FIC - Sunflower
TITLE: Sunflower
AUTHOR breebree16
RATING: heavy R (sex zomg!)
SUMMARY: She is in the ocean, bobbing and ebbing on the waves. His name comes out of her mouth in short breaths, tiny murmurs.
SPOILERS: If you are a member of this community, I highly doubt this story will spoil anything.
He hooks his thumbs under the string of her bikini pulling the fabric down, past her thighs, over he knees, off her feet. He kisses her belly, under her navel his hands rest on her hips fingers making tiny circles. When he goes down on her, kissing and even nipping a little bit at her most private and delicate parts, she feels as if she is floating. She is in the ocean, bobbing and ebbing on the waves. His name comes out of her mouth in short breaths, tiny murmurs.
He moves up her body, trailing his lips up her belly again, in between her breasts. He is in constant awe of her beauty; her skin, dark, contrast to his, the color of maple, her breasts, small yet still perfectly shaped even as she lays flat. There is a scar on her rib cage, a whitish birth mark on her hip. The closer his head moves up her body, she reaches out, running her long fingers over the pointed tips of his ears, down his neck sending a quiver down his spine.
She touches his face, lingers tracing along his jawline, thumb running over his bottom lip. Sometimes it's like this, slow and tender, but always passionate. He moves inside her with such precision, such care and touches her along the neck, down the shoulders, pressing down on the right nerves, enhancing her experience.
When she comes, she scratches down his back, deeply knowing that she will leave marks. His breaths are hot in her ear as he follows, softly whispering her name: "Nyota," he says, holding her tightly. She wears a lazy grin as she catches her breath. He flops on the other side of the bed, resting his head on the feather filled pillow. "I gather," he pants. "You were completely satisfied?"
"Yes," she assures, touching the center of his chest.
He nods, taking a breath.
The sun will be rising soon, or it would be if they were on a planet. She will get up to shower, he will inevitably join her. For now they rest, basking. There was another lover before her, another human, but it was nothing the way it is with Nyota. The other woman knew nothing of his world, of his pain, she did not understand him the Nyota does.
"Lights," she says, and they go down. She pulls a sheet over their bodies. In these moments, she does not really think, she revels in pleasure, feeling as if her body is physically glowing. He will lay there and ponder, she knows this, his mind never shuts down. "The stars are beautiful tonight." she points towards the port-hole at the vast blanket of darkness dotted with tiny spots of light. They are passing an outer part spiral of a galaxy that is light years away; a purplish green flow surrounded it, not unlike the Milky Way.
"Yes," he agrees, looking out with her. "We are passing by the Sunflower Galaxy." He leans over and points at the shape. "If you look closely you can just barely see Kepler." A tiny planet glows brightly. He brings his arm down, draping it across her waist. He kisses her shoulder.
She shifts in the bed, rolling to face him. Her hair falls in her face, coming down like water. She touches his chest, feeling his heart beat just beneath her finger tips. "Come to me tomorrow night."
"Of course," he answers, touching her hair. It is like silk between his finger. He will do anything that she asks of him. Their bond is unbreakable. He hopes that she knows this. "I," he begins, but as usual the words fail him, lost on the wind so to speak. Since meeting Nyota, he has let his humanity come to the surface more, but somethings he still finds difficult to articulate, express.
Nyota smiles sweetly at him, resting her palm on the side of his face. She lightly kisses him. He kisses back, tugging at her lips. "Sleep well, Spock," she tells him. He will, he knows, but only with her at his side.
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No real meaning here, just a scene that popped into my head. So there you go.
AUTHOR breebree16
RATING: heavy R (sex zomg!)
SUMMARY: She is in the ocean, bobbing and ebbing on the waves. His name comes out of her mouth in short breaths, tiny murmurs.
SPOILERS: If you are a member of this community, I highly doubt this story will spoil anything.
He hooks his thumbs under the string of her bikini pulling the fabric down, past her thighs, over he knees, off her feet. He kisses her belly, under her navel his hands rest on her hips fingers making tiny circles. When he goes down on her, kissing and even nipping a little bit at her most private and delicate parts, she feels as if she is floating. She is in the ocean, bobbing and ebbing on the waves. His name comes out of her mouth in short breaths, tiny murmurs.
He moves up her body, trailing his lips up her belly again, in between her breasts. He is in constant awe of her beauty; her skin, dark, contrast to his, the color of maple, her breasts, small yet still perfectly shaped even as she lays flat. There is a scar on her rib cage, a whitish birth mark on her hip. The closer his head moves up her body, she reaches out, running her long fingers over the pointed tips of his ears, down his neck sending a quiver down his spine.
She touches his face, lingers tracing along his jawline, thumb running over his bottom lip. Sometimes it's like this, slow and tender, but always passionate. He moves inside her with such precision, such care and touches her along the neck, down the shoulders, pressing down on the right nerves, enhancing her experience.
When she comes, she scratches down his back, deeply knowing that she will leave marks. His breaths are hot in her ear as he follows, softly whispering her name: "Nyota," he says, holding her tightly. She wears a lazy grin as she catches her breath. He flops on the other side of the bed, resting his head on the feather filled pillow. "I gather," he pants. "You were completely satisfied?"
"Yes," she assures, touching the center of his chest.
He nods, taking a breath.
The sun will be rising soon, or it would be if they were on a planet. She will get up to shower, he will inevitably join her. For now they rest, basking. There was another lover before her, another human, but it was nothing the way it is with Nyota. The other woman knew nothing of his world, of his pain, she did not understand him the Nyota does.
"Lights," she says, and they go down. She pulls a sheet over their bodies. In these moments, she does not really think, she revels in pleasure, feeling as if her body is physically glowing. He will lay there and ponder, she knows this, his mind never shuts down. "The stars are beautiful tonight." she points towards the port-hole at the vast blanket of darkness dotted with tiny spots of light. They are passing an outer part spiral of a galaxy that is light years away; a purplish green flow surrounded it, not unlike the Milky Way.
"Yes," he agrees, looking out with her. "We are passing by the Sunflower Galaxy." He leans over and points at the shape. "If you look closely you can just barely see Kepler." A tiny planet glows brightly. He brings his arm down, draping it across her waist. He kisses her shoulder.
She shifts in the bed, rolling to face him. Her hair falls in her face, coming down like water. She touches his chest, feeling his heart beat just beneath her finger tips. "Come to me tomorrow night."
"Of course," he answers, touching her hair. It is like silk between his finger. He will do anything that she asks of him. Their bond is unbreakable. He hopes that she knows this. "I," he begins, but as usual the words fail him, lost on the wind so to speak. Since meeting Nyota, he has let his humanity come to the surface more, but somethings he still finds difficult to articulate, express.
Nyota smiles sweetly at him, resting her palm on the side of his face. She lightly kisses him. He kisses back, tugging at her lips. "Sleep well, Spock," she tells him. He will, he knows, but only with her at his side.
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No real meaning here, just a scene that popped into my head. So there you go.