((OOC - Kink Bingo Fic! "The Value of Play"))
Title: The Value of Play
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Scotty/Gaila
Rating: R
Summary: Scotty and Gaila like to play games with each other. This game calls for some genital torture (not nearly as hardcore as it sounds). (Saccharine like whoa, y'all. No explicit sex.)
Word count: ~2,000
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: Yes!
Author's Note: This is for a kink_bingo square "genital torture". Which isn't all about cock-and-ball torture - I had to take a different approach. In fact, I wasn't going to even use this square until I was talking about how I wasn't going to use it and had this Idea. So, yeah.
The Value of Play
It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, face down drunk against the table in their little kitchenette - shared quarters had their perks - with Gaila laughing and whispering merrily in his ear about how nice it would be if he shaved her pussy and if they played a game. Scotty liked playing games with Gaila, liked winning them and even liked losing them when the stakes were always so fine on either side.
They played with sensation, with teasing, with waiting. During one memorable shore leave on Risa, they had played with exactly how much Gaila’s Orion physiology could take; they had also played with calling it something other than a gang bang though the rhyming phrase appealed to Gaila’s humor.
She appealed to him, that she did. All green skin and red hair between her legs to match that on her head. He loved that red hair, as cliché as it was for a Scotsman. He didn’t mind admitting that.
But now… It had seemed like a good idea at the time but now Scotty was poised, old-fashioned razor in one hand, between Gaila’s spread thighs, and he wondered at just what she’d talked him into, led him to do just by crooking her little finger. Though he certainly wasn’t objecting to the position, all of her laid out for him on her back and smiling up at him with twinkling eyes and pouting mouth.
She had trimmed all of her pussy hair in preparation, red curls down the recycler before he’d gotten back from his shift, an hour late because of a transporter malfunction. The whole time he’d worked on the problem, she had been in the back of his mind. He’d almost burnt out a circuit, reversed polarity when he shouldn’t have, anticipating their plans.
But now that it came down to it, the fuzz she’d left behind lathered up with shaving cream and a wet towel in a bowl of warm water beside her hip, Scotty was sad to see her lovely little bush go. Still, with the rest of their plans before him, that didn’t stop him from bringing the razor carefully down, setting it against her skin, and dragging it - no, that wasn’t going to work like that. He settled his other hand down lower, exerted enough pressure to keep her skin taut.
“Like that, lassie, just like that. Stay still now.” Scotty’s voice cracked - his throat was dry and he didn’t remember how it had gotten that way. She was wet; if he moved his pinky over just a bit he could slide the tip of it between her labia and be drenched. She’d been wet when he’d laid her down, arranged her limbs so he could see what she’d already accomplished.
Gaila whimpered. Of all their games, the ones that required her to be still and patient were the hardest. “Won’t you hurry up, baby?” Her fingers clenched restlessly in the sheets that were twisted under her body. She’d been the one to explain the best way to treat her skin, what it would feel like, how her whole cunt would throb while he worked on her. That… certainly seemed to be the case, Scotty thought, based on the brightness of her cheeks and the pace of her breath.
“Oh, not even a little tiny bit there, lass. This razor’s sharp and I’m fond of that pretty green pussy.” It wouldn’t do to hurt her, not in any way that wasn’t pleasure at the end of it. Not that they played all that much with pain anyway. Scotty didn’t really have the stomach for it and Gaila said she loved him for it.
Scotty spared a thought for imagining a need to call Sickbay; McCoy would have his hide for playing too rough with a lady. And Scotty would let him, would feel like he deserved it if their games ever went awry that way. He shook his head.
“No, this is careful work for a careful hand.” Scotty suited action to words, shifting at the scrape of the razor over her pubic mound. He was hard, couldn’t help it, could only ignore it because there were other things more deserving of his attention at the moment. He wiped the blade clean on the towel, then made another pass over fresh territory. The shiny metal glided slow and easy over her skin. He’d make another pass with more shaving cream - wouldn’t do to shave back over without more lubrication. Too much chance of a rash that way.
The skin being revealed, still streaked with white in a way that helped his erection a little further right along, was fresh and grassy green, a spring green, a slightly paler green than the other shades that made her up: the color of tender and vulnerable, Scotty thought.
It didn’t take as much as a thought for him to lean down, kiss at the nakedness of it. “So pretty, my girlie, my lass.” Gaila liked it when he talked to her. She said it made it easier to be still when she needed to be still, such a foreign concept to her - Gaila was always in motion, everything was a dance with her. “You be still now, just like that, stay still, and I’ll do my work here just the way it’s needed.”
It struck him then, while he worked slow and methodical - in complete opposition to his usual frenetic style in Engineering - with careful strokes of the razor until she was smooth and hairless, that when this game was through, he might enjoy the same kind of treatment. Without the rest of it, though - Scotty’s limits weren’t quite as liberal as Gaila’s, no matter how satisfying it could be to watch her push up against them. But her skin was so soft under his fingers as he checked his work. And she was pushing up against them now. He laid the flat of his hand on her belly and just sat for a short spell, let her calm back down.
“We’re getting there now, getting close.” Now the delicate work around her labia. He crouched closer to get a better angle and the scent of her made his mouth water. She was sweet and sour when he went down on her, like salted cherries under his tongue. He’d get a mouthful of shaving cream if he gave into this time, though, so he didn’t - the stuff wasn’t toxic but there was just no reason. Her skin glinted with her own moisture. Scotty tended to his work with the same attention to detail that characterized his leaps of brilliance. “You know how good you smell, girlie, but I’m not giving in to your ways just yet. Be a shame if you won that easily.”
Gaila’s laugh was half desperate; lust denied was near painful for her. “Then get on with it. Go on, Montgomery, get it done.”
Everyone else called him Scotty. But she liked the extra syllables of his proper name, liked the significance of being the only one to call him that - she’d explained names and their place in Orion Prime but he’d been too caught up in the cunning crease of her inner elbow that night to remember all the detail of it.
“Always in a hurry. You’re right pushy.” His pace was as steady as his hands. Scotty shouldered her legs further apart so he could reach everything. “Show me some patience, lass, and you’ll get what you want.” The razor was sharp - it was doing its job and he hadn’t nicked her yet. Her asshole was a tight furl of forest green. He’d had her there, paused to admire the give of her muscles stretched around his cock before he’d fucked her until she screamed into the pillow under her face. Good night, that one.
One of her clever hands released the sheet and crept down her belly. He sat up to slap it away. “Now you’re just trying to cheat, my love.” He wiped her clean with the towel, took extra care to make sure he’d not left any rough patches. Then he took care simply because he liked to touch her. “Like a rose petal, you are.”
Gaila giggled even as her hands tested it herself - keeping careful distance from any place he’d want to smack her away from. “Wait until it starts to grow back - you won’t say that when you have stubble burn on your face.”
He’d live with it. This was too much fun in the meantime. Scotty slapped at her hands again. “You stop that. No means no. Tell me the rules.” He reached for the lotion she kept on her bedside table, squeezed out a dollop to rub in and soothe the sensitive skin. Nothing that would sting, just products safe for humans and Orions both, at least according to the label.
The face she made at him was all wrinkled nose and crossed eyes even as she sighed happily at the cool feel of the lotion. But Gaila moved her hands; she cupped her own breasts and tweaked her nipples between her knuckles. “No orgasms until I can convince you to let me give you one. No pheromones because that wouldn’t be fair. I can touch everything but your cock and I can’t touch myself.” At the last, she rolled her eyes and released her breasts.
Scotty nodded. She’d come up with the rules herself, he was just here to play along, to resist her as long as either of them could stand it even as he egged her on. He backed off the bed and moved over to rummage in the tool box he carried to and from his work shifts. “Ah, here it is. I made you something.”
It was small in his capable hands and Scotty held it up so she could get a good look. Gaila grinned wider as she realized what he’d done. “A vacuum pump?”
“Automatic suction, safety release after increasing increments of five minutes - set by the remote - safe for extended wear.” If he sounded proud, well, he was. It had been a tricky bit of engineering but an even trickier bit of keeping the project secret from her and from his work crews. There were enough rumors floating around about the insatiable Miss Gaila for his preferences, after all, no matter how much the admiring and curious looks were good for his ego.
She reached for it and he handed it over gladly for her to examine. “How can I take it off if I need to?” Gaila didn’t raise her head from her study.
The mood suspended for the moment, Scotty kneeled on the bed beside her. “There’s a release here.” He guided her fingers to the emergency button. “Pop that, and the whole thing will fall off immediately.”
“Did you test it?” The question was only half teasing. They played safely.
He couldn’t stop the flush that rose even though he’d stopped feeling shame about what they got up to before they’d even moved in together. Scotty kept his dignity though, as best he could. “I wouldn’t give you an untried device.”
The light brush of her lips on his cheek made the color bloom across his face with more intensity - but he grinned back at her before plucking the device from her hand and reaching to spread her legs wide again.
“I thought it might provide you with a wee bit more incentive.” The device fitted to her clit to his satisfaction, Scotty sat back and tweaked one of her pert nipples himself, quite satisfied.
It ought to feel like there was nothing there at all. Until he turned it on. And she’d already be extra aware, extra sensitive with her pussy all clean shaven. She’d told him to push her to push him even more - they’d both win when they gave it up.
“Come on, lass. Let’s go get some dinner.” He dodged her glare with a merry chuckle of his own. “And let the games begin.”
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Scotty/Gaila
Rating: R
Summary: Scotty and Gaila like to play games with each other. This game calls for some genital torture (not nearly as hardcore as it sounds). (Saccharine like whoa, y'all. No explicit sex.)
Word count: ~2,000
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: Yes!
Author's Note: This is for a kink_bingo square "genital torture". Which isn't all about cock-and-ball torture - I had to take a different approach. In fact, I wasn't going to even use this square until I was talking about how I wasn't going to use it and had this Idea. So, yeah.
The Value of Play
It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, face down drunk against the table in their little kitchenette - shared quarters had their perks - with Gaila laughing and whispering merrily in his ear about how nice it would be if he shaved her pussy and if they played a game. Scotty liked playing games with Gaila, liked winning them and even liked losing them when the stakes were always so fine on either side.
They played with sensation, with teasing, with waiting. During one memorable shore leave on Risa, they had played with exactly how much Gaila’s Orion physiology could take; they had also played with calling it something other than a gang bang though the rhyming phrase appealed to Gaila’s humor.
She appealed to him, that she did. All green skin and red hair between her legs to match that on her head. He loved that red hair, as cliché as it was for a Scotsman. He didn’t mind admitting that.
But now… It had seemed like a good idea at the time but now Scotty was poised, old-fashioned razor in one hand, between Gaila’s spread thighs, and he wondered at just what she’d talked him into, led him to do just by crooking her little finger. Though he certainly wasn’t objecting to the position, all of her laid out for him on her back and smiling up at him with twinkling eyes and pouting mouth.
She had trimmed all of her pussy hair in preparation, red curls down the recycler before he’d gotten back from his shift, an hour late because of a transporter malfunction. The whole time he’d worked on the problem, she had been in the back of his mind. He’d almost burnt out a circuit, reversed polarity when he shouldn’t have, anticipating their plans.
But now that it came down to it, the fuzz she’d left behind lathered up with shaving cream and a wet towel in a bowl of warm water beside her hip, Scotty was sad to see her lovely little bush go. Still, with the rest of their plans before him, that didn’t stop him from bringing the razor carefully down, setting it against her skin, and dragging it - no, that wasn’t going to work like that. He settled his other hand down lower, exerted enough pressure to keep her skin taut.
“Like that, lassie, just like that. Stay still now.” Scotty’s voice cracked - his throat was dry and he didn’t remember how it had gotten that way. She was wet; if he moved his pinky over just a bit he could slide the tip of it between her labia and be drenched. She’d been wet when he’d laid her down, arranged her limbs so he could see what she’d already accomplished.
Gaila whimpered. Of all their games, the ones that required her to be still and patient were the hardest. “Won’t you hurry up, baby?” Her fingers clenched restlessly in the sheets that were twisted under her body. She’d been the one to explain the best way to treat her skin, what it would feel like, how her whole cunt would throb while he worked on her. That… certainly seemed to be the case, Scotty thought, based on the brightness of her cheeks and the pace of her breath.
“Oh, not even a little tiny bit there, lass. This razor’s sharp and I’m fond of that pretty green pussy.” It wouldn’t do to hurt her, not in any way that wasn’t pleasure at the end of it. Not that they played all that much with pain anyway. Scotty didn’t really have the stomach for it and Gaila said she loved him for it.
Scotty spared a thought for imagining a need to call Sickbay; McCoy would have his hide for playing too rough with a lady. And Scotty would let him, would feel like he deserved it if their games ever went awry that way. He shook his head.
“No, this is careful work for a careful hand.” Scotty suited action to words, shifting at the scrape of the razor over her pubic mound. He was hard, couldn’t help it, could only ignore it because there were other things more deserving of his attention at the moment. He wiped the blade clean on the towel, then made another pass over fresh territory. The shiny metal glided slow and easy over her skin. He’d make another pass with more shaving cream - wouldn’t do to shave back over without more lubrication. Too much chance of a rash that way.
The skin being revealed, still streaked with white in a way that helped his erection a little further right along, was fresh and grassy green, a spring green, a slightly paler green than the other shades that made her up: the color of tender and vulnerable, Scotty thought.
It didn’t take as much as a thought for him to lean down, kiss at the nakedness of it. “So pretty, my girlie, my lass.” Gaila liked it when he talked to her. She said it made it easier to be still when she needed to be still, such a foreign concept to her - Gaila was always in motion, everything was a dance with her. “You be still now, just like that, stay still, and I’ll do my work here just the way it’s needed.”
It struck him then, while he worked slow and methodical - in complete opposition to his usual frenetic style in Engineering - with careful strokes of the razor until she was smooth and hairless, that when this game was through, he might enjoy the same kind of treatment. Without the rest of it, though - Scotty’s limits weren’t quite as liberal as Gaila’s, no matter how satisfying it could be to watch her push up against them. But her skin was so soft under his fingers as he checked his work. And she was pushing up against them now. He laid the flat of his hand on her belly and just sat for a short spell, let her calm back down.
“We’re getting there now, getting close.” Now the delicate work around her labia. He crouched closer to get a better angle and the scent of her made his mouth water. She was sweet and sour when he went down on her, like salted cherries under his tongue. He’d get a mouthful of shaving cream if he gave into this time, though, so he didn’t - the stuff wasn’t toxic but there was just no reason. Her skin glinted with her own moisture. Scotty tended to his work with the same attention to detail that characterized his leaps of brilliance. “You know how good you smell, girlie, but I’m not giving in to your ways just yet. Be a shame if you won that easily.”
Gaila’s laugh was half desperate; lust denied was near painful for her. “Then get on with it. Go on, Montgomery, get it done.”
Everyone else called him Scotty. But she liked the extra syllables of his proper name, liked the significance of being the only one to call him that - she’d explained names and their place in Orion Prime but he’d been too caught up in the cunning crease of her inner elbow that night to remember all the detail of it.
“Always in a hurry. You’re right pushy.” His pace was as steady as his hands. Scotty shouldered her legs further apart so he could reach everything. “Show me some patience, lass, and you’ll get what you want.” The razor was sharp - it was doing its job and he hadn’t nicked her yet. Her asshole was a tight furl of forest green. He’d had her there, paused to admire the give of her muscles stretched around his cock before he’d fucked her until she screamed into the pillow under her face. Good night, that one.
One of her clever hands released the sheet and crept down her belly. He sat up to slap it away. “Now you’re just trying to cheat, my love.” He wiped her clean with the towel, took extra care to make sure he’d not left any rough patches. Then he took care simply because he liked to touch her. “Like a rose petal, you are.”
Gaila giggled even as her hands tested it herself - keeping careful distance from any place he’d want to smack her away from. “Wait until it starts to grow back - you won’t say that when you have stubble burn on your face.”
He’d live with it. This was too much fun in the meantime. Scotty slapped at her hands again. “You stop that. No means no. Tell me the rules.” He reached for the lotion she kept on her bedside table, squeezed out a dollop to rub in and soothe the sensitive skin. Nothing that would sting, just products safe for humans and Orions both, at least according to the label.
The face she made at him was all wrinkled nose and crossed eyes even as she sighed happily at the cool feel of the lotion. But Gaila moved her hands; she cupped her own breasts and tweaked her nipples between her knuckles. “No orgasms until I can convince you to let me give you one. No pheromones because that wouldn’t be fair. I can touch everything but your cock and I can’t touch myself.” At the last, she rolled her eyes and released her breasts.
Scotty nodded. She’d come up with the rules herself, he was just here to play along, to resist her as long as either of them could stand it even as he egged her on. He backed off the bed and moved over to rummage in the tool box he carried to and from his work shifts. “Ah, here it is. I made you something.”
It was small in his capable hands and Scotty held it up so she could get a good look. Gaila grinned wider as she realized what he’d done. “A vacuum pump?”
“Automatic suction, safety release after increasing increments of five minutes - set by the remote - safe for extended wear.” If he sounded proud, well, he was. It had been a tricky bit of engineering but an even trickier bit of keeping the project secret from her and from his work crews. There were enough rumors floating around about the insatiable Miss Gaila for his preferences, after all, no matter how much the admiring and curious looks were good for his ego.
She reached for it and he handed it over gladly for her to examine. “How can I take it off if I need to?” Gaila didn’t raise her head from her study.
The mood suspended for the moment, Scotty kneeled on the bed beside her. “There’s a release here.” He guided her fingers to the emergency button. “Pop that, and the whole thing will fall off immediately.”
“Did you test it?” The question was only half teasing. They played safely.
He couldn’t stop the flush that rose even though he’d stopped feeling shame about what they got up to before they’d even moved in together. Scotty kept his dignity though, as best he could. “I wouldn’t give you an untried device.”
The light brush of her lips on his cheek made the color bloom across his face with more intensity - but he grinned back at her before plucking the device from her hand and reaching to spread her legs wide again.
“I thought it might provide you with a wee bit more incentive.” The device fitted to her clit to his satisfaction, Scotty sat back and tweaked one of her pert nipples himself, quite satisfied.
It ought to feel like there was nothing there at all. Until he turned it on. And she’d already be extra aware, extra sensitive with her pussy all clean shaven. She’d told him to push her to push him even more - they’d both win when they gave it up.
“Come on, lass. Let’s go get some dinner.” He dodged her glare with a merry chuckle of his own. “And let the games begin.”