poly_chromatic | personal log stardate -309858.7805048198

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star trek xi - nyota uhura

personal log stardate -309858.7805048198

[voice]
[By all rights, this should be filtered, but somebody's too crampy to care]

Penny, sorry for the late notice. I won't be able to make it to the Welcome Center today.

[She tries her best to stifle a groan as she's abruptly hit with sucker punch from Mother Nature]

And can you recommend a doctor?

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[It's just a matter of getting his sword and putting on his mask before he can leave, and he flies over to make quicker work of it. A short journey, but enough time for him to seriously second-guess this. He reacted because she's in pain, but the reason for it -- though there was a time he would have mocked a sorceress for losing her powers for these reasons, only as a way of confirming his suspicions and throwing her off balance. It would be best to think of this the same way, as just something he's doing as a matter of course because it needs to be done, rather than the strange and over-familiar way part of him feels about it.]

[He's become far less mercenary than he used to be.]

[Still, nothing to be done but just do some healing and see if it works. If necessary he'll just hightail it after and lock himself in his room until he stops feeling like an idiot.]

[He knocks on Nyota's door, but then wonders whether she'll even be able to get up and answer it. She sounded terrible. What demon cursed women to do this every month?]

[Uhura wishes she knew. Fortunately, by the time Zel arrives, she's feeling sufficiently improved to drag herself off the couch to answer the door. She's an absolute mess -- she laughs a little on the inside at how angry her grandmother would be with her. Answering the door with her hair uncombed, in an oversized t-shirt and yoga pants, and no make-up. Normally Uhura is careful with how she presents herself to others, but cramping makes it hard to care.

She still manages to muster up a smile for Zel when she opens the door.]

Thanks for coming.

[He notices the difference in appearance, but he was expecting as much. Besides, she's plenty pretty even like this...]

[Not that he should let himself go there.]

It's not a problem. A bit of a healing spell won't tire me out, and it might help.

[After a pause, he takes down his hood and mask. It's something of a show of trust, hesitant though he is.]

Hopefully. [She steps back and closes the door behind him. Manners require her to ask --]

Can I get you anything to drink?

[What is this level of nice, seriously? Nyota you are a confusing one compared to the other women he knows.]

No, that's fine. If you want to sit somewhere I can give the healing a try.

[Good breeding, Zel. Her parents taught her well. But she's not so secretly relieved that he said no. Here she comes, couch.

She collapses on the couch in the living room and tries not to groan.]

It's never been this bad before.

[Zelgadis crouches down in front of her, which is awkward enough for him without her going into details, however vaguely. But still, pain isn't his favorite state of being either, so he's not going to get in a twist over her need to whine.]

I'll have to hold my hand over your -- the effected area. [Gods, if his head doesn't explode before this is over it will be a miracle. At least there's no touching involved.] It should only feel warm, but if anything feels wrong just say something and I'll stop.

[His hand starts glowing with pure, white light and he waits for her okay to give it a shot.]

[Her eyes go wide when his hand starts glowing, but she nods. Right now she'll take anything that will help with the pain.]

[He tries not to be obvious about his nervous swallow as he brings his hand closer to her, hovering over her lower abdomen. It should feel warm, pleasant, and soothing. Whether it actually helps more than that, he'll have to see -- and he watches her face for any sign of that.]

[The sensation takes her by surprise -- but that's quickly overwhelmed by relief. Her eyes drift shut and she lets out a deep, shuddering sigh that's just short of a moan. The cessation of pain feels better than any orgasm.]

[And her reaction takes him by surprise, enough that he yanks his hand away, face burning.]

Ah -- are you okay? [He wishes he hadn't put down his hood, because it's entirely obvious she is more than okay and he's probably lighting the room by now with how hot his face is.]

[She lets out a little whimper when he stops, although the pain is still much, much better than before.]

I'm fine, don't -- [OH. His blush makes her realize just how she had sounded earlier. The sheer scale of his embarrassment makes her feel embarrassed too. She sits up, wincing only a little, and tries to smile reassuringly. Nothing awkward here, nope.]

That's a lot better. Thank you.

[He clears his throat, but doesn't cut the magic just yet.] ...Good.

Is it gone, or do you need me to...? [Embarrassed or not, he's not going to leave her in pain.]

[It still hurts, but it's nothing Ibuprofen can't handle. Better the pain than the awkward.]

You can stop. [Man, she hasn't dealt with a boy that awkward and bashful since her freshman year at the Academy. She's completely forgotten how to deal with it.]

Would you like some water? [Exit. Give him space to calm down. That's what you do, right?]

[He sits back -- far back -- on his heels and manages a nod.] Or coffee, if you happen to have it.

[He's already getting himself under control, but it's not every day a gorgeous woman makes sounds like at at him. He'll be muddled for a bit.]

I can do coffee. [Even better, it will give her more time in the kitchen.] Let me go put on a pot. I'll be right back.

[After she sets the coffee to brew, she makes a detour to the bathroom to pop a few Ibuprofen to kill off the last vestiges of pain.]

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