Playing Doctor

Posted on Sat Sep 22nd, 2018 @ 6:20pm by Captain Gary Alexander & Lieutenant Commander Fiona Murphy

5,788 words; about a 29 minute read

Mission: Mission 0 - Pre-Sigma Iotia II
Location: Captain's Quarters
Timeline: 2167/07/03 1800

Having freshened up his quarters from his previous dinner with Ci, including putting on fresh sheets on his bed, and lighting lavender scented candles to hopefully settle the nervous doctor, Gary settled down in a chair after also lighting two long candles in the middle of a small table for two. Dinner was already prepared. There was a simple salad for a first course and for the main meal, he had prepared a tortellini with a walnut sauce. It remained on a warming burner. He had a choice of white wines to meet Fiona's tastes, hopefully. Everything seemingly in place, he smiled, relaxed and waited for his chime to ring.

Fiona had opted for a simple summer dress that evening. It was soft white cotton dress with vines creeping up from the bottom. Emerald green leaves spread out here and there. She wore her hair partially up, the front pulled into braids that held the back behind her neck. She felt nervous standing outside Gary's quarters. He was her captain, she'd never had dinner with one of her superiors before. She took a deep breath and pressed the chime.

Gary came to the door and opened it. "Welcome, Fiona. Come on in." He stepped aside and allowed for Fiona to enter and witness the scene before her. "I am glad that you could make it tonight."

"Oh wow," Fiona took in the candles, food on the warming plate, and the wine. She hadn't expected it to be quite so... intimate? She wasn't sure what the correct word for the setup was, but it was much more than she'd anticipated. "It smells wonderful in here," she took a deep breath in as she stood just inside the door. "Lavender and walnut make an interesting combination, but I like it."

"My!" Gary exclaimed impressed. "You have rather the exquisite sense of smell. The walnuts are in dinner but the lavender is in the candles."

He took Fiona's hand and led her to the table. Once they arrived, he pulled out the chair for her. "Now, sit, Fiona. Tonight is all about getting to know each other. I would like you to be as comfortable as possible."

He pulled out a bottle of white wine and poured half a glass into his and Fiona's glass. "There we go.... I believe that a toast is in order. Do you have a thought?"

Fiona blushed at the compliment. She hadn't thought her sense of smell was anything special, but apparently it was. "Uhm..." she thought desperately for something as she stared at the wine. "To new friends and adventures?" She held up her glass, her mind telling her she should not be drinking wine with the Captain, 'You know how you get with wine,' she thought, smiling at Gary despite the internal struggle. 'Off balance is not the way you want to be, stumbling around like a drunkard is unbecoming...'

Gary raised his glass and touched it to Fiona's. "That's a very lovely toast. He repeated it and said, 'To new friends and adventures.' He then pulled it away and drank, while looking over his glass at Fiona.

Being polite, despite not wanting to drink the wine, Fiona pulled the glass to her lips and took a small sip. She caught Gary watching her, so she took another quick sip, getting slightly more than she had intended in her mouth. She swallowed roughly and hoped he didn't catch the slight faux pas. "The food looks and smells amazing," she smiled at him. "Did you cook it yourself?"

"I did," Gary acknowledged. "I hope that you will find that I am an adequate cook but I do have some salad first." With a small chuckle, he said, "It is difficult to mess that up. No heat involved. Just throw in lettuce and vegetables and mix. Poof! Instant salad," he said chuckling.

"There are warm salads," Fiona pointed out. "I have a lovely recipe for a warm spinach salad, maybe one day I can return the favour and cook for you." She waited for him to pick up his fork before she did. It would be impolite to start eating before your host, as her mother often told her. "I'm actually surprised you put in all this effort for me," she blushed slightly.

"I would welcome the day that you return the favor," Gary said raising his glass again and then taking a sip. "Please," he started, "eat. I would not want to lose my doctor to starvation." As if to encourage her, he poked some leafs of salad with his fork.

Fiona laughed and picked up her fork, she speared a few leaves of lettuce, though held it poised in midair for a moment. "I'm sorry, Gary," she said with a frown. "My mother... well.. one of the few things she taught me was to always take my cues from my host," she lifted the fork to her lips and finally took a bite of the salad.

"Did she, now?" Gary asked interested. He munched on the salad thoughtfully. After a few moments, he picked up his glass of wine and washed the salad down with it. I wonder if she will mimic me. "Why don't you tell me more about your family?"

Fiona took another bite of the salad and contemplated the request. She then realized it had been a while since she'd taken a sip of the wine, and so washed the salad down with a tiny sip. Already she was feeling tingly and warm in her stomach. Soon the alcohol would go to her head and she would be a giggling fool, a thought that caused her to frown slightly. "Well," she sighed. "My parents were very busy with their careers. Mother taught at the academy and Father worked at Starfleet Medical headquarters. I have a younger brother, Aidan, he's an engineer. Has six kids, three who were born shortly before he turned seventeen... and have three different mothers," she paused and played with her wine glass a bit, swirling the contents, debating on if she was being impolite by not taking another sip yet. "He was not the most... discretionary, as a teen. But he's cleaned up his act and is a wonderful father. We talk regularly, in fact, I spent my entire month's leave with him and his family on Earth, catching up." She felt like she was babbling and so took another tiny sip of the wine and put the glass down. "What about your family?"

Smiling at Fiona, he watched as she continued to drink the wine. "An Engineer, you say? That was my field before becoming a Captain, you know. It is a noble field." Ignoring the question about his family, he continued, "I did not hear you mention anything about your own children or spouse...."

"I don't have a spouse or children," Fiona noted he didn't talk about his family. She went to reach for her wine, but miscued, already feeling the effects of the alcohol. Her hand missed by less than an inch, she brought her hand back, but miscued again and sent the still nearly half full glass of wine flying toward her chest. Her reaction time slowed and she managed to barely catch the glass before it smashed on the ground, but not before its contents soaked her dress. "Oh... damn..."

Gary rose up and said, "Just wait a moment. Let me get a towel. I will have you fixed up in no time. Or, wait! Better yet, let me get you a robe. You can get into it and make yourself comfortable." Gary disappeared into his bathroom and came back before Fiona could object. "Here," he said as he started to press the towel to her dress.

Getting close to Fiona was the goal. He knew that there would be no help for the dress now. If he could just convince her to take the robe.... "Damn, Fiona. This towel just won't do." He handed her the dry robe. "Why don't you get out of your dress and get into this? I'll take care of the spill while you do that. OK?"

Fiona watched, slightly dumbfounded as Gary pressed the towel to her stomach area. The damp fabric chilled her and she accepted the robe. She moved to the side and looked around, there wasn't really a place for her to change that would be out of view aside from the bathroom and she didn't really trust herself to walk there without giving away that she was already tipsy. Before rational thought took over, she turned her back to Gary, slid the straps of the dress over her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. With a swift, oft practiced motion, she unhooked the strapless bra she wore, that was also now soaked in wine, with her left hand and brought the robe around with the right. Before Gary could get more than a glimpse of the side of her breast, she'd covered herself with the robe.

Turning back to him and securing the robe, she blushed a brilliant red, aided by the alcohol in her system. "Oh, Gary... I'm so sorry... have I ruined the carpet?" The robe didn't quite fit her and she tried to hold it closed over her chest with her right hand. She stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do next.

Wow! That was quite the impressive feat. How'd she manage to do all of that without giving me more of a view? "You've done nothing of the sort," Gary assured her. He then ushered her back to the table and pulled the chair out for her to sit again, hoping that the robe would open more on her. "Do not worry yourself over any of this. It is not a large matter" The wine glass now empty, he poured her a new glass of white wine.

Fiona allowed herself to be led back to her seat, though upon sitting she realized two things. One, her underwear were soaked as well, and feeling quite uncomfortable; and two, she could not eat without exposing herself slightly. Forgetting which hand was holding the robe, she reached out with her right hand and clasped the stem of the wine glass. The robe fell open and she quickly pulled it closed again, blushing furiously. After taking a large gulp of the wine, she finally couldn't stand the wetness of her underwear. "Excuse me," she didn't give Gary a chance to react before she rushed off to the bathroom.

A moment later, she emerged, blushing so much even the tops of her breasts were red. She quickly moved to her pile of soaked clothing, hoping Gary didn't notice as she tucked her underwear under her bra then stood and kicked her dress over the bra as she kicked off her heels. She then slid back into her seat, feeling quite uncomfortable. "Uhm... where were we?"

Gary smiled, internally trying not to laugh at the flustered Doctor. She had a wonderful figure. One that the Doctor was embarrassed to show so early. He wondered why a doctor would be so embarrassed about her body. After all, did they not deal with bodies on a regular basis? One would think it would be more natural for her to expose herself and not feel embarrassment at it.

He looked into her green eyes and silently wondered if she was a natural red. If she was, he wondered what the fire down below would taste like. Lost in his own fantasies, he had to shake himself when he heard Fiona ask where they were. "We were talking about making you comfortable and families. But, more importantly, we were also discussing food. We have not yet even gotten to the main course...."

"Right, yes," Fiona nodded, she looked down at her salad plate, which was mostly empty at this point. "Shall we move on to the main course?" She didn't wait for the answer before sliding back out of her chair and gathering the plates, despite being the guest. She was feeling quite uncomfortable and just wanted something to do. While collecting plates, she forgot about the small robe that barely covered her.

Moving to Fiona, he wrapped his arms loosely around her from behind and held the plates. His body touched hers but did not press against her back. "Now, now," he politely scolded Fiona. "These are my quarters and I will not have my guest of mine doing dishes. Please," he said taking the plates in one hand and showing her the direction to his table again with the other, "sit. Drink. Eat. We're here to get to know each other better. These can wait."

Fiona jumped slightly when he came up behind her and wrapped his arms loosely around her. "Oh, I..." she blushed and turned around to face Gary. "Sorry, I was just trying to help.." she gave him a half smile, a nervous smile. His cologne filled her nostrils again and she took a half breath in but held it. She'd never been this close to a man before and her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest. "I... I'll..." she stammered, her eyes slightly wide as she tried to say that she would return to her seat.

Noticing that Fiona was not moving towards her seat, the game was up. Gary had her number. She wanted him. Dinner would likely have to wait. He moved his left hand to her face and then bent down, gently brushed her lips with his, and then pressed them more onto hers for a full kiss.

A gasp escaped her when his hand moved to her face. At first, she didn't react to the kiss, but then returned it. Her mind screamed that she shouldn't be doing this, but the alcohol told it to shut up and enjoy. Her hand moved to his chest, fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt. She didn't know what to do, so she followed his lead.

Feeling Fiona's hands on his shirt, Gary realized that he had the go ahead. She was so sweet and innocent. This was a time to fully enjoy the woman before him. He brought both hands to her face and cupped it while kissing her. However, after a short time, he brought both hands down to the shoulders of the loose robe and started to push the fabric away and down.

She shivered as the robe tickled the skin of her shoulders and back before it fell away from her body. Her mind raced, this was inappropriate, she should stop this, but his lips on hers made her heart race, the touch of his fingers brushing across her shoulders gave her goosebumps that sent a thrill down her spine. It was so wrong but it felt so right.

Softly, Gary told Fiona, "You are a beautiful woman, Fiona." He kissed her forehead and then traced his hands over her back with the back of his hands going downwards, stopping short of her ass. His hands then traced upwards with only the tips of his fingers, connecting at the back of her neck. He leaned in again, kissed down her nose and back to her lips.

As his hands ran down her back, she shivered. His breath on her forehead was warm. She gasped for breath but couldn't get any words out of her mouth before his lips returned to hers. Her fingers tangled in his shirt. Again her mind told her this was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself, maybe it was the alcohol. Though she wasn't entirely sure what to do, her mouth opened slightly and her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, they were shaking too much to undo them quickly.

When Fiona's mouth opened, Gary slipped his tongue along Fiona's lips and then slowly inserted it into her mouth, searching and probing for hers. One of his hands moved to the back of her red hair and encouraged her head to tilt while he caressed and played with it. His other traced back to her cheek. Nothing in his demeanor seemed concerned or hurried. He was confident and strong but tender with the Doctor.

When his tongue probed her mouth, Fiona moaned softly into his mouth. She allowed him to move her, mold her into whatever shape he wanted. The alcohol wasn't the only thing going to her brain. Finally, she managed to get the buttons of his shirt undone and pulled the tails from his pants. Carefully, slowly, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders.

Feeling Fiona relax, Gary smiled into the next few kisses. Of course, he had to remove his hands from Fiona's head and cheek to allow the shirt to fall off of him. As he did so, he kissed down Fiona's neck. He then allowed his tongue to trace her collarbone while his hands came free. The back of his left hand caressed the front of Fiona's right breast while his right hand took one of Fiona's and interlocked with it.

Another gasp followed quickly by another moan escaped Fiona as he kissed her neck. She gasped in surprise when his hand rubbed softly across her breast. "Ga... Gary," she practically whimpered her back arching causing her breast to press into his hand. "I... I..." she couldn't think, couldn't talk. Her nails scratched at his shoulders as she pushed the shirt off him.

A scratcher? Who would have thought it? A delicious surprise. Gary gave a sound of audible approval. He kissed down her neck and his mouth found its way to her left breast. His tongue circled the full diameter of her breast. Each time around was a smaller concentric circle on it, funneling more tightly with each lick towards her nipple. His left hand had a mind of its own. It found her nipple and lightly pinched it while another finger lightly moved across it.

Fiona's knees nearly buckled when he flicked her nipple. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she attempted to hold herself up. Her left hand came up, intending to clasp at her own throat as it tightened, instead it found his head and her fingers tangled in his hair. Again she tried to tell him that she'd never done this before, but her throat tightened and nothing more than moans escaped as her back arched, pushing her breasts into his hand and mouth.

Excitement filled Gary and he pressed himself closely against her. Assuring that she stayed tightly against him, his right hand moved to her bare bottom and squeezed it and pushed her into him. His mouth was now engulfing her breast while his tongue flicked across its nipple. Fiona could feel that excitement as Gary's genitals hardened. Murmurs of pleasure could be heard as he sucked.

"Gary.." she gasped, feeling his erection pressing into her thigh. She knew this was inappropriate but oh god did she want it, wanted him. A loud moan escaped her and her hips pushed forward as he grabbed her ass. Wanting more, she fumbled at the closure of his pants, trying to pull them off him, expose more of him.

"Mmmm, Fiona. You are lovely," he told her as he moved his mouth off her breast. "Let me help you with your desire." Momentarily removing his hand from her breast, he unbuttoned his pants and then with her hands pushed them down. They dropped to his feet, leaving him only in boxer briefs.

He squeezed Fiona's ass again, keeping her close and then bore his mouth strongly and passionately against hers. His breath was warm and his tongue entangled with Fiona's. Her tongue tasted of the sweet white wine she had earlier, mixed with a honey scent.

Fiona's mind began to feel fuzzy, her thoughts swirled through, but nothing stuck other than the desire to feel more of this pleasure. As his mouth returned to hers, she allowed him to push his tongue in, moved hers against his, mimicking his movements. Her hands moved across his back, nails scratching softly.

Then she broke free of the kiss, momentarily catching her breath. She realized that she could actually speak this time, though her voice came out thick and lustful, a sound she was surprised to hear. "Gary.. I... I've never..." she blushed again, the flush of blood causing her face and neck to turn a dusky rose. "I've never done this before..." she finally admitted, then before he could try to stop, she whispered "but I want this... I want you..."

Gary stopped, surprised at the situation in which he found himself. "You're a virgin? Really?" he inquired incredulously. Reflecting on the evening, it certainly would have explained her embarrassment and flushing. He had mistakenly assumed that it was the wine or just her natural shyness.

He took his hands off her and then took her hands in his. "Well, let's take this slowly." He guided her to his bed and laid her down on her back, his hands underneath her, gripping her ass and squeezing it tightly up to him. Lying over her, he kissed her tenderly. Breaking the kiss momentarily, he said, "I think we should explore what you find most enjoyable."

Fiona nodded when he asked if she was a virgin and allowed herself to be guided to the bed and laid down upon it. At this point all she wanted was that feeling, that rush, to return. "O..ok..." she said before his lips returned to hers. This sudden change had thrown her off, but she wanted him so she followed his lead. She could feel his manhood pressing against her and wondered what it would feel like inside her. But then, the way he spoke sounded like there were many ways to get pleasure. She was so confused, but curious at the same time. All she could think about was the kissing and his mouth on her nipple. "Wha..." she couldn't get the words out between kisses. Instead she moved his hand to her breast and moaned softly when she caused his fingers to brush over her nipple.

Gary felt one of his hands get removed from Fiona's breasts. "Ah, you like that, do you? Let's see if we can make it better for you." Without waiting for a response, he pinched her nipple lightly with the one hand, flicking a finger across the nipple to stimulate it. At the other breast, he mimicked the actions of his hand with his mouth, teeth and tongue on the other. While she was distracted by his playing with her nipples, Gary slid slightly to her side, relieving some pressure of his weight on top of her. He then took his free hand and brushed it against her mound teasingly. His hand moved to and fro and he imagined that his hand could feel the heat building there. Finally, he allowed his hand to find her labia and left his hand teasingly there, waiting for something.

Fiona gasped and cried out in pleasure when he pinched and flicked her nipples. Her back arched and her hands twitched over his back. Another gasp of shock came when his other hand moved down rub teasingly across her pubic bone and labia. She could feel the blood rushing to her vulva and her body shook with anticipation. Without a thought she spread her legs and arched into the hand on her labia, gasping and moaning when his hand slid through the outer labia and fingers brushed her clitoris and down into the wetness pouring forth from her vagina.

Taking a hint from Fiona's body language, he allowed his index finger to slide into her slit. Wow, is she ever wet! 34 years of waiting might do that to a girl. Well, we will have to make sure that this present is not wasted. He moved his finger around at her opening, rubbing its lips. He would tease allowing the finger to slide just slightly in and then tease her outer lips. One finger became two as she became wetter and her body opened more.

The excitement of being with a virgin and teasing Fiona so slowly stiffened his member more. However, it was constrained within his underwear still. He mentally debated what he should do about that, as well as debating what he should do next with Fiona. There was much to explore but 34 years of pent up energy might cause her to explode before long.

Fiona's eyes rolled back and her body arched hard as his fingers teased her vaginal opening. Having never felt pleasure like this before, she wasn't sure if she could survive the teasing. Her hips bucked slightly when two fingers slid barely into her opening, causing them to go in further. A strangled cry of surprise and pleasure came from her throat and her nails dug into Gary's shoulder. When the constriction in her throat released, she panted, hips wiggling, trying to get more of that feeling. Her entire body vibrated so hard she thought she might end up on the floor.

Gary's mouth released Fiona's breast. His fingers continued to tease inside of her but now they started to thrust, mimicking the movement twould occur once his member was inside of her. Taking his hand off her breast, he rose off of Fiona and used his free hand and body to wriggle out of his underwear. She could see his now throbbing and stiff member for the first time. IT was long and thick. "Are you sure this is what you want?" The question carried both mischievous and concerned undertones.

"Yes," Fiona said between gasps, her eyes captivated by his erect penis. Before she could do more another wave of pleasure crescendoed over her and her back arched. A spasm caused her vaginal wall to tighten ever so slightly over his fingers. "Oh gods, yes!" she cried.

"You asked for it," he told her smirking. Lowering himself back down, he removed his wet and now pruning fingers out from Fiona. A second later, Gary positioned himself on top of her, the wet fingers slipping under her ass and squeezing it. Slowly, he inserted his tip inside Fiona. He watched her for a reaction, making sure that she was still comfortable before allowing more of himself to enter her. To assist the process, his free hand went back to her breast and a finger lightly traced it in circular motions.

Fiona moaned as he slid slowly into her. She tightened slightly at a pinprick of pain, but the feeling eased as he teased her nipple and moved further inside her. "Oooooh..." she moaned hands returning to his arms and shoulders. "Yes...Ga...gary!" She gasped and arched, body still shaking.

Gary could tell Fiona was close. It was best to let her experience all the pleasure she could from her first experience. More play could occur after this first orgasm that seemed imminent. No pain evident on Fiona's face and pleasure overtaking her, he gave her a full thrust of his manhood. Lowering completely onto Fiona, he nibbled at her ear and said, "Feel it. Take it. Enjoy it. Relish the pleasure. Let go."

Fiona felt every muscle in her body tighten as the orgasm hit her fast an hard. Her back arched and a scream of pleasure caught in her throat, coming out strangled and nearly choking her. Her nails dug into his back and her heart was beating so fast in her chest she feared it would stop.

As the pleasure began to subside she whimpered. Then her legs locked around him and she barely whispered, begging for more, telling him not to stop.

"As you wish," he whispered in her ear. Nipping at Fiona's neck, he built his thrusting speed up. Grunting and groaning, already near orgasm himself from having Fiona's wash over him. He concentrated solely on his sensations. He craned his neck back towards Fiona's neck and nibbled it. As his breathing became quicker, his mouth reached again for Fiona's. Finding it, his now hot breath filled Fiona's mouth as his tongue desperately searched for Fiona's as the critical moment neared. "Oh!" he exclaimed breaking the kiss. "Uh, oh, arrrrrr!" His face contorted with pleasure and Fiona felt Gary's body jerk as he filled her. He then collapsed on top of her. "So good," he exhaled....

As he climaxed, so did she for the second time. This time wasn't quite as intense as the first but Fiona was still in ecstasy as his mouth covered hers. Her back arched sharply and her head snapped back as both of their climaxes washed over her. The sensation of hot fluid spurting inside her caused a shiver to run down her spine.

When he collapsed on top of her, she took a few shuddering breaths. One hand found the nape of his neck, the other tangled in his hair. The one on his neck felt his pulse, though she couldn't quite count as her own was thumping hard enough to jump right out of her chest. Her breathing was awkward, hitching and heaving as she attempted to catch it, to slow herself down. "Gary..." she whispered, eyes suddenly feeling heavy. "That was...was...amazing..."

"Yes, it was, my dear." He sighed pleasantly and rolled off of her to the side. He kept contact with her. "And you have only just begun your experiences." There was another moment of silence before he said, "Now that we have had some dessert, perhaps you would like to eat dinner?"

Fiona giggled and stretched. "I guess we shouldn't let your wonderful meal go to waste," she propped herself up on one elbow. "But I'd rather not wear the robe again, much too small and uncomfortable."

"I think we're well beyond formal pleasantries of being dressed during a meal," Gary replied with a short laugh. "And as long as you're comfortable, that is all that matters." Gary considered the predicament that they were in. "Perhaps before you leave my quarters, I should go to yours and get a change of clothing. I don't think that the crew needs to see how lovely you are."

Fiona flushed again at the thought of Gary retrieving panties and a bra for her. It deepened at the thought of her walking back to her quarters in the too-small robe. "Uhm... yes," she said softly. "I guess you should..." she bit her lip. "Shall we eat first?"

"Indeed," Gary agreed. "I'll go for you during the graveyard shift. That way nobody should likely be aware. Sound good?" He took her arm and escorted Fiona back to the table. He then went to the burner and said, "For you, I made an herb ravioli with a creamy walnut sauce. I thought that a traditional Italian dish might suit you, somehow." Filling her plate, smiled as he stopped to sip some more of his wine before repeating the process and sitting another plate before himself.

Fiona tilted her head back and laughed. "You made traditional Italian food for an Irish woman? Oh Gary," she giggled before taking a sip of her wine. "I love that you put so much thought into this. And despite my heritage, I do love Italian food."

He shrugged helplessly. "I do not have a gift for Irish food. Italian, French.... Those I can do. You will have to make the Irish food for us next time, my dear. Deal?" He dug into his ravioli and chewed several times before announcing, "Adequate."

Fiona nearly choked on her sip of wine at 'next time'. She hadn't even expected this time and hadn't thought of the future. She cleared her throat and tucked into the food, thinking that another dinner like this would be quite welcome. "Perhaps I shall," she smiled. "I haven't made a traditional dish in a long time, but for you, I can make some traditional Irish food."

"Good. It is decided," he told her chewing and swallowing some more of the ravioli. After a long pause, he said, "You were not kidding that this was your first time, were you? How is that possible? A beautiful woman, such as yourself, waiting until now."

She blushed furiously again and looked down at her plate. "I wasn't... and I've been told I'm oblivious when it comes to men and their desires toward me..." she licked her lips before biting the lower one. "I guess any other man interested in me gave up before getting anywhere." She took a bite of the ravioli and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "You have also been the most forward of all the men I've ever met."

"I see no reason to beat around the bush, excuse the pun," Gary said with a laugh to himself but out loud. "If someone wants something, they should go and get it. We deprive ourselves of so much when we doubt matters and try to guess."

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled warmly at Fiona. "And, all you had, from what I could tell was uncertainty. I cannot imagine what would cause a beautiful woman such as yourself to doubt herself in any way, Fiona."

She blushed again and took a sip of her wine. "To be honest, Gary, I didn't know what was going on until you kissed me..." she looked at her wine glass. "And well, my mother brought me up to be a proper lady and affection is not something I learned. I was made aware of this in the Academy. I still don't quite understand romantic interactions." She finished what was on her plate and carefully laid her utensils on it. Then she finished her wine and leaned back in her chair.

Her mind kept straying to the feelings of before and she felt that heat rush in her nethers again. She shifted slightly as the wetness began seeping down her thigh. "So...uhm...what shall we do until graveyard shift starts?" It was evident that the wine was starting to go to her head when she giggled after asking her question.

"I think that you have a lot of learning and unlearning to do, Fiona." He moved around the table and gave her another deep, long, passionate kiss. Once it was over, he nodded over toward the bed. "Why don't we get you caught up?"

Fiona wasn't expecting the kiss, but she eagerly returned it. "Hmmm...yes..." she said quickly, standing up and giggling. "Give me an anatomy lesson, Gary..." again she giggled and allowed him to lead her to the bed.

 

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