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[hikaru_sulu]

Continued from here.

[Sulu smiled at her commentary, but he didn't reply, wanting to hear what she was going to say next. He was a smart man, good at what he did, but he wasn't so smooth when it came to these sorts of social interactions. He didn't think it was something Uhura expected from him necessarily, but he didn't want to turn her off by saying anything stupid either.

It turned out biting his tongue was a smart move, and he sat beside Uhura on his couch as she told him, only just vaguely, about her former roommate's talents in cunnilingus. He'd never met Gaila, but he knew of her, had seen her time to time, remembered the tumble of auburn curls that bounced as she ran across the quad to meet her friends. He swallowed as he let his mind wander, imagining Uhura's long fingers tangled in those curls, clutching as she arched her back and spread her legs wide, mewling her gentle praise.

It had been a while since the last time Sulu'd had a chance to go down on a girl (or much of anyone, for that matter), but he'd always enjoyed doing it. He hadn't been lying before when he'd told Uhura that he'd been thinking about doing it to her. Women in this world (or any world) always had so much to put up with, and oral sex, he felt, was a blessed sort of way to give, to show the person he was with that they were worth more than just being a participant in pleasure. Meeting Uhura's eyes, he licked his lips.]

I remember her. We never spoke, but I'd seen her around. Pretty smile, gorgeous hair.

[Taking another sip of his whiskey, Sulu set his glass down on the table, wiping condensation from his fingers onto the fabric of his pants.]

When she went down on you, what did she do that you liked most?

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[loqui]

[ Uhura's always been good with people. She genuinely enjoys people, which is why she's the communications officer, and despite her complaint to Sulu earlier, she doesn't mind listening to people (though considering the state of her love life, she is not the one to discuss relationships). Perhaps bringing up Gaila wasn't the best idea, but the topic works as an ice breaker. Let's them get to the point of this. ]

The way she switched from focusing on my clit to pushing her tongue inside me, especially after my first orgasm. I get sensitive after that, it takes a little time until I want my clit played with.

[ Too blunt? Possibly. But she was there to get eaten out, no point in beating around the bush. She took another sip of her whiskey before setting the glass down and reaching behind her for the zipper of her skirt. She lifted her hips a little to tug the skirt down. ]

What did - do - you like the most about going down on women?

[hikaru_sulu]

[Sulu inhaled deeply through his nose at Uhura's response, images flooding into his mind, and though he'd been thinking about it off and on all day, the exact description made for a much more vivid mental picture. His body was very quick to show its appreciation of the topic of conversation, and he took another breath to resist the urge to adjust himself, wanting to remain polite, at least for the time being.

Of course then Uhura moved to unzip her skirt, shimming to push it down her smooth thighs, and Sulu's mouth dropped open, his gaze falling to watch her hands, to move over the vee of her legs and the striking white cotton covering her there between. The skin of his face heated as he lifted his eyes to Uhura's, the question she posed only serving to further inflame his rapidly rising arousal.]

The heat, the wetness, the taste. [He had to pause and take a breath, his heart beginning to pound in his chest.] I like the way it feels when I find just the right rhythm, a pattern she really likes, and it causes her to buck against my face, to use me for her pleasure. [He breathed, swallowed, licked his lips.] I like all of it, Nyota. Every second, the smell, the sounds she makes, the slickness left behind on my mouth, the ache in my jaw the next day. [He dragged his teeth over his lower lip, dropping his eyes to Uhura's lap again, his fingers curling into the edge of the couch cushion beneath him, already so eager to touch.]

[loqui]

[ Uhura doesn't need validation from anyone else, but it still makes her feel desirable when someone, especially someone she likes and finds attractive in return, looks at her with as much lust as Sulu's looking at her. She notices the affect her words have on him and that's just as powerful, knowing she can turn someone on by talking about those things. It's been a long time since she's actually talked about that.

She finishes sliding off her skirt, folding it over the back of the couch. Sulu isn't the only one affected; his words make her moan, a shudder running through her, and she reaches out to cup his face, pulling him closer to press a light kiss to his lips. ] What are you waiting for, then?

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[hikaru_sulu]

[This kiss is unexpected, and though it's light and barely there, it causes a heated shudder to work its way through Sulu's frame, his eyes rolling open slowly to lock on Uhura's, dark and warm and wanting. He doesn't move away, staying close enough that they can feel each other's breath as he moves one hand to find the cap of Uhura's knee, sliding his palm up the length of Uhura's thigh. He's watching her eyes as turns his hand and tucks his fingers between her legs, feeling the dampness of her through the fabric of her panties, pressing down carefully to feel her heat.

It's been so long since he touched anyone in a sexual fashion, and his body is aching for more, for things they haven't discussed. But being with this woman, someone he trusts and respects and cares for, someone he's always admired and found attractive, is so much more than he deserves. He licks his lips as he slips his fingertips around the edge of her undergarments, his fingers dragging carefully through the slick heat of her, a shallow pass upward until the end of his middle finger finds her clit. He rubs over it in little circles, aware of what his face must look like, the desire written across his features, and all he wants is to push his fingers inside her, feel the clenching tightness of her around him, but it isn't what they'd agreed to, and the last thing he wants is to take things too far.

Reluctantly he pulls his hand away, moving off the couch to kneel at Uhura's feet, reaching up to catch the elastic at her waist. He looks up at her face as he begins to pull her underwear down, inhaling deep lungfuls of the smell of her, his cock leaking and throbbing in his pants, turned on beyond belief.]

[loqui]

[ Uhura's dry spell has been lengthy. It's not that she hasn't gotten off in ages - she has - but there's a vast difference between getting off in the shower or even making use of a toy in the privacy of her bed and being touched by someone else. Just the press of Sulu's fingers against her core, through her panties, is enough to turn her on further, her nipples pebbling and her body pulsing beneath his touch.

She wants to pull him up for another kiss, wants to feel his hands on her breasts, but this is already more than she ever expected, and while they've talked about this not ruining their professional or personal relationship, Uhura isn't sure how he would take anything further. She already risked something with that brief kiss, though it was intended to be more of a tease than anything.

She lifts her hips up when he reaches for her panties, planting her feet on the floor next to his knees so she has leverage. It leaves her exposed, but it's not embarrassing or shameful or awkward, as it might have been in another place, with another person. She reaches out to rest one hand on his head, fingers tangling in his dark hair. ]

[hikaru_sulu]

[As he drags Uhura's panties down her legs, watching her body move to accommodate the action, Sulu takes a moment to realize how surreal this is, what they're about to do. He has various feelings about all of his closer crewmates, considers them all friends and something like family, but has harbored sexual attraction for only two of them: Uhura and, as Uhura knows, Chekov. His less than friendly thoughts about the captain earlier today had come from the pent up sexual frustration he's been stalwartly trying to ignore for months, and though he hadn't planned to reveal them as he did, he's glad he slipped. This is going to be good for both of them, getting to connect with another person, to touch and feel and experience pleasure. Sulu desires Uhura, his want for her goes deeper than his need to be close to someone, and the way she looks at him, even if she doesn't feel that same way, makes him feel desired in return.

Once her underwear are out of the way, Sulu doesn't make Uhura wait; he places his palms on the insides of her knees and eases her legs wider apart before he circles her hips and urges her to shift closer to the edge of the couch cushion upon which she's sitting. As she moves forward he meets her with his mouth, kissing along one inner thigh and then going straight to her center, sliding the width of his tongue along the split of her, bottom to top. He groans lowly at the taste of her as it explodes across his tongue, one hand hooking around Uhura's knee as he presses his face closer, burying his nose and mouth in her wet folds, nuzzling and lapping until he has to shift back to breathe.

He moves then to her clit, swirling the end of his tongue around it for a moment before pushing closer to suck it into his mouth, pulling more blood to the surface to increase the sensation. He moans as he moves to flick against it again, his free hand pressing down between his own legs, heel of his palm grinding into his erection where it throbs so intensely with his heartbeat that it aches. He loves doing this, eating a woman out, and he doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to rush it, but his body is calling for so much more, and his mind is filling in those gaps, showing him images of standing and catching Uhura in his arms, taking her to his bed and burying himself inside her, kissing and touching and pounding into her until they're both utterly lost.

It only makes him more determined to make this good for her, to make this about her. He shifts down and pushes close again, filling her with the width of his tongue as best he can, slipping through the middle of her in long, wet swipes. And then back to the top, licking at her clit, scraping it with the careful application of his teeth. His face is damp from the bridge of his nose to his chin and his senses are full of her, her scent, her taste, her warmth, the sound of her voice. He's rubbing at himself absently, groaning, licking and sucking and tasting and learning every warm, wet inch of her.]

apologies for the lateness of this reply! ;;

[loqui]

[ Uhura has thought about all of her closer crewmates in sexual ways, especially recently when it's felt like the frustration of being single was going to get the best of her. But they were mostly innocent, fairly tame fantasies, and she avoided the captain and Spock in them completely. Most of the fantasies had focused around Sulu, thanks to watching his hands on the navigation panel and their occasional chatter, and occasionally Scotty. So his regard wasn't unwanted, simply surprising.

(This entire conversation had made her aware that there was still much she didn't know about her crewmates; it made her want to know more. Just what was he hiding beneath that exterior of his?)

Even before Sulu touched her, it was good. And it got better when he drew her panties down, every touch of his fingers and tongue against her body setting her aflame. She slides down further on the couch, her legs falling open, and when she tangles her fingers in his hair, it's just to hold herself steady, give her something to ground herself - there's no urging needed.

Uhura's never been silent in bed and she didn't bother trying to restrain herself, gasping out when he sucked on her clit. Having someone go down on her was always one of her favorite things about sex. She could gladly have someone eat her out for ages, and enjoyed returning the favor, when she had the opportunity. That made things like toys and her fingers unsatisfactory, and now, having someone so obviously skilled at doing it, she wanted it to last for ages, wanted to memorize everything about this moment so she could relish it later and pull out the memories when she needed to get off on her own. But, with the fact that someone who actually wanted her and knew what to do going down on her, Uhura knew she wasn't going to last long.

Her fingers tightened slightly in Sulu's hair, and she breathed out his name, her orgasm exploding through her with an intensity that had her surprised and left her gasping for a moment. ]

No worries at all! I was very pleasantly surprised to get this today. :)

[hikaru_sulu]

[Uhura is expressive and reactive, and it doesn't surprise Sulu in the slightest, but it does serve to turn him on even more, and he moans softly against the warm, wetness of Uhura's body as he continues to lick at her, relishing the feeling of her fingers in his hair, holding him. He hasn't done this in a long time but apparently he's not as rusty as he worried he might be, and it's not long before Uhura's breathing starts to rush into gasps, her thighs trembling and her hands clutching at Sulu's hair. He focuses his efforts on her clit, and he groans as Uhura's hips roll forward against his face, rubbing against him as she chases her climax.

Only a few seconds later that it happens, the muscles in Uhura's legs going tight as she bucks into Sulu's mouth, her sweet, low moan echoing through the room and taking the shape of his name. He can feel her body spasming as she comes, and there's a little flood of warmth as her blood rushes between her legs, pulsing with her heartbeat. He laps at her gently as he drags her orgasm out as long as he can, easing back when he can feel her muscles twitching from overstimulation, staying close enough that she can feel his breath on her but no longer touching her between her thighs.

He licks his lips, tasting the tang of her on them, and he presses his palm into his groin again to ease the flare of arousal that her flavor sends through him. He takes a breath and lifts his eyes to meet Uhura's gaze, taking in the expression on her face, pleasure still creasing her features. She looks gorgeous and wrecked, even more beautiful than usual, and again Sulu is taken with the urge to do so much more than just go down on her. He swallows.]

You taste really good. And you look amazing, Nyota. You sounded amazing when you came. [He takes a breath, shivering with desire.] I'm not going to forget this night anytime soon.

i'm slow during the week! (and not very articulate, curses) many apologies

[loqui]

[ By the time Sulu pulls back, Uhura is trembling and wrecked from the force of her orgasm. It's the first at the hands of another in a very long time, and it feels as wonderful as she remembers. Perhaps even better, considering how long it's been. When she finally tips her head down, brushing the hair out of her eyes, and looks at Sulu, his face wet with her juices, she sucks in a breath.

She had expected this to be something simple, something she could chalk up to both of them spending far too long without release (Spock had rubbed off on her, it seemed). But now, sitting there half-naked before Sulu, only partially sated from that one orgasm - she wants more.

Uhura's never been a woman to back down from getting what she wants. So she leans in, capturing his lips and licking into his mouth, chasing her own taste. It's not something she's ever avoided, and now it only motivates her to deepen the kiss. It feels good to just kiss someone, slide her tongue along his and lose herself in his taste, the feeling of his mouth moving against hers.

When she finally needs to breath, she pulls back - enough so that she can look at Sulu, noting the desire in his eyes, the erection tenting his pants. ]

Let me give you a blow job. [ A moments pause, as she considers. She wants to see him, wants to wrap her lips around his dick, but even more than that, she wants connection. Wants the ache of penetration. ] Or fuck me. If you want.

No worries re: slowness. And I think you're perfectly articulate! No complaints here.

[hikaru_sulu]

[This kiss is as unexpected as the last one had been, but it only takes a second for him to catch on and respond, lifting higher on his knees to press into it, his hands cupping the sides of her face. Kissing is possibly the thing he misses most when he hasn't been with anyone for a long time, a part of intimacy and sex that can't be duplicated or replaced, and he lets himself get lost in this one, moaning softly as he loops his tongue around Uhura's, tasting her, breathing her in. It goes on for a few, heady moments, and he feels dizzy and breathless when they finally draw apart.

Uhura's words send hot jolts of arousal through him, and he exhales a low sigh of desire, pushing back in for a wet, warm kiss before he answers, his voice soft but husky.]

I want.

[Bracing himself on one of Uhura's knees, he stands, reaching down to take both of her hands and pulling her up to join him, not letting go as he locks their eyes together.] Can I take you to my bed? [He wants to be sure, because even though that's where he wants to go, he knows there's a level of intimacy there, even deeper than if they did it here, in Sulu's living room.]

this late I totally understand if you don't want to continue

[loqui]

[ Kissing him and making that offer is risky, but Uhura likes to gamble (not as much as their captain, but few people take that many risks). And it pays off in unexpected ways. She had been expecting something quick on the couch, possibly; hadn't dared hope for something more.

Uhura squeezes his hand with hers when he pulls her up, not dropping his gaze. ] Yes. Take me to bed, Hikaru.

[ There is a certain amount of intimacy in ending up in his bed, intimacy they won't be able to deny after this. Uhura's not worried about them ruining their working relationship, because they are capable of professionalism. She's not even worried that it will bleed into their friendship; if it does, it won't be negative. At least, that's what she's hoping for, in this case.

Uhura drops his hand, and takes a step back to pull off her shirt, leaving her only in her plain white bra. ]

Finally doing the thing! I'm so, so sorry this has taken so long.

[hikaru_sulu]

[Sulu isn't sure that Uhura's going to say yes to his request, and even as it leaves his mouth he worries he's crossed a line that will end this before it starts. But she holds his gaze, doesn't falter, and her words send a heated shiver down his entire spine.

His breathing his heavy and hectic as she takes a step back, pulling her shirt over her head, her long, soft hair falling down around her naked shoulders. She's been naked from the waist down for a long time already, and Sulu's had his face there, buried between her thighs, but seeing her now, in nothing but her bra, he feels his mouth water. Her nipples are hard beneath the stark, white fabric, her skin dark enough that he can just see the difference in coloring where her areolas start, and he doesn't even think before he raises a hand to touch, his palm cupping one breast, his thumb rubbing back and forth across the hard nub of her nipple.

He takes a step closer to her again, both hands going around behind her back and finding the closure of the bra, opening it with hands that are steadier than they feel. He slides his palms over her shoulders and drags the bra straps over, guiding them down her arms and off, leaving her completely bare to his eyes.

He's always found her beautiful, but seeing her here, like this, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, her dark skin flushed with desire, Sulu finds himself aching for her. He's still as dressed as he was when she came in, sleep pants and shirt covering him, but he's sure she can see the way he's tenting the front of his trousers, fully aroused for her, by her.

He's more than a little ready for them to be in bed together, so he catches her hand once more, leading her slowly into his bedroom, stopping when they're standing beside the bed. Once they're here he tugs off his own shirt, dropping it to the floor, but he waits before he removes his pants, not wanting to rush if she's not ready, letting Uhura decide when she wants to see that part of him.]

there is never anything to worry about!! i am sorry i've taken so long

[loqui]

[ Uhura's always been a lithe woman, given to willowy grace and lean lines rather than substantial curves, but her breasts are surprisingly sensitive, and Sulu's hand cupping her, thumb against her nipple, has her gasping, pleasure evident on her features.

It's impossible for her to regret this decision, or think about the consequences they might face, when she so desperately wants to be touched, and can see just how much he desires her. She follows him into the bedroom, stepping closer to him with a small, almost shy smile. ]

It's only fair you be naked too.

[ She hooks her fingers in the waist of his sleep pants and kneels to pull them down, his cock springing free from the confines of his pants. Uhura glances up at him, catching his eye as she wraps her hand around the shaft and leans in, wanting to make sure what she was doing was acceptable.

It's been a while since someone's touched her; it's been just as long since she was able to touch someone else, and she relishes the chance, running her fingers over the velvet heat of his shaft before closing her fist around it. ]

[hikaru_sulu]

[Sulu appreciates Uhura's directness, that she doesn't only request his joining her in nudity by makes the move to bring it to fruition herself. It's not exactly a sudden movement, but Sulu is so out of practice, and he's not sure he's ever been with as decisive a woman as Uhura, so experiencing her swiftness to undress him, falling to her knees at his feet in the same motion, it makes his pulse skip and his cock surge impossibly harder in his admiration. His breath catches in his throat as he tips his head to meet her gaze, his teeth pressing into his lower lip hard enough to leave impressions behind when he releases it.

Swallowing hard, he nods softly in response to her unspoken question, another breathless, broken gasp passing his lips as she closes her long, warm fingers around him. It's been such a long time since he's had anyone's hands on him other than his own, even just the first little stroke makes his eyelids flutter and his head feel dizzy. He wants to reach out and cup Uhura's cheek, to tell her how beautiful she looks there, on her knees for him, but he doesn't want to do or say anything to make her feel disrespected or subservient. The truth is that he respects her immensely, and she holds all the power here, his will given over to her gratefully.

But he's only able to hold back for a few moments, his fingers aching to touch her, to connect fully. Reaching out with careful fingers, he traces the graceful line of her neck, finding a firm but gentle grip at her shoulder, allowing her strength to hold him up as she slowly, simultaneously begins to undo him.]

It's been so long... [The admission is a bare whisper, his eyes closing again as he moves in mindful counter motion to her touch. He takes a breath and meets her eyes again, her expression dark and desirous, and he's once again overwhelmed by how lovely she is, by how much he trusts and admires her, how attractive she is to him in so many ways. He can't help the little gasps that continue to come from him, the soft little whimpers of pleasure.] It feels so good... You feel so good, the way you touch me.

[loqui]

[ Uhura knows what she wants and has always gone after it without reservation. It's a drive that's made her one of the best communication officers in Starfleet, and she applies it in equal measure to the rest of her life. She's a woman of strong passions, even if she is capable of reigning them in and controlling her responses. When she meets Sulu's eyes and he nods, her lips curl into a brief smile, and she sets her mind to tasting him.

It's been a long time since she's done this, but there's something familiar about dragging her tongue against the head of his erection and along the length of the shaft, savoring the warmth. It's something she enjoys, giving blowjobs, and she hasn't had a chance to do so in - ages, it seems like. There's something gratifying about bringing her partner pleasure and watching them fall apart beneath her tongue. It's never made her subservient to someone, especially when it's a meeting of equals, like it is now. She likes and respects Sulu, and what's more trusts him. They've talked about it not ruining anything between them on the bridge, and Uhura's sure that won't be an issues.

Keeping her eyes on his, she parts her lips and draws the head of his cock into her mouth, tongue flicking against the slit as she slides her head down further, drawing as much of him inside as possible. It's a sensation she hasn't enjoyed in far too long: the girth forcing her lips wide, the velvety smoothness against her tongue, the slightly salty flavor bursting in her mouth. Shetightens her lips, drawing back to pull off completely, just for a moment. ]

You can touch me, too. However you want. [ She accompanies her word by capturing his hand, the one on her shoulder, in hers and moving it to her cheek. She presses a brief kiss to his palm. ] Here. Or my hair. Or wherever you want. I enjoy it.

[ It's one of the things she has missed, the feeling of hands in her hair, or against her face. That connection was surprisingly important.

That said, she returns to her ultimate goal of undoing Sulu. She doesn't linger over licking down the shaft again, or take her time slowly drawing him back into her mouth, but wraps her lips around him, head bobbing as she works her mouth over him, hand working over the shaft.]