At ESD's Starship Bar, USS Venture sat at the front counter, nursing a glass of scotch. Her sixth that evening. Earlier that night, she and her sister, Galaxy, had come here to douse their grief over Oddessy's loss. Galaxy herself had wondered off to her quarters sometime earlier, so intoxicated she could barely fly. She was probably curled up in her berth wrestling with her nightmares by now. Venture could almost hear her screams. Sighing, the younger Galaxy-class downed the last of her scotch before looking around. She needed something stronger to drown her memories.
"Barkeep, give me another." She ordered, shoving her empty glass over to her.
USS Intrepid eyed the larger ship in front of her. "I think you've had enough, dearie." She said.
"And I think not. Give me another, vodka straight up and let me keep the bottle." Venture growled.
Intrepid sighed and did so. "Don't blame me if Prometheus pulls you over with an FUI." She said.
Venture huffed, pouring herself a generous glass and knocking it back in a way that would've completely destroyed the tolerance of most other ships. She was pouring herself a second when a Sovereign-class starship sat at the empty seat beside her. A pair of dark blue eyes bore into her and Venture shifted under their intense gaze.
"You look like you've had one too many, girl." The Sovereign's voice was deep and had a certain steadiness to it that sent one too many shivers down Venture's spine. But she found it strangely attractive. Briefly Venture wondered what else might be attractive on this Sovereign-class starship before mentally whacking herself over her saucer.
"My sister just died, I think I'm entitled to a few drinks." Venture sniffed before turning back to her shot.
"Attempting to drown your memories in the hard stuff won't make it go away you know." The other ship told her, a note of sympathy in her voice. "It will only result in a terrible morning and the indignity of spending at least a full day anchored to a latrine facility."
"But it will keep them at bay long enough for me to get my head around them." Venture growled back.
"My apologies, it was not my intention to offend you." The Sovereign said, nuzzling her.
Her breath tickled the Galaxy-class' ear and Venture eagerly breathed in her scent. Fresh mint mingled with jasmine and lavender. "Keep talking to me." Venture thought.
The Sovereign, satisfied at the reaction she got from Venture, decided to push her luck a bit further, nibbling at the gold hoop around her left ear. Venture quivered as she felt the contact, eager for more. Alcohol swirled with the gel in her ear, making her dizzy and each touch feel like fire against her skin.
She was aware, only somewhat, of being lifted out of her seat, her shot of vodka forgotten, and carried to a berth. "Must be the Sovereign's." Venture mused as she was laid down against a surprisingly soft mattress. The other ship's touch was gentle as she worked her way up and down Venture's sides. The Galaxy-class moaned, arching as she felt a tongue press against the entrance to her slit.
"The night is still young, patience."
Venture purred at hearing the Sovereign's voice. Deep, strong, but feminine, she aroused at the mere sound of it. She was aroused at the first word. Something about it was strangely settling to her, as though with a single word her mystery partner could soothe her deepest fears, calm her most frayed nerves. She felt safe in her care, she trusted a ship she didn't know, all because of her voice.
The next 20 minutes were a blur. All Venture could remember in her inebriated state were passionate kisses and moans, a hard slit grinding against hers and deep gorgeous blue eyes that never left her face all night.
After a run to the bathroom and some quick pills to help with the pounding in her head, Venture made her way to the station's kitchen where she found a note on the counter for her.
"Enjoyed last night. Hope we can do it again, when you're not drunk."
Venture smiled to herself as she poured a cup of coffee. As she wondered out to the reception area she caught a glimpse of a large Sovereign-class starship. Her memories of the previous night were foggy at best but that hull design, even with its stern facing her, was unmistakably her Sovereign. She approached, more curious than ever as to who the other ship was. As she did, the Sovereign moved off. Venture followed, picking up the pace as best she could in the crowded section of the spacedock. She finally caught up to her mystery ship outside the station. Her back was still turned, saucer facing the blue expanse of Sol 3 below. Venture came alongside and found herself staring into those deep blue eyes only they weren't dark blue, they were silver-blue and practically glowed with power.
Venture swallowed back what breakfast she had managed to consume this morning. She knew who her mystery Sovereign was and the implications, the embarrassment almost made her shudder and shy back, almost. But yet again she was enthralled, entranced by that gaze. A gaze which had affected so many others, ship and human alike. A gaze responsible for more wars and more treaties than any other in the Federation. It was the star written, star given gaze of USS Enterprise.
"Um, hello uh Enterprise." Venture mentally smacked herself. "Buck up Venture. Say something intelligent!" She thought. "So uh, enjoying the view?" "Ugh, stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" She scolded herself.
Enterprise chuckled, turning her gaze back to the blue planet that was their home. "It's sufficient." She answered before looking back at the squirming Galaxy. "I won't bite you, you know. I think my teeth have had enough taste of your skin for one night."
Venture eyed her hull which did indeed bear the tooth marks of Enterprise, given during the intense sessions of passion the previous night. "Well, I can never be too sure..."
Enterprise chuckled again. "Come now Venture, just because I'm flagship you think I wouldn't object to living a little?" She asked. "I enjoy a good mystery as much as the next ship."
Venture frowned. "You still should have told me." She said.
"Perhaps. You were so intoxicated I doubt you would have cared either way. But one can never be to sure." Enterprise shrugged. "Besides, that disguise is the only real way I have to blend with my ships."
"Well, I'm sorry if I wasn't up to your standards." Venture sniffed.
"Quite the contrary, I found your mattress skills quite refreshing." Enterprise smirked. "It's not often I get a ship with such an exquisite sense of touch."
"So that's all I am then? A sex toy? An experiment for you to play with at your leisure?" Venture asked.
"Hardly. If you wish to leave, that is your choice." Enterprise answered. "However, if you wish to remain and continue this "secret" relationship" she moved forward, pressing her nose to Venture's ear. "Then I would be more than willing..." She drew out the word, tingling Venture's stenacilia as her warm breath hit them. The Galaxy-class shivered despite herself. Ancients, that voice was arousing!
"Damn you Enterprise." She whispered, giving the Sovereign a sharp nip on her nose.
Enterprise drew back, this time actually laughing. Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement. "Is that a no?" She asked and damn her if she didn't just wink at Venture.
"As I said, damn you!" Venture growled and lunged. But not to harm. She massed their lips together, forcing Enterprise on her back. "This time." She hissed. "I'm in charge."
Enterprise gazed up at her, amused. "Whatever you say, Venture." She purred.
Venture bit her deflector dish in response, grinding their slits together as the two dove into the realm of their passions.