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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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.

Her small noises of protest were really rather endearing. Mostly, they were incredibly arousing, though, and he reminded himself for the millionth time that he still needed to be patient and take things slow. He knew she'd been so close that it was almost cruel to stop when he did, but it served a purpose, and he was relatively sure she'd appreciate it eventually. Once she was settled on his lap, he kissed her again as his hand found the condom he'd put aside under his pillow earlier. "Just getting me ready too," he explained as he opened the wrapper. Talking wasn't the easiest thing in the world as he put on the condom, but when he had, he caressed her leg tenderly. "Nothing's going to happen before you're ready, okay? You're on top, you're running the show. You decide what happens when and how fast."

She returned the kiss, caught between the instinct to melt against him and the desire to clear her head a little so she could focus on what was about to happen. The small package that would prevent her from getting pregnant was all but forgotten until he pulled it out from under his pillow. She watched as he opened it and slid it on, blinking a little at the sight and then looking back at him with desire and curiosity in her eyes. Now everything was ready, and if she wasn't mistaken they were very close to the point where he would actually be inside her. The thought made her heart beat faster and her whole body tingle with anticipation and desire and a little hint of worry, though his words helped soothe her remaining nerves. "Okay..." Glancing down again, she whispered almost inaudibly, "It's so big..." She swallowed hard and looked back at his face. "What do I do?"

Some of the arousal in her expression faded as she watched him, a hint of nervousness creeping back in. Not that he could blame her for it, but he was determined that she wouldn't feel nervous for long. The grin on his face grew when she mentioned his size, and if she wasn't so obviously unfamiliar with the male anatomy, he would have accused her of trying to flatter him. "Don't worry, it'll fit," he reiterated, then pulled her a little further up on his lap. "Not doing anything yet." Returning his hand to stroke between her legs, he kissed her again until she'd hopefully gotten rid of some of her nerves, then slowly positioned himself to rub against her. They were so very close, she was so very warm and just doing this felt so good. "Whenever you're ready, just sit up a little bit and move forward a little, I'll take care of the rest."

Even though it didn't quite seem possible that it could really fit inside her, she'd thought the same about the fingers and they'd fit just fine. Her heart skipped a beat when he pulled her closer, but as he started stroking her again and moved his lips against hers she started melting again, her body still simmering with unfulfilled need. When their lips eased apart her eyes flickered downwards again to see him rub lightly against her, the touch eliciting a soft moan. Her heart was hammering against her rib cage and her body felt like a quivering mess of nervous desire, but there wasn't a scrap of doubt in her heart. "Okay," she whispered, locking her eyes with his as she straightened up and rolled her hips forward a little.

Jim still couldn't quite believe that this was really happening. It felt slightly surreal, like he's wake up at any given moment, or like she'd balk and stop everything. It was only when she said okay and moved forward that reality caught up to him, and he nodded, taking a deep breath and gritting his teeth, hoping he could keep himself from moving too fast by pure force of will. Not taking his eyes off hers for a second, he positioned himself and moved his hips just enough to make the head slip in. He should probably say something, but when he opened his mouth, no words really came out, not until he'd taken a few breaths. "J-just... Take your time. At your pace, sit down again. On me." It was decidedly less eloquent than the instructions he'd had in mind, but they were they only words that really came to mind other than the repetitive chant of 'don'tmovedon'tmovedon'tmove, whatever you do, don't move!'

Nyota was similarly unable to quite believe this was really happening, but this moment confirmed once more what she already knew: that she could never have wanted this with anyone but Jim. She had never and would never love anyone else as long as she lived. Gasping slightly as she felt the tip slide inside, her eyes flickered downward to where a part of him was inside her. She stared for a long moment, amazement on her face as her body quivered around him and her breath jarred in her throat. Firmly gripping his shoulders for support, she nodded slowly but couldn't find the words to respond to his instructions. I can do this she thought firmly, taking a few deep breaths and trying to regain some semblance of coherency. Then she very slowly started to lower herself on to him, groaning a little at the not entirely pleasant sensation of having something much larger than his fingers inside her. Long before it was all the way inside she stopped, panting for breath and glancing up at his face again.

Though she looked down, he kept his eyes firmly on her face. The last thing he needed was the added visual, it might just prove to become the straw that broke the camel's back if he did, and if he kept his eyes on her face, he could keep watching her for any signs of pain, or panic. For a moment, he nearly expected her to pull back, but then her usual stubbornness returned to her eyes. As she slowly, so unbearably slowly, began to lower herself onto him, he bit down on his lip to keep any sounds in so she wouldn't feel pressured to go faster. Not that it would be the greatest thing ever if she did, but he had to remember it would hurt her. Her groan only underlined that it wasn't very comfortable for her, and his hands moved to her hips to help keep her in position. Just when he was working very hard on gathering the willpower to halt her progress, she stopped. The reassuring look he tried to give her was probably too full of quiet desperation and concern for her to really have the intended effect, but he nodded and smiled nonetheless. "Slowly, babe, slowly. No rushing it, don't want you to hurt. I'm fine, I promise, it's good. Really, really good. Just take your time, honey."

The hands on her hips helped keep her steady over her quivering legs. She tried to focus on relaxing and breathing, hoping that eventually she would get to the point where this felt as good as his fingers and his mouth had. The look on his face when her eyes met his made her frown slightly in concern, but then he was telling her to go slowly and promising that he was fine. "I'm okay," she whispered, but stayed where she was, still trying to breathe through the feeling of being too full. "It doesn't hurt, just... Give me a minute... You're okay?" It wasn't terribly painful, but it was definitely uncomfortable. Her body did seem to be slowly adjusting, however, and after a long few moments looking down she glanced up again. She liked the visual of him inside her, liked knowing exactly what was happening, but the most comforting place to look was always his eyes. Very slowly she sank down a little further, still breathing rapidly. "Aahhh..."

The pain in his right hand was all but forgotten, even when he held her hips firmly to support her as much as he could. There was too much adrenaline coursing through his system for him to really notice, and he was much too focused on keeping still and watching her to have paid it any attention even if he had felt it. "All the minutes you need," he promised, breathing in time with her. "I'm more than okay, I promise. You just feel very, very good, and while my body wants to move, I'm not going to let it before you're ready." How he'd manage that, he had no idea, but he was using every bit of pigheaded stubbornness to make sure he did. It felt like an eternity before she started moving again, and even then, it wasn't by much. He was getting just as breathless as she was, but he kept smiling at her, hoping to encourage her. "I'm so, so sorry, honey, I can't make this part better for you. Please, tell me it's okay, tell me I'm not hurting you. If I am, we'll stop, I promise."

His promises not to move until she was ready soothed her and allowed her to focus on moving at her own pace, though they also gave her a happier thought to latch on to. "I feel good?" she murmured, wondering what this experience was like for him. She knew how long he'd wanted to do this and hoped upon hope that he liked it even though he had to go at her pace. The apologies made her eyes widen a little in surprise and then soften with love. Restraint was evident on his face, but he was still taking such care to make sure she was all right. "It's okay," she insisted. "Stop apologizing. It's okay... It doesn't really hurt. I just... need to go slow." She was on the verge of hyperventilating but managed to get her breathing almost under control. "I love you. I love you so much..." Resting her forehead against his, she finally started to slowly lower herself further, barely able to believe there was space enough inside her.

If the look on his face wasn't enough to tell her the answer to that question, his breathless, happy laugh should have been. "You feel fucking amazing, sweetheart. It's driving me crazy!" Somehow, he had to have a sense of humor about it, or he really might go crazy with the pace they were moving at. It was that or start making incoherent, pleading noises, and he liked to be able to tell himself he had more dignity than that. It might scare her too, so really. Laughing was the best option. She seemed almost startled that he apologized, but it just didn't sit right with him that something that felt this good for him felt bad for her. There was nothing he could do about it, though, and he hated that more than anything else. "Okay, love. You just keep going slow. I love you too, so so much. Just keep breathing." It concerned her that she wasn't really in control of her breathing, but he had to trust that she wasn't moving too fast. Moaning when she lowered herself further, he leaned in to kiss her again, muttering against her lips. "Almost there, honey. Just a little further, there's plenty of room for me." Not really, but it would probably calm her to hear there was.

His laugh made something warm and happy swell in her chest, a feeling the words of praise only increased. Knowing that he enjoyed this made her discomfort much easier to bear. "I swear I'm not trying to drive you crazy," she murmured between panted breaths, a slightly shaky smile on her face. "I want you to feel good..." Even though she wanted to push all the way down and tell him to move like he wanted to, her body was demanding that she pause to adjust and catch her breath. Slowly she regained a little control over her breathing, but it still felt like there wasn't really enough space for him, like her body didn't quite stretch that far. Kissing him back weakly and trying to fully accept his promise that there was enough space, she inched lower. Taking deep, measured breaths, she slid the rest of the way down, letting out another slightly pained noise when he was all the way inside her. "How... how does it feel now?"

"I know, babe, I know. It's okay, I'm fine with it." As far as she was concerned, he would be fine with it. He wasn't quite sure he'd ever recover from working against his body for so long, but he'd be fine with it for her. "I feel great, just take your time." It was beginning to amaze him a little how if he kept repeating something often enough, he could almost believe it by now. He knew it would be fine, and that what felt like an eternity hadn't really been that long, but he was almost beginning to believe that he'd survive the slow pace. Clinging to that thought, he let her catch her breath, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on her hips as they shared a not quite coordinated kiss. When she moved again, he breathing was much better, and he couldn't help the relieved groan when he slid all the way in. For a moment, he just tried to keep his own breathing in check, and keep from moving his hips, but then he kissed her much more passionately, his hand moving to her hair. "Like the best thing ever. Told you it would fit. It just gets better from here, the bad part's over now."

His repeated assurances that he was fine didn't quite ring true, but she couldn't bring herself to move any faster. If she did she'd just end up hurting and wanting to stop. It felt as if she was moving both too quickly and agonizingly slowly, and when he was finally inside her she felt an odd little swell of accomplishment even though she was still waiting for it to really feel comfortable. He was definitely a lot bigger than his fingers. When his lips met hers she returned the kiss passionately if a little sloppily, slightly amazed that he was really, finally inside her. His answer to her question startled a half laugh from her lips, the words both soothing her and making her realize that she really had no idea what happened next. All she'd really known about sex was that that part of him would go inside her. "What happens now?" she whispered.

The little laugh was music to his ears, and he kept trailing kisses over her face, letting her take her time to adjust. He just had to be patient for a little while longer, and then he could let go of some of his restraint. His right hand was still on her hip, but the other one drifted down to tease gently at her nipple. "Now, you take a moment to get used to it, and when you're ready, you move your hips a little. Just like dancing." Just in case she needed a little added incentive to want to do that soon, his right hand moved to rub lightly at her clit, hoping to stoke the arousal that was sure to have died down by now. "Dance with me, love?"

Melting at the kisses to her face, she took deep breaths until it started to feel a little more comfortable. She was still too full, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she'd often feared it might be, and the fact that she was doing this with Jim meant her heart was now fluttering happily. The hands teasing at her breast and stroking between her legs made her sigh and sent a little jolt of desire through her. She tried to grasp on to it to overcome the feelings of discomfort, and smiled a little wider at the question. "Always, Jim, my love," she murmured, tentatively rocking her hips a little and gasping slightly at the little thrill it sent through her.

Returning her smile, he let go of an pent up moan when she started rocking her hips ever so slightly, the hand on her beast moving back to her hip to help her get a feel for how to move. "You are so amazing love, so very amazing. I'm gonna start moving with you a little now, okay?" In spite of all his restraint, there was really no way he could keep still any longer, not when she started moving. Still mindful of not going too fast, he rolled his hips upwards, just a little bit, trying to meet her rhythm. Sure, he was sweating, and okay, his hands were maybe trembling a little bit with the effort of reining himself in for so long, but just these small movements made it worth it, granting him a little of what he needed.

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