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It's nice to get a chance to relax together

Meluly had gone along cooperatively with Katara, following the girl to her room. Getting along so well has left a little skip in her step, and she slides the door behind them shut before momentarily claiming Toph's bed to perch on the edge of, watching Katara with a vague, pleasant expression. Her body language is halfway tense, halfway languid in odd increments, not quite sure of what she wants, but happy enough with anything that comes along.

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Katara tried to not make things awkward. She was happy to have a friend over especially someone she could actually get close with. When they were both in the dorm she gave Meluly a hug and sat her on Toph's bed.

Katara gave her a smile and sat in a cross legged position. "So..tell me about Lafiel."

Meluly absently stretches, wiggling in place. It's like watching a cat. With the subtle self-awareness she has in public half-dropped, more leg and thigh and collarbone show than usual as the dress-wrap shifts around on her.

"Well, for one thing, she's technically an 'Empress'."

Katara notuced and giggled good naturedly. She really does like llike them two.

"What else is she?"

"A starship captain. It's interesting... their technology is so ahead of ours in some ways and so behind in others. They actually have crew positions for stuff that we've run all automated for a generation now."

She wiggles over, so she can lean against Katara a bit.

"I've met a Captain, actually, but you know him already, Captain Picard," Katara said, stroking Meluly's hair. "Technology is so fascinating to me, but I don't know if I like the price paid for having it. More wars, more fighting, complexes people have about how good they have it over somebody else. It's amazing that even with all of that innovation, people still can't try to stop themselves from becoming monsters."

"Sentient nature doesn't change," Luly says with a little sigh. "It's just the same things on before on a bigger scale. But better technology means there's less to fight over. That doesn't keep people from fighting, but if you want to play the odds, you have to make it so it's not a need." She twists to look up at Katara. "And sometimes having that technology is the only way you can survive at all, if a threat from something else shows up..."

"I think I can understand that," Katara said, "Although what I don't like is the arrogance that comes with having all of that technology. I know it can be used to help people: I've seen people on the ship use it to try and help other people. I've also seen people who try to act like having all of that technology makes them better than someone else who doesn't have it. It's just unnecessary. I mean, we could all learn a lot from each other, don't you think? Me learning from you, you learning from me..."

And here she snuggled next to her.

"Mmm-hmm," Meluly says, and wraps an arm around Katara. She wiggles, moving to lie next to her facing her rather than just lean on her, pulling Katara along with her. "But if those people didn't have technology as a reason, they'd just find something else. It's always just a justification."

"I know," Katara said, but its a little harder for her to have a sad face when the girl who likes making her blush is snuggling next to her and looking at her. "Sometimes all you need is a desire to crush things under your feet is all you need. With the right kind of power, you can do anything."

She put her head on Meluly's collarbone, sighing, then smiling. "Things will just get worse from here. Better to take the moments where its calm, if only for a little while."

Luly squeezes Katara against herself, taking in the scent of her hair. "I haven't had a good cuddle like this in a while. Thank you, Katara." Her fingers trace little absently patterns across the back of Katara's plantsuit. "I could almost see you as a one of my people if you were a little more open," she says honestly. "You've got the mindset for it."

Katara smiled. "I honestly think you're one of the coolest women on the ship, Meluly. I could never do this with anyone else, male or female, unless they were Aang. I want to know more about your culture, it seems much more free than anything I've known. I could never be like this on my world: we rely on rules, on strict sense of duty, on whatever family we have. It;s a nice life, but there are times when its too much, and shouldering all the things I have gets....burdensome. I'm so lonely sometimes, and all I can do is train, or meditate, or pretend to smile."

And here she nuzzled against Meluly's neck, breathing her scent too. "I wouldn't mind learning more about your people. They seem to be full of wisdom I'd never know."

With her lack of a plantsuit, Meluly is a little earthier than most of the crewmates; her kind don't sweat so easily as most humans, but going through the ship corridors always leaves her with at least a little perspiration.

"The best wisdom we'd have is that you shouldn't do what you do just because somebody else tells you that. We're—we were—" and her voice breaks, for just a moment, "—r-remaking ourselves."

The enormity of the situation and her role in it hit her again, suddenly, and she clings a little tighter to Katara.

Katara doesn't mind the smell of sweat. In her line of work, its just something that happens. With Meluly, her sweat wasn't bothersome: if anything, it proved she was a hard worker, just like her.

"You're right about that, but I was one of the few people who believed that. Everyone preferred to just believe what they were taught: I didn't."

When she saw how effected Meluly was about her people, she held her closer, almost lovingly. "Tell me about it, if you can."

"I..." Meluly lets out a little hiss between her teeth. "I can't. Right now." She wiggles against Katara, pulling her up a little so she can bury her head in the crook of Katara's shoulder, uneven breath tickling against her neck.

"Okay," Katara said softly. "That's fine. I won't push you. I just...I want you to know I'll listen, okay? To anything you have to say, anytime if I can spare it. My door is always open to you. I won't let you suffer by yourself."

And to prove it, she kissed the top of Meluly's head and held her tighter.

"You're pretty old for your age," Meluly says half-jokingly. "How old are you?" She's always had a horrible eye for ages. She can tell Katara's just a girl, but—if it weren't for her half-respect for watching out for Human traditions, she wouldn't care at all. She seems so much the kind of the person who would be a good companion.

Katara chuckled. "I didn't really have a choice there. But if you want to know how old I am, I'm fourteen. I wish I could say I felt that way, but, well, wars, looking after your tribe, learning your bending under duress, it changes you. It makes you older, and you just don't have a choice. You just...you care for people as much as you can."

And here she grinned. "If you need to get away from me now because I'm so young, you can now. I guess I'll understand."

"I don't really care," Meluly admits, and twists to brush her lips in an almost-kiss against Katara's jaw. "But stop me before I corrupt you too much, or other people will complain. Unless you can figure out a way to pin all the blame on yourself." Her eyes drift shut. "You seem like the kind of person who could understand... stress relief the same way a lot of the Nazzadi do."

"Why would you corrupt me?" Katara asked the question honestly, staring at Meluly. "What do you want me to take the blame for? I'll do it if you're bothered by our closeness. I...I just like being near you. It's comforting. You're not a sister or mother, you're...you. I care about you, ok? If I can relieve your stress, I'd like to, okay?"

She was warm against the kiss, and leans the woman closer. "But I know for most people its strange. I don;t want to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm talking about the kind of stress relief Human adults get bothered about when there are 'children' involved," Meluly says, tone a little more serious. "What goes next after all those kisses. I'm sure you must have an idea."

"I..." Katara did blush here, but she did look brave too. "I have an idea, I'd have to. But I'm sure you know that I'm saving that for one person only, and it will be a long time before we get there anyway. But..."

She hugged her close, smiling. "I like being here with you. Is that okay?"

"Yeah." She pouts a little, but there's not much feeling in it. "Everybody around here's so... stuck-up." And the ones who would be willing to half some half-casual sex are too creepy or annoying to be interesting partners.

She wiggles against Katara a little and manuevers to try for another long kiss as way to bleed off a little of her frustration.

Katara gave her that kiss, because she needed it too. Katara, after all, was alone, and there would never be anyone that she knew would be receptive to her. She was sad and Meluly was sad, and she wanted Meluly to be happy with that girl.

"I won't be stuck up," Katara said. "I care about you."

And she kissed her again.

Meluly melts pleasantly into the kiss, and the arm wrapped around Katara drifts down to touch against the girl's hip. "Just—tell me if I do something you don't want me to. I have bad judgment." It's a funny thing to hear from her, but—in some ways, it's true. She's never been very good at holding herself back. But that's part of what makes her a good pilot.

Katara leaned to her touch, and hugged her closely. "I'll let you know," Katara said, and snuggled closely against her. "You're warm.

And here she just hugged Meluly closer, and smiled. "I'm sure she'll be responsive to you. How could she not?"

It's nice to get a chance to relax together

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