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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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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.]