Of Tea and Music
Chapter 36: In the Science Lab
She watched carefully. Yes, that had been the last one. Now he was alone. And it was well after shift end, so there would be no one else coming this way. Not for hours and hours. Time for repayment.
She slipped silently into the Science Lab. His ears were so sharp, if she wasn't careful, he would hear. She paused right by the door, not moving, eyes the only thing in motion. He was against the far wall, at the isolater. Very good. He had his head completely inside the hood. He wouldn't be able to hear a thing, then. Better and better.
She turned carefully and touched the door controls, locking down the door. She entered the code she had snuck in through the computer system just before coming down here. Any earlier and he might have discovered it. Now she crossed the open area of the lab carefully. She did not want for him to catch sight of her in his peripheral vision. Went she got to his desk, she carefully cleared it off. She laid what she was carrying on the seat of his chair. Then she slowly, quietly, removed her boots, set them on the floor beside his desk. Next, her uniform, then her underwear. Then she took what she had brought and fastened it to his chair, weaving the cable in and out through the slats of the back. Now she was ready.
She tiptoed across the floor toward him, stopping when there were only centimeters of space between them. He must have sensed something, because his body stiffened, just slightly. She held herself totally still. After a moment, he started to relax again, then jerked. He must have smelled her. She smiled to herself. Oh, he was going to smell her well tonight.
He must be mistaken. That particular smell could not be here. He must be much more in need of sleep than he had thought. He was almost done. He regretted giving up their music lesson tonight, but this had needed to be finished. She had understood. He finished the delicate manipulation and saved the results, sighing in relief. He began the shutdown sequence. When he keyed in the last command, he took one step backwards and began to straighten up out of the hood. He froze in astonishment - he had encountered something where nothing should be. He whirled about and grabbed out, only to find his hands full of soft bare skin. He looked down in astonishment. She was grinning up at him.
His eyes darted around the room. Empty. Well, he should have known that much. But how? He looked back at her in shock. What was she doing? She was walking backwards now, he following because his hands held her arms tightly in his grasp. She hadn't said a word and he was so off-guard that he had not yet been able to formulate a single intelligent question. They moved slowly across the lab, toward his desk. When her bare bottom contacted the front of his desk, she slid up onto the top, sitting there, all bare, her face almost at a level with his now. He realized that she still had not said a word. Nor had he.
Now her soft brown fingers reached out, caught the hem of his tunic and pulled it up. His eyes darted nervously around the room again. "It's locked up tighter than a drum. No one's coming in until I release it." Her voice was very low, almost right in his ear. He looked back at her, one eyebrow raised. She had planned this?
She tugged at his tunic again, the hem up at his armpits now. She was insistent. He slowly raised his arms, letting her pull the tunic up and off. She carefully folded it, setting it on the desktop, over to one side. Now she patted one knee, sliding her hand underneath and pulling up. He let her lift his leg until she could grasp his ankle. He teetered there as she drew off his boot and dropped it on the floor. Now the other. Now her fingers were at the waistband of his trousers. He sucked in his breath as her cool fingers lingered against the skin of his belly. Trousers unsealed, she drew them down over his hips, dropped them to the floor. He bent to pick them up. She took them from him, folded them, laid them on top of his tunic. Now she went for the black tee shirt, skimming it off of him so fast he hardly had time to react. She was being so quiet, so focused on what she was doing that he was still quite off-guard. The openness of the location still shocked him. Her fingers caressed his skin, skimming around his hips, down. He realized with a start that she had stripped his briefs down to his knees. Her eyes widened, taking in his reaction. Her lips curved up in a smile, her eyes alight.
She looked him over, top to bottom, grinning even wider. Oh, yes, she certainly liked what she saw. Now was the time for the rest of her plan. She leaned over, just a bit, and retrieved what she had carried into the lab. Before he even had time to blink, she had closed padded cuffs around his wrists. She pushed him back, down onto his chair. He blinked now, looking from his wrists to her and back again. His mouth was ajar, his eyes confused. She moved his chair, just a bit. Then she set one foot against each side of him, right on the edge of his chair seat, spreading herself out for him. His eyes went to what she had exposed. There was an immediate reaction, easily visible. So far, so good.
Now she scooted forward, almost to the edge of the desk, spreading her knees even further apart. He was gripping the ends of his chair arms now. He couldn't get his hands any further forward than that because of the length of the cable. She extended one hand, cupped his chin, tilting his face toward her. His eyes were dark, hungry. She licked her lips. Yes, this was going to be so good!
She raised both hands, cupped her breasts, squeezed. His eyes were glued to her. She slid her fingers over her nipples, making them tingle. She rolled her nipples, squeezed them, making them stand up tightly. She moaned softly. She watched him through her partially closed eyes. He was leaning forward, his fingers extended as far as they would go. Not nearly far enough.
She slid her hands down her body now, caressing her ribs, the sides of her belly, the insides of her thighs. He was making some small sound now, almost a whine, very quiet. And he was twitching, a lot. Her lips curled up. Oh yes, working well.
Her hands moved upward, stroking, showing him how wet she was. She used her toes to pull his chair just a bit closer. When he realized what she was doing, he immediately used his feet to aid her, pulling the chair up until his knees hit the sides of the kneehole. That was as far as he could go. His hands still could not reach her. But now his nose was hovering just out of reach, so close she could feel his breath on her. His nostrils flared, inhaling her scent. His tongue swept out, circling his lips. He was still too far away. Again the noise escaped from his throat, the urge to touch her, to taste her, overpowering him.
Her fingers moved again, stroking softly, coming out wet. She extended them to him, just barely touching his lips. His tongue encircled them, lapping, sucking. She moaned again. He growled now. He compressed his legs together, squeezing his knees closer, managing to move the chair just a bit further toward her. He dropped his head and found that he could now reach his objective. His tongue extended and he touched her, lapped her, took her between his lips and tugged. She grabbed hold of his ears and pulled him tightly against her, moaning at him. She rubbed the tips of his ears, making him growl even more.
He was pulling against the cuffs now, trying desperately to get his hands free. The slats at the back of his chair creaked. Well, that wouldn't do. She didn't want his chair destroyed, that would defeat the whole purpose of this adventure. With trembling hands, she found the tiny latches and set him free. He surged up over her, carrying her backwards onto the desktop, empaling her with one swift motion. His face came down over hers, claiming her lips, his tongue bringing with it the taste of her. His hand came up, cradling her face, his fingers falling onto the spots there that would give him access to what he desired now. He stopped. He had not asked her permission. He looked at her, desiring. His voice was a whisper, taut with longing. "Nyota."
"What do you need, Spock?" So soft, so lovely.
"I..I would..would you allow me... Please." He couldn't even make a sentence that made any sense.
"Yes." Just one word, so soft and low, voice so full of emotion. He shuddered at hearing it. Her cool skin all against him, her tight wetness wrapped about him, her lips against his cheek, his fingers touching her face, he sank into her, so gently, so full of wonder, feeling her all about him, within, without, so full of love. He moved within her, felt her clench tightly about him, felt the glory build, build, burst, overflow. She raised her head, just enough that she could bury her face against the side of his neck, and bit hard. He jerked and shuddered and growled at her, flooding her with heat.
His legs had no strength left in them. He was going to crush her. He set his hands flat on the desk top, leaning, raised his body just enough that he was not bearing her down into the desktop. His breathing was ragged. His control totally lost. And she was curled all around him, arms clutched around his back, face buried against him, sighing happily. He would never look at this desk, this chair again without remembering this.