Love and Violence

Posted on Sun Nov 17, 2019 @ 12:52pm by Lieutenant Nicole Anderson & Lieutenant JG Camille Lévesque PhD

1,355 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Nibiru
Location: Camille's/Nicole's Quarters
Timeline: After what really happened

A few minutes later, Nicole stepped out of the sonic shower and back into their bedroom, smiling seeing Camille lying on the bed, waiting. She crawled on the bed with her and paused, looking her in the eye. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Camille said, propping herself up. She had gathered the supplies for giving Nicole a massage, which were all on the side table. She had spent Nicole's shower time in quiet contemplation.

"You're frowning," Nicole said.

"Am not," Camille replied, flashing Nicole a smile. "See? No frown."

"Well those two emeralds you carry around are," Nicole said, looking into her eyes. "If I can do something to make it better, name it. If you just need a kiss and a hug, I can do that too." She put a hand on Camille's cheek.

The blonde bespectacled science officer took a deep breath. "It really is nothing. I'm just not sure how I feel about Mister Walker yet. He was very charming when I met him in my lab. Then he does that to Penny, outright propositions us in our home, and beats you half to hell."

"He's quite the man of contradictions, yes," Nicole said, sitting down next to Camille. "If it's any consolation, I beat him the other half," she said, taking Camille's hand. "And whereas I am fully healed, he is going to be sore for a bit. I'll be seeing him tomorrow to assess his injuries. He can suffer for a bit." She cracked a smile.

She didn't return the smile. "I don't like seeing you hurt. I don't like seeing anyone hurt, but especially you. And I'm a bit scared for myself, too. I need to do my recerts soon."

Now it was Nicole's turn to frown. "T'hy'la," she said, her voice gentle, "you have my word, he won't hurt a hair on your head. He's far too proud of his reproductive organs to risk their integrity like that." She gave Camille a reassuring smile. "I know Walker can be intimidating, but there's a code there. It's that damn Klingon bluntness always getting in the way. I think he only offered to do mine because he sensed I was a fighter. Technically Arashi would be doing them normally. So you've nothing to worry about."

Camille finally returned the smile, reassured by Nicole's words. "Okay. I'm glad to hear it. I might speak with Mister Tanaka about getting mine done soon." She sat up a bit more. "It's not just the bluntness, but the unpredictability. I would not have figured the man I met in the lab would also act like he did with us the other day. But I know he meant well. I just like a bit of predictability in my work, eh?"

"Mmmm," Nicole said, noncommittally. "In a way...he is predictable, I think. On duty, that Vulcan calm of his takes over, and he's professional. Off duty, the Klingon sex drive takes over, and he's about as subtle as a warp core breach. It's all how you look at it."

She scooted back on the bed and sat back against the headboard. "Of course, that begs the question of just how much you like me, because I'm oh so predictable." She fixed Camille with a stare, arms folded over her bare chest.

"Well, I meant predictable in a work context," Camille explained. "Cullen Walker is our boss and would prefer to be able to anticipate the next orders. I'm glad you think that he'll be fine on duty." Then she grinned. "As for you, ma jolie dame, while I agree that a bit of unpredictability helps in the bedroom, you are not as unpredictable as you think you are." She playfully stuck her tongue out.

Nicole's hand whipped out, but she held herself back at the last second, realizing she was being baited. Her eyes narrowed as Camille giggled and she sprang forward, grabbing her girlfriend and flipping her around onto her back. "So...I'm more predictable than I think, am I?" she purred, straddling Camille playfully.

Camille giggled as she went along for the ride. “Actually...there was a very good chance you’d realize I was setting you up and would do something sexy instead.” She looked up at her lover. “Now, did you still want that massage, or are you going to take off my robe and have your way?”

Nicole was grinding her teeth with frustration at being put into such a predictable corner. She pulled the tie off of Camille's robe and moved down, pressing against her. She put Camille's hands above her head and tied them teasingly to the rail at the head of their bed, kissing her gently. "Well, if I'm so predictable," she said, grinning, "then you can tell me what's going to happen." She pulled Camille's robe up and gently folded it over her face, obscuring her vision and slipped off of her, leaving her trapped.

"Now," she said playfully," guess what I'm going to do next. If you're right, you get a treat. If you're wrong, you get a trick."

“Mmmm!” Camille purred as she let Nicole take control. “Honnêtement I didn’t predict this. Like finding an electron’s location, I know the general area of what you have in mind, but I can’t place it with any precision."

"Stalling," came Nicole's voice amidst the rustle of fabric.

"But I’m going to guess...that you’ll go for the feet. Oui. Nice to be touched and massaged, sensitive, and trapping them means further limiting my movement. Feet.” She nodded to herself with confidence.

"And don't forget ticklish," Nicole said wickedly.

Camille laughed, at first humorously, but then nervously. She was ticklish.

"Sadly, you are wrong. My next move is going to be getting something to eat in the mess hall," she said, a smile in her voice. "I should be back in an hour."

“Wait, what?” Camille tried to pull her arms free, without success.

The sound of the door to their quarters opened, then closed.

“Nicole!” No answer. Did Nicole really leave her like this? The idea left her not turned on, but terrified. What if there was danger? What if the ship suddenly went into red alert? What if there was a fire? She struggled to get free in a panic. What she wouldn’t give for that Transporter chip she had on the Castelnaudary. But she didn’t. And she was trapped and scared and desperately wanted to be free. This wasn’t reckless of Nicole, it was mean...

...which meant it wasn’t real. She stopped struggling and took a deep breath. “You’re still there, aren’t you? I know you meant well but I’m not laughing. Please let me out.”

Nicole sighed and pulled the robe off her eyes, giving her an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry I scared you," she said. "What tipped you off?"

“One way you are predictable,” Camille teased, “is that you wouldn’t be cruel to me. A bit of fun with ceding control, yes. Abandoning me, never.”

"Never, ever, ever," Nicole whispered tenderly, kissing Camille, a hand resting lovingly on her cheek. "But...." she said, trailing her fingers along Camille's body, "so long as you're tied up..." her fingers suddenly dug into Camille's ribs, tickling her hard.

“Nicole!” Camille yelped and laughed and squirmed. “I’ll get you back for this!” More laughing and squirming, helpless in the arms of one who loved her. “Now stop that and kiss me!” she demanded through her laugh, in no position to make Nicole do anything.

"Ohhh, ordering me about, now are you?" Nicole purred, her hands crawling up under Camille's arms, fingers dancing all the way. "I'm predictable and obedient? My, my, my, I'm just a perfect little pet aren't I?" She tortured her sweetheart another minute more till the crying and begging for mercy hit a peak, then reached up to untie her, Nicole holding Camille's wrists safely away from her own sensitive spots and kissing her deeply.

 

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