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Oasis	By : tbird1965 Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 3354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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My heart thuds loudly in my chest as his words sink in….'can you be discreet?’. I thought about the times I’d seen Lieutenant Uhura and Mr. Scott together. They were an affectionate couple, always holding hands and kissing cheeks. I could never picture Mr. Spock doing something like that. So, no public displays of affection. I was okay with that, PDA always made me uncomfortable anyway. But what about in private? Would he, could he be affectionate in private? ‘Hang on.’ My mind screams at me. ‘Aren’t you putting the warp drive before the Starship here? You don’t even know what he’s asking? Maybe he just wants a quick fuck.’ “What are you saying to me here?” I blurt out, staring up into his dark brown eyes. My eyes widen as his lips turn up into a full smile. He is beautiful.
“I am saying……” He pauses and runs his fingers through my short blonde hair, I struggle not to moan. “that I find you interesting, intelligent, attractive and very arousing and I would like to pursue you on a more personal level.”
“You want to date me?” I know I sound ridiculous but I just can’t help it, my mind is in a turmoil.
He laughs then, it’s a rich, deep sound that echoes in the small room. “To use the Earth colloquialism, yes, I would like to date you.”
“In secret?”
“No. Not in secret.” His face is serious now. “Discreetly.” He continues to explain, my confusion is obviously apparent on my face. “We can be seen together, at meals, in the common areas, but any….” He places his face close to mine again, his voice low, “….physical displays of our involvement must remain private and discreet.”
“Physical displays?” I whisper. “Like……?’
“Sex.” He hisses in my ear, drawing out the sibilance of the word.
“But you’re…….you……you’re a…………” I’m stuttering, unable to stop myself. “I didn’t think…………”
“Vulcans enjoyed sex?” He finishes what I can’t say, his eyes flashing in amusement at the stunned look on my face. “I enjoy sex very much.” My skin seems to burn as he moves his hands to touch my waist; he is so close now I can feel his body against mine. “Perhaps you will permit me to show you how much I enjoy it.” He is practically growling in my ear and I can feel his arousal pressing against my leg. I am so excited I can barely speak.
“Okay.” I gasp, my voice barely audible, my mind frozen with the shock at the situation and my own arousal and then he’s there….his lips pressed against mine. They are surprisingly soft and warm and gentle and mmmmmm, his tongue. His tongue is pressing against my lips, nudging, wanting to enter. I open my mouth to him and our tongues touch, gliding and rubbing, the heat between my legs pulses and throbs. ‘I’m kissing Mr. Spock. I’m kissing Mr. Spock.’ My mind screams and his hands, his beautiful hands are touching my skin; my back, my arms, my sides. And I can touch him too. Can’t I? He’s kissing me and touching me. I can touch him……right? Oh God I want to touch him. Again it’s like he’s heard my thoughts, he pulls back, his eyes locked on mine, he’s breathing heavily like a winded horse. Reaching down he takes my hand and gently places it on his chest.
Oh God. The hair on his chest is softer then I imagined it would be, I move my thumb back and forth, caressing him. His face is calm, except for his eyes. His eyes seem to burn, wild, feral almost, he glances down at my hand on his chest, then his eyes go lower before rising to meet mine again. It’s an unspoken challenge, but I hear it loud and clear. ‘Touch me’ his eyes say. Still rubbing gently, I move my hand lower and lower, down the curve of his pecs, down to the muscles in his abdomen, that twitch beneath my fingers. His face remains impassive as I break through the water and graze over his belly button. The water is cool on my hand as I seek lower and lower down his stomach. I’m now determined to get a response from him, any kind of response. I bite my bottom lip as my fingers touch the waistband of his boxer briefs. I am so close now. His eyes widen imperceptibly as I forego touching him through the material and go straight for the prize. Inching my fingers under the elastic I wrap my fingers around the silky, steel hard flesh of his erection. His eyes slowly close as I squeeze and run my thumb across the rounded head, teasing the slit.
Then.....his hands and lips are everywhere, kissing, biting, licking, tasting. My hand is still down his boxers, stroking and squeezing his cock. He's so unbelievably big and hard. I moan as his lips close over my nipple, licking and teasing it with his tongue. His nimble fingers have made quick work of the strings on my bikini top, it's been tossed aside as his large hands envelope my breasts.
“Oh fuuuuuck.” I hiss as his fingers delve into my swimsuit bottoms, expertly locating my clit. My fist tightens on his cock, squeezing as jolts of pleasure radiate throughout my body, making my fingers and toes tingle. I try to keep stroking him, but I can't make myself move, I can only squeeze him and hold him as he rubs my clit perfectly. 'Ohhhhh” I gasp again, wrapping my arm around his neck. His finger is inside me now and it feels so good. I cling to him, feeling his muscles move as he thrusts his finger in and out of my pussy, his palm hitting my clit. The tension inside my belly is building, swirling, growing. My pussy aches and burns as he draws me closer and closer to explosion and then it's there. Pin pricks of light explode behind my eyelids as pleasure courses through my veins, making my body quake and vibrate. My toes curl and my fingers feel numb as I ride out the undulating waves of feeling that grow smaller and smaller as he slows the movement of his finger across my clit. I pant against his chest as the feeling spirals down and then it's too much. His finger on my clit sends an almost painful jolt through my body. I gasp “Stop” grabbing, pushing at his hand.
Overwhelmed with emotion and feeling, I bury my face against his neck. With his cock still hot in my hand, I let him soothe me, rubbing my back and placing tender kisses on my head. The soft water laps at our skin, I can feel the tension that's still building inside him, his whole body seems to vibrate, his cock swells in my hand. He wants to come. He needs to come. Mr. Spock is holding me in his arms, trembling with sexual tension and I get to make him come. The surrealness of the situation hits me again.
Placing my hands on his chest, I push him towards the steps, steering him to the spot where I had watched him masturbate. My breath catches in my throat as he lowers himself on the step, and leans back, resting on his outstretched arms, his body on display for me. I grasp the sides of his wet boxer briefs and slowly pull them down, lifting the waistband to clear his eager erection. He raises his hips so I can pull them down his long legs. Tossing them aside, they land next to my discarded top with a wet “thwack”. I can't help myself, I lick my lips as I gaze at his long lean body, naked and beautiful. His cock rises up, big and hard. Again I'm taken back by the shade of green where I'm used to seeing ruddy pink.
He chuckles softy and I glance up, embarrassed that I've been staring at his cock. His brown eyes meet mine and the unspoken challenge is there again. 'Here I am, now what are you going to do with me?' I want to squeal with glee. Mr. Spock is laid out before me in all his naked glory and he's all mine to do with as I please. I feel just like a kid in a candy story.
Moving slowly and hoping I look sexy, I kneel beside him on the stairs. The rough concrete bites painfully into my knee caps, but I don't care. Placing one hand on his shoulder, I press my lips to his while my other hand reaches up to explore the most coveted area of his body, maybe even more so then his cock. Pulling back I watch as my finger traces the line his ear, lightly landing on the pointed tip. I rub the tip between my thumb and index finger and I'm shocked when a low groan escapes his lips. I glance at his face and I'm surprised to see the reaction I'd been hoping for when I'd touched his cock, his eyes are closed and his face is a mask of unrestrained pleasure. Taking my hand from his shoulder, I reach down and grab his cock and smile at his sharp intake of air as I wrap my hand around the shaft. He opens his eyes slowly and stares up at me as I rub his ear and his cock. I realize then just how expressive his eyes and his lips really are, his lust and need is written across his face. He scans down my body and his eyes narrow as he sees where I'm kneeling.
“Wait.” He grunts, catching my wrist in his hand. He rises slowly and I watch as he walks to the towel rack. His ass is so fine I almost drool. He walks the same naked or clothed I think, struggling to hold back a girlish giggle. Grabbing four towels, he turns back. His eyebrow raises at the look on my face. He knows where I've been staring. Returning to me, he sinks the towels into the water, covering the rough concrete.
Reaching up he wraps me in his arms and pulls me down on the now soft stairs with him. Again his lips and hands are everywhere, kissing my lips, rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger. And I'm touching him too, my hands roaming over his shoulders, down his broad back to clutch at his beautiful ass. His tongue tangling passionately with mine sends pulses of pleasure throughout my body. He's above me know, using a broad thigh to nudge my legs apart. A small voice in my mind cries out 'No. Not here. I don't want the first time we make love to be here, on this wet step. I want it to be in my bed, warm and comfortable, wrapped up in soft sheets.' I wrest my lips from his and gasp “No.” pushing on his chest with both hands.
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