Posted by Ensign Jessica Lemann (Doctor) in Ten Forward - Nash After Hours

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) in Ten Forward - Nash After Hours

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Oh, I’ll take your hand when thunder roars
And I’ll hold you close, I’ll stay the course
I promise you from up above
That we’ll take what comes, take what comes, love

He groaned lightly and laughed as Jessica wiggled in his lap, it was a tactical move by her to weaken his defences and in the position he found himself, Nash had no desire to put up much of a fight. The way he was feeling and the reaction her wiggling had caused, he could feel that resistance melting by the second but he wasn’t going to go down without a fight. If she really wanted to know who he was Nash was going to make her work for it.

“Oh that,” Nash said and shrugged, but his eyes flashed with mischief. “This was the last room left on the ship, but to have it I had to wear that red shirt and pretend I know what I’m doing.” His fingers returned to her chin, but one went over her mouth in a ‘shush’ motion and he grinned. “We can talk about your brothers another time, right now, Jessica, I want to know about you.” His fingers returned to following the curves of her jaw and neck back to her shoulders and he slipped one thin strap of fabric off her shoulder, raising his head and turning it so his lips could find the soft skin running to her neck and he ran his lips lightly across that spot while his hands moved to her waist under the robe, slipping around her smooth and firm figure under the damp top she wore still. “I want to know quite a lot about you.”

He raised his head and looked into her eyes, pausing from exploring the tender and delicate skin around her neck. “My name is Ethan Nash, and now you have my last name, it’s only fair to tell me yours. Who exactly are you?” He asked her, turning the question back around at her.

Lt Cmdr Ethan Nash, CTO

Jessica couldn’t have rolled her eyes harder at Nash’s ridiculous response. He knew exactly what she was asking and he was choosing to make it difficult for her to find out. She bent toward him, running her hands along his abdomen. Leaning down as though to passionately kiss him, her hands traveled up to his chest. Moments before her lips would have touched his, she rocked back onto her heels and flicked him hard in the middle of his chest. Two could play this game and she had 26 years of experience behind her.

Before he could react, her playfully angry green eyes connected with his and she demanded, “computer, whose quarters are these?”

“Oh you cheat,” Nash said, laughing and moving his hands to her thighs while she straddled him.

In the brief pause before the computer’s response, she raised one eyebrow while holding eye contact with Nash. “These quarters belong to Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash,” came the computer’s mechanical response. Her fingers tracing along his chest on the outside of his damp shirt, Jessica continued, “and what position does Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash hold on this ship?” Her fingers made their way up his neck and around the back of his ear as she waited. “Lieutenant Commander Nash is the Chief Tactical Officer of the USS Atlantis,” the computer replied.

As the computer finished speaking, Jessica’s fingers had made their way back into his hair and she tightened them in it, using it to pull her face back down near his. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it,” she commented, firmly kissing him to punctuate her point and then moving back. She swung her left leg over and rolled slightly such that she was seated next to him on the couch. Coyly, she looked over at him and commented, “would you care to help me get out of these wet clothes, Commander Nash?” She purposely ignored Nash’s question, once again thinking… two could most certainly play this game.

Ensign Lemann

Nash sat forward from his semi-reclined position and took her hand, then came to his feet and his ice blues flashed with his own humor and passion. He gently pulled her to her feet, his hand moving behind her neck and his fingers threading their own way into the delicate strands of her hair. Pulling her to him Nash dropped his head to hers and found her lips, kissing her deeply for what seemed minutes while his other hand, free of hers after pulling her to her feet removed his own jacket and let it drop on the floor. He didn’t stop kissing her while he did so, but changed hands halfway through so that she couldn’t stop either.

Finally, he let his lips part from hers and he smiled to her. “No rank,” he told her, “just us. Just call me Ethan, or Nash when you get angry at me. You can tell me your rank tomorrow.” Not waiting for her to answer him, knowing she was likely going to have some kind of sass filled retort, he kissed her again but used that as a distraction. His hands moved to her waist and he picked her up bodily so that her head was now above his and she could wrap her legs around him, but as she rose he let his lips travel down her soft skin and finish in the hollow of her neck between her shoulders where he gave her more attention.

“Let me help you out of those wet clothes,” he said as he lifted his head to look into her eyes with a small grin and turned for the bedroom. “I’d hate for you to catch a chill because I was distracting you.”

Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO