100 Moments
By: TheMorningStarHasFallen
I close my eyes
And see you before me
Think I would die
If you were to ignore me
A fool could see
Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees
I'd do anything for you
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
-- "I Touch Myself" The Divinyls
Touched:
Nyota Uhura laid in bed, restless in the muggy San Franciscan night. Her roommate Gaila was out for a night of wild erotic escapades most likely. There were times, like now dead in the night when sleep evaded her and lowered her inhibitions, when Uhura wished she had her Orion friend's confidence in the opposite sex. Kicking the light cotton sheet from her sweaty brown body, her white oversized nightshirt clung uncomfortably to her form.
She spread herself on her bed hoping to find some relief from the heat. Both in temperature and in her mind. Her "social encounter", his words, with Commander Spock had ended in a very heavy make out session which he had broken away from when she attempted to initiate the next stage, Heavy Petting. No dice though, he was strict with his moral, damn Vulcan standards. The Vulcan-hybrid had left her with a case of blue walls. She wanted him so badly. His tall body with that strange heat that made her burn for a view of his bare skin, she wanted those full lips to work magic on her body the way they did with words.
Dying cant be as bad as this torture that man was putting her through. Didn't he know what he did, batteries could get expensive damn it! It couldn't be helped she supposed, she reached for her drawer, the old creaking noise it use to make no longer present due to constant use. It had been a gaga gift from her friend Christine Chapel, the vivacious blonde xenobiology major. It was large and green, sometimes she wondered if she hid her relationship with the commander as well as she thought she did from the observant Nurse Chapel.
At the first touch of her hands on her body she dreamed that it was a hot, large hand that touched her.