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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: The Project Gone Astray (TOS: f/m: R) 1/1
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Title: The Project Gone Astray

Author: Bert Aka T'Vera
Email: tverachasarek @ buckeye-express . com

Website: htttp://mystories.landsofthedragon.com
<htttp://mystories.landsofthedragon.com/> 
Series: TOS
Pairing: f (M'Ress)/ (Sorry it is a surprise)
Rating: R(some Sexual context)

Summary: This is simply a bit of Dribble, an erotic interlude. It takes
 

How could this have happen? When did it happen? All I know is somewhere--I
feel madly in love. Maybe, he is not the best looking of the bunch. He
doesn't have the Captain's charisma, the dashing oriental looks of Sulu,
boyish charm of Chevov or Riley, power to work miracles like Mr. Scott, he
has his own special traits. He is soft and compassionate in his own way. His
feelings often kept to himself. Too afraid to let anyone in I would think.
Just the idea of working so close to him anymore sends thoughts of passion
coursing through my veins. 'Hotter then Vulcan' how true is this in my own
heart. 

 

There he stands, only a table divide us. His mere presence sends me into a
feeling of want and need. I long to be held in his tight embrace, to be
kissed by his passionate lips to have beads of love fall upon my awaiting
fur. How do I confess my feelings? How do I keep from being the ship's fool?
I cannot be hurt; I simple will not allow it. 

 

He looks my way, "M'Ress, your assistance."

 

My help, he needs my help. Of course he would who I am kidding we started
this project together. Without a word I slip over to him. I dare not speak
or surely I would give myself away. 

 

As I move, I carelessly hit a bottle of sparkling blue paint, its contents
spilling over my clothing and fur. I hiss as the paint began to stain my
beautiful cream fur. 

 

With speed and power I never knew he possessed, his arms scoped me up. Our
destination all too embarrassingly clear the sonic shower to be rinsed. I
was only relieved I was a woman, even if I was of the feline variety, and my
signs of attraction where only mine to know. Quickly, I was stripped layer
by layer; until I stood in the typical eagle spread manner with all my
womanly wears to be seen. Waves rushed over me, until it was safe enough for
him to touch me with his bare hands. Oh, how I wanted to feel his skin
caressing my many breasts. Again I became a flame of desire. Only glad my
face was to the wall, so he could not see the tears of shear delight spring
free from my eyes.  Despite myself I released soft purrs of pleasure; some
more like wines of pain. 

 

No doubt I concerned him, for he spun me around. The look of worry deep set
in his eyes.  My body held no stains, thanks to his quick actions. So his
look went from one of concern to puzzlement. Then I think he must have
sensed my reaction. But should I have any doubt? He could read me like a
book, thus he knew me too well. We had been working on this project for over
three months now. 

 

I am not sure who was surprised more by his next reaction. It was clear and
to the point. I tried hard to pretend to notice. Starfleet pants left no
room to keep some facts of life discrete. My face must have softened and I
am sure he caught the way my tongue licked the insides of my lips. What more
could I say but to admit, "Merely a biological reaction no doubt." I so
wanted to put him at ease. 

 

Instead of replying, he looked me over. I am guessing he wanted to be
assured none of the paint remained on my delicate fur. When he drew me into
a tight embrace and whispered, "To hell with regulations," I knew.he wanted
me too.

 

There in the shower, he displayed himself to me, a tight muscular frame with
well defined appendages. 

 

The view was soon lost as I was once again assuming the position that was so
necessary in the beginning.  His breath came hot against my ear as he seemed
to beg, "Do not tell me to stop."

 

"Never," I whispered. Only to be granted my wildest fantasy. After a few
minutes of gasping preparation we where of one need, franticly seeking
enlightenment of release. Soon my purrs joined with his sheer cries of
pleasure.  His hands held tight as they found ways to pet each one of my
breast. 

 

Then in utter desperation his hands pulled back on the fur on my head,
"Speak my name, M'Ress. I need to here you say it." He was in a frenzy of
passion to the point he was almost possessed. 

 

With a cry of passion I spilled out his name, "Leonard," soon after I felt
the sweet joy of his release.

 

He held me tight, like he was afraid to let go. His deep southern drawl
tickled my ears as he whispered, "I hope now you will forget him."

 

My infatuation for a certain pointed eared Vulcan. "Yes," I purred, "I'll
leave him to your nurse." I moved away and smiled.

 



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