Life Is Not Always Easy
Chapter 26 : Come and Sit by my Side
April, 2268
The away team did not return to the ship until the normal dinner time for the bridge crew was almost over. He was tired and dirty and wanted nothing so much as a long hot shower and some peace and quiet. But he could feel her longing, and so he trudged down the corridor to the mess hall, collected some sort of food, and carried the tray to the table where she sat, settling down on her left side as usual, feeling the rush of warmth and love that she sent him filling him up and soothing all the roughness away.
And later, in his quarters, she moved about him, washing away the grime with soft, even touches of her hands, filling him with love and lust until he was overpowered by it and lifted her up to feast on her, making her buck against his tongue and scream at him.
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The movie tonight was something absolutely silly, but she wanted to see it. And so he went and sat in the darkness and watched her instead of the movie. And she touched him, on the hands, on the lips as she stuffed the kernels of popcorn in, on the leg, soft little touches that sent currents of desire throughout his body.
And when the movie was over, he followed her to her quarters, and she touched and tasted all of his skin that she could reach from where she sat astride his body, until he was blazing with it, and then she bent and bit him until he roared and thrust hard into her body and filled her with his heat.
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She didn't like to be pushy, and she didn't know why Christine Chapel was even in the Senior Staff meeting, but there was no way she was going to let that hussy sit beside her Spock! She managed to plop herself down in that seat just seconds before Chapel, leaving the blonde fuming. And she felt Spock's great relief flow out to her and just sat there and smiled.
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There was too much data coming in too fast and Spock was swamped. He was trying to read the data, collate it, prepare reports simple enough that Kirk could understand them, and nineteen other things at the same time. It wasn't often that she felt these feelings from him - this irritation, frustration, building until she became concerned. There were absolutely no messages coming in at all. She stood up and pushed her chair over next to his and sat back down. She reached under his arm and transferred the report he was working on over to the PADD she held and began to edit it. He glanced at her once quickly, and brushed the side of her hand with his fingertips, and continued on with other things. When she had finished the report, logged it, and transferred it to Kirk's queue, she looked to see what else she could do for him, and found him pointing to one screen. She stretched and looked, yes she could get that - and did. For the next hour, they worked in tandem, he scanning, collating, gathering, then sending all the data to her for polishing and translating into quickly read reports. And then the flow of information began to slow and gradually became something he could handle easily again. He stroked her hand gently, sending her such a lovely, lovely, surge of love. And she stood up and moved her chair back to her own station, and resumed her own work, saying nothing, because nothing needed saying.