

“That is for the past.”

And how suitable that she had picked his left, human cheek to deliver the blow. Since Julien felt he’d deserved it for some reason, he welcomed the pain in that blow that was a lot stronger than from a merely human female. It was bittersweet, as the heat blooming on the skin of his cheek made him instantly feel more alive than he had since.... for a very long time, and it instantly spread to the rest of his body. It seemed she was picking up right where they’d left off, giving him acutely, and unquestionably exactly what he needed. How she always managed to do that - he had no clue.

Leaning in, she took him in her arms and kissed him deeply, passionately, this was for their future.

• Marishka

The kiss came so sudden, so unexpected that any logical thought left him for a while and he became a creature of pure sensation, soaking in every sensation his senses were able to deliver to him at once and in full scope. Her intoxicating scent became his oxygen, the familiar yet exotic taste of her lips his drug and the way their bodies melded into each other his universe.
When he regained a certain margin of conscious thought again, she was lying below him on the biobed and taking his immense weight as she always had - without seeming to notice it at all. He became aware that he hadn’t let go of her lips for a micro second, so he forced himself to do that now, to draw a deeper breath, but also to look into her silver eyes up close again.

His single unruly black lock had fallen into his forehead again and he gave her a naughty grin that made the dimple appear in his left cheek.
“I guess this means you’ve missed me too? A litte bit maybe?” he asked, mischief and red hot desire in his eyes.

• Julien

Marishka never could stop one of those amazing kisses even if part of her still needed to put Julien in his place for leaving her on the Genesis the way he had. Didn’t he think she had the emotional capacity to go to Zahar with him? It had probably never even entered his mind. But all of that seemed like an argument that would happen in the distant future. She reach up and played with that lock of hair letting her long curved nails run over his scalp and down his neck.

“Yes, I missed you very much. And here I wondered if you still wanted me.” she said in a teasing manner.

• Marishka
  OOC: ey, we didn’t play out the parting, so who says he didn’t offer it to her? He might well have. Let’s just say while he was forced to go to Zahara to help deliver his child, she was forced to do what she did in that time. ;-)

The expression with which he held her eyes became fierce and he shifted his weight slightly on his right elbow that was next to her head on the biobed, freeing his left hand to run slowly up the side of her neck and up the side of her face, brushing his thumb over her lips, and up along her forehead, tracing her forehead ridges the way she liked it.

“I know what you want to hear now.” he said, his deep baritone voice rought with emotion. “You probably think that I wasn’t able to live through more than one single day or night without thinking about you, without seeing you in my arms in my mind, without having imaginary conversations with you, without dreaming about you in my bed and waking up with you, having to get a med kit to patch up the remnants of our love making…”

his hand fisted in her hair and he pressed another kiss on those lush lips. “…and you would be right.” he added. Part of his mind knew that they were now in a really complicated situation and that there were a lot of things to consider, but right now he couldn’t bring himself to. Ever since leaving her and his crew and later his children behind, there had been a black hole in his chest where his heart was supposed to be and right now, for the first time in many months, he felt happy again, as if his spirit had returned to him.

“I know there is a lot to talk about, but right now I just want to get lost in you again Marishka.” he said, inhaling her scent deeply and intentionally. He knew that her pheromones were fuelling his desire, not that that was needed in any way, but this time he didn’t switch off the receptors in his nose. No he wanted to get drunk with her scent, wanted the full exposure, the more the better.

• Julien

Marishka responded in kind digging her fingernails into the skin on his shoulder and growling.

Her growl never failed to trigger a release of adrenaline in his system, especially paired with the pain. On a certain level it brought him back to the colony, fighting Klingons over and over again. When he had first met her he had been worried about his reaction to her Klingon heritage, but somehow the Orion part of her changed his instinctive response to something altogether different, yet still dangerous. SHe knew that, and he knew that she could more than handle what he dished out, and he loved that about her.

“As long as we tell each other the truth, we can talk later.” she said shifting again.

They would probably have to leave this room soon but, for now, none of that mattered. Julien would probably have to conduct a physical on her, it was his job after all, and that might lead to questions.

• Marishka

“I have nothing to hide from you Marishka.” he said. “We have this room for 20 more minutes. It’s not long, but it’s enough.” he said and started removing her clothes.

OOC: Curtain ;)