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Title: Spend
Author: ebonbird
Characters: Nyota Uhura. Spock.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mature Themes
Wordcount: 568
Disclaimer: Star Trek not mine.
Summary: Water without stint. Nyota insists.
A/N: This is both blue and purple. Not like Spock, though. Please forgive any and all of my mistakes. And the puns. This is not even remotely safe for work.
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The faced each other across the narrow promontory of his desire.
"Nyota," he groaned, his hand spanning the brief, sharp curve of her hips. "Encompass me."
Her fingertips to his jaw, her thumb tip fitted to the bottom bow curve of his lip, "Not yet."
She took his hand from her hip and folded it around him so that his blood dark tip peaked above the rings made of his fingers and hers.
"E-explain..." He gasped. And shuddered.
She kissed him sweetly, chastely, prepossessed and calm. He tucked his face against her sweat-slick neck. She was wet and cool all over. Her sex magnified until she was all the flesh he wished was surrounding him.
"Nyota!" he whined, his hips bucked forward but she was quicker still, and lifted herself from his lap, balancing on her knees.
"Hold me--" she urged. "I love you-- don't let me fall."
She pinched him beneath the head and he throbbed. "Nyota!" But she dragged his free hand to the small of her back and leaned away from him. "Nyota, Nyota!"
"Look," she hushed him, and touched her finger to his lips. His eyes blinked open, he felt dazed. Could barely see.
She replaced her finger tip with her tongue.
Then ringed him, stroking the slit with her thumb. The shudder that wracked him nearly bucked her off him, but he maintained his hold.
"Good," she said.
Foreheads pressed together, they fell into each other's breaths, thoughts.
Her design clear. He attempted to comply.
She held herself open and he traced her lips, inner and outer with his littlest finger, his index, the middle, and his thumb.
Lightly, he circled her little nub clockwise, counterclockwise, his breaths shallow, hard. "Nyota--please--I am lost."
"Wait, wait," she chanted, as much to herself as him, no more found than he. Than swiftly stroked him roughly, jerking him forward with each movement, just kissing his tip to her small and her damp and her secret pink, keeping him out of reach.
He came with a roar and a rush. She gave a shout, exultant. Somehow, she took him inside her, just enough for him to spill in her.
Her face transformed, her cries loud, she tried to ride with him, keeping just enough of him inside her so that her most sensitive flesh could feel all of it, all of him. All this he caught of her plan and that also undid him. He fell back on the bed, nearly out of her, but she followed and he tried, he really did, trying to lock his arms and elbows to keep her in place.
What waste, he thought, in satisfaction, his muscles lax. He chuckled and drew her close.
"Oh, Spock." She said, the subsiding rushing in her ears masking his soft laughter.
He cracked open his eyes. She gestured at her thighs, her stomach, his chest.
His toes curled.
"We should shower," she murmured.
He drew a trail through his ejaculate and rubbed finger and thumb together.
Nyota studied the hand and leaned forward, taking his fingers into her mouth.
"What are you doing?" He asked, wonderingly. She kissed him clean, shifted so she crouched over him, her hair curtaining him on either side. "Encompassing you."
He closed his eyes and leaned his face into her throat, tried to make all of himself fit between her thighs, her arms, her sighs.
Author: ebonbird
Characters: Nyota Uhura. Spock.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mature Themes
Wordcount: 568
Disclaimer: Star Trek not mine.
Summary: Water without stint. Nyota insists.
A/N: This is both blue and purple. Not like Spock, though. Please forgive any and all of my mistakes. And the puns. This is not even remotely safe for work.
___________
The faced each other across the narrow promontory of his desire.
"Nyota," he groaned, his hand spanning the brief, sharp curve of her hips. "Encompass me."
Her fingertips to his jaw, her thumb tip fitted to the bottom bow curve of his lip, "Not yet."
She took his hand from her hip and folded it around him so that his blood dark tip peaked above the rings made of his fingers and hers.
"E-explain..." He gasped. And shuddered.
She kissed him sweetly, chastely, prepossessed and calm. He tucked his face against her sweat-slick neck. She was wet and cool all over. Her sex magnified until she was all the flesh he wished was surrounding him.
"Nyota!" he whined, his hips bucked forward but she was quicker still, and lifted herself from his lap, balancing on her knees.
"Hold me--" she urged. "I love you-- don't let me fall."
She pinched him beneath the head and he throbbed. "Nyota!" But she dragged his free hand to the small of her back and leaned away from him. "Nyota, Nyota!"
"Look," she hushed him, and touched her finger to his lips. His eyes blinked open, he felt dazed. Could barely see.
She replaced her finger tip with her tongue.
Then ringed him, stroking the slit with her thumb. The shudder that wracked him nearly bucked her off him, but he maintained his hold.
"Good," she said.
Foreheads pressed together, they fell into each other's breaths, thoughts.
Her design clear. He attempted to comply.
She held herself open and he traced her lips, inner and outer with his littlest finger, his index, the middle, and his thumb.
Lightly, he circled her little nub clockwise, counterclockwise, his breaths shallow, hard. "Nyota--please--I am lost."
"Wait, wait," she chanted, as much to herself as him, no more found than he. Than swiftly stroked him roughly, jerking him forward with each movement, just kissing his tip to her small and her damp and her secret pink, keeping him out of reach.
He came with a roar and a rush. She gave a shout, exultant. Somehow, she took him inside her, just enough for him to spill in her.
Her face transformed, her cries loud, she tried to ride with him, keeping just enough of him inside her so that her most sensitive flesh could feel all of it, all of him. All this he caught of her plan and that also undid him. He fell back on the bed, nearly out of her, but she followed and he tried, he really did, trying to lock his arms and elbows to keep her in place.
What waste, he thought, in satisfaction, his muscles lax. He chuckled and drew her close.
"Oh, Spock." She said, the subsiding rushing in her ears masking his soft laughter.
He cracked open his eyes. She gestured at her thighs, her stomach, his chest.
His toes curled.
"We should shower," she murmured.
He drew a trail through his ejaculate and rubbed finger and thumb together.
Nyota studied the hand and leaned forward, taking his fingers into her mouth.
"What are you doing?" He asked, wonderingly. She kissed him clean, shifted so she crouched over him, her hair curtaining him on either side. "Encompassing you."
He closed his eyes and leaned his face into her throat, tried to make all of himself fit between her thighs, her arms, her sighs.
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Fair enough. I'm not sure how possible this was. :D Despite stories about golf claps at, erm, traveling arcs.
but I know enough to know that was damn hawt and Spock needs to know how frickin' LUCKY he is, damn.
Thank you! (Yes?)
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