bakerstreet | Forget adventure. Starfleet is all about romance.

Forget adventure. Starfleet is all about romance.

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DIVISIONS
01. COMMAND ★
02. SCIENCES ◎ incl. MEDICAL ✚
03. OPERATIONS ▼

PROMPTS
01. HQ/ACADEMY; Planetside in San Francisco. Ah, home! Get a beer, go to a meeting, it's good to have dirt under your feet. Isn't it? Meet someone new and have fun while off-duty!
02. YEOMAN LIFE; The Captain or Commander needs to sign off for something. You're their newly assigned yeoman, try to make a good first impression! ... And fail because your crush is starting to show.
03. AFTERMATH; Red alert is over (thank goodness!) but you were injured during the attack. The person that saved you was very professional and now you want to thank them ... in your own way.
04. MISSION; For whatever reason, you don't want that person to go down to the planet and damn the consequences if they can't understand why.
05. SYSTEM FAILURE; There are only so many ways to fuck up on a starship but you somehow managed it in front of the one person you wanted to impress. Is it a personal or public matter? Never mind, the humiliation is absolute.
06. TIME AND PLACE; Turbo-lifts, corridors, medical wings, shuttle bays. Who cares that you're on duty! Your shifts keep alternating and right now you can't keep your hands off that special someone when you might not see them again for days.
07. BITTERSWEET; One of you is safe, the other is not. Say goodbye to your lover because space is Disease and Danger wrapped up in Darkness and Silence.
08. AMBASSADOR; Maybe you're not a member of the Federation's Starfleet contingent at all! Are you a visiting dignitary? How exciting. And is everyone on this ship that cute?
09. VIEW-SCREEN; Though you may be light-years apart, technology keeps the romance strong.
10. SEX POLLEN; The oldest space-trope of all and a certifiable classic. Good luck getting it out of your system without a little help.
11. CLOSE QUARTERS; Sonics are down and filtration systems are on a conservation order until you reach the next starbase for repairs. Conserve water the old way and share a shower.
12. SECURITY BREACH; With the ship on lock-down you are trapped together in a single room and can't get out. Engineering reports that the doors will open in an hour, so there is no need to panic. In fact, this is the perfect opportunity to get to know your fellow detainee.
13. THE CONN; You have it! Now all you need is someone in your lap to share it.
14. XENO-KINK; Because everybody has one in space.
15. AYE, SIR; Power-play. Who said you were dismissed, officer?

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I'm taking that as y--[She squeaks, a terrible undignified noise for an ambassador, a huntress, and a general adult troll. Trying to squirm away is her first instinct. A stupid instinct, she feels, in hind sight. It's not like he can't follow her, he's not exactly bound by arm length]

Art! I mean--Psii--I mean stop, tickles!

Heheheheheh!

[Some more of that god awful sniggering and while he could just sit here and let his psionics do all the work, he follows after anyway just to try and push her against the bed. Those flickering lines of red and blue still press against her stomach.]

You uthed two nameth, good job. [As a reward, he presses his mouth against one side in place of the psionics, kissing along the skin.]

[She's breathless, giggling and squirming and while she's definitely the stronger of the two, she enjoys letting him press her back against the sheets. He has to know she could push him off but it's more fun to play along. Squirm without her full strength]

You're ser--[The sudden replacement catches her off guard and the squirming stills. When her brain catches up to her, her voice squeaks a bit.] Seriously into that two stuff, huh?

I have a kink. I'm not afraid to admit it.

[He keeps pushing her shirt up bit by bit as he follows along with his mouth, pausing somewhere near her sternum to glance up at her from beneath messily cut bangs. For some reason, he feels like he has to keep making sure she's okay with this.]

No three kink on your end then, huh?

[She smiling, eyes watching his slow progress even as her breath starts to come quicker. When he stops, she uses the opportunity to finally rid him of that shirt stuck somewhere around his ribs.]

I don't know...[She runs a hand through his messy hair and along the curve of a horn. She thinks about her lover somewhere out there, thinks about him here with them and how much he'd enjoy it.]

I could cultivate one.

Whoa-

[As the shirt is tugged over his head and past his horns, the result leaves behind his hair almost fluffed up. He starts to reach up to try and pat it down- he looks a nerd enough- when he suddenly feels her fingers at his scalp and along one horn. His own breath catches and he has to will himself to pay attention to the conversation again.]

Yeah? Let me know when it'sth cultivated then.

[One final push has her shirt as high as it'll go without them pulling it off, bunched up past her chest. He flashes her a sort of grin bordering on a smile before he continues his kisses up the middle of her chest. Energy flows along his palm, more of a warmth this time, and he has it follow up the side.]

[Maybe tomorrow she'll tell him about her mess of a quadrant, about Signless, but that's neither here nor there and he's still kissing up her chest. It's distracting.

That delicious warmth up her side soothes the instinctive reaction to curl away--it was just minutes ago he was tickling her after all. She relaxes, her thoughts a bit of a haze as she trails the hand down his neck and over onto his back.]

You'd have to stick around for that one. [Some part of her remember its just a fling, just one off, and he doesn't really need to know about Signless, he doesn't want this sort of teasing, her offers. That part of her is buried under alcohol and warm lips and touches]

[Stick around. Stick around. Does she actually want him to stick around? They're drunk, they're just drunk and stupid and fucking around.]

[...Could be nice to stick around.]

Yeah? How long ith thtick around? [He shifts his back up against her wandering palms, spine pressing up from beneath his skin. There's a part of him that's nervous of paying more attention to either one of her breasts, nervous of scraping badly with his teeth, but he still starts to tentatively kiss his way up one.]

[If he had mentioned why he was nervous, she would have laughed. Any attention is good attention as far as she was concerned, and wasn't he all about things in twos? As it is, she's running her fingers along his spine, tracing the shapes down until she meets fabric under her fingertips instead.]

How long? [Wait, she has to think about that, how long is he--and his teeth scrape her skin in just the right place to make her shudder]

What was I--right--you want me to do math while you're doing that? [She laughs, breathlessly]

Thure.

[He heaves himself up a bit more so he can look her in the eyes right, grinning. His hand settles on her chest, fingers tracing along like he's plotting out a course on a map, finding stars and planets and the universe in her skin. He leaves traces of psionic warm in the aftermath of his touch.]

Why not? I could do it, heheheh.

Says the fucking navigator.

[His touch is really unlike anything else and she wants to bask in it. It's certainly not helping the math problem in her head, balancing times and space and guesses]

Shit--a couple perigrees? More? Less? Stop making me do math you asshole. [There's warmth in her voice and her nails ghost up his side. It might be for the lovely sensation she hopes he likes or just to test if he's ticklish. Or it could be for both. Probably both]

I'm a fucking geniuth ith what I am.

[And it's not a lie. There's a reason so many people thought he would make a good Alternian Helmsman.]

I'm not even a little thorry. [He takes in a sharp breath at the faint touch of those nails, and sparks go off near the bases of his horns again.] Right, right- bite and claw.

[She laughs again, shifting up on one elbow and contorting herself enough to kiss him] Only if you like it. Or if you're being an asshole.

[She winks and it's interesting to the see the sparks so she does that again. Whoops, time to experiment with her psionic here.] Does every psionic spark when they get turned on? Or is that strictly an Artolo thing I'm witnessing here. Artolo the paragon of modesty.

Both ith an option, you realize.

[Aaand fuck she's found a weak spot. He takes in a shaky breath and tries not to spark. It fails. He's definitely sparking; it's something he's learned to tell from the way his horn-bases twitch.]

Pothibly an Artolo thing.

...Oh you like that.

[Oh oh oh that's the best thing in the world, right here, his face and the sparks. She runs her nails up and down in slow long passes. His face just gets better every time.]

This is a very very nice Artolo thing.

Did you thay 'very' two timeth jutht to meth with me?

[Is he flushing? He's almost definitely flushing. The tables have turned and he's a loser. He presses his face down against her chest like that might hide it, still sparking.]

Fuck, I might.

[It's a ridiculous reaction to something that feels nice, but he's, admittedly, a ridiculous person.]

No but messing with you is a nice perk.

[There's a feeling of power as she strokes her nails back and forth. One pass is a little harder, rougher, leaving lines of pale skin in their wake that are slow to fade.]

...I like seeing you turned on. [An awkward admission, but one that's true nonetheless]

Thith ith revenge- Fuck - for the tickling, ithn't it?

[He shifts his head to the side to press his mouth to her breast again, but it's absentminded. His real focus is the energy pressing at her skirts and leggings, tugging them down.]

How astute of you. It's purretty obvious.

[It's hard to mistake psionics for hands, the feeling is different and the warm tingle is unique. Uniquely pulling at her clothing, not needing the handholds or pesky things like space to move in.

Her nails falter and dig in as she shifts at the sensation of clothes moving all by themselves]

That's not fair, I can't even reach.

[The way those claws suddenly dig right in has him gasping, keening in the back of his throat and shivering. The sparks go all along her hip in time with the noises he makes until he calms down.]

That'sth cheating. [But he grins up at her, trying to ignore the way his bulges are shifting in his sheath. He's probably already wet, too. Damn.] Bethideth, you could alwayth flip me on my back, mith bodybuilder.

[She grins. The more she does, the more she learns, and the better he reacts. The little ways his control falters when something is particularly nice make her smile, make her admire, because the control is still there under the surface.

Note to self, make him lose control one day.]

Oh you're right. I can. [And she does, ignoring all the implications of her last thought and tossing him onto his back]

And while you're there~ [She starts tugging at his pants, ignoring the fact that her own lower garments are somewhere around her thighs.]

[Starfleet is no stranger to powerful women. Alternia is no stranger to powerful women. It is probably a sign of how he was raised that he finds it incredibly attractive to feel the way she moves him so easily, onto his back just like that and now she's over him with that smile on her face. His psionics flicker and wind up her arms in thin delicate lines, all kinetic excitement in the energy.]

And I didn't even get to finith. Thouldn't a diplomat have better mannerth?

[Not like this position matters to him when he can move things with a thought, still tugging at her clothes to get them out of the way and a soft flow of energy brushing up against her nook experimentally.]

[His own, as his pants are finally tugged off, is still just itself with his bulges still in their sheath. But it's wet enough just as it is from her kissing him and the way she's turned him on with even just this little display of strength, of dominance.]

[He always knew his weakness for muscles, hips, and take charge women was going to do him in someday.]

[She laughs, dipping down to kiss him even as her hands run back up his legs.]

Manners are for people I'm not in bed with. You can take it.

[There's a moment where it looks like she's about to say something else, but she feels the brush, tingling warm and strange. She can barely bite back a gasp but she can't stop the trembling that runs up her body. She's just starting to get wet, just starting to feel her bulge want to slide out, but she has control over that at least.]

I'd--I'd wondered if you used that during pailing. [Her smile is lopsided, a flush on her cheeks that betrays her excitement. Still, there's all that bare flesh beneath her and an impulse that has to be sated.]

[She kisses one knee, then trails upwards, hot kisses left in the wake until she reaches his hip. Then, with infinite care, she bites. Not hard, more like a play bite than anything that would cause damage. Not yet at least.]

[She'd wondered- He laughs, even as he runs his hand up to his face like that can stifle the way he's going so yellow.]

Everyone wonderth if a thionic doeth. Here'th the anthwer for the future. Every- [Oh. He didn't think he was particularly sensitive at his knee of all places, but she's sweet and warm and the action leaves his skin tingling. He has to repeat himself, even as he props himself up on one shoulder to watch her.]

Every thionic doeth if they aren't worried about blowing their partner up. Pretty- [He takes in a sharp breath between his teeth as she bites.] ..Pretty thure.

[With his other hand reaches over to dig his fingers past all that thick dark hair, nails against her scalp and going over to her hornbed. Purrbeast, right?]

[But she'd like that faint brush of psionics best, he's pretty sure, so he has it ripple up again and spread apart the folds of her nook as it passes.]

Aren't worried about blowing me up?

[She kisses again, where she bit, then bites oh so gently again. Oh--well there goes hiding that particular spot. When his nails graze there, she purrs. A genuine real purr that vibrates against his hip and makes her stretch against his legs]

Mn, if you want sex, you're not getting it if you do that. I'll fall asleep.

[She's in the process of another gentle nip when she feels the same psionic brush, only more concentrated. Intentional. The gentle nip comes away a bit harder, slicing open some skin there with too sharp fangs.]

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