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

<snip>

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.

Jessica’s desire to fight, playful or not, slowly began to melt as Nash held her against him. She reluctantly allowed him the room to free himself from his jacket, but as soon as it was off, she melded to him, as if trying to make sure every part of her touched every part of him.

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.

“Of course, Com…” came the retort, quickly muffled by Nash’s lips on hers again. Her body tensed briefly at the unexpected movement by Nash, but her legs quickly found themselves intertwined around him. Her skin flushed pink again as her head dropped back slightly to allow Nash easier access to her neck, causing her hair to cascade down her back now that it had had a few minutes to begin drying. Her hands found their home again in his hair, mostly gently gripping parts of it.

“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

Nash had successfully managed to take her voice away and so Jessica simply nodded, desire lighting her eyes. Her gaze traveled to the bed and she leaned down to kiss him again, pouring all of herself into it. Ever the athlete, she easily clung to him as they moved toward the bedroom.

Ensign Lemann