Your Body Is a Battleground

[Lorna DeLaTour]

Lorna already found the rash-covered Hapan hot. What happened next only made her inwardly swoon even worse. Straightforwardness was a huge turn on for the doctor. It was so bloody refreshing to see attractive people like that. Locking the door to the medbay behind her, she stared at Saccard.

"Dinner first. You'll need some food to take with your medication."

Leading the way towards the exit, she continued as if it was the most natural conversation to have. "Then as your doctor, I prescribe at least a solid three hour of fucking." To be blatantly honest, most people would probably tire with the medication the Hapan was on, but based on the tests she had run and the vibe she got from Saccard, she believed that those three hours would be highly entertaining, and she was more than happy to share her load of entertainment. She was very interested in seeing Saccard out of that damn body glove.

"We'll fuck at your place. I have two pets and you don't need any further risks of allergies."

[Camile Saccard]

“Bon,” Camile agreed, as if the two had just made some very satisfactory business arrangement. Three hours of sleep would be more than enough, she thought, as she strode out of the office alongside Lorna. It had been a whim to proposition the doctor, and one that she had not expected to bear fruit. Her impression of the Alliance had been that they preferred to engage in a long, tedious courtship before sex was even discussed. Now, the captain wondered whether she could have been as forthright with other women aboard the station. Well, those handful of women who were remotely close to Hapan in appearance, a group that the good doctor fortunately fell into.

“Where shall we eat?” she asked, her mind already skipping beyond the dinner table to how Lorna herself would taste.

[Lorna DeLaTour]

Growing up with a half-Zeltron cousin had proved a challenge to Lorna, but it had also helped her cut to the chase. While Morgana had been busy wrapping everyone around her finger - and she did that very well, Lorna just went for it when she wanted it. And being half-Lorrdian helped her get a good sense of people, which had only increased when she pursued a medical career.

Of course, being upfront with Saccard's frank offer was way more enticing than getting into trouble for calling out her university professors out for being narrow-minded idiots.

"Let's go to the Broceliande Brasserie. It's small but their food is actually well-seasoned, and their service timely." She had had enough ration bars and cups of cold tea in the past few days. "Have you been there before?"

[Camile Saccard]

“No, never - but you have good taste, so I’m sure it will be fine,” she said, eyes forward and chin lifted, with a hint of a smile tugging at one corner of her mouth.

“Do you think they will be okay with my outfit?”

What Hapan society lacked in sexual anxiety they made up for a preoccupation with etiquette in other social engagements. Wearing the proper attire to dinner was something that Hapan socialite’s fretted over and though Camile was definitely not a socialite, she didn’t want to turn up to the restaurant only to be denied entrance.

[Lorna DeLaTour]

Lorna couldn't hide the grin that passed on her lips at Saccard's compliment about her tastes.

The Hapan's sudden question about her outfit caught her by surprise, and then she mentally scolded herself because of little she knew about Hapans and social etiquette.

"You will be fine. You manage to make a body glove and a rash look dapper."

She leaned closer to the other blonde for a moment. "And I will ask for one of the two private dining rooms anyway." She knew the owner well, as it was one of the few places where she splurged for cuisine to her liking, and she had helped refer their daughter to a good specialist for her health condition.

[Camile Saccard]

Nothing about the off-duty uniform combined with some obvious symptoms of the flu made Camile feel particularly dapper. However, the quick rake of Lorna’s eyes over her body, back in the examination room, and the grin that curved the doctor’s lips now went some way to reminding the captain that even when tired and rundown, most non-Hapan’s would consider her objectively attractive.

“Should we take a shuttle, or is it close enough to walk?”

[Lorna DeLaTour]

"They're doing some work at the moment near the Brasserie, so walking will be easier. It should only be ten minutes."

Lorna didn't say much as she led the way towards the eatery, although her mind was definitely running over the dessert menu already. That only made her more hungry, including for actual food.

As they reached the place, Lorna held the door for Saccard, and then waved at Mr. Danterak, the owner. He greeted both of them warmly and asked one of the waitresses to lead both blondes to one of the small private dining room.

Once they were alone, Lorna didn't think about taking her seat though and grabbed at Saccard's jacket to pull her close, her lips crashing against the Hapan's. She might wait for dessert but it didn't mean she wouldn't miss on an appetizer.

[Camile Saccard]

The short walk to the brasserie had given time enough for tension to build between the two of them. The moment the door to the private booth shut behind them, that tension had exploded. Hands at Lorna’s hips to pull her closer, their bodies flush against one another, Camile realised just how long it was since she'd been this close to another woman. The other blonde wasn’t Hapan, but the curves of her body suggested otherwise.

“Do you do this kind of thing often?” she asked, between hungry kisses.

[Lorna DeLaTour]

It had been way too long since Lorna had found herself in such a situation. Getting to touch the Hapan in a non-professional way was a promise of hot and spicy heavens and she loved it. She would have bowed at the other blonde's skills at actually saying something in between kisses.

Pressing herself against her, hands working their way up to lock behind the Hapan's neck, she managed to reply, but it took a lot of willpower.

"Not in a very long time," she half-purred, half-panted.

"Would you like..." The waitress stopped on her tracks and looked down. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

[Camile Saccard]

Camile had only moments ago pushed Lorna back against the wall of the booth - one hand tangled in her hair and the other between her thighs - when the voice of the waitress sounded behind her. Her hand tightening into a fist in Lorna’s blonde hair, the captain turned and shot a glare at the waitress that said: don’t you people knock?! It was the kind of look that officers serving beneath Camile would have known all to well.

“Two of the special," she said, somewhat breathless and her accent a little thicker in her irritation, "with sides of whatever the chef recommends.”

The waitress nodded and edged backwards, appearing to not know where to look as she excused herself.

[Lorna DeLaTour]

Aggressively making out in the private booth of the Broceliande Brasserie hadn't been on Lorna's bucket list, but maybe it should have. Even sick, Saccard's energy was potent and she loved it. And not scaring a sex partner was also very intoxicating. Lorna was often mistaken for a sweet and placid woman, and had bothered quite a few obnoxious lovers in the past. Though the annoyance had been mutual most of the time.

When Saccard responded to the distressed waitress, Lorna nibbled at the Hapan's ear. "You have good tastes too." Part of her was slightly amused by the whole mess.

But most important, she used the fact that the Hapan was glaring at the disappearing waitress, so she could push back against her, and drive her to the nearby seat, landing on her lap in the process, and picking up where they had left moments ago.

[Camile Saccard]

Hitting the chair knocked a little air out of Camile, who grinned as Lorna sat straddled over her. She ran her hands up the other woman’s sides, admiring the rarity that was non-Hapan beauty.

“You know, I feel better already.”

[Lorna DeLaTour]

Lorna had a hard time imagining how Saccard might look without the rash and in fully good health. It was unfair that Hapans had such good genes, but she was very happy to have a very close inspection of the gorgeous specimen she was currently straddling.

"Good. That means the treatment is working," she teased, before kissing and nibbling on the Hapan's neck. Although she probably hit some rash spots underneath the woman's clothes, for their making out was a testimony to the deep hunger they had for each other, she at least tried to be semi-careful with what skin she could actually see.

As she heard a knock, she called out for the waitress to come in. The other woman placed a large tray of appetizers as well as their drinks and almost ran off.

In between a few other kisses, Lorna looked very seriously at the Hapan. "You need to eat. And not just me."

[Camile Saccard]

Reaching around the woman in her lap, Camile plucked something from the tray of appetizers. Lorna was a fantastic distraction and her touch was almost enough to make the captain forget about the irritating itch of her skin.

“Must you be so practical?”

[Lorna DeLaTour]

Lorna's hands trailed from Saccard's neck to her shoulders, and she nodded to the question.

"Right now, I must indeed."

Snatching an appetizer from the tray, she didn't move from the Hapan's lap though. She grinned at her after eating the food bite.

"This is what you get for fucking your doctor."

[Camile Saccard]

“But you’re off duty-”

There was a pair of quick knocks at the booth entrance.

“Enter,” Camile called. The waitress had returned with one of her colleagues in tow, the two of them carrying rather opulent looking trays of food. Evidently, they wanted to serve the two women their dinners as soon as possible. Camile watched with wry amusement as the two waitresses tried to navigate about the table without looking in her direction.

“I think they are scared of us,” she said, as the pair shuffled out of the booth without so much as a word to inquire about whether Lorna and Camile were enjoying their meals.

[Lorna DeLaTour]

Lorna had no opportunity to place any retort to Camile's observation. Also, the Hapan's naturally commanding tone stirred something deep in the doctor. She found it irresistibly hot. Even with her skin rash, not only was she gorgeous, but the way she carried herself was enticing. Lorna hated doormats, and Saccard was definitely not one. Hell, she would even let her take over, should it go there. She would unlikely be that compliant, but she couldn't help daydreaming about the military as the trays of food were placed in their booth. Frankly, she was way more focused on dessert right then and there.

She realized Saccard had said something about the waiters, and she laughed. "Better be scary than trampled over," she mused, reaching out to fetch another appetizer, trying to focus on the food for now, which was going to be difficult; but she had meant it when she had said the Hapan should eat.