Frustrations

Posted on Fri Jun 5th, 2020 @ 7:10pm by Lieutenant JG Talia Flowers
Edited on on Tue Jun 16th, 2020 @ 4:52am

1,846 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Mission 2 - Encounters of a First Kind
Location: Corridor
Timeline: 2168/07/29 1715

It had been only a few minutes since he’d finished his second application of the decon gel, and Nicholas Kincaid felt like a man divided. Part of him felt fantastic, having just been massaged and having had one of the best showers of his life. Starfleet had gone out of its way to make sure the decon process was as comfortable as possible. But he was also a man rejected by a beautiful woman. Admittedly she had a very good reason, and it was entirely out of character for him to have propositioned her As he had. The experience with the gel, coupled with more than a year aboard the ship without any sort of sexual outlet, had brought him to the edge. As he stared into KAT’s eyes, he knew something had to give...but then it hadn’t.

He was not Captain Alexander. He wasn’t the sort to bed anyone and everyone. He had become conscious that his efforts to find romantic partners had given him a bad reputation, even though his efforts were sincere and not motivated by a desire to fornicate. For Nick Kincaid sought strong relationships with both emotional and physical intimacy. Someone with whom he could share his thoughts and his feelings before sharing his bed. Not simply someone to pleasure, but someone to love.

But in this instance, what he wanted was someone to fuck.

As he walked down the corridor, he realized he was staring at junior officers like a starving man stared at a prime cut of meat. He stopped himself and decided to sit on the deck, his back against a bulkhead. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. He knew he might look ridiculous but he needed to calm himself and he was sure the crew wouldn’t bat an eye that the man they knew they could come talk to about their own stresses sometimes needed relief himself.

Talia Flowers had finished her shift. She was, of course, on call. The aliens aboard, now settled somewhat, might need a translator or someone to simply talk to. But for all of that, she knew that there was a database to compose and compile and flesh out all of the subtle nuances of their fascinating language.

She was, as usual, lost in her own linguistic world, pushing her hands through her hair as she worked things out in her head. So when she rounded the corner, she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. And tripped over some soft thing in the corridor. “What the hell...?” she muttered to herself as she turned to look at what some idiot left in the hallway... and realized it was the XO.

She almost let loose with a string of expletives in various languages but instead realized that he.... something was wrong.

“Commander?” she ventured. “Is everything all right?”

Talia, he thought as he let out a sigh. He didn’t open his eyes. Instead he smiled. “Ensign. Thank you, but I don’t want to bother you with my problems. How is everything with our guests?”

‘Problems,’ she thought to herself. What could be wrong? Instead she slid down the wall to sit beside him and said, “They seem to be settling in well enough. And I think learning about us as much as we’re learning about them.”

She nudged him gently and said, “It’s no bother, you know. You’re second-in-command in a whole new galaxy. There are a lot of problems that could crop up this far from home.”

She loved the adventure and relished meeting new species and learning about them. But something told her that this was unrelated to their predicament. She left the door open. It was up to him to walk through...

Nick smiled, his eyes still closed. “I’d rather not go into the details, but,” he opened his eyes and turned to look at her, my God she’s gorgeous, “I had a specific kind of stress build up and I’m at my limits of what I can take of it. And when I thought there was a way to release it...” he shook his head. “And now it’s all that’s on my mind and...can I share something private with you, Talia?”

She blinked a little in surprise. There was a... look... a feeling she couldn’t place. Well that wasn’t precisely true... it was like a tightly wound watch that was about to burst. She recognized it, seen it, felt it and revelled in it. But never expected to feel it like a wave coming from Nick Kincaid.

She leaned in closer, letting her scent of personal musk mixed with jasmine blossom and cinnamon and whispered softly. “Please do, Nick.” Three words spoken soft and low, her breath softly brushing his ear.

He inhaled, picking up the scent of flower and spice and woman before him, and shuddered as he slowly let the breath out. "I have exactly one thing on my mind right now, Talia. And that's to bring you into that turbolift over there," he gestured down the corridor with his head, "put it between two decks, set it to maintenance mode, and then pull your uniform over your head and see just how quickly I can make you scream my name." He took another breath. "If you're interested, you know where to go. If not, I'm sorry for laying this on you. I'll never bring it up again and I'll ask that you leave going the other way. But I hope to God you are." He stared deep into her eyes, lost in them as he contemplated the next hours of his life.

Talia leaned forward, grasping Nick’s earlobe between her teeth before releasing it. Her voice was low, “Has anyone ever said you talk too much, Nick?” Sliding her ass slowly up the wall, she sauntered over to the turbo lift. “Would you like to continue our conversation, Commander?” she asked easily and stepped in as the door slid open.

He did not need to be told twice. He was in almost as soon as she was.

Nick grabbed the handle and lowered the turbolift until it was between two decks. He activated maintenance mode. This one wouldn't be summoned, and other cars would use another tube. This one was his.

He had told Talia he was going to pull her uniform over her head, and that's precisely what he did. Hands on the hem of her skirt, he pulled the one-piece women's uniform off in one smooth movement. He took a moment to admire her body before moving both hands under her ass, lifting her so that their mouths were level. He attacked her lips with his and pushed her into the back wall of the lift.

Talia lifted her arms and she felt the cool air prick against her skin in a delicious moment of absolute sensuality.

She breathed in deeply, settling her ass cheeks into Nick’s palms as her mouth matched each attack, adding her tongue and teeth to tease and taste every sensation. She sighed softly, a gentle moan erupting from deep inside of her chest. She reached underneath her and slid her hands along the material covering his abdomen.

She began plucking at the material as her mouth continued to meet the assault and enhanced it further with her own need.

Moaning as her hands found him, lust surged through his body and drove him to push her harder into the lift wall. His hands grasped for fabric until one found the small piece of her thong. He grabbed it and pulled hard. The satisfying snap drove him on further. He clutched the underwear in one hand and ran his other along her thigh.

He broke the kiss and stared at her with an intensity not mustered in recent memory.

“I’m going to put you down. And you’re going to help me out of my uniform.”

Talia nodded, looking up at Nick. Her hair slowly tumbled out of its restraint as she sought to release him from his. Her hands slid up underneath the uniform shirt, pushing it out of the way. It slowly revealed warm skin to her aching fingertips and she leaned forward, kissing and suckling flesh to taste him and have the scent of him surround her completely.

His rising need fueled her own and she felt her inner core liquify in response. She savored his essence and could smell their commingled scents rising in the turbo lift.

Once she had discarded the shirt, she peeled off his pants as though revealing a delicious dessert. Her eyes widened and her head dipped downward as she pushed the fabric to finally free him as they stood before each other.

Nick moaned as her head introduced new sensations. He looked down as she pleasured him and saw the look on her face, in her eyes. This woman is insatiable! How did I not know about this before? Right. This isn't something you'd normally do. But it is something you, deep breath, need right now. He instinctively ran his fingers through her hair, guiding her pace.

From the moment KAT had begun applying gel to his naked body hours earlier, he'd been a wire made increasingly taut. The tension needed to be released and there was nothing he could do, nothing he would do, to stop it. His breathing increased and when Talia showed no signs of slowing, he tightened his grip on her hair and cried out as climax took him.

Talia maintained contact, continuing the exquisite sensations. Her hair twisted in Nick’s fingers only encouraged her, not stopping until he begged her to do so. ‘Would he,’ she wondered? Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks were flushed. How wonderful to learn that the XO was a man with needs. She wondered too if he would take care of hers...

He looked down at Talia's flush cheeks and smiled. Time to return the favour. No need to be gentle about it though. Hand still in her hair, he pulled her off of him and guided her to her feet. Eyes locked onto hers, he reached around to unclasp her bra, pulled it off her, and tossed it to the ground with the tatter of her broken thong.

In one movement, he put his arms under her legs and hefted her to the ledge that ran around the circumference of the lift. Once in position, he kissed his way down her abdomen and set out to make her feel the same release she gave him.

Talia’s lips curled into a lopsided smile as her feet left the deck. Perched on the ledge, she took a deep breath in anticipation and held it as she felt sensations rising to entwine her in exquisite pleasure.

Letting it out with a slow shuddering hiss she lifted her hips, enjoying each electrified touch of skin against skin.

 

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