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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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.]

I told you I'm a geniuth. [Maybe he should be a bit more modest... Naaaaah. He just laughs again, breathless.] I could pail and pilot the whole thip at the thame time if I wanted to. It'sth control-

[The gentle nips had been one thing, making his toes curl and his hips move up against them. The sharper bite has him jerk, hissing a bit as his fingers dig into her hair. It takes him a second before he grins down at her, all arrogance like he wasn't a fumbling mess through a conversation over drinks just a short while ago.]

...Eheheh. Gueth you don't have it.

[So of course he does another gentle roll of psionics against her nook.]

Oh now you're just being cocky. Purrfessional asshole.

[She's ready for the touch this time and her hips roll into it, like she's trying get closer to something that isn't really there. She closes her eyes and bites again, harder on purpose this time. It soothes her, in a way, gives her a thing to concentrate on. Her body really just wants to twine bulges and it takes a lot of willpower not to let it slide out quite yet]

Fuck you. See how you perform.

[Her lips have his blood on them, just a little, and they leave little imprints as she kisses down the curve of his hip. He's wet, she can tell already, and her tongue darts out to trace the slit of his nook, the sheath of his bulge]

[Should he be laughing this much during sex? Artolo decides he doesn't care and laughs anyway, digging both hands into her wild mane of hair as he lays back.]

You had your warning!

[It'd probably sound more cocky if his voice didn't do a funny kind of strangled hitch towards the end as a result of her bite. He should have expected that. He really should have. So in revenge he lets his psionics rake down her back nice and slow. It's hard to decide what he wants more, watching her lips against his skin or feeling all her hair against his palms.]

[He's still deciding which when he feels that tongue. There's no biting back a moan, sparks leaping from his fingers and against her own horns. The psionics on her back heat up in a flare of energy just a bit.]

Fuck me. [Whether that dazed statement is a simple swear or a request is up in the air.] I forgot- thit.

[His tongue darts out to flick at one of his fangs, nervous tic he can't get rid of.]

[Her back arches, she can't decide which way to move with his hands in her hair and psionics on her back. She shivers, panting when the sparks on her scalp and horns tingle. Her back is warm, everything is amazing]

You'll have to do better than that...[And her tongue darts out again, slipping between the folds of his nook and slowly exploring. A slow lick up each side and then one sliding inside. Not as deep or satisfying as a bulge, no real substitute, but her gaze turns up to meet his from beneath her mass of hair]

No, it'sth jutht, I meant to thay it before my pantsth came off, but-

[Even as he's trying to ramble out an explanation, however, one half of his brain is still focused on the really important matter at hand. It must be the obnoxiously nerdy part of his mind, too, because the lines of alternating blue and red are starting to be more organized than just flickers and broad strokes. They start to spread out like lines, spreading out and connecting with little bursts of energy against her skin each time they do. They start the form the first thing that comes to his mind, map of the system they're in. Not supposed to take your work to the 'coon but he's always been a disaster anyway.]

[But maps for space can't effectively be flat, can't be 2D, so the psionic energy starts to curl down from her back and around to her front, curves softly along the shape of her breasts and soft down against her hips.]

[He's still babbling a bit.]

-another mutation, and I know it thometimeth weirdth out even other trollth let alone other raceth, don't know if that'sth your thing but it'sth there and I thought I thould let you know- fuck you're good with your tongue, fucking purrbeatht-

[His knees are starting to draw up, just enough so that he can dig his toes into the sheets and roll his hips up towards her mouth with a shiver. It takes more concentration to keep his bulges inside than to guide his psionics.]

[Okay this was definitely in her top two strangest pails ever, but it was also in the top two best. The energy, the little sparks and the trailing lines are all over, amazing and the sensation, she can't describe it. It makes her want to arch against it, against the nothing and everything.

It feels a little unfair, that she's panting without a real touch, but she wouldn't trade it for the world. Her lick trails up over his bulge sheath and she pauses.]

If you're going to tell me you have two bulge, a. I already wondered that and b. can we fit them both inside me.

[She's forward okay]

...I don't think I can handle thith level of attractiveneth ath drunk ath I am.

[Because she is really hot, shit.]

[The sparks are hitting down around her ankles now, all nervousness and excitement, and he's actually... Feeling really good. He's never put much stock in luck, his own's always been so shitty sometimes, but she's this successful and beautiful and powerful troll in more ways than one who doesn't mind his weird and ridiculous mutations and... and... Fuck.]

[He takes in a deep breath through his nose to try and quell the shifting in his sheath, tries to gather his drunken scattered thoughts together. His eyes shift close but what's sight, anyway? He just feels things out- the way his psionics follow the curves and angles of her body. He lets the energy spark and jolt along her back and down the path of her spine. Between her legs, he lets it flare up against her nook but longer than all the times before, keeps it there as the energy goes against her sheathe and sinks right into flesh.]

[She laughs, cheek leaned against his thigh as she speaks. Her words are breathy, she's still panting, the world is still spinning a little.]

Don't quit on me now Art.

[She leans back in to kiss along the sheath, to press her tongue back between his folds, but the shiver and pulse down her spine makes her arch and pull away. It feels like too much, but it's nothing compared to the way he concentrates the energy, the way it presses against her nook. She breathes. It's all she can do right now, breath coming in bursts as she just forgets and--he doesn't stop]

Oh fuck. [Her bulge slides out, twisting, trying to twine around the feeling, the amazing feeling. She buries her face against his hip and her lips move aagainst his skin.]

I can't--what are you even...it's amazing. [Her voice is full of desire, sounds adoring and lustful all at once] Art.

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Heh.

[That's right. Those are the sort of noises he wants to hear. Because he wants to prove he's worth it for her, wants to show he can give in this. He's an asshole but he so badly wants her to feel good too.]

[So he keeps his eyes closed and stretches his fingers out in her hair absentmindedly as he keeps going. He can hear her bulge slip out, wet already, and just the thought makes him shiver more than her lips on his skin.]

Jutht have to let it dithperthe. [He mangles the word but doesn't hate himself for it. There's, for once, not enough of his mind for self loathing. He's focusing purely on her right now as his psionics reward her by lacing around that aching bulge. It's as solid as lightshows can get, which isn't really anything but heat as they are right now but maybe that's enough. Greenblood, that's just high enough for heat to feel good, he knows.]

[It's hearing his name that snaps him out of it- or maybe more how it's said. He's never heard it said like that by anyone. It makes his fingers tighten again in her hair and his eyes open wide, sparks traveling from them and up his horns again.]

[Down below, he can hear his bulges finally give way just a bit with the tip of one sliding out in a way that has him hiss, the other just barely visible further along it.]

[There's not a single part of her that thinks about the mess, about how her fluids drip onto the bed, how its going to stain and get an awkward conversation later. There's not room in her head, there's no room for thinking ahead, it feels too perfect, warm and pressed against her no matter how her bulge twists.

She forgets to breath again, when his fingers pull at her hair, just a little. It comes back in pants again. Desperate pants, like she can't get quite enough air for all the things her body needs to do, needs to process]

W-Wow. [She can hear his bulge slip out, wetly, and she managed to turn her head enough to watch. It'd be interesting if she wasn't busy thinking it was hot, having two, the way they must press against each other in the sheath. Impulsively, she licks the tip of the one furthest out.]

[It's going to be an awkward conversation towards both of them; there aren't many other crew on the ship who have yellow genetic material.]

[But he's not thinking about those kinds of things either. He's just grinning a little at how overwhelmed she is and yet still trying to take it all in. He'd ask if it's too much, but she doesn't seem bothered... just too turned on.]

[Of course, the ball always seems to be bouncing between their courts, and shit. His eyelashes flutter as she licks at him and he groans because one of his bulges has tightened around the other even as it's pulling further out for more of that wet touch. They need to be untangled or else he's going to end up getting himself off- one of the stupid drawbacks of two bulges is that they get all caught up in one another.]

[ It doesn't occur to her that he might have such problems. For now she doesn't help matters and slips her tongue around the tip. She swirls around it and looks up at him in what can almost be described as a daze.]

Very nice...

[Double fuck.]

[There's a small keening noise in the back of his throat, psionic energy popping along the back of her thighs in time with it.]

Thit, thit- you have, nnnn, an oral fixation. Or thomething.

Meowbe.

[ She pants and pulls her legs up under herself. She wants to move up, presses bulge to bulge, but his bulge in her mouth is nice and the reactions are ever nicer. ]

There it ith, there'th the fucking cat pun.

[It's really just complaining for the sake of complaining because he could put up with a dozen cat puns if it meant staying like this with her.]

[But he's not going to do nothing. There's still those psionics about her bulge, and he narrows his eyes a bit, knowing they're starting to tighten around the base of her bulge.]

[ She sucks this time, pulling him a little further into her mouth and trying to slip her tongue between his bulges. Slippery wet and only getting more so in her mouth, this isn't an easy task]

Mmhmn~ [Her only contribution as she looks up at hm through her hair. It's then that the sensations start to change. It's messing with her head, like a bulge is wrapped around her, but when she tries to twine back around it, she's left squirming and curling in on herself]

Fffffffuck.

[His head tosses back at the feeling of her just pulling him and he makes himself look back down again. The fact that she's looking up at him, fuck, it's hotter than it has any right to be. He can feel his bulges throbbing against one another- and then against something else that has him draw in a ragged gasp. His bulges press back, try to twine around this new addition, and he keens again.]

Paath- fuck it, Dii, that'sth tho good- [His psionics pulse against her bulge, a plea to continue.]

[She's had a bulge twine around her tongue before and it's always strange. Two is even more difficult, the way it twines makes her gag at first, but she relaxes. He's far too into it not to work past a stupid reflex.]

[A side effect of this position is the whole inability to speak, to moan aloud, express her approval. Her bulge is twisting in on itself, desperate for the contact it can't have.

A hand that was pressed against his hip disappears, only to against the psionics at her bulge, to let her twine around her fingers and the energy beneath them. Her whole body shudders and her eyes close at the sheer release of having something solid. Something that doesn't tease]

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