Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Title: Night Watching
Author: Taffy Two Shoes northstargirl_uk@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17
Warning: Plot, what plot? Vanilla, no chocolate, no tutti-frutti,
no Rocky Road (precisely what favour is that anyhow?)
Notes: Based on Farfalla's challenges.
Author's Note: First TOS fic (if you can call this a fic.) Either
way, it's official. I'm a tosser ;o)
Night Watching
By Taffy Two Shoes
Space had a voice. It was a deep, oppressive silence, a hush more
real than sound... Uhura loved to listen to the absolute peace of
space, especially at night, when the bridge was down to a skeleton
crew, dimmed and quiet, and the Enterprise hung in orbit over an
uninhabited world. No chatter, no ships, no relays or probes. Just
space. And silence. And peace.
The receiver in her ear felt warm and familiar, the light tickle of
its impulses reminding her just why she loved communications. But
tonight there was no peace.
He was here again - the boy - the child with big brown eyes and a
generous, moist mouth.
She'd always had a soft spot for brown eyes.
He sat at the navigation console, running diagnostics on the systems
while the ship was in stationary orbit. Long delicate fingers
tapping a tattoo upon the toggles and dials.
Pavel...
He'd joined the crew a month ago, barely 21, barely old enough to
shave...such a child...
She watched him now, the frown creasing his brow as the data before
him scrolled rapidly. She wondered if the skin there was be salty
with sweat if she ran the tip of her tongue along the furrows and
what it would be like to continue down to those lips.
His mouth was made for kissing, wide and possessing. She knew they
would feel even better kissing her other, lower lips as well.
She'd teach him how she liked it. She guessed he would need
schooling. And she was good instructor...
But it didn't matter. After all, he was always a virgin in her
fantasies...
Space forgotten, she turned in her chair to face her console, afraid
the flush on her cheeks was giving her away. In her mind, the
ensign started at the feel of her tongue on his forehead.
"Sair...ma'am..." His voice cracked, pale cheeks staining crimson.
"Shhh..." she told him, silencing him with a kiss. His mouth was
frozen for a minute, and then responded. He moved to curve her in
his embrace but she pushed him back down in the chair. He looked up
at her, brown eyes Ð child's eyes Ð wide and afraid and yet
trusting.
She smiled, and then sat in his lap, legs curving over his thighs.
His chest was broader and more solid than she'd expected and the
unmistakable hard jut of his arousal pushed against her backside.
Not such a child then, but she knew he wasn't a man.
Yet...
She claimed his mouth again, shifting her body to rub against that
deliciously hard lump in his lap, making him groan. His hips moved
under her impatiently and she gasped as his arousal pressed and
teased her clit.
Pulling back, she slipped her uniform over her head. The man child
beneath her watched her movements, and she could hear the rapid pace
of his breathing. She took his hands and placed them on her bra.
She nodded once and Pavel gently released the catch and freed her
breasts. He brought one hand around to touch them, running a finger
over the rise and fall, circling a nipple. Fascination, reverence...
joy... She couldn't read the emotion in those eyes and the failure
frustrated her. Impatient, she grabbed a handful of his long silky
hair and pushed his face between the firm mounds. After his
initial `o' of surprise, he pressed his lips to her skin. She
gasped at the sensation of his tongue flicking at her nipples as he
kissed and sucked and teased.
And oh yes, he knew how to use that lovely generous mouth...
She rewarded his diligence by tugging the gold shirt from him and
devouring his chest and neck. The taste of him was spicy and fresh...
young. After a moment, he began to make little whimpering noises,
fighting for control. His hips fought to move under her and she
knew she had to pull back and slow this down. Shifting, taking the
pressure off his straining arousal, she took his hand and guided it
back to her breast.
His eyes were huge, all pupils, as he caressed her skin. His touch
so delicate and unsure she knew he'd never touched a woman like this
before. Gradually his hands moved lower until they brushed against
the thin lace of her thong.
He locked eyes with her. After a second, she nodded, giving
permission. He slowly eased her knickers down and away. Then his
fingers returned to her. He stroked the fur there first, tracing
the edges. She moaned softly at the unknowing tease and felt her
moisture soak into the fabric of his trousers.
Uhura shifted in her chair, uncomfortably wet and aching for the
touch she was imaging. Uncrossing her legs, she cast a glance
around. Of the few people on the bridge, none were facing in her
direction and even if they were, they would only see her back.
Slipping her hand over to the small drawer in her console, she took
out a spare ear-receiver. Slowly she brought it to her lap, and
then under her skirt. Deftly, she tucked it into her knickers. The
hard surface cool and unyielding against her clit. Then she brought
her hand back up to the console and toggled a button. The remote
vibrating alert convulsed the receiver and she had to swallow a gasp
at the tickle of sensation against her wetness.
In her mind, Chekov had pushed her back, pressing her to the floor,
burying that sweet, sweet mouth in her pussy. His tongue danced and
flickered over her nub, more and more and more...
Uhura pulled her hand away from the toggle. No. Not yet.
Chekov's hardness pressed against her thigh and she reached down
free it from its confines. His trousers slipped off easily and she
all but ripped away the small moistened briefs to reveal a long and
satisfyingly thick penis. She gripped it firmly and it jumped in
response, grew impossibly bigger and redder as she began to stroke
it. He moaned and whispered something in Russian, his boy's eyes
rolling back and closing. And he all but cried out when she took
him in her mouth, running her tongue along the ridge of his glans
and swallowing him to the root.
She tasted salt and heard the hitch in his breathing. Moving
swiftly, she pulled back and gripped the head of his penis between
her thumb and fingers and squeezed. His breathing gasped, hitched,
but he didn't come. He looked at her a little confused.
"Technique I picked up." She murmured as she brushed the sweat
soaked hair out of his eyes. His pupils looked huge and black, but
there was no fear in them now. She kissed the space between them
tenderly, almost maternally.
They cuddled for a moment and his breathing slowed a little. Then
she laid Pavel back on the deck, his erection standing proud and
ready. She cooed softly as straddled him, murmuring little comforts
as she lined his swollen member up. She paused a moment to toy with
her own entrance with the head and then sank down.
She touched the toggle and leant forward in the chair, pressing the
receiver into her.
His thick penis stretched her and she angled her body so the root of
it slid over her clit. She set the pace, slow and deep, knowing she
was frustrating him with the lack of speed.
She touched the toggle again.
He thrust up into her, trying to hurry her along, until he could
bear it no more and grabbed her roughly. He spun her over onto her
back, her legs wrapping firmly around his waist as he pistoned into
her, making her cry out at the sensation of being so completely and
wonderfully taken. Then she felt him throbbing inside her...
She pressed down hard on the toggle.
... heard the wonderful sound of his completion and her body exploded
around him.
And space was silent again. Her heartbeat slowed and she felt her
juices slick wetly around the receiver. It would have to stay there
until she got back to her cabin. Collins in Supplies kept wondering
what she did with them. One day, she might just tell him...
Or one day she might just get caught.
She smiled and listened to the silence again. Peace. And calm.
Now she could work. Until the next time...
She looked around. Pavel's eyes were wide and he looked away,
hurriedly.
The boy's cheeks were a little pink...
Flustered...
**Fin**
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