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Future Imperfect II

Posted on Fri May 17th, 2019 @ 12:18pm by Lieutenant Commander Wale Scholl Ph.D. & Lieutenant Commander Christine Descharmes

Mission: Between the Pages
Location: Various

OOC: This post requires a content advisory warning for adult content.

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[New Casablanca | Shanghai Prime Timeline | 2390 ]

Wale had led the way back to his place, half-carrying a tipsy Christine along. They walked up the flight of stairs to the first floor of the white-washed limestone building, where his one-bedroom suite was located, overlooking the beach. The doors parted at their approach. He dropped his equipment bag on the terra cotta tiles, and guided her inside.

"Make yourself at home," he said. He pointed to the right. "The dining room is over there, help yourself to the replicator. I need to get out of this wetsuit."

Christine's eyes followed him, noting the visible absence of his hand on her lower back before she wandered into the dining room. She did take his initial advice to make herself at home and she ordered a glass of water from the replicator. She walked back to the living area and stood by one of the seats, taking a few sips. She raised an eyebrow at the decor, sensing a general 'oceanic' theme. What looked like...a wheel of some sort, maybe from one of those old sailing ships of Earth. She vaguely remembered reading about them in history class. A piece of art made from wood, she guessed. She moved closer, narrowly missed banging her knee on a side table and bent to have a closer look. She tapped on it and it echoed, which startled her and she nearly knocked it over. She quickly righted it and moved on, taking care not to touch anything else. She spied a picture of a young blonde girl on the wall, posing by an ocean. She wondered who it could be; a daughter, maybe? He seemed old enough to have one. She stepped back, standing in the center of the room for a minute as she finished the glass and set it down.

The sound of a shower reached her ears and she tilted her head as she listened. Christine contemplated simply waiting for him to finish as another thought briefly crossed her mind. She stared in the direction that he disappeared, biting her bottom lip. She kicked off her shoes, and began to move towards the sound of running water. She removed one article of clothing at a time, leaving them on the ground wherever they fell. She hesitated outside the door, now completely naked before she stepped through into the steam-filled room. She walked in, opened the shower door and marched straight up to him. She planted a palm on his chest, fingers splayed and backed him into the wall.

"Make me forget," she said as she leaned in close, her body pressing against his and her mouth hovering just above his. Her other hand ran along his upper arm and shoulder and rested lightly on the back of his neck.

Water dripped from the strands of his blonde hair as he smiled and took in the stunning sight of Christine standing before him in all her glory. The fingers of her right hand tangled in the hair on his chest while her left rose up his arm to the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss that breathed life back into a part of his soul that he had almost forgotten about.

He placed a hand on the small of her back and pulled her closer as his other hand wandered up and caressed her silky skin, tracing the contours of her figure. He spun her around, wrapping his arms around her as he kissed the base of her neck, trailing up to her ear with his tongue, and nibbling on her earlobe.

She let out a moan, ran her hands along his forearms and shifted her position. She tilted her head away from him after a few minutes following another low moan. Christine turned back to look at him, as her left hand slipped underneath his arm and followed it up. He looked at her with such..intensity. She leaned in and kissed him again, her fingers digging into his skin.

Wale used his body weight to pin her against the back of the shower wall as they kissed. He bit her lower lip, and lifted her arms over her head, running his hands along her sides and lifting her thighs on either side of him, wrapping her legs around him. He could hear her breathing getting faster, and deeper, as she folded her arms around his neck.

"Shit," Christine muttered, in between breaths. She broke off the kiss, running her hands across his shoulders, down his chest and back up, taking his face in both hands as she fervently kissed him again. She pressed her upper body against his, her legs tightened around his waist instinctively.

He returned the kiss as his hands held her below the hips, keeping her steady against him, before pushing her back gently and placing a hand on her chest to admire her beauty. He bent forward to kiss her throat, and left a trail of kisses descending down to her navel.

She moaned as he moved down across her chest and torso. With every graze of his mouth across her skin, combined with the steam and the heat rising from the cascade of hot water, it left tingling sensations that she felt throughout her body. She cursed, low and under her breath which now came in short, ragged gasps. She ran her hands through his hair a few times before she grabbed a fistful.

Wale's kisses became more energetic as his lips traveled down her stomach. After a minute, he turned off the water and extended a hand to her. He pulled her up and led her to the bed.


"Well, that was...intense," Christine said, for lack of a better word. She lay there for a minute, breathing heavily before she rolled onto her right side to look at him. She kicked her legs free from the bed sheets entangling them. Propping herself on an elbow, she placed her left hand on his chest, gently trailing her fingers back and forth. "That ended the longest dry spell I've had," she murmured.

"I'm glad to be of service," he said with a smile. He kissed her before getting up and walking to the main area. He replicated two drinks of water and returned to the bedroom. He handed her a glass, took a sip from his own, and lay down naked on top of the bed. He guided her head to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. "Now tell me," he asked. "New Casablanca isn't exactly known as a tourist hotspot. What brings you to this particular oasis?"

Christine shifted her body so that she was lying on her side, her body pushed against his. An arm and a leg were draped over him. It just seem more comfortable to her. She thought about her answer for a bit. "I work too much," she answered. "Ever just blindly point to a spot on a map?" She laughed quietly. "This just happened to be the place, I guess."

"And right now," he said, running a hand along the smooth skin of her back, "I'd say it's the best place to be in the entire galaxy."

"Is that so?" she said, her attention now focused on the feel of his hand on her back. She reciprocated by running her hand down his side to his hip. "I'd say that is about right."

Wale grinned. He rolled on top of her and kissed her neck. "Then let's not think about the past, or worry about the future. I don't want to know how long you plan on being here, and I hope you'll forget whatever it was that made you look at the bottom of a double whisky sour. Enjoy the moment as though this is the only June 4th 2390 you'll ever live."

“I think I can do that,” she said. She let out a deep sigh, slowly tracing her fingers up his sides. One hand rested on his chest and the other continued over his shoulder and around the back of his neck.


Lieutenant Christine Descharmes
Chief Counselor, USS Shanghai

Lieutenant Wale Scholl, Ph.D.
Chief Science Officer, USS Shanghai


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