Disclaimer: I grew up believing that Star Trek belonged to me
and me alone. I was wrong. These characters are the
property of Paramount-Viacom, Paramount owns it, them. I have
borrowed these characters for the evening.
Authors note: First stab at erotica. Tried my best. All comments welcome
and learned from.
Kirk sighed and snuggled closer to his lover. Now was definitely the time to ask.
"Have you thought about what I asked?"
Spock's deep voice floated back to him in the darkness. Just the
hint of a chuckle in it, "I thought I was enough for you. Are
you tired of me?"
Kirk reached out and playfully ran his fingers through his hair then
trailed his finger tips down the side of his face to his neck
before he answered, "I could never get tired of you. You know
that, it's just that I like to spice things up a little…
occasionally."
"I am working on it. But as you know these things take time, depending on the individual."
"Are you sure you don't mind?"
This time he did laugh and rolled onto his side until he was facing Kirk, his head propped in his hand.
"You worry too much, everything will be fine. She is a beautiful
woman, and you know we very often want the same thing."
He leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. When he pulled back, Kirk
began tracing slow lazy circles in the hair on his
chest.
"You know how I can be when I don't get what I want." His lips replaced
his hands at that last word and slowly he kissed his
way down his torso until he came to take his erection in his mouth.
Spock gasped and grabbed his head as the Captain began slowly teasing
the tip with his tongue, giving quick nips
between words. "Do -- it -- this -- week --"
Spock's only answer was a deep and raspy "Yes."
She didn't normally report to him and she had never been called to his
quarters before. This ought to be interesting. She
would get a look at the inner sanctum. The first officer was
definitely attractive. Most of the women, hell half the men on
board were attracted to him and she was no exception. But she
was the best qualified for this project and so she'd been
pressed into service. She transferred the info to a data disk
and left her cabin. He'd needed her to do a study of the L'ivisi
language. They'd just been absorbed by the Empire. Apparently
their chief talent was their strength and stamina. But they
weren't so talented that they couldn't be conquered. They'd make
a good laborer (read slave) race, but their language
needed more study as they refused to speak standard since the takeover
of their planet. The Empire did not tolerate
disobedience in any shape or form, and so the Enterprise had been assigned
the task of gathering the preliminary info.
Uhura knew she was good at what she did. She'd worked out the
basic roots of the language just as Spock had
requested. She doubted he would find fault with her work.
She reached his door and was greeted by his personal guard.
She didn't particularly care for them. The Vulcan Seren was stoic
as most Vulcans, he was neither friendly, nor obnoxious,
just cold. His counterpart Boone, no first name listed on his
service record, was both obnoxious and sometimes *too
friendly*. She'd run into him a couple of times when he was off
rotation and had had to use her knife once to get her point
across that she wasn't interested. He must have really enjoyed
the chase, because he was leering at her now.
Ignoring him she stated simply, "Commander Spock is expecting me."
They gave her the once over and stepped aside to allow her to enter.
Unable to resist, she asked sarcastically, "What?
You're not going to frisk me?"
Boone snickered, "You won't give me the chance. Maybe if you're really good the boss'll do it."
She rolled and her eyes and muttered "very funny" as she entered.
Fat chance she thought. While Spock was undeniably
attractive it was common knowledge that he was unavailable.
His quarters were dim, dry and hot. The heavy burgundy drapes
adorning the walls gave it the feel of a bordello, as well as
the flame from the firepot that caused the shadows to jump and skitter
across the walls. It hinted at passion and total
abandonment. It was a very sexy room, and it suited him. He was
seated at his desk working, his demeanor no different
then when he was on the bridge. She waited patiently until he
finished his task. Finally, his work done, he commanded his
monitor blank, stood and moved to the dresser and busied himself with
something there. Finally he turned to acknowledge
her presence.
"Lieutenant."
"Sir, I've finished the report you requested."
"I trust everything is in order?"
She held forth the data chip, "Of course sir."
He made no move to take it from her, instead only stood and regarded
her intently. The heat in the room made her perspire
lightly giving her skin a slight sheen.
"You may put it on the desk."
Walking slowly past him to his desk, she wondered what the hell was
going on. As she leaned over the desk she realized
that he had moved when she did and was standing directly behind her.
She could feel his heat, warmer still than the room
itself. She was aware of his scent, somewhat dry, musky and undeniably
male. His proximity excited her and she knew if
she moved she would not avoid touching him, so she remained immobile,
waiting. Wondering what would happen next
and yet knowing.
"Will that be all sir?"
"Lieutenant," he said, "I believe I would prefer for you to stay."
He placed his hand lightly on her shoulder and slowly ran it
down the length of her arm to her fingertips. The languid and
sensual movement started a growing knot of heat in her belly
that fanned out into a delicious shiver throughout her entire body.
"May I ask what you are doing?"
"Making *sure* you stay."
Suddenly he moved closer, one hand sliding around her waist to pull
her body firmly against his. She gasped softly at the
full contact then melted into the hardness of him. He began a
slow and thorough exploration of her body, his hard hands
caressing her soft places. Her waist, her hips, and when he grasped
her breasts in both hands she almost let loose just
standing there.
Both hands still on her breasts he bent down and kissed her neck, his
mouth hot and moist on her skin. He nuzzled her
neck like that for a moment and when he bit her she closed her eyes
and lost herself in the moment, grinding her hips into
his. She could feel his erection through the layers of clothes,
hard and pulsing in reply to each move she made.
It was sweet torture and she ached to feel him against her, inside of
her. As if reading her thoughts he stepped back and
she heard the rustle of cloth as he freed himself. She couldn't
see him and he still hadn't said a word, but the implicit
understanding of what was to occur was more exciting than any words
spoken. Sliding his hands under the short skirt he
grabbed the edge of her undergarments and pulled them down until they
fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and
spread her legs to allow him access. However, he took his time,
his long fingers stroking, and kneading her flesh.
He positioned himself between her legs not entering her, just gliding
back and forth across her swollen lips. She could feel
him growing harder and slicker with her own juices until she gritted
her teeth to keep from screaming. If she didn't have him
inside soon she would scream. At that thought he grabbed her hips,
pulled her up and slid into her in one smooth motion,
filling her totally with his thick hardness. The action caused her
to gasp and sent a thrill from the point of entry up into the
center of her. She leaned over and gripped the desk to brace herself
and thrust back against him, coming immediately. He
stood still, allowing her to contract around him and began stroking
slowly as the waves of her orgasm slowed.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out, each hot thrust radiated out
from her center to fill her skin from the inside. She turned
her head to the side moaning, her cheek pressed against the desk, her
breasts smashed flatter every time he drove into
her. She knew she was close to the edge again and he began pounding
her hard, causing her breath to come out in
ragged gasps.
Finally she could take no more and let go screaming unintelligible nothings.
His movements within her became static, jerky
and he too climaxed, exploding in her with a force she hadn't previously
experienced. When he ceased moving he slowly
began to withdraw until he slid out letting loose a gush of fluid that
trailed down her thigh. She stood slowly and reached up
to push the hair off of her face. She took a deep breath and
turned to face him. She wasn't sure what to say. Thank you
seemed inappropriate and inadequate as did every other word.
So she simply smiled. He had adjusted his clothing and
was regarding her with a hint of a smile on his face.
She found her voice and said the only thing she could think of, "Will that be all sir?"
He seemed highly amused by that. "For now," he replied.
She glanced down and caught sight of her panties crumpled on the floor.
She started to bend down to retrieve them but
was stopped by the sound of his voice.
"Leave them, I'm sure you have others."
"That I do," she said. "With your permission I'll be leaving now."
She turned to leave, a smile still on her face.
"Lieutenant? I may have need of your services in the future."
She nodded and left. Somehow she didn't think he was talking about
her communications skills.
When she was gone he sat down at his computer and opened a channel to the captain.
"Kirk here."
"Jim, I assume you are aware of what has just transpired?"
Kirk smiled charmingly. "Yes I saw. I was quite impressed with your
performance. However next time I'd rather play than
watch."
Spock smiled at his lover. "I can assure you that the Lt. will be amenable to any suggestions I make in those regards."
"Good work, why don't you rest up this evening?"
"An excellent suggestion, I shall do that."
"Good night Spock."
"Good night Jim."
End