Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) in Nash’s Quarters: A Dinner Date?

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After another few beats of being close enough for him to sense her slightly ragged breathing and racing heart beat and to feel her body trembling slightly against his, she released her hold on him and took a step back. A wicked grin came over her face as she pulled her ponytail over one shoulder to play with it. She fought to direct her attention to the table and then looked back to him with one carefully raised eyebrow.

“What’s for dinner?”

Ensign Lemann, Med

Nash could think of several things he wanted other than what was on the table, but she had made it clear in Sickbay, no date, just dinner. He smirked as he pushed himself off the wall and moved past her to the table, letting his hand touch her hip and his fingers follow her waistline over her dress as he passed slowly. He had no trouble with where his eyes should be, they were on her and her grin, her pose as she toyed with him.

Nash’s fingers felt electric on her waist as he passed her and her eyes deepened to a darker green as she watched him watch her. Suddenly, she was regretting her decision to agree to dinner instead of a full on date. It seemed so much more intimate than their first romp on the Holodeck and she was much more in her element sharing an activity with someone rather than a one on one meal. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually eaten dinner with a member of the opposite sex and suddenly, here she was.

“After last night, I think I owe you something good seeing as we skipped most of dinner and went straight to dessert,” he pulled the chair out from one side of the table enough for her to sit. “I don’t think you will have much reason to complain, lets see if I have you picked out shall we?”

Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO

A surge of disappointment coursed through Jess as Nash moved past her to pull out her chair. She appreciated the gentlemanly gesture, but she had hoped that they might have delayed the “getting to know you” part just a bit longer. She sauntered past him and slid gracefully into the chair, crossing her legs such that her dress slipped up slightly to show quite a bit more of her pale skin. Looking up at him, she slowly ran her tongue across her upper lip and then commented with a toss of her head, “I’m not a complainer, Commander.”

Ensign Lemann, Med