Difficult Spots
Posted on Sat Apr 20th, 2019 @ 3:14am by Lieutenant Commander Magnus Grey & Lieutenant Iona Vrell
3,841 words; about a 19 minute read
Mission:
Mission 6.5 - Obtaining New Crew
Location: Magnus Grey's Quarters
Timeline: 2296/02/13 - 2010
It had been a long two days. Lieutenant Commander Magnus Grey had met his new CO, Captain O’Connor, and he could tell right away that she didn’t like him. His feelings were...uncertain at present, but he was confident they could work out their differences. Until then, though, he was certain things wouldn’t be easy aboard the America.
New crew continued to arrive, many of whom, the Captain seemed to think, were not there because they wanted to be, and almost certain not because she wanted them there. Magnus had met a handful of them so far, but tonight he wasn’t going out of his way to be social with anyone. He brought a meal back to his quarters, changed into some comfortable sleepwear, which for him usually meant boxer shorts and a loose short-sleeve shirt, and ate in peace while reading a novel on his tablet.
Iona muttered softly to herself as she made her way through the corridors of the ship. She was still in the casual outfit she'd chosen earlier to go explore the station with Shri in. So she stood out wearing a dark teal, sleeveless dress with a form fitting top and a swishy, chiffon skirt. She came to a stop in front of the quarters she was looking for. Hesitating a moment before pressing the chime, Iona was acutely aware of just how late she was for checking in with the XO. As she dropped her arm, she became aware of the slight smell of alcohol that wafted off of her. 'Dammit, should have showered first,' she thought, mentally chastising herself for showing up at the XO's quarters slightly buzzed and reeking of alcohol.
Magnus heard some commotion outside his room. Someone standing just outside his door, waiting before hitting the chime. He threw on a long robe and went to the door. He opened it to see a beautiful woman wearing a teal outfit that accentuated her figure. She had spots that ran down the sides of her face, making her a species he didn’t recognize. Kriosian maybe? He wasn’t confident enough to be sure. What was she doing here? “Good evening,” he said with a smile, still uncertain as to what was going on. “Can I help you?”
"Sorry to bother you, Commander, I lost track of time. I am Doctor Iona Vrell, I was due to report in to you earlier today," she gave him a sheepish smile. "I met up with Lieutenant Thais earlier and we lost track of time," she shrugged and gave Grey a once over. He was in sleepwear and seemed quite relaxed, though confused at her presence. Vrell noted that he was good looking as well. "I can go now, report to your office tomorrow if that would be better?"
Magnus shook his head and stepped aside so he wasn’t blocking the entrance. “You’re here now, Doctor Vrell. Come on inside. Take a seat. Can I get you something?”
Iona moved into the room and sat on Grey's couch. It was strange, yet exhilarating, to be in the executive officers quarters. "I should probably have some water," she said as the doctor mindset took over. "Not that I've had a lot to drink, but one should always balance alcohol and water if they want to avoid a hangover."
Magnus nodded and moved to the water dispenser on the wall. He filled two glasses and brought them to the couch. He passed one glass to Iona and sat next to her. “Cheers,” he said with a smile and took a sip. He hadn’t expected to be sitting in his boxers and a robe with a beautiful woman tonight, but he was happy to go along with it. “So, you’re to be our Chief Medical Officer, is that right?”
"Thank you, and yes," Iona smiled before taking a sip of her water. "I will be your new Chief Medical Officer, and I promise this," she gestured to herself to indicate the slight intoxication, "won't happen very often. Probably only on shoreleaves," she grinned.
Magnus smiled. “A drink or two never hurt anyone, Doctor,” he said. “Not to intoxication, aside from shore leave, but we haven’t left dock yet. I’d say you’re fine.” Yeah, you are! he thought, hoping that her species wasn’t telepathic. “So, tell me about yourself, Iona. May I call you Iona?”
Smiling, Iona took another sip of her water before shrugging. "You may, if I may call you Magnus. As for about me... Well, you'll find this all exotic, I guess, but to me it's my boring life. I'm Trill, grew up on Trill. Adventure was always my calling, but my parents wanted me to get a good education first. So, I did as they asked, seeing education as my way to eventually land in Starfleet. I have a degree in Botany, General Medicine, and General surgery. I'm debating on another degree to work toward as I work here."
“I’ve debated writing a thesis or two to get a degree of my own,” Magnus said. “Academia is in my blood. My mother taught university-level mathematics and my father was a poet of some renown, and became a professor of literature and poetry, both at University of Cochrane on Proxima, where I grew up. I went the Starfleet path, but want to go into a university setting one day. I’m pretty close to finishing a PhD in xenolinguistics. Maybe we could be each other’s study partners, off duty? Keep us motivated to finish what we start.”
"Sounds like fun," Vrell said with a cheeky smile. "Though I hope you're not like my study partners in school," she teased. "Well, at least at Starfleet Academy. I didn't have many study partners in my younger years. Education is taken very seriously in my culture. But I find it's quite dull if you focus on just one aspect of it. I like to have fun, play games."
“Iona,” Magnus said casually, “if you’re not having fun in your education, then you’re doing it wrong. In my opinion, at least. One of my favourite ways to learn new languages or study cultures is to watch sports broadcasts. Not sure if you enjoy watching any sports?”
"I've never had an interest in that," Iona admitted. "Though, that is probably because my culture does not put much weight on sports." She shrugged and leaned back a bit. "Then again, I am unlike many of my species. I am much too adventurous for them." A smirk formed on her lips. "Maybe you could show me these sports of yours sometime?"
“I’d like that,” Magnus said. “They’re not for everyone. But between playing and watching I have fun. And I’m sure you can relate to the importance of doing something physical.” He winked and leaned back on the couch. “As a doctor, of course,” he added with a smirk.
Iona leaned forward a bit and grinned at him. "Being physical is always recommended," she said a little more saucily than intended, but she couldn't take it back now. Instead, she finished off her glass of water and held it up. "Sooo, what else have you got to drink?"
Magnus stood from the couch and made his way to a small storage area against the wall. Overly warm, he removed his robe, tossing it to the back of one of his dining chairs. He was still in his short-sleeved shirt and boxers. His modesty was preserved but from his arms and legs it was clear how fit he was.
Crouching down, he opened a cabinet and pulled out five bottles, one each of vodka, spiced rum, gin, triple-sec, and tequila. "Only half of my shipment of personal effects arrived so far, but this one did. I also have a few other ingredients for mixed drinks in another compartment." He put on a charming smile. "What'll you have, Miss?"
"My only experience with Terran alcohol is whiskey and something called a daiquiri? Sooooo... surprise me?" Iona said with a shrug. "Expand my horizons..." she stopped and realized what that could have sounded like, but then shrugged.
Magnus grinned. "I don't know the stuff to make a daiquiri. But..." he looked in another cabinet and found he had a bottle of lemon juice and some honey. The water in his kettle was still quite warm from the pre-bed tea he was planning to make before Iona came in. It didn't take long for the water to reheat, during which time he mixed the rum, honey and lemon juice in a pair of coffee cups. He then added the hot water and brought the two cups toward his guest.
"This is my take on a Hot Toddy," he explained. "It's nice when you're sick, but it's also a nice treat." He began to pass the drink to Iona. "Shall we toast? I think you said it best. To expanding our horizons."
Iona went to take the cup, but her fingers slipped on the hot mug and sent the contents flying onto herself. With a yelp, she lept up, reached behind her back, yanked down on the zipper and pushed the boiling hot, wet dress off of her chest and abdomen. After it crumpled to the floor, she looked over to Magnus without an ounce of shame and shrugged. "That was... hot..." she grinned.
Magnus hadn't started his day expecting it to end with a beautiful woman in nothing but sexy black underwear in his quarters, but he was happy it turned out that way. He stared perhaps a moment too long before setting his untouched drink on a nearby table. "Are you worried about the cold now, though?" he asked, stepping directly in front of her, into her personal space, his mouth just a few inches from hers. "I've got an idea to keep you warm."
"Now that you mention it..." Iona smirked, moving forward to press her body against his. She didn't hesitate as she boldly pressed her lips against his. If he wanted some fun, she was definitely down for it. Then again, Vrell thought the alcohol may have had something to do with just how bold she was being. No matter though, this was just another thrilling adventure. She moved her hands up his arms, then neck, and finally tangled the fingers of both hands in his hair. She wasn't holding him tight, he could break away if he wanted to, but she felt something that told her he wanted this as much as she did.
Magnus returned her kiss hungrily and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. He ran his hands down her ass and began pulling her with him towards his bed. He tried to speak as their kisses broke. "I think...we're entirely...overdressed."
"Mmmm... agreed," Iona said, tugging at Magnus's shirt. It was difficult to attempt to remove his clothing as they moved, but she managed to get his shirt mostly up over his chest before they arrived at the bed. Once there though, she pulled it up over his head and discarded it over her shoulder. Her fingers slipped inside the band on his boxers and began to tug them down.
Magnus, whose hands were already at her hips, pulled at her lacy black panties. He wanted to crouch and pull them all the way down, but at the moment he was more interested in what Iona was doing with his boxers, so for the moment he moved his hands back up and deftly, as if a well-practised move, unhooked her bra and let it slide forward on her arms.
Iona moved her arms quickly so that the bra fell to the floor and her efforts to remove Magnus' boxers weren't interrupted too much. She knelt down in front of him as she lowered the boxers to the floor. "My, someone's excited," she teased, moving up slightly so it was resting on her breasts. She placed a soft kiss on the ridge of his right hip. This was the first time she'd seen a male human in the nude. And what luck she had that he wasn't a surgical patient, so she was free to touch and explore his body and reactions. Another soft kiss brushed across the ridge of his other hip as she began testing out what made this fine specimen purr.
Magnus lay on his bed, covered in sweat. His bedsheets were on the floor and would probably benefit from a wash. He had spent the past hours exploring Iona’s body and giving her as much pleasure of the flesh as he could. She had done the same, eliciting from him some of the best orgasms he’d ever had. He knew his own ministrations had given her at least as many. She lay with him now. He was gently stroking her back as he lay in utter contentment and dehydration.
If she could produce a reasonable purr, Iona would be doing just that. Dehydration aside, she felt amazing. This wasn't her first time, nor would it be her last, but she had to say this had been one of the best experiences she'd had. And at this point, whether Magnus wanted her to stay the rest of the night or not, she was much to comfortable and content to move. So content was she, that she didn't even want to spoil it by talking. Instead she let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes.
The next morning, Magnus woke first. He let the lovely Trill continue sleeping and rolled quietly out of bed and went into the washroom. After downing a glass of water, he turned on the shower, got the water nice and hot, and stepped inside. He closed his eyes and let the water cascade over him, washing away the sweat.
The sound of the shower woke Iona, who was momentarily disoriented. This was not her quarters. A smile crept over her face as she remembered that she hadn't left Magnus' quarters, no she'd had much fun with him. Realizing he was in the shower, she slipped from the bed and padded quietly into the bathroom. She slipped into the shower and slid her arms around his waist, pressing her chest to his back. "I think you missed a spot," she murmured in his ear.
"Mmmmm," he said with a smile as he felt Iona pressed against his back, her hands on his front. It didn't take long for excitement to kick in. He turned around, facing her directly, and pushed her against the side of the shower stall. Running one hand through her hair and the other lifting her leg, he kissed her hard as they indulged each other yet again.
Iona, definitely up for round...whatever it was... let him push her against the wall and have his way with her. Her hands tangled in his hair and she gasped for air between passionate kisses.
An hour later, she was standing in Magnus' living room, holding up her slightly stained dress. Her bra was laying across the back of the couch, and she had no clue where her panties had ended up. All in all, it was a good night, and morning, and the aches in her back and legs only solidified the fact. "Well, I guess I should start bringing a change of clothes when I report in to you...." she teased.
Magnus grinned at Iona. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t think my night would go that way when I finished working last night. I’m glad it did, though.” He slid clean boxers on and went into the closet to find a clean uniform. “Do you think I can get you to give me my arrival physical?” he asked with a wink.
"We've already covered the stress test." She grinned at him over her shoulder and reached for her bra. "But I could pencil you in for a quick scan later," she turned to face him as she pulled the bra on. "Then again, I may need to inspect my findings a bit more," she teased, pulling on the dress. "Ooh, it feels so much more swishy when I'm not wearing any panties under my dress..." she twirled around a few times, causing the skirt to stand straight out from her waist and show off her nakedness underneath again. "I think I'll have start to... what's the saying? 'Going commander'... no...that doesn't sound right..."
“The expression is ‘going commando,’” Magnus explained with a chuckle. “Though I’m not sure I understand the etymology. Surely commandos wore underwear. But as for you, well, unless ship’s safety is on the line, you’ll never hear me order anyone to wear any excess clothes.”
Iona laughed. "Well, then, so long as there aren't any surprise inspections in medical, you'll never know if I'm wearing panties or not," she teased. She moved over to his kitchenette space and started rummaging for coffee. "I did enjoy last night, and this morning, quite a bit. But I think we need to do the adult thing and discuss our... relationship... from here on out. I will tell you that I am an open person," she popped up from looking in a cupboard and turned toward him. "I am not that keen on being monogamous," she shrugged. "But I will never say no to giving it a try. I just need to be on the same page as the person I'm trying it with."
She moved to another cupboard. "To be completely honest, I prefer a... I think it's called 'friends with benefits' situation. I don't want to cause any issues, so I figure it's best to get it out in the open now. We can call this a fling and end things here, or we could continue to have some fun whenever we feel the need."
Magnus chuckled. “If you’re looking for coffee, I keep a French Press and sound grounds in the cupboard to your right. I’ll put on the kettle. As for me, I’d like to keep having fun, but if I enter into a relationship with someone, I’d want to be only with her. If we were ‘friends with benefits,’ I would not expect monogamy from you.” He turned in the kettle and donned the last touch of his uniform on, aside from the jacket, which he left on a chair.
Iona nodded and hauled the French press out of his cubby along with the coffee grounds. "Well, like I said, I'm not keen on it, but if you want to try, I'll try. I like to be open and honest though," she leaned against the counter and smiled at him. "I don't want to hurt you or anyone else, so I will let you direct how far you're willing to go. I can and will compromise."
Magnus shook his head. “I don’t want to restrict you. Last night and this morning aside, I don’t know you all that well. But I get the feeling that imposing something like monogamy on anyone who doesn’t want it.” He grinned and approached the boiling kettle, which he removed from its base and passed to Iona. “But unless I enter into a monogamous relationship with someone, I’d like to keep playing every now and then."
"Sounds good to me," Iona said with a nod, taking the kettle. She looked at the french press, the grounds, and the kettle and frowned. "I should switch you places... I have no clue how to work one of these." She smiled and shrugged. "No one used them at the Academy, and I haven't seen one anywhere else in my travels."
He took the grounds and put them in the press’s carafe, and added hot water. “It’s the best way to get good coffee from one’s quarters, in my experience,” Magnus explained. He put the lid on and took a moment to get a pair of coffee cups. He also put on his jacket, looking very handsome in his completed uniform. “I take mine black, but there’s milk in the mini fridge and sugar in the cupboard.” After a moment, he pushed the plunger on the press, which took all the loose grounds out of the drink, leaving only delicious coffee, which he poured into both cups.
"I'll try it black," Iona shrugged. "I'm always interested in trying new things," she said, leaving the suggestiveness of the statement completely open. She took a cup and inhaled the scent. "Mmm... smells really good..."
“I like my coffee, so I make sure I stock something good,” said Magnus, taking his first sip. “Mmmm. Do you have a drink like this on Trill?”
"Not quite like this. More equivalent to your tea than coffee," Iona said taking a sip and smiling. "Mmmm... tastes wonderful..."
"One of the best things I've tasted today," he said with a smirk and a wink.
Iona grinned. "You naughty boy..." she teased taking another sip of the coffee. "I would say I'd punish you for that remark, but you'd enjoy that too much and we'd never get to our duty stations..."
Magnus took another sip and looked at a chronometer on his wall. “Speaking of which, I need to get to my office.” He set his coffee cup down and smoothed his uniform jacket. “How do I look?”
"Dare I say, sexy in that uniform?" She teased. "In all honesty, you're very handsome," she chuckled and set her coffee mug on the counter. "Would you like me to clean this up, or would you rather I took off before you?" She asked, gesturing to the coffee grounds, mugs, and french press. "I know some people don't like others alone in their quarters."
“You can leave it,” Magnus said, smiling at her compliments. “I’ll come by at lunch to clean up. I’ll come to see you in sickbay in a couple of days, I imagine. I had fun last night, Iona. And this morning.”
"As did I Magnus," Iona smiled genuinely. "I'd love to have more fun with you, if possible, sometime. But for now, I'll settle with seeing you for your physical." She shrugged and looked at her dress. "I should go shower and get a uniform on..."
She kissed him on the cheek and made her way to the door. "Thank you for the coffee as well! I'll have to invest in a french press of my own! Have a good day, Magnus!" She blew him a kiss and walked through the door.
Magnus laughed as she left, and then shook his head so he could get his mind back on the job. “Time for work,” he said. He finished his coffee and left his cabin, turning in the direction opposite where Iona went.
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