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| Bedside Manner (Maya/Dalek) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 22 2011, 11:39 AM (332 Views) | |
| Dalek O'Connor | Apr 22 2011, 11:39 AM Post #1 |
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:: USS Renaissance :: :: 12 Hours before Away Team Departure :: The doctor tied up some loose ends in sickbay, then informed his second in command that he would be off-duty for the evening. He logged out and tapped his com badge, "Computer, locate Counselor Takagi." =/\= "Counselor Takagi is in her quarters" =/\= Dalek knew he didn't have much time before the shuttle crew would depart, taking Maya away from him for who knows how long, and he fully intended to give her a send-off she'd never forget. He only hoped that Maya would forgive his impetuosity. She wouldn't be expecting him now... Or would she? Surely she wouldn't want to go off on an extended mission without saying a proper goodbye. Stopping at his quarters first, Dalek grabbed a quick sonic shower and shave, and got dressed. His black trousers and burgundy silk shirt his choice for the night, completed by his black leather shoes. He programmed his replicator for a Belajia plant - the Betazoid equivalent of a dozen long-stem roses - and set his bottle of Merlot aside. Spritzing on a small amount of cologne and giving himself a once over in the mirror, he grabbed the Belajia and the wine and headed out the door. As he strode through the corridors, Dalek went over his mental checklist as he tried to repress the feeling of dread he had at the thought of Maya going on that shuttle, with that crew, to that spaceport. Nearing the door to Maya's quarters, Dalek's concentration shifted to much more immediate and prevalent thoughts. He reached out mentally to allow Maya to sense his presence. He momentarily wondered to himself if she would actually let him in, or if she'd just play with his heart some more. That thought was vanquished as the door slid open revealing a rather pleased-looking Maya there to greet him. ~So, you don't seem all that surprised to see me.~, he conveyed with a warm smile and a friendly kiss to her cheek. |
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| Maya Takagi | Aug 2 2011, 12:56 PM Post #2 |
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Despite having spent a portion of the afternoon giving Lieutenant Alex McDonald rather blunt advice on her romantic life, Counselor Takagi hadn't given much thought to her own. She had chided Alex for being the type of woman who was generating too much drama for herself, though by no means did Maya consider herself a paragon of proper conduct. In her linear way of thinking, there hadn't been much worry about once the deal had been made with Doctor O'Connor. Maya had no real doubts about what was going to happen between them, and no anxiety about what would come afterwards by virtue of simply not thinking about it. It was already late by the time she returned to her quarters - preparing all of her patient files for the eyes of Doctor O'Connor was work she wasn't expecting, particularly as certain patient sessions required massive redactions from the notes. As she calmly packed her things for the away team, she lost track of time... Glancing at the clock, recognized she may have a visitor, and for the first time in forever, something akin to worry set in. After she showered, Maya looked over herself for any flaws or blemishes. She recognized that she was neither skinny nor shapely like some of those cute cadets that strutted around the Engineering division, nor did she have the sort of wounded innocence that Alex and McKensie and some of her other colleagues seemed to wear like a second uniform. Maya's carefully constructed demeanor made her attractive because she was unattainable. She considered this as she touched the wedding band on her ring-finger, another significant marker that kept her just out of reach. She was concerned out a sense of pride, and the maintaining the feeling that she was better than everyone else. Then the door chimed, and the time of self-criticism came to an end. Maya greeted Dalek in a simple, short black dress that hugged her body and suggested everything while showing nothing. Her hair was let down but un-styled, though a hint of a vanilla scent lingered in the air. ~The Captain, in her infinite generosity, delayed our departure till the morning,~ she explained, as she let him in. ~I believe she was aware of the dangers of being stuck on a very small ship with a hormonal telepath.~ She omitted the word anti-social. Miko was well aware that Maya was starting to get moody, and she had firsthand knowledge of Maya's dangerous abilities. A few hours delay was a small price to pay for piece of mind of all involved. The door closed and they were alone. Maya's quarters were sparsely decorated, as minimal has her office, though she'd adjusted the lighting to be softer. She took the flowers and the bottle of wine from him with a playful smirk. ~This is going to be awkward, Doctor,~ she teased, ~You want a romantic date and I want to push you onto the dinner table and have my way with you.~ She removed the cork from the wine bottle and poured two glasses, handing him one, clinked her glass against his. "Perhaps one of us is willing to compromise," Maya said in a tone that indicated she certainly wasn't. TAG |
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| Dalek O'Connor | Aug 2 2011, 04:24 PM Post #3 |
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"You look beautiful, Maya.", Dalek said earnestly while less earnestly admiring the view from behind as Maya led him into the dining area of her quarters. He did his best to keep his thoughts from screaming the obvious. Though he was greatly anticipating the events to come, he didn't want to rush things. He wanted to make every moment count. He wanted Maya to think about this night over all others while she was stowed away on that fool's errand of a mission. Maya, on the other hand, seemed to have simpler expectations. ~This is going to be awkward, Doctor,~ she teased, ~You want a romantic date and I want to push you onto the dinner table and have my way with you.~ Dalek was definitely caught off guard. Just when he thought this woman couldn't get any more intriguing. His heart rate climbed as his excitement grew. His eyes stayed focused on the counselor as she opened the wine bottle and poured the glasses. "Perhaps one of us is willing to compromise," Maya said in a tone that indicated she certainly wasn't. There was a time for witty banter and clever retorts, and there was a time for action. This being one of the latter, Dalek swiftly removed Maya's glass from her hand and set them both down on the table. Not once taking his eyes off her, he cupped his hand around the back of Maya's neck and pulled himself to her, kissing her with a forceful tenderness as he pushed her back against the wall. His hands audaciously caressing her as he wrapped her in his arms. Maintaining his embrace, Dalek lifted Maya up with ease and carried her to her bed where he guilefully cascaded down atop her. He could feel her excitement as much as he could feel his own, leading to what was a less than smooth search for a clasp or zipper or any way to get her out of that dress. "Damnit.", he whispered out of frustration, more in himself and his own impatience than anything. Dalek was suddenly caught off guard again as Maya practically manhandled him, positioning herself on top of him. She daintily unfastened her dress before returning her fingers to the buttons of his shirt. In between passionate kisses, Dalek managed to slip Maya's dress over her head and deposit it onto the floor, then did the same with his shirt. As more articles of clothing hit the floor, there were moments, though fleeting, where Dalek could feel Maya beginning to open up, but she fought those moments back for some reason. He didn't know of what, but she was scared. Scared he'd find out something probably. If she didn't want him to know, then he himself didn't want to know. She needed to let go, he could feel it. ~You don't have to be scared of opening yourself to me if you want. It's okay. I won't go ghost hunting in there, I promise.~, he reassured her, knowing that as things progressed tonight, she'd eventually be unable to fight it. <Tag> |
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| Maya Takagi | Aug 2 2011, 11:58 PM Post #4 |
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Hours passed. The good Doctor O'Connor discovered that the good Doctor Takagi was insatiable, alternately in control of him and other times letting him control her. The woman who in her public appearance was all rules and regulations seemed to abide by no rules and have no boundaries in the private sphere. Their telepathic link enabled Maya to know exactly what he wanted and amplify the feelings, while he was empathically aware of her own responses and acutely en-tuned to make her feel good. It created a feedback loop that allowed Dalek and Maya to wordlessly ravage one another without any confusion or misunderstandings. True enough to his assumptions, somewhere in the midst of their encounter Dalek found a way past the defensive, telepathic wall that Maya had constructed. It was a brief glimpse, in the midst of her feeling extremely pleased, and perhaps it appeared that Maya's sole purpose in life was pleasing herself. Whatever that dark place was - in it dwelt selfishness, and a deep desire for control. Before he could see anything more he was forced to be present in his immediate surroundings, which involved some passionate kisses and a Maya projecting into his mind what she really wanted to do in the turbolift earlier that morning. Hours later, once they were thoroughly exhausted, the hints of what he had seen were but vague memories, more confusing than clarifying. As he dozed off, he was more immediately confronted with the sense that Maya, despite the satisfied smirk on her face, was briefly freaking out to herself. This was where she would normally kick someone of her bed and send them home. She was certain that he was too much of a gentleman to slip out quietly in the night. Now that she was no longer forbidden fruit had she lost all allure? Or had he foolishly convinced himself she was somehow better than the half dozen other women he'd conquered aboard the Renaissance? Did he want to cuddle her, god forbid? Was she cheating on her husband? Why was she thinking about her husband? She almost instantly calmed down, and smacked him gently on his chest to keep him from falling asleep. Maya seemed utterly pleased. Her hand played with his hair as she spoke. "You said you were a better lover than doctor," Maya reminded him, her voice audible. "The jury is still out. I've seen you do brain surgery." Perhaps the sarcasm kept her from being vulnerable, but it was preferable to her getting all self-conscious. "Though I imagine that if you go twenty five days between brain surgeries it doesn't necessarily improve performance." He was a Betazoid. He was probably more sensitive about all this than she was. Though he certainly was aware of how much she'd enjoyed herself, he seemed to have questions. She kissed him twice. ~You can ask me anything. I'm not going to lie to you.~ Though Maya wasn't completely sure if she just did. |
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| Dalek O'Connor | Aug 3 2011, 10:57 PM Post #5 |
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Not a word was said as the two doctors lay entwined in each other's arms. Dalek could have fallen asleep within seconds had Maya allowed it. He rolled onto his side facing her, his fingers gently tracing the smooth curves of her body. He felt content. He was happy. He didn't want to ruin such a perfect moment, but he couldn't stifle his curiosity indefinitely. He'd experienced brief flashes of emotion and memories locked away inside Maya's mind that one could only describe as disturbing. So much pain and rage buried under layers of defenses. She was so complex. He felt he could spend the rest of his life trying to figure her out and barely scratch the surface. "Why, Counselor.. Are you suggesting that perhaps I didn't perform to the fullest of my abilities? Because I can certainly give it another go if you still need convincing.", Dalek responded, equally as facetious as he playfully nibbled on her neck. The tension, if one would call it that, was broken for a moment, just a moment, before the mood turned more serious again. Dalek could sense the anxiety building in Maya, and wanted nothing more than to put her mind at ease. To comfort her. For her to feel safe and secure with him. He wondered what it would take for him to earn her trust. ~You can ask me anything. I'm not going to lie to you.~ Dalek thought for a minute. There were only about a hundred questions that came to mind, but he knew most of them would be answered in time if Maya decided to keep him around. He wasn't too sure what she wanted out of this - out of him. Heck, he wasn't really sure what he himself wanted, other than to know her more, and he did appreciate that she was in fact giving him such an opportunity right now. Finally, the question that was haunting him most came out. ~What is it that you're so afraid of? Why do you work so hard to hide yourself from me?~, he asked genuinely, brushing her hair back behind her ear. |
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| Maya Takagi | Aug 4 2011, 12:46 AM Post #6 |
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~You're no fun at all,~ Maya replied, feigning a pout as she gave him hints of all the extremely naughty questions he could've asked her. At the same time, she didn't fully avoid the question. ~But to answer you directly would reveal classified information,~ she explained, and thus she was able to tell the truth without divulging anything. That didn't mean she felt good about it. Dalek had the social benefit, or perhaps misfortune, of being brought up in a culture that assumed the best from people, and certainly from itself. He naturally assumed that she had some traumatic secret in her past, and couldn't fathom anything worse. He wanted to empathize with her, as a way of becoming closer. Maya, in harsh contrast, found the notion revolting. This was precisely why she avoided bedding empaths. She kicked herself for promising to tell the truth, rather than crafting a convenient trauma from her past. My father never loved me and my mother abandoned me and I'm sure I can never be closer to anyone. My one true love was tragically gunned down and bled out in my arms. I tortured people on behalf of the government and I'm not sure why. Any of those would be preferable alternatives to revealing the deep anti-social pit where her heart was supposed to be. She laughed at the irony of the situation. Telling him not to pry would only make him more curious. In return, she would stop trusting him, becoming paranoid that he was delving, and the floor would collapse beneath what was otherwise a mutually satisfying relationship. ~I'm not hiding anything from you~ she explained, making it clear that he shouldn't take it personally. ~To the contrary, you get to see more of me than anyone else does.~ To emphasize this she rolled on top of him, hoping to wake the rest of him up. ~If you can find it that overdeveloped heart of yours to be content with not knowing what you think you want to know...~ she whispered, ~Then I'm sure that for the foreseeable future, I would be content to do my job by day and spend my nights cooking you delicious meals and then... sacrificing my womanly virtue to protect the men and women of this ship from your voracious lust.~ Despite her sarcasm, the reverse was more likely true. Maya's patients would be far safer from her temper and her more extreme manipulations if she wasn't so miserable all the time. In some ways, she needed the arrangement more than he did. While she was certain that he hated the idea of more rules and guidelines and boundaries, Maya was more confident that she'd proven her worth as a lover. ~Now you're more than welcome to throw me off of you and fall asleep, but I'm not fully convinced that you are, in fact, voracious.~ She didn't give him time to complain, and proceeded to have her way with him... a process that repeated itself over the next few hours, meaning that by the time "morning" arrived, Doctor O'Connor had gotten very little rest at all. Maya for her part, appeared to be extremely pleased. If there was a risk that she was going to send him packing after she'd finished with him, it seemed to be diminishing. "If it's any consolation, I'm the one who is kicking myself for deferring this rendezvous for almost a month..." she told Dalek as she emerged from the shower and began to get dressed. "I imagine the past twenty five days would've gone much better if the past twenty five nights were like last night." |
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