preparing for when the zombies come (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} calicokat) wrote,@ 2009-05-10 16:11:00 |
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I'm really enjoying this so I think I'm going to spend this Trek high for all its worth and then finish everything else I have going. I forgot the excitement of new canon!
Title: The Language of His Body
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairings: Spock/Uhura
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Uhura and Spock in a private moment.
Notes: With guest sentences byblack_regalia!
Star Trek and all related properties © and TM 2009 CBS Studios Inc. and are used without permission.
The Language of His Body
bycalicokat
The first time she undressed Commander Spock, Nyota felt like she’d disrobed a statue: all still, pale, sculpted muscle. She sat on his lap, warm and near with their sex pressed too-chastely together despite the arousal firm beneath her weight.
She mustered a teasing smile.
“Am I doing something wrong?”
Spock regarded her naked body with a measured gaze.
“While I wish to respect the customs of human courtship, Vulcans consider it a shameful loss of self control to engage in sex for the purpose of recreation.”
“I’ll put my clothes back on,” she offered, carefully concealing her disappointment. She was under no illusions – she knew that navigating a cross-species relationship was going to be difficult.
Spock brought his hand to rest on the rise of her hip.
“That will not be necessary. I am sufficiently aroused to complete coitus.”
Nyota kissed the Vulcan coaxingly, lips pliant against his stiltedly reciprocative mouth. She’d lost her virginity to a boy in a moment of daring and independence growing up in the sub-tropical south of the United States of Africa. She’d had other brief but meaningful relationships before she enlisted in Starfleet. She gathered strength from those earlier experiences.
She tore the foil on the condom she’d been carrying since she first anticipated her relationship with Spock taking a turn towards physicality. She pinched its rubber tip and rolled it over him, listening to the infinitesimal changes in his steady breathing. She needed all her good ear for nuance to translate the subtle ways her lover communicated.
She rode him with the roll of her hips and dip and bob of her body, his sex thick within the embrace of her body. Her eyes rolled at the pleasure it sparked, but when she looked back at him, she discovered he’d closed his eyes against the sight of her. For a moment, Nyota almost stopped—almost broke away and left him wet with her cum and alone. Her stomach twisted as she imagined him shutting himself off, separating his physical hunger from his conscious unwillingness to copulate. It took trust and a firm grasp on her self esteem for her to clench the muscles of her hips around him, instead, and drag her slickness against his arousal, listening for only the next slight hitch of breath that betrayed the Vulcan’s continued interest.
He stunned her in the moment his affection caught up to her, no change on his part but her own heady realization: he had never had sex. What little vulnerability he betrayed was a gift more stunning than any night of passion in another human’s bed.
The catch of his breath and his cautious grasp on her hip would alone destroy him if he didn’t trust her implicitly not to go gossiping to her girlfriends about her bedroom exploits. He would be shamed to his father’s people and the heritage he was raised with to consider a night of passion for passion’s sake outside the mating bond, let alone act that passion out. This moment indulged only the human in him he so carefully concealed from everyone else. Joy filled her in the moment of comprehension. An orgasm shuddered through her but left her sex hot and only more desirous around him.
She brought him to a climax with the strength of her thighs to keep her bouncing against his hips without much help at all from her still-but-receptive partner. A breathy grunt escaped Spock’s throat and his fingers tightened minutely on her skin. Nyota grasped the back of his head and kissed him deep and long. She was breathless from the workout and grinding her second climax against his willing body as it swept like a solar wind through her abdomen. Adoration rushed through her pulsing blood as Spock gripped her in turn and returned every inch of that kiss.
She knew it was going to be difficult, but these moments that bridged the gap between their worlds were exactly what she loved.
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Through Thorns To the Stars>>
Title: The Language of His Body
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairings: Spock/Uhura
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Uhura and Spock in a private moment.
Notes: With guest sentences by
black_regalia!Star Trek and all related properties © and TM 2009 CBS Studios Inc. and are used without permission.
by
calicokatThe first time she undressed Commander Spock, Nyota felt like she’d disrobed a statue: all still, pale, sculpted muscle. She sat on his lap, warm and near with their sex pressed too-chastely together despite the arousal firm beneath her weight.
She mustered a teasing smile.
“Am I doing something wrong?”
Spock regarded her naked body with a measured gaze.
“While I wish to respect the customs of human courtship, Vulcans consider it a shameful loss of self control to engage in sex for the purpose of recreation.”
“I’ll put my clothes back on,” she offered, carefully concealing her disappointment. She was under no illusions – she knew that navigating a cross-species relationship was going to be difficult.
Spock brought his hand to rest on the rise of her hip.
“That will not be necessary. I am sufficiently aroused to complete coitus.”
Nyota kissed the Vulcan coaxingly, lips pliant against his stiltedly reciprocative mouth. She’d lost her virginity to a boy in a moment of daring and independence growing up in the sub-tropical south of the United States of Africa. She’d had other brief but meaningful relationships before she enlisted in Starfleet. She gathered strength from those earlier experiences.
She tore the foil on the condom she’d been carrying since she first anticipated her relationship with Spock taking a turn towards physicality. She pinched its rubber tip and rolled it over him, listening to the infinitesimal changes in his steady breathing. She needed all her good ear for nuance to translate the subtle ways her lover communicated.
She rode him with the roll of her hips and dip and bob of her body, his sex thick within the embrace of her body. Her eyes rolled at the pleasure it sparked, but when she looked back at him, she discovered he’d closed his eyes against the sight of her. For a moment, Nyota almost stopped—almost broke away and left him wet with her cum and alone. Her stomach twisted as she imagined him shutting himself off, separating his physical hunger from his conscious unwillingness to copulate. It took trust and a firm grasp on her self esteem for her to clench the muscles of her hips around him, instead, and drag her slickness against his arousal, listening for only the next slight hitch of breath that betrayed the Vulcan’s continued interest.
He stunned her in the moment his affection caught up to her, no change on his part but her own heady realization: he had never had sex. What little vulnerability he betrayed was a gift more stunning than any night of passion in another human’s bed.
The catch of his breath and his cautious grasp on her hip would alone destroy him if he didn’t trust her implicitly not to go gossiping to her girlfriends about her bedroom exploits. He would be shamed to his father’s people and the heritage he was raised with to consider a night of passion for passion’s sake outside the mating bond, let alone act that passion out. This moment indulged only the human in him he so carefully concealed from everyone else. Joy filled her in the moment of comprehension. An orgasm shuddered through her but left her sex hot and only more desirous around him.
She brought him to a climax with the strength of her thighs to keep her bouncing against his hips without much help at all from her still-but-receptive partner. A breathy grunt escaped Spock’s throat and his fingers tightened minutely on her skin. Nyota grasped the back of his head and kissed him deep and long. She was breathless from the workout and grinding her second climax against his willing body as it swept like a solar wind through her abdomen. Adoration rushed through her pulsing blood as Spock gripped her in turn and returned every inch of that kiss.
She knew it was going to be difficult, but these moments that bridged the gap between their worlds were exactly what she loved.
Through Thorns To the Stars>>
