Dinner for two

Posted on Thu Jun 6th, 2019 @ 11:38pm by Captain Gary Alexander
Edited on on Thu Jul 4th, 2019 @ 10:24pm

2,718 words; about a 14 minute read

Mission: Mission 0 - Pre-Sigma Iotia II
Location: Fiona's Quarters
Timeline: 2167/07/10 1815

Humming nervously, Fiona moved back and forth in the small kitchen of her quarters, putting the finishing touches on dinner. She moved the plate of soda bread and the dish of butter to the table, making sure to avoid getting wax from the candle on either item. Then she gave the stew a stir, before taking a tasting spoonful. "Perfect!" she grinned as she recovered the pot and turned the heat down. Under a warming cover, the soda bread pudding sat, making Fiona drool slightly.

She'd gotten a recommendation from the chef on a wine to pair with her traditional mutton stew. This she sat on the table before surveying the scene making sure everything was perfect. Her stomach did a flip as she realized Gary would soon be there. She hoped he liked everything. "Computer, lower lights to twenty five percent," she called and nodded to herself that it was just the right lighting.

Gary arrived at the Doctor's quarters. In his hands was a small bouquet of flowers that he randomly picked from the Arboretum. He did not know what they were but they were colorful and they smelled nice. He rang the chime and waited, hoping that he would not be waiting too long.

The chime caused Fiona's heart to jump into her throat and skip three beats. Trying to steady her nerves, she moved to the door and pressed the button to open it. "Hello Gary," she said softly before noticing the flowers in his hand. "Ooooh, those are lovely!" She stepped out of the way, to allow him to enter.

Gary entered, allowing the door to close behind him. "They are for you," he said embracing her and kissing her sweetly on the lips. "Perhaps we should get them some water," he told her breathily. "What do you say, Fi?"

Heart now pounding in her throat, she nodded before gently taking the flowers and a step back. "Uhm, right, water," she said, shaking her head as though to clear it. "I have a vase here somewhere," she said and went to look for it. A moment later she appeared again, vase in hand. "There we go," she said filling it with water and carefully arranging the flowers in it. She placed it on the counter, only because she wanted to keep them away from the flames.

"Are you ready to eat?" She asked, moving back to his side again.

For an answer, Gary wrapped her into his arms and passionately kissed Fiona. His tongue tasted hers and after a short time, he withdrew. "Good appetizer," he commented. "But, we should not let the food go to waste, should we?" he asked gazing deeply into Fiona's eyes.

A soft moan had escaped her when he kissed her. She felt slightly dizzy after he withdrew, but she had a large smile on her face. "Mmm... Yes, let's at least eat some of it," she shook her head as though clearing thoughts. "I made mutton stew, the chef recommended a wine to pair, so I hope it is good," she gestured to the table. "Soda bread as well," she said. "And as a food related dessert, soda bread pudding."

Fiona didn't move away from him for a moment, wavering as though she wanted to kiss him again. But then she finally moved to stand behind her chair at the table. "I hope you like it," she said softly.

Gary pulled her closer into him. She could smell his cologne wafting into her nostrils. "I could not imagine not liking anything that has to do with you."

Fiona giggled as he pulled her closer again and placed her hands on his chest, enjoying his closeness and the smell of his cologne. She kissed him, lost in the moment, forgetting her stew entirely. At this moment, all she wanted was to kiss him, to feel his hands over her body.

Enjoying the kiss, Gary relished his formerly virgin vixen. His arms wrapped around her and grabbed her ass. He gave it a squeeze as he pressed her in tightly and passionately kissed Fiona. To Gary, she tasted of strawberries and cream. And, he definitely wanted to cream her.

Fiona giggled as he grabbed her ass, but didn't break the kiss. Her hands ran up his chest to his shoulders. One went down his back slightly while the other went up and tangled in his hair. Breathlessly, she broke the kiss and leaned back slightly. She took a few steadying breaths and sighed. "Gary..." she smiled at him sweetly, though her eyes betrayed how turned on she was already. "I thought we were going to try the food first," she teased.

"I'm tasting something delicious right now," he countered. Seeing Fiona's hunger, as well was exciting him. He wondered how long he could make the anticipation for both of them last.

Sharply, he removed his hands from Fiona's rear and held them up for her to see at the sides of her head. "You, my dear, are of course right," he said with playful chivalrousness. "Perhaps we should sit right down at that table and enjoy all of your preparations."

Fiona narrowed her eyes slightly at him, giving him a questioning look. "That was too quick a change in behaviour," she said after a moment. "But I shall play your game," she smiled demurely at him before moving into the kitchen to fill two bowls with stew and carry them to the table. Before he could attempt to grab her again, she sat down and gestured for him to do the same.

"Too quick?" Gary asked wondering where Fiona learned to narrow her eyes like that. She had just been a virgin a few days ago, right? Gary silently wondered if women gained that look the moment that they lost virginity.

When Fiona avoided his potential grasp, Gary was convinced that his once innocent virgin was now experienced in a way that he could not conceive. "It looks almost as good as you," he told Fiona.

Fiona blushed, looking down at the stew. It was taking everything within her to sit there, avoiding his touch. If she looked at him now, she was sure she'd be naked on the bed in seconds. "Thank you," she said demurely, picking up a piece of the bread and buttering it liberally. "I hope it tastes as good as it looks to you," she added.

I wonder if it would taste as good to you as I taste to you. The thought having passed his mind, he grinned, watching his once again shy Doctor hide herself from him. He took a piece of the bread and mimicked Fiona's movements. A sudden thought occurred to him regarding buttering Fiona and making a meal of her.

No, no he scolded himself. She has made this effort for you. Best to enjoy the effort and let the anticipation build. "Tell me, Fiona, what do you suggest that the best way to eat this meal is? I would like to enjoy it as you intended it."

"With a spoon?" She tilted her head and looked at him like he was silly. "It's stew. You eat it like you would a soup, and the bread, however you like. I like it with a lot of butter, but you can dunk it in your stew or just eat it plain," she shook her head, but smiled at him.

"I'll try it both ways, then." First, he took his spoon and scooped up a mouthful of the stew. Putting it into his mouth, he swished and chewed it several times before swallowing. He put up a finger and then drank some water. Then, he broke some bread after putting down his water, dipped it vigorously into the stew and then bit into it. Some of the stew dripped onto the table. He did not stop to pick it up. After swallowing, he told Fiona, "It is so difficult to decide. Both ways are rather delicious, just like their maker."

Watching him, Fiona fought the urge to laugh at him, though she look at him like he was a buffoon. When he called both the food and her delicious, she turned a brilliant shade of red. "T... thank you," she managed to say, before looking down at her stew. She picked up her spoon and scooped up a bit, but held it there, hovering over the bowl.

It was difficult to sit and eat when all her mind could think of were the last things she and Gary had done together. She squirmed slightly in her seat before quickly putting the spoonful of stew in her mouth and chewing delicately on the piece of mutton she'd scooped up. It was scrumptious and she was glad she'd settled on the stew. However, she wanted the feelings Gary had given her before more than she wanted the food.

It was hard to play this game she thought she was playing, but she continued to concentrate on the mutton until she could chew no more. Setting her spoon down carefully, she picked up her buttered bread and dipped it gingerly into the stew. "I'm glad you like it," she said softly, still keeping her eyes from his. Not trusting herself to keep her hands to herself if she met his eyes.

It was amusing watching Fiona keep her eyes off of him. How could he make this more tantalizing. "What's so interesting in that stew? Is it more interesting than I am?"

Fiona's eyes flicked up at him then back down to the bread. "No, it's," she made a strange noise that wasn't quite a word, more an elongated sound. "I... I'm sorry, I'm just so... flustered around you," she admitted, now looking up at him again, though looking at a spot on his forehead that made it appear as though she was looking at his eyes.

"Flustered?" Gary asked innocently. "Whatever do you mean? Have I made you uncomfortable, Fiona?" He gave her a wide smile and tried to look into her eyes.

"No, not uncomfortable," she blushed and lowered her eyes again. "I just... well... can't focus," she admitted, finally looking him in the eye and nearly instantly regretting she did so. Her heart fluttered, her neck and face felt hot, and she bit her lip.

"What must you focus on?" Gary asked like the spider asking the fly. "I can't imagine what would be so important that could distract you from dinner." Noticing Fiona turn red, he chuckled and placed his hand on her forehead. "Hmmmm.... You're getting a bit warm there, Fi. Should I call a doctor?" His smile looked like the the cat that ate the canary.

Giggling, Fiona blushed even more. "You know what I mean, Gary," she said finally. The hand lingering on her forehead felt cool and she tried not to get drawn into his eyes, but couldn't help but fall into them. "Why must you tease me so?"

"I would never dream of making fun of you, Fiona. Why would you think of such a thing?" he asked pulling his hand from her forehead and placing it over his heart mocking a wound.

"I didn't say you were making fun of me," Fiona giggled. "I said teasing me," she smiled demurely at him, finally breaking eye contact and looking back to her stew.

"Would you prefer I stop?" Gary asked innocently. "Would you prefer that I not play with you? I could just leave," he told her standing up and playfully taking a step towards the door. "I mean, if that's what you really waaaannnntttt."

"You are impossible," she laughed, but grabbed his hand on instinct. Standing, she knew would lead to her meal being ignored, but she couldn't help it, she stood up. 'Oooh, I've played into his game, haven't I?' she thought, blushing at the realization.

"Impossible, am I?" Fiona could feel his hot breath on her, along with the smell of the stew. He took her hand in his and then helped her closer by grabbing her ass with the other. "Do you feel me, Fiona? If I were impossible, I do not believe that you could." He grinned wider, bent down and kissed her.

Pulling back after a short but heated kiss, he asked, "Maybe that was a figment of your imagination? Perhaps you're just losing your mind?" He gave her a Cheshire grin. "What would the cure for this be, I wonder?"

"There you go with the teasing again," she murmured, growing ever more excited by his body against hers. She looked up at him, eyelids partially closed. "And you know what the cure for my... temporary insanity... is," she leaned in and kissed him, moving her free hand up to the back of his head.

This time, Gary engulfed Fiona and pulled her deeply into the kiss. It lasted for an immeasurable time as Gary allowed his tongue to dance with Fiona's. He then took his free hand, bent down, and scooped it under her knees. Using his hand on Fiona's ass as leverage, he scooped her into his arms and cradled her. Grinning widely, he started walking her to her bed.

Giggling as Gary moved, Fiona allowed herself to be literally swept off her feet. Both of her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She continued to kiss him on the lips, cheek, and neck, as he carried her to the bed.

"I think that dinner is now served," he told Fiona as he carried her to the bed and then placed her down on it, quickly taking the clothes from her body. "I think you said that I need to provide you with a cure. Is that not right, doctor?"

"It would be much appreciated," she said demurely, flushing at her boldness. Not that long ago she didn't know anything about the pleasures of sex, only the reproductive need for it. But now, now she couldn't get enough of it. Especially from Gary. He made her body sing in ways Ci couldn't and she was quickly becoming enthralled with the sensations of sex and orgasm.

"Well," Gary said, letting his hands wander over her body and start removing Fiona's clothing. "Let me see.... If you're my dinner, what ever shall I do?" He bent his face down to Fiona's mound and started kissing it, his tongue occasionally flicking over her clit. "Hmmmm," he mused.

Her legs spread enough to allow him full access to her vulva. While she thoroughly enjoyed his mouth being down there, she couldn't help but think about the absolutely wonderful feeling of him completely filling her. One hand reached down to tangle in his hair while the other found her breast and began rubbing over the soft flesh and erect nipple. "Ooooh..." she moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit and she felt her wetness increase.

Gary looked up and noticed that Fiona was playing with her own breast. He stopped licking her clit and then removed his clothing. "I think someone is already ready to be served," he told her. Once naked, he leaned over her and suckled on her left nipple as his left hand found her right breast. Simultaneously, his stiff rod punctured her wet sex. "Did you need this, Fiona?"

Eyes rolling up, Fiona moaned. "Oh... yess...! Gary... yes!" She cried arching into his hand. All thoughts left her mind as he entered her. Her legs spread a little wider, giving him more room to maneuver between them. One hand clutched at the blankets, while the other gripped his shoulder.

Gary nudged Fiona's legs wider with his knees so that he could penetrate Fiona more deeply. "Now that's my good Doctor," he told her as he slammed into her several times in rapid succession.

Gasping each time he slammed into her, Fiona opened herself completely to him. "Oooooh... Gaaaa...rrrry!" She moaned as she dug her nails into his shoulders.

"Oooh!" Gary exclaimed, getting more turned on by the nails. "You're feeling it, aren't you?" He pulled out and ordered her, "You like it deep, eh? Well, on your hands and knees. I'll make you feel every inch of me."

And Gary kept his promise as the night wore on.

 

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