Rules of Engagement
Posted on Fri Dec 2nd, 2022 @ 4:14am by Commander Rosa Coy
Mission:
New Horizons
Location: Starbase Haven
Timeline: Night after the Command Staff Party
Rule 1: The no tethers, no attachments, no worries rule.
"First, finish your drink." Coy suggested.
To which, in her growing excitement Dysi looked at, processed and then downed in one gulp. "Now what?" She asked.
Coy took Dysi's hand and helped her from the booth. "Let's walk. You talk and I'll listen. Sometimes a little release is good for the soul." They exited the bar, arm in arm. "Once you get the baggage off your mind I'll fill you in on rule number one. Deal?"
Dysi, only a few inches taller, nodded and began unloading. She would later wonder why she felt comfortable and safe around a complete stranger. Right now there wasn't a care in her mind, just a pair of ears willing to listen. Right now she didn't quite grasp what was even happening, or why, but something within said this is what we have needed and this is what we want, so go with it.
It took almost forty-five minutes of walking and stumbling around the shopping area before they reached Dysi's door and the end to her woeful stories. She had talked about being overworked but loving her assignments. She had mentioned more than a couple of times about this guy she likes but was too afraid to ask out for fear of ruining their friendship. It was when she began talking about future plans that Coy redirected her back to the stresses of the here and now. Unload the current stresses, then unpack the worries a little at a time.
Dysi stopped at the door and turned, "Wow, I've done all of the talking. You're such a great listener. But, now you promised to tell me the rules." She pressed the unlock and her doors slid open.
Coy simply smiled, "Rule One is what I call my no tethers, no attachments rule. Essentially, with every encounter there is a chance for attachment. Attachment is an anchor which limits growth by keeping me in one place. As a pilot I cannot stay static for long, so no attachment, no nicknames and no call backs. This limits the chance of Klinger's."
"I'm sorry, Klinger's?" She asked, confused. "Do you mean Klingons?"
"Klingons I can handle, though not yet in this host. No a Klinger, especially a stage 5 Klinger is someone who grows an instant attraction and doesn't understand what boundaries are. By delivering the no attachments rule up front, there should be no worries."
"Oh, sounds lonely."
"Some days. But then there are days when you meet someone special like yourself who just needs a little something to lift her up and press her firmly against a wall."
"Oh my. Um, come in. Mind the mess." Dysi stumbled into her quarters and Coy followed, allowing the doors to close behind her. While Dysi busied herself with tidying, Coy had other plans. The best experimentation is on the spur of the moment.
She had already spotted the bed, and had removed her jacket, laying it across a chair. As Dysi continued to move and talk, Coy walked up behind, placed one hand on each of Dysi’s hips, and firmly but smoothly both stopped Dysi in her tracks and began lifting the woman’s top from her body.
Dysi’s skin responded with goosebumps as the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention to the sudden touch of Coy’s hands. She instinctively raised her arms to allow Coy to remove the blouse.
Coy had other plans however, as the blouse moved over Dysi’s face, effectively trapping her arms and shrouding her vision, Coy stopped, turned Dysi around and in one smooth motion lifted her up and laid her out on the messy bed.
Dysi took a heavy breath filled with sensual anticipation. She was now fully under the control of someone else as she allowed her stresses and day to day worries slip from her mind. Coy’s hands roamed on Dysi’s smooth abdomen, taking special care around sensitive areas. The idea was to arouse, not tickle, though often one and the same.
As Coy touched, Dysi’s breathing intensified until she suddenly changed and asked, “So, what is rule number two?” Coy recognized this as Dysi allowing her thoughts to override her feelings, something she often experienced.
Instead of out right stopping, Coy backed off long enough to remove her own shirt, making certain to toss it in the direction of her jacket to better find later.
Rule Number Two: Control is an illusion
She began kissing Dysi’s lower chest area, her exposed neck and touching her navel area. In between kisses she spoke, “Control is an illusion. When you pilot a craft, especially something that travels faster than light speed, one marker, one small degree off, and you become one with a space rock. Every one of us is a heavenly body spinning out of control at any given moment. The best we can hope for is to lose ourselves in the company of another. Sort of like I’m hoping to do with you.”
Coy reached up and freed Dysi’s head from the blouse, and then tossed it on the floor without care. “Those who try to hold onto a tight control of their surroundings often end up stressed, depressed or something far worse. Sometimes the best way to find control is to let go.”
Dysi bit her bottom lip as she peered up into Coy’s eyes. “How did you get so wise?”
Coy just smiled, bent down and began kissing Dysi on the lips. The rest of the night involved a loss of clothing, and plenty of experimentation as promised. At one point Coy had picked up Dysi and pressed her against the wall using her body strength to both lift and move the woman with ease. One was well practiced, the other not so much.
Hours passed until exhaustion and drink finally took their toll and in a pile of sweaty limbs they fell into the bed and passed out in a cuddle where they shared the joy of big spoon little spoon. Satisfaction wasn’t a guarantee, but the journey and the effort were worth the experience that night.
Sometime before 1100 hours, Coy rolled out of bed. She dressed in her clothes from the night before except for her panties which somehow ended up on Dysi’s right arm. She used the mirror to adjust her appearance and with one last kiss she made a B-line for the door.
Just as she reached it Dysi asked, “So, is that it? No goodbye?”
Coy stopped and turned around. “I didn’t want to wake you. I had a good time. Maybe the next time I’m in the neighborhood I’ll look you up?” She lied. That would obviously break rule number one. “If I may offer one piece of advice?” Dysi nodded. “Tell him. If you like him, just open up and say it. Most men appreciate a compliment or expression of care sometimes more so than most women I know.” Coy smiled.
“Thanks. I just might. Come back and do that thing you did with your tongue, please.”
Coy rubbed her own chin. “Not sure I can handle a fourth round. Besides, I have to settle in on the new ship. Be seeing you.” She took a step back and the doors opened.
“Wait, what about rule number three?”
“Oh, rule number three is…” The doors closed with her on the outside. She placed her hands in her pockets, turned and walked away.
Rule Number Three: Always leave them wanting more.
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