A/N: I don't want to give anything away, but if you are embarrassed by hot and heavy sexiness, be warned! Smut alert!!! :-)
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She watched him watching the holovid—an old Terran romance called "CasaBlanca."
He had assured her that it was a classic.
She had laughed, "Wow. You just keeping getting better and better. A guy that likes a good chick flick is fine by me."
She had giggled at his puzzled expression.
She took advantage of his distracted state to study him. He was so different from Spock. He was expressive, and though she had often assured herself time and again that Spock's lack of emotiveness was fine, there was something good about having someone that could laugh at her jokes. Though he didn't always catch on to her sly, cultural references and use of language, (he was not quite on board with her obsession with puns) he always managed to get her.
He had his flaws of course. He hated cats. Nyota loved the furry little critters. He snored—Nyota almost giggled when she remembered how he had fallen asleep at his desk, mouth open, a slight line of drool pooling around his face and deep, loud snores reverberating about the tiny office.
She shook her head. He always left the toilet seat up when he came to her quarters. He was stubborn and driven, and yet—Nyota conceded, at least he could admit when he was wrong. Nyota rolled her eyes and sighed. Spock would never admit to being wrong about anything, especially when it came to matters of the heart.
She continued studying him, Christine's words pouring through her brain:
"We could die at any minute…,"
He turned to her, confusion and concern marring his perfect features. "What is it? Are you alright Nyota?"
She said nothing and instead proceeded to kiss, lick and nip at his lips.
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Dimitri slid his hands around her waist, his large soft hands skimming the small of her back and making her shiver. She could feel his warm breath against her neck before he nipped lightly, followed by a hot, wet, swipe of tongue. She reveled in his masculine scent and moaned as his tongue peaked slightly across the delicate skin of her ear and then gently suckled her lobe.
Nyota turned in his arms and found his mouth, feverishly mixing her breath and wetness with his own, and then lightly teasing his soft lips before once more plunging her tongue inside.
He kissed her like he was a thirsty man and she a cool, wonderful drink. He gently pressed her down into the couch and continued biting, licking and kissing the sensitive skin of her neck before touching the top button on her blouse.
A question was in his eyes and Nyota quickly divested herself of her shirt and bra.
What am I doing? She asked herself. What am I doing?? She ignored the tiny voice and focused on his hands, which were now delicately kneading her breasts and rolling her nipples lightly against his fingertips. Her breath caught as he lowered his head and took one dusky tip in his mouth, suckling, nipping, teasing and tormenting. He turned his attentions to the other breast and then alternated until Nyota was writhing and moaning against him.
He kissed and tasted every available inch of skin; touching, caressing, exploring the smooth, brown valley and peaks of her body.
Nyota was dizzy with desire and was barely aware of her slipping off her pants and her underwear and tugging desperately at his shirt. She moaned when he finally pressed against her, skin to skin, kisses fast and frantic, skin dappled with a light sheen of sweat, scents combining and breaths merging. Teeth, tongue, wetness and smooth expanses of skin and sensation became her world. Her body throbbed and she could feel the sweet pooling of fluids gathering in the one place she so desperately needed him
He traced a path with his tongue from her neck to her breasts, and down to her smoothly muscled, taut stomach. He proceeded even lower, teasing and roving his rogue tongue along the line of her lower stomach and the top of her hips and fingered the dark triangle of hair below.
Nyota gasped and her body bucked as he moved lower and his tongue flicked out and found the throbbing pearl hidden in her depths, her thoughts were scrambled and she screamed in Turkish, Danish and finally in Klingon as he licked, sucked, and then rolled her delicate bud against his rough tongue, and teased her until she begged.
Where in the world did he learn how to do that? She wondered and quickly stopped caring as his insistent tongue thrusts became tiny nips and she clamped her legs around his head as the pressure became pleasantly intense.
His tongue slipped inside her, caressing the walls and pulling down her wetness as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down upon her. His tongue continued stretching, pushing, prying the sensitivity out of her until she was screaming, drowning in the scent of her sex…
Her mind became a blur as he coaxed another orgasm from her trembling body. She began thanking whatever gods and goddesses she could think of that created such a man with a talented tongue.
He pulled out his tongue and suckled her outer lips as tiny tremors of mini-orgasms continued to assault her and then finally dying down in a slow languid surge of pleasurable vibrations.
"Wow," Nyota remarked as her mind cleared and she recovered the ability to speak.
"Wow," Nyota repeated, "That was--,"
"Not the end, my love," he growled and she gasped as he stood, his naked body on full display for her greedy eyes. He was magnificent. He was like a Michaelangelo statue brought to life, with hard sweat drenched pecs, a hard taut and heavily muscled torso, his legs and arms were toned and rippled beneath his smooth skin and as Nyota looked further down….
His manhood was long, thick and slightly curved and seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Before she could think about it Nyota had crawled towards him and gently took his thick head into her mouth. She rolled it around her tongue and sucked hard.
He moaned and pulled away gently, "Nyota, if you start that, I do not know how long I will last,"
He grabbed her as if she weighed no more than a feather and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. His face became strained and tense as she slid into her tightness.
He groaned and then plundered her mouth, his tongue mimicking his thrusts as he slowly slid in and out, teasing her and prolonging the pleasure. Nyota whimpered in frustration and began rolling her hips, eager to increase the pace.
His tempo quickened, his turgid manhood filling her up and hitting spots she never knew she had. He maneuvered her back against the wall and his legs were like pistons as he moved in and out her wetness, the sound of skin hitting skin loud and oddly arousing to Nyota.
Nyota murmured in a variety of languages and he whispered sexily in her ear, slipping into his native language. That strange feeling of pressure was building in her once again, coiling tighter with each delicious thrust. Her muscles were straining, pulling towards some undefinable goal.
Then he thrusted once, twice and then she exploded, stars and lights dancing behind her eyes, the pressure releasing in a cacophony of pleasure and fiery sensation. He thrust a few more times and then he too was moaning as he found his completion.
They collapsed onto the floor, both breathing heavily.
"Wow," she said again and he gazed at her wonderingly, "Yes. Wow," he echoed as they both stared at each other, eyes filled with surprise, contentment and amazement.
"That was--," he stopped, his mind searching for an adequate word before giving up.
"I know," she told him, "Me too,"
Then they chuckled as if they had an inside joke, and really they did. Two people who were so proficient with language and couldn't define the experience they had just shared.
"Maybe," she told him, "That was a fluke."
He wrinkled his brow. "You think so?"
"I don't know, maybe,"
"Well," he told her, "I am a scientist. It is only right to—repeat the experiment to see if we get the same results."
She nodded and smiled. "Sounds about right," and she jumped up.
"You've got to catch me first,"
He trailed behind her and caught up with her in her bedroom, and then proceeded to "experiment" with her for the next four hours.
Later, Nyota lay trembling beneath him, body still shaking from countless orgasms, breath heavy with pleasure, pleasantly achy and sore from their exertions. She smiled up at him and concluded the experiment was a success.
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A/N: I know some people may be disappointed by the turn of events, but Nyota really needed to do some exploring and get in touch with that side of herself.