After the Briefing

Posted on Sun Feb 16th, 2020 @ 9:27am by Lieutenant JG Kara Quinn-Chaim & Lieutenant JG Tomer Chaim

1,041 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Mission 3: Diplomacy, what’s that?
Location: Corridors

{ON}

Tomer loved his wife but he was not thrilled with her at the moment. More of his anger was directed at his Bolian superior for even suggesting that his wife should go on this mission. He promised to keep her safe and space out here was already sketchy. If he could put her in a transparent aluminum bubble, he very well might, as long as he had a way in for conjugal visits.

He snickered to himself before looking at his wife and asking, "So, when were you planning on going on maternity leave?"

Kara gave her husband a smile. "Unless there's a medical problem, I really don't need to go onto maternity leave until I'm eight months. Given that this is a hybrid baby and the gestation period for Humans is nine months, I may have to drop my duties back during my seventh month but we'll see how it goes and what the doctor thinks." She gave Tomer a curious look. "Are you still mad at me?"

Tomer sighed and shook his head. "It is hard to stay mad at you, Spots. I just wish that I could wrap you up so that nobody else could get to you or our future Captain."

Kara smiled as she gently reached out her hand and placed it on her husband's cheek. "I promise you that I will never put myself or our baby at risk! This baby means the universe to me, just as you already do. Besides I'm not going anywhere without you."

"As much as I would find that pleasurable, that's really not possible. We do work in separate departments." He leaned in and kissed one of the spots on Kara's neck. "I still appreciate the thought. I just don't see why you're necessary for this mission."

“For starters I’m Chief Counsellor, part of my job is being an advisor and I’m also an empath. Hence why I was chosen, I can give insights no one else can.” She gave Tomer an understanding look. “Plus you are going to be there to protect me.”

"Oh, you have insides like no one else," Tomer told his wife with a low, lustful tone, while making a play on the word "insights." He then puffed like a peacock and said, "Damn straight that I'm going to be there to protect you."

Kara grinned. "I do like the way you do that, and my insides are all yours anytime you want them!"

"Now, now," Tomer mock scolded his wife. "We can't have them ANYTIME I want. If that were the case, we would both likely be brought up on charges of conduct unbecoming an officer. We can't have that for our little bundle of joy, can we?"

"Of course not!" Kara pulled a shocked face before grinning. "Besides what fun is sneaking into storage cupboards and quiet places for romantic rendezvous?"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Tomer asked his wife as they just walked past a storage closet.

Grace grinned. "Always!" She smiled a wry smile.

Tomer opened the closet and flattened himself against the wall while dragging his pregnant wife in. The fit was tight, but somehow, he knew that they would make it work. In a hurried voice, he said, "Close that before anyone sees!"

Sliding the door closed behind them Grace smiled a wry smile as wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. "It's a good job I chose to wear my maternity dress instead of my uniform isn't it?" She dropped her arms and wriggled herself free of her underwear to make their naughty romantic interlude easier.

"Always thinking ahead you are," he sighed pleasantly and greedily as he unfastened his trousers. "Glad that you're the brains of this outfit."

"Oh I'm anything but the brains!" She smiled before kissing him passionately, running her hands through his hair as she did so.

"I may have two heads, but I can only think with one," he replied between gasping breaths. "Besides, I know that woman smarter!"

"Well right now...you need to think of how we're going to make this work!" She grinned.

"Hm," Tomer mused. He looked at his wife, who was right now a good deal bulkier than normal and five inches smaller than himself. Insertion would be an issue. Either he needed to shrink or he had to raise her in this narrow space. Hastily, he looked around and found some pails. He placed two on the ground, bottom side up. "Climb up onto these while I get behind you.... This might work...."

Kara grinned as she looked at Tomer before carefully doing as he asked. They’d had fun before but being pregnant made having this kind of naughty fun a whole lot more tricky. Not that she was going to refuse.

Tomer offered his hand to Kara to help steady her onto the pails. "Don't worry. I'll keep holding onto you."

"I know" She smiled as she turned her head to look at him. "This is so much fun! Just like old times. Just don't let me make too much noise or anyone passing will know what we're in here."

"Shall I stuff one of these rags in your mouth?" he asked, pulling a cloth from one of the shelves as he negotiated Kara's backside with his other hand.

“Seriously!? I don’t make that much noise...do I?” She looked at him curiously.

"It depends," Tomer replied with a happy shrug. "But, it was your concern. I was just offering...help!" His hand slid under Kara's shirt and caressed her breast.

Kara sighed with pleasure and contentment. “Mmmm you always know just what I like!”

"I thought that was just me," Tomer replied as he continued to tease his wife.

"Ohhh Tomer!!" Kara sighed as she reached a hand behind her and ran it through his hair.

"Yes?" he asked innocently, as his second hand pinched Kara's behind and then rose up under her shirt to her other breast. "Do you need something, dear?"

"Ohhh you know what I want!" She encouraged him in every way she knew.

"Far be it from me to deprive you...." The grin in Tomer's voice was evident as he fulfilled his wife's desires.

{OFF}

 

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