(Risian Night Out - Gaila + Uhura)

[just_uhura]

In hindsight, perhaps offering to spend the night bar hopping with Gaila hadn't been the best idea after two days of a punishing climb up the infamous Galartha. Her entire body was protesting against even the slightest movement, as it had been doing since she returned that morning and collapsed into a long, relaxing bath. Still, it was an enjoyable

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[just_uhura]

"I thought you'd love it." As Gaila worked on finishing that drink, Nyota gave the bartender a little wave to keep them coming. He seemed eager enough to comply, something she suspected had something to do with how close she was standing to the other woman. Hey, whatever kept the drinks coming. She wanted one night of blissful unawareness where she didn't have to be left alone with the myriad of thoughts stampeding through her brain. Overthinking was so deadly.

Dear gods help her, she almost leaned forwards to take the stem off her with her own tongue, or run it down the expanse of green skin on show. Green had always been her absolute favorite color. Thankfully the bartender slammed another round down on the counter, and Nyota quickly began guzzling her drink. It was simply the pheromones, she told herself. That and not getting laid in a while. This was a completely natural reaction.

"Well you ate the good part," she reminded her with a friendly smile. "You know I hate the stem. I prefer this," she paused, picking up her own fruit and popping it into her mouth in a way she hoped wasn't provocative. "Part."

[no_ones_slave]

Gaila pulled her tongue and the stem back in and grinned. "Honey, you kiss Professor Spock with that mouth? My roomie doesn't want it," Gaila told the person sitting beside her at the bar, and stuck her tongue out again. "You w--" She was going to ask the bartender whether he wanted it, because he was looking at her and wanted her and she thought she might flirt with him all night really dirty so she could take him home, or maybe kiss him right now because after all there was a cherry stem on her tongue and N had said no, and she could just fuck the bartender out back and come back and N--

Except she couldn't do that.

Gaila put her tongue back in and swallowed and looked at N who was eating that cherry. Gaila put on a super bright face. "Does he call you a dirty ho?" she teased.

[just_uhura]

Dropping the stem beside the small collection of empty glasses, Nyota simply leaned back to watch Gaila. True, she might have been a little offput if she disappeared for a quick romp with the bartender, but she also understood that the Orion had been celibate for a few days now. To Gaila that was eons. She couldn't do anything about it (no matter how graphic her mind was getting) so she wouldn't begrudge her getting it elsewhere. Still, a small shiver of pleasure ran its way down her spine as she resisted temptation and she gave her a bright smile.

"Gaila." she admonished gently, her skin flushing warm. It wasn't like she was a prude or anything but... well, it was Spock. Suddenly she felt all kinds of uncomfortable discussing him with Gaila. "No. He doesn't."

[no_ones_slave]

"What does he call you?" Gaila teased. She turned the full beam of her smile on N, still having just realized she wasn't going to be slipping out for any quick romps or going home for any long nights the way she often did when she and N spent the night on the town. This was just going to be her and N. Doing the friends thing. The human way.

Gaila could do that. She was sure she could.

"It's really hot when he says your name. Because he really goes on with the 'Lieutenant Uhura' otherwise. Do Vulcans have endearments?"

[just_uhura]

"Just Nyota." she quickly replied, picking up her drink and throwing in back a lot faster than was possibly wise. Well she was going to be drunk a lot quicker than normal, but wasn't that the whole point of this evening? She hadn't done it for so long, she hadn't had fun in so long. Slamming the glass back down on the counter, Nyota twisted to face Gaila once more. "Look, we don't have to talk about Spock. How was your day? Did you do anything - anyone - interesting?"

[no_ones_slave]

"What's wrong with talking about Spock?" Gaila was immediately concerned. And--well, if Gaila wasn't getting any, N should be getting some. Gaila felt less shitty when things were shitty as long as N was good.

She tucked a piece of N's hair behind her ear, and ran her hand down from N's shoulder, her arm, to rest on N's hand--not realizing she was not only using N as a substitute for happiness, but for touch. "You said he wouldn't tell you stuff that was going on, but that was a while ago. But he still likes you and everything. Is it the sex?"

Gaila sort of hoped if it was anything, it was the sex. She could help with that.

[just_uhura]

That was what she hadn't wanted; Gaila to act concerned and want her to talk about it. Her discussions with Spock had alleviated some worries and brought up others. He was open with her, yet she still couldn't help but feel like he was pulling away, hiding something important. It was an odd feeling to have and she didn't like it or know how to deal with it. She couldn't-- no she wouldn't force Spock to talk to her. But then, why didn't he? What had changed?

And why couldn't she tell Gaila that? She felt as if she had to defend her relationship, to make sure the Orion knew that things were absolutely fine. "I just... Look. It's fine G." she sighed, only just realizing that she was leaning into her touch, had laced her own fingers through her green digits. "It's not the sex. Honestly I haven't even had time to think about sex with everything going on."

[no_ones_slave]

[[OOC - what was funniest about that particular rp fail was that wasn't even me; it's the sock I use to watch comms! *headdesk*]]

"Well, duh!" Gaila was mostly satisfied by N's assurance that everything with her and Spock was fine, but she was still a little concerned. "You don't have to think about sex when you're having it! I like to think about you and Spock having it," she added, because there wasn't anyone she thought was perfectly safe she could have it with, after all. "Like how he's all repressed, and how you probably really fuck his shit right up, don't you."

Gaila flirted with everyone. N was not an exception, but Gaila had learned long ago about how with humans some friends you weren't supposed to fuck. So her flirting with N was teasing, and N was really good about it, funny and sweet and sarcastic and sometimes giving as good as she got. But now Gaila wasn't flirting with anyone else--the bartender, who she couldn't take out back for a quick fuck, anyone else in the bar, who might be influenced by her pheromones--and so the focus of her flirting was N. Just N.

Gaila was even doing it on purpose, a little; she noticed N's little responses that she tried to hide, and Gaila wanted them, horded them because she kept feeling like if she wasn't getting anything else, she was getting this. And she loved N, and wanted her even though she wasn't supposed to, wanted her even though Gaila knew that made her a bad human friend.

So she fellated her cherry for N, and scooted her stool closer for N, and arched her back and set off her profile for N, and when she went on talking about fucking, it was in a husky voice for N. "Bet you know just where to touch him," Gaila said, and made it sound really dirty, "make that brow rise. Bet you hold him in the palm of your hand, don't you, and you just--give a little--twist. And I think about how he says your name and puts his hand on your ass and his eyes look like he wants to eat you right up."

Gaila sat back a little, eyes shiny, and announced in a more gleeful tone, "I bet Professor Spock would be an animal in the sack if he ever let up some!"

[just_uhura]

(OOC: It's alright, I fail so often I am queen of it. I didn't see a thing, I swear!)

Nyota was not an Orion; her biology make up didn't need sex. Though she was understanding of Gaila's need for it, she could very easily go months, even a year without it. She'd done so during her time at the Academy. She was a mature, sensible woman who didn't just give in to her baser desires like the rest of her classmates. Her focus had been on her career.

So why the hell was she feeling like an overhormonal teenager? Every time Gaila flirted with her (like was the norm, they'd done it hundreds of times before just for the fun of it) she sent a pleasurable shiver right through her, her skin feeling warm and hot like she was already being touched. Pheromones were really inconvenient. It wasn't as if she could just hop along and drag Spock back to her room. Nor could she (despite her body telling her it was a fantastic idea) do the same with Gaila. So she was stuck sat here all nice and aroused. It wasn't that much fun, and she all at once sympathized with and hated Gaila.

"He's not repressed," was her immediate reaction, the natural instinct to defend Spock. Her cheeks flushed and she was glad of her dark complexion. "I just--" She watched the way G worked her way around the cherry, the tip of her tongue coming out to wet her suddenly dry lips. Against her better judgement, she closed her eyes to imagine doing just that to the Vulcan, almost able to hear the low, smooth way he said her name just right. With a little groan of frustration at herself, she bit down on her lip and her eyes snapped back open. "I just don't need to talk about it alright?" Her tone was clipped; a mix of the intense sexual frustration and just regular kind she felt.

[no_ones_slave]

"But I want to help you." Gaila's eyes were warm and liquid and despite all she'd been through and all she'd seen she could still look really innocent. "Everything in my life is going to pieces, N, all my relationships and all my friends and I just want--I want you to be happy."

[just_uhura]

One look at Gaila and she immediately felt bad that she was taking out whatever frustrations she felt on her. It wasn't her fault that she got attacked and her pheromones were on the fritz. She looked so lost and broken, and Nyota simply had to lean forwards and wrap her arms around her friend tightly.

"I know," she sighed into her red locks, burying her nose against her shoulder. She meant so well. If there was one person in the entire world without a malicious bone in her body (unless you were a Klingon and pissed her off) it was Gaila. "I am happy G. Just-- Stop worrying alright? Stop wprrying about me. I'm fine." Pulling back, she gripped the Orion firmly by the shoulders, offering her a bright smile. "We're supposed to be having fun. We can do the talk about boys into our ice cream thing later, okay?"

[no_ones_slave]

Gaila jerked out of N's grasp, because N didn't understand. That hug--Gaila had totally been on the verge of shoving her tongue down N's throat, running her finger's up N's thighs, under N's dress, that skimpy little dress--

"I can't have fun, okay?" Gaila said. Then she was in N's space, invading it, too close. "It's not allowed. Anyone I touch, or kiss, or fuck, I have to worry about whether they really want it or not, whether I'm taking advantage, whether it's right. I can't stop worrying, because all the things I want right now end in disaster."

[just_uhura]

A frown crossed her face as Gaila jerked back. Since when had she refused a hug? Or any kind of physical affection? Usually it was the other way around, with Nyota having the push Gaila away so she could concentrate.

And then she immediately switched, all of a sudden too close. It made her skin flush even warmer than it already was, her senses assaulted all at once. The smell of her skin, her hair, the feel of her breath--

"Gaila," Nyota began in her best diplomatic tone, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Look, if you need to ditch me and go off with the cute bartender," she shot a look in his direction; needless to say he was still hovering close by. "I don't mind. This is Risa alright? Most of the people here don't need pheromones to want to sleep with you." The whole place was filled with amorous couples locked in public displays of heavy affection. It was really fucking distracting. "I'm not forcing you to stay with me."

[no_ones_slave]

"I know they don't need pheromones," Gaila said. "Doesn't change the fact that I have them, and the suppressors aren't working, and people are being affected by them, or if they're not, I don't know they're not, so how do I know they're not just saying yes when they otherwise wouldn't? It's why I'm supposed to take suppressors in the first place. The only one I could trust with it was Jim and he--" Gaila cut herself off. She was almost crying in frustration. She could see she was hurting N, and that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to hang out with N. "I don't know if I'm friends with him any more, and you--you're unhappy but you won't talk to me about it!"

[just_uhura]

It was admirable to be sure. Not many Orions, or humans for that matter, would give a damn whether or not people were being influenced into having sex with them. But she knew how important having a choice was to Gaila, and respected her for it, even if it was causing her undue upset. "G," she sighed softly, reaching out to cup her cheek. She wasn't sure what Jim had done to upset Gaila, but she didn't like it. Yet that still didn't give her a way to help her, to stop her being so damned upset. Nyota hated seeing the people she cared about like this. "I'm not unhappy. I'm not. Things are fine with Spock, I'm fine. I'm just worried about you."

[no_ones_slave]

"Things are always fine for you. You can always handle everything. You're so damn strong and perfect." Gaila was leaning into N's touch, hungry for it.