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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[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.

Edited (html is a cruel mistress) 2014-09-19 03:44 (UTC)

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]

[If she'd just told him that she wants something a bit more, he could've done something about that- but right, bulge in mouth.]

[The parts of him that aren't concentrated at lacing lights and warmth against her body are fuzzy with pleasure, that warm wetness of her mouth. He remembers to scrape his nails along her scalp, tries not to shove his bulges down her throat. Mood killer if there ever was one.]

Taking- taking that drink from you... betht decithion I've made.

[Her eyes flutter open and meet his gaze. Her tongue twists, separates the bulges and slips between them again. She's having to learn so many new tricks and she's pleased to see she's rising to the challenge. Or at least, faking it well enough to have to worry about her psionic coming down her throat.

There were worse ways to go than drowning on genetic fluid, but she really wanted these inside her]

Mn--[She pulls back, slowly letting him slide from her mouth and grinning when the bulge twined around her tongue doesn't quite release before he's free]

And not staying in my room was mine. [She catches her breath and the hand that was at her own bulge comes up to run along his. It must make a nice picture, yellow on her lips, on her chin, her green on his bulge. It certainly feels like it to her]

[That's... an embarrassing noise he makes when she pulls her mouth away, fingers trembling in her hair. Even he's not sure what he'd call it. A whine-bark? A mix between an antlerbeast and a woofbeast making upset noises? Fucked if he knows. It's ridiculous either way.]

Not fair. Thasth- [His bulges are trying to tangle with each other just to feel some pleasure again, but her hand stops that and he has to squeeze his eyes shut.] -fuck I thould have thtayed on top.

[That is a bold-faced lie, especially with how he rolls his hips up into her grasp.]

Should you have? Your reaction says you like it right here.

[She presses her fingers between the bulges, grasps them slippery in her hands and strokes up. She licks her lips quietly and moans to herself as she watches him]

I could watch you all day but I--I would so much more prefer--fuck. [Her instincts are at war with her pretty diplomat words. She just wants him, why is she talking.]

[What's more attractive: her fingers at his bulge or the sound of her moaning? He has no idea, although the arch of his back says 'both'. He does know one thing: ]

Fuck me. [With his grip still in her hair, he tries to pull her closer in an effort to nip at her jawline.] Thpare me the pretty wordth and fuck me until I'm the one coming green.

[That shouldn't be as hot as it is. It is though. It's really hot and she crawls up his body. He gets to nip at her jawline, but she moves back to his lips, kissing him as she lines up.

It's the first soft wet touch that makes her moan again, just her bulge against his. It's almost too much, almost. He's just warmer than her, just a little, but it feels so hot with all this attention]

[The taste of his genetic material still lingering on her tongue should probably be a turn-off. It's not. It's hard to say if it's because he doesn't care, she's too hot for him to care, or because fucking finally. He hooks one of his legs around hers so he can press closer, his bulges so relieved to wrap around something that aren't one another. That's probably another embarrassing noise against her mouth, oops.]

[He pulls back just long enough to snigger and mutter-] Watch thith.

[Then it's back to kissing her again, split tongue trying to meet hers. That's not what he wants to show her, however. What he wants to show her is how one bulge twines tightly with hers, grinding and squeezing eagerly. The other slips down, pressing along and against the slit of her nook.]

[And they said sitting around playing with your bulge is a waste of time.]

[His embarrassing noise only prompts one of her own, because damn. Just. She feels like she won't last if things keep up this way, so heightened, so intense, so different. Its the feeling of two twining around her, its his tongue on hers, the psionics that had brought her this high. Everything combines exponentially. It's going to make her emotions bubble over.]

Watch wh--

[She only has a moment to ponder; is it his tongue, cause that's nice--and no. No it's not. Her bulge squeezes, her nook is wet, so wet, her eyes wide. The noise she makes is muffled between their lips, but its definitely not protesting.

Her bulge wants to be in two place, squeezed, twined above and slipping inside him as well and for the first time in her life, she can envy someone that ability.]

[Maybe it's a good thing his mouth is busy with something else, because that's probably another muffled snigger against her lips. It's easy to feel arrogantly pleased with how she's reacting. Easy to feel a softer kind of satisfaction too- normally he's not a people pleasing kind of person with how much he bickers with the rest of the crew. But her? Her with her muscular arms and scars that tell a story and welcoming smile, he wouldn't mind pleasing her whenever she wanted.]

[While that half of his mind is waxing poetic, his other half focuses on doing just that. He watches her own startled-overtaken-aroused expression through mismatched slits of red and blue; there's definitely a smirk on his face. His hands have to dig and press through all the hair until they're warm against the back of her neck as he keeps here there to kiss long and deep.]

[His bulges don't stay still either. Admittedly it's more because they're acting on instinct at this point than any actual brain imput. He gives a slight moan as one bulge feels that wetness against it even before its properly pressed inside, so he keeps grinding up against it just to tease her more even as his other tightens further. He's an asshole of teasing, but he doesn't think she minds.]

[At least her body has instincts, at least her bulge can dip back down and twist against him, squeeze in blissful retaliation to his own. Her mind is caught up in other things, other places, so far beyond doing something so complex as controlling her own bulge.]

[The kiss swallows a moan, a sigh, the noises she makes at the teasing and tormenting. It's horrible and amazing. She hates him as much as she loves him, with this intense torture. Pulling away from his lips is another torture in and of itself, but the parts of her that are stretched thin want to make themselves known ]

Fuck, just put it in, you bulgetease. [Her fangs are sharp and he gets first hand awareness of that as she bites down on his lip. Much further and he'd have two new piercings, but she stops just before]

[Because he is a spoiled brat, he makes a whine as she pulls away with his nose scrunched up. It's a good thing she bites down- it strangles the complaint in his throat into a moan.]

Thouldn't you thay "pleathe"? [His nails prick against the back of her neck, frenetic psionic energy flickering from his fingers down softly into her flesh.] Altho I'm a handthome bulgeteathe, thank you.

[But he can't lie... He's getting impatient for it too. So he tries to think, hard as it is in the moment, and shudders hard as he feels one bulge start to slip inside her. So worked up as the both of them are, so close in bloodcolor, and everything feels perfectly warm.]

Purrlease is fur pawple who don't have their bulge twisted around mine.

[The puns are too much brain power after a few moments as her mind moves to more important matters. Like the prickling warmth on her neck. Like the bulge sliding inside her. Her eyes flutter shut as her whole body seems to fight between tensing and relaxing]

O-Only you could do both at once. [And, as if to punctuate that compliment, she bites him again, this time on the neck. He's going to have a hard time explaining these bruises, especially given that they don't bruise easily.]

Heheheheh.

[Another snigger even as his head is lolling back and he's dragging in a breath just so he can feel even more her teeth against his skin. For a moment, he wonders how it'd feel to be in black with her, those muscular arms and sharp teeth insistent. It's a thought that gets swept away- it's too nice right now to be absorbed in something that feels so red.]

Geniuth. Told you- right? [He tries his best to remember how to scrape his hands down her back.]

Shut up you cocky little...[She's distracted by the warmth in her nook. It's so lovely. So close to her own but not. She wants to pull away from him, slide into his own, but he's stupidly intense and fixated.]

Little something. [She mumbles against his neck]

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whoops yesterday was a day where i didn't do anything but work sorry

hisses at work

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