Unfinished Business
Chapter 35 : Please Leave Them On
October 2273
There was a request for the services of a translator, not just any translator, but the best one in StarFleet. There was a conference, on a planet only a few hours off their flight path, and the need was desperate. Spock stated unequivocally that he would fly her there. From the look in his eyes, Jim knew better than to insist that any of the pilots would do as well. And so the two of them headed for the shuttle bay, with small duffles in their hands, for a trip lasting three days.
When they were safely away from the Enterprise, and the course was laid in, she asked him if it was time to engage the autopilot. He looked at her bright expression, as she tried in vain to hide what she was thinking, and told her quite seriously that they had six point four hours before they would come within hailing distance of the planet where the conference was being held. She rose from her seat then, and came to stand beside him, and told him to close his eyes, and keep them shut until she said he could open them, with no peeking allowed. He had no idea what she meant to surprise him with, but he was only too willing to go along. This was the first time that she had been this playful, and he would not spoil it for anything.
He clasped his hands upon his abdomen, stretching his long legs out and crossing his ankles, and closed his eyes, as though to sleep. She kissed him lightly on the nose, and moved away, towards the back of the shuttle. He could hear her, moving about, and the sound of her duffle being opened. He waited, his imagination beginning to work, wondering what she had planned. And then she was there, close to him again, almost in his lap. He raised his hands, and found soft, cool skin, and she giggled, and told him he could look now.
She was wearing small scraps of golden silk and lace, barely covering the secret places of her body, and the tall black boots from her previous uniform. His breath caught in a hitch, and his lok rose, hot and heavy, against his belly. She wiggled and squirmed against him, and he tried to pull her down into his lap, but she was pulling him up. "Come on, you have to change, too." And there, sitting in the aisle, were his own boots, that had been polished until they shone. He swallowed. She was most definitely feeling naughty.
It took very little time for him to strip out of the strange new uniform, leaving it in one of the empty seats. And then she was there, astride his leg, pulling on the boots she wished to see him wearing. She might have waited until he removed his briefs. It would have been much easier to shed them without his boots in the way. She rubbed herself up and down against his leg as she struggled with the boots, and he tried unsuccessfully to resist the feelings she generated. By the time she had his boots on him, he was fully engorged and extremely ready for whatever she planned next. She danced away from him, turning about, showing him her lovely body, and he growled at her now, more than ready. Her eyes twinkled, and her nipples stood out, hard peaks against the soft lace. He could smell her so very plainly, and his shins fairly dripped with the secretions she had left behind.
He rose from his seat and advanced on her, and lifted her up, raising her core to his mouth's level, and tugged at the crotch of her panties with his teeth, while she moaned at him. He managed to pull the fabric aside far enough to bury his tongue between her nether lips, making her buck and scream at him. She curled herself over and grasped his ears, teasing them between her fingers, while she moaned and pushed her body against his mouth, until they were both so aroused that they were shaking. And then he lowered her, until her feet where on the deck, and carefully stripped off her little undergarments, his hands shaking with the effort not to tear the delicate fabric. And while he did that, her hands were busy against his own body, peeling his briefs down, freeing his lok to strain and twitch at her.
When they were both stripped down to their black boots, he picked her up, and sat once again in the pilot's seat, and pulled her down onto his lap, her legs on either side of him. He lowered her slowly, teasing her dripping entrance with the head of his lok, until she demanded that he cease his torment immediately and fill her up. Which he did then, groaning at the feel of her, tight and wet about him. He held her there, still, while he tried to regain control, but when she leaned forward, and bit his neck, he roared at her, and began to thrust up into her body repeatedly, until she clenched tightly about him and shook, squeezing him in such a lovely rhythm that his semen jetted out of him and into her in heavy streams.
She lay against his chest, her heart pounding, her breath gasping, her arms about him, holding tight. His own heart pounded heavily in his side, and he gasped along with her, as he slowly came down from the heights of ecstasy she had raised him to. And when they were calm again, he lifted her from his body, and rose, and bent her over the back of the chair, and filled her again, her cries of pleasure filling his ears and urging him on.
By the time the alarm went off, warning them to dress and prepare to be hailed, they were both completely relaxed, almost limp from expended energy and repeated bouts of intense ecstasy. And if she could barely walk when they left the shuttle, no one but he knew the reason. And there was still the return trip to anticipate.