USS Atlantis
Ten Forward - Nash After Hours
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) in Ten Forward - Nash After Hours
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“On second thought, maybe not,” she commented as she sprung herself back at him, landing on top of him just as another wave trickled in around them. Her hands clutched his face with surprising firmness as she brushed her own kiss over his lips.
Ensign Lemann
Nash wrapped his arms around her waist as she lay on him, and his lips joined hers again. This time the gentleness was still there, but his kiss was stronger, firmer like hers in his way.
Then, Nash rolled and moved so that Jessica was under him, one of his hands moving up and brushing away the hair that again stuck to her cheek from the water around them as he looked into her eyes and smiled, soft and dashing and at that moment Jessica was everything that he was aware of. His head lowered and his lips found hers once more, and he let the kiss linger while he tasted both her and the salt that lay on her lips.
Nash’s fingertips travelled over her cheek as he kissed her, moving gently to her jawline and following that back to her neck, his fingers softly brushing the smooth skin between neck and shoulder as he gently broke their embrace and smiled down at her. “You know maybe we should move to dry land,” he said and grinned, then glanced along to the beach house at the end of the beach. “You seem hungry, and we should get dessert.” He looked back down at her, and playfully brushed his lips over hers again while his fingertips followed the curve of her shoulder.
Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO
Jessica let out a small “eep” as Ethan rolled them over but the sound was quickly captured by his kiss. Her mind briefly wandered to note that this was not where she thought her evening would go when she walked into 10 Forward, but his hands on the bare skin of her neck and shoulder quickly made her lose her train of thought as her hands wandered to his back, enjoying the wet and slightly sticky feel of the salt water on his clothes.
The mention of food brought her back to reality again for a moment and she pondered the options, letting out a small giggle as Ethan’s fingers brushed over a ticklish spot on her shoulder and then letting the giggle be captured by his lips on hers. Before he could pull away, she wound her fingers into his hair and kept him there, deepening the kiss for a moment before slightly abruptly tugging him back just enough to murmur impishly, “well, I sure am hungry…”
With the skill of a youngest sister and a lifetime of wrestling, she dug a foot into the and below her and used the element of surprise to roll them back over, ending astride Ethan with a charming grin. Bending over with one last teasing kiss, she got to her feet and with a wicked smile, extended her small hand to help him to his feet.
Ensign Lemann