[Insatiable Verse - Trapped]

[nyota_uhura24]

[ooc note to tbg folk: Please ignore, this is a separate verse! In case you're wondering, this is the verse in which Uhura and Kirk have lots of sex and pretend that's all it is. Until things get awkward

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[nyota_uhura24]

His words prompt a swell of gratitude, and her arms wrap around him so that she can hold on to him again. She hesitates for only a moment, slightly uncertain because their touches now are somewhere between comfort and desire. But the way he touches her is the same way he's always touched her: as if she is something to be cherished. “Just keep kissing me, she murmurs as he kisses his way down her neck. “Keep holding me. Keep touching me, but... slowly, so that your touch grounds me instead of sweeping me away.” Somehow this feels like a more serious request than anything she's ever asked of him, because what she's really asking for is to be connected to him. “And keep talking to me,” she all but whispers. “I need to hear your voice.He tells her that she can always call on him to be there for her, no matter what, and she's glad that her head is tilted to allow his mouth better access to her neck. She's not really sure she wants him to see tears spring to her eyes, and she quickly blinks them back. There are a lot of people who

[owns_the_chair]

"Okay," he nods, lips still against her skin, and his hand sliding back under her skirt. It'd be easier if they weren't dressed, but he's never let a little detail like that stop him before. He keeps his touch firm and slow, just like she asked him to, his fingers drawing idle patters on the inside of her thigh, slowly inching upwards.

The amount of faith and trust she places in him both with this, and with her promise to call on him when she feels the worst is a mixture of empowering and humbling. But he'll keep his promise and always be there when she needs him. Just like he's here now, trying to think of something to say that doesn't sound too silly. "Hazina? What does that mean? Or is it one of those things you'll tell me when you're ready to?"

His other hand catches hold of hers and he places it on the tenting in his pants, stifling a small moan at the contact and switching back to Andorian. "If you only knew how much this happens when you're around. How much you get to me. This whole week... I've spent half my shifts with a

[nyota_uhura24]

His touch makes her shiver slightly with desire, and she forces herself to take deep breaths, needing to hold on to the calming influence of his presence, needing to hold on to the fact that she's here with Jim on the Enterprise. His hand moves slowly up her thigh, and she focuses on his touch. Her own fingers card through his hair, not wanting to push things too far too fast. She's still not sure what effect this is going to have on her... But she trusts him. They may fight and clash and not see eye to eye, but she trusts him, and he's going to keep her here, in the present.

He asks her what hazina means, and she can't help but smile. It seems a little silly to withhold the definition now, but she likes the idea of waiting for the perfect moment to tell him. “When I'm ready,” she answers, “Hazina.” Her fingers trace his cheek again, lightly skimming over his lips

[owns_the_chair]

It figures that she isn't going to translate the word for him, and he smiles, liking this new game of theirs. It's much better than some of their old ones that were mostly about driving the other as crazy as possible.

"The Captain usually is, but it's hard for him when his comm officer moves about in that short skirt of hers.", he teases back, then quickly loses both his grip on languages and his self control. Her words reduce him to pure want for a moment as much as her touch does. "Holy fuck, Uhura, that's hot

[nyota_uhura24]

His voice and his touch anchor her firmly to him, and it doesn't matter that she's losing her grasp on where they are. She's with him. She's safe. And the images they're painting transport her mind to the bridge, a place she feels safe and in control, a place where she's the best communications officer in Starfleet. “Then I guess the comm officer shouldn't shorten her skirt? She could even wear pants if that would be less distracting” she teases. His reaction to the chair comment prompts another surge of lust, and she presses her hand down a little harder before skimming upwards to tease along the hem of his pants, smirking slightly. Of course he would fantasize about having sex in his chair

[owns_the_chair]

The idea of her donning pants instead of the skirt he's so fond of makes a low growl rumble up through his chest, and he gives her neck a little bite as warning to put that idea out of her head immediately. "Do that, and the Captain might deem it necessary to take disciplinary action. He likes the little distractions, they make the boring days tolerable."

He's slightly relieved when she moves her hand to tease at getting his pants off, because all this talk has him wired harder than the warp coils and he'd hate for this to be over too soon. Which is a very real risk when she's talking like that, in her low, seductive voice, creating images in his head that are much more vivid than usual. "Good. You think about that. And you think about this every time you're in a lift from now on. Think about how it feels when I've got my fingers deep inside you, when I move them like this, making you gasp and moan. Think about how you're the only person on this ship I'd ever make this exception for, that I'd ever let feel all of me, no barriers,

[nyota_uhura24]

She almost laughs at the way he insists on her skirt, but something about that low growl and the way he nips her neck just make her moan instead. “Disciplinary action, Captain?” she purrs, lips brushing over his ear and then kissing behind it. “I really may have to switch uniforms now.She undoes the clasp but leaves his pants on, sliding her hands along the hem and then slipping one into his pocket to stroke him through the fabric. The kiss has her seeing stars, and somehow they're not in the lift anymore, but they're exactly where she wants them to be, somewhere in space, surrounded by the stars. His words and his hand have her gasping and moaning against him, half-whining with need. The idea that he doesn't do this with anyone else, that he's going to make an exception to the rule he always holds to so scrupulously, lights fire her stomach. For a moment she almost loses the Andorian, but she manages to hold on to it. She needs the words now, needs them to keep talking as long as they're able to. The mention of the lift jars

[owns_the_chair]

Her low purr against his ear sends shivers down his spine, and he's beginning to get the idea that she'd like very much if he took command once in a while and pretended to discipline her. It makes sense, suddenly, and he chuckles in amusement as a light bulb switches on in his mind. It's cool, he can get on board with this. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he mutters huskily, putting just a little edge of command into his voice to test his theory. "If the Captain had to pull you into his office and reprimand you. Just think what he'd do when he figures out that you aren't wearing regulation panties. He might have to confiscate those little lacy numbers you're so fond of. Maybe even give you a little smack on the ass so you don't forget your lesson.All thoughts of discipline vanish from his mind, however, when she strokes him through the fabric of his pants and tells him that she's going to imagine riding him every time she's in the lift from now on. He's definitely going to have to make sure they share a lift again, just to use those

[nyota_uhura24]

She was just teasing, but the way the way his voice goes husky and ever so slightly commanding at her comment makes her moan louder and thrust harder against his fingers. His next words have her shuddering against him, and God the thought of him disciplining her shouldn't turn her on this much. She almost feels like she should protest the idea, but there's no way her reaction hasn't already given her away. The fact that he truly is her Captain just makes it hotter. She loves his command voice, loves the way he sounds when he's serious and giving orders. “It would be your duty as Captain if I was breaking regulation,” she murmurs back

[owns_the_chair]

The way she moans and shudders leaves him in no doubt that his theory has just been proven. That she has a kinky side to her doesn't really surprise him though, and he knows he's going to be impossibly smug about it later. When she isn't moving against him like this, each roll of her hips perfection in its purest, most blissful form. And then she underlines her words from before, emphasizes how long she's wanted him, how much she still wants him, and a small part of his brain marvels that someone like her would ever feel that way about someone like him.

Perfect chaos. It's probably one of the best ways he's ever heard his life described, and he thinks he's at least always had the chaotic part of it down pat. The perfection, though... Not so much. It doesn't matter though, because this right here? This is perfection and maybe he can channel it into other parts of his life too.

"Perfect with you..." he manages to pant out between moans, everything else lost in the slide of their bodies. They've created their own little universe

[nyota_uhura24]

Perfect with you. The words make her heart flutter in her chest even as every inch of her is devoted to the movement of her body around and against his. They're both far from perfect, but they balance each other. Together, they're perfect. "Kamili," she breathes out. This moment certainly fits that description, and although later she'll marvel that she could find perfection trapped in a small space, now the only thing on her mind is how right it feels to be with him, how it makes her heart warm and whole and her body melt with pleasure. It feels like a whirlwind, but she's safe and happy moving slowly against him so that she can just feel him. Chaos has never felt so calm. Everything frightening and painful is forgotten. She never wants this moment to end

[owns_the_chair]

He gets all the answer he needs with her kiss, and he can help grinning a little against her lips. He knew she wouldn't be able to resist the challenge he posed with that question, she's too much like him in that respect. Her hips increase the pace, and their coupling becomes a race against time. Adrenaline shoots through him, the primitive thrill of the chase taking hold, and this? This is why he used to love his old bike, used to love zipping across the dirt roads of Riverside at top speed, the wind whipping about his face and all that power being unleashed under his firm grip.

In a burst of strength, he flips them over, wrapping her legs around him and drives into her relentlessly. His hands grip her hips to the point where he subconsciously knows she'll have bruises, but that thought is lost in the frantic pace he sets. Sweat is beginning to bead on his brow, and his eyes are locked on hers, conveying every bit of intensity he feels, every bit of steely determination to get them both there as fast and efficiently as he can. "

[nyota_uhura24]

Nyota can feel the urgency of the ticking clock, but as soon as she starts to move against him again, she's forgotten all about Scotty's interruption. There's only this, only the need to reach completion as fast as they possibly can. Only Jim. Only Nyota. She gasps as he flips them over, the display of strength sending lust spiraling through every inch of her. His hands sink into her hips, and she knows he's leaving a mark, writing the story of this moment into her skin. His pace is frantic, and it feels as if this moment is being seared permanently into her eyes. His impossibly blue gaze is full of intensity that reminds her of the way he looks on the bridge during moments of crisis, yet his command is irrelevant here. Here he is Jim, and for the first time she feels like she's seeing and feeling all of him. It seems she could be swept away by that intensity

[owns_the_chair]

He's dimly aware of the way he goes boneless and just barely catches himself on his elbows to keep from collapsing on her. There's a loud buzz, not just in his ears, but his whole body, and he pants against the crook of her neck as her words echo in his mind. An almost possessive pride wells up in him at the thought of being deeper in and more joined with her than any man has before. The knowledge that there's a part of her that's just his and his alone now appeals to his most primitive instincts and there's just one thought going through his head as he presses a tender kiss to her temple. MineThey're still on the clock, though, and it's a problem that he's lost his sense of time somewhere in the chase towards blinding pleasure. His lungs are still working hard to absorb enough oxygen to get his brain and muscle functions back online, but he manages to push himself up on slightly unsteady arms, and give her an affectionate, if somewhat bleary smile, and he'll deny that the sound he makes is a giggle to his dying day. "I don't think I

[nyota_uhura24]

For a long moment there's nothing but the aftershocks of her climax, but when her eyes are able to focus again she sees him smiling down at her, looking dazed and happy. She probably has a similarly blissed out expression on her face, her whole body relaxed and her mind a pleasantly blank haze. A part of the intensity of a few moments ago is echoing through her consciousness, but mostly she just feels warm and happy and achy in the best possible way. They could just melt into the floor and sleep, but she knows that the clock is ticking, even if she has no idea how much time has passed.

And did Jim just... giggle? She laughs, the sound light and joyful, because they're lying on the floor of a turbolift and she feels completely happy. “I'm not sure I want to fix you,” she replies, stroking a hand through his hair and turning her head to press a kiss to the inside of his elbow. “But eventually those lift doors are going to open, and I don't really think any of the crew need to see us like this. On that note, I do hope the

[owns_the_chair]

The lift jerks and starts moving again, and his smile is tinged with a hint of soft regret for the moment that passes out of their reach with the movement. He leans in and tries to tame a few strands of her hair into their usual place in her clip, letting his fingers linger for a second on her brow. "Nyota," he whispers, her name falling from his lips softly, imbuing the word with all the emotions he feels right now; affection, tenderness, joy and maybe just a hint of fierce protectiveness