So, I took Soolin to bed. To sleep. Poor girl--well, poor woman. She *is* two years older than me. I hope... I can *only* hope she has forgiven me for Gauda Prime
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*knocks politely on the door and pokes his head in without waiting for a response* Tarrant, good to see you, old boy. Heard you were in spot of bother... *trails off, noticing the other glass* Ah, sorry, didn't realise you were expecting company. I'll come back later, shall I? *moves to leave*
[Tarrant is alarmed as he hasn't seen Harry for weeks! His face lights up and he flashes his most brilliant smile.]
Harry!
[He rushes to the door and hugs Harry.]
You're not going anywhere, my old mate!.
[He puts his arm around Harry's shoulders and leads the stammering Harry to sit on the bed with him, and offers Harry the spare champagne glass.]
Y'see, Harry, I have these silly ideas sometimes. Like laying a filled glass on the table, waiting for someone to join me in a toast. Wishful thinking, but tonight it worked! Share it with me now, old friend.
[maintains polite-but-awkward smile and raises glass] Jolly nice you, Tarrant, haven't had a good glass of champagne in a long time.
To surviving, and to hope [clinks glasses and takes a long glup]
Good to know you're in an optimistic sort of mood, I must say. Everything's so very bleak lately, I just doesn't know what to do with myself. Good to see you again, though, there's nothing like seeing a crewmate to cheer you up, that's what I always say.
[Tarrant empties his glass in one long gulp, and pours new ones for both of them.]
Indeed. As it happens, I was feeling rather down myself--well, you know what it is to be a man on a ship full of gorgeous men women.
[Ponders for a while, then takes another deep drink. Then he lays his arm over Harry's shoulder.]
It.. it isn't easy. And as you're a medical man, I wondered if there was some easy... natural way to help me. Other than drinking myself stupid, that is.
[sips champagne thoughtfully] Well we certainly can't be having you drinking every night, old boy. Very bad for the liver and terribly addictive, that stuff. And it certainly wouldn't look good for a member of the crew to hve adrinking problem, would it?
[nods decisively] No, we're going to have to find an alternative. I'd suggest you find a way to take your mind off it - something that'll boost your self-confidence while keeping your adrenaline flowing, I'd say. Are you a very physical sort of chap?
[still sitting on bed. Looks up, wide-eyed, at Tarrant]
I say! D'you do this to every fellow who wanders in for a drink or did I catch you on a good day?
[fiddles awkwardly with champagne glass] Yes, I think you're definitely in need of some extensive physical exercise. Need to keep up that physique after all, don't we?
Now come here and explain to me *which* exact parts need more exercise.
[It's rather chilly in the cabin, and Tarrant's nipples are standing up. His trousers are loose enough to show some sort of interest in Harry, but he hopes the poor innocent thing hasn't noticed this yet.]
[Stands up hesitantly and takes a step towards Tarrant.]
Well, while this may look perfectly fine [touches a tentative hand just below one of Tarrant's nipples], research indicates that... that... [trails off] Do you know, I can't quite rmebmer what the research indicates? I'm sure it's terribly exciting, too. Pity.
[Harry is, of course, completely oblivious to anything going on below waist level. He has, however, taken note of Tarrant's nipples and is trying not to look too interested in them.]
[He leans over, very slowly, giving Harry time to run or protest. When Harry doesn't, Tarrant brushes his lips very, very gently against Harry's. Tarrant pulls back slightly, but their faces are still almost touching. His eyes are very blue, pupils widened, and he whispers sultrily over Harry's lips.]
[Tarrant holds Harry steady, as the poor man seems to be trembling. He kisses Harry again, and this time the kiss is just as gentle, yet more thorough. He traces Harry's lips with his tongue, then kisses Harry open-mouthed on Harry's still-closed lips, teasing at the seam with little flicks of his tongue.]
Now how does that feel? My dear man, you seem to be shaking. I think you need to lie down.
[Harry makes a small noise as Tarrant pulls away and grips him more tightly. He listens to Tarrant carefully and only just manages to keep the shake out of his voice when he speaks again]
A lie down? Oh yes, I think that would be just what the Doctor ordered, hmm? [nervous chuckle]
As a medical man, you know it's important to loosen any constrictive clothing first. We'll just loosen that rather attractive cravat of yours, shall we?
[As Harry continues stammering, Tarrant gently unties his cravat. Tarrant's supporting Harry with his free arm, his hand warm on the small of Harry's back.]
There. Much better.
[Tarrant leans down to kiss the exposed skin of Harry's throat, gentle, wet kisses, some daring licks as he unbuttons Harry's collar. He dips his tongue into the dip between Harry's collarbones, then traces his tongue all the way up to Harry's chin, loving the rasp of stubble. Harry gasps.]
[chuckle] Even better now, don't you think?
[Tarrant continues to unbutton Harry's shirt.]
Do you want to take that jacket off and... lie down? [gestures in the direction of the bunk].
[Harry glances at the bed, looks back up at Tarrant and then back at bed. Finally he seems to reach a decision and tugs off his jacket]
Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt, could it? Why not? [Harry moves to help with the unbuttoning but his hands fumble and knock awkwardly into Tarrant's. Mumbles vague apologies and decides to just lean back instead]
[Tarrant manages to unbutton Harry's shirt completely, and now Harry's lying down on the bed, very confused. Tarrant smiles, and sits beside him, caressing his belly with his hand.]
There. Easy now.
[Tarrant strokes up Harry's chest, rubbing above his breastbone, as if trying to calm Harry's heartbeat.]
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Harry!
[He rushes to the door and hugs Harry.]
You're not going anywhere, my old mate!.
[He puts his arm around Harry's shoulders and leads the stammering Harry to sit on the bed with him, and offers Harry the spare champagne glass.]
Y'see, Harry, I have these silly ideas sometimes. Like laying a filled glass on the table, waiting for someone to join me in a toast. Wishful thinking, but tonight it worked! Share it with me now, old friend.
To surviving, and to hope!
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To surviving, and to hope [clinks glasses and takes a long glup]
Good to know you're in an optimistic sort of mood, I must say. Everything's so very bleak lately, I just doesn't know what to do with myself. Good to see you again, though, there's nothing like seeing a crewmate to cheer you up, that's what I always say.
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Indeed. As it happens, I was feeling rather down myself--well, you know what it is to be a man on a ship full of gorgeous men women.
[Ponders for a while, then takes another deep drink. Then he lays his arm over Harry's shoulder.]
It.. it isn't easy. And as you're a medical man, I wondered if there was some easy... natural way to help me. Other than drinking myself stupid, that is.
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[nods decisively] No, we're going to have to find an alternative. I'd suggest you find a way to take your mind off it - something that'll boost your self-confidence while keeping your adrenaline flowing, I'd say. Are you a very physical sort of chap?
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As you can see, I am. Would you care to examine me? I see you brought your doctor's bag.
And... Harry? I think you're just the sort of chap who can boost my self-confidence. *flashes his most brilliant smile*
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I say! D'you do this to every fellow who wanders in for a drink or did I catch you on a good day?
[fiddles awkwardly with champagne glass] Yes, I think you're definitely in need of some extensive physical exercise. Need to keep up that physique after all, don't we?
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Oh yes, Harry, you caught me on a very good day.
Now come here and explain to me *which* exact parts need more exercise.
[It's rather chilly in the cabin, and Tarrant's nipples are standing up. His trousers are loose enough to show some sort of interest in Harry, but he hopes the poor innocent thing hasn't noticed this yet.]
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Well, while this may look perfectly fine [touches a tentative hand just below one of Tarrant's nipples], research indicates that... that... [trails off] Do you know, I can't quite rmebmer what the research indicates? I'm sure it's terribly exciting, too. Pity.
[Harry is, of course, completely oblivious to anything going on below waist level. He has, however, taken note of Tarrant's nipples and is trying not to look too interested in them.]
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I'll show you what *I* find terribly exciting.
[He leans over, very slowly, giving Harry time to run or protest. When Harry doesn't, Tarrant brushes his lips very, very gently against Harry's. Tarrant pulls back slightly, but their faces are still almost touching. His eyes are very blue, pupils widened, and he whispers sultrily over Harry's lips.]
Now how's that for excitement, old boy?
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[wraps his arms around Tarrant for support] Very exciting, not to mention unexpected. But definitely exciting.
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[Tarrant holds Harry steady, as the poor man seems to be trembling. He kisses Harry again, and this time the kiss is just as gentle, yet more thorough. He traces Harry's lips with his tongue, then kisses Harry open-mouthed on Harry's still-closed lips, teasing at the seam with little flicks of his tongue.]
Now how does that feel? My dear man, you seem to be shaking. I think you need to lie down.
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A lie down? Oh yes, I think that would be just what the Doctor ordered, hmm? [nervous chuckle]
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[As Harry continues stammering, Tarrant gently unties his cravat. Tarrant's supporting Harry with his free arm, his hand warm on the small of Harry's back.]
There. Much better.
[Tarrant leans down to kiss the exposed skin of Harry's throat, gentle, wet kisses, some daring licks as he unbuttons Harry's collar. He dips his tongue into the dip between Harry's collarbones, then traces his tongue all the way up to Harry's chin, loving the rasp of stubble. Harry gasps.]
[chuckle] Even better now, don't you think?
[Tarrant continues to unbutton Harry's shirt.]
Do you want to take that jacket off and... lie down? [gestures in the direction of the bunk].
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Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt, could it? Why not? [Harry moves to help with the unbuttoning but his hands fumble and knock awkwardly into Tarrant's. Mumbles vague apologies and decides to just lean back instead]
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Just relax, Harry.
[Tarrant manages to unbutton Harry's shirt completely, and now Harry's lying down on the bed, very confused. Tarrant smiles, and sits beside him, caressing his belly with his hand.]
There. Easy now.
[Tarrant strokes up Harry's chest, rubbing above his breastbone, as if trying to calm Harry's heartbeat.]
Feeling better?
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