<USS Avalon> Not Just Horse Play

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=/\= Not Just Horse Play =/\=
by Dr. El-Kainah Ngaio and Yeoman Siobhan Finkelstein



Siobhan came off shift at 2100 hours and headed directly for a shower. 
Somehow, this shift had gotten her much dirtier than she could stand being, 
especially since she had a date. By the time she'd cleaned up, decided to leave 
her 
hair loose down her back, and dressed in a simple outfit from her homeworld, it 
was 2145 and she hoped El hadn't given up on her. Skirts swishing around her 
ankles, she made her way to the junior officers' lounge.

El was waiting for her. And had been for a while. He had gone back to his 
room and slept for a few hours after breakfast with Miriam. It had taken him a 
while to get comfortable in the bed because his stomach was still too full. But 
now, he was awake again and dressed casually. A light shirt and trousers that 
showed off his darker skin, his shiny black hair glinting under the lights

Siobhan smiled when she saw him. He was simply gorgeous. She went over to 
him, holding out a hand in greeting. "Sorry I'm late," she apologized. "I had 
to 
get cleaned up after work."

He smiled at her. "No ... it's fine." He half blushed as he said, "It was 
worth the wait." 

Siobhan half blushed, too. "Have you eaten?" she asked. She hadn't had dinner 
yet, of course.

He shook his head remembering that full feeling from just a few hours ago. 
"No. Not since this morning." 

"Then maybe we should get something now..?" Siobhan wasn't quite sure what 
she was feeling from him. It was a little confusing, those sorts of mixed 
feelings.

He nodded, almost afraid to eat again. "Sure." He smiled.  "You pick 
something for both of us this time... I did last night." He smiled.

Siobhan went to the replicator. When she returned, it was with a tray holding 
two modest-sized bowls of steaming stew, a plate of cheese bits, and a basket 
of hot fresh bread. "This is what we have for supper at home, most times," 
she said. "I hope it's okay. Hang on while I get drinks." She set the tray down 
and went back to the replicator, returning a minute later with mugs of warm 
spiced cider.

He smiled at the sight of her. She looked a little bit like a barmaid, 
dressed as she was. "I'm sure it's fine," he said as she turned to get the 
drinks.

"It's just cider," she said, sitting down. "No alcohol, not even synth. I'm 
not real fond of alcohol, except a little wine at the festivals."

"It's fine." He smiled and blushed a bit. "Sorry, I keep saying that." He 
chuckled slightly. "I guess I am nervous."

Siobhan reached to set his bowl in front of him, then took hers. She didn't 
understand why he would be nervous. "It won't hurt you," she promised. "It's 
just stew..."

He smiled again. "Thank you." He picked up his spoon, finally. "I haven't 
really felt like eating much today." 

"Why not?" Was he sick? She wondered if that was the source of the mixed 
feelings.

"I had a big breakfast." He said as he finally took a bite of the stew. "I 
ate too much this morning, really. I shouldn't have... I overreacted, is all."

"Oh... Well ... don't eat too much now." Siobhan took a piece of bread and a 
few cubes of cheese. "Though this isn't too bad for replicated food."

It was good, he thought. "I'm sorry. I am not being very good company 
tonight." He set the spoon down and took a few cubes of cheese for himself. 

"It's okay." She ate her meal neatly, letting him find his own comfort level.

Part of him wanted to explain it to her more completely but it had been so 
difficult to do so this morning with Miri. He allowed the feelings and memories 
to come to the surface again. And hoped she would be able to pick up on them

Siobhan could feel the emotions he was projecting ... disturbing feelings 
that made her want to cuddle him and reassure him that everything would be all 
right. Experimentally, she tried to project reassurance.

He looked over to her. ~~You understand?~~ as he felt her reassurance.

"I know that you're hurting," she whispered. "And there's a part of me that 
wants to reach out and take the hurt away ... so, how can I do that, El? How 
can I help you?"

He smiled. "You can be my friend. And maybe more," he offered.

"I'd like that," she murmured, blushing a little. He had single quarters, 
didn't he? So they didn't have to dodge her roommate? "Maybe we could go 
someplace ... quieter," she suggested.

He smiled. "What about your dinner?" he asked. "Just because I am not 
hungry... You should eat." He smiled at her again.

"Oh, I'm about done..." She had eaten most of her stew, two pieces of bread, 
and some cheese. "I'll just bring along my cider..." She shrugged.

He smiled. "Fine... If you're ready, then... " He trailed off a bit.

She regarded him seriously. "I think you need to be cuddled," she told him. 
Quickly clearing the dishes to the recycler, she picked up her mug and held out 
her other hand to take his.

He took her hand. "You think so, huh?" He smiled playfully. "I make it a 
point to never contradict a diagnosis, even if it is from a medtech." 

Siobhan grinned back. "Oh, I'm getting very good at diagnosis," she laughed. 
"Maybe we should see if I'm any good at treatment..."

He chuckled. "I would imagine that you are." He squeezed her hand gently, 
enjoying the interplay between them.  It had helped his mood already.

His quarters weren't very spacious, but they were private. Siobhan slipped 
off her soft shoes and left them by the door. She wondered if he found her 
choice of clothing odd, but the layered dress was comfortable, much more 
comfortable than the trousers most of the girls here seemed to prefer.

"I'm sorry about how my quarters look." He blushed. "They aren't very homey," 
he said. He was looking at her. Admiring her. The dress she had chosen showed 
her off some. It was quite alluring, really.

"Well, nothing here is like my home," she answered in practical tones that 
said she didn't care. And he at least picked up after himself. Some guys 
didn't. 
She could sense that he was watching her, and that he liked what he saw. Her 
almond-shaped eyes met his and she smiled softly.

"I guess I just don't have very many things that are mine." He offered. "I 
never really have." He showed her in the rest of the way. "Sit ... please." He 
indicated the sofa as he took a seat himself.

She sat close by his side, taking his hand in both of hers and stroking the 
back of it with one finger. "Why do you hurt so much, El?" she asked quietly, 
proving that she could be serious when the mood called for it.

"My Mom and I," he started, "we left our home when the Breen invaded. Dad 
stayed to fight." His voice was already ragged and scratchy in his throat. "We 
went to a nearby planet and were put into a refugee camp. I was raped there."

He went on some more.  "Before I found Mom and Dad... " His voice trailed 
off. "I was alone for a long time. It was hard." He forced back the tears, not 
wanting to shed them again today. 

Siobhan held his hand a little tighter. "Do you want to remember," she asked 
softly, "or do you want me to help you forget?"

He sat back slightly and focused his eyes on a point beyond her ear. "I'm 
tired of remembering," he said distantly. "I want to remember the good stuff 
more. I remember Navir. He was kind of fun really." He smiled at a memory he 
had 
of him. Even if there was some sadness associated with it.

"Who was Navir?" Siobhan asked. And then regretted asking, because he'd said 
he was tired of remembering.

"He took care of me for a while. After I was taken from my real parents." He 
smiled again. "He wanted me to help him with his business." He kind of 
laughed.

She just listened, holding his hand.

 "He was fun, really. We went all kinds of places. It was like I was his own 
son, really." He frowned. "But I wasn't. I belonged to him. Until he was 
killed by a competitor."

"You were just a little kid..." she commented.

"Yeah. I was a kid." He frowned. "But he bought me because the people that 
stole me from my family, said I was a telepath. I was something he could use. 
He 
wasn't any different from the Nikaari."

"Some people are users..." Siobhan faced him, and reached to stroke his cheek 
with gentle fingers.

He nodded silently as she stroked his cheek. It made him smile. He absently 
placed his hand on her leg. 

"Dagny used you," Siobhan whispered. "I don't want to use you ... or for you 
to use me. I want to share..."

He smiled sadly. "Dagny and I used each other," he said flatly. "I didn't 
think I could be like that." His eyes had darkened. "It didn't feel like that 
was 
what we were doing at the time, but... " He trailed off again. "You know?"

She nodded slowly, feeling his sadness and confusion. "Yeah... I know." 
Without knowing quite how, she opened herself to him, reaching with her 
feelings. 
Feelings of wanting to join with him, wanting to share more than just the 
pleasure of their bodies.

He inhaled deeply, holding it a moment before letting it out slowly. "You 
must be tired of hearing about me by now," he tried to joke. "I want to know 
about you. I know you grew up on a farm ... and that Miri says you're fun. But 
that's all." He smiled at her. 

"There's not a lot more to tell," she grinned back. "I play the small harp, 
just a bit... I can handle a shortsword and a crossbow..."

"Really? A sword?" He asked genuinely surprised. "How did you learn to do 
that?"

"Oh, almost everyone learns it, where I come from. We don't practice with 
live steel, but the practice swords are the same weight and balance as the real 
ones."

"Sounds like you come from an interesting place." He had started to stroke 
her leg lightly. 

She shrugged again. "I guess any place is interesting if it's new to you. To 
me it's just home. We live a mostly low-tech lifestyle, except in things that 
technology is really needed. For instance, unless you have to go more than a 
few days' travel, or unless you have an emergency and have to get somewhere 
really fast, the main transportation is by horses."

He smiled. "I guess you're right." The smiled didn't last, though. â I don't 
want to use you, either, Siobhan," he started. "I like you. I think Miri is 
right, that we could have fun together. And I don't mean just physically. I 
think we have some things in common." He smiled again, finally. "Although I 
think 
we definitely could have some fun physically, too." 

"You think?" Her eyes sparkled, and unconsciously she reached up to flip her 
long straight hair back over her shoulder. "I like you, too, El. I think it's 
awful that people have used you and hurt you. I want you to be happy and feel 
good."

He smiled playfully in return as he leaned closer to her. He gently kissed 
her lips. It was something he had wanted to do since they had run into one 
another in the break room in Sickbay. It was warm and gentle. He smiled at her 
again as he pulled back from her.

Siobhan smiled back. El was nice, as well as being incredibly attractive. He 
seemed to bring out her serious side, too. Although, maybe, he would prefer 
her not to be so serious? "I bet there's probably a holodeck program of my 
homeworld," she said, and waited to see if he was interested in that, or if 
he'd 
rather stay here.

"Sure," he answered, eager to get out of his uninviting quarters. 

"Do you ride?" She rose and held out her hand. The mischievous glint was back 
in her eyes.

"Some." He smiled playfully. "Rather well, so I have been told." His grin 
broadened.

Looking at him with a funny expression on her face, she giggled. "You're 
bad... Okay, let's see if you can keep up with me on horseback and find out 
where 
it takes us..."

He smiled. "You're on." He stood up and together they left his quarters.  As 
they walked to the holodeck, he asked her, "Are you an empath?" It was 
something that was weighing on his mind over the past hours as their moods 
seemed to 
match one another.

Siobhan nodded, her eyes wide and serious. "That's what they tell me. I never 
much thought about it at home."

El nodded. "It's making sense now," he said.  "I'm not usually this moody. I 
think we must be affecting one another."

"Oh..." she said, suddenly feeling somewhat anxious. "I'm sorry. I'm used to 
just feeling what other people feel..."

"I can usually pick up what they are feeling, too," he offered. "It's part of 
being a telepath. It just comes through." He turned and smiled at her. "It 
isn't your fault, Siobhan. It's just been one of those days."

"Maybe we can just have some fun and put our worries aside for a while," she 
offered.

He nodded. "A nice ride might help." He smiled as they arrived at the 
holodeck doors. "It would be nice to just escape for a while."

It took a few minutes for Siobhan to find the program she was looking for in 
the index. When she did, she activated it and waited for the doors to open. "I 
might have to ask for a sidesaddle," she laughed, looking down at her long 
dress. "Or change clothes."

He chuckled slightly. "I don't think either of us is dressed in traditional 
riding attire." 

"I guess the holodeck can give us some..." The doors opened, and they stepped 
forward into the barn. Through the open doors at the other end, they could 
see the paddock and the fields and woods beyond.

He took in the distinctive smell of a horse barn and smiled. "Just like 
home." He looked down to the paddock. "I haven't ridden since we left for the 
Camp."

With another glance at her clothing, Siobhan sighed. "Computer, please 
provide me with a change of clothing in the tack stall, appropriate riding 
attire 
for this setting..." She went into the tack stall to check out what the program 
considered appropriate.

He watched her disappear into the tack room and waited for her to change. He 
waited patiently for her to come back out. She was cute, he thought. Her long 
hair, her eyes. He was attracted to her, definitely. He was more than curious 
about where this ride would lead them.

When she emerged from the tack stall, she was wearing patched and faded brown 
suede trews, a linen tunic that opened at the throat and nearly showed all 
her cleavage, though she didn't have that much of it to show, a vest that 
matched the pants, and knee-high suede boots with semi-soft soles. She was also 
carrying her tack. Grinning at him, she said, "You do remember how to tack up 
your 
mount?"

He smiled at her. "I think I remember," he said as he went and found the tack 
that he needed. It was a beautiful black leather set of tack and he set about 
putting it on a lovely chestnut Arabian mare.

Siobhan's mount was a feisty bay gelding; she had to knee him several times 
before he'd let her tighten the cinch all the way. But once she unclipped the 
lead rope and swung into the saddle, he seemed to channel his energy into his 
feet, prancing with the desire to go. "Ready?" she asked El.

After he had buckled the saddle he came around to the front of the horse, 
running his hand down the white blaze that highlighted its face. He seemed to 
be 
communicating with the animal as he coaxed it to take the bit. "Ready," he 
agreed as he climbed into the saddle.  He clicked his tongue to urge the horse 
on. "Lead on," he said.

With the lightest tap of her heels and a twitch of the reins, Siobhan guided 
her horse through the open paddock gate and into the open field. In a moment, 
they were cantering across the rolling meadow. She didn't even look back, just 
trusted that El would follow.

And he was following, a broad grin on his face, enjoying the ride across the 
meadow already. He tapped the horse again to get her to go a little faster. He 
caught up to Siobhan easily and soon they were riding side by side. "So where 
are we going?":

"I don't know," she laughed. "I've never been in this program before. 
Wherever it takes us, I suppose..."

He spotted a clearing in the distance. "How about over there?" He nodded 
toward it. 

Siobhan looked. There was a clearing, and beyond it, almost hidden in the 
woods, a house very like the one she had grown up in. "Sure, let's check it 
out," 
she agreed.

He smiled and clicked his tongue again, urging on his steed. It didn't take 
too long for them to cover the distance. They were talking and laughing lightly 
as they rode down the small hill to the wood. El slowed down when they 
arrived there, not wanting to run through without having been in it before.

Jumping out of the saddle even before her mount had come to a complete stop, 
Siobhan tied the reins to a fencepost. She could tell that the little house 
was meant for them; for one thing, she'd selected a resting place in the 
program, and for another, no one had come out to greet them. The door opened at 
her 
touch, and again she went ahead trusting that El was following her.

And again he was. He was half laughing at how she had jumped down from her 
horse. "I haven't seen anyone do that in a long, long time." He was smiling. He 
turned and saw the horses breathing. They had already started to snack on the 
green grass they were standing upon.  "It was fun." He turned and she was 
standing right there next to him.

There in the little homelike house, Siobhan finally felt more relaxed and 
cheerful, more like her usual self. Taking his hand, she led him through the 
main 
room that was a combination kitchen and sitting room, and up the steep stairs 
to the loft bedroom. "This is a lot like home," she said, feeling a small 
pang of homesickness. But the comfortable setting quickly washed that away. "We 
do have indoor plumbing, but as you can see, not much higher technology. Though 
there are computer systems in the schools and such."

He nodded. "It's beautiful, really. Simple." He looked at her and smiled. "I 
really need to get some things I like for my quarters.

"I'd go shopping with you, when we get to a place that has shops," she 
offered. The loft had a big, soft-looking bed, a chest of drawers, a table with 
an 
oil lamp, and a blanket chest at the foot of the bed. The chimney ran through 
it, to provide a source of warmth in winter. Siobhan sat on the edge of the 
bed.

"I'd like that." He said as he sat next to her and took her hand. "I think 
that is why I don't like my quarters really. It just doesn't feel like home at 
all. Always something missing." He tried to laugh off how it made him feel.

"What kinds of things did you have in your room at home?" she asked, her 
thumb rubbing his hand lightly.

He smiled at how the caresses of his hand made him feel.  He shared it with 
her in his mind. "Not much, really. I had a few carvings I had made with Dad. A 
horn from a Snow Buck." 

"Carving is something you can keep on with for a hobby," Siobhan pointed out. 
Her fingers traced a line up his wrist, as she admired the light muscling 
over his wristbones.

"What I liked about it was spending time with Dad," he said, and lifted up 
his other hand to run it down her arm to the hand she was tracing up his wrist 
with. "It might be fun to do that again, though. Especially if the results will 
make my room feel like home."

"Mmm-hmmm." She nodded, and looked up into his eyes. She was learning from 
him how to open her mind and feelings for him to read. Just now, her feelings 
were tipping from attraction toward desire. Her hand slid up his arm to his 
shoulder, to caress his neck.

He could feel her desire for him, and smiled. It was always nice to be wanted 
in that way. He opened his mind to her and let her feel how much he was 
enjoying not only what she was doing, but what she was feeling as well. And 
that he 
found her to be desirable, too.

"It's special, isn't it, when both people can feel each other like this?" she 
asked in a quiet murmur.

He nodded. "Very." He ran a hand down her side. It was nice, touching and 
caressing one another like this. It felt very good. He leaned in and kissed her 
again, this time allowing his passion to build so the kiss deepened as his 
passion grew.

The depth of feeling was almost overwhelming. Siobhan felt it wash through 
her in a warm wave of desire, almost losing herself in it for a moment before 
she suddenly found the strength to contain it, and match it with her own. As 
El's kiss became gently demanding, she met that demand with a yielding passion 
that somehow grew both stronger and more resilient all at the same time. Her 
hand behind his neck held him to her with a pressure more emotional than 
physical, as the warmth in her mind spread, tingling, to the pit of her belly.

He had his hands on her sides and he ran them back and caressed her back and 
pulled her to him. It felt so good to kiss her like this, he didn't want to 
stop, but finally, after long moments he did break the kiss. But didn't let go 
of the embrace he had her in. He sighed like he was enjoying a tasty meal. So 
that it rumbled in her ear.  "That was nice," he said quietly after a few 
moments so that he was able to start to regain his breath. He kissed and 
nibbled 
just below her ear.

"This is nice, too," she whispered. It felt good to be touched. It felt good 
to touch him, too. He was slender, muscular without being bulky. Her hands 
slid along his body, stroking and caressing, and her lips brushed lightly 
across 
his jaw.

He sighed again at her kisses. He slipped a hand under her riding tunic and 
touched her side, skin to skin. It was warm under his hand. He could tell that 
his hand was warm but it felt like her skin was warmer. He kissed and nipped 
at her neck again. "You feel so good, Siobhan."

A slight shift and a nudge moved his hand to her breast, and she sighed a 
long sigh of desire at the contact. Her lips found his once more and her tongue 
teased him mercilessly. She wondered if he could hear her thoughts, supposing 
she were to try thinking to him ... it was worth a try. I like feeling good 
with you, she projected, and slid a hand up the front of his thigh.

He was surprised when he felt her breast beneath his hand, but he certainly 
wasn't going to object to touching her like that. He had wanted to do so when 
he slipped his hand beneath her tunic. ~~And I like how you make me feel.~~ he 
thought to her in return, hoping she would pick it up.

She did. It seemed she was receptive to telepathy even if she wasn't really a 
telepath. Or at least she had never had the opportunity to explore the 
possibility. But right now, this other sort of exploration was far more 
demanding of 
her attention. How creatively could she remove clothing while locked into a 
passionate embrace?

He was working on the same problem as he continued to kiss and caress her. 
Finally, he just decided to start lifting her tunic higher and higher. 
Eventually he would have to stop kissing her but he was going to do that 
anyway. He 
slipped it up and over her head quickly and was back to kissing her. Leaning 
her 
back on the bed at the same time, and throwing the tunic to the floor.

She was laughing even as she returned his kisses with an intensity that 
matched his own. Her fingertips danced lightly up the front of his trousers, 
seeking the fastening while the touch teased him. "You really are fun," she 
breathed 
along the side of his neck.

Her laughter was contagious and his own soon joined her. "So are you. I'll 
have to tell your roommate she was right." He smiled at her before returning 
his 
attention to her neck and chest, before sliding so he was beside her, running 
his hand down her torso.

She wasn't sure how she felt about his referring to Miriam. Maybe he was half 
in love with her roommate. But, Siobhan reminded herself, she wasn't in love 
with him -- just having fun together. Love was far too serious a thing to get 
involved with at her age. Her skin tingled where he touched her, and it was 
hard to catch her breath. "Gods, I want you..." she murmured. Her hands were 
doing the same sorts of things to him that his were to her.

He leaned in and kissed her again. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, 
teasing her with it this time. He wanted her, too. He would never deny that. It 
felt 
like his own skin was on fire; next to hers which was the same, it seemed to 
create even more pleasure. He shared it with her as he worked to shed her of 
her riding trousers.

A few squirms in the right direction got the trousers down her hips so they 
could be kicked off. She captured his tongue, teasing him in return, suggesting 
with her lips that the same sort of kiss could be bestowed elsewhere. The 
fastener of his trousers yielded at last to her attempts, and she slid her 
hands 
inside them, stroking along his hips with a gentle pressure.

He was reaching down caressing her thighs and hips before running his hand 
back up her torso again. When he felt the fastener on his own trousers open he 
performed a similar dance as she had to assist her in removing them. ~~Yes, 
Siobhan. Yes,~~ he thought to her as they kissed.

Her whole body moved with its own rhythm, undulating against him. She could 
feel his arousal not only where their bodies met, but also in her mind and 
through every nerve and fiber of her being. When she finally dared to touch 
him, 
to grasp him gently with one hand, her head spun with the feedback of the 
contact.

He was feeling the room spin as well. He was feeling everything she did. He 
had never been with an empath before. It was the most amazing thing he had 
experienced, and they hadn't even truly consummated their encounter yet. But 
they 
would, and both of them knew it. He was looking into her eyes more and kissing 
less now. Touching her center as he did, and enjoying the feeling from his 
fingertips as well as from her mind.

The sound that escaped Siobhan's lips was something between a gasp and a 
moan. When he touched her, her body tightened in small, tingly spasms that 
seemed 
to shoot from the base of her skull all the way to her toes and back again. 
She didn't have to voice her desire in words -- he could feel it, and she could 
feel that he felt it. Two quick shifts of her hips brought him into a position 
to join with her, and she could only gaze into his eyes, communicating her 
want through wordless longing.

He leaned down to kiss her again, finally, sealing the bargain they had made 
that he was going to fulfill now. And he joined with her. A slow emotional 
building to a heady release, all the while looking at her -- feeling her 
pleasure, reverberating against him and his own pleasure, creating more desire.

Her arms and legs twined around him as they moved together in the ancient 
primal rhythm. But this was more than just a sexual encounter. Thoughts and 
emotions and physical sensations blended together in a sharing that neither of 
them 
had ever experienced before. The pulse of their movements beat a counterpoint 
of pleasure against the throb of their individual heartbeats. Siobhan could 
feel herself tighten on him, but at the same time she felt what he was feeling, 
as he swelled within her. The experience was almost unbearable, and she 
moaned softly again, clinging to him and trembling. Yes, she thought to him. 
Yes, 
yes, yes.

That was all it took. He was in a haven of pleasure and release. He called 
out to her both with his mind and his voice. "Yes, Siobhan..."  The pleasure 
was 
almost too intense and for a moment he thought both of them would pass out 
but it passed.

She shared the moment when everything seemed to go black, but it was gone as 
quickly as it had happened. His release set her off, and she arched, holding 
him within her as her body twitched and spasmed. It seemed like it would never 
end, but gradually the intensity subsided and she could breathe again -- long, 
ragged, gasping breaths. That was ... incredible. She still couldn't speak 
aloud.

His breath was as ragged as hers, it was as if their minds and bodies were 
one. ~~I have never felt anything like that before,~~ he said. ~~It was 
amazing.~~

Slowly, she relaxed and her breathing evened out; his did, too. Warmly 
cuddled together, still joined, she smiled and stroked his hair back from his 
face. 
There wasn't any need for words, now. She knew -- and knew that he did too -- 
that whatever happened, they had shared this experience with each other, and 
it would be with both of them forever.

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