USS Zhukov - Science
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				Title: <strong>USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 17:53:42</strong>
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				The science department on the Zhukov is full of sensors and high tech equipment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 22:57:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Bot shook her head, her brain indicating the way she had notified Havuk his manners were far from socially acceptable had been a bit extreme. She did somehow understand his way of thinking, being deeply touched by her teacher's death as well and knowing the deep pain grief brought along. It must've been a tough thing for him to go through. Even as a half-Vulcan. She noticed how he had tensed up, seeing what kind of mistake he had made. Just as she wanted to speak up to Havuk, he walked off, clenching his fists a bit as his eyebrows twitched, two signs Vulcans showed when they were dealing with stress. And so she decided to send him a message on his PADD, writing it instantly with it containing her apologies on her rant at him. She could have been somewhat nicer towards him and was sure that would mean she had a small defect in her programming. Now having nothing more to do than to greet the other officers, she walked off the bridge, towards her private dormitory and decided to "freshen up" quickly before heading to science.<br><br>Once she had entered the science devision of the starship, Leta noticed she wasn't alone and walked up to the taller man, placing her hand upon his shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 00:14:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Havuk was busy laying out the items in the crate of positronic brain tools.&nbsp; He heard someone enter but did not turn around.&nbsp; He was occupied with his task and with the recent events.&nbsp; Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.&nbsp; It send a surge of energy up his spine, being touched that way, and it made him flex his muscles.<br><br>He turned around and saw her.<br><br><strong>"Ensign Lister.&nbsp; I was expecting your presence here in the labs after the captain dismissed us.&nbsp; I imagine you visited your quarters before coming here.&nbsp; That is acceptable.&nbsp; You appear to be..."</strong>&nbsp; He looked her up and down, <strong>"... refreshed.&nbsp; Now, regarding your message..."</strong><br><br>He examined his PADD and reread what she wrote.<br><br><strong>"... It was I who owed you an apology, Ensign Lister.&nbsp; All of your points were valid.&nbsp; But I appreciate what you wrote, and I hope we can work well together.&nbsp; Since you are here, let us start now, shall we?"</strong><br><br>He took out the remaining tools.&nbsp; There were lots of fiber-optic cables and a couple of diagnostic tools.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Please place all these items under that the workbench over there, Ensign.&nbsp; That area will be designated specifically for cybernetic implants and positronic networks."</strong><br><br>He pretended to look at his PADD while watching her from the corner of his eye.<br><br>She seemed to be putting herself on display for him.&nbsp; The way she bent over at the waist over the desk to get her PADD was just the right angle for him to get a look at the way her bottom was hugged by those tight, black uniform pants.&nbsp; He could even see the outline of her panties around her waist and her legs.&nbsp; Her ass was shaped like an upside down heart, and the gap between her thighs seemed to perfectly outline the swollen parts around her the dip that was her slit.&nbsp; Havuk took a deep breath and held it as he felt himself grow aroused.&nbsp; He wanted to kick her legs apart, pull down the lower half of her uniform, and plow into her hard and fast.&nbsp; He sighed, trying to regain control, trying to suppress the tent that was already starting to grow out of his pelvis.<br><br>As if that was not enough, she dropped a bunch of papers.&nbsp; Again, she bent over, this time giving Havuk a view of her figure from the side.&nbsp; She had a trim waist, and the curves of her ass and breasts cme out of her pelvis and ribs in a most appetizing way.&nbsp; She held the pile of sheets against her chest, which made her perky bust move up and press together.&nbsp; Havuk closed his eyes tightly for a moment, but opened them immediately because he simply could not take his eyes of the young ensign.<br><br><strong>"I can assure that no one found your reaction to me unreasonable or inappropriate in any way, Ensign Lister.&nbsp; If anything, I was surprised that an android such as yourself reacted the way you did because it was remarkably like a human, which only served to support your point about your autonomy.&nbsp; I cannot help but feel a bit envious of your response, as I, too, wish to be more in touch with my human side.&nbsp; in fact, your desire to seek improvements is yet another very human aspect that you exhibit.&nbsp; For example, a computer would not seek to improve itself.&nbsp; You, on the other, do wish for that.</strong><br><br><strong>"It is my opinion that better programming is unnecessary at this point, ensign.&nbsp; However, it would not hurt to run some diagnostics on your positronic brain.&nbsp; We do, after all, want to have you running at peak efficiency so that you may perform your duties to the best of your abilities."</strong><br><br>Havuk took out some devices from under the workbench and placed them on the smooth, clean surface.&nbsp; He stood in front of Lister as she sat down in the chair near his equipment.&nbsp; He looked down at her pretty face, especially those soft, kissable lips, and imagined her wrapping them around some other equipment of his.&nbsp; The bulge in his pants protruded a bit more, and seemed to throb along with his heartbeat.<br><br>The lieutenant commander ran his fingertips gently through the long strands of corn silk-like blond hair on her head.&nbsp; His fingers gently scratched along her hairline and scalp until he found the panel.&nbsp; With the push of a finger, the panel opened up, revealing mechanical components and blinking lights.<br><br>Havuk turned to the side to get the cables and plug, but his stiffness brushed up against her arm as he did so.&nbsp; He held her chin with one hand to keep her head still as he used his other hand to insert the plug into the port on the side of her head.<br><br>He connected the other end to a special tricorder specifically for positronic brains, pushed some buttons and let the tests run.&nbsp; He stood in front of her again.<br><br><strong>"How does that feel, Ensign Lister?&nbsp; Do you detect any discomfort or pain?&nbsp; Are there any other physical or emotional sensations running through you?&nbsp; Do you have any other questions to be answered or observations to be discussed?</strong> <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 12:57:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Bot's eyes moved rapidly as he asked her about her feelings, noticing much more things than she had before, feeling as though her emotion chip was running wild. The plug on the side of her head wasn't putting her in any sort of discomfort, though it felt... Strange. So many senses were running through her body now, that she was unsure if her brain would be capable of processing them all. A new kind of tingling sensation flew through her female body parts and she sensed how her nipples hardened, prodding against the thin fabric of her bra, noticing they must've been visible to the commander standing next to her. It made her feel uncomfortable, though she wasn't sure why. "Commander, I feel very... peculiar. There's a strange, tingling sensation running through my private parts at this moment and I am unsure whether that's due to a defect, or if it's supposed to be like this. I... My mind is going a bit "wild", in human terms. I'm thinking inappropriate things. Why does it feel like my vagina is lubricated? And what is wrong with yourself, sir? Is that bulge in your trousers a sign of discomfort?"<br><br>Leta pointed at the erection hiding underneath the black fabric of Havuk's clothing, but was unsure if she was allowed to examine it and thus kept her hands to herself, continuously asking him about it. "I have noticed this happening to some other men when we had physical contact. Is it a bad thing to happen? Has it got anything to do with me?" She kept on asking him questions. Uncomfortable questions, but things she had to ask nevertheless. Being human contained a lot of things and this was just another aspect of it, seeing the differences between the male and female anatomy and getting used to thinking about men in another way than the purely professional one she had always done. "I feel like you have turned on a switch in my head and it gives me senses of shame, though I don't understand this as I don't consider you to be a threat to me... I more or less see you as a friend. A good friend, commander." She added, her palms sweating and her cheeks blushing up in a deep pink tone. "Have you turned up the temperature?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 22:53:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Havuk raised an eyebrow at the science officer's questions.<br><br><strong>"I must admit, Ensign Lister, that I am taken aback by this particular line of questioning.&nbsp; However, I believe that you would not be asking such things unless you truly did not know and you required such knowledge.&nbsp; I will attempt to bestow upon you the answers you seek.<br><br>"The temperature of the room has, in fact, remained the same since you first entered.&nbsp; The heat you are feeling is one of the body's natural responses to certain... stimuli.<br><br>"The same is true for the tingling sensations you feel in your so-called private parts.&nbsp; It is another way of your body becoming prepared for specific... acts.<br><br>"For example, the bulge in my trousers is due to the arousal I am feeling at the moment.&nbsp; Usually, the penis is flaccid.&nbsp; The most common instance of this organ becoming longer, thicker and erect occurs when the attached male is being aroused by some stimulus, such as the sight of a beautiful, fertile woman... such as yourself, Ensign Lister.&nbsp; <br><br>"There is nothing 'wrong' with me or 'bad' with the situation.&nbsp; The physiological response you are witnessing is normal, although inconvenient under these particular conditions.&nbsp; Under other circumstances, such as when a male may masturbate for personal pleasure or may copulate with another person, an erect penis adds to the... enjoyable activities.<br><br>"The lubrication in your vagina is your body's way of preparing to be penetrated by an erection.&nbsp; The slippery condition allows for initial intromission followed by more vigorous thrusting.<br><br>"Although I am not privy to the specific inappropriate thoughts you are having, I imagine that they are also normal.&nbsp; It is perfectly acceptable to have any thoughts you have.&nbsp; In terms of right and wrong, it is your <em>actions</em>, not thoughts,&nbsp; that matter.<br><br>"Perhaps the sensations you are experiencing are due to some sort of attraction you have for me.&nbsp; I am sure that my body's responses are because of the attraction I have for you.&nbsp; And if others have similiar reactions, it is probably for the same reason.<br><br>"As for the sense of shame you are feeling, it is common for females to feel shame or embarrassment in response to the feelings, thoughts and sensations they may have.&nbsp; For some females, they consider their desire to have sex to be shameful, as if they are being bad and not being good.&nbsp; In your face, I imagine that this happening is because these feelings, thoughts and sensations are relatively new for you.&nbsp; Eventually, you will learn to accept these, and act accordingly by either suppressing them or giving into them under the proper circumstances.<br><br>"I appreciate that you see me as a friend.&nbsp; I look forward to acting like one toward you, and I invite you to feel free to make more inquiries whenever you deem them necessary."</strong><br><br>Havuk checked the tricorder.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"According to the diagnostic, you are operating under peak efficiency."</strong><br><br>Havuk cupped the side of her face, his thumb brushing against the corner of her lip to hold her head still as he removed the plug from the port in the side of her head.&nbsp; His fingertips gently grazed along her jawline, after which he gently moved a lock of her hair to access a button that closed the panel.<br><br><strong>"Is there anything else that you require assistance with, Ensign?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 23:47:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Getting a bit more comfortable at the situation as this was purely scientific, Leta relaxed and spread her fingers, letting out a sigh of relief as he told her it wasn't to be considered dangerous or strange as it was the natural way her body functioned. "Thank you, commander, and my apologies if I have made you uncomfortable," Bot said as he remarked he had been taken aback by her questions. She didn't see any harm in it though, and went on. "I do not think I need any sexual intercourse right at this moment, as I am not willing to conceive a child anytime soon and besides that, I am on duty and should be fully focused on doing my job. Thank you for your compliment, though. I'm returning it, as I greatly enjoy your presence and like the way you look. It has a positive effect on me, if the lubrication is supposed to be positive for human females. I shall examine it myself when I'm able to spend time in my private quarters, but must return to my work now as <em>work ain't gonna do itself</em>," Bot added, talking in a heavy southern accent as she had been raised there and had gotten used to her mother saying things like that. <em>Work ain't gonna do itself, darlin'. You have to walk 'n talk and work hard if ya wanna relax when drinkin' that beer at night</em> she remembered, but just nodded at her own thoughts as Havuk unplugged her, his hand cupping her cheek and sending a pleasant feeling through the skin of her lips as he lightly brushed against them. For 0,67 seconds she thought about mirroring his movements, but decided not to as it wouldn't be logical to touch the Vulcan's face right there and then. There was no reason for her to do so, so she clasped her hands together and waited for him to be done. Why was this taking so much of her energy? Why couldn't she just get it off her mind and be done with it?<br><br>"No, commander. I do not think I need any further assistance, however I would like you to check up on me after I have examined myself. It might be of use as I think you are by far more experienced with this and I might take certain things the wrong way and misunderstand them for other physical signals. That is all I am asking. If this is to be considered something I should talk about with a woman, I shall logically turn to someone in the medical section of the ship, but as you seem to have plenty of knowledge about the matter and are considered a friend of mine, I would prefer talking to you. Humans and other species often mistake my attitude for coldness and you are the first not to tell me about that." She said, now standing up and brushing her hair straight as well as her uniform, her erect nipples having softened again, but the heat in her private parts still lingering upon her body. It wasn't considered something that would be a "big issue", but wasn't what she was used to. She'd check up on herself and see if she was alright with this, but for now she needed to be fully functional as a science officer, her job to get the ship to work at her best. And so she banished the odd thoughts from her mind, ready to take orders and to get to what she was good at: working hard on the ship, making her captain's job easier as the ship needed to be 100% updated. Leta opened up a panel that controlled the climate on the ship and soon found that the temperature had been on too high and that the sonic showers hadn't been fully functional. A wave of excitement went through her body as she had - again - found something and corrected it to where it should be, knowing every small thing she did helped her colleagues out. It satisfied her, this job, although few people really knew what kind of work she did for the ship. It wasn't much, but it made a difference, and that was enough for Leta.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 02:50:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br><strong>"No need to apologize, Ensign, as there was no discomfort, merely surprise.&nbsp; I am aware that you are a unique member of our personnel.&nbsp; As the Chief of Operations here on the Zhukov, it is my responsibility to ensure that the crew is working to their potential, and if that requires the answering of your questions about your human body, I accept that.</strong><br><br><strong>"Do not let the conception of a child prevent your from experiencing coitus, Ensign.&nbsp; Your curiosity may be more of a distraction than the act itself.&nbsp; By simply taking a regular dose of medicine, you can avoid getting pregnant, eliminating that as a factor in your decision.</strong><br><br><strong>"Furthermore, I would be more than willing to examine you after you... have examined yourself.&nbsp; Given the level of technology inside you, I would be able to analyze the data consisting of whatever thoughts and you have or sensations your experience, if you desire a... deeper,... more thorough understanding of yourself.&nbsp; Now if you will excuse me, I must tend to my duties, as I am sure you have to, as well.&nbsp; Dismissed, Ensign."</strong><br><br>Havuk left the Science section and went to other parts of the ship, now fantasizing about the half-android laying back, spreading her legs, and masturbating while thinking of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 11:12:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>"Thank you for reassuring me of that, Havuk," Leta said and quickly corrected herself. "Commander Havuk. I must say though, that to mate without the intention of becoming pregnant, seems a little bit odd to me," She added, frowning about the matter and trying to calculate what the logical human response would be to contracepted coitus. "If it serves the purpose of bringing two friends closer, I would possibly consider mating with someone like you. But that would be even stranger as we are on duty and will get closer to each other through our professional relationship. You're a good colleague, commander. I'll return to my duties." She said, shrugged the subject off and went on working. Her positronic brain took one <em>helluva</em> long time to process what she had just been talking about, she noticed, and wanted to flick the switch on her sidepanel to "off", but simply couldn't afford to. She'd have to wait eagerly before she could return to her private quarters and examine herself. There was something exciting about this, something that made even her a bit more human. All the bloody time she was looking at Havuk, for GOD'S sake, and it made her insides feel warm as though a band of bees had a party in her abdomen. <br><br>"Alright, we've got a break now. I will turn to my private quarters now, commander. Live long and prosper." She said, raising her right hand into a Vulcan salute as a sign of respect, and walked out of the science division, into her own quarters where she almost immediately laid down on her bed and wriggled her trousers open, ready to explore herself. Her fingers walked over her skin and traveled down towards her private parts, parting her lips and slipping a finger over the nub hiding in between them. Leta looked a bit confused at first, her brows furrowed and her body tensed up as she was most certainly not used to a sensation like this one, the gentle touch of her own hand sending shivers down her spine. She found it pleasurable though, and went on as she looked at herself, noticing how her female parts got slightly lubricated and how the nub hardened. Trying to figure out where the body lubricant came from, Leta soon found her entrance and tried sliding a finger in, which was harder than she had intentionally thought it would be. In the meantime her thumb twisted around her clitoris, and Leta found her pinky finger did fit inside of her. Wondering how women could possibly have sexual intercourse like this, she pulled her pinky out, and with that quite a lot of her liquids came along. Some white-ish but almost clear substance came out of her and she slid her fingers over herself again, now noticing how much nicer this was than it had been before. Unable to keep herself from it, Leta thought of Havuk. Of his broad shoulders and the caring look in his eyes, his gentleness when he had brushed her hair from her neck and the electrical pulses that had sent through her body. His mouth even, and his long legs... God, how attractive Leta suddenly found Havuk to be! His intelligence, his witty remarks, the way he walked... She pictured him in front of her and found it much easier to release herself from stress, but was still new to this all and took her time. As an android, she knew she would most likely never draw any of his attention towards her, but yet she dreamt of him. Daydreams, that was. The Human side of Leta took over soon and her hand shook as she curled her legs up towards her, her chest shaking even worse than her hand and letting out a moan when she thought of Havuk's lips upon hers. Thinking of a simple kiss of his did enough to her to make her tremble for more and made her hand move at a fast speed, close to having her first ever orgasm. And when she did, she was sure of the fact that it had been because of her commander, the tall and very handsome Havuk who unknowingly had made Leta reach another stage of humanity. Leta's body moved heavily, the touch of her fingers more pleasant than anything she had ever experienced before. "...commander Havuk, I want you." She moaned silently, knowing she was alone and thus confused about why she had just whispered that. Havuk wasn't there to hear her and it was... Illogical for her to say his name. Yet it felt so good to do so...<br><br>When she had finished everything and relaxed for a bit, Leta stood up and washed herself, brushing her hair through and noticing her cheeks were covered in a pink flush. Soon, she got back to the Science Devision and sat down in her chair. "Commander, I have succeeded," Leta said, purely professional and trying to wipe away all memories as this wasn't going to make it any easier for her to do her job adequately. "At least I think I have. I am ready to be examined." Bot added, nodding as he came closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 17:37:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br><em>"Commander Havuk. I must say though, that to mate without the intention of becoming pregnant, seems a little bit odd to me."</em><br><br><strong>"Perhaps after you experience it for yourself, Ensign Lister, you will have a better understanding of it."</strong><br><br><em>"If it serves the purpose of bringing two friends closer, I would possibly consider mating with someone like you."</em><br><br>Havuk suppresed a smile.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you, Ensign, that is flattering to hear."</strong><br><br>He continued his duties, occasionally retuning to the Science under the guise of carrying out his duty, but truly being even more infatuated with Ensign Lister.<br><br><em>"Alright, we've got a break now. I will turn to my private quarters now, commander. Live long and prosper."</em><br><br>Havuk raised an eyebrow, then gestured at her, holding up his hand and parting his fingers appropriately.<br><br>The chief of operations allowed a minute or two to pass.&nbsp; He had been feeling his lust for the ensign starting to build up, and if he didn't grant himself some kind of release, he felt he would go mad with desire.&nbsp; He passed by the ensign's quarters, slowing down to see if he could hear anything coming from her room as he wondered what exactly she was doing in there.&nbsp; He made his way to his own room, made himself comfortable in his chair, and brought up her file on the PADD.<br><br>He concocted a fantasy of his own as he touching himself through his uniform pants.&nbsp; He thought about having her lie back on a bed, spreading her legs wide, fully nude and exposed to him.&nbsp; Her big innocent eyes looked up at him as he teased his fingers over her slit.&nbsp; He was studying her facial expressions closely, kissing her mouth as his digits danced on her sex.&nbsp; He thought about her whispering his name, saying she wanted him...<br><br>Then the chimes on his communicator went off.<br><br><strong>"Havuk."</strong><br><br>"Commander, your presence is required in the shuttle bay."<br><br><strong>"On my way."</strong>&nbsp; Havuk took a deep breath and composed himself.&nbsp; After goign to the shuttle bay and resolving an issue, he continued going around the ship, ending up back in Science.&nbsp; Ensign Lister arrived soon after.<br><br><em>"Commander, I have succeeded.&nbsp; At least I think I have.&nbsp; I am ready to be examined."</em><br><br>Havuk nodded back at her and had her take a seat by the diagnostic equipment.&nbsp; He brushed her hair aside and opened the panel in the side of her, reconnecting her positronic brain to the special tricorder which provided video, audio and biometric feedback.<br><br>As the diagnostic ran, Havuk watched and listened to the PADD.&nbsp; He was within her point of view, and he watched how she went to her quarters, laid down on her bed, and opened up her pants.&nbsp; She ran her hands up and down her body, then settled between her legs, rubbing the swollen, wet lips, spreading them wide, rubbing her clit, then finding the entrance and inserting a finger.&nbsp; She used her juices to rub herself some more.&nbsp; Her heart rate was racing while her breathing became deeper and slower.&nbsp; She brought her legs up as she seemed to have ideas in her head.&nbsp; He heard her moaning, saying "Commander Havuk, I want you."&nbsp; Her body tensed up then relaxed for a few moments before standing up, washing herself, brushing her hair and looking at her blushing cheeks in the mirror.<br><br>The commander did his best to maintain his professionalism.&nbsp; <strong>"It appears that you brought yourself pleasure as well as orgasm, Ensign Lister.&nbsp; Hopefully, this experience has helped you get a better idea of why many species copulate for pleasure, as well as... relieve some of the tingling you were feeling earlier."</strong><br><br>He disconnected the cable from her brain and replaced the panel on the side of her head.<br><br><strong>"With your permission, I can gain a more thorough understanding of your recent conditions through a Vulcan technique known as mind-melding.&nbsp; It allows me to detect more than just what you see and hear - it will provide me with access to your thoughts and fantasies.&nbsp; Relax, ensign, and open your mind to me."</strong><br><br>Havuk placed his fingers on her temple and chin, closed his eyes, and concentrated.<br><br>He entered her mind.&nbsp; He saw her fantasies, how she imagined him there with her, between her legs, kissing her mouth, touching her sex.&nbsp; She would be reliving the day dream as well.<br><br><strong>"Since you have allowed me to detect your thoughts of me, I will return the privilege, Ensign."</strong><br><br>He picked up her daydream, continuing where it left off.&nbsp; He took his juicy fingers out of her pussy, then rubbed her atural lubrication on her nipples.&nbsp; He kissed her lips goodbye, then made his way to her nipples.&nbsp; He cupped them in his hands and flicked his thumbs across the engorged tissue, then pulled each swollen peak into his mouth to suck and nibble and lick.&nbsp; After paying each breast the same kind of attention, he made his way between her legs, kissing along her tummy and across her waist from one hipbone to the other, ending up up close with her sex.<br><br>He inhaled deeply, pulling in the scent of her pussy, kissed each of her inner thighs, then ran his tongue around her clit before pushing the tip into her entrance.&nbsp; He could tell she was getting excited again, so he stopped the mind-meld.<br><br><strong>"There you go, ensign.&nbsp; There is some more stimuli for you to process."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 18:33:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Desperately trying to make her body stop the illogical thing it was experiencing now, Leta crossed her legs and sighed, her eyes wide as the plug on the side of her head, connected to the PADD, showed him every little thing she had done. All the feeling she had had, what she had said in the heat of the moment, how stupid that had sounded and how she had wriggled her hand underneath her panties and rubbed herself ferociously. She had never had an orgasm before or even thought about masturbating, simply because she didn't know what it brought her and what purpose it served. Now that she did, she regretted having the program installed, though she nodded when her Commander suggested for the two of them to join in a mind-meld. Unknown to the intensity of it and the deep emotions it brought along, Leta sat back as Havuk placed his index- and middlefinger on her cheekbone and temple, sending some sort of electric shocks through her veins that rebounded so that he could look into her mind, see what she had seen and feel what she had felt. It was intriguing and something she had never imagined to happen between the two of them. She was reluctant to showing him the part where her mind got fully occupied by the way he looked, the way he spoke... When he dug as deep into her mind as where she was moaning out her name, she shrugged a bit, trying to keep that to herself but knowing her Commander had already seen it. The expected response didn't happen, though, and she was grateful for that. <br><br>"Commander," Leta started off and placed her hand upon his as that seemed to be the appropriate thing to do. Bot looked up into his eyes with the typical innocent look in them, unaware of the fact that he had intentionally wanted to touch himself too, but just got cut off as duty called. "I am deeply sorry if I am putting you in an uncomfortable position, and it's highly... Unprofessional of me to involve you when I am doing something as private as this. By all means, I had no intention of offending you by showing you my thoughts. If I have done so and you no longer wish to work with me, I shall request our Captain to transfer me to another devision," Leta added, but noticed how his fingers found her face again and frowned. Was it his intention to "help her out"? What was her Commander, who was a professional man, trying to do by showing her his thoughts? Leta soon found that out when she felt how his mind took control of hers, showing her the things he was doing to her in his mind, how his lips traveled all along her body and how he sucked on her nipples, were it in an aroused and pleasurable way and not the way a baby searches for his mother's breast. It was instinctive though, she could tell, and it granted him pleasure as well as it did grant her some. Her legs were spread widely in the dream and his lips kissed hers goodbye as they went all the way down to her thighs. Leta sensed how she got a bit stimulated by this and swung her one leg over the other, trying to push her brain to stop the tingling. When Havuk sensed she had gotten to the point where she was unable of controlling her emotions, he disconnected and looked at her.<br><br>If Leta had been in the position of understanding one's body language, she'd have said that Havuk was experiencing at least a little bit of tension himself. "Havuk, that was... Very intense," Bot said, completely forgetting about addressing him the right way by calling him "Commander". Her way of processing things was running wild and there was no possible way she could fix it. Her cheeks were red and her hands were shaking. Ensing Leta Charlaine Lister, was embarassed and ashamed of herself. "I do not know if I should thank you, though," She added, unplugging herself from the PADD he was holding and closing the panel. "You... You are occupying my mind once again and... And it's something I find to be very... Very pleasant. I do not know how to take those feelings in... I don't know what you expect to happen with the two of us." She said, her irisses shaking very quickly as she was trying to regain her seriousness and professionality, stress now playing upon her body. It was the only defect that still hadn't been fixed, but she was sure it showed him how puzzled he had left her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 19:07:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br><strong>"Ensign Lister, I must insist that when we are on duty that you refer to me by my rank or as 'sir.'&nbsp; As for your apology... I did offer to help you, and I would be remiss if I denied you of the opportunity to learn more about your unique set of circumstances.&nbsp; This... uncomfortable position... that I am in is my fault, not yours.&nbsp; I am in no way offended, and if I anything I do enjoy the fact that you feel I am worthy of this particular kind of attention."</strong><br><br>Havuk's eyes were wandering the landscape of her body, and he thought about the bare breasts and exposed sex he saw during the diagnostic and the mind meld, which made him imagine more vividly what she looked like naked.<br><br><strong>"I have no expectations of our relationship, Ensign Lister.&nbsp; It is best to take things day by day, moment by moment.&nbsp; I sense that we have progressed in a manner that is... atypical.&nbsp; Perhaps now would be a good time for you to learn about other aspects of the way humans interact.&nbsp; We have explored ideas of physical intimacy, and have established a sense of mental and emotional intimacy in the way we have shared our thoughts and feelings.&nbsp; Perhaps now would be a good time to learn about something else - courtship.<br><br>"Humans establish first contact in many ways.&nbsp; For example, there is the chance encounter where prospective mates just happen to meet.&nbsp; There is also the formal introduction, where a common friend of the two prospective mates helps make the connection.&nbsp; In our case, we have met through professional means.&nbsp; <br><br>"After first contact, it is appropriate for one prospective mate, usually the male, to suggest an opportunity to meet again.&nbsp; I shall do so now."</strong><br><br>Havuk cleared his throat as he thought for a moment.<br><br><strong>"Ensign Lister, would you be so kind as to join me for lunch now?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 21:54:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>"I'm sorry, Commander, it will not happen again," Leta said and backed away from him, trying to get her brain to think less inappropriate things when on duty. "It was a mistake and one I will not make again. My brain miscalculated my actions for a moment due to your confiding me with your fantasies. I shouldn't have taken it as an act of affection." She added, clearly compromised with the emotions rushing through her young and inexperienced body. No matter how hard she tried to banish the thoughts and images from her mind, she couldn't stop thinking of Havuk in a more erotical manner, his naked body moving against hers, his virile member- no. She couldn't allow her thoughts to dwell on that. She was a woman on duty and had to do her job as efficiently as possible, working all day long and thinking of personal things in her own time. Now was not her own time, she had work to do and would do so when Commander Havuk had finished talking.<br><br><em>"Humans establish first contact in many ways.&nbsp; For example, there is the chance encounter where prospective mates just happen to meet.&nbsp; There is also the formal introduction, where a common friend of the two prospective mates helps make the connection.&nbsp; In our case, we have met through professional means.&nbsp; <br>"After first contact, it is appropriate for one prospective mate, usually the male, to suggest an opportunity to meet again.&nbsp; I shall do so now."</em> His calm, soothing voice spoke, the way he talked sounding affectionate yet Leta failed to see if that was his true intention. Havuk was, after all, half-Vulcan and in perfect control of his emotions. <em>"Ensign Lister, would you be so kind as to join me for lunch now?"</em> He asked, and that was just enough to make Leta's brain go back to the personal stuff. Him. Her desire to be his mate. Leta desperately tried fighting it and almost succeeded, but when she looked at his face, the wall she had built around herself crumbled down. "That sounds like a lovely idea. I will finish this first and then I'll be done," She said, entering a few codes to the system to adjust the lighting again. "If you don't mind me asking, though... Is this a lesson or is this an offer?" She asked, turning her head to Havuk as she walked beside him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 23:11:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Havuk walked with Lister to the turbolift side by side.&nbsp; She could feel her turned to him as she spoke, but he focused on moving forward.&nbsp; There was a moment of silence as they passed some other crewmembers before they entered the turbolift.&nbsp; After the doors closed, Havuk turned to her and spoke.<br><br><strong>"I will be honest and say that this is a combination of the two, Ensign Lister.&nbsp; It is both for business and for pleasure.&nbsp; I find that I am growing quite fond of you, a most unexpected yet very pleasant experience for me.&nbsp; I hope we may continue this relationship and see where it goes."</strong>&nbsp; He smiled at her.&nbsp; He was a large man compared to her, and with a correspondingly large hand he reached for hers.&nbsp; He held it for a moment, looking into her eyes, then gently squeezed it with a surge of energy as the turbolift reached its destination.<br><br><strong>"Computer, hold turbolift.&nbsp; Ensign Lister... Leta, if I may.&nbsp; I want to be sure that you are aware that exercising... discretion... at this point would be most wise.&nbsp; There is no need to advertise or inform the rest of the crew of our... relationship.&nbsp; It is not that I am ashamed or embarrassed.&nbsp; It would simply be easier for both of us if we kept our personal feelings for each other private, for now.&nbsp; Do you understand, Leta?"</strong>&nbsp; He placed his hands on her shoulders, then moved them up the sides of her neck to cup her face in his hands.&nbsp; He waited for her response, then escorted her out of the turbolift to the observation lounge and mess hall.<br><br>They went to pick up their replicated meals.&nbsp; <strong>"Computer, one American cheeseburger, served medium-well, and one seltzer with ice.&nbsp; Also, one piece of New York Style American Cheesecake, and one piece of Napoleon."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>He turned to Lister.&nbsp; <strong>"I do enjoy Earth-style food including meat, and particularly human desserts.&nbsp; I have a 'sweet tooth,' apparently, which is an unusual expression as it is the tongue, not the teeth, that possess the particular tastebuds to detect sweetness.&nbsp; In any event, I strongly urge you to partake in them with me, Ensign."</strong><br><br>They sat.&nbsp; Havuk took a bite of his burger.&nbsp; His eyes closed as he chewed, shaking his head as he savored the flavor.&nbsp; "Mmm, delicious.&nbsp; I will take this as a good sign of things to come."&nbsp; He sipped his seltzer as he watched Lister open her mouth and put her food in it, imagining her putting something else in it.&nbsp; When she was done eating, he put the desserts between them.<br><br><strong>"Do you prefer one or the other, Ensign?&nbsp; Would it be agreeable with you to share and sample both the cheesecake and the Napoleon?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 00:06:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Standing next to Havuk in the turbolift was quite the thing already, but when he grabbed hold of her hand, Leta knew she wasn't the only one whose feelings were going wild. "I really hope we can continue this, too," Leta said and squeezed his hand in return, her thumb caressing the back of it as she looked down at her feet, her brain indicating nervosity. "It's very pleasant indeed, Commander." She added to her previous statement and let go of his hand, his hands traveling up to her face and cupping it as he asked her his question. Havuk was a very professional and reserved man and Leta respected that, not wanting to have any uncomfortable encounters with the staff either. Uncomfortable questions would be asked, she was sure of that, and that was the last thing she wanted to happen.<br><br>"It's alright, my name is Leta, after all," She said smiling at the taller man as she looked up, his eyes looking deeply into hers and giving her the impression he was indeed very serious about this all. "I fully understand your concern, there is no need to explain it further, Havuk-kam." Leta added, and with that showed him things were "cool" between the two of them, as Humans would put it. Having her face so close to his made her a slight bit dizzy, though, so she turned away from him, her hand sliding over his arm when they walked out, keeping up a professional appearance in order to come across as two perfectly "normal" Starfleet staffmembers, something they would both never <em>really</em> accomplish, but something to strive for nonetheless. Leta had seen him smiling, he had squeezed her hand and held her face... All of which were signs of humanity, as had her blushing and nervosity been, and her want for him to be her mate, that instinctive drive was as well. If she wanted to live a satisfying life, she'd have to live with insecurity as well and that was a sour apple she was more than willing to eat in order to get to her dessert.<br><br>Speaking of which. Havuk ordered quite some food, but that was logical considering his size and how much he walked around when he was at work, burning all the calories off in no-time. "Computer, one shrimp tagliatelle and a diet coke, please," Leta spoke, knowing how stupid it was to say "please" to a computer. Even though she had been brought up well, this was a bit odd and something that needed adjustance. She'd learn about that soon enough, finetuning her etiquette and when not to use it. Leta ate from the pasta she had ordered, cleaning her mouth with her napkin as she wanted to respond to his remark. "It's a strange expression indeed, but one I have gotten used to using to describe myself," She said with a smile, looking at the desserts asshe finished her plate. Leta sipped her coke through a straw, unaware of the ambiguity of which and thus carelessly holding it with two fingers and sliding the tip of the straw in her mouth in a fluent motion. "Sharing seems like a good option to me, I always find it hard to choose between desserts which often just leads to me having none, and then regretting it. I'll just leave my programming that way, I believe it makes me more... human. Are you enjoying yourself, Havuk?" Leta asked, placing her hand upon his and looking around if there were any people who could see her doing this but pulled away her hand soon enough. It was a gamble to make, but one worth all the risks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 13:07:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge and Mess Hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Her soft lips wrapped around the straw as she gently sucked the soda through it.&nbsp; It filled her mouth and he watched her throat rise and fall in her slender neck as she swallowed.&nbsp; Her feminine hands held the glass and straw.&nbsp; It was all very suggestive to Havuk, but he imagined it was unintentional.<br><br>The lieutenant commander's hand was resting on the table between them.&nbsp; As he washed down the tasty burger with a drink from the glass of seltzer, he felt her palm and fingers lay on top of his hand.&nbsp; The touch was a bit of surprise, and he choked a bit on the carbonation of his seltzer and dribbled a bit out of the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; His free hand went to a napkin and dabbed the drink off his masculine jaw.&nbsp; As she pulled her hand away he turned his palm upward, letting his fingertips brush against her palm and the insides of her fingers.&nbsp; It was a subtle gesture, and he wondered if she would pick up on it - she surprised him, but it was still very nice.<br><br><strong>"My level of enjoyment is the highest it has been in quite some time, Ensign Lister.&nbsp; It is my sincere hope that you, too, are having, at minimum, half of my enjoyment.&nbsp; This is an experience I hope we can repeat, sooner rather than later, perhaps as early as tonight for dinner.&nbsp; Do you accept this invitation?"</strong><br><br>Havuk took his unused fork and used it to place a small morsel of cheesecake on it.&nbsp; He held it in his hand and pointed the prongs at Lister, offering to feed her the piece.&nbsp; He brought the fork to her mouth most of the way, so that she only had to lean forward and accept it directly in her mouth.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 16:54:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge and Mess Hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>As Havuk offered to feed her the piece of cheesecake, Leta instinctively leaned forward, not really aware of the sight she was giving him, her cleavage showing off as she slid her mouth over the fork and ate the cake off of it. "Yes, I do, Havuk," Leta said and smiled at the man sitting on the other side of the table. She had never felt this much affection for anyone, not even her friends, and it scared her a bit. At the same time, she knew she was right to think about Havuk in this way, to want him by her side at all times to keep her from harm and to guide her through her life in another way than the purely professional one they had been keeping. "This is very enjoyable, and I'll be more than happy to meet up with you for dinner tonight. I'll make sure I won't be dressed this formal, as that seems more... logical." She said and took another bite from the cheesecake, her mouth filled with the creamy texture and jam. Trying to be flirtatious in return, she took another fork and scooped a piece of the Napoleon on it, feeding it to him. <br><br>"In times I haven't felt this warm on the inside," Leta said, but corrected herself immediately. "Which is not in a sexual way, of course, but in a... Another way. I have a comfortable feeling in my stomach, and that isn't just because I've had a good meal. Your presence... It makes me feel comfortable and at ease." She added, barely aware of how nervous she came across and how her cheeks were turning a bit pink as she expressed her affection for Havuk in a rather awkward manner. Her intentions were nothing but good ones, though, and she hoped he could see that. <br><br>"I'm looking forward to our meeting tonight and I am sure this'll help the both of us to get to know each other a bit better."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 23:43:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge and Mess Hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br><strong>"Excellent.&nbsp; I look forward to that event.&nbsp; After we have completed dessert, we will conclude our... date."</strong><br><br>Havuk continued feeding Ensign Lister both the cheesecake and the Napoleon for as long as she wanted to be fed.&nbsp; He made sure to leave a piece of cream on the corner of her mouth, just so he could use his thumb to wipe it up.&nbsp; He held it against his thumb, looked around, then shrugged as he inserted his thumb into his mouth and ate it himself.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I find that that particular morsel was the tastiest component."</strong><br><br>With lunch concluded, Havuk rose and took both of their trays.&nbsp; After returning them to the proper place, he escorted Ensign Lister back to the turbolift.&nbsp; He allowed her to enter first, getting a peek at the way her uniform hugged her ass, then followed her in.&nbsp; They started moving.<br><br><strong>"Computer, hold turbolift."</strong><br><br>Havuk turned to Lister.&nbsp; <strong>"Ensign Lister... Leta... thank you for joining me.&nbsp; I had a wonderful time, and this evening cannot come soon enough."</strong><br><br>His big, muscular arms went up from his sides and toward her.&nbsp; His hands were on her shoulders before he gently pulled her into him as he stepped forward toward her, taking her in his embrace.&nbsp; He held her for a few moments, then put a little distance between them.&nbsp; He held her chin and tilted her head to look up at him.&nbsp; He licked his lips and leaned forward until their mouths were only an inch away.&nbsp; If there was to be a kiss, Ensign Lister would have to meet him the rest of the way.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 00:20:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Turbolift<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Leta raised her eyebrows, but then curled her mouth up into a smile. "That would be the correct term, indeed, a date," She said and cleaned the rest of her mouth with the napkin she had next to her. "I'm looking forward to it, I'm sure it's going to be a nice evening. It would be best if you could pick me up at 1900, as I'll have to change my clothing into something more... appropriate for tonight," Leta added and her irisses shook a bit again, but she managed to calm herself. <br><br>"Havuk... Please, call me Leta on informal occasions, it's alright," She said, trying to comfort the taller man a bit as he seemed just as nervous as she was on the inside, her hand resting on his shoulder as he leaned in to her, something Leta - pleasantly - indicated as a sign of wanting to kiss, so she completed the task and met his lips. His soft, warm, masculine and just slightly wettened lips, moving with hers as his tongue slid into her mouth and she mirrored his movements. Her heartbeat was beyond measure as she felt his tongue circling around hers, unknown to the sensation but liking it strangely much. Leta felt safe inside Havuk's muscular arms and placed her left hand on his temple, her thumb instinctively tracing around the outlines of his earshell, something she didn't think all too erotical but that must've helped Havuk thinking of more erotic things. Noticing how he tensed up a bit, she moved away from him, her eyes dizzy with pleasure. "It has been quite a day," Leta said, her cheeks redder than ever. "That was... Very pleasant. If you don't mind me saying, you're a good kisser. I hope to be able to... to have an evening just as nice as my afternoon has been."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 01:42:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Turbolift, then Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br><strong>"1900 it is, Ensign... Leta."</strong><br><br>He kept looking in her eyes.<br><br><strong>"Computer, re-engage turbolift."</strong><br><br>They started moving again, and Havuk turned to the door just before it opened.&nbsp; He walked Ensign Lister back to Science.&nbsp; There were other science officers there now, including a human-Betazoid, who was also an ensign.<br><br><strong>"Have a nice day, Let-... Ensign Lister."</strong><br><br>Havuk stepped away, suppressing a smile.&nbsp; As he walked down the hall, he pumped his fist.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e0/Trek_gals_betazoid_by_kaernen-d3hve7g_3.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ensign Virginia Cherry, Science Officer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>At one of the consoles in Science, a half-Betazoid science officer, Ensign Virginia Cherry, that graduated with Lister was doing some lab work.&nbsp; When Lister entered, Cherry smiled and waved, but her empathic abilities helped her sense that something was going on with her old classmate.&nbsp; She looked around, then rushed past Lister to peek out the door down the hallway, just in time to see Havuk pump his fist.<br><br>She was puzzled, but quickly realized what might be going on.<br><br><strong>"Leta... what's going on?&nbsp; You... and Lieutenant Commander Havuk... did you... are you...&nbsp; Tell me all about it!"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 02:20:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Turbolift, then hallway, then Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Despite her abilities to shake it off, Leta dwelled on the feeling of Havuk's lips against hers, how hungry he had been and how he had occupied her mind throughout the kiss. "Good day, Commander Havuk," Leta said, squeezed his hand and then walked away. In the hallway though, she found a friend whom she had hoped to avoid just for that day. Ensign Cherry's high-pitched voice made its way into her mind and settled there, leaving Leta feeling quite uncomfortable. "Unless you have important information... To share, I'd suggest you don't stick your nose in my business again," she said with a faint smile. "Havuk is... A special person. He has wit beyond measure and is a respected colleague of mine. What that has to do with you... Isn't clear to me, Ensign..." She said, hoping her friend would either leave or give her extra information on how to keep things up with him. "So, tell me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 03:13:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e0/Trek_gals_betazoid_by_kaernen-d3hve7g_3.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ensign Virginia Cherry, Science Officer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Cherry was hopping in place a bit as she pressed the heels of her palms together and clapped her fingers.<br><br><strong>"Eee!&nbsp; This is great, Leta!&nbsp; I'm so happy for you!"</strong> Cherry hugged Lister, then realized her enthusiasm may have been a bit excessive.<br><br>She motioned Lister with her into Science.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"It has nothing to do with me.&nbsp; I just care for you.&nbsp; I don't mean to pry, and you don't have to tell me anything, but I sense that you really like him, and I sense that he really likes you, too.&nbsp; Unless you have anything specific you want to ask me, I am just going to say this.&nbsp; Enjoy every moment, Leta.&nbsp; Enjoy every moment."</strong><br><br>Cherry would stick around if Lister wanted to talk, and leave her if Lister had nothing to say.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Science</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 17:06:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Science<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Pushing her friend away with a serious look upon her face, Leta looked up at her Betazoid colleague. "Virginia," She started off, trying to keep her emotions in check so that Ensign Cherry wouldn't guess all too much from her. "Your... Enthusiasm is appreciated, but what happens between me and... Commander Havuk, is private and we both wish to keep it like that. I don't need extra attention from other crewmembers and I am sure he wants this to be between us two, not something the whole crew can live with us. I enjoy every second I spend with him, every little touch he gives me," Leta said, looking down at her feet. "He comforts me and makes me feel more human than I ever have felt before. So please, keep your mouth closed and don't talk about it with anyone. I don't want to lose him." Ensign Lister said, brushed her hair straight and returned to her work, filling in some data and humming a song, her programming trying to deal with her happiness through making sounds. When she noticed no one else made sounds like those, she shut up and just did what she had to do, glancing at Havuk at every chance she had, a smile playing upon her lips as she updated the control pannel to work even faster, 0.082%, to be more precise.<br><br>"Maybe you could help me finding something appropriate for a... date, Virginia," Leta said, barely audible. "After I have finished my work here, that is, of course. I wouldn't want to leave the Captain thinking I'm a bad officer whatsoever. I believe I am already putting her and the ship down by this strange behaviour. Is this considered normal...? To have someone occupying your mind all-day long?" She asked, truly not knowing what her friend's answer would be.<br><br>At 1830, when her work was done, Leta turned to her private room and slipping on a black dress that hugged her upper body tightly, but flared out from her hip to her knee. It had the needed amount of cleavage, but didn't look all too daring. She considered it appropriate to wear on a date, when combined with a pair of high heels and a red cardigan. She was already done when she heard a knock on her door, knowing it wasn't Havuk who'd be at the other side of it. "Come in, Virginia," Leta said and stood up, turning around so her friend could check if she was dressed appropriately. "My... my brain is telling my body to produce more adrenaline. I am very excited about this, Virginia, but... But I am afraid I'll "mess up", as Humans say. How can I be sure I'm doing the right thing? How do you show a man your... sincerest love without coming across desperate?" She asked, trying to take mental notes. Leta wanted this and she wanted it badly, she wanted him to approve of her, to enjoy her company, and she wanted to make sure he had more pleasure than he had had the afternoon before. 
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