Cold & Southern Comfort

Posted on Wed Dec 19th, 2018 @ 5:35pm by Captain Mrazak & Lieutenant Nevada McKay M.D.

2,519 words; about a 13 minute read

Mission: S1E2: Half Past Dead
Location: USS Phantom
Timeline: MD 3 | 0300

This mission hurt. Mrazak had been so blind. He could see that now. So many people had objected to his mission plan, yet he had brooked no argument. His singular focus on getting the big one turned him myopic. As important as field data and even a live sample on the Clock Makers were, he could not deny that his shortsightedness had led him into one trap after another.

Any victory to be had was a Pyrrhic one to be sure.

What contaminated personnel who hadn't died were cryogenically frozen in the Vault below. While on mission, Mrazak kept a stiff upper lip, but all of the angry, blame-heavy glares were impossible to ignore.

One person didn't show signs of overtly resenting him for his choices. He visited her quarters late in the night while all but the few Gamma shift personnel gave Ferrofax company as they babysat the ship's course back to the Badlands.

Mrazak only briefly considered that he would be disturbing her. The turmoil he felt made any potential inconvenience seem unimportant. What was the worst she could do? Turn him away in the same spirit as all the rest.

Discreetly ringing the chime, Mrazak stood outside Nevada's quarters hoping that would not be the case.

The human female had Quietly retired to her Quarters after the incident, her mind processing the events that had taken place. Her knee's had been pulled close to her chest as she stared blankly at the wall. She'd had close calls before but nothing had ever brought her this close to death. The Chime shook her from her trance like stupor. "E..enter," she called out softly her voice trembling despite her attempt to calm her voice.

When the doors parted, Mrazak practically burst inside. "Lieutenant," he said. "You're still up." Looking at her posture, it was clear she was upset. "I can't sleep either. Perhaps you could use some company. I..." He trailed off for a moment. "I know I could."

"I...Don't know how well of company I'll make, but I won't turn you away," she nodded slowly her deep Terra brown eyes locking on him. "I've...never been that close to Death commander."

"I have," Mrazak said glibly. His eyes mirrored her vacant stare though for different reasons. "But not like this. Kiril says the others may pull through. Somehow, that doesn't seem to make it any better."

The sight of Ciara Odette being slowly devoured flashed before his eyes. With it came the reminder that it could have been him. Mrazak shuddered. The survivor's guilt began to burn its familiar scent in his mind.

"Everyone else has daggers for me. Blames my orders." He stared back into her warm brown eyes. "You don't seem to. Why is that?"

"You saved me from the chopping block...figuratively...Gave me a chance when everyone else saw a deranged Supporter of S31," she shook her head slowly. "Sure...your unorthodox for a vulcan...but as a CO? I've had worse..." she shuddered. "At Least you're On the lines with us."

There it was. Mrazak had focused so hard on the Administrator role that Admiral Nyel had given to Commander ben-Avram just to spite him that he hadn't fully appreciated the opportunity he held as Field Team Leader. "Thank you." As he regarded her posture, he thought back to the recent briefing. "I'm sorry for the transporter mishap during the mission briefing back on Overwatch."

The mishap which had given him an eyefull.

"its...fine," she sighed softly. "Its...honestly not the first time I've been naked in front of a group of people," she chuckled nervously, a heavy blush filling her cheeks.

Mrazak found himself chuckling along with her. In light of recent events, it felt good. Maybe a little wrong, but good nonetheless. Her laughter went a ways to assuage his troubled mind. "That is a terrible habit to form," he said with a teasing smile.

"Well...I had an interesting early adult life...not exactly Doctor's material," she snickered. "Red light districts are easy to make rent in after all."

Mrazak blinked. "I'm sorry. I had no idea..."

Nevada shrugged and laughed. "Hey we all had our wild years right?" she smiled relaxing a bit now. "Stripping isn't whoring," she winked.

"Indeed." Mrazak grinned again. "You are a singular woman, Lieutenant." His eyes drifted away from hers to the contours below. After the wayward glance, he forced his eyes back to her face. "I find myself enjoying your company more and more."

Nevada flinched at that, but didn't skip a beat. "I'll be honest with you sir...you're only person here who's taken the time to talk to me, aside from interrogating me," she said trying to subtly dance around the same sentiment.

"That's a shame," Mrazak said. And he meant it. A brilliant mind. A beautiful face. A passion and drive to succeed. She had it all. "Memory Theta isn't the best place to cultivate relationships, though. Due to the nature of our work, even those who make it out alive don't always survive." He tapped his temple. "Not in here where it counts." It was then that Mrazak realized something else. "Most people think that of me. That I've seen one cosmic horror too many. So many look on me in fear like I'm one step away from snapping or in pity like I'm already fit for the psych ward. But you don't have either look in your eye." Mrazak fought back an emotional tremble. Every Vulcan carried a rage inside, and rather than neuter himself with Logic, Mrazak pursued the joy and passion of his life's work. His calling. His purpose. Stripped of that professional context, his emotions could do nothing but simmer to the forefront. "Why?"

"Because I'm not one to judge," she shrugged. "Sure you're not a perfect Vulcan, but to be honest," she sighed. "I don't like the typical Superior air most of Starfleet officers." she frowned. "Its nice to finally...and pardon my vernacular, have someone in charge who feels human...rather then some Pixel perfect hologram stand-in."

Mrazak stared at Nevada for a moment, weighing her words with a smirk. Soon he broke into a chuckle which turned into a throaty laugh. "That is not the first time I've been compared to a human. As a V'tosh Katur--Vulcan Without Logic--it probably won't be the last." His grin took on a warmth unfamiliar to his usual disposition. "But the way you put it? It sounds rather complimentary. I... could get used to it." He looked around her quarters. "I'm not going to lie, McKay. I was hoping you had something to drink."

"Martian Absinthe, Saurian brandy, Jovian wine," she hummed off. "plus what ever the Below decks still this ship must be running is churning out," she hummed. "Doctors privileges after all."

The sheer list of options was surprising but welcome. Mrazak arched his eyebrows, thoroughly impressed. "Surprise me."

"Jovian wine straight from the Hydroponics labs of Callisto," She said slipping off her bed, her uniform as disheveled as she'd kept it on. "Nothing too rough, nothing too pussy, Just the right amount of true alcohol," She mused as she sauntered her way back to the bed carrying two simple glasses and bottle of an odd Glimmering liquid.

Mrazak grinned against at her enthusiastic description. "Can't say as I've had it before. I could do with something to help me forget the past 24 hours."

"wanting to Forget, you'd probably want the absinthe," Nevada snickered. "this just helps take the edge off."

"Good enough," Mrazak said as he accepted the glass of amber liquid. Dry and smooth, it went down with a tingle in his throat. He quickly downed the whole thing. A warmth spread from his middle outward tp his extremities. When it reached his head, Mrazak indeed felt the edge to his nerves begin to melt away. "Oh, yes," he said, eyes closed to savor the relief. "That hit the spot. Thank you."

Nevada on the other hand took her time with her glass, savoring the Slightly metallic looking Wines subtle notes that burned their way down. "Of course, always happy to ups sell Callistinian Wine, I for one find it better the Romulan ale," she said taking a long sip.

Mrazak started to laugh. "Been called a Romulan before too!"

Once his laughter bubbled up, it was hard to stop. In truth it felt good. When they'd weighed anchor and outraced the supernova in Abadar's Gate, Mrazak had felt as though he'd never laugh again.

"I don't know if I should have any more," he admitted with a giddy smirk. "If it's already going to my head, then my judgment could be impaired."

"I think your Second would say its always impaired...so whats the harm in taking a few more sips," she laughed with him.

"Because I might do something I can't take back." Palpable desire surged through Mrazak. Desire for intimacy. Desire for release. The longing of the satisfaction that only a beautuful woman's love could bring. "In fact I should go."

But he didn't. He stood there, eyes fixed on Nevada, searching for...something. For whatever hope that had brought him to her quarters in the first place. "But I don't want to."

Nevada Hummed softly. "Well if your going to stay...you could give me a hand," she Smiled standing. "These Fleet approved Bra's are such a pain to take off," She hummed softly trying to push him in the right Direction.

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Mrazak grabbed her. His mouth met hers in a passionate melding of lips. The primal force of desire burned through him, guiding his hands in disrobing as much as exploring. Parting from her lips, Mrazak moved his mouth along her jawline onto her neck. The scent of her skin and hair filled him with an intoxication stronger than any alcohol. A soft growl escaped his throat from the vigor of his intense longing. He simply had to feel her with every sense and in every way.

Nevada tensed up at first, the Deep passionate kiss catching the Doctor off guard for a moment, before she adapted to it and pressed herself into his form, her dainty smooth hands lightly roaming over his chest, though their motions were calculated, smooth gestures that quickly say his Uniforms top slip from his body, the Latina Human, eyes fluttering shut as she daintily pressed into Mrazaks form, her small, but firm breasts still hiddenb y her bra though she suspected not for long. Her Body was smooth with Well maintained skin and hair.

Mrazak flung her backward onto her bed with enough force to bounce. Though weak for a Vulcan, he could still move her and rend clothing with ease. Shed of his uniform, revealing his thin, darkly complected body, Mrazak briefly considered this course of action. Perhaps it was a mistake. But if so, it would be one among many. The contours of Nevada's lithe body, free from the cumbersome clothing he had ripped away with hands and teeth, could not be denied.

Diving upon her again, together bared body and katra, Mrazak halted his advances long enough to prop himself over her supine body. He looked down on her, into her warm brown eyes, taking in the supple body he first glimpsed in the mission briefing and could not since forget.

Nevada remained still, letting her superior officer take in her form more fully now, Her skin free from hairs, save for the Mop of brown hair on her head, and a matching, short but Well groomed patch between her legs. She took this chance to admire the Vulcan's physique, so well masked by the Uniforms Starfleet was so fond of.

Some people might have said something. Words to express affection, value, or gratitude, or at least mark the moment. Mrazak was not among them. He took to her lips again with his own in the first theater of his bodily invasion.

At first blush, it might have only been a momentary lapse in protocol, a commanding officer scandalizing his junior in the worst way. But as the moments turned to hours, liquor and passions flowing and mingling together, the flame of desire never burned out, with only brief reprieves for imbibing more spirits to prolong their reveling. It had been so long since his last carnal caress that Mrazak found himself to be nigh insatiable this night.

Rolling over empty battles in a tangle of linens, Mrazak came to rest on his back and heaved deep breaths to catch his wind. "I haven't... done that since... the Academy..." He chuckled giddily and lulled his head to look at Nevada, who lay sprawled in all her glory just as he did. "You are indeed a singular woman, Nevada."

"A life with out sex is a Stress filled, and Rather boring life," she chuckle and laid back, a healthy glow on her cheeks as she closed her eyes basking in the feelings. "Most Species claim to be Evolved or Advanced....but at the end of the day, All species have certain...Primal needs, Food, Shelter...and Love," she let out a pleased sigh.

"That sounds like a professional opinion," he said as he fished for another liquor bottle. "Would that make you a Love Doctor?"

"Actually I'm regarded as a mad Doctor...so Probably not," she snickered.

"That's a shame," Mrazak said, teasing her with a grin. "It's... been awhile since my 'primal needs' have been sorted, so I was going to suggest regular therapy."

"Well...as a Medical Professional I am Sworn to Treat the needs of My fellow officers, If i'm Able too," she winked some, pulling the sheets off her form to expose it to his gaze once more.

Mrazak felt his hand drawn toward her bared flesh. Closing his eyes for but a moment to savor the touch, he quickly opened them to once again feast upon her once more. "If anyone asks," he said with a return wink, "just tell them you were treating me for Pon Farr." He began to cackle in delight. "A chronic, weekly case of Ponn Farr!"

"Though as rare as they are, V'tosh Ka'tur have been know to Rarely develop Over active sexual drive, Leading to Extremes in their Ponn Farr's," she said in a monotone medical Examiners voice, lying with practiced ease.

"Indeed." The Vulcan's grin was devilish. He'd finally fished another bottle from the floor, one that had been only half drank or spilled. "Behold, I am the God of Wine!" He doused himself with the liquor, and then Nevada before diving upon her once again. "I think I feel another flareup, Doctor," he whispered. "Can you treat me?"

Nevada laughed at this and pulled him into a kiss, breaking it long enough to whisper to him. "at this rate, I'll have to come up with some....Experimental Treatments."

"Now... you're... talking," Mrazak said through enmeshed lips. He was nothing if not a man of science. "Test. Observe. Repeat."

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