The Physiology of Sex
The Physiology of Sex
Summary: Just go with it.
Date: 122 ACH
Related Logs: None
Players:
Tais..Steven..

Tais has found a quiet corner in recovery and also a rolling piece of acrylic which she is using to take notes on. Standing on the other side, the letters are more hieroglyphics to anyone not on Tais' side. In her hand is a black grease pencil with which she pauses periodically in thought before continuing.

Steven opens his mouth to speak, but glances at the few patients in the beds. He moves a bit closer before clearing his throat, watching for a moment as she takes notes.

Tais first sees the pilots outline through the clear pane. A look of utter embarrassment washes over her skin and with a fierce effort pushes the apparatus behind a curtain, standing before it, almost daring him to push past her to see it. "S-Steven!" No no no! "Lieutenant!" she quickly remands.

Steven glances toward the hatch before stepping towards her, "Lieutenant?…" He reaches out a hand for her, "Tais…" He pauses, and looks at the curtain, and back to her.

Tais's lips offer up a tremulous smile, the grease pencil held in a death grip in her hand. "How are you? Did you fly today?" Dear gods, she's babbling.

Steven slows to a stop in front of her. He glances down, at the white knuckles, and slowly reaches down to take her first. He gently works her fingers loose, extracting the two parts of the pencil, "Not yet.. in a few hourse I've got a hop.." He looks at her a moment, "Are you alright?"

Tais nods furtively, her eyes locked to his face, her fingers tingling where they are touched. Is she alright? She thinks she is, was…will be once this feeling of defeat leaves her. "A-A hop?"

Steven smiles slightly, and puts the broken pencil down, "A hop.. A jump.. What we call a flight." He doesn't let her hand for for a few moments, "What are ya…" He glances toward the acrylic, "Workin on?"

Tais's body temperature escalates, the tingling spreading. She doesn't know how to lie, to cover the truth with concealment. And so, slowly, she pulls the board into view, allowing him to see the list of 'Hierarchy of Needs' written in small, precise lettering.

The first: Physiological Needs
These are biological needs. They consist of needs for oxygen, food, water, and a relatively constant body temperature. They are the strongest needs because if a person were deprived of all needs, the physiological ones would come first in the person's search for satisfaction.
Then,

Safety Needs:
When all physiological needs are satisfied and are no longer controlling thoughts and behaviors, the needs for security can become active. Adults have little awareness of their security needs except in times of emergency or periods of disorganization in the social structure (such as widespread rioting). Children often display the signs of insecurity and the need to be safe.
The next:

Needs of Love, Affection and Belongingness
When the needs for safety and for physiological well-being are satisfied, the next class of needs for love, affection and belongingness can emerge. Maslow states that people seek to overcome feelings of loneliness and alienation. This involves both giving and receiving love, affection and the sense of belonging.
And then the last and unfinished,

Needs for Esteem
When the first three classes of needs are satisfied, the needs for esteem can become dominant. These involve needs…

Her framed eyes fall, a look of concern on her face, "I feel as though I missed something critical last night, Steven…"

Steven glances over the list, and looks back to her, "What did you leave some towels in the floor?"

Color once more sweeps Tais' face as she protests, "No! Of course not! I folded each one exactly as it was before and placed them in the precise spot!"

Steven chuckles, and glancing back again, reaches out to slip his arm around her, "I'm not sure what you missed then…"

You say, "But, Steven. Certainly I am not your only option for satisfying your biological urges…Look." She pulls a book from a squat set of stacked books, flipping to a marked page as she reads,

"There are significant differences between men and women in the relationship between physiological and subjective arousal." She flips another
page, "Male genital arousal is simply easier to notice than female genital arousal. Men also seem to be more attentive than women to all kinds
of physiological signals, not just sexual ones." Pushing her glasses more securely on her nose she looks earnestly into his face, "I feel I was not as attentive to your physiological needs as I should have been."

Steven shakes his head, and pulls the book from her grasp. Letting it drop, he reaches up to draw off her glasses, setting them on the book. He reaches up to pull her to him for a moment, and presses his lips to hers.

All subsequent thoughts of the monitoring of genital temperature flees from her mind as she feels his lips upon hers. She forces her mind to stop cataloging and simply enjoy the reaction his nearness creates. Softly, her arms slip around his neck, her body fitting to his with a tenderly pleasurable sound from her throat.

Steven smiles slightly, "That ain't in your book Doctor."

Tais's lashes lift slowly, her eyes a languid, deep green as she looks into his own. Her mouth is swollen as she whispers, "N-Not explained in such…an eloquent fashion, Lieutenant, no."

Steven smiles, and leans over to whipser, "Relax.. Its not science… You're supposed to enjoy yourself.. Not succeed."

Tais trembles as the feel of his breath caresses her skin, a most physiological and delicious response, "And so…you do not feel the monitoring of your genital temperature and its result would perhaps heighten your subsequent pleasure?" The words are whispered and were they of a different variety may be quite erotic in nature.

Steven pauses a moment and covers her mouth with his again. He lingers a little longer over this kiss, before pulling back to whispers, "What temperature was that, Tais?"

Tais breathes softly, a tiny catch in her throat as her lips brush his in response, "M-Monitoring genital temperature…"

Steven presses another kiss to her, muffling the rest of the phrase.

With a free hand, Tais pulls the curtain between the room and them as she fits herself closer to you, stopping the show for the moment to those present. Her head moves slowly, tasting your mouth, her fingers caressing the flesh at your neck, allowing herself to feel rather than think.

Steven slips his arms around her, pulling her tight against him. He whispers against her lips, "No monitoring."

Tais's eyes search yours, "No?"

Steven shakes his head, and answers gently, "No.." He lifts and hand to brush her cheek, "No books…. No readouts.." He kisses her again, "Just that.. just ..us."

Tais nods silently, relinquishing herself to his care. "Yes. Just us."

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