"Thank you, Captain," Talia responded, and gathered all of her things around her,; a long stream of paper, an oddity to be sure, but like an apt accessory for her flowed upward and behind her.
"Meeting Room B," she muttered, comm channel closed already. "I'm sure I'll find it," she said to herself aloud. Talia walked with purpose and determination, trying to recall the way while she worked out additional information from the stronger signal she was analysing now.
Tapping the location on her PADD, she reminded herself of the way, and with the information and an idealistic confidence in finding anything she set her mind to, she walked along the corridors.
"I think I'll get there... B... B... B..." she said, and stopped, peered, nodded, and consulted before stepping past it, only to return to it again before walking in.
Gary did not rush to the meeting room. He could not be seen to be looking flustered or otherwise suspicious. Though, Talia already ruined some of that. He sighed as he straightened his slightly wrinkled uniform.
Arriving at Meeting Room B, he took on a more professional persona. "Good evening, Ensign."
"Captain," Talia said, grinning slightly as she used the meeting table, flicking her wrists to spread out the paperwork she had brought. "Are you all right?" she asked, glancing at him briefly before straightening out the paperwork before laying her PADD down on the table.
"That depends on the news you have to give me, Talia." He moved closer to her to look over her data.
Her fingers flew over the data stream, spiked circles in a deep red colour, seemingly picked for this occasion. "Here," she said, and tapped out the timing with her fingertip. "And exactly the same here."
She turned to peer into his face deeply. "You do understand, Captain, there can be no denial now. It is EXACTLY. THE. SAME."
Gary gave Talia a large smile. "And we are absolutely certain that this not a natural body. This is artificially created?"
Nodding vigorously, she moved closer, then ducked beneath him to slide herself by, pointing to another set of signals. They were all originating from the same location.
"Here," she tapped, "and then here," Leaning forward to stretched herself outward, and grinned widely back at him. "Gary, take a closer look. There seems to be two distinct signals, both from this area right here."
Tugging another piece of long paper out from beneath the one they were looking at, she pointed to a relief map of the star system they were currently travelling through.
"Right here." She leaned in closer, her ass outlined nicely by the pants she was wearing. "And it seems there might be a planet, or some sort of heavenly body..." she turned to look up at the Captain.
"See?"
Gary looked more closely at the data. What Talia said seemed to follow. Excitedly, he reached his arms around Talia and gave he a kiss on the forehead. "This is wonderful news. I just wish that you had not announced that you had found something over the com. I had asked for discretion," he reminded her.
Giving him a lopsided grin, Talia's face suddenly dropped. "Damn, Gary," she said sullenly. "I..." she sighed, letting her breath out in a long hiss. "It could have been someone's contact lens down the front of my uniform for all anyone who might be listening in knew, ya know?"
But rubbing her hand against her forehead, the expression was short-lived. "I... Yeah, sorry about that. But doesn't this more than make up for it?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief and the slightest grin twisted her full lips up wryly. "I mean, this could be... amazing!"
Her voice softened in awe, and she said it breathlessly. Like this was something she had waited for. Pioneers... how she remembered this rush.
Gary squeezed her tightly against him, obviously excited. "Yes, Talia, I'll forgive you. This definitely makes up for it." He looked at himself holding Talia and hesitantly let her go, blushing lightly.
"Sorry about that," he half-heartedly apologized. "Just, promising news." He gave her another apologetic shrug and looked down at the data. "Can you tell what any of this is saying, yet? Or anything about the technology level of whomever is putting this signal out?"
There was a slight rush that wasn't just from being a pioneer that tingled against her being in his arms. It had been quite a while since she'd felt the touch of a man, and she remembered it well.
His face... he coloured slightly and she raised her eyebrows. Something was... up. Had they not been flirting earlier and now? Something so simple had made him aplogise. But she laughed and patted his arm.
"Don't think anything more about it Captain. I could do worse than get a hug from you." Or anything more, she thought, and turned her focus back to the data.
"Without the sensor array at full power, I have a limited amount of resources I can use, so I can tell you this: It's far too regular to be anything other than artificially created. And to use something from our own reference library, at least in signal strength and repetitiveness... I believe it's a beacon of some kind."
She didn't move away, but didn't appear to try to move any closer either. After all, her arms as they moved brushed against him, and when she turned, she could let him feel the heat of her without even touching him.
"The second signal... different, but more problematic." She brought out a second ream of paper. "We're not close enough yet, to yield any more information, but I can tell you that it seems more likely to be regular communication..."
"Captain?" he asked. "I thought we got by that. Gary, please." He then laughed. "You could do worse than get a hug from me? But could you do better?" he teased. "And, I think I gave you a kiss on the forehead, as well."
He laughed as he realized he was making a mountain out of a molehill. After all, KAT would not have cared. He would have done the same to her before today without thinking. There was no harm in it. "So, what you're saying is that I have to assist Engineering in getting the sensor array up. Have you seen any reports from Lieutenant Matthews?"
Gary mused the situation by placing his hand to his chin. "A beacon? What would it be saying? And who would it be intended for? All questions that I need answered."
"Fuck," she said apologetically. "You're right, Gary." She shook her head. "Sorry about that. And honestly, better or worse. Can't say either way. I just know that it was nice. And appreciated." She didn't sound sorry, but mind you she did look like she liked it.
And nodded along with his assessment. "Yep. the array needs repairing, but I haven't had the opportunity to review the Lt's report." She bit the inside of her lip. "That bad?"
It wasn't the best news, but certainly, it could be a lot more... final. "A beacon, yes. Once I can listen to the signal... maybe get closer? or ramp up the gain? ... then I can at least figure out what's being said."
Looking at the Captain intensely Talia said, "Then, and only then, could I answer the other questions you may have, Gary."
"I am glad that you appreciated it, Talia but you have no idea how lucky I feel to have you on this ship. You are very much appreciated." He took Talia's hand in his own and then patted it with his other hand. "This is wonderful news."
He then let go of the top of her hand and said, "The arrays are damaged but I was hoping that Matthews had repaired them by now. I could always check with his Yeoman. Shelly usually is good for some news."
He then looked deep into Talia's eyes. "With our current sensors, how close do you think that you need to be to listen in and figure out what that beacon is saying?"
Talia followed the Captain and nodded at the appropriate moment. "I should imagine with the boost from the array, we don't have to be any more than another couple of hundred thousand clicks from its origin, Gary."
She didn't shy away from the depth of his gaze, and wondered at it momentarily. Something was there... something behind those eyes, but certainly... nothing she would be privy to. She had seen enough in her life to know things were changing; perhaps that was it.
"And if we can send out some sort of probe to take pictures? We might even have more information before we need to get any closer. Would that work?"
Gary thought about that, his eyes looking through and beyond Talia. "We could send a probe," Gary thought out loud. "However, there is the risk that the probe would not come back and we only have a limited amount of probes." He paused before a counter-thought arrived. "Of course, if we take the ship in too close, we could find that the beacon was a trap and then we all are in dire straights."
He firmed his lips. "I wonder, is there a third option so we can get the information without risking anything."
Talia thought, her thumb nail flicking against her teeth. "Radar," she said gently. "Older technology, but we might be able to get pictures back if we send it out to ping against solid objects."
There were a few things that could go wrong... but that might be the fast and dirty method to at least secure their health and well being.
Unless whoever or whatever was on the other end assumed that such an active signal might be an attack...
"Radar will get us pictures but it won't get us the sound," Gary countered. "Infrared and ultraviolet scanning will do the same." Gary raised and lowered the hand that held Talia's forcefully. "Damn it! How close would a probe need to be to relay the information? Same distance?"
Doing quick calculations in her head, she realised something. "Between us and the signal," she said, her eyes widening. "We could use the probe as a booster of our scan, and neither of us would be at risk... minimum range... using our hull as a partial amplifier... 20,000 clicks off our bow?"
"I nearly got to that thought before you. Well done, Talia!" he beamed at her. "Or would you prefer to be rare?" he asked with a horrible pun.
"I want you to continue to monitor the signal and then consult with Lieutenant Matthews and Lieutenant Perlit to confirm your suspicions on using the probe to get you the information you need. Understand, Talia," he said looking deeply into her eyes. "I need the three of you to discuss this with nobody else but me."
Talia nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "Of course, Gary. I completely understand." Her expression was serious but not overly so. There was a twinkle in her eye and she said, "Well, if you're asking..."
She let a moment pass before she answered, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'd rather be well... done..." And she grinned and winked before resuming her sombre expression.
"I suppose I'll have to check in with them as soon as I can, huh?"
"Well done...?" Gary answered. "That requires a lot of marinating so that well done does not end up dry or burned," he teased back. "As to your checking in, you can do it in the morning. You have earned yourself some rest."
"You say that, like it's a bad thing, Gary," she said, her voice low and sultry. "And I think I deserve some rest, but you know what they say..." Talia was speaking as she gathered up everything she had brought, leaving nothing behind... "There is no rest for the wicked..."
The corners of Gary's mouth curled upwards. "That is indeed what they say." God, he really enjoyed playing with Talia. "But I do not see you as wicked. You have no wart, broom stick, or green coloring. Oh, wait, that's a wicked witch," he said laughing at himself.
"I think you got the consonant wrong, Gary, but well, that's just what I've heard about myself..." Her lips quirked and then widened into a full smile. "I guess then, that I DO get rest after all." She raised her eyebrows and looked at him pointedly, hands full as they had been when she entered.
"Pity," she said, and winked broadly before turning on her heel.
Gary looked at Talia. Did she just start to leave without his permission? "Just where do you think you're going, Ensign?" he asked firmly.
She immediately straightened and turned back to him. "Huh?" she said and then her eyes widened a bit in surprise. "I mean, begging your pardon, Captain." How she hated all these fucking rules...
That got her attention. "Did I say that you could leave, Talia?" he asked with an all too pleased grin.
"Um... no..." she said a bit stiltedly and her grin matched his own.
"Something else on your mind, Gary?"
"Constantly," he answered. He lifted himself onto the table and slid across it towards Talia. "I think that you are leaving prematurely."
Gasping, she moved back towards the table, arms still filled with crap. "Well, then, Gary," she said with a hint of play in her tone, "That would never do."
"Indeed not. I thought you said that you preferred to be well done. Certainly would not want you to leave feeling raw."
Talia's lips curled into a full smile, her eyes twinkling gently as she nodded, walking slowly back to the table. "How very thoughtful," she said and dumped everything in her arms in a poorly conceived pile in one of the chairs.
"Never let it be said that I am not concerned first and foremost for the needs of my crew." He smiled wider as he watched Talia dump her belongings recklessly. This was definitely getting interesting.
"No one will hear that from me, I'm sure," she said and glanced up at him briefly before placing a hand on either side of her hips, hopping lightly and easily onto the table. She landed squarely on her ass cheeks, and there was barely a shifting of the table beneath her.
"And don't ever let it be said that Dr. Talia Flowers, Ensign, or otherwise, would leave prematurely." Her eyes darkened slightly and flashed at him. "That could ruin my reputation."
She tilted her head back and laughed deeply. "If I had one, of course."
"I would not imagine that a married woman, such as yourself could possibly have a poor reputation. And, your name has rarely appeared over the Tickler. Such a devoted soul, you are...."
Nodding solemnly with an exaggerated look on her face she leaned in and whispered in Gary's ear. "I tend to stay under the radar, and my husband? Well... I think I scared the poor sod off, to tell you the truth," she said frankly.
Taking a deep breath, she let it out very slowly. "I guess I'm just too much of a handful..."
"Too much of a handful?" Gary asked with a mischievous grin. "So, he had very small hands, then?"
"Something like that," Talia said and grinned. "Or maybe thought he was getting someone else entirely..."
Nothing would surprise her. At all. Not where he had been concerned. It had been more than long enough to worry about him anyway, and now, on the ass end of the galaxy, it seemed even less useful.
"And exactly who did he think that he was getting?" Gary asked inching closer to Talia.
"Doctor. I mean, it sounds like a quiet sort... hard working..." She waved a hand around a bit carelessly almost hitting Gary in the process. "You know... boring as fuck."
Gary laughed at that, though he instinctively backed his head out of the way of Talia's hand as she waved it. "I cannot ever see you as boring. What was it that you saw in him?"
She thought back a little wistfully. "A worthy adversary," she said and looked off into some distant memory before she came back to the present. "He had fire, and passion, and looked like he might actually be able to tame me."
She shrugged. "But well, he hadn't bargained for a fight, I guess."
"So," Gary said even more interested now, "you do not believe that you can be tamed? Is that it? You want someone to break you?"
She had felt some pity for her husband who was almost assuredly her ex and then looked at Gary i some surprise. "I need a matching energy... someone strong. Someone I can respect. And who can respect me."
She crossed both her legs and turned to look at him. "I don't want to be broken, per se, Gary. But maybe someone could at least try to bend me a bit..."
"Oh," Gary said, his grin getting wider. "I bet you would be a heck of a lot of fun to bend in all kinds of ways."
Talia's laughter was deep and full, like warm honey, and she revelled within it. "Gary," she said after a moment of catching her breath, "I'm sure I would."
"You are extremely confident in yourself, Talia," he told her, closing the gap between them. "I believe that one should back up their assertions with proof." One of his legs reached over and ensnared her lower leg.
Talia closed her other leg on top of his so that he was sandwiched between her legs. "Empirical Data," she said sagely and scooted over closer. "How many data points you think you need for reference?"
She had heard the rumours. She knew that the Captain was quite the ladies' man... that he had bedded more females of any species aboard most of the boats out in Star Fleet. He could single handedly either open foreign relations with a large number of worlds or completely alienate them all from them.
Did Talia care? Not even a little. Because she didn't expect this little exercise be anything more than that.
"Data points?" he asked. "That would depend upon the amount of time required or permitted to collect the data and whether primary or secondary sources were being considered."
"Exactly," Talia said, flicking her eyes at him. "Time is probably short," she said conversationally, "And dealing with other sources could be problematic for at least this particular session."
She leaned forward, her long eyelashes brushing his face as she closed the gap between them, her full lips tasting his easily and without any shyness. "We could just consider this as a baseline."
"I would consider this more as one data point, Talia. Baseline is for when one is under more controlled positions." He loved the innuendo of 'controlled.' "And since everyone knows we are here, I would suggest that we mitigate the problems."
Hastily, he slid off the table and pressed the lock button on the door. Returning to the table, but not climbing on it, he grabbed her in his arms and brought her forward for a primal kiss.
Talia watched Gary move to the door and kept her eyes on him as he approached her on top of the table. She quirked an eyebrow at him just before he grabbed her. She uncrossed her legs and moved forward, curling her hands into his shirt and tugging herself forward, meeting the kiss with equal force.
Time was short and both of them knew it. There was to be no seductive foreplay here, only satisfaction of needs. Gary had to admit that he did not know where he was finding his energy. KAT had sucked a great deal out of him emotionally and physically. Ci was a long, drawn out flirtation culminating in some strong exertions. But Talia was something different. She seemed to know exactly what buttons to hit to intrigue him and take him.
Gary immediately reached for her pants and started to tug them down as his kisses became more frantic and deep.
Curling her thumbs into the top of Gary's waistband, she shifted her ass up and wiggled a bit, letting her pants slide off her lithe body. Using the leverage, she yanked firmly downward, and kept her eyes open, watching him as she crushed her lips against his, pants that she hadn't realised had been more off than on were now coming off again. Especially so soon.
But it didn't seem that Talia cared. She shifted her ass closer, legs now dangling off the edge of the table as her mouth moved in a more frenzied fashion, gnawing at his lips as her fingernails dragged along and dug into his ass.
Gary leaned over Talia, a fervor taking hold of him. Grabbing her hips to hold her steady at the end of the table, he roughly plowed his wood into her hole, forcing it to open, not caring whether her body had readied itself.
Taking her lower lip between his teeth, he pulled it out and before her lip could snap back, forced his tongue deeply into her throat.
Shifting her hips and rocking them hard into his, the unmistakeable slap of flesh against flesh echoed off the walls. She was opened, taken, and in turn, she lifted upward and rode him hard. His tongue was deep in her mouth and she bit it roughly, not hard enough to draw blood, but certainly enough for him to take notice.
She wrapped her legs around him, using her booted feet to pull him deeper, moaning hotly and with deep throated desire into his open mouth.
Gary's breathing became more rapid, his heart beat faster. She could feel it practically pounding through his chest. A primal groan of pleasure escaped his throat when she bit his tongue. He told her through desperate kisses, "I'll get you for that my pretty. But not tonight." He used his hands to pull her hips closer so his throbbing mass could enter her more deeply on each thrust.
Each successive thrust was meant with a grunt that conveyed heat and pleasure. His mouth started to stray as his back began to arch more towards a vertical position. "Here...you...go," he told her in a low growl.
Leaning back, she opened herself widely, taking him as deeply as he could go. "Promises, promises," she said, her voice low, gravelly, and laced with promises of her own.
"Give. It." She said, each word punctuated with his deep, bone jarring thrust. "Hard. Deep. More."
"Like...that?" The words were not intended as asking for a confirmation of what he was doing but more as a statement that he was going to give it to her hard and deep regardless of her preference at this moment. He slowed his speed to give strong, sharp stacatto thrusts, making sure to punctuate each thrust with a grunt. "Take it!" he told her.
Talia's lips curled up into a predatory grin, and she used her hands to tug him closer, using whatever part of his uniform she could grab. "Yessssssssss..." she hissed, and rode him as hard as he rode her, letting every angle, every scraping thrust and every word permeate her completely.
"Mmmmmmm...." she moaned, biting her lip as she squeezed him internally, rhythmically, in a controlled manner. Let him feel that, let him know what control was, and that she, like he, could take it, and relinquish it in the blink of an eye.
Gary felt the internal change on his member. Well, well, this woman is full of tricks. Poor husband has no idea what he missed. His breath quickened as his thrusting became more smooth and rapid. He turned his head to Talia's ear and nibbled on it while giving her a throaty whisper, "You're mine. Take it."
She purred, a low and deep sound that rumbled against him, and her hips moved in unison, counter rhythm in as rapid a pace as his. "You think so...." she breathed, teeth scraping against his neck as she leaned forward more, angled more above him as she overtook the pace. "You keep thinking that, Gary," she cooed and rotated her hips, grinding herself against him in broad circular motions.
Her hips moved as though they were on ball bearings, rapid, shallow and riding his head as she focused on pleasure, and a rapid and heady release.
For both of them.
Had Gary not had sex twice already this evening, he was certain that he would have instantly exploded the moment that she started to concentrate on his head. "You doubt it?" he told her again in a bass whisper before he bit her neck below the ear.
He was starting to tire but he knew that he had to keep pace for appearance's sake. Thankfully, he knew that the finish line was nearing and it was a mere sprint away. He picked up the pace, concentrating on the sensations, he lifted his head away from Talia and became more upright. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he concentrated on the sensations he felt. "That's it," he told her. "Uh huh."
She rocked against him, and kept up the pleasure, taking him deep and then in short and shallow strokes. She guided, drew it out, rode him hard and moaned against his skin. Her voice was deep and rich, and it added another dimension to the pace that he had set and she had overtaken.
"Cum for me," she whispered into his throat, and pulled him into her, taking cues from his words, and his body. Let him know who might really be in charge. And who might bend. Or who might break.
Under normal circumstances, Gary would have refused. But Talia did not know that he had already been very active that day. "You too," he told her as his body became more rigid, the force of his thrusts and the play on his head becoming too much to bear with his level of stamina decreasing. A guttural sounds came from his throat that almost sounded like "Oh" as Talia could feel the muscle inside her pumping warm, sticky liquid inside of her.
There. It. Was. The release, the...pleasure... it washed over her, through her, and rose up and into every fibre of her being. The sensations raced along her nerve endings, and she shuddered against him, mouth open wide against his skin as she sucked it sharply into her mouth.
When it was done, Gary had to snicker. Gently, he nibbled her neck, careful not to leave any marks. "I think we need to wrap this meeting up," he told her almost business-like.
"I think so too," Talia said, her eyes filled with amusement and more than just a little curiosity. Wiping off her spit from his skin, she grinned sheepishly.
Gary wondered at Talia's sheepish look. A few moments ago, she was a tigress. Now she was almost apologetic. Definitely a riddle to be solved. He quickly gathered his clothes and put them on. "Besides," he told her, "you have a morning appointment to make and hold."
"Yes, I do," Talia replied and was glad Gary didn't notice the small tooth mark she had left behind her rather exuberant attentions. Tugging her pants up as she slid off the table, she leaned over to gather her things once more.
"Good meeting, Captain," she said, and waited by the door. He had locked it... and only the Captain could open it again.
"I agree. We shall have to have another soon," he informed her as he unlocked the door. Though, how he was going to have enough energy to handle KAT, Ci, Mary and Talia, he was not sure. He was going to have to find a way to put them on some sort of rotation and figure out when they were in a womanly way so he could spend more time with the others at those times. God help him if they were all on the same schedule!
"Once you finish your meeting, contact me to brief me." For Gary, the language was specifically chosen to be purposely business but innuendo dripped for the careful listener, which he now knew that Talia was.
"Of course," she said without any formal or informal address. "I'll make sure to keep in touch."
Without waiting any further, she stepped up and through the door, looking as harried as she had when she first arrived.
There was quite a lot to do, and she was now on a tighter schedule. And if Gary thought there might be another session, well... maybe there would be, or maybe? There would not.
She had no expectations. At all.
Gary watched as Talia rushed off. He wondered at her. She was an enigma and there was nothing more that intrigued him than a good puzzle. For now all that he knew was that he was exhausted. He purposely strode to his quarters knowing that as soon as his head hit the pillow, he would be asleep. However, he also knew that when he woke up, he would see KAT and that would make all of his troubles go away for those moments.
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