Anybody who knew Pasha Chekov knew that she only slept one way. Her head buried in a mound of pillows and resting on her stomach with her legs tangled around the sheets, it never looked quite comfortable but it was the only way the young woman could sleep properly. So it was easy to imagine her displeasure at waking up, propped against the head
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"Oh, uh well--" This was as far as she got into explaining that she was alright before a sudden and unexpected flash of heat broke through her body and she tensed, arching forward. Pasha gave a small moan, shuddering and panting lightly before relaxing once again, her eyes wide and confused. "What the fuck!" She muttered, glancing at Lyon before both blushing and flushing a mighty shade of pink.
"F-Fine, just fine." She suddenly became very interested in the patch of wall directly in front of her. How mortifying. What the heck had that been? Pasha wondered, trying to figure out how that had even been humanly possible.
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"Do you just, ah..." Unless he was very much mistaken Pasha had just orgasmed right before his eyes. It hadn't been the first time, and it had definitely been fun to watch, but since he hadn't so much as laid a finger on her - either physically or mentally - he was baffled as to how it'd happened.
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"That doesn't normally happen!" She felt the need to blurt out. Pasha then felt the need to bang her head off a wall or at least facepalm, which was easier said then done given her current position, in total humiliation. Great. Now even her brain was working against her to make her look stupid. "And that sounded so much more intelligent in my brain."
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"Hey, a girl should never apologize for coming," Lyon admonished her, sounding slight amused. "Believe me, guys love it when they do, even if they can't always figure out why it happened." He gave Pasha a reassuring smile and reached up to brush a lose curl away from her pretty face and run his fingers briefly through her hair. "Besides, I've been in your mind, remember? I know how intelligent you are."
[OOC: Sorry, I couldn't resist. Lyon has a thing for girls' hair, and it just fit the scene so well... XD]
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"Something must be triggering it." It seemed like a logical conclusion to Lyon. While his mind wasn't as sharp or as quick as Pasha's he was far from stupid. "I didn't lose it until I kissed you, so maybe if I avoid doing that I won't have to worry about doing that. Lyon glanced meaningfully at the sticky mess lying on the sheet between them. "Any idea what made you just up lose it like that earlier?"
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Her forehead crinkled in thought before she glanced at Lyon curiously. It seemed it was time for another little experiment. "The first time was different. You did not touch but only said which leads me to believe...Lyon." She deliberately cut herself off to watch him curiously. This would definitely make an interesting article for one of the science journals she contributed towards. It was certainly a scientific mystery.
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"Believe what?" Pasha's logic had been too fast for him to follow, but Lyon quickly caught up when she said his name. He immediately felt a tightening in his groin and looked down to find himself rapidly getting hard. A split second after that he was biting back a groan as he started to come even though he wasn't fully erect yet. It was an interesting sensation, and not all together unpleasant either, but it still surprised him.
"Well shit," he swore when his body started to relax. "Our names do it too? What the hell am I supposed to call you then? Ensign ( ... )
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"I think we might be able to add nicknames to that list as well." She commented, resting back against the headboard of the bed, sighing heavily. This was either a blessing or a curse. Either way, she half-heartedly wished the Hotel would stop getting up to such nonsense.
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Filing that away for later, Lyon moved to kneel in front of Pasha. He was going to figure out a way to fuck her even if it killed him. The two hotel induced orgasms he'd experienced had been decent enough, but they didn't compare to the ones that came from actual sex.
"I guess we'll just have to view this as a challenge then, huh?" He reached out to cup Pasha's breasts once again, kneading the soft flesh in much the same way he'd done before, only this time rubbing his thumbs over Pasha's lace-covered nipples as well.
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She was jolted out of her own thought with a sharp gasp when she felt Lyon's hands on her breast once again, the combination of the lace pulling over her sensitive skin and causing delicious friction and the kneading soon enough had her pressing her thighs together and moaning softly underneath her breath.
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"Un-uh, legs open," he admonished Pasha. "I want to be able to play with all of you." Lyon briefly released her breasts to gently but inexorably force her legs apart. He then moved to straddle one shapely thigh to prevent her from being able to close them again. Once he was settled Lyon resumed stroking Pasha's breast and nipple with one hand while the other slid down her flat stomach to nestle itself against her sex. The scrap of lace separating his hand from Pasha's slick folds was damp with the evidence of her arousal and the feel of it made Lyon grin ( ... )
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Her hands were another matter though, because while Pasha may have liked being tied up more then the average girl, what she disliked was just waking up already tied up. It made things so much less fun. She couldn't even touch Lyon back like this, she was effectively stuck like this. Her fingers curled, fingertips searching along the edge of the cuff, which was as far as she could reach, feeling for a ridge or locking mechanism on the cuffs themselves. Sometimes, having seven older brothers who had locked everything in sight had it's advantages, such as learning useful skills such a lockpicking. It was an awfully good thing she could multitask.
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