Neuro-Pressure Anyone?

Posted on Fri Aug 2nd, 2024 @ 10:39am by Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & Lieutenant T'Mara
Edited on on Mon Aug 12th, 2024 @ 8:07am

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Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Location: T'Mara's quarters
Timeline: MD 02: 1955 hrs

Dashku arrived at the CMO's quarters, she stood in front of the door for a moment, suddenly feeling nervous. It was a bit of a surprise even to her, but she hadn't spent a lot of time with Vulcans, and this was going to be a new experience for her. She shifted her weight back and forth, she'd dressed casually just a t-shirt and shorts, but there was something about this. She finally took a deep breath, reached up and hit the chime.

The chime managed to burrow into her meditations, alerting her that someone was at the door to her quarters. Why? Was there a medical emergency? Eyelids fluttered open and T'Mara leaned down and blew out her lamp and rose from the pillow to answer the door.

The double doors hissed open and T'Mara looked up to her visitor. It was the Orion COO, Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou. Why were they here?

"Lieutenant. Are you unwell?" T'Mara inquired, not knowing that her confusion showed subtly on her face.

Dashku looked as confused at T'Mara, she opened her mouth for a second before she closed it and replayed what she'd just said. "Uhhh," She finally managed to utter. "Did I get the time wrong?" She wondered out loud. "I thought we were supposed to have a session. I can come back later if that would be better for you."

T'Mara blinked. Oh. "My apologies, Lieutenant. I have been...distracted. Your timing is adequate. Please enter." She stepped back to allow Zhevou entry to her quarters, gesturing to the seating area. Courtesy must be observed. Moving over to the replimat, T'Mara requested a carafe of chilled water and brought it over to the low table and proceeded to pour a out a serving in a stone cup and presented it to Zhevou as a sign of hospitality.

"Of course," Dashku replied smoothly, giving the doctor a polite smile as she stepped inside her quarters and followed T'Mara. She sat where the doctor indicated and accepted the water and took a sip. She could smell a faint smoke smell in the air and spotted the lamp that she assumed was just extinguished. "Are you sure I'm not disturbing you? I know Vulcans don't take offence, but I just want to make sure."

"...I am sure, Lieutenant Zhevou. The interruption is of no consequence. I come to serve." She tilted her head subtly to convey curiosity. "Why do you desire neuropressure? I was not aware such a technique was known off-world."

"Ah a good question," Dashku replied, giving her a moment to think her way through the question. She didn't exactly want to explain all the facets of her past. She found that often lead to more questions and made people uncomfortable. Perhaps T'Mara wouldn't press about why she was aware of the technique. "I keep a rather vigorous work out schedule and I haven't been sleeping all that well. This is a much newer ship than I'm used to and it's just too damn quiet."

T'Mara dipped her head in acknowledgement of Zhevou's explanation, as overall non-contributory as it was. The woman's statement only generated more questions than it answered, but T'Mara would not pry. It was not necessary to the task at hand.

"I can assist with the insomnia and any ongoing muscle discomfort." Considering how best to proceed, T'Mara was quiet for a moment.

"If you give me a moment, I will procure another pillow and relight the meditation lamp. Some find the visual cue of the flame beneficial to the process."

Moving about her quarters to gather what was needed was an opportunity to prepare her mind. Non-Vulcan minds were not quiet or orderly...it was fortuitous that T'Mara had just completed her meditation prior to Zhevou's arrival.

Once everything was in place, T'Mara re-lit her meditation lamp and motioned for the operations chief to join her on the floor on the pillow she had placed out for her.

Dashku had sipped at the water and watched her as she set up, she had simply nodded to the Vulcan's request and waited for her to finish. When she motioned for her to join, she stood up and walked over, settling on the pillow. She took a moment to roll her head back and forth. "Is there anything I need to do? Or will you instruct as we go?"

"You are required to participate, yes - however only to assume proper posture or to breathe in a specific manner. I do not expect reciprocation."

The Vulcan physician dipped her head once in a nod as she studied Zhevou's posture. It was not perfect, but it was suitable enough for what T'Mara had planned.

"You may focus on the lamp's flame which will be directly in front of you." She picked up the other pillow and walked around Zhevou and dimmed the lights within until everything was cast in the gloom of low light before placing the pillow behind her.

"It works best with skin-to-skin contact. You may remove your top if you feel comfortable to do so; otherwise I will attempt a modified posture which will assist you some but will not be as effective."

T'Mara placed the pillow behind Zhevou and gracefully got to her knees to await the chief's response.

"Normally I'd make you buy me a drink first, but I think I can make an exception," Dashku had rattled off the joke before she'd even thought about it. T'Mara, being Vulcan, wouldn't laugh even if she found it remotely humorous. After a moment she took off her shirt and bra and set them aside. "I think Orions are nearly the complete opposite to Vulcans when it comes to modesty."

T'Mara chose to ignore the former and instead focus on Zhevou's latter comment. "I am not qualified to offer up any meaningful comparison between our species other than on a physiological level. You are the first Orion female I have ever encountered."

"Now please focus your attention on the lamp's flame. I will start with your neck." T'Mara's hands began to purposefully run up the sides of Zhevou's neck to her hair line, pressing along the para-spinal muscles and determining node locations.

"Understood," Dashku let her arms settle into her lap and focused on the lamp as T'Mara started to touch her neck. As soon as she started pressing along the muscles, Dashku felt herself start to relax. She had to resist the urge to let out a noise, her muscles were a lot tighter than she realized and this felt good.

This was nothing like performing neuropressure on a Vulcan. Zhevou's broadcasted reactions to T'Mara's questing fingers was politely ignored. All was silence when it came to the confidentiality required to be a Vulcan healer. It was a mindset she had carried into her practice as a Starfleet physician.

T'Mara hated it. The touch telepathy. The inadvertent sharing of sensation and thoughts. It was a blade that cut with each use. However, this was not about her...Dashku Zhevou had asked her for assistance. It was logical to ensure that the crew was in optimal condition. Nothing more, nothing less.

Her fingertips settled on various spots of Zhevou's neck. "I would like for you to inhale for four seconds, hold for four seconds, and then exhale for eight seconds. I will apply a moderate amount of pressure when you begin to exhale. It maybe...uncomfortable, at first."

Dashku took in the deep breath, held it for the required four seconds and then exhaled slowly. The pressure T'Mara put certainly did feel somewhat painful at first but then where was a moment where she felt tingly and things started to feel a lot better. She started to finally relax. She closed her eyes and just tried to focus on that as she felt her heartrate start to increase along with her breathing.

T'Mara shut her eyes slightly, her 'sight' turning inwards to what she was feeling from Zhevou. The Orion woman quickly settled into the basic breathing rhythm - however, her respiration and heart rate were slowly increasing. It was curious thing--from T'Mara's viewpoint anyway--as Vulcans had far greater control over their biological functions.

However, given the connection, equilibrium was the desired end state ultimately, and T'Mara fought against her body's attempt in match Zhevou's physiologic response. As her focus was on her patient, T'Mara did not suppress the alterations in her own vital signs. Even with the increase, her pulse and respirations were still within acceptable parameters.

She methodically worked down Zhevou's spine, pressing on specific neural nodes--and releasing a number of knots in the tense paraspinal muscles.

"Your muscles are holding significant tension, Lieutenant. You may consider a regimented relaxation program to aid in this...Please inhale and exhale on four." T'Mara waited patiently for Zhevou to reach the end of her exhalation cycle before forcefully pressing along nodes that should have stimulated her vagal nerve which would slow heart rate and blood pressure and to inhibit the body's stress response.

Doing so had a rather unforeseen reaction, however. T'Mara suddenly felt flushed and experienced a strange indescribable sensation low in her abdomen. She quickly removed her hands from Zhevou's back, as if she had been burned, and focused solely on bringing these unusual responses under the iron-grip control she maintained over her person.

"I require...a moment."

Dashku had closed her eyes, she was trying to use her training to take deep, even breaths. She breathed in and out when asked but when she started to feel her vagal nerve being worked and the tension start to release she couldn't help but let out a slight groan. She could feel the tension releasing, as well as a warmth all over her entire body as a light layer of perspiration started to form. When T'Mara stopped she opened her eyes and turned to look back at her.

"Don't stop," She said with a slight growl to her tone. "We can share the...moment."

T'Mara tilted her head at overt change in Zhevou's voice in consideration. She had performed neuropressure on numerous supplicants while training on Mt. Seleya, and never once had experienced such a visceral response. It would be logical to stop. Perhaps Orions were not suited to neuropressure. Perhaps her controls were slipping most egregiously and vigorous self-reflection would be required. Perhaps more research was needed and she should continue.

Exhaling slowly to center herself, T'Mara returned her fingers to the appropriate positions along Zhevou's spine as she closed her eyes to center herself. It was curious. Was it from the light connection through touching, or the sharing of energies to achieve balance, or...or...Enough. The decision was made. T'Mara committed to it and did not attempt to resist whatever it was that had begun hijacking her limbic system in a fascinatingly alien manner.

"Please repeat the breathing cycle. I will resume the posture on your exhale." T'Mara finally responded in a tone of voice that was not as placid as usual.

Dashku simply nodded her answer, before repeating the breathing cycle. When T'Mara put her hands on Dashku's back again she closed her eyes. She caught the change in T'Mara's voice and was curious what it meant. Did a Vulcan had the same biological response as others? The thought seem to evaporate at T'Mara's touch and her entire body started to relax. When she started to feel the turmoil from behind her it was curious, like an impression of what was happening.

"You're quite good at this," Dashku commented, her voice a little huskier than before. She knew she should get up and leave, it would have been the logical choice.

A compliment? T'Mara was unused to such sentiments, and regardless of having control over her emotions she still felt the stinging sense of inadequacy at Zhevou's words. "I come to serve." She responded automatically in acknowledgement.

Through physical touch, T'Mara was able to glean that Zhevou was beginning to relax. The muscles along the spine were releasing the pent up tension, and she could feel that this particular posture was proving quite effective with lowering the Orion woman's stress levels. However, she was uncertain if it was the technique or Zhevou's unique physiological makeup but the 'side-effects' were not abating since T'Mara's temporary cessation of treatment in order to re-center herself. If anything... things were getting worse.

Her own breathing and heart rate were increasing in tandem to Zhevou's. Even with the years of training, it would appear that it was no match to Orion physiology. There could be no other explanation. Through no fault of her own T'Mara surmised that Zhevou was responding in a manner consistent with her biology, and Orion physical drives were quite powerful.

Orion pheromones did not usually affect Vulcan physiology - but generally speaking an unbonded Vulcan wouldn't perform an intimate physical technique such as this with one, either. It was also during times like this she was reminded--logically so--that she wasn't fully Vulcan. Perhaps her blended biology did not afford her the same measure of...immunity?

Continuing her ministrations, T'Mara trailed her fingers down the slightly slick skin over Zhevou's spine. Warmth spread across her chest and pooled deep within - a sinuous coiling of sensation that she had never felt before...and it was fascinating.

That she would find this unusual response interesting, and finding herself desiring more should have been alarming - but T'Mara's executive functioning seemed to have taken some sort of break from operations, and her limbic system, the so-called 'lizard brain,' had quite readily stepped up to pick up some of the slack.

"Your heart rate and respiration have increased and you appear to be perspiring slightly. Are you well?" It was a reasonable question a medical provider would ask, however, probably not in such a sultry tone...for a Vulcan, anyway.

Dashku almost spoke up about the good doctor telling an Orion that she'd come to serve. It was a dangerous thing to say to one who was taught to take advantage of others for a living. The picture of T'Mara serving her as others had served her mother crossed her mind and she quickly pushed it away. T'Mara was a sentient being and that was not an acceptable line of thought.

Her thoughts quickly shifted on to other, more carnal thoughts and she tried to push them away until she heard the subtle change in T'Mara's voice. She felt the warmth in her own abdomen start to grow. Turning her head, she glanced back at the Vulcan and let out a slow breath.

"I'm fine," The words came out, but her eyes told another story.

Her more passionate, animalistic nature showed through as she looked over T'Mara. There was a hunger in her look and she knew what she wanted. After a moment, she turned around on the pillow, and took the Vulcan's hands in her own and encouraged her closer.

"Perhaps you should set aside logic for the rest of the evening..."

Zhevou taking T’Mara’s hands was indecent by Vulcan standards, and as soon as they contacted her own it was as if an electrical switch had been flipped. She scooted closer on her knees, not even realizing she was doing it. “I…I do not think that would be wise…” T’Mara answered in a meager attempt to withdraw. The problem was, executive functioning was rather challenging at the moment, and Zhevou’s…no, Dashku’s voice held something that was somewhat irresistible. Why was she attempting to stop this?

"Wisdom rarely has anything to do with passion," Dashku gave T'Mara a knowing smirk, as she drew the Vulcan in and then slid her arms around the small of T'Mara's back and finished bringing her all the way in. Dash tilted her head and leaned in, brushing her lips every so slightly over her's.

"And I wish to taste of your passion," She said in nearly a whisper.

T'Mara went very still in Dashku’s arms after she leaned in and brushed her lips against her own. She had spent enough time in the holodecks running numerous programs encompassing such topics as seduction – for scientific understanding, of course – to understand Dashku’s intent. However, what she did not understand was why, exactly?

This was illogical. Wide experience increases wisdom, provided the experience is not sought purely for the stimulation of sensation. Surak’s proverb echoed in her mind as years of conditioning attempted to override her paleomammalian cortex which focused on the fleeing, feeding, fighting and…

“I…Vulcans do not engage in passion.” And yet she did not extricate herself from the Orion’s embrace. In fact, quite the opposite occurred, as T’mara’s traitorous arms currently under new management from her amygdala lightly ran her hands up Dashku’s arms to end their path at the back of her neck. Curiously she wondered how much pressure would need to be applied to indicate receptiveness for further exploration, not even considering that the skin-to-skin contact quite readily transmitted the desire she would not speak of.

Dash tilted her head slightly, giving the Vulcan a knowing look. She looked into the hazel eyes and just watched them quietly before reaching her left hand up and running a finger along her jawline. She hadn't found anyone on ship that she'd had a spark with and while she was surprised it was with the doctor, Dash wanted nothing more than to satiate every desire with her.

"I don't believe that for a moment," She said with a mildly disapproving tone, she leaned forward and started to gently brush her lips along the path her finger had just ran. "I can feel your heart beating. Your desire. If I have misread you..."

No one had ever touched her in such a manner. T’Mara shivered as Dashku’s finger traced down the line of her chin to only get replaced by the gentle brush of her soft lips. She should stop this; it was going well beyond a doctor/patient interaction. And yet…

Vulcans valued connections…most sentient beings did. For good or ill, T’Mara had no meaningful relationships with anyone, much to her ongoing, well internalized, chagrin. It was the only explanation she could come up with given her rather un-Vulcan-like reactions. The innate desire for close associations, mixed with the intimate nature of neuropressure—along with a certain indescribable Orion factor—no doubt had led to this very scenario. At least that’s how her mind was trying to justify this irrationality.

She was going to say yes, that Dashku had mis-read her. However, her mouth was a traitor.

T’Mara had read enough romance novels to know there was a common theme throughout…physical touch was utilized to incite and stoke arousal, words were spoken to ensure positive response…and then escalation. There was something rather fascinating about all of this. Perhaps she could convince herself that it was logical to continue – for more complete understanding naturally, and yet…to be desired was a heady sensation.

As a future interlude such as this was not guaranteed, T’Mara deduced that it would be foolish to spurn this. Surak’s teachings be damned.

Her right hand released the back of Dashku’s neck. Her index and middle finger then traced along her jaw, up the side of her face and then around the rounded shell of her ear. T’Mara did not know what an Orion would find acceptable, but the touch along the neural nodes on her face transmitted Dashku’s desire far more clearly than the touch along her back.

T’Mara tried to keep the soft sigh from escaping her mouth and failed. “You have not misread…but I have never, I mean. I…” Her normally confident tone was completely absent. This was uncharted territory – and with an Orion as well. No doubt she’d be found wanting in this too. Argh.

Leave it to a Vulcan to overthink desire.

Dashku was quiet, that wasn't something she expected and she wasn't exactly sure how to respond. It was rare to meet someone that had never been with anyone before. Did she really want to bridge that gap and be that person? She took a deep breath and watched T'Mara's eyes for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to do just that.

"Never before or never with a woman?" She asked gently. She slid her hands along T'Mara's sides.

It was becoming incredibly hard to think with Dashku doing interesting things with her touch, and her question skirted around the box full of k'karee (highly poisonous Vulcan serpents), which T’Mara refused to open.

The simple truth would do…better that than a long, drawn out explanation. Besides, it was in the past – and it was illogical to dwell on things one could not change.

T'Mara shook her head minutely and found her mouth a mere breath’s distance from Dashku’s. “Never." She breathed into the other woman's mouth. "You are the first to ever show…ah, this particular type of interest in me.” Wasn’t this the part of the story where the two main characters did the ‘kiss’ thing, if her knowledge of this 'seduction' act was remotely accurate?

"Really?" Dash tilted her head slightly, a little surprised at that before giving T'Mara a sly smile. If she'd known that before getting to this point, she might have avoided it but now that she was here and the excitement of the moment and she was more than ready.

"I hope I don't set the bar too high," Dash smirked, before locking eyes with her again. She watched them for a moment before leaning in closely. This time when their lips touched, Dash felt much more of a spark. After moving one of her hands up, she touched T'Mara's cheek, deepening the kiss and their connection.

Oh my... T'Mara thought silently as Dashku softly kissed her. It was so...un-hygienic, and yet...fascinating. She closed her eyes to better focus on the physical sensation as she moved her lips inexpertly, but when her face was touched by Dashku's hand it was interpreted based on a Vulcan mindset.

To T'Mara, it was an invitation, and considering this whole experience had gone rather horizontal, it seemed like a good idea to further reciprocate as the mental connection was just as important as the physical to her species.

The decision made, she acted quickly, moving forward and all but shoving Dashku backwards so she could straddle her waist. Looking down, T'Mara's eyes were rapidly becoming consumed by the inky blackness of her pupils as they dilated in arousal.

T'Mara made a soft, almost trilling, sub-vocalization as her fingertips touched Dashku's cheek in a feather light manner before confidently settling over the neural nodes on the woman's face.

"T'nash-veh kashek tor ish-veh kashek, t'nash-veh nahp tor nahp..." She intoned in fricative heavy Vulkhansu, speaking the mantra to focus on connecting with Dashku's mind in a most Vulcan manner. How better to experience intimacy through shared experience?

Surak must be spinning in his katric arc at this level of...hijinks. Surak could go take a long walk in the Forge for all T'Mara cared.

Leaning down, T'Mara recaptured the Orion woman's mouth in a kiss that was far less gentle, and to feel what Dashku was experiencing in the moment from the connection she forged with her was both disconcerting and utterly...intoxicating.

At first the mental connection was a shock to Dash, it was almost over whelming despite there being a slight connection earlier. The order of a logic mind was fascinating and the undercurrent of suppressed emotions made T'Mara even more intoxicating. It intrigued Dashku to no end and if they weren't in the middle of exploring each other physically, she would pause to explore the more mental aspects.

She didn't have long to react as T'Mara pushed her onto her back. The aggression from the Vulcan only excited her all the more, the shared feelings stoked her desires and she returned the kiss. She did everything she could to stoke her desires mentally as she ran her fingers nails up T'Mara's sides, a growl escaping her throat. She had been hoping for a relaxing massage but this was turning into something far more pleasurable. It was going to be a very good evening.

 

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