nyota_uhura24 | [SOL! Verse - I Heard It Through The Grapevine]

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[SOL! Verse - I Heard It Through The Grapevine]

Finally it was Monday. Nyota usually went several days without seeing Jim during the week, but the wait between Saturday and Monday always felt like forever. Thankfully her father had mostly recovered from his illness and told her he didn't mind if she kept her weekly dinner date with “Anna.” She felt a little twinge of guilt every time someone used the name she'd invented to cover for her relationship with Jim, but as always she ignored it. She deserved her happiness.

Besides, she really needed to be out of the house tonight. Trent and his mother were coming over for dinner, and she'd been avoiding him since Saturday night, which was... Just what in the world was that? He usually managed the diner on weekdays, but because her father was ill he came in on Saturday night. After closing they found themselves alone in the kitchen, and while she was talking to him about Jim's music he tried to kiss her. She panicked and turned her head away, downright nauseated by the idea of anyone but Jim kissing or touching her. She knew about her father's hopes, of course, but had never known that Trent wanted any part in them. He apologized profusely when she told him how very improper it was, and she fled before he could say anything more.

She had been hoping to steal a few moments with Jim that night, but perhaps it was for the best that he was already gone when she left the kitchen. There could never be anyone in her heart but Jim, but she knew she'd have to reconsider her assumption that Trent opposed their marriage. But surely... surely he didn't actually want to marry her? They'd been close friends for so long that she thought of him as a cousin, almost a sibling. Maybe he was just trying to please their parents. She knew on some level that she'd have to figure it out eventually, but for now she just wanted to spend time with the man she loved. Smiling a little to herself and putting Trent far from her mind, she walked into Jim's building and took the elevator to the top floor, where she knocked quietly on the door.

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It seemed as if her heart was doing its best to beat out of her chest, but she slowly relaxed into his touch, breath still coming in short bursts. The idea of something inside her had definitely made her nervous, but while it was unfamiliar and still a little odd it certainly wasn't painful, and as he slid the finger further in and curled it her hips jerked a little, a noise that was half moan and half whine falling from her lips. Her thighs quivered, but it was definitely bordering on overwhelming. "Y-yes, but... just a second," she whispered, forcing herself to keep breathing and not to tense up. "Okay, that's - that's good." She smiled at him encouragingly and a little dazedly.

Her needy little whine had him pressing down against the mattress, the moan he tried to stifle by biting his lip escaping anyway at the much needed friction. How he was ever going to keep going at this pace without going insane from need was beyond him at the moment, but he supposed the best thing to do was just to focus on the here and now and not think about how it would feel to finally slide into her. That thought would definitely not help with his patience. "Okay," he breathed, stilling his hand again until she told him to continue. "Just take your time, sweetheart." When she smiled at him again, he withdrew his finger a little, only to let it slide in a little further and go in search of that spot he knew was there somewhere, the one that was pretty much guaranteed to make her feel very, very good about this.

His stifled moan sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Even though he was focused on her right now she wanted him to feel good too, and felt immensely grateful that he was going at her pace and giving her time to get used to everything. "Thank you," she murmured when he told her to take her time, head falling back against the mattress for a few moments as she tried to remember how to breathe. Her body was getting used to the movements of his finger, but then it brushed against someplace inside her that made her moan loudly. "J-Jim, that... Do that again. Please," she gasped out, not quite understanding why it suddenly felt so good but knowing that she needed more of whatever he'd just done. Her eyes fluttered open to look down at him in pleased disbelief - she hadn't even known the place he was touching existed.

There was really no hiding the self-satisfied smirk on his face that appeared when he found the spot that made her moan like that. Bingo, he thought to himself, chuckling breathlessly as he stroked the spot again. "You like that, do you? Just wait and see, babe. Wait and see..." His voice was full of promise, and he didn't think she'd mind if he let the tip of another finger tease at her entrance while he kept up his attentions to that spot. "Whenever you're ready, love." And just to entice her a little, he shifted to give her clit a little lick at the exact time he massaged the place inside her. It probably wasn't enough to make her come, but hopefully, it would get her just that little bit closer to not caring what the hell he did, as long as he didn't stop.

"Oh, God," she muttered as he stroked that magic little spot again. It was miraculous to her that he knew exactly where to touch and that these places existed - places that when touched made her involuntarily cry out. She nodded breathlessly when he asked if she liked what he was doing, shuddering a little at the promise in his voice. "Naam," she murmured, brain momentarily losing its grasp on the English language as his touches drove coherent thought from her mind. The brush of a second finger had her mewling softly, and when he licked her and stroked her at the same time she almost tumbled over that increasingly edge. "It's okay. I'm ready," she managed, body pressing against his finger a little. She hadn't thought anything could feel better than when he'd kissed between her legs in the bathroom, but combined with the way he stroked inside her it was sheer perfection.

Her increasing lack of coherency was a very good sign, as far as Jim was concerned. It meant that not only was she enjoying herself, but that even if there was a little discomfort, it would hopefully be overshadowed by pleasure. At the very least, she'd know that there was a lot of pleasure to be had with this. "Just keep breathing, love. Keep breathing and think of how good it'll feel," he whispered gently, then went back to kissing and licking her as he introduced her to a second finger. Again, he moaned at how very hot and tight she was, and it was both a reminder of how slow he needed to take this, and an almost unbearable tease. "Can't wait to be inside you, babe, you feel so good like this." His own mumblings weren't entirely coherent anymore either, but he still tried his best to both praise and encourage her.

It was difficult to believe she'd gone her whole life without ever feeling like this, but she was glad no one but Jim had ever or would ever touch her or kiss her or make love to her. Even though they hadn't gotten to the most daunting part yet, so far everything he did to her felt incredible. She needed a few moments to get used to the new sensations, but her body accepted the intrusion without too much discomfort. Trying to follow his instruction to keep breathing, she replied breathlessly, "It already feels so good, Jim..." The second finger felt ever so slightly uncomfortable at first, and she whispered a breathless, "Wait. It feels good just... I've never..." His next words made her stomach squirm with pleasure and a hint of remaining nervousness. "You feel amazing," she whispered, the desire evident in his voice making warmth swell in her chest. She loved knowing that touching her like this had such an effect on him.

She was coping much better with this than he'd feared, and her responsiveness gave him hope for how the rest of it would go. If he was very, very lucky, there wouldn't be too much discomfort for her, and he wouldn't have to bite off his own tongue in the effort to keep still when they got to that part. "I know you haven't, love, I know..." Halting his progress again, he moved his mouth back to lick at her, aiming to distract her from the discomfort while she adjusted. "You're doing so good, honey, just relax and let it happen..."

She was a little relieved when he paused for a moment and forced herself to take deep breaths, body quivering again when he licked her. Gradually her body adjusted to the second finger, his encouraging words making it a little easier to just melt into the touches. Even though her instincts were to tense, the more she relaxed the better it felt. "Okay... I'm okay..." Forcing one hand to unclench from the sheets, she cupped his cheek in her hand and looked down at him, eyes full of love and desire. "Thank you, Jim..."

The very last thing he wanted to do was scare, or hurt her in any way, and he was immensely grateful for the look she gave him when she cupped his cheek. "For you, anything, my love," he replied, turning his face to press a kiss to her palm. She gradually relaxed around his fingers, and he let the second one go a little further in, the first one resuming its slow stroking of that spot she liked so much. "See how well you're adjusting? Everything's gonna fit just fine, sweetheart, I promise. We're already up to two fingers and they fit just fine. Bet you didn't think they would, but they do." Just to prove that, he wiggled his fingers a little, not really caring much if he was rambling as long as it helped make her more comfortable with what he was doing. "One more when you're ready for it, and you'll be all set and ready for me." At least, that was what he was praying intensely would be the case.

Her smile widened a little and her eyes drifted closed for a few moments as she relaxed further against the fingers stroking inside her. It was a relief that he kept wrapping his cherished voice around her, telling her what he was doing now and what was coming next. It made all the novel sensations and experiences feel more manageable, but whatever he did she trusted him to make it feel as good as it possibly could. He was right that she'd been skeptical about even his fingers fitting inside her, but her body was stretching to accommodate him. "They - they fit." But it's so much bigger than his fingers flashed through her mind, but she studiously ignored the thought and focused on how good it felt for him to be touching her like this. "Okay, I'm - I'm ready for more," she whispered, hips jerking a little against his hand.

The crucial point, what he was trying to accomplish with all of this, was to make her feel as much at ease and as safe in all of this as at all possible. She trusted him to not hurt her, to not go faster than she was comfortable with, and he was going to honor that trust come hell or high water. Even if it almost drove him insane, he'd ignore how he needed just a little stimulation so very badly. It would increase the odds of him getting to do this with her again in the not very distant future, he just had to keep reminding himself of that, and of the fact he might hurt her if he didn't exert a monumental amount of restraint. He didn't reply verbally when she said she was ready for more, didn't quite trust his own voice not to betray him, just kissed her thigh again and carefully repeated with a third what he'd done with the first two fingers.

Her breath caught as the third finger slid slowly inside her, the feeling not entirely comfortable at first. For a moment she just tried to remember how to breathe. "Okay. I'm okay..." she whispered, partially to let him know he wasn't hurting her and partially to convince herself that there was nothing to worry about. She knew he must be holding back to go at her pace, and was immensely grateful that he was still doing everything slowly and carefully, especially since it was taking her a few moments to get used to the third finger. Her eyes had drifted closed, but she opened them now and looked down at him, the sight making her heart skip a beat and a moan escape her lips. Coherency was more than a little difficult at the moment, but she nodded encouragingly, smiling breathlessly at him.

If she was grateful for his restraint, then he was very grateful for her whispered reassurances that he wasn't hurting her. It was one thing for her to go from never having done anything like this before to one finger, or even two, it was another entirely to move up to a third. But he moved slowly, pausing to let her relax and adjust every time he encountered resistance or felt her tense up. He couldn't even imagine how it felt, hoped fervently that it wasn't too painful for her, and did his best to be as gentle as he possibly could. Her moan didn't sound pained, it sounded like the best thing he'd ever heard, and he couldn't stop a relieved groan from clawing its way up through his throat. "It's okay," he agreed breathlessly, taking a few moments before he moved his fingers the tiniest little bit. It was a tight fit, and as he moved his hand, he met her eyes with a look of deep concern. "Am I hurting you? Tell me if it's not feeling good, we'll go back to two."

The first finger had surprised her more since she'd never experienced anything like this before, but the third one was taking a little longer to feel comfortable. It didn't really hurt, but she felt almost too full and was forcing the air in and out of her lungs. Her breath hitched again when he moved his fingers, the feeling just shy of overwhelming. When he asked if he was hurting her it took a moment to find her voice, but she shook her head. "No, it's... it's okay, just... slowly," she managed, wanting almost desperately for this to work so she they could consummate their marriage. She wanted him, had longed for his touch, and even though she hadn't come here tonight thinking they would go this far, it felt right. It was almost too much, but he was still touching her with so much gentleness and care. She'd never felt more cherished. Finally it was getting a little easier to breathe, and her body seemed to be relaxing again. "I love you..."

Nodding, relieved that he wasn't causing her actual pain, he listened intently to her breathing, waiting for it to even out a little before he did anything more. "As slowly as you need, love." His own voice was little more than a whisper, and he brought his other hand up to draw soothing circles on her hip. Sure, it caused him a bit of pain from his still swollen knuckles, but that wasn't an entirely bad thing right now. "You have no idea how much I love you..." he replied with a broad smile, laughing quietly to himself and pressing his cheek against her leg to nuzzle against it. Her breathing started to get a little better, and he felt her gradually start to relax. Only when she'd done so did he begin moving his fingers again, curling them upwards a little and watching her reactions closely as he resumed stroking her.

She melted a little when he repeated his promise to go slowly and told her again that he loved her. She knew she'd never tire of hearing those three words from him. "Almost as much as I love you," she murmured breathlessly, voice not even close to even. The way he nuzzled against her leg and gently caressed her hip helped ease some of her tension, though she felt a small flash of worry that he was using the injured hand. Her eyes flickered to his hand and then to his face in search of signs that he was in pain, but then he was curling his fingers again and stroking that wonderful place inside her. She shuddered slightly and let out a soft sound that was half moan and half whimper. It amazed her a little that even with three fingers it could feel good, but they were Jim's fingers. She shouldn't be surprised.

Whatever pain his hand caused him was weighed out by the sight of her like this, flustered and breathless and making those gorgeous little sounds of pleasure. He loved those sounds, both because they were hers and were an incredible turn on, but also because they let him know she was enjoying herself. Her small shudders and moans weren't entirely voluntary, and that more than anything reassured him that he was going about this the right way. "So gorgeous like this, sweetheart... Almost there..." It was a little hard for him to believe they'd actually gotten this far, that she hadn't stopped him yet, or hadn't let her nerves take over. But he really should have known she'd approach this like any other challenge. With his fingers still moving slowly, he kissed his way up her body to her lips again, sucking in a sharp breath when his erection grazed her leg. It reminded him that as far as challenges went, he hadn't overcome the worst of his yet. He still had to go slowly when they got to the actual sex, and that? Would require every bit of self-control he possessed.

"That's Mrs. Gorgeous," she breathed out, a dazed smile on her face as he praised her and continued to slowly stroke inside of her. She sighed happily as he kissed his way to her lips, kissing him back urgently. It was hard to think straight through the haze of desire and the feeling of him touching her and kissing her like this, but she trusted him enough to let his touch overwhelm her. She knew he wouldn't let anything happen to her. When he brushed against her leg her breath hitched and the nerves once again twisted in her gut, but she vowed not to give in to them. She wanted this, and she wasn't going to let her inexperience stop them. If it hurt too much she would ask him to stop, but until that happened she wanted him to keep going. After the emotional whirlwind they'd been through today she wanted nothing more than for them to belong to each other as completely as they possibly could. And by this point, despite her nerves, she was hopelessly in need of his touch and longed for him to make her come undone completely.

"Damn right, it is!" Chuckling softly when she revived the old joke between them, he nibbled on her lips, letting his tongue slip out to meet hers. It was so tempting to rub himself against her leg, but he didn't want to intimidate her, even if she'd seen him aroused before. A shudder went through him at the effort it took to suppress that urge, and while it might make it more difficult for him to keep himself in check, he still wanted her to be comfortable with everything they did. "Touch me?" he asked softly, hoping she'd take the chance to familiarize herself with that part of him again, and not just because he desperately needed some kind of stimulation. But because it might help her reconcile herself with the thought of what was going to happen.

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Laughing breathlessly at his reply, she parted her lips to touch her tongue to his, moaning at the now familiar but still unbelievably perfect feel of his kiss. The way he shuddered against her was a reminder of how much this was affecting him, and her eyes flickered downwards and widened a little at the sight of him. "Of course," she murmured, swallowing hard and tentatively wrapping her hand around him to give him a slow stroke, just as she'd done in the bathroom. The feel of him under her hands made another shiver run down her spine, and she stroked again a little more confidently, eyes glued to her hand on him. Then she glanced up at him questioningly, not sure how things should progress. "Tell me what to do..."

By the widening of her eyes when she glanced down, he knew he'd made the right call in asking her to touch him. For a second, he was almost afraid she'd decline, but then her hand was moving downwards, wrapping her fingers around him gently and making a small, almost electrical shock of much needed pleasure crackle up his spine. And if his hips jerked a little, it was involuntary, and much less than they would have if he wasn't clenching his injured hand in an attempt to keep control. "Just like that, babe," he breathed, his eyes having slipped shut. The second, firmer stroke had him emitting a long moan, his fingers beginning to move with more purpose as the blood fled his brain to rush south.

The way his hips jerked slightly made her hand still momentarily in surprise. Almost immediately she started stroking again, his long moan making her shiver slightly. She loved knowing that she could make him shudder and moan like that. Stroking with a little more confidence and touching the sensitive tip, she tried to keep watching his reactions, but it wasn't easy when his fingers started moving more purposefully inside her. She made a soft mewling sound, head falling to the side as she tried to concentrate enough to keep stroking him even though his fingers were threatening to undo her. Her thighs were quivering and her body arching slightly into his touch. "Jim..."

Another, stronger shudder went through him when she gained more confidence in what she was doing, and the touch to the tip was unexpected, but oh so very welcome. It made him emit something embarrassingly close to a whimper, and to keep any other such noises from escaping, he ducked his head to kiss her deeply again. He didn't get to kiss her for long, however, because she turned her head to the side, and he had a second of panic when she mewled and said his name like that. Immediately, he eased himself away from her hand to gain the necessary brain power to assess the situation, but then he smiled as he realized that it hadn't been a sound of distress. Not by a long shot. Not with how she was arching against him, growing steadily wetter and more flushed. "Right here, babe. I'm not going anywhere." The second he felt her begin to tense around his fingers, he stilled his hand. There would be none of that. Not yet. He had a plan, and dammit, he was sticking to it!

Peppering her face with kisses, he very gently withdrew his fingers, surreptitiously wiping them on the sheet. "You'll get there, I promise. Just gonna move us a little for now." The kisses continued as he shifted on the bed to sit up against the headboard, coaxing her with him and onto his lap.

His amazing noises went straight to her core, making her all but squirm beneath him. She hadn't quite understood why he loved hearing her so much until this moment, when just the sound of that almost whimper had her arching harder and moaning louder. The discomfort had faded away and left her all but melting into the mattress. She wanted so badly to keep going just like this, with his fingers inside her and the touch of her hand making him shudder and moan. It took all her concentration to keep stroking him, but she wanted him to feel as good as she did. When he eased away slightly she made a needy, keening noise, whining in protest when his fingers stilled inside her. "Jim, I want... I..."

When he withdrew his hand completely she couldn't withhold another small noise of protest, though she knew the fingers were just supposed to get her ready for what came next. "Okay," she whispered. She knew he would keep his promise to make her come eventually, so she tried to focus on what was happening now. At his coaxing she shifted into his lap, winding an arm loosely around his neck and resting her forehead against his as she struggled to catch her breath.

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