A Meeting at the Beach – Ep. 2 – Tiki on the Beach – [Backpost]
Posted on 25 May 2020 @ 4:23pm by Lieutenant Amiri Aldana 365, D.V.M., M.D. & Luuna C.G.CA/U & Sombra C.G.CA/U, C.PSA, C.ESA
Mission:
Ohuna - The Secret
Location: Bre'ella Naturalist Settlement – 'Tiki' Restaraunt
Timeline: During 48hrs Liberty on Bre'el IV
Tags: Luuna, Sombra
EDITOR’s NOTE: This back post has been sitting around for a very long time. It takes place long before any major position changes, rank changes, or fleet changes. I cannot vouch for the completeness or accuracy of its content. It was simply high time it got posted…
…and now… the rest of the story…
Sometime later…
As the sun was beginning to descend, coloring the equatorial sky in shades of orange and purple. Amiri, me'Rhanee, and the dogs were walking slowly along the path leading back from the edge of the beach. “Well” me'Rhanee intoned contentedly, “Now I’m certainly glad I had the chance to reconnect with you.” She looked down at her traveling companion and gave a soft chuckle, “I wonder what other surprises might be in store.”
Aldana threw a stick for Luuna as the pair walked. S/he listened to me'Rhanee and reached out, stroking the small of her back. “I am too. Surprises such as what?”
Sombra stopped and turned to watch the stick fly, but it was indeed Luuna who tore after it.
me'Rhanee watched her go “Surprises like finding an old acquaintance who knows just how to pass the time while you’re on leave, surprises like how much I enjoy spending time with you, surprises like how you can find juuuust the right spot.” She rumbled with pleasure as Amiri’s hand found a sensitive spot on her back.
Encouraged Amiri continued rubbing the spot me'Rhanee enjoyed so much. S/he curved hir fingers and began giving light scratches. “Well I’m glad; I take that to mean I am a welcome surprise?” Hir mind began to race around what s/he could do to the al'Hmatti next that she would hopefully enjoy and allow also.
“That’s what I’ve been...hhrrrraaaghh...trying to tell you.” me'Rhanee replied, interrupted by a rumble of enjoyment. “If you hadn’t been a welcome surprise, we wouldn’t have spent too much time together,” she continued. “keep that up and I might have to try getting a transfer to your new ship,” she added, pressing herself into Amiri’s hand.
“What’s stopping you…” Amiri teased as s/he continued pressing a little harder.
“A few things,” me'Rhanee began. “There’s…grrrrr…PADDwork, and my career, and your mission. I just don’t want to be a fighter anymore.” She explained, still enthralled to the sensation of to being stroked.
Just then Luuna returned with the stick, and Sombra encouraged her to play for a bit. They started a careful game of tug-o-war.
Aldana stopped hir rubbing for a moment. S/he took me'Rhanee’s left paw into hir hand, and lowered hir fur-covered cloths-less body onto the bare sand, sitting. The waves lapping at hir toes. “Then don’t be. What if you took a furlough?”
“A furlogh, in a warzone? How would I even get them to let me on board?” me'Rhanee roared with her own equivalent of laughter as she settled herself down beside Amiri. “If I’m going to join you, I’m going to have to be working on that ship, they won’t be taking passengers.” She grew more somber as she explained herself. “Where you’re going, there’s going to be fire and death and tragedy, and all the other evils of war. I want to be done seeing those things, the universe is so big, and my time in it is so short, I’ve seen enough war, now I want to take in the other wonders of the galaxy.”
Amiri looked down, watching the waves wash in for a moment. Not too far in front of them a Sand Piper went about its business piping. “Sounds like you’d rather head off toward the Incantu Sector or the Gamma Quadrant or something…” s/he trailed off not sure where to take this. After last night s/he was really starting to have stronger feelings for the ursanoid.
“Something like that, I left my home to see new things, and now I’ve found that the galaxy is so much bigger, and stranger, and more beautiful than I ever thought it could be when I was just concerned with being a warrior. If life offered you such an adventure, you would want to reach out and take it too, admit it.” me'Rhanee opined as she shifted to a more comfortable position.
Amiri liked that idea. It made hir feel a little better, and even a little warm inside. S/he moved closer to me'Rhanee. S/he reached out and caressed her gently. “I think that’s just about every ensigns answ…
Rr-rr rrawrr-rr! Suddenly their conversation was interrupted by the rather loud and conspicuous noises of Luuna's growling stomach, as she had managed to sneak up in front of the pair while they talked, but her reason for returning with the stick had given her awa…
R-awrr-rr errr supsupsup-pahh! Sombra’s stomach had joined in on the chorus of rumblings.
Suddenly Amiri looked mortified. “I’m so, soo sorry. I think their stomachs are trying to tell me they’re hun…” Rr-rar-rr-rar-er-errr. S/he could not have blushed any deeper. Then hir nose twitched. “Do I smell Tiki?”
“Tiki grill,” me'Rhanee corrected, “a tiki itself is a wooden idol; and yes, it smells delicious, since I’ve worked up an appetite myself let’s go see what’s on offer.”
“Well there is a type of fish called Tiki too.” Amiri stood again trying discreetly not to show hir arousal from twisting the type of appetite s/he’d like me'Rhanee. S/he reached out and offered her a hand. “I’ll bet you have an ‘appetite,’” s/he commented, amorous undertones in hir voice.
“I do indeed, it takes a lot to keep a body like this satisfied,” me'Rhanee retorted, looking Amiri square in the eyes as she rose up from the beach. “I happen to love most kinds of fish, so, let’s go get some Tiki, and see if we can’t calm these two down.”
Aldan’s eyes met me'Rhanee’s, s/he smiled as s/he took her by the paw, and lead her toward the Tiki grill, the canids in tow. S/he had become slightly excited at thinking about their other appetites, but hir rumbling stomach overrode all other authority for now.
They approached the open-air restaurant where Aldana picked a nice freshly pressed plush sitting-towel from the selection near a sign that read “for your safety and sanitation please help yourself” and found a nice secluded place to sit with perfect, just-right settings for the guyzos.
“Ah that smells heavenly,” me'Rhanee commented, sniffing the air as she followed the doctor. In one great paw she scooped up two of the towels, temporarily glad that a blush didn’t show through her fur, a being of her size could occasionally strain "standard" accommodations. Concerns of embarrassment or injustice where quickly replaced however, with visions of a tropical feast.
As the sun was going down, a staff member wandered in the peach-colored dusk, lighting wicker torches one by one. There was a dining room at the center of the structure, but all around the edge was a continuous covered patio, open to the ocean views, and the warm tropical breeze. The smell of fruit and spices hung thick in the air, complementing the delectable scent of fresh fish on the grill. Here on this side of the patio the sounds of a three-piece band could be heard, carried on the wind from where they played gentle melodies a short distance away.
Doctor Amiri Aldana 365 et. al.
