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His lips were softer than anything she had ever felt. They were gentle and sweet, rubbing against her own like butterfly wings. She released a moan of frustration, her tongue sweeping across his lower lip, begging admittance to the sweetness inside.
He answered with a sweetly savage probe of his tongue against hers, questing the wetness of her mouth and sending quiet explosions down into her belly; she could have fallen on the ground from the pleasure. But he held onto her tightly, warm hands curled against her waist and deepened the kiss until she was breathless.
Desire rippled through her and into the deep, dark places she had almost forgotten, setting them afire as they throbbed with need.
Too fast…her mind screamed, too fast!
She broke off the kiss, her breathing heavy and hard. "I…I've got to get up in the morning."
He nodded, though she could see the sheen of desire across his handsome face and in the tension of his jaw.
"I will walk you to your quarters," he told her.
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"You what?!" Christine exclaimed shrilly.
"It's too soon!," Nyota told her, "I hardly know him and I'm just getting out of a relationship…,"
"Nyota Uhura," Christine admonished, "You told a gorgeous, sexy, willing man with an IQ the size of Venus and he probably has the anatomy to match, to drop you off at your quarters and you didn't invite him inside? Why?!," she cried dramatically.
"Well, I mean, I didn't want him to think I was easy, Chris,"
"Oh please," Christine rolled her eyes, "That idea went the way of the diaphragm. We're in Starfleet! We could die at any minute! Right now, there is a huge battalion of aliens that want to body snatch us and you're denying yourself what could be the last night of passionate, great, hopelessly wonderful sex, because you. are. a. prude."
"Am not!"
"How long did it take you and Spock to finally have sex?," she asked.
"Well," Nyota thought, "Um—about a year and a half--,"
"See! I knew it! Watching you guys get together was probably like watching paint dry,"
Nyota gasped and hit Christine softly with a couch cushion.
"You take that back! I thought Spock wanting to wait was sweet."
"Oh, yeah, I'm sure getting an instructional novel on beginning cardassian really worked well on those cold lonely nights."
"Well," Nyota pouted, "I mean I wanted to—but he was hesitant."
"Honey, any man that does not want to climb the mountain that is Nyota Uhura and plant his flag is a big fat waste of time in my opinion."
"Please," Christine begged, "Please, at least tell me the sex was good."
"It was—I guess it was passionate. I don't have any other frame of reference."
Christine gasped. "Spock was your first?!"
Christine gave Nyota a look of deep sympathy. "Oh honey, you've got to get out there. Experience life. And hopefully some really great sex with a guy with a big--,"
"Hey," Nyota warned, "We had some moments."
"You think you had some moments," Christine corrected her, "If you were a virgin, you wouldn't know any better."
"Did Spock at least—you know," Christine pointed downwards.
Nyota gave her a look of confusion. "Um--what is that?," she giggled, "What's with the hand gestures?"
Christine rolled her eyes, "He didn't you know—show you that he was a "cunning linguist"?," Christine emphasized the phrase with air quotes.
"Cunniling--?," Nyota's eyes opened wide with shock and comprehension, "You are bad! Bad, bad!"
Christine smirked, "Well, I try,"
"Of course he didn't!," Nyota replied, "He thought it was unhygienic."
"That's it!" Christine proclaimed, "You are going to seduce this man or hell, let him seduce you, and have crazy, unadulterated back bending, on the couch, on the wall and on the floor type sex until your legs fall off."
Nyota raised her eyebrow mischievously. "Gee Christine, if that's what you and McCoy do, he shouldn't be so cranky."
"Ha!," Christine responded, "Shows how much you know. A starship full of gold guineas and a lifetime of "I Dream of Jeannie" reruns could hit that man on the head and he still wouldn't crack a smile."
They giggled and laughed until their sides ached.
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