Ensign Meris - Finger-Licking Fascination
Meris/Brian
(( Molly Malone’s Irish Pub – First Promenade, Deck 225, Deep Space 224 ))
Meris had barely stepped inside Molly Malone’s when they spotted a familiar face seated at the bar. It was the same officer they’d seen earlier - speaking with the strikingly beautiful Kantare woman in Elysium. They approached the bar and gestured toward the empty stool beside the woman.
Meris: Pardon me. May I sit here?
The officer turned at the sound of Meris’ voice.
Storm: Of course. Are you from the Artemis?
Meris nodded and sat down somewhat awkwardly on the stool.
Meris: I am Ensign Meris. Helmsperson for the Artemis. May I inquire as to your name?
A server approached and placed a plate in front of the officer. Meris’ eyes widened slightly at the sight - and smell - of ten golden-brown meat sticks arranged appealingly on the plate, surrounded by colorful dipping sauces that released a pungent, savory aroma.
oO Even at the Academy, I have never encountered a scent quite like this. Oo
Storm: I thought you were from the Artemis. Were you at the Elysium earlier today? And I’m Lieutenant Storm.
Meris nodded again, their mouth beginning to water as the scent intensified.
Meris: ::licking lips:: A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Storm. May I inquire as to what you have ordered, Lieutenant?
Lieutenant Storm pointed at the plate before her.
Meris nodded once more, eyes intent.
Storm: These? These are chicken wings. ::taking a whiff:: Don’t they smell amazing?
Meris: They smell most appealing.
Storm nudged the plate slightly toward Meris, inviting them to take in the aroma more fully. In the motion, a bit of sauce ended up on her finger - and Meris watched with rapt attention as the woman brought the digit to her mouth and slowly licked it clean. Storm sighed softly with apparent satisfaction.
oO Fascinating. That gesture... was quite... sensual. Oo
Meris: ::licks lips:: That gives you a great deal of pleasure.
The J’naii was tempted - just for a moment - to mimic the gesture, to dip their own finger into the sauce and experience it in the same way. But something about that seemed far too forward without an invitation.
oO Temptation is rarely so direct. Best to observe first. Oo
Storm spoke again, pulling Meris back from their thoughts.
Storm: When I reported aboard to the captain earlier today, she told me I had to have the wings at Molly Malone's, so I decided to see what all the fuss was about.
Meris quirked an eyebrow.
Meris: That is most curious. The Captain made a similar suggestion to me. ::speculatively:: Perhaps Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie is a silent partner in the Molly Malone's enterprise.
Storm: Would you like to share these with me? I’m not sure I can eat all of them myself, anyway.
Meris: ::surprised:: May I? You would not object to sharing your chicken’s wings with me?
Storm: Response.
The corner of Meris’ mouth twitched in appreciation, and they shifted focus toward the wings. They extended a finger and firmly poked at one - causing it to roll and skitter a few inches across the bar. Undeterred, Meris drew their now sauce-covered finger to their mouth and tasted it just as Alex Storm had earlier.
The flavor exploded in their mouth instantly: tangy, spicy, smoky, and warm. Their eyes fluttered shut, and a soft moan escaped their lips.
Meris: ::eyelids fluttering:: Lieutenant Storm, your meat sticks are most delicious...
Storm: Response.
(( Tags / TBC ))
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Ensign Meris
Helm Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240207M14