Received: from [66.218.66.97] by n21.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 10 Feb 2004 03:34:20 -0000 X-Sender: sil@sileya.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 14990 invoked from network); 10 Feb 2004 03:34:16 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.172) by m14.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 10 Feb 2004 03:34:16 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta4.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 10 Feb 2004 03:34:15 -0000 Received: from max (as3-d12-rp-psci.psci.net [63.92.109.12]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i1A3VkvC028350 for ; Mon, 9 Feb 2004 22:31:46 -0500 Message-ID: <001301c3ef86$7808bac0$0c6d5c3f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1106 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Sileya" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2004 21:32:10 -0600 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW UFF "Chill Out" [NC-17] K/U, Mc/f Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit ***** Title: Chill out Author: Acidqueen Series: TOS Codes: Kirk/Uhura, a bit McCoy/f (Barrows) Rating: NC-17 Summary: The unexpected end of a Christmas party. brain. No infringement intended, no money being made. All original content (c) 2003 by Acidqueen. Acknowledgment: Special thanks to my beta Lyrastar! All remaining errors are mine! Archive: The Uhura Fest at http://www.cosmicduckling.com/uhura , my own site at http://www.syredronning.de , ASCEM, all else ask, please. *** It had been a very successful Christmas party, and only the few remnants on the buffet and the bar gave evidence for the pleasures that the crew had put away. A small left-over group of 'survivors', as Uhura called them inwardly, was sitting in a comfortable corner of the recreation room, seeming to exchange stories of their wilder youth - at least that's how the laughter made it sound. Fully taking in her aching back, her heavy limbs and her tired eyes, Uhura decided to end her DJ job for tonight. After a few final adjustments of the music console, she walked over to join the group, ready to chill out with her comrades. In one corner there were Doctor McCoy and Tonia Barrows, whose not-so-secret love affair had gone on for so long already that the fact that she was feeding him chocolate hearts wouldn't even make it into the gossip mill. Next to them, Chekov was leaning heavily on Scott, a position that the chief engineer bore with paternal patience. Probably Scotty was to blame for the ensign's state anyway, as there was a very empty bottle of scotch and another quite empty bottle of vodka standing in front of the two. But for once this didn't interest the captain who, tightly wedged between two couples, sat on the couch behind the table. As his eyes fell upon his communications officer, he extended his hands and greeted her overly enthusiastically. "Lieutenant Uhura, beautiful maiden, rescue me from my loneliness." Uhura laughed. "Well, in principle that's fine, but it looks a bit cramped over there." "That can easily be corrected," Kirk replied, and shamelessly used his 'captain's gaze' to create some free space for her. Uhura teetered toward him - a dangerous task, as she had to find her way between his neighbors' legs and the table, where lots of glasses stood right at the height of the hem of her skirt. But finally she made it, and Kirk pulled her on his lap. "I've been waiting for you," he said, and blew a kiss on her hand. "Do we have still punch for our D-Jane?" "Of course," the young lieutenant next to them replied, and reached for a cup and the ladle. Seconds later, Uhura had a drink in her hand. "Cheers!" Kirk said. "The music's been great tonight." "Yes, wonderful," Scott agreed heartily. The whole group raised their glasses, drinking to her health. "Thank you," she said with a broad smile, and leaned forward into a hint of a bow. Kirk's arm around her waistline wasn't enough to stabilize this action, so she put her right arm around his shoulders. With her left one, she lifted the cup and took a sip of the punch. "Ouch," she panted, then coughed and doubled up. "That's strong!" Tears rose in her eyes as the liquid burned its way down her throat. "Our special mixture, like every year," McCoy grinned at her. "Nobody can say Scotty and me don't know how to prepare the real good stuff." Barrows had one well-built leg placed over his left knee, where it was bobbing up and down; her right hand lay on his neck, and was obviously caressing his hairline. Uhura grinned too, as she wondered what image Kirk and she were creating the way they sat here now; but there had never been anything more than the aura of good colleagues between them. Turning her head, she met his gaze. He looked at her in light curiosity, a relaxed smile playing on his features. "I was wondering if I shouldn't find a chair of my own," she said in a low voice. "That would be a pity," he said, and pulled her closer. Uhura tilted her head toward him. "But Captain," she murmured in fake accusation, "you know that flirting with subordinates is forbidden." "Then I should promote you," he replied jokingly. Putting his other arm around her waist, he captured her playfully. She shook her head and looked around, but their little flirtation wasn't of interest to anyone, as the various conversations turned more nebulous, mirroring the fogged brain states. Uhura, though, was rapidly becoming very sober, as the effects of her small glass of punch were being dispelled by Kirk's much-too-close presence. His arms were cozy and warm on her body, and their hold was stable without being uncomfortable. A faint smell of shower gel hung around him, mixed with the Christmassy spices and the alcohol of the punch. She inhaled deeply before she got herself under control again. And although she didn't want to meet his eyes right now, she gave him a sidelong glance which he caught - and held. Everyone else was looking at McCoy and Barrows, whose erotic display went to new heights - everyone except the two of them. Uhura held her breath. There was something in the air, a tension between Kirk and her that she'd never felt before. She stared at his lips, and then at his eyes again, and she knew that this wasn't one-sided. Slowly she bent forward, hardly consciously. He bent forward too, tilting his head. As if in slow motion, they came closer and closer - Laugher rose around them just as their lips met, making them hastily pull back. But it had only been caused by a very inebriated Chekov telling another Mother Russia tale. Their gazes met again with an earnestness that didn't quite fit in this place. Something was changing between them; something wonderful but also potentially dangerous was developing. And it was still within their power to decide for or against it. Rational thinking wavered badly. Butterflies were having a field day in Uhura's stomach, and her heartbeat drummed forcefully in her ears. Beneath her right leg, something pressed against the thin tights that clung to her skin, and a familiar warmth rose in her. The surroundings vanished, and all sounds ceased as her world began to exist only of Kirk and herself. She took a deep breath and broke the spell. "I've got to check the music," she lied, and hastily stood up. He didn't hold her back, but she could feel his gaze at her back as she moved along the table, the ominous sound of tinkling glasses in her wake. She had exactly one minute before he was with her. "Uhura..." he said and leaned over the elevated music bar. The muscles in his upper arms danced under his uniform shirt, and she guessed that he, once again, wasn't wearing anything beneath it. The thought of his body made her blush, but thankfully he couldn't see it. Slowly he walked around the bar and stopped next to her. For a moment they stared at each other without words. "I'm not sure if this is a good idea," she said with pretended ease. They could still put a halt to it - well, he could at least. She wasn't able to guarantee that for herself. Her body was on fire. She wanted Kirk. Tonight, she most definitely wanted him. "I'm not sure either," he said quietly. His hand caressed her cheek. "But I've got the feeling we both...need it." Somehow, they came close again - who moved first, no one ever learned. Their lips met in another kiss, and this time they held on. As they parted, Uhura briefly closed her eyes. Kirk's and her hands had interlaced at sometime and were like an anchor, keeping her from leaving. But did she want to, anyway? He kissed her again. Warm lips met hers and opened; a tongue slowly caressed over her lower lip and then probed deeper. She hungrily let him in. Her pelvis moved against him, meeting his pronounced bulge. "Yes," she whispered, as they went up for air again. Their gazes met, and he nodded slightly. His eyes were half- closed, his face an indescribable mixture of relaxation and tension. And above all, there was such a layer of sexual energy that it took her breath away. She reached for his fly, opened the zipper and brought out his erection. It was pulsing between her fingers as she began to rub it. Kirk leaned forward and started to kiss her throat, at first tenderly, soon with small love bites that bordered on the edge of pain. His hands wandered beneath her skirt, pushing the thin material up her body. Fingertips massaged her hips, then climbed toward her bosom, stimulating her nipples. Uhura's right hand closed tighter around his manhood, while she struggled to remove her tights and underwear with the other one, to no avail. Soon his hands drove hers away and took over, with no better results. In the end, there was the small sound of tearing silk. But it didn't matter. Fingers rubbed at her, in her. She lost her regular rhythm, her breathing as unsteady as his. Her blood roared in her ears as he lifted her up onto the edge of the music console. Pressing between her legs he demanded room, which she eagerly gave. She directed his member into position, and seconds later he smoothly entered her. Her head tilted back. Was that her moaning? She tried to be quiet - a small part of her remembered that someone else could arrive any moment, and what would that do to their reputations? But this was too wonderful, too much needed to stop. Her arms clamped around his waistline, pulling him even closer. Closing a hand around the back of her head, he pulled her into another kiss. There was his tongue again, and it pushed deep, taking possession of her just as his sex did. Meeting his strokes with equal passion, she moved against him, causing her hip to slide on the console. He grabbed it hard and, in the process, let go of her upper body. She sank back onto the console. Positioning his arms beneath her legs he lifted them until her ankles leaned on his shoulders. The buttons of the console pressed into her spine, but the pain was insignificant in comparison to the bliss of the moment. He leaned on her and entered even deeper with every thrust now. Her hands caressed his face, his lips, and he opened to them, sucking her digits. With effort he tried to reach her breasts, but they were too far away for more than a hint of touch, leaving her only craving for more. And with every pounding, the buttons beneath her were creaking under the load. "Touch me, please," Uhura moaned, and Kirk understood instantly. He pulled back one hand and reached between her legs to caress her swollen clit. She writhed under the touch, being so close to orgasm that it almost hurt. The stinging fingertips instantly vanished and were substituted by a broader stimulation as wet phalanxes of fingers began massaging her pulsing center in time with his strokes. Unable to hold back any longer, she arched like a bow and climaxed. Hands closed around her legs, and her still convulsing body was pressed hard into the console as Kirk headed toward his own orgasm. He moaned loudly when his warm seed filled her, joining the aftermath of her climax. Seconds later he eased his grip and sank down on her, fighting for air. For a moment they simply lay there. Their breathing steadied, their joined heartbeats calmed to a healthier level. Finally Kirk pulled himself up, a peculiar look in his face. "Everything alright?" he asked in a low voice. Uhura cautiously lowered her legs. "Of course," she said, still slightly breathless. "That's not my usual style," he said with a slanted smile, and helped her down from the console. She straightened her dress; a sticky, wonderful dampness slowly poured down and distributed itself between her thighs. "I enjoyed it very much," she said earnestly. He looked at her, grimacing like a caught schoolboy. "I did, too." With unsteady fingers he restored his dignified appearance and closed the zipper. Their gazes met, and for another moment they remained in uncertain silence. "Well, in any case, I'm in need of a shower now," she said with a smile. "Captain." He smiled back. "Call me Jim. And I've an idea ...there is one double-shower on this ship." "Let me guess - in your cabin?" Kirk nodded. "Yes. But without any...obligations, okay?" "Fine with me," Uhura replied. "Let's take things as they come. We're both adult enough." And especially professional enough to handle it, in case they woke up with an emotional hang-over tomorrow. She was willing to take the risk. Was he? Kirk looked her over, pondering her words. Then he nodded again. "Let's go." Arm in arm, they left the recreation room. ***** [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Yahoo! 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