Making True on Promises (18+)

Posted on 25 Mar 2016 @ 1:03am by Command Master Chief Markum Quinn & Lieutenant JG Drusilla McCarthy

1,279 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 10 - Symposium
Location: USS Galileo: Quinn's Quarters
Timeline: MD82 - 1335 hrs

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As Markum unceremoniously dumped her onto their bed, Dru laughed as she brought herself up into a kneeling position, hooking her fingers into the man's belt loops as she pulled him in closer.

She didn't need to see his increased breathing, the redness of his cheeks nor the glint in his eye to know that her promise had gotten to him. He had carried her all of the way from the station, despite how weakened his body was and the whole way there...the woman had told him every tiny detail of what she planned to do with him once they got here.

"So...where do you want to start?"

Quinn took a couple deep breaths then looked down upon Dru. "That's up to you, you're the one that talked big on our way here." he replied playfully as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Tugging him once more until she had to tilt her head back to look up at the man, a playful smile tugged at her lips as her arms snaked around his waist, "We could start with a kiss....I missed the taste of your lips...the feel of them responsive beneath my own...."

Quinn gave a playful smile as he leaned in and kissed Dru, first softly, then more passionately as he playfully bit her lower lip. He then laid her back some and pressed himself against her while using his left hand to grab her right thigh and bring up her leg against him and he made a slow grinding motion against her. "I've missed you too. I want you, more than ever."

Dru couldn't stop the groan that passed her lips as she felt Markum's body pressed down again against hers. She had missed this...the emotions he evoked in her body and mind. He was like a drug and she was the addict, the woman just needed more and more. Her lips easily played with his as she hooked her leg around his waist. The bump where her baby lay was a hinderenc than anything else but the counsellor cared not.

Pushing her hips up harder against him, a second groan vibrated her her lips to his as she tried to possess him. "Markum...no ghra...make me yours..."

Quinn unzipped Dru's service jacket and removed it with ease as he then pulled her shirt off next. He then kissed the side of her neck and his hands moved down to undo her pants, while sliding a hand down to touch her moistness while attempting to pull off her pants.

It had been so long since she'd last been touched as so, weeks...months...either way when she felt the press of Markum's digits penetrate her lips, her world begun to grow hazy as she gave up on trying to decloth him. She had wanted slow and easy...enjoy each other now they could again but any thoughts also evapourated as her hips pushed up against her lover's hand, the moan leaving her lips giving every indication of the pleasure she was feeling.

Quinn undressed and moved to position himself atop of Dru while kissing her passionately and fondling her breasts and between her legs. Her gasps and moans were intoxicating to the man, and her touch only heightened his drive and lust. He brought his moistened hands to his now hard member and rubbed it teasingly against Dru's opening while nibbling on her neck and tickling her clit with his free hand.

Dru cried out as her hips tried to buckle upwards. She long ago forgotten how to process thoughts as her mind just screamed that she wanted Markum...needed him. Her arm locked around his neck as she refused to allow him to pull away for even a breath. Her lips continued the assault on his, her teeth nipping at his lower lip, her tongue tangling with his in an intimate dance, their lips damp and taking what they could. She needed this...she needed him.

Markum slid himself into Dru while returning each passionate moment back to her while he penetrated and slowly began thrusting and pulling back and repeating the motion, slowly at first. "I've missed you." he whispered as his hand went into her hair and tugged while feeling himself inside and atop of Dru. He needed her, wanted her, loved her.

Dru gasped at the sensation of Markum filing her almost to completion. How long had it been since they'd had each other this way...how long had it been since they last had been allowed to show the other truly how much they meant. How long had it been since they'd been allowed to just be with and in each other...too long was the answer.

Even with the baby in her womb between their bodies, Markum seemed to know how to set the pace, how to deepen the angle so as with each thrust the moved further and deeper within. Dru only response was to whisper his name over and over against his lips, pleading, begging, showing what he meant to her. All she wanted was this moment to never end, all the woman wanted was Markum...with him she was complete.

Her arms gripped tighter around his neck, responding to the muscles within her body that tightened in reaction. On one hand she never wanted this moment to end but on the other...she wanted Markum heart, body and soul emptied inside of her.

Markum continued with his thrusts, slowly building up to release himself within Dru. He could feel her tighten and her breath upon his skin was intoxicating, his hands and mouth feeling and tasting her skin, and sweat. Finally the excitement became unbearable and he could not hot back any longer. With determined thrusts, Quinn grabbed Dru's hair from the back of her head and as he placed his face into her neck and lightly bite her neck, Quinn released himself into Dru. He gave a long moan of sweet release and euphoria, still pushing into her, making sure he was fully spent before stopping.

The pull of her hair contradicted with the flood of need and want flooding her body as Dru felt Markum tense against her. In that single moment, their bodies were unison as one as her body reacted to his..reacted with his, releasing in the precise same moment as his.

Tilting her head back as her hips pushed up hard, Dru's lips parted in a silent scream as Markum's name caught in her chest. Unable to breath, the woman's fingers gripped against the man's biceps as nothing mattered beyond the release they found together; lost in the moment as the seconds ticked by, his body filling hers as her body clenched around his.

As seconds threatened to move into minutes, Dru finally found her voice as a sob left her lips, the same lips which instinctively sought Markum's for a long hard kiss, her legs keeping his body pinned to hers as the woman softly whispered her lover's name between each break of their loving kisses.

Markum held Dru and kissed her soft lips, allowing themselves the opportunity to cool off, embrace, and let their love grow. "I love you." he whispered.

As she felt the whisper of the words across her lips, hearing their meaning and the depth of what Markum felt for her; Dru's hand moved to ever so gently brush her fingertips again the man's cheek. "A chuisle mo chroí*. You are my world and my everything."

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CMCPO Markum Quinn
Chief of the Boat
USS Galileo

Lieutenant JG Drusilla McCarthy
Chief Counsellor
USS Galileo

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