[[BACKSIM]] Lt. JG T’Fearne - Momentum Interruptus
Teayl Thorn
((OOC: This sim picks up and continues the date between Tess and T’Fearne from shoreleave at The Farm, Endicronimas V. A continuation of sims Overdue Ketchup [1], Relish the Opportunity [2], Mustard the Courage [3], and Vegemite be Falling For You [4].))
((OOC: Last time on - Vegemite be Falling For You…))
((Poolside Dinning, the Farm, Endicronimas V))
With soft butterflies fluttering in her ribcage, T’Fearne extended her hand, palm up, open and unguarded, and waited to see what he would do. He reached out, palm faced downwards, and their hands touched. He curled his fingers inward, pulling hers into a similar mirrored shape.
Evinrude: T'Fearne, on Proxima Sigma...when we kissed...the first time was just to blend in. I know you knew that. ::He found his breath, finally, and his voice grew more confident.:: The second time was personal. For me. I was afraid I'd overstepped! ::A little awkward laugh punctuated that last line, but he kept holding her hand.::
She drew in a deep breath, steadying herself.
T'Fearne: I appreciate that. You didn’t overstep. I—::quiet exhale:: There isn’t quite the right word in Federation Standard for how I feel for you, Tess. ::small shake of her head:: I’m attracted to you—beyond what’s appropriate for casual friends or colleagues. ::not looking away:: It’s no secret I’m half Betazoid. I only sense emotions sometimes, not thoughts. And what I feel from you makes me believe the feeling might be mutual. If I’m mistaken—if you don’t feel the same—I will never mention this again.
The space between them felt suddenly charged, alive, as though the evening itself had paused to listen. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
Evinrude: The feeling is profoundly mutual. ::He smiled softly.:: And now you have the words to match my undoubtedly runaway emotions…
((OOC: The continuation...))
((Poolside Dining, The Farm, Endicronimas V))
Night had settled fully now, the Farm’s sky drawn into deep indigo, the air cool and alive with the distant hum of unfamiliar insects and the gentle lap of water against the pool’s edge.
T’Fearne felt as though a low-grade electrical charge was running across her skin, emanating from where their clasped hands met. Tess’s larger hand had slid over hers and clasped them together, accepting her offer of intimate touch. Though she thought perhaps he wouldn’t know what it meant to a Vulcanoid.
His words confirmed what she felt from him and rang with sincerity.
Despite the difficulty. Despite the danger. Despite the sacrifice of duty Starfleet demanded. She wanted something with Tess. Wanted to see where their connection might lead. Life had taught her it could be cruel and unexpectedly short, but also astonishingly full of wonder. She would not wait for maybe or one day to go after what—who she wanted.
Tess was here—now—she could feel his heartbeat, strong and slightly erratic, through their joined palms.
She was acutely aware of the space between them—how little of it remained.
T'Fearne: ::eyes dark with emotion:: Tess…
Their moment was interrupted by the arrival of a server at their secluded table, bearing a slim crystal tablet, its surface glowed softly in the twilight. A charmingly antiquated form of ordering food in the 25th century. Entirely unnecessary, and therefore fashionable and preferred among fine-dining clientele.
Reluctantly, she released Tess’s hand—for the moment—turning to face the server.
Server: Good evening, ma’am and sir. May I start you with drinks? Would you like to order, or would you prefer a few more minutes?
oO Some privacy? Oo
T'Fearne: Good evening, I’ll have a Betazoid Sunset, the Opaline Sea-Drake Medallions, ::glancing at Tess with a hint of amusement:: and the Zero-G Chocolate Foam.
She’d noticed his drink earlier, and unless she wanted to consume five beverages to his one, she would have to resort to chocolate to keep them even. It was only fair to match his social lubrication.
The server nodded approvingly and turned to Tess.
Evinrude: Response
Server: Excellent choices. Your drinks and meals will arrive shortly.
The server disappeared as swiftly and silently as they had appeared.
She caught Tess’s emerald gaze again, and her lips parted to ask a question—what question, she wasn’t quite sure. Any question would do. She was saved momentarily by the efficiency of the establishment's service. True to the server's word, their drinks arrived swiftly.
A server placed two drinks in front of them.
Tess’s looked and smelled…interesting.
T’Fearne’s glowed softly in a clear fluted glass, as if the last light of sunset had been captured and poured into it.
She lifted her glass and tapped it lightly against Tess’s offered one—an old human gesture she’d learned at the Academy. Something about sharing poison, she thought.
T'Fearne: What shall we declare these libations to?
Evinrude: Response
That sounded like a very good sentiment. The grin slipped freely onto her lips, no need to suppress her feelings here, not with Tess.
T'Fearne: ::adding to his sentiment, in Betazoid:: Talora imzaa veshara, shai’lin shalara eneth virem1.
She sipped her sunset as the glow bloomed and began to fade. It was an excellent Betazoid Sunset, with a subtle twist she suspected was local to the Farm—something she couldn’t quite identify. The sparkling rose-nectar wine, the blood-orange essence, and a drop of glowing starlime came together in a euphoric harmony of flavour, colour, and scent.
Evinrude: Response
[Tags / TBC]
((OOC: Talora imzaa veshara, shai’lin shalara eneth virem1 - Betazoid - To open hearts, and to paths walked together.))
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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