They made it back to the Academy before dark but not before Dilsen stole another kiss from Marsin.
Over the course of the following week he would continue to do so and she began to make excuses to spend time with him. On his encouragement, she sought out Talla, the Andorian, and made peace with the blue-skinned female alien. As she later explained to him, they weren't exactly friends but they weren't enemies either.
Two weeks in to the new relationship, Marsin came back from class to find a small stuffed toy on her dorm room desk, along with a vase of colorful flowers she recognized as being from the Academy gardens. The note that was included simply said, "Sharee, Happy birthday. J." The stuffed toy was a representation of a sea lion and was the softest, cuddliest stuffed toy she'd ever thought possible.
The toy found a place of honor on her pillow and Dilsen found himself the recipient of a very enthusiastic kiss in private later that day. Boothby, the grounds keeper was given a kiss on his cheek for allowing Dilsen to have the flowers to give to her.
As for Grandmother, Dilsen was true to his word when he got in touch with his own grandmother. He explained the situation to her and she agreed to help by talking to Marsin's grandmother and convincing her that not being found was the safest option for her only grandchild.
In the forth week of their affair, Marsin was beginning to experience a very difficult and uncomfortable problem. She wanted Dilsen, badly. The kisses were fabulous, the cuddles and touches were nice, but everything she'd heard, read, and seen told her there was more and it had the potential to be really, really good. It was just trying to find the time and place to find out without being disturbed for at least several hours.
The opportunity came in the form of what the Academy called a long weekend; four days off. It was meant to give students a bit of a break before they started knuckling down to study for mid-term exams.
Dilsen knew this had been coming for a while and he had been carefully planning things. He had stocked his fridge and his pantry with plenty of items that he could cook and entertain with, as well as several bottles of a non-alcoholic fruit wine. He was planning to wine and dine Marsin, not get her drunk.
He didn't know why he was going to such lengths to make Marsin feel comfortable around him when he took their relationship to the next level. He only knew that it was important to him.
Unlike Dilsen's previous lovers, Marsin was different. His other lovers had been about good, uncomplicated company or a roll in the sheets to satisfy a sexual urge. Marsin had not been involved in such relations before so the concept was almost alien to her. She had only seen how ugly a relationship could get, not how good it could be. He was determined to show her just how good a relationship between a male and a female could be.
The long weekend was coming up and Dilsen had sent Marsin a note, complete with a pretty rose, inviting her to his place for the weekend. She wasn't sure what he was up to but did agree to the invitation, even promising to pack a light carry-all.
When classes let out for the weekend, Marsin changed in to an emerald-green ankle-length dress with an A-line skirt, princess seams on the bodice, a sweetheart neckline, and off-the-shoulder fitted sleeves. She had selected it on impulse from an online store in San Francisco and, with a little help from her roommate, who was a human female by the name of Debbie Armstrong, she also chosen a few pretty underthings. Armstrong knew Marsin was seeing someone but didn't know who and had enough sense not to push the subject. She had learned early on that Marsin was a private person and valued her privacy highly.
When Marsin rang the door chime to Dilsen's quarters, she had to first wipe her sweating hands on her dress, nervous as she was.
The doors hissed open and she entered. At first, seeing no one, she looked around curiously before calling out for Dilsen.
"Jon?" she called, both verbally and mentally.
"Be right there," he called back from somewhere at the back. 'Help yourself to something to drink, if you'd like.' Much to his disgust, Dilsen had gotten nailed with a last-minute conversation with a commodore who was concerned about his daughter's performance in his class. Dilsen, frankly, thought the girl had no business even being in the Academy, but wasn't about to admit that to the officer.
Finally, the conversation ended and Dilsen was able to sign off. He headed for the main room and discovered Marsin had taken him up on his offer of a drink. She now had a glass of a sparkling fruit drink in one hand and was checking out the few photos he had on his wall.
He came up behind her and gently kissed the exposed skin of her neck, liking her dress for the way it exposed her shoulders.
"Hi there," he said softly, drawing her against him.
"Hi yourself," she replied, twisting her neck so she could see him. She accepted his kiss, liking the way it felt with him holding her like that.
"I'm glad you came," he said, reaching up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. He impulsively kissed the shell of her ear, liking the way she shivered at the contact. He followed up with kisses along her neck and shoulder, places he hadn't been able to explore before because of her uniform.
"Thank you for inviting me," she managed to get out, her eyes falling shut from the pleasurable sensations Dilsen was creating in her.
"I like this dress," he said, continuing his attentions.
"My roommate, Debbie, helped me pick it out. Something about the color and my eyes," she moaned.
"Really?" he asked, not really caring. All he could think about was how good it felt to be able to hold her like this, to be able to touch her without keeping an eye or thought out for others.
"Jon?"
"Yes?"
"I'm about to drop my drink," she confessed, her voice quivering.
'And I really need to slow down a bit,' he thought. 'She's new at this.' He stopped his sensual torment and let her turn around. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
"A bit, yes," she admitted. "Is everything okay?" she asked, wondering if she'd done something wrong.
He smiled. "If you mean with the way things were going, yes, everything is okay. You haven't done anything wrong. We have all weekend to enjoy the physical side of pleasure, so there's no need to rush. I want you to be comfortable with me and this is a bit of a different setting than what we've been used to for the last several weeks."
"Oh, okay," she replied, relief surging through her.
He leaned his head against hers. 'We have time,' he whispered through her mind. 'Plenty of time for me to show you sweet pleasure. Be patient. It'll be worth it, I promise.'
'There's just one tiny little problem,' she confessed, sliding her hand up his chest and marveling at the feel of his muscles under his uniform, which he hadn't had time to change out of.
'What's that?' he asked, running his hands down her back and hips.
'I'm not so sure I can be patient. I've been burning with feelings I don't understand but want more of.' She bit her lip, blushing. 'I feel like I'm going crazy.'
'You're not going crazy,' he promised. 'I want you, badly, but I also want to be sure you enjoy it completely. There's more to this kind of pleasure than just the intercourse, believe me.'
'I believe you, and I'll follow your lead but could I please have one small request?'
He knew what she wanted. It was the same thing he wanted. He took her glass from her and set it on a nearby table. Then he cupped her face in his hands and proceeded to kiss her very thoroughly. When he finally stopped, she was certain she was going to collapse on the floor.
"I was able to acquire some fruit from some of the warmer parts of America," he said, gently leading her towards the kitchen-dining area. "Have you ever heard of a fruit called a honey dew? It's a type of melon and very sweet."
"Is it anything like the watermelon?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
"It's in the same family," he replied, smiling. "Some people love dipping chunks of it in melted chocolate, along with strawberries and other small fruit pieces." He grinned at the expression of delight on her face.
Over the course of the next hour Dilsen slowly teased Marsin with touches and tastes. He got her out of her dress and discovered her black lace and dark green satin strapless bra and panties and black thigh high stockings. He himself stripped down to his underwear and they took things to the living area.
At one point Marsin was certain she was going to have to ask Dilsen if the environmental controls had been tampered with because it was getting very, very warm in the living quarters. There was a large fake fur rug on the floor and both she and Dilsen were laying on it, along with an assortment of comfortable pillows. He had even turned on a number of flameless candles that cast a warm glow in the darkening room.
Eventually there was nothing between them and Marsin was begging Dilsen, for what, she didn't know, but for something beyond her understanding.
He gave it to her and then, and only then, did he give in to his own physical needs.
That was only the beginning, as Marsin would later learn. It was much, much later that they finally fell into his bed and fell asleep, snuggled against each other.