Lieutenant JG Amelia Semara - It's a Date

[Max]

(( Main Engineering, Deck 12, USS Khitomer - Mobile Medical Site ))

What was a bit of skin between friends? Amelia never understood the hangups most species had about bodies and their various components.  Like most Betazoids, she found the celebration of and interest in the physical form perfectly normal, natural, and unremarkable.  No wonder she didn't even give a second thought to allowing the injection in front of the whole of engineering until her friend said something.

Oops.

Not that she was against attracting a little attention.  With so much of the ship seemingly coupled up, it usually wasn't appropriate to indulge her own perfectly normal, natural and unremarkable interest in the more-attractive-than-average Starfleet officers around her.

Harford: The only eyes that I noticed affixed to your posterior were my own. I will say, however, that it is impossible not to note the distinct lack of pigment variation between your flank and your forearm.

The trend, it seemed, was going to continue.  Oh well.  Betazoids had plenty of tricks to deal with that particular lack.

Semara: :: Unserious disappointment :: And just when I thought I might'a had a shot at slippin' someone my number... :: A big, musical laugh, then settling with a sigh. ::  Want me to order Richard over?  I have a feelin' you might have to send Othin after 'im otherwise...

Harford: Not to worry, I grabbed him on his way out a few moments ago.

Right.  Amelia had dismissed him.

Semara: Oh, thanks for doin' that.  I... wasn't thinkin' 'bout it just a moment ago.

Amelia smiled, grateful for the power her friend had to help her so quickly move past the discussion that just happened before.  The corners of her eyes creased, feeling another cautious whisper of something in Alix slither by.

Harford: Before I forget, the implant you’ve just received can be remote monitored by Medical Department personnel with access. It will allow us to adjust your dosage in real time and also account for your unique metabolism and telepathy. That does mean that you’ll be receiving a tad bit higher dose than you have in the past, so if you experience any concerning symptoms or have questions, let myself or Dr. Ohnari know immediately.

There was the distinct sense the words she'd spoken weren't what was on Alix's mind.  They held a certain mechanism of just doing their job.  Amelia nodded, understanding.

Semara: Got it.  Guess I'd rather have a tailored dose than gettin' too much.  I'll let you know if I notice anything off.

Amelia shifted just a little closer, waiting a moment to see if there was more to it.  Her dark eyes flit off in the direction of engineering, noticing the number of crewmen down here that the doctor still needed to attend to.  Alix made a familiar stretch and flex of the hands and neck, the same kind Amelia might have performed under pressure.

Semara: Anything else I can do, Doctor?

Harford: I have to get back to it and I’m sure you’re needed elsewhere as well. Can we grab dinner just the two of us when this is all over?

Amelia softened and smiled.

Semara: 'Course.  Soon as we're done with this nebula, I'm all yours.

Harford: It’s a date- wait- uh- not like that, I just mean- ::interrupted::

Musical giggling rang out and stopped the stammering.  Amelia beamed, and put a hand softly on Alix's shoulder.

Semara: I know exactly what you mean, Alix.  :: Her hand fell and grasped Alix's hand and gave it a quick, light squeeze. :: Friends, remember?

And, as friends, there was clarity and understanding between them.  She hoped the brief contact would remind Alix of that lunch back on DS33, and help her see Amelia was on the same page.

It was Amelia's fault for teasing her friend, really.  She'd have to explain some day that it was part of her Betazoid humorous repertoire to pun on emotions, or to imagine a world where feelings were grossly mis-interpreted as meaning something they very obviously did not.

Harford: ::nodding:: Yes, exactly. ::pause:: Be well, Amelia.

Semara: You too.  :: A bright, friendly smile. :: See you soon.

The doctor was right.  There was a lot to do, so Amelia's feet whisked her off to the lab to get back to Ras and Richard.

NT / END

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Lieutenant Junior Grade Amelia Magnolia Semara

Science Officer - Special Projects

USS Khitomer - NCC-62400

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