Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek Voyager, I do however own this plot and the original characters.

Despite the fact that Icheb and Naomi were now ready to deal with how they felt for each other, especially after such an intense moment on the holodeck, ready to plunge into their relationship, they still had to remain distant during their work, which did not give them a lot of time to do anything about it. They would have to appear as collected and focused as anyone else, working diligently on their respective duties while on the inside they were burning for each other.

It had been about two agonizing days since their intimate embrace, and they had nothing to show for their progress in their evolved relationship since then. Nothing but mounting, screaming frustration that kept them awake at night. There was minimal distraction when Admiral Sisko had reported being on his way only a day later, a very brief distracting from falling apart, but it was only a temporary focus that was soon very quickly overshadowed by the immense climbing tension.

The night after Icheb had inspired in her a new appreciation for his hands, Naomi was in complete agony. She had tried to sleep, methodically did all her nightly routine and then settled in to bed... but the haunting memory of his touch, his fingers forcing her to sob with pleasure... no, sleep wasn't an option. No amount of exercise, boring reading material, or working overtime did anything to help quell her unquenchable longing either. Not even the sedatives had helped this time, she simply could not relax. All she could do was agonize over him, torment herself over and over with her need to have him with her, but nothing she did came close to how he had made her feel. In that moment of weakness, Naomi resented him, hoped he was suffering with no relief as well.

Naomi spent most of the next day completely avoiding him whenever she could, upset with him and herself for letting them go that far. It had been bad enough when they had kissed brutally in his quarters the other night, but then the holodeck happened. How was she supposed to focus on her duties now? Icheb had opened an entirely new realm of fantasies in her. How was she going to get anywhere with her work when all she could think of was his hands, his body, his mouth, imagining him dismissing Jeremiah and taking her hard against her console until she shrieked his name over and over?

This time, no amount of external aid would be able to help her with this and she certainly did not want to talk about it with the doctor! Counselor confidentiality or not! Fortunately, Icheb did not question her, did not ask why she was avoiding him, completely understood she needed space, and she was grateful for it. That night had been just as torturous as the previous, though she resolutely refused to try to ease herself of her suffering, unaware that Icheb was doing much the same.

The following day, Naomi did everything in her power to keep herself focused, which unfortunately meant she ran herself ragged through her work. The plus side was that she was making unbelievable progress with her efforts and probably assured she'd get a very high report from her supervisor. Naomi stood with Lieutenant Jeremiah on a holodeck simulation of the Astrometrics lab, ready to test their adjustments to their frequencies out. If this worked, they would get a signal from the Delta Quadrant directly from Voyager and be able to create their own wormhole. The result of their simulation was a success, making them cheer happily. This was good! That meant they only had to ensure that their path was clear and all of their systems were in order and they could finally establish a link to that section of the galaxy!

That afternoon, Naomi made her way to the staff meeting happily, having successfully distracted herself enough to be excited over giving her report to the team. After using all of the calming techniques that she could think of, Naomi had managed to find enough focus to discover a way to send subspace signals through a previously open wormhole without needing the singularity open. Her thoughts, as usual for these days, was then promptly interrupted.

"Naomi Wildman," said young woman froze and shivered, but turned at the familiar call and attempted to smile at her Captain as calmly as she could. "Were you in the holodeck?" he asked curiously as he walked over to her. Naomi tried not to noticed his chest puffed slightly at seeing her, how his walk turned into a purposeful gait, approaching her with long, efficient strides of his legs. She tried not to appreciate his conditioned form, or notice the heat of his towering body so close to hers.

Naomi cleared her throat and looked away from him. "Yes. Lieutenant Jeremiah and I just finished running a series of tests for the proper establishment of a link. I was on my way to the meeting to report on the progress," she told him carefully, waiting with him for the turbo-lift.

Icheb tried not to stare at her, tried not to give in to his impulse, the rapid loss of control he was prone to, the need to grab her, press her against the corridor, and give everyone on the ship a show. "I expect it will be an interesting report?" he asked tentatively, not fully trusting his voice.

Naomi peeked over at him. "Yes sir, I'm sure you'll enjoy it," she smiled tightly, seeing the quickly darkening look in his eyes.

Icheb regarded her for a second before answering. "I'm certain I will," he agreed slowly, taking a step closer to her, unable to contain himself much longer. Naomi bit her lip hard, her heart racing, knowing what he wanted and looked around them anxiously. "We're alone at the moment," Icheb reassured her, his hand sliding over her cheeks.

"Borg tech?" Naomi's brow lifted as he approached her, trying again to distract herself.

"Yes," he said simply, quickly, leaning in to her.

Naomi felt her breath hitch, lips parting in anticipation as his hot breath tickled over them. Icheb stepped closer, bending and tilting his head toward her, but a familiar sound made him stop. Naomi blinked in confusion when he then very quickly pulled apart, turning away to look at the lift. At that moment, the lift arrived and opened for them and Naomi understood that he had heard it. As they reluctantly stepped onto it, Naomi nearly sighed out loud in relief when the lift was not empty this time. Naomi wasn't sure what she was expecting to happen if they happened to be alone together again. It wasn't that she didn't want him, it was that she wasn't sure she'd be able to stop if they started anything. Naomi had seen the intention of kissing her, but in such close quarters, it would most likely escalate into something that could very quickly land them without careers in their future.

"Crewman," Icheb smiled tightly to the other passenger.

"Hello, Captain," the man smiled nervously at his superior officer.

They rode in silence, the tension in the little closet sized room boiling them in their uniforms. If he were the type, Icheb would have been shifting from foot to foot impatiently for them to be alone as an idea began to form in his mind. Naomi glanced over at him a little nervously, sensing his impatience. It was as she feared, but at this point, Naomi was resigned to the fact that as soon as they were alone again, Icheb would take full advantage of their solitude.

As though reading her thoughts, as soon as the crewman left the lift, he sprung into action. "Computer, stop turbo-lift," Icheb said easily and turned to her, leveling her with a look of promise. "Naomi," he said simply, stepping into her personal space. Despite her reservations, the half Ktarian was already reaching for him, unable to stop herself. She slid her hands over his arms, past his shoulders and tangled in his hair as he closed the gap, plunging his hot tongue into her mouth as they crashed into each other, gasping gripping need ruling them as they collapsed against the wall hard. It seemed that was becoming habit for them. If they lost all control this easily, from just a kiss, Naomi shuddered to think what would happen if they went further, though not at all in a bad way. Icheb's hands fell over her waist, sliding down over her hips as he stroked his tongue along hers urgently.

Then Icheb suddenly slid his hands behind her, over her ass as he lifted her up. He pressed her against the bulkhead, wrapping her legs around him, and the memory of Naomi's first intense dream of Icheb resurfaced, the similarities almost painful and unbelievably arousing. The feel of his hand sliding into her shirt, making its way up slowly was enough to make Naomi realize they really could be in a lot of trouble if she let this continue much longer. She could already feel herself responding to his touch, to his intoxicating presence.

"The... meeting..." Naomi panted, doing her best to push out her words from her rapidly fleeting senses. Now that she knew what he was capable of, and the fact that she had basically given him the all clear to be as seductive as he wanted... there was no stopping him.

And Icheb didn't stop, his hand finding its target expertly and squeezing her gently. "They can wait a few more minutes," he argued distractedly, leaning in to devour her lips again as she pushed into his touch instinctively, losing her fight with her focus.

Icheb slid his other hand along her pant-clad legs, nudging them a little wider suggestively, making her moan into the kiss, shivering as he rubbed his thumb over one of her hard nipples through her bra. Naomi grasped at him tightly, writhing once again as his hand slipped past her hips again and behind her, gripping her ass firmly and forcing her hips to lock with his. Icheb ground into her, reminding her of his stroking movements against her on the holodeck, reminding her of her darkest fantasies about him. The feeling was intense, even as Icheb did everything he could to keep himself from physically reacting to his own actions.

Icheb had only one goal in mind, fix what he had started with her on the holodeck with the allotted time they had, make it up to her losing her release. With his body firmly pressing her against the wall, he used the hand that had held her up to slip between her legs, opening her pants enough to slide it over her warmth. The feel of her heat against him, the sound of her straining against him, her heart thrashing against her rib cage, it was driving him crazy and he didn't know how long he could keep his functions locked down, how long he could keep his focus.

"Icheb..." Naomi tried again, but could then only get heady sounds of approval out of her mouth, as his hand on her gripped her a little tighter, pulling her firmly against him while his other rubbed her until she was writhing in his hold. Naomi bowed back as he began to purposefully grit his hips into hers rhythmically, in time with his flicking fingers, doing everything he could to make her come as quickly as their time let them... while at the same time rapidly losing himself by doing so.

To Naomi's dismay, it was working, making her throb achingly in unavoidable pleasure. His fingers slipped under her panties again, making him moan at how slick with need she already was. Naomi trembled against him in a now familiar manner, the winding sensation of increasing ecstasy from his exploration into her aching core making her head spin. She felt herself arch against him again, pushing her body harder into him as a result. Her head hit the back of the wall, lips parted, only quick, gasping breaths leaving her as her vision clouded over with lust. Icheb then increased his attack, slipping two fingers into her while his body continued to push into her, bouncing her over the bulkhead, simulating thrusting motions. Naomi could feel her body already beginning to rapidly lock up. Oh God, she couldn't stop him, he was going to make her scream, fall to pieces in that turbolift and she... couldn't stop... desperately didn't want to stop him.

Icheb was not having an easy time of it either. He panted harshly, grunting with effort as he rode her body into the wall, trying to keep his mind from imagining himself thrusting into her.

Every pull of her hips into his, ever arching push of his body made Naomi's pulse quicken, slick with need, and body quiver in aching sexual frustration. When did he get so good at this? Why couldn't she stop him? Why did she want to stop him? Wait... no, the meeting! No, no please... she couldn't... "Icheb..." Naomi gasped, trying to get past their unquenchable lust, but her flesh screamed at her, the hunger she felt for him overwhelming, not allowing her to focus on her words. His fingers twisted lightly at her clit making her screech in his ear. No no no, she was... she was so close...

No, but she couldn't let him do this, not now! Naomi knew well what his intensions were, but she couldn't! If she let him... and here... before their meeting? How was she going to be able to concentrate if all she'd be able to think about is how intensely he made her orgasm in the turbolift? Dream? What dream? This was so much worse. Naomi wanted this so badly, but they couldn't! No, they were going to be late and she couldn't focus! If they managed to 'fix' the turbolift while they were.. no, she wanted to so desperately but no! Naomi forced her body to resist, ignore the arousing sounds of his efforts to make her come against him, the sound of his restrained moaning, doing everything he could to not explode on her. She needed to get a grip, needed to reach him, needed to make him stop before it was too late. Grabbing his arm and squeezing it as tightly as she could, Naomi focused all her efforts into making him listen.

"Icheb! Stop!" She all but yelled in his ear, snapping him back to his senses. "Please..." she panted, her body hating her for this.

Icheb immediately stilled, chest puffing, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated. He gave her a wide-eyed look of intense alarm, what was he thinking? Was he trying to ruin their chances in Starfleet? He had been so forceful, so determined, he hadn't stopped to consider how she felt about it. A look of regret so profound crossed his eyes that it made Naomi relax, knowing he had not meant to be as aggressive as he had been.

Naomi shuddered at the feeling of his hand slipping from her. "Icheb," she began in a softer tone, still panting lightly. Her head hit the back of the lift again, irritated at having to stopping him once again. Naomi took a second to focus on pushing away the blindingly painful feeling of her pleasure ebbing away. Icheb remained silent for a moment as well, no doubt recovering from his own loss of his senses. "I really... really want to let you... help me, but we can't do this here, ...not now. You know that, don't you?" she asked, searching his eyes.

Icheb struggled for a few more second to regain focus, blinking rapidly and shuddering to keep his senses from completely leaving him again. "...Yes. Naomi Wildman, please forgive me, I..." he trailed off, his face contorting in dismayed frustration, his tone completely remorseful. "I'm so sorry..."

Naomi knew well that he was not the type to force himself, so accepted his apology immediately. "You're going to kill me, you know that?" she groaned, staring up at the ceiling, still shivering from pent up frustration. "I... do have some really good news to report though? If that will make you feel better..." she said quietly, looking back down at him. She knew what he had been trying to do, but he could have picked a better time!

Icheb's other hand slipped from under her shirt, making her sigh at once with relief and frustration. "Naomi Wildman," he began, leveling her with an unreadable look. "The only thing that will make me feel better is us," he told her firmly, serious about his convictions and need for her in a much, much deeper sense than carnally.

"I know," Naomi agreed softly, stroking his cheek. Finally she felt herself regain her composure, the unbelievable pleasure now a more or less distant, aching memory.

Icheb leaned into her touch immediately, soothed by it. "You are correct though. Again, I.. I'm very sorry," he said in a subdued voice. "I lost control. I do not know how long I can contain myself," he warned her.

"Control is irrelevant?" Naomi offered with a blushing smile. Icheb said nothing, but his eyes darkened. "You're not the only one," she admitted. "But right now, we better go before they get maintenance in here to fix the un-moving turbo-lift..." she told him, huffing in frustration. Icheb said nothing still, but nodded in agreement and reluctantly let her go. They straightened each others clothing, smiling as their attempts to smooth out their uniforms, rubbing their hands over each other only made them eager for each other again. Eyes locked, breath leaving them, Naomi pulling him by the front of his uniform and yanked him to her. Icheb responded immediately, leaning in to a harsh kiss, making them dizzy with suffocating desire.

During the meeting, they pretended that they hadn't just had an intense jaunt in the turbo-lift, pretended they were perfectly calm and weren't about to burst. Icheb held himself straight, listened to the reports the staff gave him and tried to not notice Naomi all but squirming in her seat. The problem was, if he noticed, someone else probably did too. Sweeping his eyes quickly around the room, he saw Tom's lips tilted up slightly in amusement, but everyone else trying not to notice. Icheb rested his eyes on Naomi for a moment, his gaze conveying a message. Naomi caught his meaning and attempted to settle down, glaring his way, it's your fault her eyes told him. Icheb resisted smiling and carried on with the meeting. What Naomi had to report was good, prompting the team to make a greater effort in completing the preliminary tests.

Once the reports were over and they were dismissed, everyone got up, ready to go back to their duties. Tom sauntered over to Naomi, mirth in his eyes. "Naomi, I'd be careful to cover that up if I were you..." he grinned.

"What?" Naomi frowned in confusion.

"That angry red mark on your neck," he told her.

Naomi gaped and her hand shot up to cover her neck of the imaginary mark, then glared as her old friend burst out laughing. "That's not funny, Tom," she grumbled.

"It's pretty funny!" Tom disagreed, then winced when he wife pinched his rib. "Alright alright," he sighed. "Spoil all my fun." B'elanna sent Naomi an apologetic smile before pushing her husband out of the room.

Naomi paused at the door, turning back, unable to stop herself from looking back at Icheb. Icheb held her gaze and their eyes spoke of the anguish they felt for each other. "I'll... see you around, Captain," she mentioned breathlessly and left before they took advantage of the empty meeting room.

After getting nowhere with each other the rest of the week, they were about to detonate.

Naomi stood in the center of her room one evening, hand dug into her hair as she stared out her window, into the vast expanse of space. She knew that getting into her bed and trying to sleep would be completely pointless; she was not going to be able to sleep tonight, no matter how much she tried. Tangling her hair was not going to help either, so she dropped her hand to her side and sat at the edge of her bed.

Since their encounter a few days ago, Naomi had known her dreams would return with a vengeance, but she hadn't realized how powerful they would have gotten, making her cry out for him in the night. She had never felt such an unbelievably intense need for anyone in her life. None of the boyfriends she had experimented with when she was a little younger ever came close to bringing out such passionate responses from her.

Not for the first time, part of her resented Icheb a little for getting her so incredibly bothered to the point of insanity. Damn him, it was his fault and she loved it and hated it at the same time. Again, how was she supposed to focus on her work like this? The past couple days had been an unabashed torture for them, as they pretended nothing was going on between them despite undressing each other with their eyes when they were certain no one was looking. If anyone noticed anything, it was the stiffness and clipped tone she had for her Captain whenever she reported to him.

Naomi knew what she needed to do, knew she had to go to him, end this torment between them. Like a physical pain that made her lose her breath, it hurt too much to stay away from him anymore. Naomi was tired of keeping away, tired of her self-imposed block, her sense of duty that kept things professional even after everything they went through. Pulling herself back to her feet, Naomi reigned in her composure and made her way out, hoping she could sneak to the Captain's quarters without too many people noticing. If they had no time to deal with how they felt during the day, they would make it work at night at least.

She held her breath, slipping through the corridors on the balls of her feet, trying to be as silent and small as she could. At a junction, a passing officer forced her to press herself against the wall, holding her breath again as he passed on through, down his hall without noticing her. Naomi breathed a sigh of relief and peaked around the corner, assessing her surroundings. Once she was confident she was good to go, she continued on. Finally she reached the turbo-lift and told it her destination. She held her breath again, hoping no one would choose to take the lift at this moment. Fortunately, it was late enough at night that only the skeleton crew was up and at their stations. Naomi managed to successfully avoid all attention and her final destination was in her sights.

Meanwhile, Icheb sat in his spot at the edge of his bed, head resting on one palm while the other gripped the edge of the bed tightly, staring at the wall hard, imagining he could see an imprint of recent events on it. Tortuous memories of the lapses in their control between him and the woman he was fiercely in love with battered his thoughts without remorse. How long could he keep his need for her at bay? How long could they keep up the charade of being nothing but close friends? His muted, neatly contained fury at the situation they were in threatened to ignite.

Since their initial meeting, even as kids, Icheb knew he would grow fond of the girl... he just hadn't realized how the fondness would grow into out of control love for her. Their reunion ten years later was the spark that lit their slow burning smolder, growing more and more overpowering with each week that passed. Now he didn't go a day without being haunted by his longing for her, without his dreams flooding him with his deepest fantasies. He had known she would be the end of him the very first day of their reunion, had known it would be impossible to stay away from her. It wasn't even simply a sexual drive toward her, it was something far deeper, an endless ravenous need to have her in his life, always. Icheb wondered if Naomi felt the same, would be receptive if he asked her one day to remain by his side?

When he heard the door chime, he jerked in surprise. Unless there was a problem with the ship or the crew, who would be at his door at this time in the evening? Icheb stood and walked over to his door, when he opened it though, he was irrationally pleased to see Naomi standing there. "Naomi, what are y-" Icheb was cut off as Naomi roughly pushed at his chest until his door slid shut behind him. He blinked in surprise when she grabbed him by his uniform, slid her hand behind his head and yanked him down harshly, kissing him with an urgency that stirred the burning for her within him. She cupped his cheeks, tilting her head slightly to reach him better, wrapping an arm around his neck. Icheb took no time to completely surrender to her assault on his lips, opening her mouth with his to deepen the kiss. Their excruciating greed for each other was liquid magma that spread uncontrollably through their very veins.

Icheb was so focused on her enrapturing mouth that he hadn't noticed them moving, not until he felt his calves press against his bed. Unable to stabilize himself, Icheb's legs gave away at the force of her direction, but Naomi didn't give him a chance to adjust to the change. His mouth hung open in surprise as she pushed him down onto the bed until he was sitting on the edge, but she didn't stop there, straddling him assertively. "What..." he trailed off, seeing the intensity in her gaze, completely surprised and utterly aroused by her aggressive attitude.

Naomi held herself still for a moment, searching his eyes while her fingers stroked the line of his jaw reverently. "I'm in love with you, Icheb," she said suddenly and firmly. "I have been for a long time," she admitted. "Do you realize how much you drive me insane? You've completely destroyed all of my focus, you know that? I can't go a day without getting scolded, imaging you having your way with me," she told him gently, still caressing his face.

Naomi shook her head, a little smile playing on her lips. "I tried so hard to resist you, did everything I could to focus on my studies, on my work, but you tore all of my defenses away and made me become completely addicted to you." Icheb said nothing, too overcome with emotion and shock, realizing then she was not stuttering, not blushing, and not holding anything back. She was completely focused, completely sure of herself and of what she wanted. Was he dreaming? "I love you," she said again. "Let me show you?" she asked then, mimicking what he had asked in her dream some time ago. Her hand ran through his hair at the nape of his neck tenderly as she searched his eyes again.

Icheb's heart flourished, full with the intensity of the raging emotions she had inspired deep within him. She was in love with him, she had said it! He had been waiting so long to hear her say it. Everything he had ever felt for her in return screamed to rush out all at once. "Naomi, I..." he blanked, unable properly form the words his soul cried out to tell her, but before he could say any more, she pulled him in for another hard kiss, taking advantage of his surprise to deepen it again. As it had always been between them, Icheb's eyes told Naomi everything she needed to know.

Icheb jolted from the kiss in shock when she slid back a little and he felt her hand on him. Naomi smiled softly at him and pulled at his fastener, freeing him after a few minutes of struggle. "I probably shouldn't spoil you like this, especially since you brutally tortured me the other day... but I want to do this for you," she said gently, reaching for him deliberately. She leaned forward into him, returning the gesture, kissing his neck, fulfilling a fantasy and dragging her tongue over the now slight bulge of his throat, at the same time encircling his rigid need. Naomi nearly moaned, he was so hot and so hard, the need to feel him inside her was intense, but she needed to do this first.

Icheb shuddered as her hand wrapped around his length, gasping when she began to return the favor he had attempted days ago, sliding her closed fist up and down him, torturing him just as he had tortured her. He strained, his body jerking, forcing up off the bed instinctively at the purposeful pumps. Pleasure voluted his senses, tightening within him as she leaned in, whispering things to him that made even him blush. Her gentle grip narrowed over him, tightening, dragging out his ragged moans.

"Naomi!" Icheb groaned, unable to stop himself from pushing up into her hand, gripping the edge of the bed furiously. Naomi felt herself respond to the electrifying feel of him, to the harsh sounds of his rasping pleasure. The half Ktarian squirmed over him, blushing deeply, and feeling her body respond to his pleasure, aching deeply, her mouth parted open slightly at the enthralling sight of him rapidly coming undone before her.

To distract himself, keep his wanton lust at bay for a little longer, Icheb's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, drowning himself in the teeth clashing, tongue sucking asphyxiating kiss. Deliberate, hard strokes were quickly tearing him asunder. Icheb wasn't sure how long he could last, he could feel himself burning, her continuous efforts swiftly making him reach his end. "Wait-" he broke from the kiss in a strangled gasp, trembling with the intensity of his restraint as he delicately pulled her hand away from him. "I want... my first completion tonight to be with you," he said breathlessly, shaking with desire.

Naomi felt her heart fluttered, heated skin flushing at his meaning. How could he make something sound so logical, factual, and completely erotic at the same time? She said nothing, unable to get her voice to work and merely nodded in agreement. Icheb had expected Naomi to lay with him, but was caught off guard when she slipped off him only long enough to strip in front of him. He watched, transfixed as she made a show of it and pulled her uniform shirt off slowly, followed by shimming out of her pants and sliding her underwear off. Icheb felt his lips part and almost came then and there. Naomi blushed at the concentrated look of lust in his eyes before walking back over to him and kneeling before his still seated form. Naomi smiled then, her blush now obvious on his fair cheeks as she gripped his slacks and pulled them off of him, followed by his briefs.

Once he was properly displayed before her, Naomi slid over his legs once more, resting her hands over his shoulders. The rest of their clothes could wait for the moment, this was more important. Naomi then leaned in and slid her tongue into his receptive mouth. She used her leverage over his body and lifted herself up, pressing her chest against his as she wrapped her arms over his neck. They pulled away from the kiss and Icheb watched, mesmerized as she angled herself, the next thing he knew, his vision blurred from lust. Icheb quailed, the abrupt cry of heady pleasure escaping him at their union before he could temper it.

The profoundly exquisite, sensuous pressure washed over Naomi like a wave of pulsing rage, forcing her to shudder deeply as her head rolled to the side, overcome by the sudden sensation of finally sinking down onto him, making her sigh with deep satisfaction. Their hands reached for each other, hers clenching his uniform tightly, his sliding over her bare legs, gripping her ass tightly and pulling her harder into him, riding the screaming expulsion of their ecstasy. They remained still for a moment, letting the shock pass. How long had they yearned for this? How long had they craved each other with overpowering ferocity?

Icheb held her close and used the grip he hand on her bare behind to then lift her light figure up nearly completely off him before slamming her right back down with a purpose. Naomi sucked in a sharp intake of breath at the suddenness of the movement, the strength of his ardor, but helped him do it again, and again, their hash breaths escaping them with each jarring crush of their heated bodies, urgent for more and not able to get enough.. Naomi let her head tilt back to give him better reach as he kissed her hungrily, his tongue dipping over the lines of her neck as he push up as she bore back down on him hard.

Icheb hastily moved to all but rip Naomi's bra off of her, exposing her to him in an instant. Icheb moaned in pleasure and set to trail his eager mouth down her quivering body. Naomi arched back, her lips parting in a soundless cry of burning worship as his mouth found her hardened peaks, lapping at them, rubbing his bottom lip across them. She gripped him tightly, pressing his mouth against her harder as he once again ruthlessly milked her weakness for his tongue.

Icheb lifted her almost completely off him then, held her body slightly up above him, allowing him to give each of her feminine swells the attention they deserved. She was so light, this was almost too easy and he could magnify her pleasure all the more this way. Icheb wanted to hear her make those pleasing sounds, wanted to hear her fall apart in his embrace and smiled when his efforts proved effective. Naomi managed a second of coherency to roll her eyes inwardly at the mewling whimper that escaped her. She tried to tug at him, force herself back down onto him, needed him inside her, burned for him, but he held her still. "Easy," he mumbled against her flesh.

Naomi held in a swear, knowing he was once again doing all he could to make her implode. "Icheb," she hissed eagerly, clenching his locks at the back of his head as he took his time to taste his bounty. Icheb paid her no mind, sliding his tongue over her, biting gently, his mouth murder on her sensitive buds, leaving her helplessly enslaved to the impetuous pleasure, trapped in his secured hold on her. Struggling only made the sweltering heat swirling within her worse, the feeling of his erection suggestively pressing ever so slightly into her as he worked was enough to drive her completely mad with salacity. "Icheb!" she cried out as her body betrayed her, making her shudder as a tiny, unresolving, dissatisfying orgasm rippled mercilessly through her. "Please," she huffed, blushing at how desperate she sounded. He was entirely too good at teasing her into insanity. She yanked at him harder, scowling at him impatiently.

Icheb looked up from his current spot on her breast and smiled against her. "And you call me stubborn," he mumbled softly, but gave in to her demands, all but dropping her back down onto him. They cried out, spines tingling at the abrupt rejoining. Icheb wrapped his arms around her, kissing her languidly as they resumed the devouring fire, straining against the confines of their position on the edge of the bed. But then, when Naomi took the initiative again, pushing him onto his back over the bed, Icheb nearly fell to pieces right there. He held her hips, trying desperately to keep his eyes focused on her as she rose and fell over his body.

Icheb remained as still as he could, letting her grind into him, making him lose his breath and his mind at the quick, precise zeal of her efforts. Her hair fell over her shoulders in a cascade of fire, her face vibrant red, only exasperated by her hair, twisted in sensual concentration as pleasure raked through her body. It was the most spectacularly beautiful sight he had ever seen. He could see her very rapidly reaching her finish and knew she deserved it, but if she thought he was going to just lay there, let her find release that quickly so soon, she was about to be disappointed.

Lifting himself back up, Icheb craned himself nearly off the bed until he was lifting her completely. While still holding her firmly against their fused hips, he turned them both around and laid her as gently over the bed as his raging need let him. Icheb then leaned back slightly, struggling to remove the rest of his uniform, irritated by them getting in the way. Naomi's breath escaped her as he stripped over her, all but tearing his clothing off of him urgently and exposing his gorgeous body to her, but she had no time to admire him as he went right back over her, using the new position with her heels planted over the bed and hands on either side of her to rock into her firmly. Naomi gasped at the fervor, could feel his athletic figure rippling underneath her fingertips as she rose nearly off the bed instinctively, twisting in searing heat as his hands slid over her legs again, wrapping them around his hips, allowing him easier access.

When he leaned in further, laying hot trails over her rising chest to her jaw, the force of his drive made Naomi feel him deep in her belly. Their bodies moved frantically, the absolute absence of control not allowing any sort of proper rhythm to guide them. The uncontrolled magnitude of their lovemaking tore them to shreds, exposing their profoundly woven and repressed desires from them brutally. Months of agonizing for one another, the incrementing desire to be with each other consummated to this point, making them burst with their suppressed need to be together.

Naomi arched back with a strangled gasp, her fingers tightening on Icheb's bare back as she felt him swell, felt her him rapidly approaching his end. Naomi reared up, the sensual feeling of him hot and about to explode enough to make her lose her mind. Icheb cried out then, his entire body stiffening over hers as his raging completion threw him over the edge, making him drive her into the bed harder as a result. Naomi didn't stop to think of the consequences of letting him release inside her, gasping as she was sent lurching from the shock. Icheb's grinding hips slowed as he rode his aftershock and then stilled, his breath completely ragged as he lay against her. Icheb groaned mournfully, he had not expect that to happen so quickly, he had intended them to both feel release. Now he felt like a hypocrite, but he resolved to make it up to her. "I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay," Naomi assured him, hugging him close. When he began to calm, Naomi kissed him gently, stroking his face, but was still painfully filled with her own neglected desire as he pulled from her. The familiar deep ache pulsed angrily, reminding her of the many times she had strained with her need for him but was left unfulfilled. She gripped him tightly, tilting his head to make him look into her eyes as she trembled beneath his breathtaking body. "Icheb, help me," she asked him simply.

Icheb kissed her gently before pulling away slightly. He would do everything in his power to give her the same relief he felt. He lifted himself up, just enough to reach her better. His hands pressed on her legs, pulling them around his hips again as he settled above her. Naomi watched with bated breath as one of his hands slid over her inner thigh slowly. Feeling his familiar touch on her aching arousal forced her to arch up from the bed again.

Icheb slid his fingers over her then, her slickness making it easy for him to rub her into a frenzied mess. Naomi twisted against the sheets, but he held her still, slipping in a finger to milk her pleasure from her raw throat. Naomi stiffened, weeping in pleasure as she succumbed to his relentless ministrations on her burning flesh. With her legs still wrapped around him, Icheb used the easy access to mercilessly draw out her moans, one hand working her while the other skated over her body, caressing her lovingly.

Naomi's face contorted in pleasurable agony again, though her eyes remained locked with his. Icheb smiled tenderly, finding her devastatingly beautiful. He leaned in, his mouth dragging, teeth sensually grazing across her throat, sucking on her pulse point as his touch inspired her to writhe beneath him. While his other hand slid over her leg, pulling her hips into his hand with each desolating stroke, he spoke gently in her ear. "I love you, Naomi," he murmured, his tone low and breathless as he let his soul echo in his words, his eyes shining with meaning.

The emotionally-charged confession, combined with Icheb's single-mindedly murderous efforts to make her come undone, utterly unraveled Naomi at the seams, tearing a muted, cacophonous sob deep from her throat, leaving her quaking brutally against him as she completely crumbled under his touch. Icheb continued to gently stroke her attentively until she finally relaxed against him. He then pulled his hand away and leaned in to her again, kissing her thoroughly.

When the fog of intensity cleared, unimaginable relief flooded them. Icheb smiled when Naomi pulled from the kiss only to nudge at him until she could roll over-top of him, straddling him once again. She looked down into his expressively beautiful eyes for a moment, caressing him, gently running her finger down his ocular implant adoringly. Icheb watched her, holding her hips where she straddled him. Naomi leaned down then, kissing him slowly, pouring her profoundly riveting love for him into it. When she pulled away, the look she gave him was almost unreadable.

"Naomi?" Icheb questioned curiously, reaching up to tenderly run his fingers through her wild, beautiful red hair.

"Icheb..." she began quietly, eyes boring into his, her hand still slowly caressing the contours of his face. "Ask me to stay."

Icheb gazed up at her ardently and smiled devotedly, hearing the double meaning. He rolled them back over and settled himself between her legs again, sliding his hands over her. He leaned in and whispered softly in her ear. "Stay."

TBC...

End A/N: The turbo-lift scene was influenced by the song "Touch The Night" by Lori Yates and the love scene was inspired by the song "Skin of the Night" by M83.

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