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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And fuck you!

[But they're doing that, too, aren't they?]

[He'd probably be able to come up with something more witty or at least his usual brand of obnoxious humor if her chest and muscles and everything weren't utterly fucking with his head almost as bad as her bulge in his nook is. Just the feel of her is great. If she'd just pressed up against him in the bar, he can make no guarantee he wouldn't have come just like that.]

[It's bad enough, good enough, that sparks are leaping and crackling along the rumpled sheets of the bed, curling down until they threaten to tear it from the damn floor itself. He tries to get his voice to stop moaning and instead come up with actual understandable words.]

Dii- I'm not- fuck, II'm almotht there, thorry-

[If she was in the mood to notice his sparks beyond what's on her skin, she would be far more interested in seeing him put his money where his mouth is re: that whole piloting and pailing thing. Can he float them off the ground? Concerns for another day.]

[She manages words again, deep and not quite free of the tremble in her voice]

O-Oh good. Not just--[She bites her lip and a growl dissolves into a moan] Not just me.

Oh yay. [He's too breathless and giddy for his usual snigger, so it comes out high and strangled.] Jutht- fuck- fucked ath each other.

[It's hard to concentrate. It's so hard. But he digs his fingers into her hair like that'll keep him grounded and breathes in the smell of her deep into his lungs. His psionics are being wretched fucking bulgemunches- or maybe that's just his concentration shot to hell, but either way he has to force them to go where he wants them to go.]

[Eventually they follow through, however, coming back to crackle around her ankles and flow up one thigh. When they brush against her nook, her bulge, he muffles his yell by pressing his face into her shoulder because it's hitting him too.]

[Shit. Shit, she should feel it coming, she does feel it coming, but when it hits her, her mind just goes blank. Her eyes widen, breathing is unimportant, it's too much. Too much with everything else.]

Shit.

[Her hands are tearing holes in the sheets to either side of his head, her body tensed. The edge is right there, she can feel it, it's so close, she just wants to fall into it. Why isn't she. He just said he wouldn't last, and god it's so good.]

[Her breath is coming too fast, too hard. She bites her lip, trying to use the pain to keep her grounded but her hips jerk again when his psionics brush her nook again. Her teeth come away from her lip bloody]

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[And that's all it takes, that's all he needs, just the feel of her grinding down against him. There's no fighting against this moan, loud and wanting right against her ear as he clings to her with everything he can, from his fingertips to his fucking nook.]

[It's not an exaggeration because god knows how tightly he's squeezing down at her while, at the other end of business, his bulges squirm and tangle inside her own. He shakes as he comes, fingers and psionics alike twisting through her hair. He can feel his own genetics slipping down his bulges and filling his nook. It's only when the pleasure abides by a fraction does something come to mind and he's muttering against her jaw while his orgasm is still dragging him for a joyride.]

I am thuch a bulge, didn't get a fucking bucket, thorry..

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[Her hips roll automatically, quickly, and everything is tense and tight and--suddenly it all releases, he's coming and the sensation of being filled just doubles. She doesn't come with him, not quite, but it's within moments, as the whole experience washes over her.]

[The orgasm is almost too much, too intense, and he's getting a brand new bite on his shoulder, bloody and not exactly shallow as she rides it out. Her lips are yellow when she finally pulls away to breath, to relax. In the post-orgasm daze, she laughs, soft and shaky, at his remark.]

Don't use 'em...Not much. He's not into them. [She feels drained. In a good way. But an exhausted way]

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He?

[But it's really more of an afterthought, a muttered curiosity that isn't really important. Kismesis, maybe, or something. He's too happy and fuzzy headed to think on it. Instead, he just shifts a bit and makes a face when his bulges are slow to pull out.]

Aw thit, they're tangled again, of courthe they would be a pain in my nook- it'sth hot until you knot your own bulgeth together and then it'sth a goddamn trainwreck.

[She shifts a little, trying to slip off of him and sit beside him. She's aware she can be heavy, no reason to force him to put up with her compact bulk. Deceptive it had been called. Like a lead helium sphere.]

Aw it's still hot. Just ...[She giggles, watching his dilemma] Mn, and he's my quadrant mess.

[He finds himself shifting when she does, huffing between his fangs as he reaches down between his own legs to sort out the mess. If he uses his psionics, he's not sure he won't just get himself riled up again somehow even with how pleasantly spent he feels.]

That'sth jutht your alcohol talking. [But then he actually listens to what she says and gives an awkward pause, fingers still involved with his junk.]

...Oh. Am I fucking thomething up? Wait, no, jutht- one night thtand, right.

...I don't have to leave the block yet, 'tho, right, becauthe I am thtill pretty drunk and frethly fucked.

[She watches him a bit more intently, it's still ridiculous interesting how his mutation has manifested in so many ways. Then her eyes drag up to his face and she smiles]

Shush, he'll want to hear all about it.

[She leans over to kiss him, straight on the lips] I wouldn't be here with you if he would mind. You'd like him anyhow. Stay?

You've-

[Oh hi, that's a kiss. He blinks for a second before picking up where he left off. Sort of.]

Thee, you can't do that, I forget what I wath talking about. Altho, you lotht me and that ith very admirable considering I'm the navigator here.

[She rolls onto her back and stretches over the bed. It's like a pile but not, she muses, like a stationary pile without all the different textures and the ability to bury ones self in it.]

[Okay it's nothing like a pile and she should be paying slightly more attention. Lost him--right.]

Where did I lose you, oh navigator extraordinaire.

Your... whatever the hell he ith. What kind of troll doethn't mind another troll- I mean if I wath an alien I'd get it a little more, maybe, but how wouldn't he mind me?

[Being drunk is possibly making this a bit worse as he tries to figure it all out, makes him feel unsteady even for all that he's still laying down. He's drunk and his thighs are still covered in yellow and green, and he's trying to figure out if he's fucked up along the line somewhere. Something very basic finally comes floating by in his brain. He snags it before it has a chance to be forgotten.]

Ith thith thome thort of flipping thing?

[Wow she wanted to talk about this when she wasn't drunk off alcohol and good sex and the undeniable release of having someone close. She curls back on her side, faces him, hand reaching out to pap his cheek. She's the second worst person in the world at staying in one quadrant and it looks like he's getting a first hand lesson]

Sort of. Everything and nothing at once. We don't...I don't have a matesprit or a moirail or a kismesis. I have an everything but we also let each other have others.

[She pauses, unsure of the bombshell she is about to drop on her drunk little nerd. She takes his hand so he won't go.] You know of Signless right?

[Sounds like weird alien bullshit, to be honest, and that thought probably shows on his face. How do you have an "everything" quadrant? Humans do that, and probably some other races, but everyone knows they're weird as fuck anyway. Maybe it's a kink they picked up?]

[Despite how comfy it is on this bed and how inviting the sopor looks- he bets it's the good stuff too and not cheap standard regulation- he's starting to ponder trying to bolt the second she goes to sleep. He doesn't want to get mixed up in anything or-]

[Wait what name did she just say]

[His mismatched eyes go wide.]

Oh fuck. I fucked up. [It's a good thing she's taken his hand because he does try to roll off the bed. In his condition, he'd likely just land on his face.] I fucked up. I knew you and him worked together, but I didn't know you were a thing-

[She winces, keeping a hold of his hand and closing her eyes. Shit. She should have kept her mouth shut.] Shit--see--this always happens.

I didn't want--I wanted to tell you when I was sober and you were sober and I could explain why it's not a big deal and why he'd be happy I found someone out here while I'm alone and maybe you'd want to talk to him and--[Any confidence just seems to wilt away and she lets go of his hand]

Sorry. I should be upfront.

[That is the sound of him in fact landing on his face. That is also the sound of him swearing and the sight of his ass and nook in the air before he sort of flops sideways.]

Ow. Okay- fuck, hold on, I'll talk, really- thit, do you have a napkin or thomething, I think I'm bleeding.

[Oh--shit. Well. She should have kept a hand on him. Well--She gets up and wanders over to the bathroom. A tissue is forthcoming and she kneels beside him to hand it over wordlessly. Clothing has not been procured at any point here, more important matters]

[When she gets back, he's sitting crosslegged with his hands up to his nose. He hasn't gotten his clothes either, so it's alright. It's for losers, or people who have their lives together. The tissue taken gratefully before he starts to speak up, a little more nasally than usual.]

The, uh. The quadrant fuckery ithn't what'sth freaking me out, jutht for the record. I mean, it'sth weird ath fuck, but at leatht you have thomeone, or thomething.

[She hesitantly kneels beside him. She wants to reach out and help but it feels like it might be too much right now]

He's a normal troll, as much as me. Well normal aside from our quadrant things. And him being a mutant.

And him being the thavior of the troll race and face of the rebellion.

...I'm also kind of a savior of the troll race and also a face of the rebellion.

Yeah, but you're reachable.

[HOW MANY TIMES DOES HE HAVE TO SAY THIS DI]

[~~because this makes it twice now don't make him say it again~~]

Just because he's not here, doesn't mean I don't know how he thinks and what he'd approve of. I'm also his moirail remember? I have to put up with his dumbass ideas and I know he'd be okay with this. Do you want me to get him on the comm?

...You want me to talk to another famouth perthon who I have not yet had a chance to get drunk tho they can ignore all my fuck upth and while I'm firtht-pupation-ath-naked.

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a plus on my html there

html is a tricky beast

aaaand i broke my icons for this thread. double a plus there

/pats. It happens to everyone or at least I've done it

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