Here I'm Safe, So Here I'll Stay, Chekov/Uhura, Adult
More skirt fic for THIS prompt on st_xi_kink meme. I couldn't help writing a version for my OTP, it just had to come out...HAD TO!! Hope y'all enjoy, and even if you don't, tell me where it sucked so I can make it better <3.
Comments make my life. Title from the band Devics from the song Key, very much worth a look up and THANKS N!!!! <3
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Here I'm Safe, So Here I'll Stay
"Leave it," he said in Russian.
Her fingers hesitated at the zipper on her skirt. The tone of his voice mixed with his native tongue made her shiver. Once again she reveled in the fact that she was the only other person on board that knew the language... If anyone knew some of the filthy things she'd said to him on the bridge today she'd probably be sent to McCoy for an evaluation.
And now, they were both mostly naked in a turbo-lift, a questionable decision on her part. It was the end of Gamma shift though, and they were both headed to bed, only once the doors had closed behind them she found she couldn't quite wait that long. What was it with her and that damned stop button, anyway?
Clothes were piled on the floor: everything but her skirt and panties and his boxers were strewn about, her bra hanging off the hand railing. The hand railing he was pushing her up against, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth descending to her breast, tongue curling around a nipple.
She slipped between Russian and Standard, repeating the things she'd whispered to him across the bridge. "Pavel you're such a filthy little whore...want you in me right now...fuck me 'til I can't move, can't remember my name."
She arched toward his greedy mouth when he scraped his teeth across her nipple. One hand made a tight fist in his curls and the other was fumbling with his boxers, pushing the elastic down past his cock. It was his turn to hiss when she ran a finger over the head and then gripped him at the base, sliding her hand up his length. His boxers fell around his feet and he left them pooled there, not bothering to kick them aside.
"Goddess, fucking beautiful goddess Nyota." He claimed her mouth, kissing her softly at first then turning into fire. Their mouths fought, teeth and lips furious against each other. His hands scrabbled at her hips under the skirt and he caught a hold of the thin side of her panties. He gave a swift tug, there was a ripping sound, and Uhura squeaked as her panties fell away, ruined.
Laughing, she hitched a leg around his hip and gripped his shoulders for support. His hand left her hip then, ghosting over the bone there, trailing his fingers down her abdomen. Smiling against her skin when she pleaded at him to be quick, he slid his fingers across the skin under her waist band. He drew shapes and words there, making Nyota squirm.
He moved to whisper in her ear, his tongue flicking out and tracing its shape, but he didn't linger, knowing how she got about her ears and saving that for later. Still, her breath hitched as he said in standard, "I wanted to bend you over my console today, right in front of everyone."
He slipped his hand down and hovered over her slit.
He continued speaking, punctuating his words with actions. "And" (he slipped a finger between her lips) "lick" (another finger) "you" (he was curling his fingers forward) "'til"(he parted her further, pressing his thumb to her clit) "you" (his other hand was gripping his cock as he moved closer, positioning himself at her entrance) "came."
He pushed into her slowly. Uhura threw her head back, and Pavel took the opportunity to put small bites on her neck. He gripped her hips, and she brought her other leg up with his help, locking her ankles around his slim waist, pulling him in fully. He held her up and she used the wall and the handrail for support. Pavel didn't move, just held her to him for a second. He kissed her gently and locked eyes with her, skirt bunching under his hands.
"Want them all to know. I know it is, eh.... None of their beeswax, but I want to share that I am with the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." He smiled at her and searched her face, and in finding what he wanted he beamed and kissed her enthusiastically. "For more than comfort," he whispered, speaking Russian.
She smiled back, remembering their reasoning behind getting together at first. She was broken up about separating with Spock, and Pavel had discovered her crying. "For comfort?" was the first thing she said to him in Russian when she'd leaned up to kiss him.
Nyota gripped him tightly, holding his face between her palms, peppering kisses all over: his nose, cheeks, eyelids, lips. "Anything you want," she said, and she crashed her lips to his, bruising them, rolling her hips down, urging him on.
He gave a filthy moan and bucked under her involuntarily, sending a shiver down her spine. "Deviously beautiful," he said, switching back to Russian and laughing as he balanced her against the wall, grabbing her slender wrists between one of his and pinning them above her head.
His other hand found the small of her back, guiding her as he moved inside her. They moved seamlessly together, him thrusting up, her canting down, hips rolling and muscles and skin making a glorious friction and heat. Her ass pressed hard against the handrail as he fucked her, uttering broken Russian and Standard.
"Pavel....gods need....fuck....for you.....please anything....just..." She tilted her hips forward, catching a different angle and gasping when he drove in deeper. He was thrusting harder, pounding into her and she was matching him, but her balance was slipping. She barely had time to yell "falling!" before they had tumbled to the floor, a pile of sweaty limbs.
She untangled her legs from his and leaned over him as they both laughed hysterically. Her hair made a curtain around them and she bent to kiss him, her hand fisting in his hair fingers lacing through his curls. She pulled back roughly and scraped her teeth along his jaw, stopping at his ear, mimicking his movements from earlier. She traced his jaw's shape with her tongue. She ghosted her lips over his skin and whispered, "For more than comfort, my turn now, love..." And she straddled his hips.
Gripping the base of his cock, she gave him two rough strokes before guiding him back inside her. Her skirt flared out, covering them where they joined as she started to move. She leaned over him, pressing her teeth and lips to his chest, and he licked the tip of his finger and ran it around the shell of her ear. She shivered and pressed on, grabbing and pressing a kiss to his palm.
He could tell by her breathing that she was getting close, but at this rate he would be there first. Letting go of her face he trailed his hand down her body, lingering on certain spots. Lips, collar bone, breast, navel… He ran a finger over the waistband of her skirt before flipping it out of his way and reaching between them.
Finding her clit slick and swollen, he started rubbing quick circles around it, making her slam down onto him harder, her rhythm matching his fingers now. He gritted his teeth and held his breath, trying to hold out. Finally, she threw her head back and he heard the breath catch in her throat as she clenched around him. He let go and was right there behind her, spilling into her with a few jerking thrusts, Russian curses halfway formed on his lips.
She sighed and leaned down, laying her face on his chest, her long hair fanned out over her back, her hand splayed out over his heart, feeling its frenzied beat. They held still, panting together as they came down, hearts slowing, breath steadying, minds hazy and pliant.
Pavel reached to tilt her chin so she would look at him. "Hello," he whispered.
"Hi." She smiled at him and pressed a soft kiss to his chest.
She laughed to herself, and he gave her a questioning look as he passed his thumb over her cheek, still damp with sweat.
Eyes bright with humor she bit back another laugh. "Jim is going to be surprised."
Utterly confused as to why she would be mentioning the Captain at a time like this, he smiled back at her nonetheless. "Why is that?"
"He's been trying to figure out who I've been sleeping with for months. He'd never guess it's you."
Slightly offended, he bristled. "Why would it be so hard to think we would be together?"
"Because Jim tends to underestimate genius that isn't his own." She smirked and shrugged at him.
Placated, he grinned at her. "I'm glad we both do not share this trait."
She pulled him to her again in a fierce kiss and whispered against his lips, "Me too."
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Comments make my life. Title from the band Devics from the song Key, very much worth a look up and THANKS N!!!! <3
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Here I'm Safe, So Here I'll Stay
"Leave it," he said in Russian.
Her fingers hesitated at the zipper on her skirt. The tone of his voice mixed with his native tongue made her shiver. Once again she reveled in the fact that she was the only other person on board that knew the language... If anyone knew some of the filthy things she'd said to him on the bridge today she'd probably be sent to McCoy for an evaluation.
And now, they were both mostly naked in a turbo-lift, a questionable decision on her part. It was the end of Gamma shift though, and they were both headed to bed, only once the doors had closed behind them she found she couldn't quite wait that long. What was it with her and that damned stop button, anyway?
Clothes were piled on the floor: everything but her skirt and panties and his boxers were strewn about, her bra hanging off the hand railing. The hand railing he was pushing her up against, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth descending to her breast, tongue curling around a nipple.
She slipped between Russian and Standard, repeating the things she'd whispered to him across the bridge. "Pavel you're such a filthy little whore...want you in me right now...fuck me 'til I can't move, can't remember my name."
She arched toward his greedy mouth when he scraped his teeth across her nipple. One hand made a tight fist in his curls and the other was fumbling with his boxers, pushing the elastic down past his cock. It was his turn to hiss when she ran a finger over the head and then gripped him at the base, sliding her hand up his length. His boxers fell around his feet and he left them pooled there, not bothering to kick them aside.
"Goddess, fucking beautiful goddess Nyota." He claimed her mouth, kissing her softly at first then turning into fire. Their mouths fought, teeth and lips furious against each other. His hands scrabbled at her hips under the skirt and he caught a hold of the thin side of her panties. He gave a swift tug, there was a ripping sound, and Uhura squeaked as her panties fell away, ruined.
Laughing, she hitched a leg around his hip and gripped his shoulders for support. His hand left her hip then, ghosting over the bone there, trailing his fingers down her abdomen. Smiling against her skin when she pleaded at him to be quick, he slid his fingers across the skin under her waist band. He drew shapes and words there, making Nyota squirm.
He moved to whisper in her ear, his tongue flicking out and tracing its shape, but he didn't linger, knowing how she got about her ears and saving that for later. Still, her breath hitched as he said in standard, "I wanted to bend you over my console today, right in front of everyone."
He slipped his hand down and hovered over her slit.
He continued speaking, punctuating his words with actions. "And" (he slipped a finger between her lips) "lick" (another finger) "you" (he was curling his fingers forward) "'til"(he parted her further, pressing his thumb to her clit) "you" (his other hand was gripping his cock as he moved closer, positioning himself at her entrance) "came."
He pushed into her slowly. Uhura threw her head back, and Pavel took the opportunity to put small bites on her neck. He gripped her hips, and she brought her other leg up with his help, locking her ankles around his slim waist, pulling him in fully. He held her up and she used the wall and the handrail for support. Pavel didn't move, just held her to him for a second. He kissed her gently and locked eyes with her, skirt bunching under his hands.
"Want them all to know. I know it is, eh.... None of their beeswax, but I want to share that I am with the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." He smiled at her and searched her face, and in finding what he wanted he beamed and kissed her enthusiastically. "For more than comfort," he whispered, speaking Russian.
She smiled back, remembering their reasoning behind getting together at first. She was broken up about separating with Spock, and Pavel had discovered her crying. "For comfort?" was the first thing she said to him in Russian when she'd leaned up to kiss him.
Nyota gripped him tightly, holding his face between her palms, peppering kisses all over: his nose, cheeks, eyelids, lips. "Anything you want," she said, and she crashed her lips to his, bruising them, rolling her hips down, urging him on.
He gave a filthy moan and bucked under her involuntarily, sending a shiver down her spine. "Deviously beautiful," he said, switching back to Russian and laughing as he balanced her against the wall, grabbing her slender wrists between one of his and pinning them above her head.
His other hand found the small of her back, guiding her as he moved inside her. They moved seamlessly together, him thrusting up, her canting down, hips rolling and muscles and skin making a glorious friction and heat. Her ass pressed hard against the handrail as he fucked her, uttering broken Russian and Standard.
"Pavel....gods need....fuck....for you.....please anything....just..." She tilted her hips forward, catching a different angle and gasping when he drove in deeper. He was thrusting harder, pounding into her and she was matching him, but her balance was slipping. She barely had time to yell "falling!" before they had tumbled to the floor, a pile of sweaty limbs.
She untangled her legs from his and leaned over him as they both laughed hysterically. Her hair made a curtain around them and she bent to kiss him, her hand fisting in his hair fingers lacing through his curls. She pulled back roughly and scraped her teeth along his jaw, stopping at his ear, mimicking his movements from earlier. She traced his jaw's shape with her tongue. She ghosted her lips over his skin and whispered, "For more than comfort, my turn now, love..." And she straddled his hips.
Gripping the base of his cock, she gave him two rough strokes before guiding him back inside her. Her skirt flared out, covering them where they joined as she started to move. She leaned over him, pressing her teeth and lips to his chest, and he licked the tip of his finger and ran it around the shell of her ear. She shivered and pressed on, grabbing and pressing a kiss to his palm.
He could tell by her breathing that she was getting close, but at this rate he would be there first. Letting go of her face he trailed his hand down her body, lingering on certain spots. Lips, collar bone, breast, navel… He ran a finger over the waistband of her skirt before flipping it out of his way and reaching between them.
Finding her clit slick and swollen, he started rubbing quick circles around it, making her slam down onto him harder, her rhythm matching his fingers now. He gritted his teeth and held his breath, trying to hold out. Finally, she threw her head back and he heard the breath catch in her throat as she clenched around him. He let go and was right there behind her, spilling into her with a few jerking thrusts, Russian curses halfway formed on his lips.
She sighed and leaned down, laying her face on his chest, her long hair fanned out over her back, her hand splayed out over his heart, feeling its frenzied beat. They held still, panting together as they came down, hearts slowing, breath steadying, minds hazy and pliant.
Pavel reached to tilt her chin so she would look at him. "Hello," he whispered.
"Hi." She smiled at him and pressed a soft kiss to his chest.
She laughed to herself, and he gave her a questioning look as he passed his thumb over her cheek, still damp with sweat.
Eyes bright with humor she bit back another laugh. "Jim is going to be surprised."
Utterly confused as to why she would be mentioning the Captain at a time like this, he smiled back at her nonetheless. "Why is that?"
"He's been trying to figure out who I've been sleeping with for months. He'd never guess it's you."
Slightly offended, he bristled. "Why would it be so hard to think we would be together?"
"Because Jim tends to underestimate genius that isn't his own." She smirked and shrugged at him.
Placated, he grinned at her. "I'm glad we both do not share this trait."
She pulled him to her again in a fierce kiss and whispered against his lips, "Me too."
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