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She awakened sometime later, wrapped in his arms, his breath brushing warmly against her ear. She turned and he murmured sleepily, pulling her closer to him and she lay for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her fingers against the hard muscles of his chest, his heart beating strongly beneath her hand and the innocent peacefulness upon his face as he slept. She wriggled beneath the heavy weight of his arms and disentangled herself. He protested, muttering in his sleep, hands roving before finally settling on her pillow as he rolled over.
She watched him a minute more before crossing to the closet and pulling on a nightshirt. She turned and resisted the urge to giggle as he snored loudly, mouth open and drool threatening to pool across the pillow.
She traipsed to the kitchen, singing softly, her beautiful voice flowing like silk in the confined area. She wasn't a culinary genius like Dimitri, and certainly wasn't going to try, but she was able to chop up and prepare a nice medley of fruit, along with a warm plate of Moldovian eggs, bacon and a few pieces of toast.
She gasped and then smiled when a warm pair of hands wrapped around her waist and soft lips nibbled at her nape.
"I should be cooking for you," he told her, his voice still thick with sleep.
"You always cook. It's time I took over for a bit," she grinned and turned, capturing his mouth in a soft kiss.
He helped her carry the food out into the living area, where she set up the holovid and they began to watch old Terran cartoons. She purred with contentment as they devoured the eggs, bacon and toast and fed each other the pieces of fruit.
He slipped a juicy piece of fruit between her lips and she suckled it. It disappeared into the wetness of her mouth and she licked the juice from his fingertips. She then took a turn feeding him and nearly moaned in pleasure when his tongue wrapped around her finger, he sucked for a bit, and then she removed her hand, angling for another piece of fruit. They repeated this for several minutes, desire growing in their eyes, hands becoming sticky with juice and their bodies becoming filled with a different kind of hunger.
The food was soon forgotten as he removed her nightshirt and she helped pull off his underwear. They stared at each other a moment, breaths catching as each took in the beauty of the other. Then in a dervish of tongues, a tangle of arms and legs, and the hotness of eager caresses, they made love again. He buried his face in the silky fall of her hair, breathing her in, and moaning her name over and over again as her tightness pulled at him, threatening to take him over the edge. He licked her neck and nibbled the soft, delicate skin before sucking hard. She moaned and found his mouth, where she could still taste the sweetness of fruit on his lips.
He began thrusting faster, and heat pooled inside her, pressure building to a crescendo. She raked her nails against his back and he groaned into her ear, telling her in several languages just how good she felt to him. She hovered a moment near the edge, his tongue in her mouth, his hands in her hair; and then he thrust hard, and she was reeling, spinning, falling into the powerful sensation of completion. He followed soon after and they lay tangled in each other's arms against the floor.
They looked into each other's eyes and grinned. Nyota kissed him sweetly on the lips and he smiled.
"We're never going to get any work done at this rate," she told him.
He gave her a lopsided grin. "I am working. I am worshipping at the temple of your beautiful body," he purred and ran his hands lightly across her breasts and stomach.
She shivered and felt desire growing inside her once again. Nope, she thought, we're not going to get any work done.
And she was right.
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By the time they emerged from her quarters it was over a day later. She feverishly completed many of the tasks she had left undone and by noon, she had confirmed with all of the candidates and all members of the away team had been selected.
She attended meetings, perfected strategies and in a flurry of activity was able to finally speak with Starfleet headquarters. They assured her she would have everything at her disposal.
Her day wound down and she found herself in the mess hall, grabbing a quick bite to eat. She was on her way to a table when she was intercepted by the one person she wasn't in the best mood to see: Spock.
Damn, she thought, she couldn't avoid him. After all, they'd be working together. She shook off her disinclination, pasted on a smile and nodded at his invitation to sit with her.
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