#uhura's dress in the second one is delicious

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Interphase Fanzine | Gee Moaven, Martynn, Connie Faddis (1977)

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@salrevientad thank you for the prompt Pikeuna - while on comms (video). I hope you enjoy... Private Conversation (yes, I couldn't help but name it that 🤣), it can be read on AO3 !

“How much longer is this training exercise going to last?” Chris asked as he sat on the edge of his bed on the enterprise after a long day. He missed Una, she was not making it easier as she sat on his viewscreen dressed in nothing but a short dressing gown on her hotel room couch. Her long, beautiful raven hair was pulled up in a messy bun as she was fresh from her shower. Soft tendrils of hair framed her hair face. She opened a jar of moisturiser and started massaging the cream onto her silky smooth legs. He smothered a groan as his dick hardened at the sight.

“I don’t know, the Vulcans are dragging it out. Spock is loving the never-ending debates and long-winded speeches. Uhura is like a kid in a candy shop and  La’an looks about ready to burn the building down if it means ending the conference sooner.” Una said in an absent manner.

“Tell her she has my blessing if it gets you all back to the enterprise,” Chris told her, Una smiled slyly at him.

“You miss me?” Una asked.

“Terribly, I want you back by side,” he said, he was also growing tired of his left hand. He missed the hot, wet clutch of her body, the way she whispered his name against his ear.

"I miss you too, waking up alone is no fun,” Una said with a pout.

“What would you do if I was there?” Chris asked, Una raised an eyebrow at the question.

“Oh, you know, the usual,” she drawled teasingly.

“Which usual? as I remember there being quite the variety of morning activities that we share.” Chris drawled innocently.

Una bit her bottom lip and then smiled as she knew where this was heading. She closed her jar of moisturiser and sat back on the couch in a somewhat seductive pose just to tease him. It worked as he heaved in a breath and shifted himself on the edge of his bed.   “Well, this morning I woke up very horny,” she said as she teasingly dragged her fingers down the collar of her dressing gown. Chris' eyes followed as she traced a line between her breasts letting the fabric slowly drape open to her navel.

“Did you touch yourself?” he asked, his eyes simmered with a hungry heat and unspent passion. She felt herself grow slick and shifted her thighs to relieve some of the pressure she felt.

“I had to, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to concentrate all day,” she told him in a matter-of-fact manner.

“Show me” he ordered, Una slowly undid her dressing gown, she lifted one leg onto the bed, and let the other drape open. She felt a thrill of anticipation and arousal zip through her as Chris groaned at the view she presented.

Una smiled teasingly as she opened her dressing gown. Chris groaned in delight and frustration as he wished he were with her.

“Like this,” she said as she trailed her fingers down the valley between her breasts past her navel before she slid them into her slick folds. She gave a breathy moan for effect, but her heart beat faster, she felt her skin heat up as she was already incredibly slick and more spilled forth as she saw Chris’ heated gaze zero in on where her fingers were. She circled and teased her clit and gave a shaky breath. She watched his pupils dilate and lick his lips. 

“I slid one finger in and it wasn't enough as…umm my fingers aren't long and thick as yours,” Una explained, it was hard to focus while her core clenched deliciously around her finger. It would’ve been better if he were with her in the room. But this was good enough, she slowly finger fucked herself in front of him. 

“Definitely need that second finger,” Chris told her, he sat forward, his hungry gaze on her as he watched her with a great intensity that turned her on. Una slid in the second finger and this time the moan was real as pleasure lazily rippled through her, she plunged her fingers in and out of her core. Sweat prickled across her skin, she felt her chest flush as she built herself closer and closer to coming.

“Yes,” she gasped as she pulled her fingers out and spread her slick juices over her pussy and clit, she moved her other hand to her clit and started to rub it.

“Don’t go too hard and fast on that clit,” Chris said crassly, as he undid his pants and pushed them to his knees. His erection sprung free. Una bit her bottom lip and moaned as he used his precum as lubricant and started to jerk off. It was incredibly erotic.

“My clit likes it fast and rough,” Una said, she whimpered as she felt her body start to burn as mini waves of pleasure rippled through her and started to coil tight in her lower belly, waiting to be fully released.

“Fuck, I wish I was right there, fucking your hot perfect cunt,” he said between her moans and cries. She watched him through hooded eyes as she kept up the momentum with her hands on herself. 

“Me too,” Una gasped. Their moans and gasps intermingled over the comm channel with the wet sounds of her pussy. Her fingers were gliding through her slick juices, it was an erotic orchestra to her ears.

“Faster, Una-fuck, you look so hot with greedy little cunt sucking those fingers in.” Chris told her, his voice rough as he was caught up in his pleasure.

“Chris,” she gasped,

“Just imagine I'm there, my cock fucking you, I'm so close,” he told her, his fist tight around his cock, he pumped in fast, short strokes and then mixed in a few long ones. 

“Oh god, I'm so close,” 

“Me too, fuck me,” Chris gasped, his features were tortured in pleasure. He squeezed the head of his cock trying to stave off his orgasm. Both of them absolutely lost in the moment and unaware of their surroundings, they didn’t hear the doorbell chime. Watching him, knowing exactly how his cock felt in her hands, and thrust into her body, it sent her over the edge.  

“I’m coming!” Una moaned, the alien computer mistook her for saying ‘come in’. She didn’t hear the door open. She groaned, her core clenched around her fingers, trapping them inside her. She felt her release flow out of her. Una let out a ragged breath and watched as Chris came, his eyes were shut as he gripped his cock, his cum shot out and spread across his chest and lap.

“Una, we nee- Oh my God!” La’an stopped, her eyes wide as she realised what she’d walked in on. She looked at Una’s flushed skin and how her arms were down. The couch covered her view. But there right on the screen was Chris still holding his cock in his hand as he just finished coming. “Oh my god!” She immediately covered her eyes and turned away, “Cock- Captain, I’m sorry I saw nothing! I - UNA, USE THE DO NOT DISTURB SETTING!” La’an shouted as she ran out the room completely mortified. The door closed but not before La’an’s voice carried in shouting something about how people should be locking doors. 

Una and Chris looked at one another in shock for a half a second before they burst into laughter. Una slipped her slick fingers from her pussy, and grabbed a tissue and wiped them clean. Chris was doing the same on his end, grinning as they both knew the crew saw them as pseudo-parental figures. So, it was easy to imagine their sex life was quasi-disturbing to them.

“She’s not wrong, you should lock your door,” Chris told her with a grin as he pulled up his pants and tucked his cock away. It was a shame as she would’ve loved for them to continue but they were lucky to even get 10 minutes away from Chris’ schedule.

“I’ll speak with you later,” Una told him.

“I love you,” Chris told her, Una smiled as she never tired of hearing him say that. “And you should put do not disturb setting on your room later,” he added.

“Is that an order?” she asked saucily, Chris laughed.

“Yes,” He replied, he looked off to the side and Una knew their time was up as something was happening on the Enterprise. “I gotta go,” he said.

“Hey, I love you too, bye,” Una told him, they signed off at the same time. She gave a happily sigh as she laid back on the couch and smiled.

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The Curse (or: A Blessing In Disguise)

Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series (TOS)  Pairing: McCoy / Uhura  Rating/Warning: Explicit (M) Word Count: 12.108

Read it on AO3: The Curse

Summary:  When an angry ambassador puts a curse on her, Uhura has needs, and McCoy is there to help. 

Part 1: The Problem

McCoy was standing to attention in the transporter room. His dress uniform felt especially uncomfortable today, and he couldn’t wait to get rid of it again, just like he couldn’t wait to get rid of this nasty excuse for an ambassador. In hindsight, even Elaan of Troyius had seemed friendly and well-behaved compared to him. If the rest of this new member planet’s population were anything like him, then God help the Federation!

The ambassador was as rude as they come and hadn’t missed a chance to put his foot in it. McCoy couldn’t shed the feeling that he’d enjoyed it, too. Had probably done it on purpose in the first place. He’d been arrogant and demanding. And highly disrespectful, especially of the female members of the crew. Uhura, who’d been chosen as his ‘personal assistant’, had taken the brunt of it, and McCoy had barely been able to keep his temper, witnessing the smart and amazing communications officer being insulted time after time.

Jim had been right, of course, Uhura was a woman who could take care of herself. And with her confident, kind and cheerful personality she’d probably been better suited for this job than any other crew member. But it had still been hard for the doctor to just stand by and watch her fight to keep her calm, and her seemingly never-ending patience.

McCoy stole a glance at Uhura, who was standing next to him. Judging from her unsmiling face, she definitely couldn’t wait to see the back of the ambassador, either. On entering the transporter room, the goon had even had the audacity to ask her to join him for the rest of his voyage.

When she’d politely declined and wished him a safe journey, swiftly avoiding his roaming hands, as she’d learned to do over the past three days, he’d looked at her with such rage and hatred, it had sent a cold shiver down McCoy’s spine. Yet, Uhura hadn’t blinked an eye, firmly standing her ground. And McCoy had never admired her more.

Now, the ambassador was standing on the transporter platform, rudely waving away Kirk’s parting words and addressing Uhura one final time.

“You’ll regret not coming with me, you’ll see, my sweet beauty,” he sneered. “You’ll slowly go insane without me, unable to help yourself, wishing I was still around to help you out. But I’ll be long gone. So good luck finding help elsewhere!”

And just before the transporter beam took him away, he blew her a kiss, adding, “Third time lucky!” and McCoy could have sworn he actually saw the words float over and dissolve around Uhura’s body.

As soon as the ambassador was gone, Jim exhaled noisily, turned on his heel and stomped out of the transporter room, closely followed by Spock, who seemed uncharacteristically relieved, too.

Bet he couldn’t have taken much more of this offending behaviour, either, McCoy thought, grinning wryly.

But when his gaze returned to Uhura, who still hadn’t taken a step towards the door, her tightly pressed lips and clenched fists took the grin right off his face again.

“Relax, Uhura,” he said reassuringly, “he’s gone now. And good riddance, too! You’ve done a terrific job. No one else could have handled him the way you did.”

She flashed him a grateful smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and he grew really concerned when he noticed that she was trembling.

“You alright, Lieutenant?” he asked softly, stepping towards her and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Uhura shrank away from his touch, cringing as if his hand had scorched her.

“Don’t worry, Doctor, I’m all right,” she muttered under her breath, “I just need some peace and quiet.” And when he didn’t look convinced, reaching out for her again, she added an imploring, “Please!” then turned and fled from the transporter room, leaving a baffled and worried McCoy behind.

******

Uhura stumbled blindly towards the turbolift. She needed to get to her quarters as quickly as possible. Her whole body was on fire with an overpowering sexual desire that had hit her out of nowhere.

It had started the moment the ambassador had dissolved in the transporter beam, surprising her in a most embarrassing way, and she had a strong suspicion, that it had something to do with the ambassador’s final words. What must the doctor have thought of her?

Knowing how caring and easily worried McCoy was, she just hoped, he wasn’t coming after her. She was horny as hell and would probably jump his bones, no pun intended, right in the middle of a busy corridor, if he touched her again.

No, she needed to get to the privacy of her quarters ASAP and take care of her ever-growing need for relief.

Damn that ambassador! she thought angrily. This was the final insult.

As soon as the doors to her quarters had slid shut and locked behind her, she let out the groan that had been building in her throat for the past few minutes, and made a beeline for her bed, barely kicking off her boots on the way.

She flopped down on her back, not even bothering to remove her underwear or tights, and let her hands go straight to rub between her legs.

Only when the frantic movements of her fingers didn’t seem to have the slightest effect on her desperate situation, did she slip one hand inside her soaking wet panties, hoping to finally find relief with the clothes out of the way.

That definitely had an effect. The moment her fingers had found their way in between her swollen folds, barely touching her sensitive nub, her body was jolted by a piercingly lustful sensation, off every scale she’d ever known, that nearly made her arch off the bed.

Finally! She couldn’t have taken one more minute of this abnormal horniness.

But her relief was short-lived, when she realised that, instead of finally sending her over the edge, her fingers’ actions only served to take her arousal to the next level.

She cried out in frustration, tossing her head from side to side, then got up from the bed and frenziedly began to rub herself against anything she could find. Her couch, a chair, the knob of one of her drawers, a rolled-up terry cloth, even her hairbrush, quickly moving on to the next thing after the initial alleviation of the first few seconds had worn off.

Through the haze of her unbridled lust, she tried to kickstart her brain back into action and focus on finding a way out of this predicament. Her own hands were obviously not enough to put an end to her ordeal.

Suddenly she remembered a dildo that her friends had given her for her 30th birthday as a joke, and desperately started rummaging around for it in her drawers. Annoyingly, it was still in its original packaging, and she had a terribly hard time unwrapping it with shaking fingers, unable to concentrate or even stand still for a second.

When she’d managed to switch it on at last, she rushed back to her bed, hoping against hope that this would be the answer to her prayers. But of course, that wasn’t the case, and she was gripped by a terrible fear of being eternally stuck on the brink of orgasm, never achieving that final nudge that would send her over the edge.

Just then, her communicator beeped and Kirk’s voice nearly made her jump out of her skin.

“Bridge to Uhura!”

Uhura knew she had to answer that call, if she didn’t want a whole search team come looking for her. So she summoned up all her willpower and hoped her voice wouldn’t betray her.

“Uhura here, Sir!” she squeaked.

There was a short pause, then Kirk said, “You sound exhausted, Lieutenant, but that’s totally understandable. You did a great job with the ambassador. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off and treat yourself?”

Uhura was too weak to laugh at the irony of his words, and just closed the channel with a curt, “Thank you, Sir!” She could worry about her lack of politeness later.

All that mattered now was to get away from the voice that had filled her room, and her groins. She wouldn’t have lasted through a longer conversation. Funny, how she’d never noticed the captain’s sexy voice before. But every one of his words just now had felt like sensuous lips wrapped around her clit, sucking and licking and thrilling her to the core.

Just like McCoy’s comforting touch earlier, it suddenly dawned on her. No more than a friendly hand on her shoulder, it had felt like the most delicious caress of her private parts, raising her budding arousal to the highest levels of lust in a flash, and forcing her to flee from the transporter room on the double.

Unable to help yourself! the ambassador’s words echoed in her head. That was it! she realised with a start. That had been his cruel, sadistic plan! The sensation of unbearable arousal was momentarily replaced by an all-consuming rage, only to return a second later with full force.

What was she to do? A feeling of helpless despair joined the other emotions racing through her body, while her hand kept mindlessly rubbing her clit in a futile attempt to keep her need to climax at bay. She needed help, but who could she turn to?

She was friends with most of her crew mates, even close with several of her male colleagues. But not that close. She could hardly walk up to any of them, especially in her frenzied state of mind, and ask them to sleep with her in order to rescue her from some dubious curse. It would be mortifying. And they wouldn’t even believe her.

Suddenly it hit her. Dr. McCoy. He was a doctor and had certainly come across the most incredible and embarrassing health issues in his career. He was also the kindest, most caring and compassionate man she knew. And he’d been there and heard the ambassador’s words, too. He would believe her. And hopefully, he’d have a remedy, some sedative that would put her under until the ambassador’s curse lost its power over her.

Feeling hopeful at the thought, she got up to put her boots back on, wash the sweat off her face, and fix her hair as well as she could with one hand, while trying to keep her pulsing arousal in check with her other.

After she was done, it took her a while to summon up the will to remove her hand from her panties, and when she finally managed to, she sprinted out the door, making her way to sickbay in record time.

Part 2: The Solution

Dr. McCoy was just cleaning up after his last patient for the morning, thinking about what to have for lunch, when a panting, dishevelled looking Uhura came barging into his office without knocking.

Worried by her uncharacteristic behaviour, he hurried to her side, but stopped his hand mid-air, when he saw her shrink back from his touch, just like she had this morning in the transporter room.

“I need your help, Doctor,” she wheezed, her body convulsed with pain.  

He motioned her to a biobed, careful not to touch her, but she refused, shifting from one foot to the other, as if she were desperate for the bathroom.

“What’s wrong, Uhura? How can I help?” he asked, trying to sound calm and reassuring while running a tricorder over her twitching body.

Her pulse and blood pressure were up, her pheromone level slightly raised, and he could see that her pupils were dilated. But apart from that, she was perfectly healthy. A woman who’d just had sex, he concluded, getting more concerned by the minute, as his mind raced through all the possible reasons for her visit to sickbay.

“I’m so aroused, Doctor!” she blurted out.

McCoy did a double take at her surprising, yet medically correct statement, and, unsure how to reply, just raised a quizzical eyebrow at her.

“Help me, please!” she whispered entreatingly.

“You want my help with … this?” he chuckled nervously, really confused now.

“Doctor, please, this is not a joke,” she whimpered, wringing her hands and starting to pace. “And it’s beyond embarrassing, believe me, but I thought you might have a sedative or something to help me?”

“I’m afraid, I don’t follow,” the doctor said as soothingly as he could, his face a picture of compassion and confusion. “I get this is serious, but I’ll need a little more information. Try to relax and start from the beginning, please.”

Uhura let out a frustrated whine, then gave him an abridged version of what had transpired since the ambassador had left this morning, her desperation clearly outweighing her embarrassment.

“Son of a bitch!” the doctor muttered under his breath. So, he’d not been mistaken, when he’d seen the ambassador’s words actually hit Uhura this morning. He couldn’t imagine what she was going through, just the idea making him shudder. But he’d have to put aside all thoughts of hatred and revenge for now, and find a way to help the afflicted communications officer.

“You’ve already tried to ... er ... fix this yourself, I take it?” he asked, hoping not to sound too awkward.

Uhura just shot him an exasperated look.

“Right, of course you have,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “Ok, let’s try a sedative.”

He filled a hypospray and injected Uhura, closely observing her for any reactions.

“Nothing,” Uhura told him after some moments, and the disappointment on her face was heart-breaking.

“All right, there’s another one we can try,” he told her in his most optimistic doctor’s voice.  

Another hypospray hissed against Uhura’s arm.

“I’m feeling a little dazed now,” she sounded hopeful, “but the ... er ... feeling’s still there. Almost worse than before.”

She groaned with frustration, wriggling about, her hand moving in the direction of her private parts several times, obviously desperate to touch herself.

McCoy’s heart went out to her, and he racked his brains for another solution.

“Please, Doctor,” she begged, “try another one!”

“I can’t, Uhura, I’m sorry. A third sedative would be irresponsible.”

“But I can’t take any more of this. I just can’t!”

Seeing her dismay nearly tore him apart.

“We’ll have to find another way.”

He’d said we. Uhura could have kissed him.

“What did the ambassador say exactly?” he asked. “Good luck finding help elsewhere?”

Uhura nodded slowly, losing herself even more in the haze of her lust, thanks to the sedative.

“That could mean that, although you can’t help yourself, someone else might,” the doctor went on, feeling more than a little uneasy at where his reasoning was taking him. He couldn’t, could he? But then, Uhura was in agony, he had to help her somehow. And he just couldn’t think of any other way.

“Do you trust me, Uhura?” he asked gently, trying to catch her eye.

“Implicitly,” she smiled, hardly able to fight the urge to push him down on his chair and straddle him.

“I might have an idea there, but it’s rather... er ... delicate. Unethical, really.”

“Anything you suggest, Doctor!” she gasped. “Please, I can’t think straight anymore. But I trust you.”

“Come on, then,” he drawled, fully aware of the responsibility she’d just put on him, and beckoned her to follow him into the adjacent private examination room, closing the doors behind them and engaging the privacy lock.

“Lie down on the biobed, will you?” he said softly.

“Are you going to sleep with me, Doctor?” Uhura asked, sounding almost hysterical, as she climbed onto the bed and lay on her back.

“No,” he laughed nervously, “something a little less drastic.” Then he stepped to her side, looked straight into her eyes and murmured, “Still unethical, though.”

Uhura fidgeted around restlessly, unable to suppress the desperate, grinding motions of her hips any longer.

“Whatever you think might end this agony, Doctor. Surely, you’ve noticed that I’m beyond embarrassed by now. Just get on with it, please, I’m at the end of my tether.”

McCoy took a deep breath and put on some surgical gloves.

“All right, let’s do this. You can file a complaint later,” he chuckled in an attempt at humour, then, stepping back to the side of the biobed, quickly added, “I promise to keep this as professional as possible.”

Uhura nodded weakly, exhaustion clouding her beautiful face.

“Can you take off your underwear, please?” McCoy asked. But when he watched her ineffectively fumble around her skirt with trembling fingers, a surge of tender affection for her rushed through him, and he swiftly pulled off her tights and underpants, neatly folding them on a nearby chair.

He exhaled deeply, closed his eyes for a moment and tried to summon up at least some of his professional detachment. This was a patient in need, and he was a healer, doing everything in his power to help.

Slowly and carefully he put his hands on Uhura’s hips to give her a chance to get used to his touch. When her twitching intensified and she grunted impatiently, he slid one hand across her thigh, gently parted her swollen labia with his fingers, and let his thumb glide through the excessive wetness, lightly grazing the tip of her clitoris.

Uhura cried out at the touch, nearly arching off the biobed, her sensitivity heightened to the extreme, and the doctor pulled back immediately.

“I’m sorry, Uhura. I should have been more careful,” he apologised, secretly wondering if that would even have been possible.

“It’s all right, Doctor,” Uhura panted, “I had the same reaction to my own fingers. The ambassador’s curse has obviously heightened my senses on top of everything else. I’ll get used to it. Please don’t give up!”

“I won’t,” McCoy promised, placing his hand back between her legs, determined to be even more gentle this time. And to disregard the extremely unprofessional bulge growing in his own trousers.

Uhura’s reaction to his second touch was less intense, if not significantly, and he continued to let his thumb and fingers dance over her slick and swollen pearl, alternating between lazy circles and rapid drumming, light tapping and steady rubbing, making her howl and moan and sigh and beg.

“Don’t worry, sickbay is soundproof. No need to hold back”, he reassured her, when she clamped her hands over her mouth, trying to keep the noise down.

Maybe she was always this noisy, or maybe the frustratingly long time of pent-up lust had taken its toll. Whichever, he’d definitely never met a woman as sensitive to his touch before.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh my God!” she squealed, “This is so good! Please, don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”

Not helping! McCoy thought, finding it increasingly hard to ignore his own growing erection.

Uhura was lost in her own world now. The sensations that rippled through her body were incredible. She’d thought she’d been as aroused as anyone could get before, but the doctor’s nimble fingers were driving her even higher. The rumours about his skilled surgeon’s fingers seemed to be true after all.

The fog of frustrated horniness clogging her mind had been lifted, and she was floating on a sea of delicious, indescribable lust. The teasing fingers were even more unbearable than all the things she’d tried before in her quarters. The only difference being that she could now actually feel herself getting closer to orgasm.

She’d always found the doctor handsome and attractive, and they’d flirted a lot over the years, but he’d never shown interest in anything more than friendship, and she’d been all right with that.

But now she could feel herself falling for him, for this kind and caring man, for this incredibly skilled lover. The way he refused to look at her, keeping his eyes fixed on a far point on the wall, doing everything to stick to his promise of keeping this professional while pleasuring her in the most delicious ways, was simply adorable.

McCoy was trying hard to keep his mind off his own growing need. Not an easy feat, given that his fingers were busy stimulating a woman’s intimate parts, drenched in the most intoxicating fragrance.

And it wasn’t just any woman, either. It was Uhura! One of the most beautiful and brilliant women he’d ever met, and certainly the hottest girl on the Enterprise. They’d flirted a lot over the years, but she was so out of his league, she’d never really taken him seriously.

Yet now, here she was, moaning and writhing ecstatically under the touch of his hand. The whole situation was so unreal, he just couldn’t get his head around it.

He tried to fight the urge to look at her, but once he snuck a peek and saw her beautiful face, scrunched up with overwhelming pleasure, he just couldn’t take his eyes off again.

And when she finally came, delirious with relief and the sheer intensity of her orgasm, arching uncontrollably into his hand, her body trembling and jolting so hard, McCoy could barely keep her safely on the biobed, the image of her lovely face, flushed with overwhelming pleasure, eyes squeezed shut in complete surrender, got indelibly burnt into his memory, as his eyes soaked up every little “Oh” and “Ah” and “Mmhhh” of her pretty mouth.

To see this goddess climax was like a dream come true. In the throes of passion, she was even more beautiful. More than he could ever have imagined. Surely, he could be professional and still keep this image as a treasured memory, a gift, for lonely hours.

Uhura felt like she’d just died and gone to heaven. She’d never come this hard before, never felt such pleasure at the hands of a man. Was it the curse or the doctor’s skill? she wondered.

But then again, she’d never been under such a sadistic spell before, never been held in suspense for such an unbearably long time before. No wonder her body went crazy, when relief finally set in.

McCoy waited patiently for her to come off her high. Mesmerised by the display of emotions that coursed through her sweat-covered body, plainly visible on her glistening face. He’d never thought it possible for a single orgasm to last this long, but then, of course, he’d never teased a woman as long as Uhura had had to endure it by the hands, or rather the mind, of the obnoxious ambassador.

The doctor was certainly glad that his “cure” had worked and the poor woman had finally found the much-needed relief.

When Uhura relaxed at last, still breathing hard, opening her eyes with a grateful, if exhausted smile, and he could finally pull his hand away, he almost felt deprived.

They smiled at each other awkwardly for a moment, not quite sure what to say or do next, until Uhura found back to her old, confident and humorous self again.

“I guess I needed that,” she chuckled, stating the obvious and making McCoy laugh.

Then she added more seriously and with heartfelt gratitude, “Thank you, Doctor, for doing this for me. And for doing it so graciously. And so well, too,” she couldn’t resist adding as an afterthought, making the doctor blush bashfully, something she’d never seen before.

“Seriously, Doctor. You saved me. I owe you big time.”

But before the doctor could respond, she suddenly shuddered and started to convulse again, lifting disbelieving eyes to McCoy.

“No!” she wailed despairingly, “This can’t be happening! How sadistic can even that bastard of an ambassador be?”

McCoy was momentarily speechless, but found his voice again after a moment.

“What were the ambassador’s exact words again?” he asked as he watched Uhura frantically press a hand between her legs through her uniform skirt.

“’Can’t help myself’,” Uhura croaked.

“Yes, I know. Also, ‘to find help elsewhere’. But was that it?” McCoy gently urged. “Or did he say anything else?”

“’Third time lucky’,” she ground out between spasms, her whole body jolted by uncontrollable arousal again.

The doctor snapped his fingers.

“That’s it!” he exclaimed excitedly. “We just have to do this again!”

His expression sobered, when he caught Uhura’s incredulous look.

“You’re prepared to do this again, Doctor? Twice?” she asked hoarsely.  

“Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, as they used to say in the olden days,” he grinned wryly. “I can hardly leave you high and dry now, can I?”

“Thank you, Doctor,” she whispered, too weak and needy to protest anymore, and grateful for his offer to ‘treat’ her again.

“Just lie back down, Lieutenant, and enjoy the ride,” he joked, earning him a stern look from the communications officer.

“Sorry, Uhura,” he added contritely, pulling clean surgical gloves over his hands, “I didn’t mean to make fun of you. I’m just trying not to feel too awkward here.”

She nodded, smiling weakly, and tried not to think about how much she was actually looking forward to his skilful touch.

When she was lying on her back again, digging her fingers into the sides of the biobed and involuntarily grinding her hips, she felt McCoy’s hands gently push up her skirt before resting his fingers on her hips once more.

He was so careful and considerate, wonderful qualities she usually loved in a man, but right now, she just wanted to shout at him to please get on with it already.

After another tantalisingly long moment, he eventually let his hands glide towards where she so desperately needed them, making her gasp with desire when he gently spread her outer labia with one hand while slowly zoning in on her clit with the fingers of his other hand.

She thought she’d never longed for anything as much as she now longed for him to touch her swollen nub, and when he finally did, her whole body shuddered with the pleasure of the sensation.

Like before, he let his nimble fingers dance deftly over her most sensitive spots, sending delicious ripples of lust though her body. But while her desire was rapidly rising to unprecedented heights, she could feel herself drifting further and further away from relief.

McCoy obviously noticed the difference, too, because when she managed to open her eyes and look at him through the haze of her horniness, he frowned at her questioningly.

“Not working, is it?” he asked quietly, his disappointed face almost making her laugh.

“No,” she shook her head, unable to hide her growing despair, imploring eyes boring into his, nearly breaking his heart.

Judging from her wild bucking and animalistic grunts, she was in no state to contribute any useful ideas anymore. Finding a solution was totally up to him now, he realised, thankful that the absurdity of the situation somewhat took his mind off his own aching need.

“Maybe we need a different approach this time, a new sensation,” he speculated, while making sure his fingers kept rubbing her clit at a steady pace, having tried to slow down a couple of times, only causing her to frantically claw at his hand. But Uhura was already too far gone for any helpful input.

The easiest thing to elicit a new sensation, it occurred to him, was to simply remove the gloves. He felt bad about having to stop his ministrations momentarily in order to do so, mouthing, “Sorry, my dear,” when the communications officer let out a remonstrative wail.

She was, however, immediately compensated for her anguish, when she felt the touch of his bare hands on her skin.

Briefly trailing his fingers up along the inside of her thighs, making her tingle all over, he went straight back to the centre of her desire, his first light tap on her clit sending a bolt of lightning through her. Her whole body tensed at the intensity of the sensation, and she bucked wildly, letting out the loudest cry yet.

Satisfied with her reaction, McCoy gave her a moment to recover, then continued his skilful ministrations, trying out various techniques, amazed, yet again, at her responsiveness. And annoyed at his own, which was really becoming a nuisance.

After a while, Uhura felt her unbearable frustration give way to enjoyable desire, and was finally coherent enough again to thank McCoy for finding yet another solution to her predicament.

“Thank you for not giving up, Doctor,” she rasped, her voice rough from groaning and squealing.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied with an almost smug smile, unsuccessfully trying to hide the pride in his masculine prowess while making a mental note to give her some water to drink as soon as he had his hands free again.

He knew, of course, that the decent thing to do would be to take her to orgasm as quickly as possible. But watching her writhe so ecstatically under his fingers a little longer was just too tempting.

Now that he had the once-in-a-lifetime chance to pleasure her, he might as well make the most of it.

How he’d have liked to kiss her, caress the rest of her glorious body! But there was no way he could do that, of course. He’d promised her and himself to keep this as professional as possible. Anything else would really be unethical. But even so, he could still show her what the good old reliable country doctor could do with his hands.

On impulse, while never stopping his light tapping and drumming on her clit, he slowly trailed one finger of his other hand along her pussy, ever so gently circling and pushing against her entrance.

Uhura’s eyes went wide at this incredible sensation, and an excited gasp exploded from her lips, prompting McCoy to probe a little deeper.

She purred and sighed as McCoy once again managed to drive her desire to the next level, bestowing all those multiple sensations on her. How could she never have seen before what a sensuous man he was? And more to the point, how would she ever again be able to settle for anything less, once this whole mortifying ordeal was over?

She was jolted out of her thoughts when his probing finger hit her G-spot, teasingly curling against it, clearly knowing exactly how to elicit maximum effect, almost making her fly off the handle.

“Oh my God! You’re killing me!” she groaned, arching and bucking like a maniac, her hypersensitive body trying to get away from the tantalising stimuli on both her clit and G-spot.

“Actually, I’m trying to do the opposite here,” McCoy replied softly, skilfully following her every move with his fingers to keep teasing the exactly right spots. Uhura could hear the smile in his voice. “But you might as well enjoy it.”

“I don’t think, I’ve ever enjoyed anything more,” she breathed, barely able to speak any longer. “This is incredible.”

When she’d come the first time, McCoy’s plan had been, under the pretence of cleaning up and giving her privacy, to escape to his office as soon as possible in order to take care of his own straining erection that he just hadn’t been able to suppress. Sure, he was a healer, but he was also a man. And this ‘treatment’ was certainly more than any doctor could administer without being affected.

But when she’d clung to his hand, clamping her thighs around it, unthinkingly using it to ride out the waves of a seemingly endless orgasm, the chance for that had passed.

Then the second ‘phase’ had started so abruptly, and all thoughts of taking care of his own needs had gone straight out the window.

This time, however, he didn’t even think about getting away, but let her ride out her orgasm on his gently pulsing finger, using his remaining fingers to lightly keep teasing her clit until she couldn’t take any more and sank back on the bed, completely blissed out.

When he gently slipped his hand out from between her legs, she opened her eyes the tiniest bit and murmured, “You’re a dark horse, Dr. McCoy. You sure know what you’re doing!”

And when he grinned, an endearing mixture of pride and embarrassment on his face, she let her gaze slide down to where his crotch was pressed against the biobed, subtly grinding against the edge to stave off his own increasing need.

“Oh Doctor! I’m sorry!” Uhura cried out. “I was so caught up in my own ordeal, I wasn’t thinking what this would do to you! Will you let me help you out in return? I certainly owe you.”

“Absolutely not!” he blustered, his face flushing a deep red. “You came to me for help, and that’s what I did. No more, no less. We really need to keep this professional.”

Uhura couldn’t help but smirk.

“As professional as possible,” he relented grumpily. “But I could never take advantage of your predicament. I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

“I know,” she smiled, believing him without a doubt and feeling herself falling even deeper for this impossibly sexy gentleman.

All thoughts about his pulsing erection, however, were forgotten when Uhura started to moan and spasm again, signalling the beginning of the third and hopefully last ‘phase’.

There was no question of what to do anymore. Without hesitation, Uhura lay back down, spreading her legs and twitching in anticipation, as McCoy mentally prepared himself for the next round.

“Here we go again,” he said smilingly, and Uhura chuckled between her moans, whispering, “So sorry, Doctor! But thank you!”

Somehow it wasn’t as awkward as before, the whole episode having brought on a new feeling of intimacy between them. Uhura’s heart skipped a beat as she felt the doctor tenderly caress the inside of her thighs before spreading them a little wider.

But as soon as he touched her most sensitive spot, making her sigh with pleasure, and gently inserted a finger, being rewarded with a low moan and a lazy sway of her hips, they both noticed quickly that the tell-tale hypersensitive jerk was missing. Again.

“I guess I’ll have to come up with something new yet again,” McCoy sighed, but it was clear that he was accepting the challenge.

They exchanged glances, and even though Uhura was already lost in a haze of unbearable lust again, he could see the gratefulness in her eyes. The way she trusted him moved him deeply. They were in this together, and he would get her through this. Uhura’s own little private pon farr.

“Why don’t you just take me, Doctor?” she purred, “I’m going crazy here, and that way you’ll find relief, too.”

“We’ll keep that in mind as a last resort, Uhura,” he smiled, slowly circling her clit with a finger, then moving on to tapping it with two fingers ever so lightly, teasingly, trying to find the right touch that would send her over the edge again.

But all that did was increase her arousal to unbearable heights that felt like eternal, unsatisfiable ecstasy to her.

“Please Doctor, this is cruel, I can’t take any more,” she moaned huskily.

“Ok, let’s try this then,” he said tentatively, moving to the low end of the bed to stand between her legs, grasping her hips with both hands and pulling her towards him in one swift move.

Then he bent down, burying his head between her trembling thighs.

“Oh my God, Doctor, I can’t ask this of you!” Uhura cried out, as the feeling of his teasing fingers, spreading her labia apart at an agonisingly slow rate, almost made her pass out.

But when she jerked and let out a choked scream at the first breeze of his breath blowing softly over her dripping wet clit, they both knew this was it. The new sensation that would hopefully lead to her third and final release.

Encouraged by the proof of having found the right way, McCoy let his tongue trail softly along the insides of her folds, gently pushing inside and lightly brushing against her clit.

The touch was electric, her reaction tremendous. Pressing hard against his mouth, she clenched her thighs tightly around his head. Losing her mind as well as all sense of time and space, all she could do was give herself to him completely and trustingly.

Feeling the situation get out of hand, McCoy fought hard to keep control. Her taste, her smell, her passion, were intoxicating, and he had to remind himself sternly, that none of this was her choice but the consequence of a cruel and sadistic curse.

He had to be careful not to get carried away. And yet, this was so much more than taking care of a patient or even helping out a friend. This was the third time in a row, that his ministrations had rendered this gorgeous woman ecstatic. And for some reason he wanted to excel himself, wanted this to be the most exciting, most satisfying experience of her life.

For every little flick of his tongue, a squeal escaped her. Every time he so much as breathed, he was rewarded with a twitch and a groan. The tip of his tongue made her scream out in blissful agony, and the strokes of the flat of his tongue nearly made her arch off the bed.

Uhura gripped the edge of the biobed, her fingers ineffectively scrabbling around for purchase, her desire burning so hot inside her, she thought she might die.

The way he licked and nibbled and sucked and hummed, turning her innards to mush and her clit into an erupting volcano, was almost more than she could take.

If she’d been impressed by the skill of his much-lauded surgeon’s fingers earlier, they paled in comparison to the sheer magic of his tongue. She’d had skilful lovers before, but she’d never been brought to the brink of insanity so splendidly before.

And even though she couldn’t wait for this embarrassing and crippling ordeal to be over, part of her wished McCoy’s ministrations would never end.

Who would have thought the curmudgeonly doctor had it in him? How many women had he blessed with his skills before her? And not in the line of duty, but because he desired them, was maybe even in love with them?

The very idea almost blew her mind. If this was what he did for a patient, how much more would he do for the woman he loved?

That thought, along with the additional stimulation of a gentle finger starting to tease her G-spot again, pushed her over the edge for the third and hopefully final time.

She was a little surprised and more than grateful when the doctor didn’t pull away, but kept on licking and sucking, allowing her to arch and grind and press against his face as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure washed over her, drinking her dry, until she fell back, boneless and utterly exhausted.

Feeling lightheaded, McCoy straightened up slowly, his knees weak, his face burning with bliss and shame and Uhura’s juices, hardly believing what he’d just experienced.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, yet in no position to deal with his aching erection that almost burst his pants, he’d actually come in his uniform trousers. Like a freaking teenager!

This had never happened to him before, not even in his youth, his only excuse being the aggravating circumstances of this absolutely weird and unusual situation.

Trying to think of the best way to excuse himself quickly in order to go and clean up this mess, he looked down at Uhura and found her fast asleep, the sight of her slender body, out cold on the biobed, filling him with the warmest feeling of affection.

Barely able to tear his eyes from her lovely face, blissed out and peaceful in sleep, he found a blanket and tenderly tucked her in.

Still a little unsteady on his legs, he stalked back to his office to clean up and find some spare clothes, all the time wondering how to face Uhura when she woke up again.

He’d always enjoyed their easy banter and mild flirting, safe in the knowledge of their friendship. But they could hardly go back to that after this, could they?

It was going to be awkward between them. For the time being, at least. But it had been worth it, he suddenly thought, and not only because it had saved her. Whatever the consequences, seeing and feeling and tasting her like this had definitely been worth it.

Feeling an exhilarating rush of happiness rippling through him, he stepped towards the doors, ready to face the world again. And Uhura. Only to find her gone already.

He could understand her motives, of course, comprehending her need to get away from him as quickly as possible. She was certainly mortified now. Possibly even disgusted with what he’d done to her. He should have thought harder, should have come up with a more acceptable cure. She had trusted him. And he’d let her down.

It was only mid-afternoon, but he felt incapable of finishing his shift, the weight of his conscience almost crushing him. Uhura had come to him looking for help, and he’d betrayed her trust. And his oath.

Ignoring the questioning glances of his staff, he hurried out of sickbay, heading straight for the safety of his quarters, wanting to stay there and hide forever.

Part 3: The Reward

Uhura was pacing the tiny space of her quarters. She was so very tired and exhausted, but there was no way she could rest now. Her mind was in turmoil.

When she’d woken up in sickbay earlier and, after the first blissful moment of ignorance, it had all come rushing back to her – the ambassador, the curse, and that Dr. McCoy had practically just been forced to have sexual interactions with her, she’d panicked and just run off, grateful that the doctor wasn’t around.

Just thinking about it now was so embarrassing, she had no idea how she could ever face him again. Although the idea of not seeing him again, apart from being more than unlikely living on a starship, hurt just as much. She’d never realised before how much McCoy’s friendship really meant to her. How much she enjoyed and relied on his comforting presence on the bridge and in her life.

She’d always had a soft spot for the kind and gentle doctor, who kept boosting her confidence with his charming compliments, and so often made her laugh, listening to him lecturing the captain or bickering with Spock. But after the events of today, she seemed to have developed a proper crush. The memory of his gentle hands, and what they’d done to her, sent hot waves of desire through her body. Not to mention his lips and tongue.

But it wasn’t just that. Although it was all still a bit of a blur, she also vaguely remembered the soft blue eyes, watching her so intently in an effort to give her exactly what she needed. And the determination to do whatever it took to help her. He was that kind of doctor, of course. She’d been witness to his devotion as a healer numerous times before. But it had seemed even more than that in this case. The way he’d touched her, looked at her, had made her feel like more than just a patient to him.

Then again, maybe that had just been wishful thinking on her part. Her way of dealing with the embarrassment. She definitely needed time to think about it all. Do a little soul searching. Examine her feelings for the doctor, now that she was no longer under the ambassador’s spell.

Suddenly she felt bad for having run off like that, and it occurred to her that he might actually think she’d fled because he’d done something wrong. That would be just like him. He’d been quite anxious about the whole thing being unethical in the first place, if she remembered correctly. And yet he’d gone through with it to put her out of her misery.

She definitely needed to set things straight. And fast, too. After all he’d done for her, the last thing she wanted was for him to feel bad about it. Maybe she could even do something towards returning the favour, a little voice in her head piped up, suddenly remembering the effect this whole affair had actually had on him, too. He’d tried to deny it, of course, but the tell-tale bulge in his trousers had been quite impressive. Maybe there was a chance for more than friendship, after all?

Before she could lose her nerve again, she left her quarters in order to return to sickbay. And when a slightly bemused Christine told her that McCoy had left in a hurry, and in an extremely bad mood, she headed straight for his quarters, hoping to find him there.

******

McCoy was lying on his bed in the dark, depressed and worried, his mind running over the events of the past hours on a repeat loop.

How could he have let himself get into this? How could he have been so irresponsible and unethical? And above all, what was he going to do about it? How could he fix this? Would Uhura ever be able to forgive him? Would he ever be able to forgive himself and work as a physician again?

Being a healer, taking care of people, that was all he’d ever wanted. It was his life. And yet, this time, he’d gone too far, had betrayed his patient’s trust in his endeavours to help, to heal.

How could he ever look Uhura in the eye again and not feel like having violated her. A lonely tear ran down his face as he thought of the lovely lieutenant and how he might have taken that happy, confident spark from her eyes for good.

His only option was to apologise to her and then request transfer to another ship ASAP. Maybe, if she didn’t have to see him anymore, she could heal again, regain her equilibrium. And yet, just the thought of leaving the Enterprise sent another tear down his cheek.

Just then, his door buzzer went off, but he decided to simply ignore it, not wanting to deal with whoever was out there interrupting his misery. A moment later, Uhura’s melodic voice made him jump off the bed.

“Can I talk to you, Doctor?”

He briefly considered refusing to let her in, afraid that being alone with him in his quarters would compromise her even further, but eventually decided that that would be rude. She was an adult and coming here had been her choice, after all. No one had forced her to.

Turning up the lights, he quickly slipped on a blue uniform tunic for a more formal appearance, and went to meet her at the door, where he nearly collided with her, as she eagerly rushed in.

“I’m so sorry I ran off like that,” she gushed, “but when I woke up and remembered everything I’d just put you through, I simply didn’t know how to face you again and took the coward’s way out.”

After she’d let out this torrent of words, she seemed to deflate, looking up at him expectantly. But he was too flabbergasted to reply. His mind racing, all he could do was stare at her, baffled. Had she really just said that she had put him through this? The thought had never even occurred to him, making him almost giddy with relief.

When he didn’t react, her conscience grew even heavier, and she felt the need to further explain herself.

“I was mortified, Doctor,” she went on. “You’d just done all those things for me, and I didn’t want to burden you with my confused feelings and mixed up emotions on top of that.”

“Uhura, I …,” he began hesitantly, gently putting his hands on her shoulders, his heart hammering against his ribs as he took in her anxious face and apologetic smile. “I just did what I had to. What was necessary to take away your … er … pain. None of this was your fault, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Or to be sorry for.”

Uhura cast her eyes down, moving in a little closer, and the heat of her body nearly took his breath away.

“What you did, how you made me feel, was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before,” she continued quietly. “And it meant so much more to me than just the gratification of my needs. But I needed to get away to sort out my feelings. Make sure I was no longer under the ambassador’s spell. I needed to be sure that what I felt was real.”

“What did you feel?” he asked breathlessly, his voice even deeper than usual, his hands gently squeezing her shoulders, pulling her even closer and gazing tenderly into her beautiful eyes.

Uhura let herself be drawn into his embrace, resting her forehead against his chest, and McCoy wrapped his arms around her, breathing in the sweet fragrance of her hair.

“I came here to show you,” she murmured softly into the fabric of his tunic. “To thank you and,” she paused, lifting her head to look at him again, her eyes taking on a mischievous glint, “to reciprocate.”

McCoy’s knees nearly gave way. This was all so unexpected, and yet felt like he’d waited for it all his life.

“You know, you don’t have to, Lieutenant,” he drawled, blue eyes shining bright with tender affection. Then, reaching out and lovingly cupping her face in his hands, he added, “And just so you know, I’d do it all over again in a blink, if you needed me to.”

Now she looked as if she was going weak at the knees, too.

“What if I needed you right now?” she whispered, stepping closer yet, and moulding herself against his body.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she could feel his hardness against her stomach. And pressing up against him, slowly rolling her hips from side to side, she smiled to herself, when she heard his sharp intake of breath.

Yes, she would reciprocate all right, she thought with relish. Every little touch, driving him as high as he’d lifted her, making him come as hard as she had. Three times at least. Or maybe more. There was no hurry, was there?

“Nyota,” he murmured softly into her hair, his breath coming out raggedly now, his usually so steady hands trembling a little, as his fingers tenderly rubbed her back, massaging her pert little bottom and pulling her closer into him. “What are you doing to me?”

“Whatever you need me to, Leonard,” she replied with a smile, her melodic voice low and soft, lifting her face to his lips and drawing him into the gentlest, deepest kiss, lips and tongues entwining, communicating all the emotions that were too hard to put into words just yet.

When they drew apart again after the longest time, she looked deeply into his eyes, holding his gaze and trying not to drown in their deep blue warmth.

“I’ve known and admired you for so long now, Leonard, but it took an abominable ambassador and an embarrassing curse for me to fully appreciate your kindness and devotion and finally see the wonderful, impossibly hot and sexy man behind the gentle doctor.”

Hearing her words, McCoy’s heart melted, only to be further reduced to a puddle around his feet, when she almost inaudibly added, “I think I might be in love, Leonard,” and shyly averted her eyes, hiding her face in the folds of his shirt.

Tenderly cradling her head against his chest, the doctor cleared his throat and tried to find his voice again.

“I’ve been in love ever since I first saw you, sweetheart,” he murmured, his accent thickening with emotion. “But I’d never have expected you to return the feeling in a million years. You’re a goddess, Nyota, and I’m just a plain old country doctor.”

Uhura smiled, hearing the familiar words.

“Stop belittling yourself, Leonard,” she admonished. “Or do you need to hear me praise your heart of gold, your good looks, your brilliant mind, let alone your magic touch, and I’m talking hands, lips and tongues here?”  

“Speaking of which,” he cut her off, clearly embarrassed by her praise, and let his hands glide down her sides. “Shall we deal with that renewed need of yours now?”

But Uhura stilled his roaming hands with her own, gently steered him over to his bed and pushed him down until he was lying on his back.

“I’m afraid this will have to wait for a while,” she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “A very long while, at that, since I have a lot of reciprocating to do first.”

She smirked, enjoying the lustful gleam in his eyes, followed by a drawn-out groan, when she put a firm hand over the bulge in his trousers and started to gently stroke him through the smooth material.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, impressed, “you’re so hard already! Is that for me?” And grinning widely, she innocently fluttered her eyelashes at him.

He just rolled his eyes and groaned some more, pressing against her hand, desperate for more friction.

“Stop the teasing, woman,” he growled, his voice full and deep with desire, grabbing both her hands and pulling her onto him until her face was only inches from his, her light frame pressing down on his body pleasantly.

McCoy let go of her hands and put his arms tightly around her, sighing with the sheer pleasure of holding her close. But when his lips found hers, brushing them tenderly, she pulled back resolutely and lifted herself off him again.

Before he could protest, she put a gentle finger to his lips and whispered, “Later, sugar. There’ll be a time for all of this later. But for now, I want you to relax and just,” she paused, chuckling a little, “enjoy the ride. You’ve more than earned it.”

“But I can’t!” he whined. “I need to touch you, kiss you, feel you!”

“Shush, sugar,” she remained firm, pinning his hands to the bed. “It’s my turn now. A lot of reciprocating, remember?”

McCoy exhaled deeply, feeling his erection straining ever more painfully against his trousers, and getting the impression that Uhura was actually enjoying fuelling his growing need.

He lay back obediently, still overwhelmed by the idea that the amazing communications officer, who’d been the object of many a daydream over the years, might actually be in love with him, too.

“Wait, Uhura,” he called out suddenly, sitting up again, “maybe we should wait. Maybe this is still an aftereffect of the ambassador’s spell. I wouldn’t want you to do anything you might regret later. You’re too precious for that.”

Uhura sat up straight, incredibly touched by his thoughtfulness, folded her hands in her lap and looked at him pensively.

“You know, Leonard,” she said after a while, “you’re right. We can’t know why we feel what we’re feeling. We probably never will. But I do know that what I feel for you is true, has been true for a long time, even if I didn’t realise it until today. Or maybe just didn’t dare to admit it. And your offer to wait a little longer right now is just another proof of your wonderful personality to me.”

She paused briefly, meeting his expectant eyes with a loving gaze, and tenderly took his face between her hands.

“I’ve always loved this face,” she continued softly, “so handsome and expressive. And these arms, so strong and gentle.”

She let her hands trail down his arms in a gentle caress, then put her right hand tenderly on his chest.

“And this heart, so kind and compassionate. Did you know that you virtually glow with kindness? You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, inside and out.”

She fell silent again, a soft smile playing around her lips, as she watched him wipe an embarrassed hand over his eyes.

McCoy was too choked up to say anything. Her words had deeply touched him, he couldn’t remember ever being told anything more beautiful. Could this be real? He certainly had a lot of love to give, even though he wasn’t very good at showing it, feeling safer hiding behind a shield of irritation and grumpiness. But Uhura had looked behind that shield, wanting to see the real him. Maybe her appreciation of him had been the reason she’d dared to come to him for help with this delicate issue in the first place.

When she saw that the doctor wasn’t going to find his voice again anytime soon, she gently pushed him back down until he was lying flat on his back again, and shifted her attention back to the lower part of his body.

“Enough of the talking,” she murmured softly, “let’s get on with the reciprocating.”

The doctor gave up trying to find the right words, when her gentle hands, fiddling with the fly of his trousers, demanded his full attention.

Uhura deftly opened his trousers, freeing his dick and taking her sweet time to admire his throbbing erection in all its glory.

Only when he started to moan impatiently, about to touch himself with the need to stave off the rising heat, did she let her fingers crawl up the inside of his thighs, one hand stopping to gently play with his balls, while the other lightly enclosed the length of his shaft and began to jerk him off ever so slowly.

McCoy let out an almighty groan, thinking he might actually die from the intensity of this lustful sensation. He dug his fingers into the bedsheets, holding on for dear life as his hips ground and bucked, desperate for Uhura’s teasing touch to get firmer, stronger.

And just when he thought the waves of lust that rippled through his body couldn’t get any higher, she straddled his legs and bowed her head close to his pulsing erection. Keeping up the gentle teasing of his balls and shaft, she let the tip of her tongue run around his glans, almost making him jump out of his skin.

Spurred on by his strong reactions, she went on to lick the pre-cum from his slit, then let her tongue run slow circles around the edge of his glans, spending a tantalisingly long time on the spot where the foreskin was attached to it.

“God, Nyota,” he pleaded, “I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”

“But I’ve only just begun,” she countered, letting her lips slide up and down his shaft with every word. “How can you be so turned on already?”

McCoy could barely speak anymore, gritting out, “I’ve been turned on for hours, my dear, you know that very well!”

“Oh?” Uhura feigned surprise. “What about your professional distance, Doctor? I dimly remember you mentioning it, while I was just as desperate for relief as you seem to be right now.”

She’d removed her mouth from his cock to speak, and had gone back to teasing him mercilessly with the lightest touch of her fingers, enjoying the sight of him bucking and grinding like mad, begging her to finish him off with pleading eyes. Clearly remembering her own recent ordeal, Uhura was not going to let him off lightly.

“Nyota!” he whined, “Have mercy!”

She smirked, but took pity on him and picked up the pace, stroking him with a firmer hand.

Humming with relief, he cupped one hand around the fingers playing with his balls, squeezing a little, and used his other hand to set the pace for her strokes of his shaft.

“You know me, Nyota. I’d never tell a soul. Hell, I’ll never even talk to you about it again. But do you really think any man could do what I’ve done to you today and stay unaffected?”

Her hands slowed down again, eliciting an exasperated groan from him.

“Tell me more about how it affected you,” she asked, eager to hear him tell her all about his feelings while helping her out earlier.

Resigning to the fact that she wasn’t going to give him what he so desperately needed until he’d told her everything she wanted to know, he started to talk.

“What do you think, it did to me, woman?” he grumbled, surmising that a little dirty talk obviously turned her on. “Touching the private parts of the most beautiful woman I know, trying to get her off while not looking at her? Made me so horny I could hardly concentrate on pleasuring you!”

Uhura seemed satisfied with that, as she stopped the torturous teasing and began to jerk him off in earnest again. McCoy huffed out a relieved breath, feeling a toe-curling orgasm building inside him.

“Where were you when I woke up?” she asked before bending over his throbbing dick again and sliding it gently into her mouth, licking and sucking at first, then letting him push in deeper, swallowing him as far as her mouth could take him, lightly grazing him with her teeth all the way down, making him feel a desire he hadn’t known existed until now.

“That’s too embarrassing to even tell you,” he gasped, trying to answer her question in between jolts of unprecedented pleasure.

She let him slip out of her mouth again with a plopping sound, the cool air and her teasing lips on the head of his cock making him shiver.

“Did you have a need to take care of?” she asked, smiling wickedly, while mercilessly teasing the sensitive rim of his glans with the tip or her fast moving tongue.

“Nyota,” he grunted, exasperated, “I made you come three times, without so much as touching myself. I was going crazy there! I’m just a man, after all. I just couldn’t take anymore. I’ve never been so horny in my life!”

“So you went to your office to relieve yourself?” she continued her line of questioning, her hand emphasising every word with a strong, firm stroke, only to stop just as he was ready to shoot his load.

“Uhura! This is evil!” he cried out in dismay. “I know what you’ve had to go through today was torture, but it wasn’t my fault, I did everything to help. So please, don’t torture me like this, now!”

“Are you saying you did everything to make me come as quickly as possible,” she enquired with a mischievous grin, “or did you, by any chance, indulge in a little teasing yourself? I certainly can’t remember ever being more turned on in my life. And I don’t think the ambassador can take all the credit for that.”

“All I wanted was for you to at least get the most pleasure out of your ordeal,” he smiled at her sheepishly from lowered eyelids.

“And I certainly did,” she beamed at him, thinking once again what a kind-hearted man he really was.

“But you still haven’t told me what you were doing while I was out cold after you’d so expertly ‘treated’ me,” she persisted, not letting him get away that easily.

“Can’t you just let this go, Uhura?” he pleaded. “It’s really not something I’m proud of.”

“You’ve seen me at my worst, Leonard,” Uhura grimaced, “so how bad can it be?”

“I went to my office to clean myself up, Nyota,” he sighed, “because I came in my pants during your third orgasm. That’s never happened to me before. It was humiliating.”

Uhura didn’t bat an eyelid.

“More humiliating than asking your doctor to masturbate you?” Uhura chuckled, then exclaimed with the happiest grin on her face, “Leonard! This is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard!”

And before McCoy could even process her unexpected reaction, she went down on him again in earnest, forgetting everything else around her, fully focused on how to push him to his limits and hoping to give him the orgasm of a lifetime.

McCoy didn’t know what hit him. Uhura had stepped her relentless teasing up a notch or two, now subjecting him to a sweet torture he could hardly bear. Not for much longer, anyway. She seemed to pay attention to all his most sensitive spots at once, her dainty musician’s fingers now working him just the way he’d so often admired them dancing across her work panel on the bridge, skilfully working the controls. Her quick tongue swirling and licking in all the right places.

He lost all sense of time and space, his body and soul on fire, feeling like floating in liquid heat, drifting higher and higher into limitless ecstasy. Through the haze of his lust, he was dimly aware of Uhura watching him raptly, probably wondering if he was feeling anything like she had that afternoon, enjoying that the tables were turned and relishing every moment of causing him such delicious pleasure.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, couldn’t endure another second of this divine torture, he felt her hands tighten their grip on his shaft, finding the perfect rhythm, while her lips enclosed his glans, firmly sucking in the head of his dick until he could feel himself pushing against the roof of her mouth.

That was when he seriously lost it. Babbling and cursing, he thrust hard into her mouth, holding her head firmly in place between his hands. He was tense and desperate, and it didn’t take many thrusts to send him hurtling over the edge. He would have liked to warn her, give her the chance to pull away, but it happened too fast.

With an almost inhuman sounding groan, he came into her mouth, spurting hot, sticky strands down her throat, his body convulsing with the sheer relief of his finally granted climax.

It took him forever to come down again, his body jolting with every flick of her tongue that accompanied her every swallow, draining his overwrought cock spurt for spurt. She sure knew how to draw out a man’s orgasm to eternity.

Uhura was captivated. Watching the doctor unravel right before her eyes was mesmerising. He surely was a never-ending well of surprises. She’d always known that he was a passionate man. In discussions and arguments, about his work, his friends, his patients, respecting and preserving life. But as unique as his skilful hands had been in taking her to unknown heights that afternoon, as unique was he now in receiving the pleasure she offered him, giving himself to her completely.

He was perfect. She wanted him. All of him. Needed him, even. Wanted to do this to him again and again. Her heart clenched with love for this extraordinary man. Yes, love. She loved him.

When McCoy had calmed down enough to become aware of his surroundings again, his gaze was met by Uhura’s big, beautiful eyes. And the warmth he saw there, took his breath away. Warmth and … what? Contentment? Happiness? Love?

Don’t get carried away, Leonard, he scolded himself, reaching out to stroke her hair.

“Had fun?” she asked, smiling at him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“As if you didn’t know what you just did to me, woman,” he grunted, affecting a huff. Then he smiled at her affectionately.

“Nothing I’ve ever felt has even come close to this, sweetheart,” he assured her, pulling her closer, needing to feel her warm, exciting body against his. “You are incredible!”

Uhura straightened back up to sit next to him on the edge of the bed.

“Glad you enjoyed me reciprocating,” she chuckled, patting his arm lightly, “but we’re not even yet!”

“Uhura!” he grunted, dismayed, “This is not a competition! You know that, don’t you?”

She looked at him contritely. “Of course, I know, I’m sorry.”

McCoy’s face softened, and he swung his feet off the bed to sit next to her and put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

“Sweetheart, I get that you’re still bothered by what you’ve had to go through today,” he said quietly, his voice low and reassuring, “but do you remember what I just told you happened to me at the end?”

She nodded weakly.

“You might have been in more ... er ... pain, but I sure had my own embarrassment to deal with, too.”

“I know, Leonard, and I’m so sorry,” she sighed, leaning her head against his chest and relishing the new and safe feeling of his arms around her.

“Don’t be,” he murmured into her hair, his voice even softer now. “None of this was your fault. You were violated, Nyota. And I’m not pretending you’ll be completely over it anytime soon, either. There will be shame, there will be anger, probably even directed at me sometimes. But I promise, I’ll be there for you all the way. I’ll help you work through this. No one else will ever have to know.”

As the doctor brushed her forehead with a gentle kiss, Uhura snuggled deeper into his arms and was suddenly gripped by a fit of racking sobs. Out of shame, out of relief, out of anger or sheer exhaustion, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she couldn’t stop. And that McCoy’s arms around her, his hands tenderly rubbing her back and combing through her hair, his chin resting lightly on her head, felt so very, very good.

Apart from being the hottest man she knew, which had admittedly come as rather a surprise, he was just as caring and protective as she’d always believed him to be. Possibly even more so.

McCoy held her tight, patiently waiting for her sobs to ebb away, murmuring, “It’s ok, honey, I’ve got you,” over and over again.

It was still too soon, he knew. There would be more episodes like this, probably not all of them ending with him cradling her in his arms, unfortunately. But whatever she threw at him, he’d deal with, whatever she needed, he’d give to her. There was no doubt in his heart that he loved her. All of her.

He’d briefly felt guilty for succumbing to her sexual ministrations so easily. The man in him clearly having won over the doctor. But then he realised that this had most probably been exactly what she’d needed. To be in control. To make him beg for relief, just as she had earlier today.

Intellectually, she knew, of course, that it hadn’t been his fault. That he’d only been there to help. But emotionally, she saw him as the one who’d touched her, who’d had control over her orgasms. She really needed to reciprocate, he realised. And in more ways than one.

When her sobs had died down, he pulled back a little, holding her at arm’s length to look at her. Then, gazing deeply into her beautiful eyes, tenderly brushing the last of her tears away with his thumbs, he softly said, “From where I stand, it wasn’t all bad, though. You’ve just told me you might be in love. That’s more than I could ever have hoped for. I can easily live with that.”

And tilting his head to one side, he smilingly suggested, “Why don’t you let me take you on a date tomorrow? A proper, old-fashioned date. Dinner in the mess followed by a romantic stroll through the arboretum and drinks on the observation deck afterwards?”

“That sounds about perfect, Leonard,” Uhura smiled, her heart soaring, as the depths of his kindness were once more revealed to her. “I’d like that very much!”

“It’s a date then,” he beamed, “and we’ll just take it from there.”

Uhura nodded happily, her eyes glued to his handsome, kind face, blinking back new tears of love and gratitude. Truth was, she was more than ready to push him down on the bed again right now, wanting him so badly it hurt, desperate to finally feel him inside her.

But she knew, of course, that he was right. She needed time to work through the aftereffects of her violation. To be sure that what she felt was real and not just her assaulted libido talking. It was the least he could ask for. He deserved that. They both did.

And with a content sigh, grateful for his integrity and blissfully safe in the knowledge that he would never betray her trust, she snuggled back into him, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

“Doctor, you’re the best,” she whispered, kissing him lightly on the lips.

“I’ll certainly try to be for you, Lieutenant,” he smiled, pulling her into a bear hug and feeling happier than he had in a very long time.

*******

Disclaimer: 

Nothing of or associated with Star Trek is mine – it all belongs to Paramount / ViacomCBS (or whoever else currently holds the rights). This is a work of fanfiction, no infringement intended.

[douxreviews]

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (1986) Review

[This review includes spoilers.]

"Everybody remember where we parked."

The Voyage Home is an immensely satisfying conclusion to our original series movie trilogy, a practically perfect "feel-good" movie. Even the musical score is joyous, like a parade with chiming bells welcoming our heroes home. The stakes (Armageddon by space whale) are dire, but this movie is just so much fun to watch -- especially after the heaviness of II and III, the destruction of the Enterprise and the Genesis planet, the death of Kirk's son David Marcus.

The time travel story, something they did so well in the original series, was lovely because the cast coping with 1980s San Francisco is so much fun. Kirk and Spock on a city bus is one of my favorite scenes in any movie, ever. Loved the neck pinch of the Mohawk punk, the discussion of the literary giants of the period, and the lecture on how this "extremely primitive and paranoid culture" had a propensity to swear every other word. It's just delicious when Spock obediently begins to insert curse words into everything he says. Although my favorite bit is probably in the truck when Kirk and Spock are responding to Gillian's question, "Do you like Italian?"

Kirk and Spock going after the whales and interacting with Gillian is the highlight, but everything in this movie just works beautifully. I loved the idea of Chekov, an oddly dressed man with an obvious Russian accent, asking a cop where the nuclear wessels were. I enjoyed seeing Scott talking into a Macintosh's mouse, and Sulu's reaction when he hit a button on the Huey and the windshield wipers went off. The hospital sequence was good, too. Even Uhura got to do her job for a change, figuring out exactly what sort of communication the Space Whale was attempting. And there was a strong environmental message as well ("It is illogical to hunt a species to extinction").

It all came together in the deft hands of the director, Leonard Nimoy. He was (obviously) very familiar with exactly what worked for the Star Trek franchise and with the strengths and talents of the actors. Since Spock's reintegration into the group was a big part of the plot, Nimoy was the force behind this movie and probably the major reason why it succeeded.

The ending gave us Kirk as a captain again, our crew back on a brand new Enterprise and ready for new adventures, and Spock "felt fine". Spock even finally got his father's approval for joining Starfleet in the first place. Perfect. In fact (is it sacrilege?) I often wish the original series movies had concluded with this one.

Bits and pieces:

-- Stardate 8390. Vulcan and Earth. The crew had been hanging around on Vulcan for three months. Did Sarek and Amanda put them up? Are there motels on Vulcan? Did they sleep on the ship?

-- The HMS Bounty was impressive, but it was rattling and buckling under near warp ten. I'd imagine that the weight of the water and the whales would have been too much for that thing to slingshot around the sun a second time.

-- Nice job by Catherine Hicks as Gillian. It couldn't have been easy to make such a strong impression in a Star Trek movie, especially when nearly all her scenes were with Kirk and Spock.

-- The opener with the U.S.S. Saratoga featured a black female captain. Was this the first Starfleet female captain that we saw? Was that their way of making up for the ghastly "Turnabout Intruder"?

-- I loved that Kirk sold the antique eyeglasses to get them bus money.

-- We got to see Majel Barrett and Grace Lee Whitney as Chapel and Rand again, as well as Jane Wyatt as Spock's mother. And of course, Mark Lenard as Sarek.

-- Sulu mentioned he'd been born in San Francisco.

-- An assistant director of an institute is unlikely to be the one giving tours. Just saying.

-- I don't usually mention wardrobe, but the costumes are terrific. I especially love Spock's white robe with the improvised headband.

-- This movie was dedicated to the crew of Challenger.

Quotes:

McCoy: "I don't know if you've got the whole picture, but he's not exactly working on all thrusters."

McCoy: "Perhaps we could cover a little philosophical ground. Life, death, life. Things of that nature." Spock: "I did not have time on Vulcan to review the philosophical disciplines." McCoy: "C'mon, Spock, it's me, McCoy. You really have gone where no man has gone before. Can't you tell me what it felt like?" Spock: "It would be impossible to discuss the subject without a common frame of reference." McCoy: "You're joking." Spock: "A joke… is a story with a humorous climax." McCoy: "You mean I have to die to discuss your insights on death?" Spock: "Forgive me, Doctor. I am receiving a number of distress calls." McCoy: "I don't doubt it."

Spock: "Your use of language has altered since our arrival. It is currently laced with, shall we say, more colorful metaphors, 'double dumbass on you' and so forth." Kirk: "Oh, you mean the profanity?" Spock: "Yes." Kirk: "Well, that's simply the way they talk here. Nobody pays any attention to you unless you swear every other word. You'll find it in all the literature of the period." Spock: "For example?" Kirk: "The neglected works of Jacqueline Susann. The novels of Harold Robbins." Spock: "Ah. The giants."

Spock: "Excuse me, Admiral, but weren't those a birthday gift from Dr. McCoy?" Kirk: "And they will be again. That's the beauty of it."

Spock: (exiting the bus) "What does it mean, 'exact change'?"

Spock: "They like you very much, but they are not the hell your whales." Gillian: "I suppose they told you that." Spock: "The hell they did."

Kirk: "If we play our cards right, we may be able to find out when those whales are being released." Spock: "How will playing cards help?"

Kirk: "Oh, him? He's harmless. Back in the sixties, he was part of the free speech movement at Berkeley. I think he did a little too much LDS."

Spock: "Are you sure it isn't time for a colorful metaphor?"

Gillian: "Do you guys like Italian?" Spock: "No." Kirk: "Yes." Spock: "No." Kirk: (to Spock) "No, yes." Spock: "No." Kirk: "Yes, I love Italian. (to Spock) And so do you." Spock: "Yes."

Gillian: "Sure you won't change your mind?" Spock: "Is there something wrong with the one I have?"

Gillian: "He's just going to hang around the bushes while we eat?" Kirk: "It's his way."

Gillian: "Don't tell me. You're from outer space." Kirk: "No, I'm from Iowa. I only work in outer space."

When I list my favorite Star Trek movies, The Wrath of Khan and First Contact usually vie for first place. But The Voyage Home comes right after them. It's a wonderful movie.

Four out of four humpback whales,

Billie Doux loves good television and spends way too much time writing about it.

[captainjimsexypantskirk]

Not Without You

Rating: Adult, Explicit, Mature

Characters: Jim Kirk, Reader, Spock, Uhura, Bones

Situation/Scenario: Reader is trapped on a shuttle that is about to fail/explode/fall out of the sky (I don’t know how to word that) And the crew is struggling to get her back on board. She is beamed out at the last second. Jim has already convinced himself she is going to die, she doesn’t, he proves how much he needs her.

Warnings: Almost death, Angsty, smut, romance, unprotected sex, AN UNEDITED HOT MESS

Author’s note: Sooo, I have not written smut since I had a kpop smut page. I apologize in advance, my skills are ruuustty.

tags: @yourtropegirl

Not Without You

“Y/L/N to enterprise!” You yelled into your communicator. “I don’t think the shuttle is going to make it!” You yell as you try to pilot the damn thing closer to the enterprise. The ship had stopped at a class m planet to assist in delivering medical supplies to a research team. Everything had gone well, till it was time to return to the enterprise. The team on the planet had their pick of some supplies, and you had the remaining on the shuttle with you. You were supposed to have another crew member go down with you, but you had done this very trip to this team a few times before and didn’t feel you needed assistance.

“Lieutenant Y/L/N” Kirk’s voice sounded and you felt a small sense of security. “Can you abandon the craft?” He asked, you could almost hear a crack in his voice. You looked out the window and frowned, there was no way.

“No Captain, I can’t. Can you beam me back?” As soon as you finished the sentence one of the engines blew. “I lost the left engine captain!” You yelled and looked behind you, there were oxygen tanks sitting like little ticking time bombs. “Captain…I have four tanks of oxygen on board with me.” You said and you heard silence for a moment.

“Why the hell didn’t they take the damn oxygen?!” You hear the grumpy voice of the chief medical officer and you smiled slight.

“They had plenty. I think I may be able to get back if the second engine.” You watched your screens with suddenly the other engine blew and the shuttle started to spin rapidly towards the plants.

“Enterprise!” You yelled again and you heard Jim, your boyfriend yelling.

“Beam her out of there now! Get her back on this ship! “

“I am trying captain; the shuttle is moving so fast!” You heard Chekov yell and you took a deep breath. You closed the glass barrier between you and the passenger section behind you and waiting.

“Jim.” You started, trying to not sound scared as you and the shuttle fell to your death.

“Don’t you dare start. GET HER OFF THAT DAMN SHUTTLE!” He yelled and you sniffed hard, looking at the scanners and screens. The shuttle suddenly started to announce your distance to the planet.

“1000 Meters till impact” You looked out the window at the rocky cliffs you were falling towards.

“Damnit Y/N I will get you don’t worry” He said, you heard the doubt in his voice. Even he knew it was over. You gripped the arms of your seat and sat down.

“500 Meters, 400 meters” The ship continued and you closed your eyes.

“Jim!” You yelled and braced yourself for impact.

“GOT HER!” There was a yell and you felt the tingle that came from beaming. Was it real? As the ship was about to hit the surface, you were pulled into the transporter pad on the enterprise.

You watched members of the crew in front of you in shock and heard the line cut off from the shuttle. You had nearly died. Uhura was the first to reach you, she pulled you off the pad and towards med bay, Spock was right behind you.

“Regulation states you need an immediate exam, the Captain will be with you in a moment” He spoke gently as Uhura and himself took you down to medical.

“My god, it is good to see you kid” Bones said when you arrived. You smiled soft and moved to hug him. He had been your mentor and like a brother ever since you were assigned to the ship, but the hug still shocked him.  

“Next time I am about to die, don’t question what is on the ship” You joked and he chuckled before patting your back.

“Get on the damn bed. Jim will want to see you soon.” He said and you listened, sliding onto the bed. Your hands were shaking as he examined you. No matter how hard you tried to grip your own hands, or the hem line of your uniform they shook.

“Hey. You are alright. You are safe on this ship.” Bones whispered and you laughed soft.

“Never thought you would say that” You joked and he rolled his eyes.

“There is no helping you. I am taking you off duty for a couple of days to regroup. Then come down here and we will see if that tremor is still there. Now get out of my medbay” He said and walked away. You rolled your eyes and stood, slowly making your way to your quarters.

Once you got there, you expected the dark room to be empty but you heard someone clear their throat. You slowly turned on the lights, letting them go from off to dim which exposed Jim who was sitting on the edge of your bed. He sniffed and rubbed his face, not looking at you yet.

“Jim?” You asked. You had never seen him sad, or emotional. He was always strong, optimistic, and cocky.

“Don’t go alone ever again. Don’t scare me like that ever again” He whispered and you moved to sit by him, placing a hand on his back. “I know our relationship is new, and I know that this might be overwhelming, but I can’t have you risk your life again. I can’t” His voice was soft and vulnerable. You slowly wrapped an arm around him and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I won’t, but I am right here. It is okay.” You whispered as you tried to comfort the man next to you.

“No, it isn’t” He whispered in response and turned to look at you. His eyes were filled with tears, and his cheeks were blotchy as if he had just finished crying.

“Jim, I am okay, so it is okay” You assured him and he shook his head. He looked at your eyes for a moment before straightening his back and touching your cheek. “If you weren’t here” He whispered and you watched his eyes that showed fear and sadness. You leaned forward and gently kissed him, trying to make him stop thinking about the what if’s. He kissed back tenderly then slowly pulled you into his lap. He broke the kiss and reached to pet your hair back out of your face. He looked at you as if he was trying to remember every detail.

“I can’t do this. I can’t be captain, I can’t lead a crew.” He said and you looked shocked.

“Yes, you can Jim. You are the best captain in the fleet.” You were worried, he had never talked like this.

“No, I can’t, not without you Y/N. I love you. I love you so damn much” He said and cupped your cheek gently before kissing you again, this time with urgency. You returned the kiss deep and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling your chest against his as he kept his other hand on your cheek. After a few moments, you two slowly broke apart and he ran his thumb along your cheek bone.

“Not without you” He whispered again before slowly moving the both of you so you were laying side by side. He kissed you again slowly, savoring the feel of your lips against his. You let out a pleasure sigh as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, and you parted your own so your tongues could touch. The movements were slow as you continued your passionate kiss, him occasionally breaking the kiss to nibble on your bottom lip.

“Jim, I love you” You whispered and he smiled soft, but the smiled was filled with admiration and love.

“I love you too, Y/N. With all my soul” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again deep. You moved to tangle your hand in the hair against the back of his head, making the kiss more passionate. He growled quietly into the kiss and pressed his hips against yours. The sound he made caused your core to fill with need. You wrapped your leg around his thigh, sliding it up to his hip before gently rocking your hips against his. He moaned against your lips in response and adjusted so he was settled between your legs.

“You are so beautiful” He whispered with a gentle smile before kissing you again. Quickly the kisses became hotter, your hips rocked together with urgency. You both needed each other, more than anything in that moment.

“Jim, please” You moaned and rocked your hips up harder against his. Your undergarments were soaked as you tried to rub harder against him. He groaned and pressed his clothed erection against your heat. The feeling sent a surge on desire all the way down to your toes. Slowly you hooked your fingers on the edge of his yellow uniform and tugged it, along with the black undershirt over his head. The dim lights did wonders for his skin. You stopped him to look from his face, to his chest and down to his abdomen. The grinding and worked his pants dangerously low on his hips, which allowed you to see his delicious v-line.

“Y/N” he whispered and leaned forward to nibble on your ear lobe as he slid your dress uniform up your body and then pulled back to pull it over your head. He looked you over with the same lust and love. He slowly ran his hand from your neck, between your breasts and down to your stomach and hips. “You are so, so beautiful” He whispered and then kissed along your neck down to your chest. He ripped the center of your bra, which caused the cups to fall to your sides. You blushed and bit your lip as you watched him. He locked eye contact with you before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. After a gentle suck from him, you arched and rocked your hips up once more.

“Babe, don’t tease me. I need you” You begged, your voice breathy. He smirked against your chest and reached down to rip your underwear from your body before he moved to shimmy out of his pants and boxers. It seemed like it took forever for him to press back against you.

“Babe, fuck.” He groaned and rolled his hips against yours, the feeling of his bareness against yours made your back arch high. “You are so perfect” He moaned and then reached to position himself before slowly sliding into you.

“Oh! Jim.” He moaned and wrapped your arms around him again as he bottomed out. He leaned his head down to hide his face in the crook of your neck. He tried to compose himself as your warmth clenched around him, slowly adjusting to his girth. “Baby” you moaned against his ear. “Move” You whispered; you tried to sound as assuring as possible that you were ready.

“God. Damn” He moaned as he made a shallow thrust into you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit a spot deep inside you on the first try. He shallowly thrusted his hips a couple more times before he pulled his hips back, almost pulling out completely then slammed back in. Your back arched and you let out a surprised moan. More of that and you were going to come undone much sooner than anticipated.

The moment following were filled with rough, and deep thrusts into you. The sounds of your sex, and moans filled the room. You both kissed any piece of skin you could reach, and most of the time your lips were locked in a passionate kiss, filled with raw need. He kept thrusting, and you gripped his biceps as that pressure in your pelvis started to build.

“Jim, oh god!” You moaned and dug your nails slight into his arms. “I am going to come!” You moaned loudly and he nipped at your bottom lip.

‘Y/N, oh fuck, me too” He moaned and kissed you again. Just a few more thrusts and he came hard inside you, while he moaned your named repeatedly. The feeling of him coming undone inside you made you come. You also moaned his name, all while clinging your torso against him.

“Jim” You whispered and he looked at you, a tender smile on your lips. You blushed then both of you laughed soft. “Jim Kirk, I promise you that I won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.” You touched his cheek and he smiled, leaning into your touch.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, I promise to do everything in my power to return to you every night” He smiled and kissed you again, withdrawing himself from you so he can lay next to you and cuddle you to his chest. You moved to lace your fingers with his and smiled again. Your hands had stopped shaking. You took it as a sign that everything was right in the universe again.

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Shore Leave: Coming

Summary: Jim x Reader x Leonard:  It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for the..best? If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

Part 1 - Midnight Whiskey   Part 2-  Surprise  Part 3- Beautiful   Part 4- Screwed  Part 5- Blind Sided

The restaurant was bustling with laughter and talking, you sat in between Jim and Leonard at the round booth. Everyone took turns ordering lunch and drinks, except Spock who opts for water instead of alcohol. The group was talking about what their next mission could possibly be. You were nodding away hardly listening, focusing far too much on the fact that Leonard and Jim’s knees were touching yours. You could feel the warmth coming off them and you smile down at your drink, because the booth was fairly large and there was no reason for the men to be that close.

“So what do you say?” Uhura looks in your direction and squints when she realizes you were not paying attention.

“I’m sorry?”

“I was telling the boys that we should have a little gathering before shore leave is over,” Uhura raises her eyebrow at you.

“Sounds good,” you reply swiftly lifting the mimosa to your lips. The drink is refreshingly smooth and it runs through your entire body. Your eyes flicker over to Leonard, his lips are pursed into a small smile as he listens to Uhura talk. He must have sense you watching, because he slips his hand down to your expose thigh, causing you to shift in your seat.

“Is something wrong, Commander Y/L/N?” Spock questions from his seat.

“Come on Spock, we’re off duty. You can call her Y/N,” Jim jokes nudging you softly in the side.

“I’m fine, Spock,” you muttered. “But I need to use the restroom.”

Jim quickly slides out of the booth, reaching out his hand to help you out. His fingers grip your hand and you can’t help but feel a bounty of electricity. You smile at the handsome blond and thank him. He casually pulls you into his side and whispers so no one else can hear, “Don’t be too long, beautiful.”

Your cheeks flush as you practically stumble away toward the restrooms. Once inside you let out a soft sigh and head into an empty stall. Your hands move under your dress, only to remember that a certain doctor had your panties.

“What the hell are you doing?” you mutter to yourself. You quickly do your business and wash your hands. Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you hardly recognize the woman in front of you. Having had more sexual encounters in the last 24 hours then in the last two years, you lean down and splash cold water on your face. This was crazy, simply crazy. And you were addicted, to both men. Your mind was going back and forth between Jim and Leonard, trying to find trouble spots, but you come up short. They were perfect, annoyingly perfect.

You run your fingers through your hair and give yourself a once over before departing the restroom. You tell yourself to relax and to get through this lunch, with your friends. But when you leave the restroom, you are met with familiar blue eyes.

“I told you not to take too long, I missed you,” Jim reaches down for your hand and pulls you into his body. You let out a gasp, quickly looking over his shoulders, but the booth was out of sight. The two of you were in the clear.

“Don’t worry, I told them I was going to go talk up some girl at the bar,” Jim mumbles as his eyes drink you in.

“So I’m some girl now?” you tease, pushing him up against the wall opposite the restroom.

Jim frowns and shakes his head, “You are not some girl, Y/N.”

Not knowing what to say, you just kiss the man. He groans against your lips, resting his hands on your waist. His fingers massage into the fabric of your dress, the one he picked out earlier at the hotel. “You make this dress look so good.”

“How much have you had to drink, Jim?”

He laughs and presses his forehead against yours. “Just calling it how I see it.”

“Oh, okay,” you snort and pat him on the chest. “We better go back.”

You turn to leave, but his hand takes a hold of your elbow and he pulls you back to him. His hands cup your face, his baby blues flicker back in forth, as if he was second guessing himself. You place a hand on his elbow and ask what’s wrong.

“Go out on a date with me,” he finally says.

“What?”

He gulps lightly and rubs a thumb against your cheek. “Let me take you out, tonight. Just you and me, beautiful.”

“What about Leonard?”

“He knows,” Jim reassures you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “He’s good with it. As long as he gets his chance.”

You laugh, “I’m not a play thing.”

“Oh come on, we know that,” Jim exhales and brings his face closer to yours. “Can you blame the two of us? You are beautiful, smart, kind and damn sexy.”

You bit down on your lip and grin. “Sounds like a date then, Jim. Tonight.”

“Tonight,” he repeats before bringing his lips down to yours. His kiss was sweet and soft, could have gone on forever if only a clearing of a throat had not interrupted the two of you. You both still and slowly pull from each other, you look over to see your friend standing there, hands on her hip.

“Uhura,” you give her a weak smile.

She shakes her head and groans, “I should have known.”

“I-we,” you fumble over your words and Jim starts to laugh.

“Relax, Uhura. We’re all adults here.”

She looks at Jim and rolls her eyes. “You are her Captain, Jim.”

“And wasn’t Spock your teacher?” Jim smirks knowingly at his friend.

“You two are idiots!”

You watch Uhura stroll into the restroom and quickly tell Jim to go back to the booth, so you could follow her. You rush into the bathroom and lean against the counter, waiting for Uhura to come out of the stall.

“You’re an idiot, you know that right?” She announces from the stall, you laugh and cross you arms against your chest.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Do you know what you’re doing?” The toilet flushes and she comes out of the stall, walking over to you to wash her hands.

“Honestly, I don’t know. It just sort of happened the first night here,” you confess. She dries her hands and moves next to you.

“So he was the one in your room?”

“Yup.” You feel guilty lying to her, because she was one of your closest friends, but how were you supposed to explain the situation? Oh guess what? I’m banging Jim and Leonard! And sometime at the same time!

The beautiful Communications officer sighs and playfully nudges you. “I guess I will admit, the two of you do make a nice looking couple.”

“We are not a couple,” you explain quickly. “Just having fun, although he did ask me on a date for tonight.”

A soft smile appears on your face and Uhura notices it right away. “Well I guess you’ll put that cute lingerie to good use.”

“Uhura!” you blush and push away from the counter. Your hand flies to the door handle, but you look over at your friend with a grin. “I should say the same about the little red number you got for Spock.” The two of you burst into laughter and quickly leave to join the men.

Hours later, there was a soft knock on your hotel door. You quickly look into the bathroom mirror, assessing the outfit you had picked out. A dark blue floral a line dress with long sleeves and matching blue flats.  You opt for a low messy bun and hardly any makeup.

“Coming,” you call out, rushing to the door. Swinging it open, Jim is standing there in a nice button up dark gray shirt and black slacks, his hair was groom perfectly as per usual. His eyes look you up and down, he brings a hand to his chest.

“A true vision,” he grins and steps toward you. He presses a kiss on your lips and asks if you are ready to go.

“Yes, let me grab a coat,” you say but the blond reassures you that one is not needed.

“I know you have some hesitation about people knowing our situation, so I made you dinner instead.”

“You made me dinner?”

“I sure did, come on let’s go to my room.”

10 minutes later, the two of you were in Jim’s quite lavish hotel room, no doubt the perks of being Captain. He leads you over to the little kitchenette and asks if you’d like a glass of wine. You graciously say yes and watch in delight as the man pours you a glass. He smiles at you and places a kiss on your hand before giving you the drink. You lean against the kitchen counter and watch him take two plates out of the oven, beautifully plated. He grins when you groan out and sigh in contentment.

“The food looks that good?”

“More like the whole package. Domesticity looks good on you, Jim,” you smirk against the glass and watch as Jim sets up the small dining table.

“Yeah, well I don’t get to cook often. But I have a few good recipes under my sleeve, come. It’s ready.”

You stroll over to Jim and he pulls out the chair for you. Thanking him, you take a seat and scoot in, you practically drool over the food in front of you. The steak was perfect, the asparagus was seasoned wonderfully and the mash potatoes were to die for. Jim takes his seat across from you and he holds up his glass, “To us.”

“To us,” you repeat, clinking your glass against Jim’s. The two of you eat and converse about nothing and everything, laughing at the stories Jim retold of his youth.

“I’m serious, I stole the truck and ran it straight through the corn field right into the Smith’s barn,” the man’s laugh vibrates the whole room.

You snort and shake your head, “So you were always trouble then.”

He stretches out and shrugs, “I guess.”

“Hmm, well this was delicious. I needed a homemade meal.”

“I’m glad I could help, join me on the balcony,” Jim stands up and walks over to you. “The view is amazing.”

Smiling you take his hand and follow him out to his private balcony. The air is cool and refreshing as you take in Yorktown and all it’s nightly glory. You lean against the glass railing and instantly Jim is at your back, his hands slip around your waist. You groan out as his lips touch the nape of your neck, so soft and delicate.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as his hands move down your dress. You jerk back into his chest and guide his hands further down, he grins against your neck. His fingers lift the front of your dress up and he slips his hand into your panties. “It’s so nice out here, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you pant out anxiously waiting for his touch. He palms at your wet pussy and fondles it gently, until you squeeze your thighs together. Jim chuckles and takes that as a hint, so he gently starts massaging your clit.

“Jim,” you moan out leaning back into his chest. “Please, more.”

“I know, beautiful,” he kisses your shoulder and promptly turns you around. You throw your hands around his neck and bring him down to a rough kiss, you could feel his hardness against his slacks. You reach down to cup his head and Jim moans into your mouth. The two of you move backwards toward the patio table until Jim collides with it. You fumble for his belt, unbuckling it and going down onto your knees. Jim grips the edge of the table and watches you release his hard cock from his pants, you start pumping him a few times before putting your mouth on his tip. He already tastes like pre cum and it drives you insane. You move a hand against his thigh for balance and start to move your mouth up and down his dick. Jim moans out loud, his hand rests on top of you head, his fingers run through your hair. You deep throat him as best you can, moving swiftly until Jim can no longer take it. Warm cum fills your mouth and spills onto your lips, your tongue laps him up and down for good measure, before the man is helping you up from the ground.

“You’re going to kill me,” he teases. “Come here.”

You move against his body, his cock springs against your thigh. Jim’s hands move up your back to the zipper of your dress, he slowly and sensual unzips your dress. He helps you peel it off and doesn’t let it fall to the ground, instead he makes sure it lands on the patio chair next to him. “Don’t want to ruin it, you make it look so good.”

You smile at Jim and kiss him on the mouth, kicking off your flats as he lifts you off the ground. You wrap your legs around his waist and he takes you back inside. “To the bed?”

“No, Jim. Anywhere but the bed,” you whisper into his ear. He smirks at you and walks you over to the dining table, setting you down at the edge of the table. Jim quickly brushes everything off the table, letting it scatter to the floor. The two of you laugh as he pushes you down onto the now empty table, he gazes down at you in that little pink number you had brought earlier. “I knew you picked this out for me,” his fingers graze the top of the lacy pink panties before he slides them off you.

He quickly unbuttons his shirt and throws it aside, he steps out of his slacks and pushed his boxers down, kicking them off. You reached to unbuckle your bra and take it off, anticipation hits you hard as you watch Jim pump himself a few times. He steps toward you and spreads your legs, “You’re so beautiful, I don’t think I could ever get tired of this,” he lines himself against your wet pussy and looks to you for permission. You moan out his name in a plea and he gently pushes his way inside you. The fullness instantly sends a wave of euphoria throughout your body, as Jim stills giving you a chance to get use to him. You reach to his arm and pull him down, his mouth meets yours. He kisses you gingerly, his tongue moves in and out of your mouth. Your hand grabs a handful of his hair, wanting more but not knowing if you could handle more. Jim’s hips start to rock forward and your jerk underneath his warm body. The two of you start to move slowly, until you urge him to go faster and faster.

“Fuck me, Jim,” you cry out. “Just fuck me hard.”

The Captain is taken aback for a brief moment, before he smirks and does what he is told. He kisses you softly before straightening his body back up, he takes your legs and holds them up with his arm. His hands grip at your thighs and he just goes for it. Jim changes into an animalistic version of himself, because he’s pounding roughly into you. It’s a mix of pain and pleasure, mostly the latter. The sound of bare flesh hitting fill the hotel suite and you scream out his name, not caring if the entire floor heard you. Because at that very moment, each time Jim’s cock rammed into your pussy, it was heaven on Earth.

“Jim...JIM,” you yell out, your breast shake violently as the man’s fingers press into your thighs, no doubt leaving bruises. You could feel the built up rolling closer and closer, so you lean your head back into the table. Your hands move over your breasts, massaging them as Jim pounds into you.

“Oh, beautiful. Come with me,” Jim’s plea came out in a stutter, his speed was picking up and you knew it was any moment now, you could feel it.

“I’m going-,’ you start to warn but Jim thrusts hard into you and it was all over. 

Your body convulses forward and you let out a ringing moan into the room. A second later, Jim is jerking into your pussy until he spills everything he has into you. The two of you pant as Jim brings his body down onto yours. He rests his head on your chest and you rub your hand against his bare back. Your chest heaves up and down, your mouth is dry from all the screaming. Jim kisses you in between your breasts and gets up off you. He smiles down at you and holds out his hand.

“Now you really are going to kill me,” he helps you off the table and laughs when he sees a piece of asparagus stuck on your shoulder blade. Jim picks it off you skin and throws it on the table. “How about a warm shower, then me and you head to bed. You should see how big the one I have is.”

He motions for you to follow him, but you lean against the table and tilt your head. The curve of his ass was simply perfection, downright delicious. His thighs were strong and his shoulder’s were firm and well defined, Jim was by no means buffed out. But the man’s body was banging.

“Stop staring, you coming or what?”

You laugh and move from the table. “Coming.”

Okay so maybe this whole Jim and Leonard thing wasn’t so bad. Why not enjoy while you can? There was only a day or so left, until things were back to normal. Yeah, it’s just shore leave anyway. Right?

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