Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Safe Harbors

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Safe Harbors

Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Safe Harbors
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The bed was huge so there was plenty of room whether she had moved or not. She had moved, in fact she had woken up at some point because instead of the blanket from the bed she was curled up under that same blanket Charles had wrapped her in that first night that he had also used as a makeshift toga. Sharah had inadvertently claimed it. Despite being asleep and the soft light of the water feature, Sharah looked rested, relaxed, and was actually smiling in her sleep.

Sharah

Charles smiled and said “Well sunnuva… look at that, V.” he whispered very softly. He pointed at her face and smiled.

Yavia nodded, putting an arm around his waist and hugging him. “That’s gorgeous,” she whispered back. Sharah’s feelings in her sleep were even more so, and V wished she could share that with TK, but she knew he did in his own way.

He crawled very carefully into bed on one side, leaving Sharah enough room to adjust as she felt in her sleep. He exhaled slowly and was soon asleep, but not before whispering “I love ya, V.”

Tenkiller

Yavia slipped into the bed on the other side, laying on her side facing them both. “I love you, too.” Yavia didn’t miss the way Sharah’s smile grew slightly nor the sense of contentment that flowed off of her. Even in her sleep Sharah could feel how they loved each other and her and their much deeper connection. Yavia brushed her hair back a little and kissed her forehead before drifting off to sleep.

Yavia

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Sharah woke as the tangle of limbs unraveled itself some. She had no idea who moved, it didn’t matter, it made her smile. She had no idea what time it was or how long she had slept. She drifted in a content half asleep state, listening to and feeling the people next to her. That was until she suddenly had to get up.

She opened her eyes, it was Charles who had moved. Good he woke up far too easily, Yavia slept like a bkava in a hurricane. She carefully extricate herself from the slumbers embrace of the other woman and then slid down to the end of the bed. She looked to make sure they were both still asleep and with a smile closed the door behind her.

Half an hour later, Sharah was showered and dressed and in the kitchen. The house was quiet but it didn’t feel empty. It felt warm and welcoming, like she fit, even while they were still asleep. She didn’t feel like she was intruding or a guest. This was home now, and right then Sharah’s fears and worries were very far away.

Sharah stood by the counter making hot chocolate and eating toast. The sun was rising and the colors and light coming through the windows was brilliantly beautiful. Her eyes landed in Hope and adjusting her perception a bit she could feel the simple joy all that light brought to the tiny tree. Sharah hurried down the stairs and into her room. She returned and pulled a stool around and sat at the counter sketch pad and pencils infront of her and began to draw.

Sharah

Warm hands went around her hips and wrapped themselves around her middle, and soft kisses landed exquisitely on the junction between her neck and shoulder. “If I’d ‘a known that you drew, I’d never have invited ya here. Two artists in such close proximity? It’ll be chaos…” Charles said with a grin as his hands slid slowly under her top and rubbed against her stomach.

Tenkiller

Her eyes closed, her head dropping forward as he kissed her skin. Her breath moved out ringed with a soft sound of delight at the contact. Her skin shivered under the warmth of his hands. “Oh well, I’ll try to keep my half of the chaos contained.” Any other time that statement would hold a depth of other meaning, but right then there was only soft amusement in her voice. She leaned back against his chest, and tilted her head back on his shoulder. There was a great depth of love and happiness and peace and home that flowed over him from her. “I didn’t wake you did I?”

Sharah

“Light sleeper, love. Hazard of the job.” he said with a smile. “But thats ok. So how are you doing? Feel better since your sleep?”

Tenkiller

Shara turned her head and stretched just enough so she could softly press her lips against his neck. “Sleep helped a lot. I feel better, a lot better than I have in…I’m not sure when.”

Sharah

Charles smiled at her and said “Well thats a good thing. You deserve to feel good. And I’m glad you are settling in here.” He kissed her solidly on the lips and then said “And since you so selfishly only made a snack for yourself, I guess it falls to me to make breakfast.”

Tenkiller

His kiss made her feel all kinds of things and reset her even when she didn’t need it. Sharah hugged him tightly before she turned and lifted the remnants of her toast and gave him a cheeky grin, “That is the extent of my cooking skills. I was being quite considerate, I didn’t want to burn the house down. You want something decent, you had better cook.”

Sharah

“Done… but you gotta go wake up V. I swear, that woman could sleep through drowning.” and he laughed as he moved to the chiller and began pulling out stuuf for a breakfast. He looked over his shoulder and grinned. “If she tries to keep you in bed, I want pictures.” and he laughed and turned back to figuring out what to cook.

Tenkiller

Sharah kissed him one more rime before she closed her sketchbook. “I don’t know how she manages her on call shifts.” She chuckled and headed for the stairs before pausing and turning bright red. She turned to look at him still red, “You want pictures come take them yourself.” She winked at him and headed down the stairs.

Sharah stopped in the bedroom door and shook her head. It was a good thing it was a big bed. Because now that Yavia had it to herself she was sprawled out taking up a little over half the bed on her own. It was impressive. Sharah moved onto the bed and sat next to her, watching her face. She lifted her hand fingertips reaching for Yavia. Then she stopped and rubbed the pads of her fingers against her thumb. She could do this. It had been awhile. When she studied on Delta when she was 12. She breathed deeply, focusing on her feelings and the meaning she wanted them to convey. Then she reached out and traced Yavia’s face with just the pads of her fingers.

Yavia woke to the most wonderful sensations washing over her. Happiness and a sense of loneliness. But not in a sad way, but the way you anticipate seeing someone after an absence. It tugged at her, a wishful sense of closeness for when she woke up. There was a soft sense of awe and wonder carried on a sense of being cherished. Exquisitely gentle love that was bright and warm. And finally the subtle wild hint of passion.

Yavia’s glacial blue eyes opened and darkend into a deep sapphire. Her hand reached up, tracing Sharah’s temple and across her cheek. Her finger splayed into Sharah’s silken curls as her palm rested in the back of her neck. Surprise and delight at such a willing and open connection from Sharah came through her touch. Knowing how afraid Sharah was and how isolated she had been, that connection was worth more than a ship full of latinum. Yavia pulled Sharah down towards her, pausing a breath away, letting their feelings swirl wildly together for a moment. Her lips brushed Sharah’s softly and then the kiss became deeper, but no less gentle. Yavia savored that connection, her hands roaming on their own. Letting their closeness grow and settle.

Some time later, she brushed Sharah’s hair back. “Mmm good morning Sweetheart.” She kissed Sharah again, her arm wrapping around hed waist and pullingbher closer. “You can wake me up like that any time.” She laughed gently as Sharah flushed. “Do you feel better, after yesterday?”

She looked up at Yavia’s eyes. “I feel good, Yavia. I can’t really explain it, but I do.” She kissed her…her what? She was so much more than a girl friend. They just belonged. “Come on, Charles is making breakfast.”

Sharah

“Glad you waited to tell me that. I like our time just us.” Yavia kissed her forehead and sat up and started tossing clothes at Sharah. “Come on, his food is amazing, but I am missing him too.”

They made their way up the stairs and into the kitchen. Yavia waited till he wasn’t doing anything and walked over and hugged him, laughing softly as she brushed at a fleck of paint at his hair line. “You know you would be in trouble if you had a cologne that smelled like breakfast. I’d really never leave you alone.” She kissed him firmly.

Yavia

“You don’t leave me alone now. Between the two of you, I’m surprised I can walk, let alone function.” and he laughed. “Go have a seat in the dining room. Table is set and Eggs Benedict with sauteed spinach is on the way. And yes, V… there is paw-paw juice for you.” He smacked her on the backside gently, but loudly, and smiled as she jumped slightly. He looked at Sharah and said “And where are my pictures?” and he grinned and turned back to the stove.

Tenkiller

Sharah was standing at the counter, sketch book open again, she grinned but didn’t look up, “I told you if you wanted them to come take them.”

Yavia grinned. “Don’t you act like you don’t instigate at least half of it, TK. You can’t keep your hands to yourself either. Not that we want you to.” She made a beeline for the table and grabbed the pitcher of juice and poured a glass, grinning.

“Hmmm,” Sharah mused at Yavia’s delight over the juice. “We’re gonna have to do something about that. We’ll be in trouble if we ever run out of paw paw juice for her.” She wandered her way over to the table, still sketching, and managed somehow not to run into anything. It was nerve wracking to watch and impressive. She sat in the chair cross-legged while she worked.

Sharah

“Hey I only get this at hime. The hospital doesn’t have it. It’s torrure I tell you, having to go all day without it.” Yavia grinned, “I mean you are a bit crazy over apple butter.” Sharah didn’t respond and Yavia peered over the table cranning her neck, “What are you doing?”

Yavia

Charles walked in and set down a plate for each if them. On each,a toasted English muffin with local bacon, sautéed spinach, and a poached egg. All covered with a light drizzle of hollandaise sauce. “Sketches down, Sharah. We don’t draw at the table while we eat. And yeah, that is almost verbatim what I was told growing up.” and he chuckled and sat down.

Tenkiller