bakerstreet | fridays are for thirst

[He had taken one image upon request. One. A capture of himself, taken in the mirror, shirtless (technically nude, however nothing of note was visible due to the presence of his sink). It was to be sent to precisely one person and summarily deleted.

Then the Enterprise had a moment of unexpected turbulence, his finger had slipped, and he CC'd the ship. The entire ship. It was fortunate that Spock had spent the morning in meditation, otherwise the sensation of horror rising up the back of his throat might have overcome him.

He sent a followup message.

He could not, he reasoned, make the situation any worse.]

CC: @ all
Please disregard the previous message.

Who was that meant for?

[Because there is absolutely no way she is going to disregard that photo. Not in any universe.]

[It is astounding how his subconscious had clung onto the thread of hope that no one would open that mis-sent image. To have that hope dashed was inevitable and yet it still hit him with some force. Vulcans do not have panic attacks but his human half is putting in serious effort to change that.]

My former fiancee.

[Oh, that implied quite a lot of things he did not want implied.]

She requested it. [He swears.]

To use as a baseline for an automated search of her files. [Ostensibly.]

[At that first reply she has a hint of jealousy, but quickly shakes that away. It's much better to bask in the incredibly awkward situation instead.]

That's exactly why I ask for sexy photos of my ex's...

So requesting nudes for baseline research is something you're good for?

[The sheer magnitude of his embarassment is threatening to overcome him. It is fortunate nobody can see the high color that has spread across his neck and ears. This will get worse before it improves.

He resigns himself to pushing through.]

In the rare instance that my nudes will tangibly assist? [What is this sentence?] Yes.

[It's just nudity, this is fine. This is all fine.]

To refuse would be illogical.

You're very attractive. But I have already deleted the photo as it was not meant for me.

[She's not a creep. She had a cursory look before replying and when he made it clear it wasn't for her, she deleted it.]

Why did your engagement end?

[Enjoy that 180, Spock, it is hopefully less embarrassing.]

[The wash of gratitude he feels is intense enough that it would give a full human whiplash. He will have to express his thanks in person once this is...dealt with.]

Thank you. You are a good friend.

[As for T'Pring, that is a more complex matter, but comparatively much less harrowing. He's a private person by nature but, when the choice is between recognizing he's effectively sexually harassed the whole crew of the Enterprise or chatting about a messy breakup? He'll pick messy breakup every time.]

She felt that I had a preference and trust in my crew that outstripped my preference for and trust in her, despite her continuous support and understanding. Given my persistent misgivings about Vulcan society and my place in it and her life, I cannot assert that she is incorrect.

It is complicated.

While she has not ended our engagement formally, she has made it clear that we...should see other people. Indefinitely.

You're welcome.

[Stella would have been mortified to be in his position, so she can only respond the way she would want someone to respond to her.]

I'm sorry. Breakups are often complicated. For Starfleet, I imagine that your crew must come first during missions and deployment, especially as an officer.

You hold the responsibility for many lives.

I do.

However, in fairness to her, I can become mired in contemplating my own shortcomings. I did her a disservice and her reaction was well reasoned.

[Spock is the supportive ex, it's only logical. There is no merit in nursing slights, particularly not while he occupies a dangerous profession.]

She...offered to locate and seal sensitive images from her storage. Unfortunately, given the nature of the images, they are not indexed. A template for searching was required.

[Or she just wanted another to add to the collection. Spock cannot say. T'Pring had never lied to him. He would be surprised if she had suddenly decided to start.]

Given my misclick, however, there may be little point in sealing them.

[He's moving through resignation to acceptance.]

Everyone has shortcomings and finds their time to dwell on them.

[Like how mediocre Muse magic really in in the grand scheme of life.]

Ok, I'm laughing at how completely sensible that is. And also ridiculous because it's so sensible.

And apparently at the idea that you've sent many a nude in your time.

[He...had not meant to admit to that. But, of course, he had. It is not embarassing in the abstract. (Not as embarassing, at any rate.)]

As I previously stated: on the occasion that my nudes will assist, I do not object to sending them. [Is this Vulcan sass, is he being glib and sassy right now?]

Apart from this accidental mass text, I do not send them unsolicited. [He may have done once or twice, he cannot honestly recall.]

Usually.

[oh that is very sassy. She almost wishes he could see the look of surprised amusement on her face right now.]

That is very considerate of you, to be so helpful. [The sass is replied to in kind, apparently. Stella is quickly growing to quite like him.]

Do you ever request any in return?

[Up goes an eyebrow.]

It is not my place to confirm whether I have recieved any, but: yes, I have requested such images before.

As in all things: reciprocity is never a requirement but it is always appreciated.

[Even he's not sure how this became quite so teasing and light, but he's relieved to have moved on from his overarching horror. This is far and away preferrable to that.

Unfortunately, Spock has some decorum. His own privacy regarding nudes and the sending thereof is moot, given that he just sent her a nude (accidentally). Her privacy in this matter is still in-tact and requesting such information toes the line of unacceptable familiarity.]

I have requested such images spontaneously as well, though those instances are infrequent.

[Sometimes an accidental nude turns into flirting, it's just luck sometimes.]

Would you like something a bit teasing?

[Not a true nude, but something a bit more flirtatious and teasing to fit with their conversation. Though she will wait for consent. She doesn't want to try and force herself on him if he isn't interested.]

[This is not how he expected today to go. He considers momentarily. There are no moral quandries to weigh so, ultimately, it is his preference. Would he like a teasing image?]

An unexpected offer but, yes, I would.

[If he is game she is happy to oblige.]

Just a little tease. Yours was just a torso, afterall, more a tease than a true nude.

[It is a flattering picture and, largely, an innoccuous one. There are, however, a few details that stand out to him as exceptional against a canvas of the beautiful. The pressure of the lacing of her suit against a hip, breaking the smoothness of the lines of her figure is illustrative. The pop of vivid matching color on her nails invites comparison to her clothing and feels oddly intimate--the fact that he can only see one painted nail but neither of her hands are covered is certainly a tease. (Though, quite probably, an unintentional one.)

He may be staring a bit too intently. It is fortunate that this is text.]

I feel I may have recieved more than is strictly equivalent. I do not think my capture contained very many inspirational details, yours is teasing by design.

[He does appreciate it, she is objectively lovely. That she offered this image for his consumption is extremely complimentary.]

May I keep it?

[A tacit offer to delete this if she prefers, just as she so courteously deleted his own.]

Have you? If you wished to reciprocate with something you feel better suits the occasion, I would be happy to receive it.

[She would be intensely flattered by the way he analyzed her casual bikini photo. Stella doesn't often send photos, but spending so long around artists means she does at least know how to take a good one.]

You may.

[She quite likes the idea of him looking at her photo when he feels a bit lonely. What person doesn't want to feel desired, after all?]

[It is not an unreasonable suggestion. This time, however, he is excruciatingly careful not to send it to anyone but her. Despite his being considerably more clothed, it is far less innocuous than his previous sent image.

Spock manages to arrange the capture to his own artistic sensibilities. It is well framed, much closer than the image in the mirror, and shows him seated on the couch in his quarters. His expression is mild, but the quirk of his eyebrow belies his amusement.

He remains shirtless but has opted for a pair of unbleached, loose linen trousers. They ride perilously low on his hips, a fact that is exaggerated by the angle of the image, It is not obvious whether he intended the waistband to fall as it did, threatening to expose considerably more than it does, or whether it simply settled that way when he reclined. His knees are splayed wider than his usual preference, offering room enough between them that the space could be occupied. The drape and pull of the fabric makes the shape and muscular nature of his thighs fairly obvious.

The image is not risque in any tangible or direct way, but the details have promise. Implication. He feels this is much more in line with what he was sent.

It is, in a word: teasing.]

[Stella spends a long time taking in that image. It's fairly safe, nothing explicit. But that has promise, it fills her mind with thoughts of the feel of those linen trousers under her fingers. The way she could fit neatly between his legs to bend and kiss him.]

That is very, very hot. It paints a picture.

May I save it?

[She wants to have this as a reference. To be able to just sort of gaze upon him when her mind drifts to him; which it is sure to.]

Yes, you may.

[He is flattered that she appreciates it.]

I must admit, it's not a bad look at all on me.

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It does look good on you. Odds of me getting a threesome with you and your cat friend there?

Well I'm always down for a little extra fun. But Kitten there is pretty prickly about who she shares the sheets with. Poor thing only has eyes for one girl, and a princess at that.

Though I could make it seem like she's there if that's what you want. Along with with anyone else you might have in mind~

While I think I've got uses for your ability, I ain't interested in you acting as a stand-in for anyone else.

You're more than enough for me, hot stuff, but if you want to do some roleplay in bed, I'll leave the characters to you.

Oh really, complete creative freedom? I can feel myself quivering with anticipation already. I'll make sure that you're certainly satisfied with each and every performance.

Yep, just as long as they're not direct one to ones with the people you know, I'm sure I'll be happy.

[She grins at them.]

Name's Yuugi, in case you're wondering what name to start moanin' later.

Oh please, like any of those goodie two-shoes would even know anything about a good time. It’d spoil the mood just thinking about all the blushing and stuttering they’d have to fight through.

Yuugi, I like it. It suits you and I’ll be sure to remember as I make you pant and moan. I’m Double Trouble, but you can call me whatever you like.

There's somethin' fun about crashing through those barriers sometimes, but most days, I do like someone that knows what they want and goes for it.

[For example, she reaches over to give her new friend's rump a firm squeeze.]

Double Trouble, a good name for you, sounds like you know how to have a good time.

[She sticks out her tongue.]

Maybe if we do this more than once, we can play at the oni kidnapping the maiden. For now, just gonna let your gorgeous self take this wherever you want.

Maybe, but I can never make it through. I can't help but laugh and wind up breaking character every time. I mean who sparkles when they blush.

[DT doesn't object to the grope at all, and quite welcomes it. Being dold usually meant they were fun, or at the very least could handle it more. Their tail just might wrap around the arm and sligther slightly around until it slowly slides out the palm of her hand.]

The best, so long as I'm either entertained, otherwise it's not cheap and I won't bored myself for long.

I've got something for you to take, but just how much can you handle? I'm more than a handful when I want to be, but first I think a costume change is in order. Perhaps something a bit more au naturale.

I can take anything you can dish out. Oni are sturdy, and I'm a particularly strong Oni. Unless you're punching through mountains any time soon, you really don't have to worry about breaking me.

[Following DT's suggestion, she stripped off her kimono as well as her undergarments. No shame whatsoever. Yuugi was neatly trimmed, the color of her bush matching her hair.

As one would suspect, there was quite a bit of muscle beneath her clothing. Although, she was still soft in all the right places.]

Oh no deary it's not force that I'll be using, my technique is a bit more subtle, and a bit more thorough. By the time we're done I'll know every inch of that fabulously toned body of yours, horn and all.

[Turning around, DT slowly slid Catra's uniform down off of one shoulder, and then the other revealing slender shoulders and their back gradually pulling it down but keeping their chest hidden for the moment, as if to leave Yuumi in question and suspense just a little longer.]

Though if you like it rough, I'll keep that in mind~ And I do have a few toys to help.

[Giving a stretch, the fabric inches lower as Double Trouble's tail frees itself.]

So what it'll be for today? After all you're the one responsible for what happens. Daring prince, or dashing damsel?

I've got the stamina for it, then. I don't mind it either way. Gentle or rough. Depends on the mood, right now you seem pretty keen to rock my world.

[Which Yuugi was more than okay with. She watched DT undress, her eyes raking over every inch of exposed skin.]

I get to pick? The greedy bitch in me wants to say both, but if that ain't an option, then I think I'm keen to have you cum in me.

[Double Trouble offered a rather sharp toothed grin, tail wrapping around as they spun turned keeping everything obscured until the last moment. Taking a seat on the edge of a nearby desk the shifter revealed that both was certainly an option.]

Both? How greedy~

I like it. It means that you're in it long enough to satisfy my needs as well. Especially if you're wanting me to fill you up. As for rocking your world, I make sure that any time I perform that I make it my best. Otherwise what would be the point. No I aspire to be the most titillating experience that you have for quite some time.

[Standing back up Double Trouble walked over to the Oni and placed a single finger on those rock hard abs and drug it along as they circled the other. Yuugi certainly was something to behold, DT felt a small shiver going up their spine as they stiffened a little at the inspection. Finally back around in front of her, Double Trouble draped bother arms over Yuugi's shoulders and stared at her with a wide grin.]

It seems you're not the only horny one around.

[With that Double Trouble went for a kiss and slid one of their legs between Yuugi's legs, brushing it lightly and trying to create a small opening between her thighs.]

[Yuugi gave an impressed whistle.]

You really are a crowd pleaser, Double Trouble. I'm gonna enjoy our time together.

[She grins at them, letting them show off.]

I might not be an artistic soul like you, but I won't leave you wantin'. You might have trouble walkin' by the time we're finished, but I don't mind you sleepin' it off with me. I'm a party gal, like to keep the drinks, food and good time comin'.

[She shivers pleasantly at the touch, and the way DT was clearly sizing her up. Yuugi's legs parted easily as she melted into that kiss. Her hand traveled down DT's chest and between their legs to grasp that lovely cock and begin to slowly stroke them.]

Not everyone can be. But knowing how to have to fun, and keeping the drinks and pleasure coming, that is something everyone shou8ld learn.

[Each words managed to slip out as lips brushed across each other. While Yuugi's hands found their way down and seizing the stiffing girth of Double Trouble's cock, they interwove the fingers of one hand with the blonde hair of yuugi's head as they pulled her in for a deeper kiss, starting to use a little tongue, the other explored a muscular triceps before snaking it's way between them and carefully squeezing the soft mound of the other's chest.

Sliding a little higher she was near, Yuugi's own hands pulling the tip of Double Trouble further up the thigh and closer to the ultimate goal. Luckily Dbout Trouble had no issue with maintaining balance for them both.