The First Embrace Of Escape

Posted on Mon Aug 17th, 2026 @ 3:17am by Ensign Azrael Vaux & Ensign Fiona McCarthy
Edited on on Mon Aug 17th, 2026 @ 3:19am

1,627 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Die Hard: Chimera Edition (side posts)
Location: Azrael's Quarters

Dinner had been wonderful, just as Michelle had promised, but her current availability in alcohol had been... Lacking. The conversation over dinner had been minimal, but that just meant that they had finished it faster and thus made the trip back to his quarters in more rapid time than he'd anticipated. Thankfully he was a rather neat and organized person, so there wouldn't be anything embarrassing in his quarters, like underwear and socks on the ground. He opened the door and stepped in, gesturing her to follow, "I'm sure you're not going to turn me in to security, not that the Lieutenant there would do anything about it, so make yourself at home while I grab the bottle. I keep it out of the way for form's sake." He started for his bedroom.

Fiona thought about his question about turning him in. She had thought about it, and then ruled out the idea in her mind. She would never get the good stuff if she did. "Depends on how good it is." Fiona said, with a teasing smirk on her face as she walked into his room. "It's functional." She stated, as she looked around the room. She was impressed with the layout. It was not easy for her to be impressed.

As she looked around, she noticed he had a few memento's lying around. His room was like hers, very organized. Not to her level of detail, but close enough for her to be impressed. "Your room tells a story." She said, as he touched one of his memento's wondering if he would share the story with her.

"I'm an archaeology and anthropology specialist, which goes along with my science general knowledge." Azrael remarked as he returned with a metal bottle that sloshed with a liquid inside, along with a pair of shot glasses, "That is an Omzali good luck statue," He saw the five spiral creation he'd picked up from one dig, "They may be a dead species, but documentation that was recovered says they believed the circular motion condensed the luck out of the air and held it until a breath of wind released it." He set the shot glasses down and opened the bottle, taking a sniff of it before pouring the glasses full, "It was the only intact piece at the dig site."

She was fascinated by his story. She had one question, going over and over again in his mind. "How did it come into your possession, I would have assumed your Captain would have wanted it for themself." Fiona said, as she heard a bottle open up. This caused her to turn around. She grinned at him, as she started to walk towards him.

"It was an Academy class trip, we spent three months on the Newton for it, I was the one who made the discovery, so after all the holos were taken of it, I got the option of keeping it." Izzy smiled in memory. Junior year, there had been that Betazoid girl... Whatshername, Avelia? Pity, she'd squealed so cutely. Good luck indeed. "Omzach is a good place for budding archaeologists, everything is already documented, which makes the artifact neat, but not something to go in a museum anymore." He handed her one of the shot glasses, "This stuff is rather strong, so beware."

"Finally a real drink." Fiona said, as she slide right next to him, getting close to him. Her demeanor was friendly, but yet a little reserved, despite the aggressive stance. She was teasing him again, but this time in his room. She placed one hand on the glass, as she looked into his eyes. "You got the girl in your room, and offered her a drink." She said, teasing him and dangling herself like bait, trying to get him to react to her aggressive stance.

He turned to her, raising his glass as he looked down at her, placing a hand lightly on her the side of her free arm, "Now I just have to get her to drink it." He downed the shot in one gulp, then considered the flavor of it for a moment, "Subtle hint of the cherry, very subtle. Try it, let me know what you think?" There was a light in his eyes, as if the spark of something had just lit off.

"Computer we need some music, play Phil Collin, in the air tonight volume low." Fiona said, as she grabbed the glass, as she pulled him close, and started to slow dance with him, but it was more like a slow grind of a dance. She looked into his eyes as she sipped the drink, the burst of flavor poured out of glass and assaulted her taste buds. The sweet taste went down smoothly. "Nicely done Vaux." Fiona said, as they grinded slowly and extremely close. Their lips so close, she was teasing him, and daring him to kiss her.

His arms had gone over her shoulders, with how close she was to him there was just no place else for them to go as they danced up next to each other, "And here you said that you wanted to come here for just a drink." He said very softly as he closed the distance between their lips slowly, hesitating for just a pair of seconds when they were mere millimeters apart, making her wait for what she was clearly asking for, then closing the remaining distance to kiss her.

After he withdrew slightly, she quickly placed her drink on her lips and teased him with a small sip from her drink, then she took her glass and took another soothing cherry flavored whiskey. Her eyes were practically yelling at him. Her smile was saying more than her words were at this very moment. "It's a good drink." Fiona seductively said, as she took another small sip before placing it on his lips.

This time he closed the remaining distance quickly, kissing her fiercely, even while maintaining the rhythm of the dance. His arms moved from where they were at down to the small of her back, pressing her up and towards him with measured strength , keeping just the right amount of pressure as his tongue slipped between her lips for a French kiss. That good luck statue must be working overtime.

She pulled away briefly as she managed to say. "Computer play McCarthy Playlist one." Fiona called out, as she grabbed his shirt, and started to kiss him again, but this time she put down the glass that was in her hand. As the song ended, a new song started to play by a musical group called Starship and the song was, nothing going to stop us now.

There bodies danced flawlessly with the music, as they embraced each other. There kiss was passionate and slow, and deeply caught up in a trance. There French kiss transcended the moment, her hands grabbed his back, as she kept him close, smelling his cologne. His very touch was stimulating all of her hormones. Her breathing become a little heavy.

One hand of his went further down, cupping her butt, then down a few more inches and pressed a pressure point that if it worked and yes… He moaned slightly into their kiss as her leg moved up and naturally clamped around him, a similar move with his other hand and he supported her whole weight as they never broke their kiss. They didn’t go very far, he moved to the couch and and as he sat down, made sure her legs weren’t caught beneath him, leaving her straddling him as his hands held her in place.

The next song started to play, it was by Chicago and the song was You're the inspiration. She straddled his legs, as he kissed her neck, as his hands were on her backside of her tight firm ass. She started to kiss his neck, as his hands gripped tighter. His moans were very intoxicating. "I swear to god if you use me, I am going to cut off your dick." She said, as she stared at his eyes, as desperation poured through. She was vulnerable, and she hated this feeling. If he said the right word, he would get lucky, but if he was honest and would not respect her if they went all the way, she was slam on the breaks with her hormones. She hated the fact, she gave the choice to him. It was exciting and scary. She had no idea, how he would react.

Azrael understood the words she was saying, his eyes locked on hers as his hands released her backside and slid around her thighs to rest against her stomach. Despite the feelings in the air, the lust that was palpable, she was just wanting to confirm he could be trusted, eye contact was important to this, he knew, “You are in safe hands, safe heart, safe place.” He said softly, his voice giving meaning beyond the words. Yes, he would respect her after, even if this were a one time thing. His hands ran up the front of her uniform jacket and began to unseal it.

"To hell with it, my threat is real." She said, as she started to unzip her jacket. She could not get out of the jacket fast enough. Her hands grabbed his, as she guided him towards her jacket, she wanted him to pull it off. The lips met with fiery rage of passion, as she poured every once of being into that kiss.

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