<USS Avalon> =/\= Commitments, part two =/\=

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=/\= Commitments, part two =/\=
A joint log from Dr. El-Kainah Ngaio and Yeoman Miriam Francher


Miri lifted herself out of El's arms and knelt on the bed, sitting back on 
her heels to look up at him with a very serious expression. "Are you sure 
you're 
ready for this?" she asked softly, in the language of his childhood. She knew 
it sounded odd, coming from her, but she was deadly serious.

"I think so," he answered her in his native language. "I want you, Miri." He 
paused a few moments as he looked into her eyes with a similar expression to 
hers. "I have wanted you from the moment I first saw you, first met you," he 
told her.

Maybe it was a good sign that he hadn't been at all startled by her lifting. 
She took his dark hands in both of hers and went on, explaining, "We're both 
telepaths. And my Gift is Communication. Once we do this -- once we make love 
-- we will be committed for life. You'll live much longer than I will, my 
love... are you sure you want to make a commitment for the next hundred years 
or 
so?"

He smiled at her. "I think so, Miri, I..." He paused as he trailed off a 
moment. "I have never felt the way I do for you about anyone else."

Her knees came up off the bed as she brought herself to a level to kiss him. 
He was her love; she had known it from the day they met. But she would not 
have taken from him the choice to explore his identity with others. That was a 
decision he had to make for himself.

Their first kiss, their first real kiss, seemed new to him. Like he hadn't 
kissed anyone else before. He allowed himself to open his mind to her and she 
could enter it at her whim. He groaned into the kiss as it lengthened and 
deepened even further.

And there was so much more to the kiss than kissing. Her mind danced around 
the edges of his, even as her music danced around them both, tantalizing, 
teasing... daring his thoughts to come out to meet hers. There was the vague 
beginning of meshing, a state of togetherness that enticed them both to reach 
for 
one another, to become one in thought and emotion...

He followed her mind with his own as their tongues danced to her music. As 
the kiss slowed to a deep rhythm he ran a hand down her back and cupped her 
behind. Their minds had grown together and he could have sworn that he could 
feel 
what it felt like to have his behind held as he was holding hers.

Miri was still hovering as they kissed, and became remotely aware of lifting 
El's feet off the floor as well. Then they were tumbling onto the bed 
together, arms wrapped around each other, without breaking their kiss. ~~My 
love...~~ 
she said silently, her thought wrapping cozily into his mind.

~~Miri, my one,~~ he answered her as they continued to kiss. ~~I do love 
you.~~ He told her for the first time and meant it so deeply that tears came to 
his eyes as he hugged her to him.

At last the kiss ended, and she gazed into his eyes. "I love you, and will 
love you forever," she said quietly, and then realized she'd spoken in the Home 
language, and repeated herself in El-Aurian.

He looked at her strangely a moment. "I think I understood you the first 
time," he told her. "I'm not sure why or how..." he trailed off slightly. "What 
language was that?" he asked finally.

"It's the language of my People," she told him, still in El-Aurian. "Our 
world has been gone for five hundred years, but we remember." Her fair, 
sun-bronzed fingers traced along his cheekbone, tenderly learning the planes 
and angles 
of his face. "Love is... the same in every language. Isn't it?"

He nodded, "Yes, it is," he agreed as he traced a hand around her side to her 
stomach and rested it there.

With a gentle smile, Miri sat up and began pulling off her clothes. "I think 
this will work better without fabric in the way," she joked. The music trilled 
a phrase that sounded almost like laughter.

He smiled at her a moment and then took her hand. "Wait," he told her. "I 
want to," he said as he took over for her hands. 

"I think the last time someone else undressed me, I must have been seven or 
eight," she laughed, but let him undress her. The zippers and fastenings on his 
clothing came open without benefit of hands. All the while, their minds 
wordlessly danced together, thoughts and emotions blending and twirling and 
delicately separating before blending again more tightly on the next twirl.

He hugged her to him as the last of their clothing disappeared and fell to 
the floor beside his bed. Their bed. It seemed as though she was going to have 
a 
new roommate and he was going to have one now. 

"Miri," he said as he kissed down her neck. "Are you sure?" he asked again 
caressing her behind.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she said, and her words 
echoed in their joined minds. Her body burned with desire, and his desire 
flooded her, amplifying her own. ~~We love. We will express our love.~~ Her 
moist 
lips found the sensitive area along the side of his neck and kissed him there.

He groaned at her kisses. ~~Oh Miri,~~ his mind called to her as his fingers 
traced the outline of her breasts.

Her hands slid down his back. He was slender -- even gaunt -- and she could 
have counted his ribs. She didn't, though, just touched and caressed, and 
explored his body. He wasn't so slender there, and she curled her hand around 
him 
experimentally.

He moaned as he felt her hand close around him. She was making him feel like 
no woman had ever made him feel before. ~~You feel so good, Miri.~~ He told 
her silently. He ran a hand over her breasts squeezing one gently and then 
harder.

She gasped, and his squeeze was the last separate sensation she could 
remember as their minds suddenly fitted together like long-lost pieces of the 
same 
puzzle. The Universe spun, and spun them like fibers into one thread, flexible 
and strong, joined as one in spirit and body. There were no words, only a 
brightness and the song that formed now from both of them and wrapped them in 
pure 
sweet sound.

When that incredible oneness flared and dimmed, and left them aware of 
themselves and each other once more, Miri found herself looking out through 
El's 
eyes, gazing upon her own face as he pressed forward, entering her. 

The exquisite sensation, centered in his groin, made her whimper softly... 
and then she was in her own head again, and El was with her, and she could feel 
his astonishment at the feeling of being entered and filled with throbbing 
pleasure...

The sensation bothered him somewhat. Bringing up bad memories of being 
attacked in the camp when he was a teen-ager. But it was different too. 
Different 
enough to feel good and make him want more. He moaned in pleasure as they came 
together again kissing and touching.

Miriam's music faded to a whisper, but remained a subliminal rhythm that both 
set their pace and echoed their movements. The walls echoed the more audible 
sounds of their breathing, of heated kisses, of bodies coming together with 
small slapping noises... the sounds of gasping, of ecstatic whines... of cries 
of joy and love as waves of pleasure build to a crashing crescendo, then 
subsided to sweet shivers. Miri's arms and legs wrapped around her love, 
holding him 
to her in the quiet aftermath of their shared climax. ~~Not sorry?~~ she 
inquired tenderly.

~~How could I be?~~ he asked the same way she had asked him. "I have never 
felt anything like that before, Miri." He paused a few moments just looking 
into 
her eyes. "Ever."

"That's why I don't need a legal document," she told him, her eyes sparkling 
hazel in the half-light. "No document can give us more than this." And she 
kissed him, sweetly, on the lips.

He returned the kiss. "Miri," he started after they had kissed a few more 
minutes. "I've been with many women, with all levels of experience," he said 
quietly. He didn't want to embarrass her but he could tell when they were 
together 
that she wasn't a virgin. 

"Mmm," she said noncommittally, her fingertips tracing his face and neck, and 
let him continue the thought. Her mind was open to him, letting him know he 
could say anything to her, share anything with her.

"I know this wasn't your first time, Miri," he said finally. "Is that how it 
was able to feel that way?" he asked not sure of how to ask the questions he 
had.

Her smile was tender, and a little foolish. "No, it wasn't my first time," 
she agreed. "I was... oh, sixteen and a half, and wanted to know what all the 
fuss was about. I... experimented with one of my more distant cousins." The 
foolish grin widened as she blushed, then faded to seriousness. "The... 
blending 
together?" Miriam asked, and then went on to answer her own question. "I think 
that's because we're true loves, El. We're meant to be together. I've known it 
since I first met you; I just didn't want to drag you into something you 
weren't ready for."

He looked into her eyes as he held her. "You were curious, huh?" he asked.

Miri nodded. "It was all right," she admitted. "Pleasant. Not like this. This 
was... this is..." She sighed deeply. "Perfect."

"It was so different this time," he said. "When I first realized I was 
feeling something inside me, I..." he trailed off slightly.

"You were startled..." Her arms held him close to her.

"Yeah, It brought up some stuff, I guess," he told her. His eyes were dark 
and distant as though he were experiencing it again through the memory.

Miriam's love wrapped around him with an accompanying gentle trill of music. 
"But it didn't hurt, this time," she murmured. It wasn't a question.

"No," he confirmed. "It was different," he said. "It was so violent before."

"And you never completely healed..." Her gentle fingertips touched his face, 
then his chest over his heart. "I'm not a Sorter, El. But I love you with all 
my being, and I'll do whatever I can to help you heal."

He smiled at her. "I know you will, " he told her.

Once more, her thoughts slipped smoothly into his, an echo of that amazing 
joining they'd experienced in their lovemaking, this time soothing and warming 
him with tender sweetness. ~~I wish we could stay like this forever,~~ Miri 
told him silently.

~~Hmmm, that would be nice, wouldn't it?~~ he said silently. ~~Miri, how can 
you do the things that you are able to do? I mean the music, you never touched 
the fastenings on my clothing and yet...~~

It wasn't really an answer, but she lifted them both up off the bed, 
hovering. ~~Like that, you mean?~~

~~Yeah,~~ he answered with a smile and a small laugh.

They bounced, coming back down. "Well, the music is kind of just me," she 
said aloud, softly and seriously. "It runs in my family, but it skips around so 
not everyone can do it... and most of them have more control over it than I do. 
But the rest... those are the Persuasions and Designs of my People." She 
tried to translate the terms into El-Aurian, but the translation was as 
imperfect 
in that language as it was in Federation English. "I told you, we didn't come 
from Earth originally, though we've lived there for hundreds of years. We were 
lucky to be able to fit in, more or less, by not showing off the things we 
can do."

"The memories I can sense in you?" he said with a question. "Those are from 
long ago?"

Miriam smiled widely, pleased that he could sense so much, and nodded. "We 
have a racial memory," she told him. "Some of it is easy to access, and some 
takes work, but we never forget completely. And you, my love? You have a 
similar 
memory...?"

He nodded. "I don't like to tap into it," he told her. "It still scares me a 
little."

"It's all right," she assured him. "When you're ready, I'll be with you." Her 
grin was infectious. "I'll always be with you."

He grinned with her. "I'm glad," he said as he ran a hand down her arm. 

She had been reading up on El-Aurians. "Just wait 'til I teach you some of 
the stuff I can do... I think you can learn most of it," Miri told him, and 
kissed him again.

"Oh really?" he asked after they broke their kiss. "Like what?" he asked 
curiously.

"Like the trick with getting your clothes to unfasten," she said. "There are 
some Earth people who can learn it, even -- not a lot, but some -- and 
El-Aurians have a lot more psi potential. Although it might be a little tricky 
for 
you to learn to use bioenergy instead of psi."

He chuckled. "Hmm, I think I could have had a lot of fun with that before I 
met you," he said. "But now, the only one I want to see without any clothes on 
is you," he told her.

"How about lifting yourself?" Miriam asked, moving to hover over him, her 
hands reaching down for his.

"How?" he asked. "I mean, what do I do?"

The easiest way to explain it was to twine her thoughts into his and show 
him. ~~It might take some practice to get the hang of it,~~ she said, hoping 
he'd 
get it on the first try but expecting he would need some time. He wasn't much 
accustomed to using what abilities he did have, and a new one probably 
wouldn't come easily.

He went through the steps she was showing him in his mind. ~~Like this?~~ he 
asked.

~~Sort of,~~ said Miri. ~~It's really simpler than that, though. You 
just...~~ And she showed him again, how to apply energy and a specific mental 
pressure 
in one smooth motion.

He followed her instructions better this time and managed a small lift. Just 
a few centimeters off the bed they were sharing.

She laughed with delight, and plopped down beside him as he lost control and 
gravity reasserted itself. "See, I told you you could learn it."

El smiled at his new love, fatigued at how difficult it was to do what he 
did. "You could have warned me though," he panted.

It took Miriam a moment to figure out what he meant. "Oh..." she said softly, 
still amused and delighted. "There's a kind of trick you'll learn as you go 
along. We all have to learn it after we start lifting." She sat up on the edge 
of the bed, glanced around, and helped herself to his bathrobe as she got up. 
"When did you eat last?" she asked, a little sternly.

"What time is it?" he asked in return. "Probably this morning," he went on 
before she could answer. "Why?"

"Because it's time to eat," Miri said matter-of-factly, and went out into the 
main room to program the replicator for something. She hadn't eaten much 
herself, but she was well aware of El's tendency to have a bowl of broth with 
half 
a dozen noodles and call it a meal.

He shook his head and found a pair of pajama pants and followed her into the 
other room. He looked around his quarters and sighed. "I still don't like 
these quarters," he mused as she came back over to him.

"What kind of quarters would you prefer?" she asked, wondering if it was 
something she could broach with the quartermaster. The replicator produced 
light 
salads, a plate of cheese tidbits, and two butter croissants, and she lifted 
the tray to the small dining table without touching it as she took El's hand 
and 
led him to his chair.

"I don't know," he said. "They just remind me of the room I had at the camp, 
I guess. Not particularly personal. You know what I mean?" he asked as he took 
up a bit of the cheese.

Miri sat close beside him. "Yes, it's very standardized," she agreed. "But 
we're allowed to personalize our quarters; you've seen the hangings and things 
Siobhan added." She grinned as a thought crossed her mind. "Would it be all 
right with you if I redecorated here?" she asked, tearing off an end of her 
croissant and wrapping it around a cheese bit before popping it into her mouth.

Not really getting what she was saying he answered, "Sure. I'd appreciate the 
help really. I just haven't had time to go through the replicator files to 
find some of the things I might want," he told her.

"I'll make it individual and tasteful," she promised, and took a bite of 
salad, silently encouraging him to eat.

"No red velvet curtains?" he asked as he took few small bites of salad.

"Not unless you wanted them," Miri replied slowly, puzzled. He must know she 
was definitely not the red velvet curtains type.

It took a few moments of him looking at her and replaying what she had said. 
Suddenly he got a look of understanding. "Oh... Sorry, I didn't... You..." He 
blushed slightly. 

Her hand found his and squeezed gently. "Being -- what we are -- doesn't make 
for instant understanding," she said softly. "We will spend the rest of our 
lives learning about each other. And that's okay."

"And what are we?" he asked playfully. More so he could hear her say it than 
anything. He took another bite of cheese as he waited.

"Telepaths," said Miriam. "Lovers. True loves." Her smile lit up her eyes, 
and the music that had faded to a subliminal whisper rose again to dance 
merrily 
around them.

He smiled, "I like the sound of that," he said as he reached for her hand.

She let him take her hand, but admonished, "Eat your..." What did one call a 
meal at this time of the night? "Supper," she concluded. "If you're going to 
be burning energy making love, and learning to lift, you have to eat."

He chuckled, "Yes, Ma'am." He took a few more bites. "Aren't you hungry?" he 
asked.

"I'm eating..." She took another bite of her croissant to prove it. And her 
salad was more eaten than his was.

"Maybe I'm just distracted," he offered as he nodded toward her robe that had 
opened.

Miri's laugh was musical. "No distractions until you finish your food," she 
ordered, chuckling as she spoke.

El laughed as well as he took a few more bites of food. "What if I am hungry 
for what is over there?" he asked after swallowing some more cheese and a few 
bites of his croissant.

"Food first," she repeated firmly. "Then..." Miri grinned. "Well, whatever 
you have an appetite for."

He smiled, "I thought I would try to live on love," he joked as he finished 
off his salad.

"You're too thin, my love," Miriam said in gentle criticism. "It's not 
healthy when all your ribs stick out." She held a cheese cube to his lips.

He took the bite of cheese from her fingers holding them in his mouth a 
moment as he did. "Mmm. If you say so."

"I just did..." She was attuned to him enough to know when he'd eaten all he 
could for the moment, so she rose, catching his hand in hers, to lead him away 
from the table. The dishes stacked themselves and drifted toward the 
recycler.

He shook his head slightly and held his full stomach. "I don't know if I am 
going to be able to move," he complained. 

"Oh, I haven't stuffed you," she said. "A little slow walking will settle 
your stomach, love." He wasn't so full that he'd be sick; she would have felt 
that. Miri let the robe fall open further and slide down her shoulders some.

He smiled as it landed on the floor in front of him. Since he was following 
her, he stopped to pick it up. "You dropped this," he told her with a grin and 
held it out for her to take. "Or does that mean it's time for dessert?" he 
asked.

"That might depend on what kind of dessert you have in mind," Miri teased 
back.

"I was thinking of you, actually," he said matter of factly. 

Slowly, she backed toward the bedroom. "I love you, El-Kainah Ngaio," she 
whispered huskily in his own language.

"I love you Miriam," he answered in his native language, wishing that he 
could speak her native language, somehow knowing that AmerEnglish wasn't it.

She tripped over a shoe half a meter from the bed and sprawled backwards, 
lifting at the last moment to keep from falling awkwardly and possibly getting 
hurt. With a plop, she landed on the bed, chuckling, holding her arms out for 
his embrace.

He went to her on the bed, and took her into his arms. "You all right?" he 
asked as he kissed her neck.

"Uh-huh," she agreed, arms wrapping around him. "I should know better than to 
walk backwards when there's stuff on the floor." Her lips found his.

"I guess I should be more careful," he said. "I wasn't really expecting to 
have any one over tonight," he admitted.

Miriam pulled back a few centimeters, just enough to gaze into his eyes. "And 
now you'll be stuck with having me here all the time," she murmured. Because 
she had no intention of going back to the quarters she shared with Siobhan, to 
sleep alone in her single bed.

"Won't Siobhan wonder what happened to you?" he asked between kisses. His 
hands were exploring her body again as they kissed.

"She's a bright girl, she can figure it out," Miri chuckled, her music 
trilling agreeably.

He laughed lightly. "She is, but..." he trailed off as his fingers found her 
breasts again. "She is your friend isn't she?"

"Well, sure..." She gasped at the touch. "But isn't she also the one who was 
pushing us at each other? I'll talk to her when I go to get my stuff."

He smiled as she gasped. "Liked that, hm?" he teased and touched her again. 
"When will you be moved in, then?"

"Yeah..." She did like it. "I guess I'll bring my things after I finish 
redecorating. It'll be easier to change the furniture with less personal stuff 
around."

El chuckled slightly. "Where are you going to live in the meantime?" he asked 
as he continued to touch her gently.

"Oh, I'll be here," Miri assured him. "I just won't bring my personal 
belongings for a few days." She ran her fingers along his shoulders, up to his 
neck, 
and drew his head down to her breast.

He moaned around it as he took it into his mouth. ~~Mmmm... dessert at 
last.~~ He was joking with her silently.

~~You make me feel so good,~~ she told him, moaning along with him.

~~You make me feel good too~~ he told her as he changed to her other breast. 
~~You taste good too,~~ he teased.

~~Uh-huh...~~  

Their lovemaking this time was slow and gentle, and at last they slept, still 
twined together, body, mind and spirit.

=/\=

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