The Five Minute Universe - Part Two

Posted on Fri Jan 1st, 2021 @ 1:38pm by Captain Ariel Gilmore

Mission: Mission 105: The Mirror, Shattered
Location: Various Locations - USS Charal
Timeline: 1430Hrs - September 26th, 2393

Captain Ariel Gilmore moaned ever so softly as she found herself lying on her back, on her bed, the memory of Thrace's fast-moving tongue was going to stay with her for a while as she blinked, the memory of the last hour had been amazing as he had provided everything that she had needed for the release of all of her pent-up stress. Thrace knew she was interested in sex but there had been no love here, only lust and the release of frustrations from them both. Gilmore smiled as she regarded the man as he had moved into the bathroom, his excuse had been to clean up.

Thrace had not considered Ariel Gilmore to be experienced in the arts of love but the last hour had thoroughly convinced him otherwise for several reasons, one, she was a lot stronger then she looked, two she was also much more formidable then she looked but the big one was that he had been more interested in helping her get her rocks off rather than getting her to do it for him, he had spent close to forty-five minutes working on her.

Gilmore slid her tall body off of the bed as she stood up, or rather tried to stand up, except all of her muscles in her legs all proceeded up lock up due to dehydration, so she did the only thing she could do which was to stretch, up towards the ceiling with her arms, she felt her muscles scream at her while she did so. "Oh fuck.... this hurts!" she hissed ever so softly.

Thrace noticed her distress so he moved over to the replicator and ordered for himself a large pitcher of water, with a few other things that Gilmore missed as she was busy dealing with muscle aches and pains.

"Easy Ariel. Let me tend to you." Thrace commented after he came back to her.

Thrace was standing before her with a pitcher of water in one hand and some skin lotion in the other. "Come on, take a seat and let me tend to you," he commented as he sat down on the bed, Gilmore then sat down on the bed in front of him, he then passed her the pitcher. "Drink that, its water with some electrolytes and salt, it's been sweetened for taste."

Gilmore accepted the pitcher and she then brought it to her lips, she then drank half the container in one smooth motion. "Wow, I must have been thirsty."

"You were, sex does tend to be exhausting, especially as you've not had any in a while," Thrace answered as he gently poured himself a small handfull of oil before he gently began massaging her shoulders. "Mmm... Keep that up and we might end up back in bed again..." Gilmore purred.

"I would not object or protest," Thrace commented in a light tone of voice as he worked on her shoulders as he felt her muscles slowly slacken before he moved his hands around her torso to various other locations. Gilmore let out a soft, happy sigh as he did so as she got comfortable on the bed as she felt his hands gently massaging both of her breasts.

Thirty minutes later, Gilmore knew she needed a shower and she would need to change the sheets on her bed, she normally didn't have sex in her bed, she preferred using the shower for such things, but the last two hours had been highly enjoyable for both him and her. Gilmore would recall these events whenever she was taking a shower or tending to her own frustrations for a long time to come. She looked down over her figure, her hips and breasts were covered in red marks and she was sure she had done the same to him.

Gilmore had watched Thrace finish with matters before he went into the bathroom, she heard the shower unit turn on and remain on for some time as she began stripping her bed, removing the heady scent of sex with it, before she began remaking her bed, when she finished, she recycled the old bedsheets and as she finished, she turned to find herself face to face with Thrace, who was now dressed in his off-duty clothing, a pair of jeans and a shirt. Nothing like the imperial uniform he had been wearing earlier. "I should get going, Ariel. I do not wish to get in your way."

"You never do Gabe," Gilmore answered quietly. "How many times is this now.?" she inquired of him.

"Seven times," Thrace answered evenly. "You know that when you have that itch you can't scratch, you can call me to resolve it for you," he commented

Gilmore was not interested in a simple booty call, she wanted a relationship with some permanence rather then one night stands filled with meaningless passionate sex. "I know... But you and I both know I'm looking for a more permanent relationship," she explained.

"I do," Thrace answered. "Still, there is nothing wrong with my offer... As it is."

"I know... Our arrangement works well for our needs." Gilmore responded in a light tone of voice. Thrace nodded before the two of them shared a gentle but brief kiss on the lips, before he turned and departed, leaving Gilmore to tend to her own issues alone. Gilmore turned and went into the bathroom so she could have a shower, otherwise, she would have taken Thrace into the shower and had her way with him once again, what's more, was that he knew it. Gilmore plucked a sex toy from where she kept them while she did so.