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teaoliTitle: Playing With Toys: Don’t Play With Me (Part VII)
Author: TeaOli
Characters/Pairings: Uhura, Gaila, Spock, eventually Uhura/Spock
Rating: R
Warnings: kinda sexytimes
Summary: The games continue.
Author's Note: The chapter uhurafan has been looking forward to. (sort of) This one’s for you, Q!!
Read Part I: The Toy
Read Part II: Come Out and Play
Read Part III: You Got Played!
Read Part IV: Now, Play Fair!
Read Part V: Turnabout is Fair Play!
Read Part VI: Playing With Toys
Maintaining contact at her “meld points,” Spock ran his plushie’s other hand down Nyota-doll’s side until he reached her hip. He let the hand drift over her bum, where he paused for a brief caress before slipping just below the rounded cheeks and lifting.
“Place your hands on my shoulders and wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed. His focus seemed to be entirely on the dolls; he didn’t look up at the flesh and blood woman sharing his sofa.
Uhura licked her lips and bit back a smile as she complied. She sincerely hoped this was a prelude to the real deal. She hoped Spock was a similar lover to Spock-doll.
“Cadet,” Spock said, temporarily breaking out of his role, “before we continue, I wish to assure to that when the time comes for you and I to make love, the act will be considerably more time-consuming that this. I’m afraid there’s only so much in this area that can be accomplished without a mouth.” At that, pressed a finger against Nyota-doll’s back, causing the small hole, hidden by synthetic black curls, at the apex of the plushie’s thighs, to sheath the stiff bit of green protruding from Spock-doll.
All of Uhura’s former enthusiasm for the game had been lost at the moment she started imagining just what Spock intended to do to her with his mouth. She let go of Nyota-doll and Spock took over. Although things looked a little shaky a couple of times, he somehow managed to work the two toys into a rhythm of thrusts and counterthrusts, without dropping the “mind link.”
“Perhaps you would like to hint to Cadet Gaila that magnets, inserted into the dolls’ hands and heads, might facilitate future exercises such at this one,” he suggested in a very matter of fact tone. As if he wasn’t completely engaged in fake-fucking one plush toy with another.
Uhura just watched, momentarily speechless. How could he have dropped info like the mouth-thing and then not follow up on it. She felt a tingle somewhere around the apex of her own thighs as her gaze floated over to Spock’s mouth.
Damn it! His tongue peeked out between his lips, apparently in concentration. Uhura knew better. The delicious half-Vulcan had never developed that particular human habit.
Clearly, he was trying to drive her crazy.
If he didn’t stop toying with her and playing with those damned dolls pretty damned quick, he would be successful.
“Spock!” She voice a little sharper than she’d intended, but she succeeded in capturing (most of) his attention. His hands didn’t stop the piston-like precision of plushie sliding into plushie as his dark eyes met hers in a heavy-lidded glance and he licked his lips.
She actually jerked at the shot of heat that boiled out of her core to radiate throughout her body.
“Did you need something, Cadet?” His voice was pure molten heat, wrapped up in sex.
Uhura squirmed in her seat. She forced her eyes away from his mouth.
“Tell me,” she began, and sucked in a few heavy, halting breaths before continuing. “Tell what you would do. If you have lips. Make him tell her, I mean.”
Her gaze started to fall back to full beautifully sculpted lips, threatened to linger there as they curved into a half smile. She snapped her eyes back up to meet what could only be described as bedroom eyes.
“I believe you are seeking the information you originally requested, Cadet.” His voice, silky with confidence and seduction, held traces of amusement and… oh damn! was that desire she detected? “Shall I tell you what I will do to you? With my mouth, Cadet?”
She couldn’t help it. Hungry eyes locked on his mouth again and stayed there.
“I think you should put away the toys and show me, sir,” she breathed. “I think this exercise has successfully proven my point.”
Spock didn’t let got of the toys, or stop their expertly choreographed dance.
“What point would that be?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Uhura licked her own lips. He really was trying to drive her insane. Or, wild with lust, at least. Same difference. He was succeeding on all sides. She hitched in another shaky breath.
“T-That some things are easier to explore w-with the dolls acting as surrogates,” she replied. Ordering her thoughts with great difficulty, she went on. “Toy therapy can make revealing hidden… sentiments easier.”
Spock had his doll give one final thrust before slipping the pudgy hand from Nyota-doll’s contact points to her back. He laid the plushies down, Nyota-dolls legs, boots and all, still wrapped around little Spock.
He turned his full attention to Uhura.
“Nyota,” he said, reaching across the small space separating them to trail fingers from her ear, across her cheek and then down to her chin, “I had every intention of discussing the furthering of the intimacy of our relationship this evening. The dolls simply provided an interesting illustration to our conversation.”
A flicker of irritation at his words took off the edge of her arousal, but by no means eradicated it. Involuntarily, she leaned into his continued caress.
“Okay, but what about your lips?” she wanted to know. Getting an answer to her question was more important than purring. Which is what she really wanted to do. Luckily, she was strong enough to resist. “What about showing me?” Gods! If his fingers on her face felt this good… “Your lips, Spock.”
He leaned closer and brushed his lips along the same line his fingers had traversed.
“I will show you soon, my Nyota,” he murmured against her skin. “When you have completed your exams, when you can no longer be considered my student, and before you take your summer leave, I will do everything to you that Spock-doll could not do to Nyota-doll.”
Uhura writhed under is touch, seeking out closer contact. Spock snagged an arm around her waist and lifted her into his lap. She arched her neck, offering her throat to his lips, his teeth, his tongue.
“Everything, Nyota,” he rasped, dragging his teeth against her delicate skin. He buried his fingers in her hair. “Everything.”
“Now? Please?” For once in her life, she didn’t care if the plea made her sound weak. She needed this. Needed him. “Please, Spock.”
Spock’s lips finally met hers. His tongue explored her mouth. His teeth nipped and scraped, amplifying the flame of her want into an all-consuming conflagration.
The kiss seemed to go on forever and seemed like it would end too soon. She sank into him, feeling as she were touching him and if there could never be enough contact.
“More,” she moaned into his mouth, the word a desperate cry for completion. “More, now.”
Spock stilled. Lifted his lips from hers. His face smoothed out into its more usually placid lines. The only sign of the passion that had moments ago so ignited hers was his ragged breathing and the hard (larger than she expected) bulge straining at the fabric separating it from her.
“No,” he told her.
Uhura blinked. She shook her head.
“Did you just say ‘no’?” She couldn’t possibly have heard correctly, she told herself. Yes you did, said a voice inside her head. Damn her aural sensitivity!
“I did, Cadet,” Spock confirmed.
Uhura stared into his eyes. They still burned with restrained desire. She shifted in his lap. The bulge flinched in response.
This couldn’t be happening.
She was straddling him. Her arms were laced around his neck. Her hands crossed behind his head. Her fingers imbedded in his hair. She couldn’t remember how she’d ended up that way.
She leaned forward to rest her forehead against his. He closed his eyes and she thought her heard him begin to hum with satisfaction. Damned aural sensitivity.
“Spock,” she whispered, her voice controlled and firm, “I am sitting in your lap on top of the biggest erection I have ever felt in my life. You have just finished kissing me to within an inch of said life. What the fuck do you mean, telling me ‘no’ and calling me ‘cadet’?”
He pulled her closer so her center rested more snuggly against him. He hummed again.
“Oh, for the love of all the gods, Spock!” she nearly shouted. “How can you do that?”
Spock shifted his hips to stroke her with his body. Once.
“You aren’t seriously going to make me wait, are you Spock?” The anger had leached out of her voice. She sounded plaintive to her own ears. “Sir?”
Spock smiled without opening his eyes.
“I told you, Cadet, I will show you everything as soon as you are finished with your exams.” He began lazily rubbing her back.
“I’ll only be remaining on campus for three days after exams, sir,” she protested.
“Then I suggest you get plenty of rest, exercise and proper nutrients over the next three weeks, Cadet.” She was sure there was a smile tugging at his lips. Surely he’d already filled his quota for the night? Hell, for the year! “You will need your strength.”
Uhura didn’t know where the amusement came from, but suddenly she felt like giggling. She liked this playful Spock, she realized. Just not when he’d left her horny as Jim Kirk in a room full of naked supermodels. She batted the lieutenant’s shoulder with a loose fist.
“Spock!” she cried.
He opened suddenly serious eyes.
“We have all of next year, Nyota,” he murmured, attempting to assure her. “If three days aren’t enough, I will show you after you return.”
Uhura wasn’t ready to be swayed by smooth words. Even from a half Vulcan who almost never lied. She released her hold on him and rolled off his lap.
From the other end of the sofa, the plushies between them once more, she challenged him, “And when you’ve had enough?” she demanded. “What happens then?”
Spock disengaged the plush toys. He pulled off Nyota-doll’s boots and laid her on her back, knees bent, legs spread. He positioned little Spock on top of her, his hips nestled between her thighs.
“I do not believe I will ever have enough of you, Nyota,” he told her.
Go to Part VIII
Author: TeaOli
Characters/Pairings: Uhura, Gaila, Spock, eventually Uhura/Spock
Rating: R
Warnings: kinda sexytimes
Summary: The games continue.
Author's Note: The chapter uhurafan has been looking forward to. (sort of) This one’s for you, Q!!
Read Part I: The Toy
Read Part II: Come Out and Play
Read Part III: You Got Played!
Read Part IV: Now, Play Fair!
Read Part V: Turnabout is Fair Play!
Read Part VI: Playing With Toys
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Maintaining contact at her “meld points,” Spock ran his plushie’s other hand down Nyota-doll’s side until he reached her hip. He let the hand drift over her bum, where he paused for a brief caress before slipping just below the rounded cheeks and lifting.
“Place your hands on my shoulders and wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed. His focus seemed to be entirely on the dolls; he didn’t look up at the flesh and blood woman sharing his sofa.
Uhura licked her lips and bit back a smile as she complied. She sincerely hoped this was a prelude to the real deal. She hoped Spock was a similar lover to Spock-doll.
“Cadet,” Spock said, temporarily breaking out of his role, “before we continue, I wish to assure to that when the time comes for you and I to make love, the act will be considerably more time-consuming that this. I’m afraid there’s only so much in this area that can be accomplished without a mouth.” At that, pressed a finger against Nyota-doll’s back, causing the small hole, hidden by synthetic black curls, at the apex of the plushie’s thighs, to sheath the stiff bit of green protruding from Spock-doll.
All of Uhura’s former enthusiasm for the game had been lost at the moment she started imagining just what Spock intended to do to her with his mouth. She let go of Nyota-doll and Spock took over. Although things looked a little shaky a couple of times, he somehow managed to work the two toys into a rhythm of thrusts and counterthrusts, without dropping the “mind link.”
“Perhaps you would like to hint to Cadet Gaila that magnets, inserted into the dolls’ hands and heads, might facilitate future exercises such at this one,” he suggested in a very matter of fact tone. As if he wasn’t completely engaged in fake-fucking one plush toy with another.
Uhura just watched, momentarily speechless. How could he have dropped info like the mouth-thing and then not follow up on it. She felt a tingle somewhere around the apex of her own thighs as her gaze floated over to Spock’s mouth.
Damn it! His tongue peeked out between his lips, apparently in concentration. Uhura knew better. The delicious half-Vulcan had never developed that particular human habit.
Clearly, he was trying to drive her crazy.
If he didn’t stop toying with her and playing with those damned dolls pretty damned quick, he would be successful.
“Spock!” She voice a little sharper than she’d intended, but she succeeded in capturing (most of) his attention. His hands didn’t stop the piston-like precision of plushie sliding into plushie as his dark eyes met hers in a heavy-lidded glance and he licked his lips.
She actually jerked at the shot of heat that boiled out of her core to radiate throughout her body.
“Did you need something, Cadet?” His voice was pure molten heat, wrapped up in sex.
Uhura squirmed in her seat. She forced her eyes away from his mouth.
“Tell me,” she began, and sucked in a few heavy, halting breaths before continuing. “Tell what you would do. If you have lips. Make him tell her, I mean.”
Her gaze started to fall back to full beautifully sculpted lips, threatened to linger there as they curved into a half smile. She snapped her eyes back up to meet what could only be described as bedroom eyes.
“I believe you are seeking the information you originally requested, Cadet.” His voice, silky with confidence and seduction, held traces of amusement and… oh damn! was that desire she detected? “Shall I tell you what I will do to you? With my mouth, Cadet?”
She couldn’t help it. Hungry eyes locked on his mouth again and stayed there.
“I think you should put away the toys and show me, sir,” she breathed. “I think this exercise has successfully proven my point.”
Spock didn’t let got of the toys, or stop their expertly choreographed dance.
“What point would that be?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Uhura licked her own lips. He really was trying to drive her insane. Or, wild with lust, at least. Same difference. He was succeeding on all sides. She hitched in another shaky breath.
“T-That some things are easier to explore w-with the dolls acting as surrogates,” she replied. Ordering her thoughts with great difficulty, she went on. “Toy therapy can make revealing hidden… sentiments easier.”
Spock had his doll give one final thrust before slipping the pudgy hand from Nyota-doll’s contact points to her back. He laid the plushies down, Nyota-dolls legs, boots and all, still wrapped around little Spock.
He turned his full attention to Uhura.
“Nyota,” he said, reaching across the small space separating them to trail fingers from her ear, across her cheek and then down to her chin, “I had every intention of discussing the furthering of the intimacy of our relationship this evening. The dolls simply provided an interesting illustration to our conversation.”
A flicker of irritation at his words took off the edge of her arousal, but by no means eradicated it. Involuntarily, she leaned into his continued caress.
“Okay, but what about your lips?” she wanted to know. Getting an answer to her question was more important than purring. Which is what she really wanted to do. Luckily, she was strong enough to resist. “What about showing me?” Gods! If his fingers on her face felt this good… “Your lips, Spock.”
He leaned closer and brushed his lips along the same line his fingers had traversed.
“I will show you soon, my Nyota,” he murmured against her skin. “When you have completed your exams, when you can no longer be considered my student, and before you take your summer leave, I will do everything to you that Spock-doll could not do to Nyota-doll.”
Uhura writhed under is touch, seeking out closer contact. Spock snagged an arm around her waist and lifted her into his lap. She arched her neck, offering her throat to his lips, his teeth, his tongue.
“Everything, Nyota,” he rasped, dragging his teeth against her delicate skin. He buried his fingers in her hair. “Everything.”
“Now? Please?” For once in her life, she didn’t care if the plea made her sound weak. She needed this. Needed him. “Please, Spock.”
Spock’s lips finally met hers. His tongue explored her mouth. His teeth nipped and scraped, amplifying the flame of her want into an all-consuming conflagration.
The kiss seemed to go on forever and seemed like it would end too soon. She sank into him, feeling as she were touching him and if there could never be enough contact.
“More,” she moaned into his mouth, the word a desperate cry for completion. “More, now.”
Spock stilled. Lifted his lips from hers. His face smoothed out into its more usually placid lines. The only sign of the passion that had moments ago so ignited hers was his ragged breathing and the hard (larger than she expected) bulge straining at the fabric separating it from her.
“No,” he told her.
Uhura blinked. She shook her head.
“Did you just say ‘no’?” She couldn’t possibly have heard correctly, she told herself. Yes you did, said a voice inside her head. Damn her aural sensitivity!
“I did, Cadet,” Spock confirmed.
Uhura stared into his eyes. They still burned with restrained desire. She shifted in his lap. The bulge flinched in response.
This couldn’t be happening.
She was straddling him. Her arms were laced around his neck. Her hands crossed behind his head. Her fingers imbedded in his hair. She couldn’t remember how she’d ended up that way.
She leaned forward to rest her forehead against his. He closed his eyes and she thought her heard him begin to hum with satisfaction. Damned aural sensitivity.
“Spock,” she whispered, her voice controlled and firm, “I am sitting in your lap on top of the biggest erection I have ever felt in my life. You have just finished kissing me to within an inch of said life. What the fuck do you mean, telling me ‘no’ and calling me ‘cadet’?”
He pulled her closer so her center rested more snuggly against him. He hummed again.
“Oh, for the love of all the gods, Spock!” she nearly shouted. “How can you do that?”
Spock shifted his hips to stroke her with his body. Once.
“You aren’t seriously going to make me wait, are you Spock?” The anger had leached out of her voice. She sounded plaintive to her own ears. “Sir?”
Spock smiled without opening his eyes.
“I told you, Cadet, I will show you everything as soon as you are finished with your exams.” He began lazily rubbing her back.
“I’ll only be remaining on campus for three days after exams, sir,” she protested.
“Then I suggest you get plenty of rest, exercise and proper nutrients over the next three weeks, Cadet.” She was sure there was a smile tugging at his lips. Surely he’d already filled his quota for the night? Hell, for the year! “You will need your strength.”
Uhura didn’t know where the amusement came from, but suddenly she felt like giggling. She liked this playful Spock, she realized. Just not when he’d left her horny as Jim Kirk in a room full of naked supermodels. She batted the lieutenant’s shoulder with a loose fist.
“Spock!” she cried.
He opened suddenly serious eyes.
“We have all of next year, Nyota,” he murmured, attempting to assure her. “If three days aren’t enough, I will show you after you return.”
Uhura wasn’t ready to be swayed by smooth words. Even from a half Vulcan who almost never lied. She released her hold on him and rolled off his lap.
From the other end of the sofa, the plushies between them once more, she challenged him, “And when you’ve had enough?” she demanded. “What happens then?”
Spock disengaged the plush toys. He pulled off Nyota-doll’s boots and laid her on her back, knees bent, legs spread. He positioned little Spock on top of her, his hips nestled between her thighs.
“I do not believe I will ever have enough of you, Nyota,” he told her.
Go to Part VIII
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