One Margarita, Two Margarita, Three Margarita, Shots

Posted on Wed Jun 1st, 2022 @ 6:20pm by Bexley Kinsley & Captain Natalya Markova

Mission: Pirates! (Or Yo Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Yum)

The holodeck was a small one, but it was directly connected to Bex's quarters, giving her the opportunity to privately access any program she wished. That was where she was now, in the holodeck, enjoying a warm sunlit beach, laying on the sand, enjoying the warmth of the sun against her skin.

Just feet away the water could be heard gently lapping against the golden sand, warmed by the sun shining down on them. Even the gentle breeze was perfectly scented with the perfume of nearby flowers. Even the cry of the birds and the rustle of the coconut palms seemed to form a soft melody in the background that added to the overall ambience.

Shifting slightly, Bex looked across at Nat and smiled. "Margarita or Pina Colada?"

Nat, laid out on a sun lounger in an exceptional tie-dye bikini and one arm resting behind her head, turned her gaze from the gorgeous azure sky to look over at Bex. "Margarita, of course." Her smile was relaxed, her posture that of a woman without a care in the world. One knee slightly bent, her foot resting flat on the lounger, while the other dangled off the side, absently.

Sitting up, Bex motioned to the bar tender who was hovering nearby waiting to serve what ever they wanted. Once the drinks order had been placed, she picked up a bottle of lotion and held it toward Nat, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Would you mind?"

Nat let a grin creep onto her face. Getting off the lounger, she took the bottle. Applying it liberally to her hands, Nat settled herself by Bex's feet, and began working it into her skin, strong hands moving over first one foot, then the other. Moving up to the ankles, Nat never broke eye contact as she worked, sat at Bex's feet, bent forward, almost daring the woman to look elsewhere first.

Bex maintained eye contact, shifting her position just enough so she could lean back on her hands. "So you're a marine..." it was a statement, simple, softly spoken, but none the less a statement.

"Was." Nat corrected her. "Dishonourable discharge. I don't even get to call myself a Former Marine. I'm just... not a Marine anymore." Her hands moved onto Bex's calves, her fingers kneading the toned flesh of a pair of very lovely legs.

"So what did you do to deserve that honour?" Bex asked, eyes narrowing slightly as she watched Nat.

"Conduct Unbecoming an Officer." Nat replied, with a shrug of her shoulders. "My record was already spotty before I was even assigned my last posting. It was sort of a... last chance assignment, if you will. I got into a barfight with some Fleeters on the Starbase, and Captain Skyie took that as all the excuse she needed. Pulled my rank off right there in the bar. Told me to get my shit, and get off her ship."

"Barfight with some Fleeters?" Bex raised an eyebrow slightly, questioningly.

"They were mouthing off. Security pukes." Nat elaborated. She edged further forwards, her fingers moving along Bex's skin as she held the woman's gaze. "I got cocky. Threw a drink in one's face. He didn't like that." Her grin turned wicked. "Thought he could take me. All he took was an ass kicking."

"And that's all it took for them to drum you out? Starfleet apparently has no standards," she said, an odd tone to her voice. "Not even a court martial. Pretty bad."

Nat's grip on Bex's leg tightened for just a moment. Her eyes turning cold. "It was." She replied in a flat voice. "She pulled my rank off right in the bar, in front of Fleeters and civilians alike. She humiliated me. That's why, when Skyie is captured, she will scream, and she will cry."

Bex leaned forward, her hand resting lightly on Nat's hand. "You're hurting me," she cautioned softly, aware that if she said it any louder her body guards would act. Act first, ask questions later, that was their motto, and when they acted, they acted swiftly and decisively.

Nat looked down at her hands, and instantly let go, holding her hands open. "I'm sorry." She whispered back. "It's a raw subject for me. I still need to work through some of the anger I have."

Taking the lotion bottle, Bex shifted so she was kneeling behind Nat, pouring some of the oil into her hands before she started rubbing it on Nat's exposed skin. "Holding onto negativity doesn't do anything except make you bitter and angry," she said softly. "Let it go and focus on the things that bring you happiness and joy in life."

Nat let herself lean forward, allowing Bex more space to move. Her eyes closed as she felt the tension bleeding away. "Mmmm. I can think of one thing right now that is bringing happiness." She looked over her shoulder at Bex. "You're good at this."

"Well it's not exactly as if I need a Starfleet degree to apply lotion," she replied quietly. "It's just lotion."

Nat closed her eyes, and just let herself melt into the moment. She could feel the tension she had been holding slowly begin to fade. This woman was doing an absolute number on her, and even as alarm bells tried to ring in the back of her mind, warning against getting too relaxed, she couldn't help it. "That's nice." She said in a soft tone.

"That bar fight must have really done a number on you," Bex said, her touch lightening, fingertips trailing lightly across Nat's shoulders, up the side of her neck and back down to her shoulders again. "I can feel the tension."

"I'd been a little wound up, already." Nat responded. The combination of her drink, and Bex's fingers setting her into a perfect state of mind. "Our Counsellor had gotten into some trouble, so I went in to help. Had to beat the crap out of some civilian who was trying to kidnap her or something, it didn't look good. Starbase Security was apparently running their mouths off about what they'd like to do to Marines, cause I stepped all over their turf."

Bex's fingertips softened, becoming more of a caress as she leaned in, brushing a soft kiss across Nat's neck, just below her ear, the feel of her warm breath making Nat's skin goosebump. "So you decided to take matters into your own hands?" Bex suggested, her voice soft, seductive, fingertips caressing down Nat's sides, another soft kiss brushing this time across the back of her neck.

"Mmmm." Nat murmured at the kiss, her eyes closed. "Cally mentioned she had heard their talk." She had been under so much tension and stress, while on board, and now that she was finally feeling truly relaxed, her mind was just going with it. "Said it would be perfect."

Bex moved again, her palms against Nat's stomach, a small amount of pressure applied to pull her back toward her, one hand moving to catch Nat's hair and draw it to the side. Another soft kiss, another gentle caress. "Perfect?" Bex asked, her warm breath against Nat's skin as she spoke between kisses.

The limited sleep over the past couple of weeks, the constant stress, and now finally feeling like she could relax was putting Nat into an almost doze. "Mm-hmm. To get me fired."

"She fired you because they were running their mouths?" Bex managed to keep her voice soft, quiet, the lilting tones remaining as her hands moved, undoing the back of Nat's bikini top, hand roaming softly, caressing delicate flesh, another soft kiss, this time against Nat's neck, followed with a soft bite against her ear lobe.

"Un-uh." Nat's head leaned into the kiss, and the nibble. "I needed to get fired. For something real. The barfight was her idea."

Bex moved so she was in front of Nat, straddling the other woman's lap, leaning in to kiss her softly. "How do you feel about crowds?" she asked, referring to the holographic staff constantly moving around them. "Or should I tell the holodeck to remove all other characters?"

Nat moved more into the sun lounger, pulling Bex with her. "Can we sleep?" She murmured, the doze she had been in slowly trying to pull her into a much deeper sleep.

Standing up, Bex held a hand toward Nat and smiled. "Computer, end program," she ordered quietly, her steady gaze fixed on Nat as she spoke. "I know the perfect place."