Posted by Warrant Officer Jacen “Flex” Flexwood (Security Officer/Special Forces Division) in 18 Forward
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=^=Acknowledged=^= Jacen replied before looking at the nearby clock. He had a little over forty minutes to get ready which was plenty of time. He’d been wondering when he would see the fair doctor again. She’d made her interests abundantly clear the last time they saw each other and something in her voice indicated that she had some steam to let off. If he played it right, this could be very good evening…

Flex quickly cleaned himself up and touched up the line of his beard. He wondered what she meant by nice… it was quite a spectrum, but given that they were meeting in 18 forward he decided not to go fully formal. He pulled on a pair of black slacks that fit his form in the waist and quads before tapering to a looser cut at the ankles, black socks, and his favorite pair of black oxfords. Returning to the closet, he thumbed through various shirts until he found one made of an emerald green synthetic material. It was light-weight, thin, and silky to the touch. He buttoned the shirt and moved to assess himself in the mirror… he liked the way it fit hanging loose at the waist but fitting more snugly around the chest and biceps. Taking a moment, he combed out his hair and beard before applying product to keep them in place. Pleased with the final result he applied a couple spritzes of cologne that gave him a light musk scent tempered with a hint of citrus.

Jacen arrived at 18:50 to find he was there first. He made his way over to the far end of the bar and ordered a mai tai while he waited.

Flex

It didn’t take her long to get ready once she put her mind to it. A quick shower, powder and perfume and she was ready to slip into something sexy. She wanted to destroy any image Jacen might have of her in uniform. Looking in her closet, Aurra pulled out a Persian Pink, body conscious dress that she’d never worn yet. Once she slipped it on and looked in the mirror, she smiled. Oh yes, that was the look she was going for—lots of skin and it hugged her figure like it had been painted on. The doctor tousled her hair, added earrings and heels and walked out the doors of her quarters at 18:55.

On the short trip to the turbo lift, she intercepted a few appreciative looks which reinforced her decision on the dress. At precisely 1900 hours, Dr Aurra Talisse entered 18 Forward with eyes for one particular man. She spotted him at the end of the bar and started over.

—Talisse

As the door opened, Jacen’s eyes were immediately drawn to the form fitting pink dress. It was a sight not usually observed on a ship like this and he was pleased to see it on the woman he was waiting for. As she approached the hunger in his eyes would be obvious, but it was clear that had been her intention all along. The rest of his body language remained relaxed as he ever so slightly leaned to his left resting against he bar. “Care for a drink?” He asked as she approached indicating to the barkeep to get her whatever she desired.

“Dirty, vodka martini.” She carefully climbed onto the barstool next to him, one hand on his bicep to steady her. “You look very nice, Jacen…very nice!”

Sitting in one of the cushioned corner seating tables next to the viewing window was Nash and his daughter, Hope. The pair had come for an easy dinner out while Emily was working a little later than usual and Nash, seizing the opportunity, had decided he and Hope could do with a much needed Daddy Date so off to 18 Forward it was.

The pair had finished their meal and was finishing off their drinks as they chatted about school and the homework that Hope was hoping to get her father to do for her, especially the science and engineering paper that was almost overdue and that the young girl had forgotten about till the very last moment. In her eyes, her father had pretty much built this ship so he should have no trouble making something amazing that she could get full marks for, and prove to that Maybelle Spunkler girl that she knew all about building stuff.

A movement near the bar and a flash of color drew Nash’s eyes for a moment, and he recognized the ships new CMO making her way towards the end of the bar where, if he recognized the face, one of the ships other newish officers sat. The man was dressed far tidier than an average night at the bar of effort would need, and that drew his eyes back to the woman. He couldn’t help but smile.

The way she walked, a sway to her hips and shoulders squared in the mans direction, eyes singling the man out keyed him in that she was here for a purpose, that she was hungry, and her appetite was eager for the menu she had decided on. Within the space of a blink Nash’s eyes swam with visions of the woman as one of the old time attack jets in the movies he watched, bearing down on her target and then, Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt, taking the shot and scoring a bullseye. Then he blinked again and turned back to Hope, internally wishing the pair a fun night as he took his daughters hand and walked from the lounge, returning home.

Feeling relaxed, he took the half smoked cigar out of his jacket pocket and put it in the corner of his mouth as he walked, then heard the voice next to him. “I’m gonna tell Mom you have that again.” He looked down as his daughter was looking up, staring at him. “How about we stop at that little shop in the civilian area, the one called Just Desserts? Would that keep it between us?”

Hope nodded and smiled, and Nash grinned. He had no delusion that Hope would keep quiet about it, and new the moment they walked in the door that Hope would announce he had put the cigar in his mouth, but, Nash was clever enough to know that if he arrived with Ice Cream, his wife might not get too difficult about it. Peanut Butter Hersheys Chocolate should do the trick, he decided. “Who was that pretty woman in the Lounge?” Hope asked suddenly.

“I have no idea, I didn’t see one” Nash lied immediately, that was one bullet he couldn’t dodge. “Ask your mother.”

-Ethan Nash (Adding to the scene)

OOC: Added to in epic fashion! Brilliant!

OOC: I agree, what a fun and well written addition!! Thanks for taking a minute to add to the thread!

IC: Flex didn’t notice as the pair exited. His attention fully on the CMO. Once she was close enough and had a drink in her hand he leaned in where only she could hear his words, while feeling his hot breath against her left ear. “Here I was thinking you wanted a night out, and you show up looking so damn good that I want to skip ahead.” Hunger entered his tone as he lingered so that he could inhale her intoxicating scent.

Flex

It was something of a feat to cross her legs, dressed the way she was and balancing on a stool, but the doctor managed it with grace. “I hope my last minute call didn’t interrupt any plans you might have had.”

The drink arrived and she emptied half of it before continuing. “It’s been a surprising day for me, and I don’t mean that in a good way. I wanted to blow off some steam and hoped you might help with that.”

—Talisse

His head cocked slightly to the right when she mentioned having a negatively surprising day. Normally he would’ve asked for details, but he got the impression that she wanted to be distracted and not listened to this evening. The deep green of Jacen’s shirt only served to pull the color from his eyes more brilliantly as he held her gaze with his own. His voice was low enough to not be overheard, but carried enough assertion that she would not only hear him… but feel the intent of his words. “My dear doctor, I’m a man of certain tastes… do you honestly think you’re up to that?” The hint of a grin spread from his lips but stopped short of his eyes as they simply radiated hunger.

Flex

If he thought he was going to get her back to his quarters for some ‘slap and tickle’ without a little foreplay in the lounge, he had another think coming. Aurra downed the rest of her first drink and set the empty glass on the bar. Catching the waiter’s eye, she tapped on the rim of the glass and winked, signaling she’d like a refill. Jacen’s presence pulled her gaze back to him. “So, do you think you control the corner market on certain tastes?”

Jacen cracked a smile. The doctor had a bit of an edge to her… he liked that, it made things more fun.

Reaching up, her hand cupped his cheek, then trailed down his beard to his chest where the shirt was open. “Do you want to give me a hint about what you like, or shall we just see what happens?”

—Talisse

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Feeling her soft hand on his skin sent a sensation that was purely electric through Flex and only increased his appetite for her. “We’ll see how it goes for now. Would you like to grab a bite to eat while we’re here?” He asked. Jacen wasn’t sure of the Reman doctor’s alcohol tolerance, but he didn’t want the night to end too early because she had an empty stomach.

Flex

A little food was probably a good idea for both of them. “Sure, a little something sounds good. Let’s get a table though as it’s a little noisy here at the bar.”

Aurra got off the stool carefully, steadying herself with a hand on Jacen’s arm. Walking in front of him, she led them to a table by the large viewport. Seeing the two chair placed on either side facing each other, she turned to him. “How about I sit there?” Pointing, she suggested a place immediately to his left that would require him to move a chair. It would allow them to rub elbows.

—Talisse

Jacen helped Aurra from her stool and walked behind her enjoying the view as they approached the table. Seeing the indicated seat, he moved the chair out with his left hand so that she would be able to sit. At the same time he slid his right hand across the small of her back to her right hip and used it to guide her past the front of his body and towards her seat. Once she was seated, he easily moved her and the chair back in towards the table before taking his seat opposite her. Before either of them could speak a waitress arrived, placing a basket of bread and menus on the table and telling them that they could place their order on a PADD that was built into the table before she moved away.

“Honestly this is the first time I’ve been in here since boarding the Atlantis.” He said casually while his eyes catalogued the doctor’s face.

Flex

That statement surprised her. “Really? You know it’s the place to meet people casually? So, should I take that to mean you’re not a social creature?” Having been in 18 Forward many times, she knew exactly what she wanted to eat. A few taps to the PaDD and her order was done. Now her attention was free to settle on her dinner partner.

He looked really good and he smelled marvelous. Without thinking about it, Aurra found herself leaning toward him around the corner of the table they shared. Just give in… the voice in her head encouraged. Reaching out, she caught one of his hands and examined it. They were large with a few scars on the knuckles. “What happened here and here?” As she held his hand in hers, she traced the short, smooth lines with the index finger of her other hand.

—Talisse