Joyride (Part 2 of 3) [18+]

Posted on 22 May 2024 @ 5:34pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor

2,697 words; about a 13 minute read

Mission: Episode 19 - Tomorrow's Galileo
Location: USS Galileo-A - Deck 4, Main Shuttlebay
Timeline: MD 04, 1909 hrs

Previously, on Joyride (Part 1)...

"Got a hyperspanner?" he asked, glancing to Sera's toolkit.

Sera followed and stopped short two paces behind him when he halted by the rear seating. Her attention remained on Lamar - she had seen enough shuttlecraft interiors that it held no specific interest for further inspection at the moment. The human male did, however.

"Of course. You did request one to affect modifications...unless this was a ruse?"

And Now, the Continuation...

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He rolled his eyes in a lighthearted fashion at the notion. "My old CO told me I could be pretty clever from time to time, but I'm no Romulan. We have plenty of them 'em here in the shuttlebay but since you're with me, thought it might save me a trip to the locker. I have to get these upper panels off before we start." In truth, he'd simply forgotten to fetch his maintenance kit before entering the Type 6. A bit too distracted by the ensign's alluring presence and their previous exchange. "But I did need you for that phase coil resonator. No lie, I promise."

"Very well." Sera replied, taking his reply at face value. She put her satchel down on the seat she was standing next too and turned her attention back to Lamar as he began removing the aforementioned panels. This was a rather unusual interaction to go from a proposition back to...well, business. As soon there was an opportune moment she would have to research human social interactions more thoroughly.

It didn't take long for the interior panels to come off and expose the sensitive areas of the upper-wing compartment where the small matter/anti-matter reactor was housed along with its magnetic constrictors and matter reactor injectors. He then reached up high on his toes and began to remove some of the ceiling panels with the help of Sera's hyperspanner, which was unfortunately a bit more time-consuming.

"So, did I pass your inspection a couple minutes ago?" he asked with a subtle unseen smile while he worked.

Sera had not been expecting Lamar to begin performing her engineering grunt work. It gave Sera nothing to do in the moment, so she instead focused her attention on his movements. He did not compare to a Vulcan in any meaningful manner.

His physical form and the way he moved was an fascinating thing to observe. Humans certainly had a strange grace about them. His inquiry jarred her out of her musings.

"In regards to your scent? You smell vaguely of yon-savas. Acidic and bright, and of things that are distinctly Terran that I have no names for. It is...exotic."

Von-savas? Food? he frowned and mistakenly focused his attention on the Vulcan after hearing the strange analogy. The panel above his head which he'd just finished unlocking suddenly dropped down onto the center of his scalp then bounced off his arm and to the deck. Shit. He rubbed the top of his cranium and its short hair.

Sera crouched down and picked up the panel. His expression shifted negatively just prior to getting hit. Had she responded his inquiry incorrectly? It was answered using a distinctly Vulcan perspective...Lamar most likely didn't understand, and Sera's attempt at explanation would no doubt be lost in translation.

"It would appear that you are distracted, Mr. Darius. Was my response to your inquiry unsatisfactory?"

"I-" Lamar contemplated an excuse for why he'd momentarily lost his concentration but it was a mere fleeting thought. "My fault. It's nothing you said wrong; I always heard your people don't like the smell of Humans. I guess von-savas is a compliment? Better than a few other of your words I know. Kind of hard to focus with a beautiful Vulcan woman in my shuttle." He'd turned back to her and now stepped closer just as she'd done to him prior. He discreetly inhaled through his nose and...didn't smell much of anything aside from the lingering fresh scent of the padded furniture inside the small support craft. Maybe he was missing some sort of technique to this, but now being in close proximity to her once again - less than a foot away - he stared into her pretty blue irises before glancing down to her full lips, back up to her eyes, then down again. His heart raced in his chest while his right hand unexpectedly reached out and settled gently along the side of her hip. He tilted his chin down and to the side...then leaned in to kiss her.

Sera wanted to give Lamar's reply the consideration it deserved, however when he stepped forward and reciprocated in taking in her scent, something rather curious occurred.

She wanted him in this moment. It must be the exhaustion, for this was not logical. It was certainly not convenient, all things considered. However, between Lamar's gaze and the unexpected, feather light pressure against her hip, she was reminded of his earlier words, "Since we're all about to die here in this future - or already died...why not make the best of it?"

Sera tilted her head back slightly as Lamar's leaned in to engage in a human response to physical desire. Kissing was not something she was accustomed to engaging in, but for the sake of an equal exchange, Sera was willing to invite an experience that would be without doubt for the stimulation of sensation. Surak could be damned.

Lamar's lips met hers, and the touch of his skin against hers sent an almost electrical current through her. Sera made a short trilling sound in response as her hands slid up his uniformed jacket, one stopping to grip his shoulder and the other snaking behind his neck to pull his head closer to hers, deepening the kiss.

He exhaled through his nose which sent a soft and warm nostril breath across the bottom of Sera's cheek while his tongue gently lapped against the engineer's while they explored each other. His other hand reached out behind her waist then descended to cup her rear end before slowly caressing the hidden curves which her uniform disguised. He deepened their kiss, gently pulling away in a teasing manner before again pressing his lips firmly against hers once more. And ever so slowly, he used his body position to move her against the shuttlecraft's bulkhead until her back was up against it.

Sera found herself rather neatly pinned between the bulkhead and Lamar’s body and did nothing to fight him. The male was dominant in her species as well and at least thus far nothing had been broken…yet. Scratch that. A tearing sound echoed through the enclosed space of the shuttle as Sera’s hands had reached down and broke the zipper of his jacket, exposing the crimson under tunic. Her dexterous hands slipped under the hem of his shirt contacting the toned flesh of his abdomen.

Humans broadcast their thoughts and emotions. Given their psi-null status—for the most part—having such mental control was an unnecessary skill for their species. However, for a touch telepath, it was like turning on music only to find that the volume had been turned all the way up. His excitement was a tangible thing, and she slid her hands to his back where sharp nails dug into his flesh to pull him closer...or perhaps to ground herself. Sera was uncertain.

The intimate sensations of her exploratory hands and nails commanded a desire to oblige with her unspoken request. Their initial impassioned kiss deepened then broke as he pulled back to discard the remains of his uniform jacket. He pulled his red undershirt up and over his head before tossing it to the side then expertly unbuckled his belt. Lamar wasn't quite the man he once was during his younger infantry days of the Dominion War but he still possessed a decently-muscular build. Several noticeable combat scars were now revealed along the base of his neck which were usually hidden by a collar, and each of his upper arms sported a distinctive tattoo - one of Starfleet's emblem and one of the Starfleet Marine Corps' anchor on the opposite shoulder. He stared back into Sera's beautiful eyes once more then down across the entire length of her body. "...Take off your uniform..." he half-demanded with quickened breaths.

Sera barely restrained a growl of displeasure as he suddenly broke the kiss and pulled away. However his withdrawal was forgiven as Lamar began to remove the layers of clothing exposing more of his flesh to her. She took in his economy of movements as he pulled his under tunic off in an easy motion, and the unbuckling of his belt initiated a particularly thrilling sensation to pool low in her pelvis.

Her eyes dilated into widening pools of black as she took in the muscular lines of his physical form and the permanent markings on his arms. The wound on his neck was particularly intriguing; her jaw ached to mark his flesh, but such an act announced ownership, and he was not hers.

"...Take off your uniform..."

Well, considering he had obliged her desire by removing the offending layers between her questing fingers and his softly-textured skin, Sera could think of any satisfactory reasons to not obey his command.

Finely trembling fingertips reached up and unzipped her jacket and let it drop to the ground behind her, already forgotten. She then pulled at the gold undershirt and pulled it slowly over her head, still cognizant enough to ensure that her carefully pinned braid remained in place. Then her hands pulled at the buckle at her waist, unbuckling it and undoing the closures on her pants let them drop to the ground and stepped out of legs as the fabric pooled at her feet.

Sera stood before him still as a statue, allowing Lamar the same opportunity to he had provided her. Her slender body was a contrast between sinewy long lines and subtle curves. It did not hold the softness of a human female's form. Small, high breasts were concealed under standard issue undergarments, and yet taught nipples peaked the stretchy fabric giving a visual demonstration of her arousal.

The skin at the juncture of her long neck and right shoulder held a scar of her own, a rather poorly mended mark that on first glance appeared to be a bite wound. Plasma burns also left subtle lacy marks on the backs of her hands which became more noticeable till they terminated mid forearm. It was a 'kiss from the core,' and was a more common injury amongst engineers.

"Am I acceptable to you?" Sera asked pointedly and raised a brow at just how husky her voice had become.

Holy Enterprise... were the only private words Lamar could muster to himself while he looked over her exquisite and slightly-foreign physique. It was beyond even his own highest expectations of what a woman could look like in his limited experience with Humans. She was...a physical specimen of beauty.

He stepped closer to her again, holding her eyes as he dropped his pants and pulled down his briefs to expose a large and thick member finally free from its painful constraints. His hands reached out to hold hers before he lightly ran his dark fingers over the scars; all the way up through her forearms, to her exposed shoulders, and then to her neck. She was like he was - an officer who bore the marks of her service.

Darius leaned forward to settle his forehead against hers then trapped her lips for a second time. He closed his eyes and again initiated a deep and passionate kiss full of desire. Her seductive question had gone unanswered but it didn't require a verbal reply.

Sera glanced down, curious to study his foreign anatomy, but as his hands touched hers - Sera's mind was overloaded by his primal arousal at her physical form that all under considerations fell away. His touch was a more truthful response than any words he could have spoken to her. Her eyelids fluttered, head fell back, and a surprised sound escaped her throat.

It was like mainlining an illicit substance - his touch was a rushing euphoria that borderlined teeth jarring in intensity. A ragged moan fought its way out of her gritted teeth and suddenly there was a reprieve as his fingers left her hands to trace invisible lines up her arms to take her by the neck.

Yes, yes...! The primitive part of her whispered seductively as Lamar's mouth covered hers. Instincts were beginning to override better judgement, and Sera suddenly gripped Lamar's arms and shoved him backwards onto the shuttle bench and then climbed into his lap and began grinding against him. Simultaneously, Sera bared her teeth in a predatory expression and grasped Lamar by the back of his neck to better position his head so that her mouth could more easily recapture his.

Darius had been a SFMC Orbital Drop Battalion platoon leader for several years throughout the Dominion War. In that time he'd wrestled and parlayed with the strongest of his men and women during training exercises. But the inherent Vulcan strength which Sera just exerted to suddenly push him back and onto the small sofa was exceptional. He now found himself sitting nude - aside from his boots - with wide and expectant eyes before she climbed atop him and their kiss resumed.

His hands reached up then forcefully ripped the back of her chest's undergarment free and discarded it before descending to caress her naked back to then do the same to her lower lingerie. Her grinding was a tease he mightily struggled to manage.

Lamar's mouth broke away from her lips to begin a slow trail of subsequent affections beginning from the side of her pointed ear to her neck and then down to one of her exposed breasts. He captured one of her firm nipples in his mouth then gently lapped his tongue across it before tugging against the flesh with suction and releasing it to produce an audible wet slop.

Gah! His ministrations along the pointed shell of her ear caused an eye-rolling sensation to overtake her senses. His mouth trailing down her neck to her breast was such a tease for a nip--or a bite--that did not come. For all of humanity's innate aggressiveness, there appeared to be a gentle, almost tender side to their mating strategies. It was bizarre...yet strangely comforting.

He would not knowingly hurt her. She just...knew. He wanted pleasure yes...but her pleasure as well. How alien! How...how arousing.

"I...I...may hurt you. I will not mean to." Sera said in-between panting breaths. She was not offering Lamar an out. What was the saying? That ship had sailed? Yes.

She reached down to lightly caress him, taking in the measure of his 'lok' by touch alone. How utterly decadent.

Her eyes locked on his as his mouth relinquished its hold on her nipple. Good.

"Glazhau na' nash-veh. Ha." (Look at me. Yes.) Sera purred in Vulkhansu, caressing the side of his face with her fingertips, finding the temptation to initiate a meld with him growing ever stronger, and with his UT across the room still attached to his jacket, Lamar had no idea exactly what she said to him. No matter.

Sera used her hand to angle his member so that he notched into the opening of the channel that led to her womb and slowly lowered herself down upon him. Even in this, she was direct - showing no hesitancy or shyness. What had been kindled must now burn to extinguishment. Her breathing rushed out between clenched teeth as she felt the temporary sting of his invasion.

"Os Oekon..." (Old Gods...)

To Be Continued...

[OFF]

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Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo-A

CWO3 Lamar Darius
Conn Officer
USS Galileo-A
[PNPC Tarin]

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