Okay, okay, okay you pervs! Here is the smut you requested. All of the guilty parties who's names should not be mentioned (*coff* JR, Ian, Marla, and so on) that have been bugging me for more should be happy for now.
I have no idea anymore where this story is going. The plot is starting to go all over the place but I'm having fun with it. I really like this pairing and I hate to break them up. So it might go a little AU so I can forget all about Palamas and Romiane and keep playing. I hope you all don't mind. I would be open to suggestions however if you want to PM me about it.
I have to admit, writing this one made me blush so don't blame me if you need a cold shower when you're done reading. You asked for it!
I only wish I owned Star Trek. But alas, I don't. And if you're under 18, look away now before I warp your fragile little mind!
Thanks Karen for reminding me to write what makes me happy.
Now, on with the SMUT!
A few days after the the shuttle crash, Cathleen was on the bridge in the middle of a shift change. Scotty handed the conn back to Captain Kirk just as Commander Spock reported for duty.
McCoy and Kirk seemed to be conspiring together at the commander's chair. The crew went silent and Spock looked around with a little self-consciousness as he took his seat at his station. Kirk practicaly lept from his seat to approach him.
"Mister Spock, " Kirk said, leaning against the science console.
"Captain."
"There's really something I don't understand about all of this. Maybe you can explain it to me. Logically, of course. When you jettisoned the fuel and ignited it, you knew there was virtually no chance of it being seen, yet you did it anyhow. That would seem to me to be an act of desperation."
"Quite correct, Captain," replied the Vulcan.
"Now we all know, and I'm sure the doctor will agree with me, that desperation is a highly emotional state of mind. How does your well-known logic explain that?" It was clear the captain was enjoying himself.
Spock tried to explain it away. "Quite simply, Captain. I examined the problem from all angles, and it was plainly hopeless."
Uhura looked back at Cathleen who was standing behind her and gave her a knowing look. It almost seemed to convey, Would you listen to this shit? Cathleen bit back a smile.
Spock continued, "Logic informed me that under the circumstances, the only possible action would have to be one of desperation. Logical decision, logically arrived at."
"Ah..ha..ha..ha...I see. Kirk crossed his arms and smirked. "You mean you reasoned that it was time for an emotional outburst."
Spocks eyebrows furrowed and he danced around the point the captain was trying to make. "Well, I wouldn't put it in exactly those terms, Captain, but those are essentially the facts."
Dr. McCoy rolled his eyes and Kirk put his arm around the back of Spock's chair, leaning closer to needle him further. "You're not going to admit that for the first time in your life, you committed a purely human emotional act?"
Spock shook his head and crossed his arms in denial. His brow rose. "No, sir."
This made McCoy and Kirk chuckle. Kirk's smile grew bigger until the dimples formed on his face and he goaded Spock one more time. "Mister Spock, you're a stubborn man."
Both eyebrows raised until Spocks eyes widened. "Yes, sir," Spock finally admitted.
They all laughed for a moment save Spock, who refused to acknowledge the humor before the captain dismissed Cathleen and Scotty from the Bridge.
Cathleen planned on stopping to eat before heading down to Engineering and she invited Scotty to join her. Although the incident with the Galileo had left her still feeling a little unerved about her own mortality, she was relieved and happy in the fact that she had finally told Scotty how she felt about him.
However, sitting across from him in the mess hall, she couldn't help but notice he seemed moody and quiet. Too quiet. Everytime she caught him looking at her, he held a strange expression on his face and would quickly look away. She wondered what was wrong. She had hoped that most of the barriers between them were finally gone. But she decided the mess hall was probably not the best place for confrontaion. She let it go for the time being and figured she would ask him about it later.
After they finished eating, they headed down to Engineering to finish their shift. As she walked beside him she studied him again. She didn't know where his mind was at the moment but she knew it wasn't on her. She reached up to smooth a curl that had flipped up on the back of his head.
"Your hair is out of regs, Mr. Scott. You need a haircut," she teased, trying to persuade him into a lighter mood.
Scotty stopped dead in his tracks and stared hard at her. " I need a shag Yeoman Mears," he replied very bluntly.
Cathleen's jaw dropped in shock at what he said. "Scotty!"
"Well? What are ye plannin' on doin' about it?"
She realized the look on his face was one of sexual frustration and barely managed to stiffle a laugh. It would not be a good time to laugh at Mr. Scott. She tried to think fast.
He shifted his stance and placed his fists on his hips, waiting for her to reply. Feeling a little intimidated, she took a step back nearly bumping into a storage compartment door behind her.
"Well....uhh... we'll be off duty in a couple hours. I could grab a change of clothes and meet you at your place later.....if you want."
He strode over to where she was standing and planted a kiss that nearly took her breath away. He reached out to the keypad above her shoulder and punched a code to open the compartment, hustling her inside.
"Are you nuts?" Cathleen hissed as he locked them inside the darkened storage compartment. "Someone may have just seen us."
"I don't care." His arms closed around her, jerking her body against his. The movement startled her and she let out a tiny eep.
"I had to sit on that bridge all morning and pretend not to notice everyone leerin' at ye." He kissed the small scar on her cheek and nuzzled her hair, taking in her scent.
"Don't be silly," she said shortly. "No one was leering at me."
Scotty ran his hand down her back to the hem of her uniform skirt, pushing it up and letting the palm of his hand rest on her bottom. He squeezed her buttcheek and she jumped. "I know a leer when I see one, lass."
A strange feeling of alarm filled Cathleen as she saw the sexual heat in his dark copper gaze, and felt the aggressive male energy emanate from his body. She knew she was in serious trouble and she tried to talk him down.
"Scotty, what has gotten in to you.." she started to ask, but was cut short when he bent his head to drag his lips over the exposed skin of her chest.
"Stop," she whispered, shivering at the persistent stroke of his tongue against her neck and ear. "We'll get caught….oohhh.. oh, my God…oh, don't do that,… I bet there's a recorder in here somewhere." Her eyes darted around the compartment, looking for a recording device in the dim light.
"I can't help it.... Mmm, ye smell so good.... I just wanna bite ye like an apple." His voice was low and gruff, his breath hot and rushing against her skin. He pulled her tightly against him and kissed her, his mouth searching, his hips pressing against her. He pulled at her brief bottoms and shoved his hand inside her panties. She gasped when his fingers slid between her thighs, fondling the soft flesh until she was wet and squirmming desperately.
"Not now," she pleaded. "We're expected in Engineering. You can wait till we're off duty."
"No....huh uh...no, I can't." He dropped to his knees and lifted each of her legs to free them from boots and nylons, kissing and licking her thighs. He stood up again, urging her against the bulkhead, and then fumbled with the fly of his uniform pants. Cathleen's panic was flooded with a surge of desire she could not control as her body betrayed her mind. His mouth drifted to her throat, and then wandered back to her lips. She gave in, helplessly surrendering to his demanding hands.
She whimpered his name again in a last ditch effort to stop him, but his mouth smothered her protests. Against her better judgment, and much to her despair, she could not resist the naughtiness of it. She kissed him back, opening to him, letting him push her thighs apart with his leg.
His erection nudged against her and she flexed her hips to accommodate him. He pushed inside, entering her with a deep glide. Cathleen moaned and her body clamped tightly around the sudden invasion.
Scotty caught her under one knee, hitched her leg over his hip, and thrusted higher inside her. She shuddered, locked her body to him, and melted into his relaxed rhythm. Their uniforms rubbed, making a swishing sound, separating them everywhere except for the warm, wet places they were joined. Nothing but cool air and hot, calloused, hands touched her legs and naked bottom.
Cathleen pressed against the bulkhead, her body rising with each upward thrust until only her toes touched the floor. She let him control her, no longer caring about getting caught, conscious only of the way her felt inside her. She was trapped between the cold, hard bulkhead and the warm, hard man who held her against it. The thought of it sent a shock of pleasure rippling through her.
Her arms clung tightly around his neck as he drove her into a screaming orgasm. He hushed her cries with a shaking hand over her mouth. Murmuring wicked things against her neck, he slowed his pace until she was quiet again. Scotty removed his hand, replacing it with firm lips and ground into her again. Possessed with his own primal urge, he buried himself deep inside her. His body shook with his release and he quietly groaned against her mouth.
Scotty held her there against the bulkhead for a moment, kissing her face and lips. Her legs shook against him and he slowly released her, letting her bring her feet back down to the floor.
Scotty straightened his clothes and raised the lights slightly as she rummaged to find her missing uniform pieces on the floor. He crossed his arms, watching her try to right herself and said chuckling, "You better hurry lass, we're expected in Engineering soon."
He ducked in surprise as a size seven ladies boot sailed passed his head.