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Captain Providencia Castro stands in the mirror of her bedroom checking out the fit of her new black uniform as her lover, Fleet Captain Marco Julian Cruz watches. My OCs by www.deviantart.com/s2ka .

After spending a passion filled night together for the first time in years, Fleet Captain Cruz awakes to find his lover Captain Castro is already up, showered, dressed and busy putting the finishing touches on her plan for the 'Andorian Mission'. Sitting the small desk in the corner of the dimly illuminated room and typing furiously at the computer terminal there, Providencia Castro looks up for a moment from her work to gaze at the handsome man who now stirs awake in her bed. A cup of coffee sits on the desk beside the captain as she works. She pauses for a moment, placing the computer program on pause as she reaches for the cup and brings it to her lips while admiring the chiselled, naked man rolling over in the bed.

Castro takes a big sip of the strong, hot, black brew as her eyes gaze up and down Cruz's frame, lingering for a moment on his groin before travelling up to his face just as his eyes open. The Fleet Captain's dark but greying hair is wild now, far from the distinguished style he's known for as he gazes around the dimly lit room through slitted eyelids for a moment, trying to get his barings. Until finally his eyes find the beautiful woman seated at a desk across the room, smiling admiringly at him from behind a computer screen.

"Good morning, handsome.." Castro says pleasantly, as she puts her coffee cup down.

Cruz smiles slightly as he rises up on his elbows to talk to his paramour. Still feeling a little tired from having little sleep after leaving Starbase 234 ahead of Timochenko's attack, Cruz still has a few cobwebs in his head.

"Thank you, beautiful..." Cruz responds warmly, smiling slightly. "Buenos Dias to you... what time is it?"

"0430.." Castro replies. "I got up an hour ago, showered, got dressed and finished my report to Governor Cooper. He likes to have reports on his desk before dawn as he used to say when he was captain of the POTEMKIN."

Cruz sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, placing his bare feet on the cold floor.

"Damn you've been busy so far this morning..." Cruz says while running his fingers through his tangled hair. "I didn't realise how tired my body was. I haven't had more than three hours sleep per day since leaving 234..."

Castro grinned widely at Cruz's words as she crosses her legs beneath the desk and sits back on her chair.

"So you weren't at your best last night when you took me to bed and wore me out?" Castro asks incredulously. "I have to say, you fooled me!"

Cruz laughing stands up and stretches his arms to fully awaken. He glances around the room and spots the bathroom door. Smiling, he walks naked over to Castro still seated at her desk and kisses her softly on the lips. Her eyes again gaze at his manhood as he walks over and she bites her bottom lip before he reaches the desk. After the kiss, she sighs as he stands back up a few inches in front of her. His fit and finely muscled nude body burning with the vigor it has been in her memory and arousing her as much as he did years ago during their passionate relationship.

"The shower's in there.." Castro says as she points to the open bathroom door.

Cruz smiles seductively as he crosses his arms on his chest, staring down at her upturned face.

"So you're turning down another round?" Cruz says enticingly.

Castro nods her head as she gets back to her work on the computer.

"Unfortunately, for now I am, mi amour.." She replies with a sigh. "But you know I'll want it again very soon!"

Cruz shakes his head as he walks away and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. A few moments later the sound of running shower water can be heard through the door.

Castro follows him with her eyes for a moment then gets back to work. After a few minutes, she completes her task and sends the report off to the governor's computer.

Castro sighs again as she exhales. Her mind going over her plan for stopping the Terran governor of Andoria from defecting to Timochenko and taking his province with him. Losing the Andorian system with its Starfleet squadron of twelve powerful capital ships would endanger the Imperial core worlds and put Terra, Vulcan, and Tellar Prime within striking range by Timochenko's forces. The governor has to be either captured or killed before he can publicly declare for Timochenko and turn the fortress Andorian system against the Senate.

The Andorian system is one of the most heavily fortified Terran provinces in the Empire. After the last major rebellion in the late 2150's Empress Hoshi Sato fortified key sectors where treason had raised its head. Andoria had been identified as a major problem and the empress ordered defenses built to prevent it from ever falling into hostile hands or being the cradle for future revolution. The Terrans constructed dozens of interlocked battle platforms armed with photon cannons and phaser banks deployed on the outer perimeter of the solar system surrounded by minefields in the system's Ort Cloud. Those mines are cleverly concealed in the ice fragments and asteroids that comprise the cloud making them impossible to detect. Only with the assistance of Terran Ground Control on Andoria, can a ship enter or leave the Andorian system without being destroyed.

"Getting permission to enter the Andorian system and later entrance to the Terran Imperial Governor's Headquarters will be tough and require careful planning and sheer audacity.." Castro thinks to herself.

At that moment she remembers the small box in the drawer of the desk she's sitting behind. Castro opens the top drawer and takes the box out. She places it on the desk. It is a small, black box, unremarkable looking except for the Terran Imperial Seal on the lid. She opens it and grins slightly at the item within, the Terran Starfleet Valor Award. Governor Cooper had heard that Castro had given her own medal to her bodyguard commander Lieutenant Gabby Gutierrez, so he sent a replacement with a note to the quarters he had assigned to the captain while her ship is being refitted.

Castro takes the medal out and pins it to her golden breastplate, in the spot where her original award had been. She closes the box and puts it back in the drawer. She takes out the note that has the governor's wax seal on it. She breaks the seal and opens the folded paper revealing the hand written message from Cooper.

'You are as impatient as always but that's one of the reasons I love you, my protégé. I am proud of you and proud to be your friend!' Signed Cooper in his flamboyant script.

Castro smiles warmly at the words of this thoughtful note and gesture from her old captain and mentor. Such thoughtfulness is rarely seen from Terrans except for between close family or dear comrades. Such gestures are regarded as 'superfluous' or 'soft' in greater Terran society and thus it's rarity. But when shown between good and long friends, it is appreciated.

Castro is lost in thought when minutes later Cruz emerges from the shower, wrapped in a large, blue towel and slightly dripping water on the floor. He winks at Castro as he walks quickly over to the foot of the bed where a brown leather Ottoman bench has been set up. On the bench is a fresh uniform for him, sent by the governor's staff.

"Now this is what I call service!" Cruz declares, laughing. "I had spent days in my old uniform.."

Castro grins as she listens and watches him finish drying off.

"I had the quartermaster from my ship send down some underwear for you and t-shirts. They are in the Ottoman." Castro says. "I believe that I have your sizes correct, but let me know if I don't. I'm going by memory..."

Cruz drops the towel after drying and opens the Ottoman's lid. He finds several pairs of standard Terran military briefs, black in color with matching undershirts. All emblazoned with the Terran Empire symbol. There are also a dozen pair of standard issue black socks and a bottle of his favorite cologne. Cruz grabs the cologne grinning slightly as he sprays his body. Next he takes out a set and pulls them on quickly. Nodding his head in satisfaction, pleased with the fit and the scent...

"Your memory is very good it seems..." Cruz says sounding impressed.

Castro grins slightly as she watches him finish getting dressed.

"So it seems...' she replies. "And you've obviously kept yourself fit. As a Terran soldier should."

Cruz cuts his eyes over at her with a smirk on his handsome face.

"Would you expect any less from me, my love?" Cruz says as he pulls on his uniform and breastplate.

He sits down on the Ottoman, pulling on his socks then his polished boots. As he sits up after completing his task he finds her standing now in front of the wide mirror on the wall opposite the bed.

Castro stands there adjusting her new uniform, her weapons belt, dagger and holster. She runs her hands over her body, smoothing out the new black uniform, looking for imperfections. She carefully eyes how it caresses her figure, slightly seductively but deathly professionally. Castro checks and adjusts her long black tresses with her fingers, making sure that they fall a certain way on her shoulders and down her back. Finally turning around to check out her posterior in the mirror, searching for panty lines while making sure her rear end doesn't look too big in the new uniform.

Castro smiles as she finds no flaws in her appearance. She has long believed that a captain should always look the part. Smart, confident, brave, and attractive. Not only to her crew, but to her opponents especially. Castro loves the thought of looking attractive to her enemy as she takes their life... "give them one last glance at beauty before they die..."

Cruz relaxes on the bench, enjoying the 'show' as his paramour stands in the mirror, adjusting...

"Very impressive..." Cruz says, smiling slightly as he watches her check out her own butt.

Castro cuts a quick glance at his reflection in the mirror. She instantly sees the expression of admiration on his face and how his eyes light up as he watches her.

"I am making sure that these Vulcan tailors got my uniforms correct..." Castro says. "I like my uniforms to fit in a certain way..."

Cruz nods in agreement as he watches her adjust her boots.

"Everything looks good from where I'm sitting.." He says calmly.

Castro smiles warmly at him and winks.

"I knew you'd say something like that.." Castro replies amused. "Well, at least my butt doesn't look big in this and it feels comfortable. I'll be able to cut some throats in it without a problem.."

Cruz stands up and walks over to her, taking her in his arms. She does not resist, smiling slyly at him...

"Providencia, I have never known a more beautiful woman than you.." He says as he pulls her close to kiss her beautiful lips...

"I know...." She replies before kissing him deeply...

In The Mirror.. Passionate Reunion!

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In The Mirror.. Exactly What Was Needed!

Description
Captain Providencia Castro stands in the mirror of her bedroom checking out the fit of her new black uniform as her lover, Fleet Captain Marco Julian Cruz watches. My OCs by www.deviantart.com/s2ka .

After spending a passion filled night together for the first time in years, Fleet Captain Cruz awakes to find his lover Captain Castro is already up, showered, dressed and busy putting the finishing touches on her plan for the 'Andorian Mission'. Sitting the small desk in the corner of the dimly illuminated room and typing furiously at the computer terminal there, Providencia Castro looks up for a moment from her work to gaze at the handsome man who now stirs awake in her bed. A cup of coffee sits on the desk beside the captain as she works. She pauses for a moment, placing the computer program on pause as she reaches for the cup and brings it to her lips while admiring the chiselled, naked man rolling over in the bed.

Castro takes a big sip of the strong, hot, black brew as her eyes gaze up and down Cruz's frame, lingering for a moment on his groin before travelling up to his face just as his eyes open. The Fleet Captain's dark but greying hair is wild now, far from the distinguished style he's known for as he gazes around the dimly lit room through slitted eyelids for a moment, trying to get his barings. Until finally his eyes find the beautiful woman seated at a desk across the room, smiling admiringly at him from behind a computer screen.

"Good morning, handsome.." Castro says pleasantly, as she puts her coffee cup down.

Cruz smiles slightly as he rises up on his elbows to talk to his paramour. Still feeling a little tired from having little sleep after leaving Starbase 234 ahead of Timochenko's attack, Cruz still has a few cobwebs in his head.

"Thank you, beautiful..." Cruz responds warmly, smiling slightly. "Buenos Dias to you... what time is it?"

"0430.." Castro replies. "I got up an hour ago, showered, got dressed and finished my report to Governor Cooper. He likes to have reports on his desk before dawn as he used to say when he was captain of the POTEMKIN."

Cruz sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, placing his bare feet on the cold floor.

"Damn you've been busy so far this morning..." Cruz says while running his fingers through his tangled hair. "I didn't realise how tired my body was. I haven't had more than three hours sleep per day since leaving 234..."

Castro grinned widely at Cruz's words as she crosses her legs beneath the desk and sits back on her chair.

"So you weren't at your best last night when you took me to bed and wore me out?" Castro asks incredulously. "I have to say, you fooled me!"

Cruz laughing stands up and stretches his arms to fully awaken. He glances around the room and spots the bathroom door. Smiling, he walks naked over to Castro still seated at her desk and kisses her softly on the lips. Her eyes again gaze at his manhood as he walks over and she bites her bottom lip before he reaches the desk. After the kiss, she sighs as he stands back up a few inches in front of her. His fit and finely muscled nude body burning with the vigor it has been in her memory and arousing her as much as he did years ago during their passionate relationship.

"The shower's in there.." Castro says as she points to the open bathroom door.

Cruz smiles seductively as he crosses his arms on his chest, staring down at her upturned face.

"So you're turning down another round?" Cruz says enticingly.

Castro nods her head as she gets back to her work on the computer.

"Unfortunately, for now I am, mi amour.." She replies with a sigh. "But you know I'll want it again very soon!"

Cruz shakes his head as he walks away and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. A few moments later the sound of running shower water can be heard through the door.

Castro follows him with her eyes for a moment then gets back to work. After a few minutes, she completes her task and sends the report off to the governor's computer.

Castro sighs again as she exhales. Her mind going over her plan for stopping the Terran governor of Andoria from defecting to Timochenko and taking his province with him. Losing the Andorian system with its Starfleet squadron of twelve powerful capital ships would endanger the Imperial core worlds and put Terra, Vulcan, and Tellar Prime within striking range by Timochenko's forces. The governor has to be either captured or killed before he can publicly declare for Timochenko and turn the fortress Andorian system against the Senate.

The Andorian system is one of the most heavily fortified Terran provinces in the Empire. After the last major rebellion in the late 2150's Empress Hoshi Sato fortified key sectors where treason had raised its head. Andoria had been identified as a major problem and the empress ordered defenses built to prevent it from ever falling into hostile hands or being the cradle for future revolution. The Terrans constructed dozens of interlocked battle platforms armed with photon cannons and phaser banks deployed on the outer perimeter of the solar system surrounded by minefields in the system's Ort Cloud. Those mines are cleverly concealed in the ice fragments and asteroids that comprise the cloud making them impossible to detect. Only with the assistance of Terran Ground Control on Andoria, can a ship enter or leave the Andorian system without being destroyed.

"Getting permission to enter the Andorian system and later entrance to the Terran Imperial Governor's Headquarters will be tough and require careful planning and sheer audacity.." Castro thinks to herself.

At that moment she remembers the small box in the drawer of the desk she's sitting behind. Castro opens the top drawer and takes the box out. She places it on the desk. It is a small, black box, unremarkable looking except for the Terran Imperial Seal on the lid. She opens it and grins slightly at the item within, the Terran Starfleet Valor Award. Governor Cooper had heard that Castro had given her own medal to her bodyguard commander Lieutenant Gabby Gutierrez, so he sent a replacement with a note to the quarters he had assigned to the captain while her ship is being refitted.

Castro takes the medal out and pins it to her golden breastplate, in the spot where her original award had been. She closes the box and puts it back in the drawer. She takes out the note that has the governor's wax seal on it. She breaks the seal and opens the folded paper revealing the hand written message from Cooper.

'You are as impatient as always but that's one of the reasons I love you, my protégé. I am proud of you and proud to be your friend!' Signed Cooper in his flamboyant script.

Castro smiles warmly at the words of this thoughtful note and gesture from her old captain and mentor. Such thoughtfulness is rarely seen from Terrans except for between close family or dear comrades. Such gestures are regarded as 'superfluous' or 'soft' in greater Terran society and thus it's rarity. But when shown between good and long friends, it is appreciated.

Castro is lost in thought when minutes later Cruz emerges from the shower, wrapped in a large, blue towel and slightly dripping water on the floor. He winks at Castro as he walks quickly over to the foot of the bed where a brown leather Ottoman bench has been set up. On the bench is a fresh uniform for him, sent by the governor's staff.

"Now this is what I call service!" Cruz declares, laughing. "I had spent days in my old uniform.."

Castro grins as she listens and watches him finish drying off.

"I had the quartermaster from my ship send down some underwear for you and t-shirts. They are in the Ottoman." Castro says. "I believe that I have your sizes correct, but let me know if I don't. I'm going by memory..."

Cruz drops the towel after drying and opens the Ottoman's lid. He finds several pairs of standard Terran military briefs, black in color with matching undershirts. All emblazoned with the Terran Empire symbol. There are also a dozen pair of standard issue black socks and a bottle of his favorite cologne. Cruz grabs the cologne grinning slightly as he sprays his body. Next he takes out a set and pulls them on quickly. Nodding his head in satisfaction, pleased with the fit and the scent...

"Your memory is very good it seems..." Cruz says sounding impressed.

Castro grins slightly as she watches him finish getting dressed.

"So it seems...' she replies. "And you've obviously kept yourself fit. As a Terran soldier should."

Cruz cuts his eyes over at her with a smirk on his handsome face.

"Would you expect any less from me, my love?" Cruz says as he pulls on his uniform and breastplate.

He sits down on the Ottoman, pulling on his socks then his polished boots. As he sits up after completing his task he finds her standing now in front of the wide mirror on the wall opposite the bed.

Castro stands there adjusting her new uniform, her weapons belt, dagger and holster. She runs her hands over her body, smoothing out the new black uniform, looking for imperfections. She carefully eyes how it caresses her figure, slightly seductively but deathly professionally. Castro checks and adjusts her long black tresses with her fingers, making sure that they fall a certain way on her shoulders and down her back. Finally turning around to check out her posterior in the mirror, searching for panty lines while making sure her rear end doesn't look too big in the new uniform.

Castro smiles as she finds no flaws in her appearance. She has long believed that a captain should always look the part. Smart, confident, brave, and attractive. Not only to her crew, but to her opponents especially. Castro loves the thought of looking attractive to her enemy as she takes their life... "give them one last glance at beauty before they die..."

Cruz relaxes on the bench, enjoying the 'show' as his paramour stands in the mirror, adjusting...

"Very impressive..." Cruz says, smiling slightly as he watches her check out her own butt.

Castro cuts a quick glance at his reflection in the mirror. She instantly sees the expression of admiration on his face and how his eyes light up as he watches her.

"I am making sure that these Vulcan tailors got my uniforms correct..." Castro says. "I like my uniforms to fit in a certain way..."

Cruz nods in agreement as he watches her adjust her boots.

"Everything looks good from where I'm sitting.." He says calmly.

Castro smiles warmly at him and winks.

"I knew you'd say something like that.." Castro replies amused. "Well, at least my butt doesn't look big in this and it feels comfortable. I'll be able to cut some throats in it without a problem.."

Cruz stands up and walks over to her, taking her in his arms. She does not resist, smiling slyly at him...

"Providencia, I have never known a more beautiful woman than you.." He says as he pulls her close to kiss her beautiful lips...

"I know...." She replies before kissing him deeply...

In The Mirror.. Passionate Reunion!

Mature Content

In The Mirror.. Exactly What Was Needed!