5: Run From The Light
Only as she was literally flying right trough it, see it all over the sensors, Katrina truly realized just how huge the supply lines directly behind the Klingon front were. Of course she had read intelligence reports on their movements, but it was another thing entirely to see dozens and dozens of signals from freighters so big that in federation space she would have already been intrigued about their size, and lots and lots smaller space crafts swarming in between them, from smaller freighters to fast movers to weapon transports.
They must need immense amounts of sustenance. Of course, a double set of organs didn't only make it easier to endure damage but also needed more energy to be kept alive. Katrina may have found an promising clue in how her people were superior to them. They must be so much more vulnerable to shortcuts in food and oxygen supply, they were in lethal danger in areas where humans and other federation species would still be able to thrive….
She looked at the back of L'Rells head and suddenly felt guilty. But it was necessary, she had to remind herself, they were still at war and even if L'Rell could probably help and was an person she actually felt sympathy for, they were killing Federation citizens, and the more tactics to combat them the better. It still suddenly had become the idea of attacking and killing people like L'Rell, Sowl, Mother Duraq, Iqos or those folks at the bar, killing L'Rells people, instead of killing soldiers of an fascist empire.
She tried to dispel the thought and concentrated on the movements of the other ships instead. There were so many of them, she and L'Rell had to be alert; every second one of this ships could recognize something strange about an fast mover so far away from any mother ship.
It wasn't until after L'Rells first alone-shift since entering the supply lines as Katrina took a break to sleep, and hours into their doubled shift afterwards that she detected several small fighters that docked at other ships. She would have ignored them, but L'Rell suddenly was scared.
,,But where can we escape?", she sounded truly nervous.
,,Escape from what?"
,,The patrols. They control every ship that wasn't declared to their house, possibly taking items they want when they are allready in the ship."
,,They're raiders and police in one?"
,,Yes. And they will find us. We maybe can outfight one of them, but there are others and then their mother ships will know about us too."
,,Shit", erratically, Katrina kept scrolling through the scans of their surroundings. There was a medium-sized freighter near them, but that was it. No asteroids, not planets or moons or nebula to hide.
,,…and we can't hide behind this freighter."
L'Rell light up: ,,Actually, we can. Our ships configuration is not too uncommon to be seen as just an ordinary patrol ship. If we pretend to be just another patrol to the freighter captain and dock at their ship, they won't notice us."
,,But I'm human, and with your scar you are not exactly unremarkable."
L'Rell grinned in a way that was somehow both cunning and affectionate: ,,You have their space suit and your features are quite rihannsu-like.", her hand came up to touch Katrinas cheek. Her fingers left traces of pleasant prickling, ,,With your eyebrows and ears hidden, as with the helmet of your space suit, you pass easily as one of them. As for me", her grin became a lot more "mad scientist", ,,I have already some ideas."
,,Okay.", Katrina said, and because she had the sudden impulse that this could very likely be the last time she was able to say it, she grabbed L'Rells shoulder – it seemed to important to simply say it without bodily contact – and said: ,,I am glad that I got to know you, and it finally made me realize that you and your people are much more than just an enemy of federation."
And she had sworn herself that this had been just an one-off, that it would never happen again, but she had the invincible impuls to, and L'Rell was looking at her like that, understanding and proud and elevated and smiling slightly, and leaning towards her, and so she bent forward and kissed her.
It was a hard, passionate kiss, all tongues pressing inside the others mouth and pushing against each other, and she was shocked by how deep it felt. It didn't felt as if they would have only kissed once before, in sort of a half-delirium, as if they weren't in this strange relationship limbo of respecting and caring for each other and temporarily working together but technically still being enemies.
As they parted, she had to catch for breath, and oh, seeing L'Rell do the same, her eyes still clouded by passion, was such an gorgeous image.
,,I am honored to know you, too", she said hoarsely, ,,and for a woman as powerful and just as you accepting me."
Katrina was empty of words, so she just smiled back. Then she turned and started to put on the romulan space suit. From the edge of vision she saw L'Rell searching for something in the shuttle, then coming towards her. It was one of her torture instruments, something that looked like an awfully wrong shaped scalpel.
,,No!", Katrina shouted and stumbled backwards, as if that could keep L'Rell from anything. She needed her good humor for her plans in Federation space, surly she wouldn't…? But L'Rell came closer, the blade of the instrument shimmering.
,,Hold still! I just need a strand of your hair."
,,For disguise?", her own voice still sounded shrill.
,,For what else?", L'Rell grabbed a strand of hair and with a swift movement of the scalpel it was cut off.
She already wore most parts of her helmet, just the transparent visor was still up, leaving only her face uncovered. She clamped the strand underneath it, and if one didn't knew that it truly looked as if a part of her own hair would have escaped from the headdress. Then she contemplated her reflection in the shuttles walls thoughtfully, and raised the scalpel to her own face.
Disbelieving, Katrina could only stare as she cut a few curved and crossing lines on the other side of her face, wiping away most of the blood. Her facial expression didn't change a bit, just stayed thoughtful.
,,For my scar don't standing out that much."
And the fear from L'Rell was back… Despite everything they had gone trough together, she was still hell of creepy.
L'Rell hailed the ship, and – Katrina had found out that the romulan space suit possessed a translator – barked at them: ,,Border patrol. Prepare for docking and us coming on board."
They glided towards the freighters lock, docked.
Katrinas heart beat painfully fast, as if it would try to escape from her chest at any moment. What if they were escaped from the patrols just to land in a fight with the freighters crew? What if the patrols found them nevertheless?
The air lock opened. Katrina positioned herself behind L'Rell, grabbed the disruptor so hard that its form notched into her palm. It hardly calmed her.
A slender, long haired man stood in the docking bay, pointing an spiked weapon at them. In her nervousness, Katrina noticed the strangest details, the business emblem on his jump suit and the way his hair shimmered and was softly curled like in a shampoo advertisement.
,,Move aside. We have to sweep your ship."
,,You have no right to search through my ship. I am delivering supplies directly to the front, your interruption costs them precious time."
,,You are still moving with the same speed", L'Rell growled, slightly impatient.
,,What in gre'tor happened to your face? And what is that rihannsu doing so far in our space?"
,,None of your business."
Katrina came a step closer to him and rose her disruptor more determined.
And then, a girl came from a hallway at the side. The mans eyes grew wide. Katrina understood why. What if this child would be involved in the fight?
,,Dad, can I have your weapon?", she asked with a sweet voice. She looked so alike a human child, just with sharp teeth and ridges on her forehead and nose, utterly innocent. Would L'Rell actually have inhibitions to hurt a little child?
,,Go back!", panic was in the mans voice.
,,But I want your Bat'leth! I wont go back until I get your Bat'leth!"
,,You can have it as much as you want later. But only after you go back now!"
,,You're boring", the child muttered, but finally went away. The man signed with relieve.
,,You don't have the right to examine our ship!", he repeated.
,,Actually, we have. To control if you are smuggling illegal goods like rihannsu ale to the front to sell them there."
,,Why should I do that? To make that insufferable war of yours even longer because your soldiers are to drunk to fight? And anyway, rihannsu ale is only illegal in a few territories, and I deliberately avoided them."
,,It is illegal here to!"
,,No?! What do you even want from me? You started this war, keep us from flying freely and without the danger of been blown out of the sky, and now you attack us for bringing cargo to the front that only exists because of you!"
Katrina was impressed, it took quite some courage to tell an supposed patrol what he was truly thinking about the war.
His hands shook a bit, and even she saw that he had not much experience with this weapon. But with every minute standing here any longer, the risk increased that a true patrol controlled the freighter too and found them. And one could never truly know what a person in utter panic might be able to do.
,,We never wanted this war. Glory and honor, pah! It only means more dangers in shipping wares and lesser earn and lesser markets for us. It does nothing to the people. How many fucking wars did you elite wield and for every one people like us suffer."
,,You opinion on the war doesn't matter.", growled L'Rell, ,,Move aside, or I will make you."
,,You have no right."
,,Do it.", L'Rell shifted her weight from one side to the other. Katrina grabbed her disruptor harder.
With one swift movement, the man leaped forward, swinging his weapon in one sharp rush of blades. In the absolutely same moment, L'Rell rustled forward too, and what happened next was almost to fast to see. The weapon was deflected as L'Rells staff hit his wrist.
Katrina had to pride him in the fact that he didn't do so much as hiss under what must surly have broken his hand.
Pointing the end of her staff at his head, L'Rell paced past him. Katrina followed.
,,Now thank you. Wasn't that difficult, wasn't it?"
They were hardly twenty metres in the corridor when they heard a second ship dock.
,,What are you doing here? Another patrol? Your colleagues just arrived.", she heard the man hiss.
,,I am not informed about another examination.", damn. Hopefully they were just thinking that he was lying to try to get out of their investigation.
,,But that's not my problem, isn't it?", he sounded much more confident than he should with his broken hand. Or maybe he just had a lot of exercise in seeming confident when he wasn't.
,,Stay aside, man, that'll be easier for everyone."
From behind a shelf, Katrina caught a glimpse of the patrol. Their faces were painted with red, just as the wardens at the ship of the dead. Kols House. Shit.
And then she felt L'Rell move beside her. She was almost out of their cover. Instantly, Katrina leaped forward and grabbed her arm, slinging her own arm over her shoulder and covering her mouth.
The force of L'Rells movement pulled her almost half a meter, and she didn't made herself any illusions that she could stop her if L'Rell didn't cooperated.
,,They are at least six, and we are two with a stick, an half-defect disruptor and one improvised magnesia-flash grenate. You can't win."
,,I have to revenge my crew!", fury and pain.
,,You would only get killed", she whispered.
She felt L'Rell pull at her grip, weaker this time, but still to forceful for Katrina being able to actually hold her. ,,I have to revenge them!"
Somehow, Katrina managed to push her back and press herself between her and the edge of the shelf. She grabbed her shoulders at both sides: ,,Listen to me. If you attack them now, you will maybe pull two or three of them with you, but in the end, they will outforce you, and they will kill you and they will find me and kill me too or worse, and then, your crew will never be revenged. I know it is hard, but you have to hide and make it out of Klingon territory, so that one day, you can unite the houses and end this fucking war and revenge your crew."
For a moment, she believed L'Rell would simply throw her aside and attack, saw it in the insane fury in her eyes and her clenched teeth. Then she crumpled, kicked in the air and collapsed, sobbing soundlessly, in Katrinas arms. Her fists clenched in Katrinas space suit almost ripped it in pieces, so hard she tried to get hold of it.
Katrina returned her embrace, and tried not to think at how good it felt to hold her in her arms, so good despite the danger they were in, but simply concentrate on every sound that came from the patrol.
She stroke over her head and neck and whispered softly: ,,It's the only thing you can do. I'm sorry."
Somewhen, she heard the patrol walk away towards the other side. They stayed in their hiding place, listening to every sound, but except for a woman who gazed bored and not thoroughly at all in their corridor, nothing happened. Finally, they heard the other shuttle leave.
Katrina relaxed her muscles. Only now she felt how cramped she had truly been.
,,What now?", she asked.
L'Rell smiled teeth-baring: ,,We search for things we can use."
,,We can't just raid that poor freighter crew!"
,,Why not? Every group that sents patrols trough their territory does this, and unlike them we will only take very few. And we need several things.''
Well, she had a point. She still didn't liked the thought of stealing things from an innocent freighter captain, but they needed to fix her damn space suit, and a bit spare oxygen wouldn't be bad either.
Systemically, they examined the ship, always skulking, stopping at each room to look if it was empty and then sneaking in. Somewhere near of what must been the engine room, L'Rell found some equipment useful for repairing a space suit. In a small room near the abandoned-looking mess hall they found several cans of food. Every time she found something they needed right now, a sting of shame went trough Katrina, but it was always outweight by the calculation of how badly the needed it to survive right now. At every sound she flinched, expecting someone of the patrol or a crew member would approach them, and she would have to fight. Even the slightest moment of standing still was to long. After what must have been roughly two thirds of the ship they found an quite abandoned looking room with something that must have been the most battered, grossest showers Katrina had ever seen, and some cords with clothes hanging over them. Against this, even the worst Starfleet outpost locker room was nothing. Katrina wanted to continue their search, but L'Rell stopped, and then paced towards one of the pipes and hold a hand against it. Then she seemed to have found something, because she turned to the right and bent down. It was a piece of soap. Contemplating, she turned it in her hands.
,,You don't really think about using the shower on a ship we currently raided and in which we hide from an hostile patrol?!"
,,First of all, the patrols left and the crew most likely doesn't even knows we are still here. And this washing room is clearly not used as a shower anymore. We didn't cleaned ourselves for more than a week. Who knows when we will have this luxury again."
Katrina breathed in annoyedly, and truly registered that she indeed didn't smelled that nice. Going back into the shuttle would be hell, now that they had been out of its stinky, thick atmosphere. Against better judgment, she sniffed at her armpits. Ugh.
,,If you like... But don't blame me if this leads to us ending up in an embarrassing, naked brawl."
L'Rell chuckled.
Then she walked over to one of the showers, boxed against an rusty pipe, and turned it on. The water rushing out was a lot cleaner than Katrina had expected. Checkingly, she hold a hand underneath it.
,,Very good. It is neither ice cold nor skin-boiling hot. We are lucky."
And then she striped off her armor as if she and Katrina had been comerades for years by now and undressed quite at ease. Katrina felt her breath catch in her troat as she pulled the rough-weaven shirt over her head and bared her broad back. Strong muscles shifted underneath the greyish-brown skin, the broad ridges running down her spine shifted and turned as she threw the shirt into the pile of her armor and opened the fastening of her bra. With an heartbeat that seemed to end straight between her thighs, Katrina realized that she was completely topless now. God damn, she had an absolutely gorgeous back.
She just hoped she hadn't noticed her intrigued gazes. She looked away and started undressing herself, too, ignoring the weird feeling of going to be naked with a woman from her enemy species in the same room, and that the whole situation seemed like out of an bizarre lesbian interspecies porn.
She put her trousers down to the rest of her clothing and waddled to one of the showers, desperately keeping her eyes on the floor to both avoid the sigh of L'Rell and of her own nakedness that would have only reminded how very well to see she was for the other woman.
She tried to activate her shower, slammed her palm against the button as nothing happened and almost jumped as absolutely sudden a swell of hot water smacked down on her. After the first shock, it actually felt quite good.
On her left, she heard the water splash as L'Rell cleaned herself.
,,Rare that the water has an temperature that is actually not painful. Painful in the unpleasurable way."
Did she really wanted to know what "painful in the pleasurable way" would be?
,,They must have warmed it on the engines, with the side effect of cooling them in turn. Very efficient."
,,But wouldn't it be boiling then?", she asked, and they discussed technical facts as if this whole damn situation would be totally ordinary. But strangely, the longer they talked, the more it felt like this, never truly normal but possibly lesser absurd.
Somewhen, Katrina saw out of the corner of her eye how L'Rell was watching her, and finally returned her gaze, staring directly in her eyes. She smiled, and her blue seagull eyes focused on her with an unblinking intensity that almost made her shudder. And then her eyes wandered down and ran over every curve and line and detail of her body. It wasn't her former greedy stare anymore, as if she would just be a thing she wanted. It was admiration for a person she valued. She was torn between the urge to cover herself and to clean herself in clearly suggestive moves to show L'Rell how much her gaze aroused her. She did nothing, simply closed her eyes and ran her fingers trough her hair, distracted by the knowledge that L'Rell was watching her and the throbbing in her loins.
As L'Rell finally looked away and started to dedicate herself to her own cleaning, she managed to overcome herself and took in the sight of her naked body, flown over with water.
She had to remind herself to breath as she let her gaze slip over the line of her collar bone, broad and ornamented with ridges, her abs, the ridges running down her chest, down between her glorious large breasts. Hot burning between Katrinas thighs as she instinctively imagined how it would feel to touch them, to feel their weight on her hands, kneed them and feel the full softness underneath her fingers. Her heart was pounding like mad.
The water ran in streams over her nipples and down her stomach and the curve of her hips and down her strong thighs. Whatever reason there was behind shaving their heads, it seemed to extend to the rest of body hair too.
What a strange occurrence of similar evolution how, well, human she looked, as far as Katrina could tell.
And then she realized what the fucking hell she had been doing, and focused back on the wall. Kissing was one thing, sex was absolutely another level. And yeah, she was honest with herself, she was absolutely thinking about sex.
She forced herself to look away and stop imagine how she would make out with her here and now if they weren't fleeing and if they weren't hiding on a strangers ship. She wished she would have been finished finally, but her hair was still long and a tangled mess, and soap didn't seem to be very effective.
,,Shall I help you cleaning your hair?", L'Rell suddenly said, voice low and with an soft vibration to it that ended up straight in her loins.
She was so surprised that she forgot to answer. L'Rell took that as a yes.
Katrina heard her moving behind her, felt how the flow of water changed. Was she just imagining this or could she actually feel the heat radiating off her skin?
And then her fingers touched her scalp and Katrinas breath caught. She was running them slowly trough her hair, softly massaging the soap in, an harmless, innocent touch.
But Katrina was all to aware of how close L'Rells hips were to her back. Her fingers sank deeper, briefly grazed the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders, and she half feared and half wished that she would fully lay her hands on her skin and run them down her back and forward over her ribs and cover her tingling breasts to play with them, lower one hand down her stomach and push it between…
She had to control herself not to gasp.
However, nothing of this happened. At some point, L'Rell simply stepped back, put off her shower and used one of the clothes hung to dry to dry herself. Katrina followed her, and it was surreal how fast she wore her clothes and her Rihannsu space suit again as if nothing had happened. Only her wet hair showed that this hadn't been just an weird fantasy of her.
They skulked back trough the ship, always alert and in fighting stance, still expecting the patrol to come around the corner even if they must have been away since more than half an hour by now. Katrina was so tense that she flinched and turned ready to fight at the slightest sounds, but it was only creaking of the ship.
She was almost… disappointed would be the wrong word, but still to full of tension and nervous energy she would have needed to spent as she reached their fast mover. L'Rell seemed to feel the same too, because she wasn't still for a single moment, fingers and hands and feet moving, eyes rushing from one detail to the other.
They departed from the freighter and soon were out of the dangerous area, but she still wanted to run and move and fight, even now as the ships were far out of reach, and they finally found some solar system to hide in. She could still feel the adrenalin rush trough her body, how she needed the action and fight that L'Rell and her didn't had to do. Restlessly she ran her fingers over her console, checking the sensors every few seconds just to do something. Once more she realized how tiny and campy the fast mover was. As she was absolutely sure that they were out of reach, she stood and climbed to the two meters of spare space behind the cockpit. L'Rells head flinched towards her. Yes, she was just as full of energy as her.
,,I just feel that I have to move.", Katrina muttered frustrated.
Now, L'Rell rose too, stretching her arms and back.
,,Hey, do you want to do a training fight or something? Just friendly training, to expel the spare energy. I see how restless you are, too."
The younger woman looked up, those icy cool blue eyes absolutely fixated on her, lips quirking. And then she stepped in one single powerful, elegant movement toward her, and punched after Katrina's head. Katrina dodged, trying to box L'Rell in the gut, but she leapt aside, attacked again.
From time to time L'Rell explained with calm voice what she had done wrong or how she could have attacked better, the younger woman never seemed to feel overbearing about her greater skill in this.
They shifted and leaped around each other, always trying to be as far away as possible from the other, but the walls of the ship stopped them more than once, and after a few minutes, Katrina had dozen of bruises because she had hit the glass. She didn't care. Wild energy pulsated trough her, letting her hardly feel the pain at all when L'Rell hit her or when she blocked and stumbled under the raw power of the Klingon. She sweated underneath her space suit, and her hair stuck at her face. She saw pearls of sweat run down L'Rells sharp features as well, as she never left Katrina with her look, furrows narrowed, lips tight. And then Katrina missed a blow, and stumbled against L'Rell, who grabbed her then. Katrina used the short distance to smack her elbow at her flank, but L'Rell tried to kick her feet from under her, and she simply was much stronger. Katrina let herself become limp, and then, as L'Rell paused confused, grab her wrist and push it down and kick her feet from under her. She still tried to hold onto Katrina, who squirmed and pushed.
And then, they both fell, and L'Rell was on the floor underneath her, breathing hard, skin glistering with sweat. Katrina was absolutely sure that it would be easy for her to simply turn their position and fixate her under her, but she didn't. She just smiled expectantly, eyes glittering. Katrina didn't waste a moment to grab her wrists, fixate them with her own weight. She sat astride the warioress hips, and her armor pressed strangely against her legs trough the fabric of her clothing.
She could smell L'Rell, hear her breath so close to her, feeling her, all this power, underneath her.
She fell down upon her and kissed her, pressing her down with her weight and lips and hands. She kissed her back so hard that it almost hurt, so deep and passionately that she struggled to breath, growling softly, grabbing Katrinas neck. Wild energy of a whole other sort rushed trough Katrinas body, burning in her breasts, until finally settling in a hot pulsation in her loins. She was so close, she could actually smell the other womans arousal, sharp and musky and archaic.
She slide her hands down L'Rells neck, feeling the scar and the scales underneath her fingers. Her skin was firm and hot and sweaty. She tried to push her fingers under her armor, find a way to touch more of this intolerably sweet dark flesh. This time, L'Rell hissed, the hunger and desire in her eyes unlike anything she had ever seen. Urgently, she unclasped her armor, stripping it off impatently. She wore the army trouser and raw shirt underneath it, of course, and Katrina noticed how it accentuated her broad hips and broad shoulders and her gorgeous large breasts and heavy built, before she ran her fingers underneath it.
L'Rell parted from her.
,,Are we really doing this?", what a contrast, her former feral passion and the insecurity in her voice.
Katrina first wanted to answer something like ,,Well, this doesn't feels like we don't, does it?" And then the severity of the whole situation hit her.
Shit. Her heart did one painfully heavy beat, so strong that for a moment she didn't felt like she was able to breathe. This was too far. This was to fucking far to do with a hostile interrogator. But they had done already too much, and they had already started this, stopping now wouldn't undo that. It didn't mattered if they continued or not. Maybe this would haunt her for the rest of the war, but it would do it anyway, and who knew if they would actually survive the next day. Couldn't they allow themselves a bit fun now, before it was too late?
Did she actually want this? Was that more than just Stockholm syndrome and a strange panic reaction? She listened inside her, and yes, strange as it was, she was definitely attracted to L'Rell. Desired her. She even felt… something for her, but she absolutely didn't wanted to know what.
,,I… I think so. If you actually want something like this with a small, febble human…", she added as a bit of her braveness came back.
,,Hmmm. You may be small, but you are a true warrioress, my Admiral.", fastly, but still somewhat more carefully than before, she pushed her hand under Katrinas shirt and ran her pointy, claw like fingernail down her flank. The sharp sensation echoed between her thighs.
She grinned predatorily, baring her sharp teeth as Katrinas breath caught. Despite her lying underneath Katrina, everything about her made clear who truly was the more dangerous one of the two of them.
Katrina grabbed her head, pushed it back and forced her low growl silent with another kiss. It was long and deep and Katrina had to gulp for breath in between because it seemed to go on endlessly and was so wild, but damn, it was worth it. She felt L'Rells hips jerking up to meet hers.
L'Rell explored her back, ran her hands up and down her spine, grabbed her hips to press them closer against hers.
Katrina in turn tried to push her hands further under the rough fabric of L'Rells shirt, closer to her smooth, thick, hot skin. She drew circles over the flesh of her hips, feeling their softness and the underlying tension of her muscles, her hard bones and some hard alien ridges she couldn't immediately classify underneath. But she wanted, needed to feel more. She tried to slide her hands up her back, but it was quite difficult because L'Rell was still supine.
As she finally noticed this, she pushed herself up to her elbows, and Katrina ran her hands up her spine. Hard muscles shifted underneath her fingers, so powerful. She could feel the ridges she had seen before, bone-hard, strange and utterly sexy, and followed them with her fingertips, and then, as L'Rell shifted and signed approvingly, ran her fingernails lightly over them. L'Rell moaned against her lips, and the sound made her shudder with desire.
Another low growl: ,,… how intense such a light touch can feel like. Almost stronger than truly touching…", her accent was thicker now, and the harsh emphasis sounded definitely sexy. Katrina chuckled and repeated the motion, even lighter this time. L'Rell threw her head back a bit and gasped.
She was sitting up now, Katrina noticed, with her in her lap, her hands hungrily roaming over her stomach and hips and back. Katrina pressed her lips to her neck. Hot, soft skin and the harder one of the ridges running down her throat that tasted salty of sweat. She followed the tendons of her neck, kissing and licking. L'Rell breathed harder, a low, soft sound. Her hands found the rim of Katrinas trousers and pushed underneath it.
Fuck. She was really doing this. She was really feeling L'Rells hands on her ass, tasting her hot, salty skin, feeling her breasts against her own chest, only separated by the thin barrier of their shirts. The fabric had to go.
L'Rell must have thought the same, because one of her hands was fumbling around on Katrinas shirt, but she shifted out of the touch and smiled wickedly. Expectant, L'Rell stared at her, her focus never leaving her as if she was truly a piece of prey she was hunting.
Katrina grabbed the hem of L'Rells shirt and pushed it up, pulled it over her head. As she realized what she was doing L'Rell helped her with the sleeves, her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths, her upper body only covered by her sport-bra like top. But Katrina had hardly time to examine it further, to get a closer look at how, despite the fabric looking quite thick and firm, her nipples were already pressing trough the cloth, because then L'Rell had already hastily pulled it off.
A hot shudder ran through her sex.
Her breasts felt firm and heavy and yet so soft. L'Rell moaned sharply as she kneaded them, searching for hold on the full flesh and pressed, a strangely mewling sound.
,,Harder… Please…" She was all too willing to obey. L'Rell fell down upon her, pressing her mouth on her neck, biting and kissing so hard that it hurt - but oh, such a good pain – and ripping her shirt and her bra off her in the same movement.
The warm air of the shuttle grazed her bare breasts, and hardly a moment later L'Rell was already touching her, stroking her thumb over her nipples, sending shudders of pleasure trough her chest.
Suddenly, her mouth was over her ear, her hot breath ghosting against it, her voice rough and harsh with her heavy accent: ,,Oh Katrina, you have such gorgeous breasts…"
,,You too"
,,Hhhmmm…", she kissed her earlobe, and then suddenly, sharp teeth were cutting in her neck.
,,Stop!", she ordered, only realized afterwards at the obedience in L'Rells eyes that she had laid her authority and furry as an Admiral in her voice. A bit, but only the slightest bit, more friendly, she issued: ,,We do this after my rules. You will not bite, or hit, or do whatever else sadistic tendencies may be seen as arousing in your culture, and you will not have one of your creepy moments!"
L'Rell chuckled hungrily: ,,I could make you feel pain so sweet that you will beg for more like Voq did…"
The images of L'Rell and her lover this brought into her head were definitely arousing, she couldn't deny that.
,,No!", she ordered nevertheless.
Another teeth-baring smile, a defiant sparkle in her eyes. And from then on there was no more hesitation, or perhaps no more moments of letting themselves time to hesitate.
Their trousers and underwear came off, too, stripped down hastily and rumpled up to the rest of their clothing. It was so strange straddling this naked alien woman, feeling her bare skin graze over hers as she pressed her body against hers, but also so consequent, somehow.
L'Rell closed her eyes, brought her head closely to her skin and took in her scent. Her nostrils flared. A low growl escaped her. It was utterly hot.
Instinctively, Katrina rocked her hips back and forth, and she could feel L'Rell shift under her as well. Feeling her hard muscles move underneath her let the pressure in her loins only increase. She let one hand slide down from tracing the lines of her ridges and stroke over her thigh. A flinch, a mewling sound, deep and alien, and L'Rell pulled her harder to her and pushed her hand in between her thighs.
Damn. Oh damn. Whoa, it felt so good.
,,So eager, hmmm?", L'Rell growled, and Katrina hated that she found nothing else to respond than an anticipating sigh. And then her hand started to move, fast, hard strokes. The pressure, actual, real pressure, the wonderful hardness against her sex made her gasp and groan, rock her hips against L'Rells fingers. Her claw-like fingernails scratched a bit, but not so much that it bothered and not so much that the pleasure of her touch did not outweigh it by far.
Hungrily, she grasped for something, anything of L'Rell to touch, to return that passion, and kissed her again, short, hasty because they had to gasp for air before they could deepen it. She ran her fingernails over her flank and hip and thigh in this deliberately light and all the more intense touch she seemed to like so much. Her other hand followed the tendons of her neck, caressed all the places there she herself would love to be touched at and felt her pulse race underneath her fingers. Her breathing had become a growling rasp already now.
She had started running her mouth over Katrinas neck and collar bone again.
The pressure rose more and more violently in her. She heard herself actually moan and grimaced in pleasure and didn't care.
She managed to press one hand between them, to touch L'Rells breasts, so hot and firm and heavy. Hungrily, she bent forward and pressed her mouth down on the ridges of her collar bone, nibbling and kissing, cherishing the feral gasps she ecclited. L'Rell arched her body towards her. So that it was not that big contortion to go even lower.
As her lips closed around her nipple, L'Rell actually screamed, an utterly strange, mewling wail that went only louder as she flicked her tongue over her. That part of her felt very soft and pliable, so different to the smooth but firm rest of her skin. Hungrily, she kissed it harder, nibbled and finally ran her tongue over this tender place right below she herself loved to be touched. Another howl of pleasure.
Her fingers moved harder against her, bending, and suddenly the ankle of her touch was…. Katrina felt herself flinch and shudder, so close, so damn close to coming.
They were lying again, L'Rell sprawled out on the sleeping bag, Katrina on top of her.
L'Rells hips pressed up against her body, she was rubbing herself against Katrinas leg. She could feel the hot wetness soaking her thigh.
They were moving against each other, simple instinct, it wasn't creating remotely enough pressure to truly get them off, but damn, the friction of L'Rells dark skin against her pale beige, feeling her muscles shift underneath her, her warmth… How had her hands ended up on her ass again? Where was the wonderful pressure against her sex?
She looked down, indulged in the sight of L'Rells grey-brown skin against her own paler white, the way her muscular body shifted against her lean one. The sounds they made, their moans and gasps and howls mixed together to one sound that seemed to fill out the whole shuttle…
At some point, she sat up to look at L'Rell, see her open her mouth in a gasp and see the shudders ran trough her body as she traced her fingernails up the inside of her tigh, see her face contorted to a cry as she got just a little bit higher and started to stroke her. She was wonderfully hot and wet and so much softer than she had expected. Her scent soaked the air, archaic and musky and so damn female.
Katrina moved her fingers sometimes higher, sometimes lower, harder or more softly, slower or faster and watched every reaction, every shudder, every howl and moan and gasp, the way she furrowed her brows and opened her mouth. Finally she bent down to continue to kiss and caress her body, and L'Rell pulled her to her and touched her again and burrowed her face in her shoulder and neck.
She was not sure how she ended up lying on her back on top of L'Rell, grabbing her ass while one of her lovers hands stroke hard over her throat and the other worked between her thighs, and feeling her fast breathing against her cheek.
The hand wandered down to kneed her breast, and her fingers moved firmly and skillfully.
She could hardly breath from all the pleasure raging trough her body, felt herself tense. She felt L'Rells firm body pressed against her back, felt her rock desperately against her thigh. Her fingers made an particulary hard stroke, and finally the pleasure was to much to be contained simply in her loins and raged through her body, and she shuddered, her whole body arched. A throaty, agonized moan escaped her. From somewhere far away, she heard L'Rell groan in an echo of her climax.
She wasn't even all that sure if she had come, the feeling had been difficult to clarify in all the foreign touch and painfully intense pleasure so that it was hard to tell, but it didn't really mattered.
And L'Rell didn't gave her time to recover, she already continued to touch her, softer movements this time, but sensitive as she still was now, it still felt incredible.
They continued touching, turning in their embrace to steal kisses, and L'Rell didn't stopped stroking her until she had come several times more, harder, whimpering and clawing her hands into L'Rells body.
She relished how much her own pleasure aroused the younger woman, her thrilled gasps and heavy breathing in response to her own shudders, the way her body writhed against hers, her hasty kisses. She rocked her body desperately against her fingers as Katrina touched her again, as she thrusted, rubbed, stroked.
Each of the cries half stuck in her throat that escaped her at every breathing out, each spasm and shudder of her muscles under the sweat-dampened dark skin and clenching of her flesh echoed in Katrinas loins. L'Rell was touching her, too, but the louder her moans got and the more violently she arched towards her hands and lips, exploring all these gorgeous foreign details, the more her touch lost power, until she was to lost in her own pleasure to do anything than lie there, screaming and shuddering and rocking her hips. Her cheeks and the area just below her collar bone were flushed. Katrina licked the sweat of her neck.
Feeling her so damn tight around her fingers….
L'Rell came with a archaic cry, throaty and wavering and even louder than her previous screams, her tense muscles steel-hard, her head thrown back, electric blue eyes wide open and their gaze lost in ecstasy. Hot wetness rushed over Katrinas fingers.
She relaxed only slowly, falling back on their makeshift mattress of the sleeping bag.
Katrina continued to softly stroke her, but she pushed her hand away lighly, and so she stopped.
,,Already enough, mighty warrioress?", Katrina mocked endearingly.
L'Rell opened her eyes again, her gaze more clouded and unfocused than Katrina had ever witnessed. Somehow made her feel secure, that she felt safe enough to let herself become this vulnerable.
,,You were good, my admiral.", she growled satisfied, ,,Very… thoroughly."
Now it was Katrinas turn to chuckle dirtily.
She felt a few bruises that would definitely become very obvious love marks the next day, and her loins felt numb and rugged, but it had definitely been worth it, and well, what had she expected after having sex with a Klingon?
L'Rell grabbed her around the waist and softly pulled her to her, so that Katrina was lying with her back against L'Rells chest, feeling her spoon her.
L'Rell reached for the other side of the opened sleeping bag, and drafted it over them like a blanked. Katrina snuggled up closer to her. Her arms were folded around her chest.
A/N: Oh my, I am absolutely not sure if the shower scene was really necessary or felt simply artificial and unrealistic, but well, I even addressed how weird it is in story, and it was sexy, so it could stay.
I also needed really long to write the sex scene, and I am still a bit insecure about it. Maybe I wasn't so comfortable with L'Rell at all, and it was also the first femslash scene I ever wrote.