Of Tea and Music
Chapter 37: Floating
She turned her station over to her relief and headed for the turbolift. He was right behind her. She entered the turbolift, turned to face the door, grasped and turned one of the handles, requesting the deck where her quarters were. He turned to face the door as well, standing almost too close to her. The door swooshed shut and the turbolift began to move. One long arm reached across her and removed her hand from the handle projected from the wall. The turbolift stopped. She lifted her face to his, questioning silently. He placed one long finger on his lips. Okay, she could be quiet. He reached for another handle, this one on his side of the turbolift and spoke softly. Where had he said? Why would he want to go there?
The turbolift descended, further than she usually rode in it. It stopped. The door opened. He motioned to her, waiting for her to exit, then followed her. She had no idea where they were going. He placed one hand gently at the back of her waist, exerting subtle pressure to move her along. He obviously had something in mind. She had to admit she was curious. They walked down the corridor, seeing no one. They turned one corner, then another, moving into narrower corridors. She was sure she had never been in this part of the ship before. They came to one particular door, unmarked, no different in any way from the ones on either side. He tapped a code on the touchplate beside the door and it swooshed open. Gentle pressure urged her in, across the room, through the door on the other side, across that room to a ladder bolted to the wall.
He climbed the ladder, two rungs at a time, pushing open the hatch in the ceiling. He reached down one hand and pulled her up behind him, almost to the top of the ladder. He moved up, through the open hatch, pulling gently on her hand to bring her up behind him, until her head was in the next compartment. Whoa! Her hair floated up, spreading out around her. She pushed with her feet against the rungs of the ladder, zooming up into the compartment. How did this get here? She rolled herself into a ball, there in the center of that space where, completely unexpectedly, there was no gravity. She turned three and a half summersaults from the momentum from her push-off. She laughed aloud. She hadn't had this much fun in a long time. She unfolded herself and spread out her arms and legs, then pulled them in again, making herself twist and turn. She hung upside down, smiling at him, where he clung to the ladder on the side of the room.
He reached out one arm, hand meeting hers, and pushed against the wall with his feet, sailing out to wrap himself around her. They turned over and over, spiraling around, as she laughed and hung on to his shirt. He bent his face to hers, his lips quirked up, his eyes dancing. She raised her hands and laid them on the sides of his face, then met his lips in a long, lingering kiss, her tongue sweeping into his mouth to tangle with his. His hands roamed up and down her back, cupping her bottom to bring her closer to him. The movement started them twisting, turning lazily in the open center space. She slid her hands back until she felt his ears beneath her fingers, stroking softly, pinching gently against the sensitive points. He moaned into her mouth and ran his fingertips down the side of her neck, setting her skin on fire. She tried to push herself against him and they began to turn in a different direction, spinning slowly.
He was growling into her ear now, his mouth against her neck, biting gently as she gasped and moaned at him. His hands worked at the closure of her dress, opening it and exposing her skin to the coolness of the room. His hands followed behind, warming her up again. She moved her hands from his ears, sliding down his body, finding the hem of his tunic and pulling it up. As they struggled to remove their clothing, each motion created a counter-movement, sending them off in another direction, twisting and turning as they floated there.
When they were finally completely bare, skin to skin, his hands found her bottom again and pulled her to him, rubbing her against him so that she felt his arousal so strongly. She moaned again and he lifted her, sliding her up his body. They drifted near the wall and he flexed his toes, sending them across the room. One hand reached out and grabbed the ladder rung, pulling them to the wall. He twisted his body around so that her back was to the wall and pulled her down, down his body, as he surged up into her.
One hand holding them there in place, one foot hooked in another, lower, rung he pushed against her, making her cry out. She wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him in closer to her, feeling his heat inside and out. They moved together now, clenched tightly about each other, needing only a few more movements to reach their goal. She bent her head toward him, finding the spot where his neck met his shoulder and bit down, making him shudder and lose his control. He felt the white-hot flames began, pulsing through him and he growled at her, telling her, warning her, he could not last now. He raised the hand not holding the ladder and brushed against her face, his fingers against her temple, feeding her the ecstasy coursing through him, feeling her convulse about him, clenching him tightly in spasms that gripped him in shattering joy.
He released his hold on the ladder, letting them spin back out into the center of the space, floating again, holding each other, breathing ragged, bodies still pulsing. She buried her face against him, sighing, so happy. They floated there, peacefully, for several moments, and then he heard something. Something totally unexpected. Quickly he reached about, grabbing garments out of the air, helping her to dress, pulling on his own clothing. They had barely finished dressing when the voices called out. "Is there someone up there? We're getting some strange readings." The rungs of the ladder rang out as someone began to climb.
"Commander Spock here. Just doing some inventory. Dismissed."
There was some muttering below, but there came the sound of descent. The voices moved off, out of the room below. She looked at him and giggled. He raised one eyebrow at her. "Well, we were bound to get caught sooner or later, you know that, Spock."
"I believe I did deflect them before they realized that you were here, Nyota."
"But we still have to get out of here without being seen."
"There is another exit." He pointed to the hatch in the ceiling. "It leads to another deck entirely."
"I might have known that you would have scouted it all out." she grinned widely at him. "I did enjoy this. Very much."
He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. "As did I, Nyota." he brushed a soft kiss on her temple. "Now let us try to exit without being caught again."