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Part 8 (Explicit)
Plasma fire was nasty stuff, it could burn without oxygen, and could eat through anything. What was even more dangerous was the residue, which could eat through Sierra clothing and set less fireproof materials alight. Sarah Triss was thankful that the DC crews had gotten the fires under control before the stand down was called, now she didn't have a distraction to keep her from her bed.
Her teams went off the sleep, and Triss made her way to her room, thankfully Walker had sustained minimal damage and no one had lost their bunks. The only main problem had been in engineering where the main engines had gone offline, but Zarva had that fixed.
Speaking of Zarva, Sarah felt glad that the Bolian would most likely spend the rest of the day in her engine room mooning over the Warp Core or something like that. That left Sarah a chance to relax without having to listen to the woman pace about restless about Engineering. She also could strip without embarrassing her.
As was standard procedure after fighting plasma fires, Sarah stripped down to nothing, bra and all, then tossed the uniform down the garbage chute. For several seconds she stood nude in her room, relieved at finally being ventilated after so long in the tight Sierra suit. During the refit back at the beginning of February they had managed to install a small shower adjacent to the room, Sarah wrapped herself in a towel and went to wash off. When she finished she returned and began to change. She considered going solo in the bed, nothing to cover her but the sheets. Zarva will be back, she thought, and she would shoot herself if she accidentally saw me naked. Sarah tended to roll in her sleep, which tended to leave her sheets a mess on not on the bed at all, she finally settled with leaving her bra and knickers off while she donned the 'standard' black silk shirt and pants to bed.
Sarah had just made her bed up and was about to crawl under the sheets when the door chimed and opened. She turned to see the most haggard and tired person she had ever seen standing in the doorway. Zarva's face was covered in some greasy residue and her jacket sizzled in certain places. The most terrible sight was her hands, which were burnt and one actually sizzled with a small fire.
Zarva looked at Sarah, oblivious to anything but the brown haired Englishwoman. "I think I'd like to take you up on your offer." She said tiredly.
Sarah walked up and took Zarva's wrists, careful not to touch her hand for fear of Bolian's toxic blood, she pushed the arms aside and reached up to unzip the jacket. Sarah peeled it away quickly, despite a small protest as the cuff brushed across her hands, and tossed it into the garbage chute. She paused for a second to marvel at the woman who was eleven years older than her. Since the Sierra uniform was supposed to be more durable, t-shirts and tank tops worn under were optional, Zarva had always complained about how the cotton shirts she had purchased itched when under he uniform, so all she had worn was her bra and knickers. Sarah watched the Bolian's face as she reached behind her back to take off the bra, she made no protest and Sarah did her best to avert he eyes from the slightly larger breasts. She managed not to share but instead went down to remove the other part of the clothes. When she had the pants and knickers off, again trying to avert her eyes, Zarva stepped from the pile of clothes. And to the shower.
That was about all she did. Sarah had to turn on the water, at the same time avoiding Bolian blood, and scrubbed her off. She finished with wiping the grease from Zarva's face and pulling her away from the water. Dried off she wrapped Zarva's hands and treated them with melorazine from her operations kit. As she finished she looked at the blank eyes and asked a question.
"Now how on earth did you burn all the way through a pair of gloves and all the way down to your skin? You're lucky have hands Zarva."
Zarva's eyes were blank, her head remained bowed, staring off into space in the direction of Sarah's knees. "A conduit just broke open and I had no choice." she said slowly. She was very tired.
Sarah took her by the elbows and lifted her up, she started to reach for Zarva's bed clothes but a hand stopped her. Her eyes were red, if Sarah could look inside the woman's mind she would have seen that she could think of nothing but her engines, but so desparetly wanted sleep.
"Lay with me." she said slowly. "Like you offered last night."
Zarva had lost all track of time, she only knew she was tired. She felt Sarah wrap her arms around her neck and cover her lips in a sweet gentle kiss. Then she was pushed back to her bed, where she lay down and waited for Sarah to strip and join her. They were too tired for sex, yet as Zarva lay on the outside edge, Sarah wrapped her arms around her about her ribs and began massaging her. She worked her way up to her shoulders, hitting places her mother had taught her to hit. In two minutes flat Zarva was fast asleep, Sarah pulled the sleeping woman closer and cuddled next to her with her back as close to the wall as possible. She soon drifted off as well.
Zarva woke because she was cold, her eyes opened to see that she was laying bare in bed, and that the covers had been pushed down to her waist and drawn up past her knees. But a curious thought was the pair of human legs close to hers, one actually rested on her right leg as it stuck out from under her left. Her eyes trailed up a fit and young body that ended in a head full of soft brown hair.
Zarva's immediate reaction was to get from the bed and cover herself up, that she never should have been naked in bed with a fellow officer, especially one operating as close to her as Sarah. But she stopped and stared for a moment, she stared at beautifully smooth, tan, skin. Her mother had hair, but Zarva had never seen her put it up, it always confused her when women in Starfleet put theirs up, and Zarva wondered why Sarah's was tied up in what she had called a ponytail.
Zarva carefully extracted her arm from under the woman's head and quietly climbed from the bed. The poncho that some guy at the academy had given her was lying neatly folded on her dresser, she put it on and pulled her a pair of sleeping pants as well. The poncho came down to her knees and had strings that allowed it to be tied around the body. Once tied it hid Zarva's bare upper body. She went over to the mirror and looked at herself, questioning herself what had happened, she didn't realize her hands were wrapped until she rested them on the edge of her small drawer. She turned the lamp there on and took the bandages off to find her hands scarred. It stung a little.
Zarva glanced over her shoulder at Sarah's sleeping form and quietly pulled out an old-style spray can that said perfume on it. She sprayed her hands with the substance and rubbed them together. That's when she heard Sarah roll over and sigh.
Shit, Zarva thought and quickly replaced the can and turned off the light. She grabbed a roll of medical tape and began wrapping her hands again. By the time she started on the second hand she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, and a head land on her shoulder. When Zarva looked up at the mirror, the light of the Vega sun cast little light on Sarah, yet she could see her head outlined by the window.
"Come back." Sarah said low.
Zarva protested. "It's not proper."
A hand landed on her shoulder and brought her around to where she was pinned against the drawer. "Zarva, you've spent thirty years of your life worrying about a warp drive. Give in to something more. . .natural."
Zarva had to admit that the slender body was alluring, the dark brown eyes were made more attractive by the lack of light in the room, and she couldn't help but feel aroused by the push of Sarah's hips against her own.
"I've never done this before." Zarva whispered, she was shivering, a cold fear growing inside saying she'd mess this up.
Sarah's hands had been resting on Zarva's arms, they trailed up behind her neck now. "Neither had I." that was all she wrote, Sarah closed the distance with a kiss, one that grew deeper after only a few seconds.
Zarva put her arms around Sarah and pulled her closer in. Then she let go and assisted the woman in untying her poncho, as she loosened it Sarah put her hands up under the piece of clothing and grabbed one of Zarva's breast, as she massaged it with her left hand, the other went down to Zarva's rump and drew a moan when they went a little lower through the waistband of her pants.
This time they went farther than Zarva had ever planned to go. In the morning she may regret it, but tonight she wanted to be close, to change her entire religion for only a few hours.
