Title: The Best Present Ever Author: Spockoid 31 Rating: R, underage sex (but what else do you get with two hormonal, post pon-farr teenagers?) PWP, my first.
Pairing: Saa\Daa Summary: Best present ever, from Daamien to his Saavikam. My first PWP. Also what goes through my mind on Christmas Eve. Go figure. o_O Disclaimer: Saavik is Paraborg's, but Daamien is mine, my precious. Feedback: Please! bugzaboo (at) gmail (dot) com, .com or hit me on Trekspace or
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A quiet kiss on closed lips, pristine in the early dawn light coming through the slightly open curtains. A soft nuzzle, neck to neck, a body rubbing itself on another. A bare chest slid against a clothed one, still silent and rising slowly, in rhythm with it's own slumber. Warm fingers against hot skin, undoing buttons and sliding elastic. Now hot arms across a scalding torso, massaging gently.
A low moan from the shadowed body, a slight twitch of her fingers. The other moved up higher, mouth kissing a line from her forehead all the way down to her navel. She moans again, a little louder. He reaches back up and attaches his mouth to her neck, grinding his body against hers, smiling slightly when she arches up to meet him, their rapidly warming groins rubbing.
His fingers scuttle down her side, like a feather, stroking, teasing. They creep lower now, lower, lower, and a passionate groan escapes her figure, as she awakens, though her eyelids never flicker.
He reaches the prize that awaits him, and he twines his digits in the trimmed, soft hair, kneading the fleshy mound below. One finger slips down, into the cleft, dipping into the runny, sweet juices within. Another rubs it's way to the little nub of flesh, tickling so slowly, slowly.
His other hand leaves her breast and finds her opening, sliding in first two fingers, three, four, and now his whole hand. Then, with both hands, he begins to fist her.
He leads her to a gasping climax, liquid pouring out of her, running over his arm. He withdraws, and smells his hand, inhaling her cinnamony girl scent. She's looking at him now, big eyes glassy and dilated. He smiles a tiny little smile, and bends to kiss her clit.
Another wriggle, and a small noise. He sucks her until he feels her muscles contract again, and she moans, louder than last time.
Now her hand reaches down to him, grasping at air as she tries to touch his hard cock. He pulls himself up to her, so he can kiss her again, a deep, loving kiss. Her hands run all over his length, rubbing up from the base to the tip, tweaking his balls along the way. Now it's his turn to groan, and he rubs himself against her. He knows that if they want to finish this, he's got to act now.
Flipping over, he pushes himself up on his arms and mounts her, cock scraping against his stomach. He gently pulls her labia apart and slides his cock into her, all at once, just the way she likes it. They both gasp and he almost falls on her, but passion charges through them, and he begins to thrust into her.
Soon they're fucking so hard that her little bed is squeaking, and she's moaning, moaning-
A powerful orgasm grabs hold of him and sweeps from his balls to his brain, and he comes, feeling her constrict as hot seed fills her womb.
He pulls out of her and flops down beside her still body, and kisses her again.
"Happy birthday, Saavik. I love you," whispers Daamien.