We are
talking secrets here but whose secrets? Before Season 1.
Summary:
Crais and Aeryn shared a secret or is it a secret?
The Summoning
by GitonCrais
She had been
summoned and now she followed the Captain’s aide to his chambers.
She was excited.
According to rumours, the Captain was very particular in his choices and the
stories she had heard about him…
They marched
briskly, it would not do to keep him waiting…
When they
neared the Captain’s quarters, a server who was just departing, approached them
and whispered something in the aide’s ear.
Her heart
dropped; maybe the Captain had changed his mind.
She tried
not to look disappointed.
The aide
turned back to her and motioned her inside while the server went on his way.
She breathed
a sight of relief and stepped inside.
The bedroom
quarters were shrouded in darkness and one server had remained.
The aide
turned to her, “I have just been informed that the Captain has been called away
on some urgent matters. However, he doesn’t expect to be engaged that long and
has requested that you remain here until his return. In the meanwhile, his
personal server will give you a massage and oil you. Enjoy!” He left the room
quickly.
She saw the
door close and then turned around to face the server. The man smiled and waited
patiently for her. She observed the room and its furnishings. She had expected
it to be different, more opulent. Yet, although some of the decorations were of
fine quality, nearly everything seemed to be practical and serving a purpose.
The sole exceptions to that rule appeared to be the stuffed Hynerian heads
sitting on a shelf, high up near the ceiling. She wondered why they were there.
She stepped
up to the dais leading to the bedroom quarters, where the server stood waiting
for her. With gentle, unhurried movements, he took off her clothes. When she
was naked, he directed her to lie face down on the massaging table. He could
tell that she had just bathed herself and an approving smile curled around his
mouth.
With deft
movements, he proceeded to rub the scenting oils into her body, working her
muscles loose, warming them comfortable under his skilled hands. She realised
after a bit that the scents he was using on her were so subtle as to be hardly
noticeable.
Her eyes
drifted closed with the pleasant ministrations. They barely fluttered open when
he turned her over to massage the front of her body.
As she
floated in a languid sea of contentment, she felt vaguely pleased that the
Captain had been called away. If he hadn’t, would she have had the same
treatment of the server as she was having now?
When she was
well oiled, the server brought her over to the bed and let her lie down, then
he left the room.
She
stretched out on the bed, enjoying the silky feel of the sheets underneath her body.
She noticed with pleasure that the sheets slid gently along her torso without
wrinkling or running uncomfortably against her skin. It felt cool and luxurious
to the touch. This was no mere standard issue; they were made from quality
material.
The same
could be said about the spread. Its red and black cover was strongly
reminiscent of Peacekeeper design, but the material it was made of was most
definitely not. In appearance, it looked as though it would do well on an
arctic planet, and yet underneath, it felt as cool as any Sebacean could
desire. She wondered where he had gotten it.
She
stretched across the bed, smiling as she luxuriated in the size of the sleeping
surface; smiling when it didn’t make a difference how or which way she moved. She
was tall for a female, but regardless of how she stretched, she was unable to
touch both ends of the bed simultaneously. She enjoyed the feel of the cover
and the sheets on her naked body, caressing her lightly.
After a
while, she wondered where he was and what was keeping him.
She had been
in his chambers for over two arns now and she was getting tired of keeping her
eyes open, getting a bit bored with the waiting.
She got up
from the bed and moved into his living quarters, trailing her fingers across
the surfaces of various furnishings as curiosity and a touch of boredom drove
her to examine the chambers.
She noticed
the drinks on the sideboard. A bottle of Raslak, a few bottles of chilled
Fellip Nectar, and two glasses. She was sure he wouldn’t mind if she took a
glass. She had been here for a considerable time now. Pouring herself a Fellip
Nectar, she circled the room, taking it all in.
By the looks
of it, it wasn’t bad, being a Captain. Maybe one day she would attain that
position too. This Captain was quite young to have already risen to that
position. There was hope for her yet. At least, she was a first-gen and he was
only a conscript, or so the rumours went. If a conscript could become a
Captain, then why couldn’t a first-gen accomplish that feat just as quickly?
A bookcase
drew her attention. It was rare to find books on a Command Carrier. Most
information was stored and imparted on data-pads and in computer files. She
looked at the titles and was surprised to find them in different languages, of
different species, some of them unidentifiable to her. She wondered if he could
read them all or if they had been ‘acquisitions’. A great number, by the looks
of it, were on Peacekeeper history and military strategies but there were also
other books, that didn’t give her any clues as to the subject matter. She
turned away and glanced around the room. When she looked up again, she stared
at the Hynerian heads. What were they doing up there? They seemed so out of
place.
She sat down
at his desk, draping herself naked over the throne-like chair. The wood felt
warm under her skin. She took a sip of her drink.
His desk
wasn’t as tidy as she would have suspected. Different data-foils and notes were
strewn over the desk. Most of them had mathematical scribbles on them in a
rather spiky handwriting. Drawings of a Leviathan, inside and out, star charts
and maps and folders. She wondered if he always left important papers lying
about in the open for anyone in the room to see, or if it was a test to see how
curious she was. She turned away from it, she didn’t want to be accused of
spying. Besides, she couldn’t interpret or understand the squiggles anyway.
After she
finished her glass, she went back to the bedroom quarters and lay down again.
She closed
her eyes but tried not to fall asleep, although once more she was surrounded by
the sensations of luxury.
She thought
about what she had heard about the Captain…
The rumours
of his prowess and stamina were passed on in hushed whispers. It was not
considered good conduct to tell stories about recreational partners, and
certainly not when that partner was the Captain, but in his case, that didn’t
seem to stop a steady stream of whispered reports of these encounters from
those who had been so full of the experience.
According to
the stories, he was very particular in his choices.
He preferred
his partners to be strong, lean and tall, although, on occasion, others had
made it to his bed too. But, strangely enough, high intelligence seemed to
often triumph over afore mentioned qualities.
He was well
shaped and, unlike that of many men, his chest was hairless, giving it a
certain exotic attraction over others. He was rumoured to be very…sensitive…in
certain areas and she, like many others, had often fantasized about how it would
be a pleasure to explore those mysterious regions. The accounts were not
specific about which exactly these regions were. Exploration and pleasure
seemed to be the key words here.
But what was
talked about most was his sensitivity to his partners’ needs and the lengths he
would go through to satisfy them. It spoke of arns of pleasure; no wonder he
preferred those he chose to be physically strong.
She
sniggered and stretched like a cat. She looked forward to experiencing such
pleasure.
She turned
over on her stomach and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
She dreamed
about her Captain…
Crais
returned to his chambers. The ‘small’ emergency had turned into a huge problem
and had needed his attention all throughout. He was tired. Eight arns on top of
an already forty-six arns long day was telling on him and all he could think of
at the moment was a long sleep.
He loosened
his collar and walked over to the sideboard. He drew himself a glass of Fellip
Nectar and tossed the drink back in one gulp, the sweetness of the drink
momentarily reviving him. In his exhaustion, he hadn’t even noticed that one
glass was missing.
She had
woken up when she heard sounds coming from the other part of the chambers, and had
seen Crais walk over to the sideboard to get himself a drink.
She watched
as he loosened the queue that tied his hair together and was surprised to see
how long and lustrous his hair was. Was surprised at the cascading of the tight
big curls and waves. In a weaker man, it might have looked feminine. On him, it
looked impressive, commanding, not to mention, very attractive. She found
herself holding her breath and almost released a gasp.
For a moment
she contemplated getting up and walking over to him but then decided to observe
him for a little while. Besides, striking a sexy pose when he came to his bed
might put a smile on his face.
Seen up
close, he looked so young and virile. Powerfully build. And that was with his
clothes on and despite his obvious tiredness. Without realising that she was
doing it, she licked her lips. She watched him, anticipation growing in her
stomach and making her feel moist.
Crais was
tired and he pinched the bridge of his nose as the twinges of a headache were
making themselves felt.
He got
another glass of nectar and then loosened and removed his tunic. He draped it
over a chair and walked in his shirtsleeves to the desk. He took a quick glance
at the notes on the desk and shook his head. He didn’t bother to sit down but
spotted the mistake in the equations, which had bothered him earlier in the
day.
Taking a
stylus, he made a couple of quick modifications to the equations, frowned and
tossed the stylus with frustration on the desk. He bowed his head and leaned
one hand on the desk. He closed his eyes briefly as he massaged his temple.
With a sigh
he straightened up and loosened his back muscles.
He drank the
rest of the glass quickly. Time to go to bed.
Without
bothering to turn the lights up, he entered his sleeping quarters and sat on
the edge of the bed, where he undid his boots. She held her breath.
He had just
taken off his sleeveless shirt and his bare back was turned to her, when she
finally exhaled her breath.
He turned
around in a flash; a long sharp blade was drawn and pointing at her.
His dark
eyes, only moments ago filled with sleep, were now very alert.
He pounced
on the bed and held the blade against her throat as he commanded, “Lights!”
He looked at
her startled face and was about to demand her name, when a surprised look came
over his face, “Ensign Sun?”
“Yes, Sir!”
She found it difficult to bring herself to attention while sitting in his bed
stark naked, as her commanding officer was holding a blade near her throat.
Crais
withdrew the blade and tucked it back in his belt.
Slowly
realisation dawned on him and he dry-washed his face. He sat back and looked at
her.
Aeryn was
worried that he would order her out. He looked exhausted and probably wouldn’t
want to recreate with her now.
“I’m sorry,
Ensign. Important matters have demanded my attention. I had…forgotten…about
you. An oversight. You have waited…what…eight arns?”
She nodded
after quickly glancing at the clock on the side.
Crais
pinched the bridge of his nose, “It would not be fair to you for me to recreate
with you now…”
Her face
fell.
Crais
continued, “I would only disappoint you in the state I find myself in right
now.”
“It doesn’t
have to be about me, Sir. I could always…”
He shook his
head, “No. That’s not my way.”
She was silent
and wondered expectantly; the rumours were true then?
He canted
his head. Looked at her lithe and strong figure. It would be a pity to rush. He
also saw her disappointment in not recreating with him. At least, he hoped that
was the reason.
Maybe they
could settle for a compromise.
He looked at
her and a smile graced his lips, “If you don’t mind sleeping with your Captain
and recreating with him in the morning…”
A smile lit
her face, “You’re not sending me away?”
He shook his
head. Her smile was radiant and seemed to dissipate some of his tiredness.
He took off
his belt and hung that from the corner of his bed. Now that the belt was in
plain view, she could see the blade easily in its normally concealed place. She
looked back at Crais who didn’t seem to have noticed that her attention had
wandered.
He took his
trousers off and she was surprised that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
A smile
curled her mouth when she saw him in full naked glory. It would not be easy to
wait for a full sleep cycle to explore this body. On the other hand, it was
said that Crais didn’t sleep a full sleeping cycle. She licked her lips.
Crais slid
his powerful body under the covers beside her. He opened his arm for her to
snuggle close to him. For a moment she was confused by the gesture but then
moulded her figure in his waiting arm, close to his body.
He was a
little warmer than the average male she had known but it was by no means an
unpleasant warmth and the snuggling felt…natural.
As her head
lay on his chest, she could feel the even rise and fall, the strong beating
heart underneath her ear, the rush of blood travelling through his body.
She laid her
hand on his abdomen, feeling the taut muscles underneath. Her hand caressed the
tanned skin, so soft and supple, yet so strong.
His
breathing deepened and when she looked up, she realised that he had fallen
asleep. Totally relaxed, he looked even younger. She could not resist a smile.
For a moment
she admired his body, his long black curly hair that was draped over the pillow.
Soon it would be mingling with her own glossy black mane.
A neatly
trimmed goatee circled his full lips and a darker shadow had started to fill up
his cheeks. His head was slightly turned sideways and she was aware of his
prominent straight nose. She wondered briefly if he had broken it. She looked
down again.
She admired
the width of his chest. The rumours were certainly true. His chest was
hairless, making the contours of the muscles more defined, showing the areoles
around his nipples more prominently.
She trailed
her hand down over his taut abdomen and found the coarse black hair that
nestled his member. Even in rest, it was well shaped and not completely
flaccid. She wondered now about his hardness and size when it was aroused. She
couldn’t help feeling aroused herself by the prospect.
Her strong,
long legs intertwined with his and she could feel the strength in them. Her
mount rested against his thigh. Her breathing quickened.
She sighed
deeply and rested her head on his chest again, her hand resting lightly next to
her face on his chest. His strong arm encircled her back and shoulder and he
drew her closer in his sleep, a soft murmur escaped his lips, “In the morning.”
She smiled
and nestled close to him, enjoying the warmth and a protective feeling she had
never known before. Her eyes closed slowly, “In the morning…”
The End
FanFiction on Captain
Bialar Crais by GitonCrais, NC17
FanFiction on
Captain Bialar Crais