Practice Target ptII

Posted on Wed Aug 27th, 2025 @ 11:51pm by Commander Rosa Coy & Commander Jenna Ramthorne

734 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Character Development
Location: DS9

Rosa leaned lightly against the edge of Powder’s table, letting her posture convey casual confidence. Her boots rested just enough on the floor to suggest purpose without intimidation.

“Busy night?” Rosa asked softly, her voice teasing, almost melodic.

Powder looked up, startled. She blinked a few times, then smiled faintly. “I… don’t usually… socialize much,” she admitted, fingers brushing nervously against her drink. “Just transferred from a frigate. Quarks, it’s… quieter than this usually.” A bag of service tools rested beside her on the seat, neatly.

“Good,” Coy purred quietly, approving. “She talks. You listen. Learn her rhythm, her hesitations. The tiniest details will guide you to the promised land.”

Rosa tilted her head, letting her dark hair brush her shoulder. “Quiet can be nice,” she murmured, glancing at Powder’s hands tracing the rim of her glass. “Especially if you like to watch, or listen… maybe even be watched.”

Powder’s eyes flicked up, a flush warming her cheeks. “I… I suppose it can be… comforting. Sometimes.” Her voice wavered slightly, cautious but curious.

Rosa let a hand drift subtly toward Powder’s, hovering just above the table. Coy whispered faintly: “Close… yes… let her feel the tension. Just a brush, a teasing promise.”

Her fingers grazed Powder’s wrist, deliberately light, enough to elicit a shiver. Powder’s breath caught ever so slightly. “Ah,” she whispered, not pulling away. Curiosity edging her hesitation.

Rosa’s lips curved into a playful grin. “I’m guessing you work around pilots often?” she asked conversationally, masking the predator in her eyes. “Are they easier to read than engineers?”

Powder’s blush deepened, and she laughed softly. “Sometimes. They… overestimate themselves or underplay their instincts. Makes the game fun… challenging.”

“Yes… yes… watch her reactions,” Coy murmured.“That shift in her chest, the twitch of her hand… perfect. She’s responding.”

Rosa’s hand brushed again, this time just grazing the side of Powder’s palm. “Perhaps I can help you… learn more,” she murmured, leaning slightly closer, voice low and teasing. “Privately, of course.”

Powder’s breath caught again, a hesitant nod forming. “I… think I’d would like that.” Her voice was quiet, tinged with anticipation. Coy hummed softly, pleased. “Yes… she’s curious. Adventurous… not naive. Exactly what we want — Tonight anyway.”

Rosa kept her outward composure, but the thrill coiled inside her like a tightly wound spring. Coy’s voice interjected again, faintly lewd, almost a whisper in her mind: “Look at the way she shivers… how her lips part… perfect. Guide her… tease her… relish it.”

Rosa tilted her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Don’t worry… control is an illusion,” she murmured, invoking rule two, letting the words hang between them. Powder’s eyes widened, intrigued, letting curiosity override caution for just a heartbeat.

The conversation continued in this delicate dance: small touches, teasing smiles, whispered jokes. Rosa mirrored Powder’s hesitations with gentle encouragement. Coy remained quiet most of the time, occasionally interjecting a low, approving thought: “Yes… yes… she’s responding. Don’t rush… savor it.”

Minutes passed like seconds. Powder’s laugh became more natural, her posture relaxing under Rosa’s subtle guidance. Coy’s quiet purrs of approval punctuated each touch, each shared glance, each teasing comment. The tension between them grew, electric, playful, yet carefully balanced.

Finally, Rosa tilted her head, letting her fingers lightly brush Powder’s blue hair away from her face. “Shall we… continue somewhere quieter?” Her voice was soft, teasing, and inviting without coercion.

Powder’s golden-flecked eyes sparkled with a mix of nervousness and curiosity. “I… yes. I think I’d like that,” she whispered, gathering her drink. Coy hummed in quiet triumph: “Excellent. She’s curious. She’s ready.”

Rosa allowed a final playful smile, subtly reinforcing rule one: no attachments, no lingering illusions. Powder followed her, steps quickening slightly as anticipation built. Coy’s approval resonated softly, like a quiet hum beneath her thoughts.

Powder walked beside Rosa, curiosity mingling with caution, unaware of the full measure of the thrill awaiting her. Rosa’s pulse quickened, not from lust, but from the exquisite tension of the chase. Coy whispered, approving and lewd, as the path to private quarters — and the next stage — opened.

TBC

 

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