An hour later, she went to the cockpit and saw him sitting in the pilot's seat, eyes closed.
"Vorik?" she said softly. She repeated herself.
His eyes opened, "Yes, Matheson, what is it?"
"It's late, and cold. Are you ready to turn in?"
He nodded and stood up in front of her. She tilted her head, "I thought you were calling me Rae now. I mean, we're sleeping together, you can call me by my first name." she cracked a smile.
He looked down at her and all the resolve he'd worked on over the last hour with intense meditations had vanished. "Yes, let's go."
She walked back to her cot and got in bed. "You didn't feel it getting colder?"
He shook his head no and got in beside her as she scooted over. She turned her back to him and snuggled her butt up against him. He knew that wouldn't work, he wouldn't be able to control himself. He turned over, his back to her, and she moved up against him, her arm around his waist, her head up against his neck. She still shivered a little.
"You are so warm." She murmured.
Vorik stared at the wall across him and steadied his breathing. He thought about all he'd learned about her over the last week. He was overcome with emotions, and he didn't like to feel out of control. He was determined not to mess up the mission any more than he already felt he had. He planned to get to know her better when they got back on Voyager. Soon she was asleep and he stayed up for a while, trying to tune out how she felt, the little sounds she made.
Early in the morning he woke up on his back with her half on top of him. She was still asleep. The soft breasts he'd admired the day before were pressed up against him through the thin fabric of her tank top. He tried to move and she pulled up higher on him. He patted her back slightly to try and wake her up. He could feel his massive hard on and wanted to get up before she noticed it. He tried again to pull away and she grabbed his shoulder and grinded her pelvis against him as she stretched.
He let out a loud groan, "Rae, you need to move off."
She grumbled, "Why? It's still cold and we've got nothing we have to go do." She turned her head on his chest to look up at him. She squinted up at him, "What's the matter? Are you sick?" she lifted her head up and put her hand on his chest.
He shook his head, "Yes, no. I – just, you need to get off me."
She made a face in irritation and moved her leg down. She let out a little gasp, "Holy hell."
He looked down, it was too late, she'd felt him.
She looked down and then back up at him, "Wow, um-"
He breathed rapidly and looked straight ahead, "I apologize. If you could move off, I'll get out of bed."
She moved up and looked down over him, "Are you sure?"
He spoke rapidly, "We are on a mission, I am the head of the mission, there are protocol, rules-"
She watched him struggle with his emotions. She knew he had feelings for her. She said softly, "The mission is over, completed. We should have been back on Voyager by now. We're cohabiting here waiting to be rescued."
He continued to try to get control of his breathing. Her hair fell around her shoulders and brushed on his chest. Her dark eyes bored into him.
"It's okay." She leaned down and started snaking her hand down his chest, his abdomen. He grabbed her and pushed her off and jumped out of bed, stumbling towards the bathroom.
Rae watched in mortification as he left the room. She hung her head. "Dammit." He probably couldn't help it, and she had pushed the issue. She sat up on her cot and put her head in her hands. She was horrified that just when it seemed like he was returning her feelings, she angered him, maybe beyond repair. She slammed her hands down on the bed, thinking of what she could to try to smooth things over. She sat on the edge of the bed and waited, but he was still in the bathroom. "Jesus, I hope he doesn't report me when we get back." She was angry at herself for pushing the situation.
She stood up and turned to make the bed. It was still a bit cold and she rubbed her arms to warm them up. The door opened to the bathroom and she felt a jolt of anxiety in her stomach. She turned to Vorik, trying to explain, "Look, I'm very, very sorry about what happened. It was inappropriate of me, and I apologize." She stopped. There wasn't much else she could say. She bit her lip and looked at him finally.
He stood in front of her, "Why did you make so many drawings of me?"
She stood openmouthed. Shit. "I, well, there aren't any regulations against that. That sketchbook's mine and if you try to file a complaint, I can file one against you for looking in my private property." She put her hands on her hips. She turned beet red. "You shouldn't have been looking in there anyway." Her emotions caught in her throat and she lost her voice at the end.
He walked up to her and grabbed her face. She gasped and held onto his arms for balance as he looked at her intently. Her fear turned to anger immediately as she couldn't believe he was going to hurt her. She tried frantically to paw at his hands, his arms, but she couldn't budge him.
"I can't-" he said, then leaned down and kissed her. She suddenly realized he wasn't fighting with her, he was fighting with his emotions. He kissed her passionately and held his grip on her face as she stopped trying to push him away and lightly put her hands on his waist. His lips were soft, warm, and she sank into the kiss. He pulled back away and looked down at her. She opened her eyes and pulled herself closer to him as he dropped his hands from her face. He continued to stare at her as he lightly ran his hands down her neck and over her shoulders. She returned his gaze as she reached down and pulled the hem of her top up and over her head, throwing it down beside her. She leaned in towards him and pressed her skin against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, starting to knead her on her hips, down her backside.
He abruptly pushed her away and reached down to take his underwear off. She readily did the same, and he reached out for her, holding her tightly. She groaned as she felt him cling to her, working his hands up into her hair.
"Vorik, yes," she said. She felt like she couldn't get close enough to him, all the years of longing finally being sated was such a relief, she felt she was falling.
He turned, still holding her and got closer to the bed. She let go and pulled the blankets and sheet off, getting in. He got in beside her and got on top of her, spreading her legs apart. Wide-eyed, she was surprised at how quick and passionate he was. Then she remembered he was part human, and had experiences with human women before as well. She moaned as he continued to kiss her, her neck, her breasts. She rubbed her hands up and down his back, feeling his smooth, warm skin on her fingertips. She reached her hand down and grabbed his cock, it was just as big and hard as she'd felt before. She gripped it hard with her hands as he moaned. She guided his tip down to her, hoping she was wet enough. It had been so many years since she'd had sex, but as soon as he started moving in and out she knew she was dripping wet. She threw her hands up over her head and accidentally hit the metal headboard. "Ow," she shook her hand. He stopped and looked down at her. "No, I hit my hand, keep going." She commanded, and let herself drown in the pleasure he was giving her. Every push went a little deeper, the friction of him inside her was an exquisite sensation. They moved together, and she made a final grunt and push up against him to take him in completely. She grabbed the back of his legs and pulled him against her as he pistoned inside her. She could feel him get bigger and knew it was coming soon. She moved down slightly and gasped as she felt him rubbing her in a different way.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she said is a harsh whisper as she felt her walls clamp down on him and she froze up in place, feeling wave over wave of climactic spasm. She clawed at his hips, his back. She felt him push harder, then climax as well. He leant down and held onto her shoulders tightly as they continued to climax together, breathing heavily. He slowly relaxed his muscles and lay his head on her shoulder, taking her hair in his hand and rubbing it between his fingers.
"Holy hell." She said. Her legs were wrapped around the backs of his, and she let go and let them flop down on the bed.
"Mmm." She said and rubbed her hands on his back as he kissed her shoulder. She looked up at the bottom of his bunk bed above her in disbelief. She'd been hoping for a date when they got back on Voyager, and here she was with his dick inside her while he kissed her shoulder. She squeezed him with her arms and kissed the back of his head. He sat up and looked down at her, "I'm going to take it out, okay?"
She nodded yes and tried to relax as he pulled out. He lay back down beside her and turned her to face him as he enveloped her in his arms. She sighed, in complete and total bliss.
