Moira is not entirely certain how to get expressions out of Peka, but she's smart and great at reading faces so she's sure she can learn.

She brushes the hair out of Peka's eyes, continuing to brush her hand downward to see where Peka reacts most. 

Peka actually reacts kind of a lot to all of it, especially when more of Moira's hand is in contact with her, but, yes, she does also have specific erogenous zones and will squirm when they are found.

Moira is curious how much long she can keep Peka squirming continuously for.

Continuous is hard! She keeps trying to catch her breath! But it's not that hard to turn that into "keeps needing to catch her breath"...

Oh my. 

Eventually, after a while of this, she decides it's time for Peka to squirm in a more productive way.

She can produce! She can produce... sounds! And wiggles! And desperate pleading! And depending on Moira's reaction to that last, also orgasms!

Soon dear, soon. First Peka has to get Moira to make faces of her own.

Yes ma'am!

Moira can conveniently push Peka's face places so that Peka won't notice Moira's lack of control over her own expressions.

Also Moira appreciates being called ma'am again, she missed that. 

It's a much happier sort of ma'am than the kind that scary cleans get. (It's actually a slightly different word, in Tapap.)

Such a good word to learn from Peka.

As a reward she'll bring Peka back to the point of needing to catch her breath, and then, after the briefest pause, to orgasm. 

Peka's a screamer. Good thing they're in space. And also a holodeck.

"Well then."

Moira takes a bit to catch her own breath.

"You make quite a nice assortment of faces, dear."

"Thank you ma'am!"

Eee, Moira is happy about the ma'am. Peka can have a kiss in return.

Kiss!!

Moira cuddles with Peka for some more time, but eventually it grows late.

"Would you like to join me and the captain and some of the crew for dinner?"

"I would love to."

The private dining room is outside the holodeck, and has a diverse selection of alien foods based on advice from Moira on what Peka enjoys. Sierra, Vira, and Lucien are among the attendees of the dinner.

"Hi!!"

"Hi! Can you tell that you're polluted?"

Vira is ready to work on pollution things instead of terraforming now, it's very exciting.

"- oh, is that the kind of things space aliens like to talk about at dinner? Uh, I am aware, that I am polluted, and have been assuming you have plans to clean up after me if you don't want it to be a whole thing."

Sierra, not for the first time, wonders whether it would be worth Vira's res-earch time for Vira to invent tact and how to talk to people.

"Sorry, Vira isn't very good at figuring out how to talk about things other than just asking about them right away."

"She's very excited about moving on to new research topics from terra-forming and figurin' out how to help Amentans with pollution things is a big one - we have plans to clean up after you for dipl-o-matic reasons, yeah."

"We can talk about that after dinner if you'd prefer - or not at all if you would rather not."

"But she didn't say whether her sense of poll-ution is innate and sensory or just a fact she- oh I should talk about other things now instead maybe. Sorry."

Peka shrugs awkwardly and starts eating.