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Title: Shore Leave
Author: Ginny Powell
Chapter 6
Trip wasn’t sure what time it was when he woke up. He only knew it was dark, and he was glad he’d found the bathroom once before, so he could do it now without a light; apparently he’d had more beer with dinner than hthouthought. As he headed back to bed, all he wanted was to crawl back in for another few hours’ shuteye.
But when he got back to the bed, he found Charlie in a tangle of sheets that left her tantalizingly half-covered. Suddenly he didn’t feel much like going back to sleep.
Quietly, bouncing the mattress as little as possible, he slid beside her. He let one hand trail ever so gently up her arm as he nuzzled the hair spread out on her pillow near her ear. “Chaaarlieeeee,” he whispered. “You awake?”
“Mmm-hmmm,” she mumbled, stretching her arms over her head. When they came back down, they went around Trip’s neck, and her mouth sealed firmly to his.
“Mmmf, rrrmmm….mmmmm,” he began to protest, surprised at her sudden move. But then he gave in as she once again flipped him deftly onto his back and straddled him. This time there were no stubborn layers of cloth between them, and Charlie took full advantage of the fact. Rising up, she took Trip’s already turgid organ in hand and impaled herself on it.
Trip made a breathy sound, somewhere between a laugh and a gasp, and stared up at Charlie with open admiration. She didn’t return his gaze, though. Her head was thrown back, her raven hair spilling over her alabaster shoulders and breasts, a fantasy in grey scale, as her pelvis moved against his in a most satisfying way. All signs of the cool, professional, shy woman of the day before were gone, replaced by this insatiable vixen. Trip, smiling broadly at his luck, lay back and enjoyed the ride.
At first it was simply a gentle, rocking motion, but as their bodies came fully awake, the amplitude of the movement increased. Soon Trip’s entire length was dragging across Charlie’s vulva with each back stroke, to be fully engulfed again on the return forward. Each thrust was firmer and faster than the last, the intensity rising with the apparent temperature of the room, until Charlie was grunting and gasping with the effort, her breasts bouncing furiously, her hands fruitlessly seeking purchase on the planes of Trip’s chest and abdomen. It wasn’t a pace she could keep up for long, especially at O-dark-thirty in the morning, but she seemed willing to keep going until she dropped. Trip, who could feel her trembling muscles threatening to give way, took her by the hips and helped her along.
With their combined efforts, Charlie kgoingoing through the slow buildup of pleasurable pressure in her groin, past the dangling plateau when she thought the ecstasy could be no greater and yet constantly was, and finally to the apex of her orgasm. After using her last strength to eke out the maximum return for her exertion, she fell beside Trip on the bed, panting heavily.
For a long time, Trip just held her as her breathing slowly returned to normal, stroking her back and considering how to fulfill his own still-present need. When she eventually opened her eyes and smiled at him from where her head rested on his chest, he had a question ready for her.
“Charlie, could I-?”
“Yes,” she interrupted with a finger on his lips, which she let trail down his chin and neck as she continued. “Anything, Trip. Anything.” Rolling off him and onto her back beside him, she looked sidelong at him, the whites of her eyes glittering in the dark. “Use me.”
Trip was almost ashamed of how his cock throbbed at those words. Too much of a gentleman to take undue advantage of such an offer, he was also not fool enough to let it pass him by. Placing a hand on her cheek, he watched her nestle against it like a contented cat. He pressed a single kiss to her lips before sitting up.
As he moved to straddle her ribcage, he watched her expression, assuring himself that she in fact had no objection when his glistening, rock-hard erection came to rest between her breasts. But far from objecting, she readily moved to help, cupping her own breasts around his organ as he began to move. Each time the head of his cock neared her chin, she leaned forward to lave it with her tongue, tasting herself and the precum that had begun to leak from the tip. Watching this was almost as enjoyable to Tri the the sensations he was receiving from the friction of her soft skin on his penis. When her fingers began to pull at her nipples to her obvious delight, he had all he needed.
“Oh, yeah, Charlie, ungh!” he chanted, as he spilled himself onto her. She caught some with her willing tongue, and some pumped onto her chest and throat, as he continued to thrust until, thoroughly sated, he fell beside her. Her hands freed, she dipped her fingers into the warm ejaculate, rubbing it into her skin.
Trip lay panting, then suddenly startled them both with a paroxysm of laughter. “And to think,” he got out between guffaws, “I didn’t wanna leave the ship this mornin’.” As he gathered Charlie into his arms, he thought he ought to buy Captain Archer a big bottle of whiskey as inadequate but necessary recompense for his trouble.
“Why not?” Charlie asked conversationally, her voice muffled against his chest.
“Why didn’t I wanna lave the ship?” He hesitated a moment, but only a moment. “Well, see…there was this girl. She broke up with me. Sent me a ‘Dear John’ subspace message.”
“Obviously not a very intelligent girl,” Charlie put in.
Trip chuckled softly. “Maybe. I was worrieout out comin’ home alone. But sure and I’m better off without ‘er. Otherwise I wouldna met you.” For emphasis, he squeezed Charlie a little tighter. She snorted. “What?” he asked, confused.
“I have an admission to make,” she replied, pulling back so she could see his face. “It wouldn’t have mattered to me if you had a girlfriend. I’m not even sure it would have made a difference if you were married. I’ve had a crush on you since the first time I saw you, Trip, on the news, right before Enterprise’s launch. And then when I saw you today, and looking even more handsome in person, well…” She shrugged, sending interesting ripples down the length of their entwined bodies.
“Really? Me? I’ll be damned.” Trip lay a minute digesting this, trying to imagine himself a heartthrob, the crush of countless Earth g. B. But the idea was just too far out of his experience, so he let it drop. Then another thought occurred. “Um, Charlie, you don’t have a…”
“No, no attachments,” Charlie reassured him. “Who could compete with you?” she added, teasingly, rubbing his back in soothing circles. “But surely you haven’t had any trouble replacing Miss ‘Dear John.’ Aren’t there lots of cute alien girls in space?”
“I take it you watch the news. You heard about my pregnancy.”
“One does hear things, but one can never be sure…”
“It’s true. I got pregnant. Damndest thing, too. We didn’t have sex, nothin’ even remotely like it, but there I am with an embryo under my skin and nipples sproutin’ everywhere. Completely unfair.” He shook his head at the memory. “But there have been a couple…a few, females that were…interesting. Nothing serious, though.” Trip looked down at Charlie, hoping the sincerity would come through in his voice, since she couldn’t see his face very well. “But just so you know, you and me ain’t the result of some dry spell, some shore-leave-induced desperation. Heck, even if you was in a room full o’ alien princesses, you’d be the one I’d pick. You’re something very special, Dr. Charlie Gamble.”
He couldn’t be completely sure, but he thought he saw Charlie smile. He was sure he felt her cuddle warmly against him as she pulled the sheet within reach with her toes.
“I suppose we should get a bit more sleep,” she said, once more against his chest.
“Yeah, let’s.” After helping her settle the sheet, he tucked his arm comfortably around her. It wasn’t long before they were fast asleep.
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