Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 2 Jan 2004 15:40:33 -0800 In: alt.startrek.creative From: watergal@mindspring.com (Lyra) Title: Kissing Captain Kirk: Thalassa/Anne Mulhall Author: Lyrastar Series: TOS Rating: R Warning: Kirk fans strongly cautioned. They are lesbians, afterall.... Codes: K/f, f/f Contact: lyrastarwatcher at yahoo dot com Disclaimer: The characters and all things Trek are the property of Paramount, although if they don't even care enough to give an officer a name, I don't see why they should be allowed to keep them. Notes: This is actually the short-short that kicked of the Kissing Captain Kirk series at www.geocities.com/lyrastarwatcher . It is a truncated version of "Between the Sheets" archived there and in the Femme Fuh-q fest at http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest , and therefore not a drabble like the rest. Emmy is the name I gave to the Personnel Officer seen in Court Martial solely for the purposes of this snippet. KISSING CAPTAIN KIRK: Thalassa/Anne Mulhall Doctor Anne Mulhall kicked off her boots and peeled off her uniform. Deliberately leaving the lights off so as not to disturb her girlfriend, she felt her way across the little cabin and into bed. She needn't have bothered. Emmy stirred in the bed anyway and signalled the lights to twenty percent. Emmy curled her arms around her lover as Anne crawled in between the sheets. Emmy yawned, "So how was it?" Anne's mind still spun from the day behind her. "Exhilarating. Exhausting. Thalassa's mind touched mine as we exchanged. She was more alien than any being I have met in all my travels. I don't even have the words to describe what I saw. The way she lived. The things she has seen through the millennia. I could spend the rest of my life trying to study just one moment of that experience." "No silly," Emmy pouted and nestled her chin into the crook of Anne's neck. "I mean kissing Captain Kirk. How was that? And don't bother to lie. The gossip is all over the ship." "Oh," Anne reset her thoughts to join her young girlfriend on a different level and pretended to consider the question. She replied, "Well, since you asked, all in all, rather...prickly." Emmy giggled. "Prickly?" Anne wiggled her bare bottom closer against her lover's hollows. "Um-hm. Right here." Anne reached with her index finger to the little patch of skin between Emmy's nose and lip. "You'd think for all the growth suppresser he uses on his chest, he could spare a little more for up here." Emmy felt the soft tickle of the finger against her face and giggled even harder. She unlocked her arms, pushed up off of one knee and, with a twist of her hips, swung her bare body up and over her girlfriend's body to lie face to face. "Really?" asked Emmy. "Hey!" Anne protested, "I'm cold. Pull the sheet back up." Emmy obliged and nestled securely back down again. Anne gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Yes, really. And his mouth is sticky too." Emmy giggled. "What'd you mean?" "You know, sort of a sticky feeling coating on his teeth and tongue. And his breath is funny too. It smells of old coffee. Something else too. Maybe cinnamon or something like that." "Eww!" Emmy wrinkled her nose. "Mm. Not sweet like you," Anne murmured and drew her in carefully for a more leisurely kiss. No matter how long it had been, she couldn't quite break away from the feeling that she was handling something delicate and rare. A precious China doll. She told herself she was being silly, but the slight feel of Emmy within her hands only reinforced the image in her head. Emmy was the one who finally pulled away. "Is he sexier than me?" Anne groaned inwardly. "Please, Emmy, I'm so tired." Emmy twisted to lie fully on top of Anne's naked body. Her hair was down for the night, instead of in her usual carefully regulation pile. The ends of the strands brushed softly against Anne's breasts and her nipples puckered reflexively. "No, really," Emmy said. "Do you like him better than me?" "Of course not. Now go to sleep." "You're always talking about him." Anne sighed heavily. "Everyone talks about him. He's the captain. I admire him greatly, but not like I admire you." "How's that?" Emmy asked. Anne squeezed her reassuringly. "Like this." Emmy cooed in contentment and wriggled her body sensually against her girlfriend's. But the moment didn't last long. Emmy picked her head up again and challenged her with her eyes. "Everyone says he's sexy. I know you think so too." "He's one of the most decorated officers in the fleet. He's powerful, he's an amazing commanding officer and I respect him greatly. But I would hardly call him sexy. In fact, he's rather lumpy." "Lumpy!" Emmy repeated. "Um-hm." Anne slid her hand down to caress the gentle curve of Emmy's waist. "Right here." "The captain is not lumpy," Emmy protested. "You're just saying that to make me feel better." "Oh, you'd be surprised," Anne said. "That loose velour of his shirt hides a world of sins. I could feel more than one little roll through it." "You felt him up?" Emmy's voice narrowed. "Well, I didn't have much choice. Thalassa was quite determined in the matter. But I can tell you this; he has an itsy bitsy little pee-pee." "No!" Emmy squealed in delight. "Um-hm. Microscopic." Emmy collapsed into gales of helpless laughter. Anne chuckled silently to herself. Her hand moved in lazy swirls over Emmy's shoulder. Her own breathing slowed to the even rhythms of sleep. "Do you like Thalassa better than me?" Anne groaned in frustration. "Oh, Emmy, I'm exhausted. Can't we talk about this tomorrow?" "I'm sorry," Emmy pleaded. "I just get so afraid that you 're going to leave me. You're so sophisticated and intelligent and you could have anyone. I don't understand what you see in me." Anne opened her eyes and gazed into the open face before her. "I see the woman I love; the woman who makes my soul sing." "Oh," Emmy cooed happily. And then there was nothing more to say. ~Lyra, December 2003 -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Stories Only Forwarding In the Pattern Buffer at: http//trekiverse.crosswinds.net/feed/ Yahoo! Groups Links To visit your group on the web, go to:http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCL/ To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to:ASCL-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to the Yahoo! Terms of Service. From ???@??? Sun Jan 04 01:36:02 2004 Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n32.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.100]) by penguin (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1aD1QV6kA3NZFl40 for ; Sat, 3 Jan 2004 22:35:09 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1977044-12795-1073198073-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.