Dance the Night Away

Posted on Mon Jul 17th, 2023 @ 5:10pm by T'Zara Spel'eck & Syaffia

1,459 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Mission 4 - Like a Thunderbolt
Location: Promenade, Faltan Station

When she didn't need to dance Syaffia preferred to spend time with friends - which was what she had planned for the night, with someone she really was dying to get to know even better. She had it all planned out in her head; the only question was whether T'Zara would.

Clad in a shimmering red and gold dress that showed plenty of skin and left her shoulders bare the Argelian waited patiently for her companion to appear, seated in the Italian trattoria they'd agreed upon. She could feel eyes on her already and a few murmurs of how they recognized her and so on. To these people she merely smiled and waved; if anything she rather liked the attention.

T'Zara was dressed herself in a flowing purple dress, with pleats from the waist to the hem-it fell to her knees, a bit more proper than she was used to, but it was a gorgeous shade of purple, and she couldn't resist it. She garnered attention as she walked the Promenade-the graceful way that the dancer moved was odd for a Vulcan, though it wasn't odd for HER. She topped off the look with a fun hat, and some glittery earrings, as well as high heels in the same purple as her dress.

She found the trattoria they'd decided on, and entered. It only took her a moment to spot Syaffia across the room. She sailed across it, ignoring the whispers of the other patrons. Yes, she was *that* Vulcan. Yes, she was a dancer. What of it?! Smiling, she sat down, gently and carefully. "Hello," she greeted her friend.

Syaffia made no effort to conceal the fact that she was admiring her friend, dark brown eyes flickering over the Vulcan with amusement and possibly a little bit of want. "Looking good! Did you hear the guests when you walked in? I think they must be shocked to see you like this, don't you think? And possibly wishimg they were the lucky one sitting down with you to eat instead. What can I get you?" She asked, tone morphing from deliciously flirtatious to casual in an instant.

T'Zara nodded once. "Something strong," she said. "Yes, I heard them. Vulcans have excellent hearing," she said. "I choose to ignore them; I am not on duty and don't involve myself with the patrons outside of work. It gets too messy," she said. "I've seen it happen to other girls." She learned from them. "They'll take up with a Fleety, and then someone else will get jealous, or they'll get pregnant, and it's a mess." A mess she'd simply not bother with. "And the Quattro Formaggio risotto," she said. "Thank you."

"On the contrary I like doing a little exploring of my own." A smile played across Syaffia's full lips as she placed their orders and sent it off to the kitchen via the PADD at their table. "Remember the Caitian? L'Nari? We had a wonderful time together; I even got her to try on a crop top for the first time in her life. I'm betting she'll be wearing one next time we see her going shopping." The Argelian's lips parted in a soft, euphonic laugh. "It's the adventure that matters for me! I tread carefully, of course."

"See anyone that catches your eye, though? Starfleet or otherwise? Even if it's one of the other dancers. I'm sure Mel wouldn't much mind."

T'Zara shrugged. "Yes. You." She was Vulcan, after all, right?

Syaffia blinked, and stared at the Vulcan with a mix of amusement and shock. Their food arrived then; she managed to snap out of it long enough to thank their waitress for their food and send her on her way. "Well then. What about me catches your eye?" She smirked and leaned back in her chair, folding her arms under her generous bust.

"Your beauty and grace," the Vulcan replied. Why did other people get so deep about things? It was the one part of her that wasn't NOT Vulcan-she still had logic in everything she did. "Any person who doesn't see it is illogical," she said. "And I think there's more to you than your beauty. You truly care about people, and I think that's...nice." The Vulcan word for what she was actually meaning was very long and she didn't have a better one in Standard.

"Oh, T'Zara, you flatter me." Syaffia laughed again. "I'm so glad you think of me that way. I think you're beautiful, too." Her brown eyes gleamed as she focused on the Vulcan. "Well then. What would you like to do with this interest of yours?" She challenged, meeting her eyes. "I'm right here, after all."

T'Zara smiled. "I am not sure. The logical thing is to date for awhile, then we progress to sexual activity, and then marriage and children," she said.

"In the here and now, silly." Their food arrived then; Syaffia twirled her fork gracefully through the strands of spaghetti and slurped them up, intentionally making it look as sensual as possible, to tease her Vulcan friend, of course. "What do you want to do right now?"

T'Zara nodded. "Right now?" She was confused. She wanted to eat, of course. Why else would she be here? Still, she had a suspicion that that wasn't what Syaffia meant. Why couldn't everyone just say what they meant and meant what they said?!
"I want to see what happens. Here, with you." Is that the right thing to say?!

"Now that's what I was looking for. Come here." The next second Syaffia's face was an inch from the Vulcan's, and then their lips had made contact. The Argelian smelled of something heady and sweet, some kind of fruit from home, perhaps. Her hands found T'Zara's, and folded over them with her thumbs carressing her knuckles tenderly.

T'Zara found Syaffia's face in hers, and felt their lips brush. It was nice. But a bit alarming. "Ok," she said, simply. What else was there to say? "You smell nice."

"Thank you." Syaffia pulled away from the other, smiling. Perhaps a kiss was a bit too much for her Vulcan friend, at least for now. "Shall we take a walk once we're done? This station is a pretty big place. Or..." The Argelian's eyes gleamed. "We could retire to elsewhere more private. What do you think?"

T'Zara smiled lightly. "You're welcome." She ate a little as Syaffia went on. "Oh, a walk to someplace private would be nice," she said. "Did you have an activity in mind?" The Vulcan asked.

It hit her like a sack of bricks to the head. T'Zara was either oblivious to all the innuendos she was dropping, or making her work for her fun by pretending to be. Whatever the case was, she'd need to be direct, significantly more so. "We'll sit and talk, maybe kiss and touch each other a bit if the mood hits, or more, again if the mood hits. In somewhere private such as one of our quarters." After a brief pause she added, "I'm dying to know what your quarters are like, actually, if you don't mind having me."

T'Zara nodded. "You want to have sex. In my quarters." She paused for a moment. "I am agreeable to that," she said. "Let's plan to do that when our meal is finished," she said.

"Sounds good to me. I promise you'll have one of the best nights of your life. If there's anything we Argelians know how to do, it's have a good time." Syaffia grinned. "There's a shop on the promenade that sells good ice cream, if you're into that. Their chocolate is to die for..."

T'Zara nodded. "I can't eat chocolate but I will come along. I do like ice cream. Perhaps they have other flavors," she said. Chocolate made her not feel well. It wasn't an allergy, exactly. More like what the Humans called "lactose intolerance" but not for milk, just for chocolate and excessive coffee. She drank mostly tea, anyway. "It sounds like a good plan to me," she said.

Syaffia smiled and had the waiter take away their empty dishes before standing and offering T'Zara her hand to take. "I understand if holding hands isn't your thing. I understand Vulcans are telepathic through touch aren't they?" She said with a giggle. "I wouldn't want to mess that up."

T"Zara smiled. "We are, but the other person has to be receptive," she said. "Still, I'd rather not, if that's ok. The touch later is enough," she said. Vulcans shared a love of touch with their Deltan neighbors, but at least no one died when Vulcans touched them. T'Zara had always found it a little overwhelming.

 

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