The wounded warrior finds her heart - Part 2 (18+)
Posted on 28 Nov 2024 @ 1:09pm by Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor & Ensign Amanda Turell
Edited on on 04 Dec 2024 @ 8:48pm
4,913 words; about a 25 minute read
Mission:
Episode 20 - Reconstruction
Location: Regula One - Level 17, Promenade
Timeline: MD06 - 2200hrs
Previous:
Amanda laughed. "So that's your plan, ply a girl with cheap vodka and some sight seeing and then try and get in her pants." Her tone was very light hearted though, it had been some time before the injury that shelved her for a year that she last shared a bed with someone.
"In the nutshell. Yes." Sergei readily agreed. "You're here on leave. I don't have the luxury of time, and they say fortune favors the bold." He shrugged in a 'what can ya do' kind of manner. "So...is it working?"
"Maybe," Amanda found herself saying, she lay down on the grass. "I may need a little more persuading."
ON:
Sergei smiled, but his smile turned more serious after her comment and relaxation into the carpet of moss. He moved closer, now looking down at her and gently--almost hesitantly--ran the backs of his fingers over the side of her face. "You are a beautiful woman, Amanda. If I were to try to kiss you, you would not hurt me too badly, would you?"
Forcing herself not to react badly to him running his fingers across her face Amanda smiled slightly. "That depends, if you're any good at it."
Sergei laughed good-naturedly at Amanda's comment. "I'd like to think I'm somewhat proficient in it. I've never gotten any complaints anyway..." His voice trailed off as he leaned down and he softly brushed her lips with his own; tentative in his own right at first. Finding no immediate resistance, Sergei leaned in further and deepened the kiss, his mouth moving against her soft lips that still tasted of hints of vodka. The free hand that had brushed her cheek moved lower running along the line of her jaw till it met her ear and then dove into the silken locks of her hair that splayed like silk beneath her.
Amanda's body flushed with heat when Sergei's lips met hers fully for the first time, she was hesitant at first but after a few moments began to return the kiss. As his hands explored her hair one of hers went to his body feeling the muscles around his chest and stomach through his shirt.
Her touch on his body was the answer he had been waiting for. Sergei deepened the kiss, coaxing Amanda's mouth to move with him. Once she started to relax into the kiss, he came to realize that she was a good kisser, too. He considered removing his hand from her hair to trail down her neck and collarbone, to cup her rather entice breast, but thought better of it. Such gentleman.
He slowly pulled away, and looked down upon Amanda's kiss-swollen lips and smiled softly. "This place is not private. If...If I did a decent enough job with the kiss you want to maybe do it more, we can go to my quarters. I have vodka. Good stuff. Not the shit they sell at the bar. From my home." Shit. He was babbling.
Amanda took a deep breath after Sergei broke the kiss and smiled up at him, this was her last chance to call it off, to give in to her caution and head back to her quarters. "I don't know, it could be fun to potentially get caught here." She said not quite expecting those words to come from her mouth. "I hope your quarters aren't on the opposite side of this station."
Sergei laughed in a rich baritone. Fun getting caught? She had no idea..."My quarters are a deck above us...a small turbolift ride followed by a long walk down a dank and foreboding corridor--wait...that sounds rather ominous, but for full disclosure, a section of lighting is out and engineering has been dragging feets to repair. I can assure you it's safe...shit." He ran his hand through the messy waves in self-consciousness.
Amanda laughed too. "You're cute when you're babbling." She offered him her left hand, "Shall we?"
"Cute? Like kitten? You wound me, Malishka." Sergei responded, mirth quite visible in his eyes. He stood up from the mossy carpet and took her extended hand to haul her up to standing, but he didn't readily let it go. It was a strong, capable hand - not delicate at all. However, Sergei didn't like delicate things. He was raised in a world where one had to be strong and resourceful to survive...delicate things had to remain behind locked cabinet doors to remain safe.
"Follow me." He led her out of the arboretum to the nearest turbolift. It was a short trip up a deck, and then the long walk down to his quarters. The damned lights were still broken. "You aren't allergic to cats, are you?" Sergei asked suddenly, remembering his absolute unit of a feline, Murka, no doubt sitting on the back of his couch judging everything she surveyed.
The turbolift and the walk were relatively quiet both wanting to play it cool until they got to his quarters. "Cats.. not that I'm aware of." Amanda replied.
"Good. Murka is not a people cat, mostly. She shouldn't bother you." He led her to the door that belonged to his little slice of the world and keyed in the code for the door to open. It did so with a grinding sound and didn't retract fully. "I might feel embarrassed by this, but it reflects on the maintenance crew, not me. I just break up botanists. Please, enter. Have a seat where you like; I'll grab the vodka and some glasses." He let her enter first and then came in behind and walked over to a small kitchenette in the postcard-sized main living space that held a small couch, low table, and a bookshelf in the corner crammed with books and knick knacks of random descriptions. On the back of the couch perched a portly looking British short hair cat, with amber eyes and a dilute calico coat of orange, grey and white. The cat had resting bitch face down to a T. It stood and extended its front paws into a stretch, showing sharp claws that caught the dainty lace runner that had been placed over the back of the couch, before hopping down to the cushions and walking over to Amanda to 'inspect the intruder.'
Sergei returned to the low table and put out the half empty glass bottle with two shot glasses and poured a measure into each one before handing it to her. "Tell me what you think." He said with a soft smile. Not everyone got the option to sample the 'good stuff.'
When the door failed to open fully Amanda had her doubts but as she stepped inside they lessened, the place was clean and looked well kept, plus from what she could see he had the whole room to himself. "Not the best I have seen but far from the worst. At least you have the place to yourself." She said as the cat began to roam around her ankles. "Well not quite to yourself... hi Murka."
The cat circled and twined in an unusual manner--for Murka, anyway--scenting Amanda's legs while her multicolored tail quivered in happiness. Sergei looked down at the bastard cat who, right now, was making him look to be an absolute liar.
"Ignore her. She wants something. Possibly your soul...or scritches. You can never be too sure with Murka." He said to Amanda, handing her the shot glass and taking up his own. He motioned to her in a silent toast, and tossed the colorless alcohol back in a well-practiced motion.
Amanda bent down to give Murka a quick scritching on her back before taking the offered glass and knocking it back. "Yeahhh... that's definitely not the cheap stuff."
"I told you." He responded, stepping closer into her personal space and bringing his hands up and laid them against the feminine curve of her hips as if to anchor himself in her presence. "Now...where were we? More excellent kissing with yours truly?" The smile on his face was filled with all sorts of sinful promises...angelic it was not.
"It has been a while since I was this close to someone." Amanda said as he held her, slowly one hand went to cup one cheek and she leaned in to kiss him.
Well, it was ungentlemanly to refuse a lady, and her leaning in for a kiss was answer enough for him. "Hmm...this is a place of purgatory...until today..." He welcomed her kiss, and deepened it, as his hands roving up under her shirt to the soft skin of her abdomen for the purpose of removing the humorous shirt first drew him to her. With a gentle, but insistent tug, Sergei withdrew to pull her shirt up over her head.
"I hope you like scars." Amanda remarked when his hands went to the bottom of her shirt.
"Scars are just a road map of your life." Sergei said matter-of-factly as the shirt was pulled over her head and tossed to the side. Murka darted over to the castoff and began making biscuits on it, finding the offering satisfactory. He tugged his own shirt out of the tied off jumpsuit and pulled it off as well, revealing a lean figure with well-defined muscles and a number of tattoos of various subjects on his chest and arms.
Once done, he looked over her now revealed upper torso. Her breasts were concealed by a simple black bra, but the mystery of what was underneath the silken material called to him with the irresistible croon of a siren's song. Looking beyond those mounds of temptation he saw the series of scars along her right shoulder. Gently...tenderly, he reached out and traced the raised areas of flesh and softly said, "Krasivaya devushka..." (beautiful girl)
"A very dangerous life." Amanda said, she twitched away from his fingers briefly as they touched the scar tissue on her shoulder. "Orion pirates, Nausicaans, Tholian's, all took their toll." Sergei's body looked quite toned just as she'd thought it may have been when she touched it, several tattoos were the only marks on his muscular but not over the top body.
"Yes, so it would appear." He responded, pulling his hand away from her scars as it seemed to bother her for him to touch them. "I dealt with Romulans...and I was luckier than most." Sergei's hands drifted down her abdomen to her hips and he pulled her against him. "You are beautiful. Those are warrior's marks. You survived. That is good revenge to those who inflicted it." He leaned down and recaptured her mouth, cutting off any reply from her. One hand moved to the small of her back, continuing to press her close to him, while the other trailed back up her form to finally give into the irresistible desire to cup her breast through the simple bra she wore.
Reaching back behind Amanda unclipped her bra then slipped the straps off her shoulder, the only thing holding it on now was the hand cupping her breast. Her hands then moved to his stomach exploring the muscles that lay there.
He groaned as he felt her bra loosen. The vixen had undid her own bra! Quickly releasing her breast the offending piece of fabric dropped to the ground and he returned to his ministrations, firmly taking her more than a handful breast into his hand and kneading it while his thumb brushed over her stiffening nipple. His erection throbbed, a visceral pleading to be taken from the confines of his undergarments, but Sergei ignored it for now. This wasn't a solo run on the holodeck, and he didn't want to upset the vibe they had going. If he could survive the months of night and frigid cold, he could wait a little while longer to get his pants off.
The skin of Amanda's chest goose bumped as he took her breast in hand and she let out a light groan into his mouth when his thumb teased her nipple. She leaned her weight into him and without being able to look managed to kick off both of her shoes.
He felt her moving slightly and then heard the soft thumps of her shoes as they hit the deck grating. Breaking off the kiss, Sergei said in a somewhat breathless tone, "Shall I show you the rest of the place? I have a bed that will fit the both of us..." He waggled his eyebrows in what he hoped was a flirtatious manner.
"I hope it's not starfleet issue, I've spent a night in a foxhole that was more comfortable than them." Amanda said slightly breathless from the kissing herself.
Sergei shook his head no. "The last occupant upgraded the bedding. I think administrators not know it was here which was why I assigned this place." Grinning mischievously he took her by the hand and led her to the small alcove that held the promised large mattress that somewhat overfilled the space. Once at the foot of the bed, he playfully shoved her, and she felt akimbo onto the mattress, bouncing slightly. He looked down at her, his blue eyes soft, but hungry, as he untied the knot from the long sleeves of the jumpsuit he wore tied around his waist while kicking off his service boots.
"Take your pants off, Amanda. I'll tear that material if I try it. Don't ask how I know this." He commanded in a warm tone as he slipped the jumpsuit and his briefs off and kicked them away. He almost sighed audibly in relief once his rather uncomfortable erection had been freed of its confinement. Well...moment of truth, he supposed with gallows humor.
Amanda laughed as she was pushed onto the bed with just the right amount of force that she had no choice but to go with it. Shuffling up the bed a little she watched as he divested himself of the rest of his clothing and his reasonable length was displayed to her at full mast. 'Not too bad' she thought, lifting herself up slightly she slipped the top of her leggings past her bum and slowly pushed them down her long legs grabbing her socks and she went.
Sergei raised his closed fist to his mouth and bit lightly on his index finger, making a pleased sound as she divested the rest of her clothing and laid on his bed like some sort of moon...or rather planet-lit goddess. Amanda had curves in all the right places, high, full breasts, flared hips that he couldn't wait to get his hands on and legs...Bozhe moy! Legs that went on and on. He climbed onto the bed next to her, tracing his hand up her leg, hip, abdomen and finally settling again on the round swell of her breast. "Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are, Amanda?"
"Not recently." Amanda replied, chuckling at how cliche his question was. She slid her own hand up to her other breast and gave it a squeeze. "Size matters right?"
"Size, skill...lots of things matter, Malishka. You’re here with me...that's all that matters, right now." Sergei made a mental note; simple flattery got him nowhere with her...but his statement wasn't made to curry favor, it was just an honest observation on his part. Watching her fondle her own breast while he had possession of the other was rather hot. This girl was trouble with a capital T. No other way to look at it. Ah well. Life was short. Take the joys where you can.
"You're still overdressed..." he demurred as his hand--regretfully--left its current position and and trailed down to get in between the black fabric that snugged low on her hip and her skin. "Like a wrapped present." He gently, yet insistently pulled at her underwear until he felt her lift her hips slightly so he could more effectively pull them off of her. To get them completely off her legs, he'd have to walk back to the alpha quadrant. Sergei laughed at his own personal joke, finally getting the slip of fabric off without damaging the delicate garment. Back to business. He sidled back up to the side of her body and leaned over and recaptured her mouth in a passionate kiss, emulating with his tongue the physical act he wanted nothing more to perform with her in this moment.
The last barrier between them gone Amanda cupped Sergei's face with one hand as they shared another kiss, she opened her mouth a little to let his insistent tongue in. Her other hand traced a path around his pecks, through his abs and then lower to gently grip his firm manhood.
Sergei almost went cross-eyed as Amanda hand gripped him. What had he become during his exile, a born again virgin?! Oh, this wouldn't do. Turnabout was fair play, yes? Regretfully, he left her breast, silently promising that he would return to it, and trailed his hand down into the neatly trimmed curls to part the small folds already slick with arousal to stroke the small nub in a rhythmic manner, keeping time to the invasion of her mouth with his tongue.
Amanda let out a groan and her body flushed with heat as Sergei's fingers probed at her pussy, it had been far too long since someone had done that. She began to reciprocate his attention stroking his full length with her hand.
He continued his ministrations, adding a finger into her slick channel, and then two, curling his fingers in a come hither motion over a bundle of nerves inside of her knowing that if he could stimulate that spot just right then perhaps he would hear his name being torn from her lips. It was a hope, anyway. Meanwhile, her grip on his cock was becoming rather distracting...Bozhe, pozhaluysta, pomogi mne v posledniy raz! he silently prayed.
Forcing Sergei's mouth from hers Amanda breathed in a sharp breath followed by a moan, her back arching in pleasure when probing fingers made their way deep inside her vigorously searching for her G-spot. "Mmmmhhh keep doing that." She told him.
"Your wish...my command." Sergei responded in an equally breathless tone as he continued, watching her body respond to his insistent stroking. A woman was never as beautiful than when in this moment, in the moments building up to climax...and speaking of, "Blyat' Malishka, if you keep up what you're doing, I'm going to make a mess all over you." Already he could feel the tightening tension in him warning that it could all be over very soon.
Amanda let go of his cock. "We don't want that.. just yet." She told him with a sultry smile. Her arms moved behind her head relaxing into the bed as his fingers worked their magic at over a years worth of drought.
Crisis averted. For now. "I am glad we are in agreement." He replied with a mischievous smile. Oh, this was going to be so good, he just knew it! Her little sounds fueled him on, and he doubled down, stroking the tochka G' while he added his thumb against the nubbin, hopefully fueling even more pleasure for this goddess who graced his world tonight.
Sergei also made good on his promise to return to her luscious breasts, leaning down and licking her nipple before closing his mouth over it, using suction, tongue, and a little teeth, to stiffen it into a diamond hard peak.
When Sergei's hot lips and tongue met her nipple, more moans left Amanda's lips in quick succession, her legs gently writhed in delight.
He released her nipple with a wet sound, looking up at her slightly flushed cheeks and smiled encouragingly as he felt her begin to squirm. "Cum for me, Amanda," Sergei said intently, watching her with anticipation to see what she would look like when she shattered.
Grabbing his head in both hands Amanda forced him back onto her breasts not wanting him to stop. Her breathing became ragged as several more seconds of barrage from his fingers, teeth, lips and tongue forced her body to submit to the pleasure coursing through it. She released his head just in time for him to see her face cringe in delight as she orgasmed. "F***, so good."
Yes. That was it. The sound, the movement, hell even the smell - perfekt! He watched Amanda intently as she went through the 'movements' of climax and then the post-orgasm bliss that inevitably followed. "That was well worth the cost of admission, watching you..."
It was several long moments before Amanda began to regain her composure, her breathing returning to something resembling normal, looking up at him she grinned like a cheshire cat, "That was great Sergei."
Sergei studied Amanda's face, and was captivated by her smile. Men would kill to see a woman look up at them with such a satisfied expression...and what she said to him?! "It was my pleasure, Amanda." He replied in all seriousness, and was content--in the moment--to study her flushed face, with slightly glazed eyes still not completely focused on the present. This look of temporary abandon was so achingly arousing. "You going to show me great now?" He grinned with anticipation.
"It's only fair." Amanda said with a chuckle, she moved to the side a little then patted the bed beside her. "Lay down."
Who was he to deny a beautiful woman who just came so prettily for him? Sergei re-positioned himself so that he was laying flat on his back next to her. "Simple commands. So thoughtful," he replied in a humorous tone, while he waited to see just what Amanda had in store.
Rolling over and pushing herself onto her knee's Amanda moved forward and straddled Sergei's legs, she bent down and gave the tip of his cock a kiss and a little tickle with her tongue before shuffling forward till it rested against her belly.
Sergei groaned and barely restrained himself to keep still when she kissed and licked his oversensitive flesh. He looked up into Amanda's eyes and felt a sense of anticipation as she moved up his body till his member laid against her. It was close but not enough. God, he wanted to be inside of her - but he was also patient. Good things came to those who waited, yes? He ran his fingers up the lines of her legs to her hips while he awaited the next move.
Gently stroking him for a few more moments Amanda raised herself up, positioned his cock between her legs and gradually lowered herself onto it groaning as it slipped between her folds.
Sergei's head fell back and he gritted his teeth as she slowly took him into her tight channel. This would never get old. His gentle hold on her hips tightened a little as he urged her to begin riding his cock so that he could thrust up to match her rhythm.
A knee either side of his hips she began to ride him, slowly at first rising and falling in short bobs enjoying feelings she'd not had for some time. "Mmmhhh, you feel so good." She said, smiling down at him.
Sergei too, became focused on just how good this felt. It had been far too long since he had experienced the joys found in the arms of a woman. It appeared she had the rhythm well in hand, and he relinquished his hold from her hips and ran his hands along her skin until he recaptured her full breasts. He kneaded the firm mounds, paying special attention to her now hardened nipples. "Good...you...you too..." Sergei finally replied in kind.
"It has been too long since I had a nice man inside me." Amanda told him as he grabbed her tits, slowly she sped up riding him with more gusto.
As if her breasts were the gas pedal, once Sergei returned to his ministrations, Amanda increased her speed of movement, lending a delicious friction along his shaft as she rode up and down. It was just the right speed, just the right angle, just the right...everything. "Too long...yes." He agreed in a breathy voice, returning his hands to her hips, gripping her tightly to gain leverage to thrust against her fall, harder and harder. Then there it was; the sudden building in his groin, filling him with anticipation. With every stroke his sensitivity increased and he passed the point of no return, gritting his teeth and cording his neck muscles in an attempt for some control over what was coming. There was no controlling this.
Almost against his will--for the urge to prolong this interlude was a rather powerful thing--Sergei orgasmed against the relentless pace Amanda had set, and moaned primally as he came in spurts inside of her.
Sergei half laughed / half groaned as the last pulses of his orgasm gave way to a quite satisfied sense of physical satisfaction. "Shit, woman, I would do this with you anytime." He finally said in a content tone as he looked up at her face.
Breathing hard as she rode him, Amanda watched as the expression on his face changed dramatically and felt him swell inside her moments before he filled her. She'd hoped to get one more of her own out of him before he did but the night was still young, gradually she slowed down to a stop. "We're here for the next five days." Amanda said with a grin as she leaned down to lay against his chest.
The weight of Amanda against his chest was comforting, and Sergei lightly wrapped his arms about her and gently ran his palms slowly up and down her back in post-coital contentment. "We can get into a lot of trouble in five days, Malishka, but I would die a happy man." He replied.
"We certainly could get up to a lot of trouble in five days," Amanda said shuffling forward a little to kiss him she groaned lightly as he slipped out of her with a wet pop. "and then I'll be off in my ship again with no idea when we'll be back again."
Sergei replied with a Gallic shrug. "All we have is the moment. Let's not concern ourselves with the future, shall we? It often has ways of working itself out." He reached up and ran his hand down the side of her face, capturing her chin to bring it in for a soft peck. Murka finally decided to grace them with her presence as she hopped up on the sleeping platform and meowed in a grouchy tone, letting them both know how displeased she was at her subsequent dismissal so they could engage in whatever this was. She rubbed her chubby, tri-colored body against Amanda's ribs as she began her pacing up and down the bed.
"Murka, can't you see we're having a moment here?" Amanda said as the cat made her presence known again. She reached over to give her a little attention hoping to placate her for a little bit longer.
Sergei was a pragmatic sort. He wasn't one to read into things anymore than what they needed to be. Amanda appeared amenable to continue seeing him while Galileo was docked for shore leave. He was elated. That the cat seemed to approve, well, she was his first mistress and such things needed to be taken into consideration.
"So...what do you want to do next, Amanda?"
"How about we get another drink?" Amanda replied, giving him another quick peck she rolled off him onto her back.
"Absolutely, however, no going back tonight. Friends don't let friends return to their ship drunk." He reached up and put his arm behind his head, propping himself up just enough to look over at Amanda's body.
Amanda headed back into the living area and retrieved the bottle of vodka and both their glasses, heading back in she plopped herself onto the bed and poured them both a generous measure. "I think my Co would demote me if I came back drunk, you know she ordered every single drop of alcohol on the ship confiscated."
"Bozhe moi!" Sergei exclaimed in horror. No drinking?! Did their CO want the crew to go mad? "Oh, Malishka, I am sorry to hear this. When your ship comes back, I will have vodka for you." Sergei took the offered pour.
"I know, no drinking to a job well done," Amanda knocked the entire glass back in one hissing slightly as the alcohol burned her dry mouth. "no drinking to drown one's sorrows or forget bad memories."
"And worst of all, no drinking because it's 'Tuesday,' and there is nothing to celebrate." He downed his glass and grimaced slightly. That might have been a bit much to down in one go...
"Thankfully, today is not Tuesday...and there is much to celebrate." He held out his glass for another pour, which he told himself would be his last for the night...maybe.
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Sergei Zaigraev
Regula 1 - Station Security
[NPC by S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor]
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Ensign Amanda Turell
Security Officer
USS Galileo-A
[Pnpc Mimi]