I'm sitting here in the sun on my tablet, listening to lana del rey, eating an ice cream, writing this chapter, as you do. Be warned, this is a bit of a smutty chapter, if you want to move past it to the page breaker, don't be afraid to.

So yeah review please, and enjoy!

~Fleursbelle

Chekov and I were lying on our bed thinking of what to do once we got to earth. His plan was to break free and go get help. We all know where his plan for help got us last time. However, my plan was much simpler, we comply. We do as asked, or rather told, of us. It's a fool proof way of actually getting out of this situation alive. But of course, he didn't like it.

"You're crazy! We'd be breaking Starfleet's rules, we could be terminated!" He cried, however once he saw the confused and shocked face I had, he shook his head and continued. "Not the right word, I meant terminated from employment. Fired. Not... Terminated from life."

I found his confusion humorous sometimes. How he'd get tongue tied trying to say what he meant. Although he was fluent in English, sometimes knew words I didn't, he still got confused. It was usually in stressful situations, which happened to be a lot lately, obviously.

"So what, we run to the nearest officer and explain to them what happened, only for the gorns to flee, because they'll obviously be monitoring us and our actions. Then months, or even years later, them to catch us and possibly kill us for our deceit?!" I explained, in a hush cry.

"Well not exactly. We... You see, we can..." He stutterd.

"Yeah thought so."

I hated being rude to him, but he didn't know what he was talking about, he didn't think it through. Which is odd for him, because he usually does. I stared at his crinkled up face and sighed.

"It'll be ok. We'll know what to do when the time comes, I'm sure." I said softly as I began to rub his shoulders. "Just relax.."

He began to loosen up as my hands massaged his tense shoulders and back. He stretched out his neck by leaning back and smiling at me upside down. I giggled, god he turns me into such a girl. I'm usually tough, although its just me who thinks that to be honest.

I kissed my forefinger, touched his nose with the same finger and smiled. He slowly lay back his head onto my knees. And stared up at me. Suddenly he grabbed my face and pulled it to his where our lips met with force. I was surprised by the sudden embrace, but I wasn't about to complain. Any sign of affection from him made me happy. I had a constant fear in the back of my mind that he would turn off me. I'd never dare say anything, incase it was true and I lose him. Losing him here was definitely not an option. We kept kissing intently until he pulled back.

"Why is it, that you make me feel so calm?" He asked, with a sigh.

"Is that a bad thing?" I questioned.

"No I suppose. No one, except my mother can make me feel calm, just by being there."

"Are we really going to talk about your mother right now?"

"No, let's not.." He laughed and began to embrace me yet again. It was me who pulled back this time, but only to manoeuvre myself from behind him, to on top.

I placed my legs at each side of his torso. I traced the outline of his lips, eyes and nose, then placed a kiss on his cheek. It did the trick. I could see the desire burning in his eyes. He raised his head up to my neck and started to kiss it gently. I threw my head back and let out a small moan. I ran my fingers through his blond curly hair, that wasn't as soft as it normally is. Then I realised.

"What's wrong?" Chekov asked as I suddenly pulled back.

"I'm... Dirty." I replied.

"Yeah I know.." Chekov smiled and tried to kiss me again.

I placed my fingers on his pursed lips. "No literally, I'm filthy. I haven't showered in days. I can let you see me like this."

"Sarah, I too am filthy, everything on this ship is. Look at me, I'm battered and bruised too. If you n look past it, I certainly can. Come on, we both stink, who cares."

He always had a way with words.

We continued to embrace, however dirty we were. He took my hair out of the grip, and watched as my blonde waves fell around my face. I smirked and proceeded to take off his shirt. I ran my hands all over his chest. He was already working on my dress. He pulled it off in one quick motion and his hands started to explore the areas around my bra, stomach and underwear. I got goose bumps at his touch. I inched my underwear off and then got to work on his trousers. I slowly took off my bra as he pulled off his underwear, his erection springing free. I inched my way up his body until I could kiss him hard again.

His fingers traced my spine and made their way down to my butt. He gently stroked it which made my vagina tingle. I straightened up and slowly opened my legs and placed his anticipating cock into the opening of my wet pussy. His hips buckled slightly and he let out a moan. I bent over so I could continue to kiss his neck and made motions with my hips that he obviously enjoyed because his breathing became less controlled. His hands were all over my breasts, stroking and playing with them and my hard nipples. I began to kiss him on the lips as we both moaned. I could feel his rather large cock inside me. Banging off my g spot, making me go wild inside. Chekov grabbed my shoulders and spun me around in a swift motion.

He was now on top and in control. He had a wild fire in his eyes as he placed my hands above my head and held them there, he knelt inside my thighs, rendering my body incapable of moving. Admittedly I was quite enjoying being subject to whatever Chekov wanted. He pulled my hips up and lay down himself as he began to eagerly lace his tongue back and forth over my clit. My back arched as he started to suck and lick at both my pussy entrance and my clit.

"Chekov..." I moaned.

I knew he enjoyed me calling his name because he got more into it as soon as I did. His fingers were dancing all over my legs driving me insane. He sucked harder and I began to feel myself climaxing.

"Chekov.. Oh my god.." I cried as I came. My body was trembling and my breathing was out of control as my pussy silently throbbed with pleasure. I drove my eyes into Chekov's, inviting him closer. He crawled up to me and kissed me, the taste of my pussy still on his lips. I traced my tongue around his lips. I made my way down to his cock and went straight into it. I placed my mouth around his bulging penis, sucking and making my tongue dance around his tip.

"Sarah... Please.."

I wasn't sure if what exactly he was saying please to, so I took a guess and began to suck harder, his head bobbing off the back of my throat. In my younger days, I learnt a handy trick. If you squeeze down the thumb of your left hand between your fingers, you won't have a gag reflex, handy trick eh.

I was right about him wanting more. His hands gripped the bed as he drove into my mouth.

"I'm.. I'm coming, oh god.." I pulled him out of my mouth and he came on my face, just across my cheek. I licked the remaining cum off his tip and swallowed it. I could see that was a turn on for him. He was still erect, and in noticing so, he pinned me down on the bed and drove his cock into me. I cried out and my arms flung to the side of the bed. I gripped hard as he thrusted hard into me, with each thrust, he grunted. His grunt was a huge turn on for me, not to mention that accent of his.

"Oh Sarah..." He spoke softly, making me take a sharp breath.

I could feel him coming to a climax as he began to quicken his pace. I started to massage my breasts. I felt myself wanting to come too. My breath quickened and I lost control.

"Sarah, I'm coming."

"Me too, oh Chekov..."

His hips buckled and I could feel him filling me up. Suddenly, I got the urge to pee. I was in such a daze that I didn't even try stop it. But it wasn't pee. I had squirted, all over Chekov's pelvis. The sensation was the greatest I've ever felt, it was amazing. I had heard of girls squirting before, also heard it was a turn on for guys. It certainly was for Chekov. He smiled and stroked his soft cock. My pussy was throbbing yet again with an even bigger feeling of pleasure. I couldn't get over how great that was. The best I've ever had. I reminded myself to tell Chekov later just how good he was. My breathing had just gotten back to normal as he jumped up and it his ear to the door. He ran back to the bed.

"Quickly, get dressed. They're coming" he said.

The Gorn didn't even knock as he entered the room. I had just placed my dress over my head in time for him to come in.

"We have arrived at earth. You are to come with me." He spoke.

We followed him to the head Gorn, where we were told what to do.

"Go into starfleet's prison, do what you have to do to get to the prisoners, say what you have to say to get them out. You will then return to us here and as soon as we confirm their presence and safety, you will be free to go." His eyes bore into us as he spoke.

"There's just one thing." Chekov said, I rolled my eyes as I expected him to decline and result in another beating. "We look horrific. If anyone was to see us like this, especially anyone in starfleet HQ, they would question us, and realise something suspicious was going on."

"Hmmm... I ssssssuppose you're right." He hissed. "You have 15 minutes to clean up once inside. Then proceed with the plan. Got it?"

"Yes sir." Chekov was really cutting it close.

We made our way out of the ship, which was parked on the water of the Thames, and began to walk towards the boat that was ready to take us towards the bustling city of London.

You're going to try that gag reflex thing aren't you? ;) it actually works! Not that I've ever put it into practice lol.

So I was a tad uncomfortable writing the smutty stuff, so if you read it, pleeaaasseeeee let me know how I did. I'm used to reading, not writing lol. Thanks again guys, hope you enjoyed!