Posted by Lieutenant Navale Huzzen (Engineer) in Gamma Tiltium IV- Tropical Chemistry

Posted by Chief Petty Officer Sam Nazarian (Host of Florence’s) in Gamma Tiltium IV- Tropical Chemistry

Posted by Lieutenant Navale Huzzen (Engineer) in Gamma Tiltium IV- Tropical Chemistry
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For a little while, he just enjoyed this, enjoyed her. There were definitely moments when part of his brain wanted to escalate the intimacy, but he restrained himself. Even if it was what she wanted, he had a special surprise and didn’t want to miss out on the moment because they were… distracted.

Eventually, he pulled his lips from hers and rested his forehead against Navale’s. “Who needs the wine?” he said with a throaty chuckle.

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

Navale hummed softly while she caught her breath. “Not me, you are intoxicating enough, Sam.” Her fingers trailed across the back of his neck, over his shoulder, and down to rest against his chest.

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

Her fingers left a tingling trail across his skin and beneath his shirt. He moved a hand to rest it on hers and pulled back to gaze deeply into her eyes. There were many things he could say, but none of them felt right. So he just smiled deeply , slipped his fingers around her hand and and gave a squeeze.

Navale flexed her fingers around his hand and smiled warmly. She savored the last lingering moments before straightening up.

“Shall we finish our meal? I happen to have dessert and then it should put us at about the right time for something special.”

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

“I thought this already was special.” Navale grinned. “But I am more than ready for whatever delight you brought for dessert.”

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

He chuckled. “Well, I do believe we’ve established previously that dessert is a must for it to be considered a complete and proper meal.”

Reluctantly, he shifted back to his place at the little table and continued to enjoy the fish and coconut/vegetable dish.

Navale ate every last crumb. It was delicious.

When they were done with the main course, Sam carefully packed up the dishes and reached into the cooler. He pulled out a square glass dish and pulled off the lid. Inside, were small bright yellow squares. He went to hold the dish out to her and then pulled his arm back, eyeing her suspiciously, thought there was a distinct glimmer in his eyes. “Now, I’m not sure I should share these with you, since I’m worried you might not leave any for me, given how much you seem to like sweet treats and these flavours.”

Her hand dropped as he pulled it away. She tapped a finger to her bottom lip. “Hmmm well what if I promise to leave at least half for you, and I’ll promise not to corrupt your replicator if you promise to make me more.”

“You forget I can fix my own replicator, should it become necessary, so I’m not sure it’s a fair bargain,” he countered.

“Knowing I know that, you should expect a challenge,” she grinned and wagged a finger at him.

He winked at her. “But I think I am willing to take the risk.” Sam held out the dish to her so she could take one. “Lemon coconut squares. Very simple dish all cooked at the same time.” It ended up being a soft cookie crust bottom, with essentially a set lemon curd in the middle and toasted coconut on the top.”

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

Navale watched him carefully to make sure he wouldn’t pull the ddish away again. She grabbed one and pulled it to her, playfully hoarding it. She took the first bite and moaned loudly. It was better than that lemon drink he made her. It was decadent and euphoric for her taste buds. “Oh Sam. I will sneak into the lounge and turn it upside down to get these.”

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

He laughed with delight, not just at seeing her delight, but the mental image of her rummaging through the bar trying to find where his stash of goodies was hidden. “I’m so glad you enjoy them,” he said, setting the dish on the table and plucking out one for himself. There were half four left, both in anticipation of the desire to have more of them, but also to force restraint.

“Mmmmm, very much.” She sighed as she took another bite and eyed the remainder. They were just the right amount, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t want to stash the rest for later.

Taking a bite, he turned his attention to the evening sky- now dusk- and knew it was almost time. The square was one of those things that was a perfect bite, not unlike their main course. The cookie crust was soft and provided a neutral counter to the intense lemon flavour. The tartness was perfectly matched by the sweetness of the coconut and the richness of the curd came off as light. “I learned to make these one of what I dub my LR&Rs- Learning R&Rs. I am happy to relax and do nothing, but something about being around new people in a new place and letting someone teach me something new is just really rejuvenating. There’s no stress, no outcome I’m trying to achieve, no demands.” He smirked. “And there is a possibility that on said learning adventure, I might have eaten half a pan of these all by myself.”

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

Navale laughed, “Just a half a pan? Your first try must not have been this good.” She shook her head, “I get what you’re saying. It’s fun to not have all the answers, to try something new just because it is a new experience, and not the need to find an answer. Just have the experience.”

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

“Exactly,” Sam said with a nod, reaching unabashedly for a second square. “I joined Starfleet and wanted a life in space because I was open to new experiences. If I had wanted predictability, I’d have stayed in Prague and helped my grandparents with their mercantile.” He gave a half shrug. “Some days I think there’s more than a little of the maternal line’s wanderlust in me,” he said with a grin.

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

Navale finished the last bite of her square and then took a sip of the punch. Her nose wrinkled as the stark flavors and textures tickled her taste buds while warring with each other. It was good, but surprising. “I think most everyone in Star Fleet has a little bit of wanderlust. Otherwise no one would choose to stay.” She reached for another square and took a bite, closing her eyes again as the flavor burst on her tongue and the square melted in her mouth.

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

“True that,” he said, watching her expressions shift over her delicate face. But more than that he could feel that heady pleasure that he too felt from the very simple dessert. He suddenly had the desire to kiss her again, but put a pin firmly in thought. Not yet, but definitely again very soon.

Sipping the punch made him feel like it might as well be spiked with something. He had certainly no expectations of this evening other than to continue to enjoy her lovely company. It felt like they had upped the possibilities several levels and it was such a nice change!

Finishing his square, Sam watched the last of the light fade from the horizon, the only light around them being the lanterns he’d set up and the lights from the yacht where their skipper was having his own lovely meal that Sam had put together.

“I’m going to save my last square for later, but you’re welcome to yours now.”

~Sam, Host of Florence’s