Disclaimer:/ I do not own Star Trek, though this story is my own.
Linguistically Inclined
When she makes love to him the languages she knows flow together seamlessly.
He has been adored in Risian, Spanish and Deltan, his body praised in Bajoran and Greek. He's been fucked in Klingon sucked in Cardassian. He's been made to beg for her sex as she whispers deliciously moist Orion hotness in his ears.
He can't decide if that's his favorite part. Or is it like now, with her under him all breathless moans and straining against him. Sweet mouth quivering, lush hips shaking, the delicate full swell of sweat slicked breasts, pretty brown nipples trembling. No words pass her lips though her glazed obsidian eyes speak volumes. Then a low keening that slowly rises in pitch.
And together they shatter. They break apart into a billion stars though the name of only one is on his lips.
He treasures these moments. This trust. He kisses her sweaty brow and stops thinking. He drifts off on a sigh in the peaceful serenity of their shared afterglow.
A/N :/ Nyota is Kiswahili for 'Star'.