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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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.

She still didn't quite feel like she knew what she was doing, but the hand on her hip helped guide her as she tentatively rocked just a little faster. "Okay..." Her breath caught again when he arched his hips to meet her, her pace momentarily stalling, but then she tried again. It didn't exactly feel good, but it wasn't anywhere near as difficult as the initial penetration had been. She tried to think of it eventually feeling as good as his fingers had felt, or even better, but they weren't quite there yet. Still, there was something about being this close to him, about being physically connected to him like this, that ensured a small smile stayed on her face.

When she started moving with him, his head momentarily fell back against the headboard, and he tried to gradually increase the movements of her hips, meeting them with his own. "Good, baby, just keep going." Please, do not ever stop! If she did, he wasn't sure what he'd do, but it was probably for the best they never find out. She was still in control of the situation, but he did his best to guide her, to show her how this worked. His last remaining braincells were rapidly deserting him, and he silently cursed himself for not doing anything to make sure he'd last a little longer than he was going to. "Fuck, babe, you feel too good... Can you move a little more for me?"

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The rocking gradually started to feel more natural, and once she'd established a slow pace it was easier to keep moving, easier to know what it would feel like when she did. Incredibly enough her body seemed to be growing accustomed to having him inside her like this. Even while she was still adjusting she loved hearing him praise how good she felt, loved the idea of making him feel good. At the question she nodded a little and murmured, "I'll try," then took a deep breath and rolled her hips more firmly against his. This time the press of him inside her sent a little thrill of pleasure down her spine and made her moan softly. Her head tipped back and her eyelashes fluttered, a shade of her former arousal within reach.

Her movements slowly grew more confident and fluent, and though they weren't really moving much at all compared to what they could be, the reality of actually being inside her, of finally getting to do this with her, was absolutely mindblowing. The firmer roll of her hips had him moaning along with her, the increased stimulation sending another little ripple of pleasure through him, but the most gratifying thing about it was the way she seemed to be starting to enjoy it, too. "Just like that, love, it only gets better from here on out," he muttered, shifting himself forward to get his mouth on her breasts again. The position didn't offer him much leverage to thrust with, but that wasn't a bad thing right now. Not when she was still getting used to how this worked, and definitely not when he might have been tempted to up the pace if he'd been able to. "Talk to me, honey, tell me how you feel."

The way he moaned sent a little shudder through her and made her grip tighten on his shoulder. Moving with him like this still felt slightly uncomfortable, but sometimes he pressed against places inside her that elicited little whimpers of pleasure. The pace was comfortable enough, but she didn't think she could move any faster just yet. Even though it was taking her a little longer to get used to than his fingers she believed his promise that it would only get better. She was sure that eventually it would feel amazing. When his mouth found her breast again her breath hitched, body arching into his touch. The slight change in angle had her moaning a little louder. Talking coherently was more than a little difficult at the moment, but she could hear the concern in his voice and managed to reply, "It's - it feels good, just... let's not go any faster. Not yet."

Each little whimper and moan from her was a prayer answered. Even if he'd wanted to do this so very badly for so long, he'd still been petrified of hurting her. He knew he wasn't exactly slight, and he really had planned on getting to this point over several, wonderful encounters. But then everything had happened so fast, and suddenly he was proposing to her, and the idea of not having a proper wedding night was unacceptable. Sure, it wasn't technically the best sex of his life, but it didn't matter much because it was with her. That was what made him think that maybe he'd already died and gone to hell when she asked not to go faster yet, because this was surely the most exquisite, delicious torture anyone could have thought up. "Okay... You set the pace, baby." In an attempt to increase the amount of pleasure she got out of it, his uninjured hand drifted down to where they were joined to gently rub at her clit again, hoping it might help her adjust faster.

"Thank you," she whispered, continuing to roll her hips against his in slow motions that invariably made her breath hitch. It did feel good in spite of the slight discomfort, and when his fingers slipped between her legs again she instinctively pressed harder against him. Her eyes drifted closed as she started to move a little faster in search of more stimulation to the part of her that was experiencing only pleasure. Nyota had also expected to spend at least a few more weeks building up to this, but with each slow movement against him she could feel the chain with the tags and the ring swinging slightly between her breasts, a reminder that they now belonged only to each other. She wanted to give herself to him completely, and for him to be completely hers in return. Thus even though this still didn't feel as good as his mouth and his fingers, it felt right. "Jim... Feels good... What - what do you need?"

Little by little, she seemed to be growing more comfortable with what she was doing, and when she pressed harder against his fingers, he tried his best to give her the stimulation she needed. Her increased pace drew another series of moans from him, the added pleasure so close to what he needed, but still just shy of enough. And then, she had to ask him what it was he needed to get there, making him huff out a small laugh against her skin before he could stop himself. Torn between answering her truthfully and brushing her question off, it struck him that maybe she was asking because she wanted it to be over with. "I need," he started, kissing his way over her chest, trying to decide on the best course of action. "I need you to feel good. If you want me to finish, I can flip us over and finish, but most of all, I need you to be okay."

His fingers moving against her and the exquisite sounds he made shifted the balance of sensation much more in the direction of pleasure. She was still moving slowly, the range of motion much less than it could have been, but she felt good like this. Still a little off balance, but good. The kisses to her breasts only made it better, though his response to her question had her brow furrowing ever so slightly in confusion. She didn't know what to make of the little laugh, but it melted her heart all over again to hear that his primary concern was for her, though she'd already known he would never want to do anything to hurt her. She hadn't really been asking what he needed to finish, only what he needed to feel good now that she was really beginning to. "Better than okay," she managed. "Please just... keep touching me. I want you to... feel good too..." Even though her arousal was returning, she wasn't close to the edge yet. The feeling was still too close to too much for that, but she was beginning to like the press of him inside her and loved the way his fingers drew more moans and happy sighs from her lips.

It wasn't that it didn't feel good for Jim. It did. Very good. It was just that while he normally didn't have a problem with slow, drawn out sex, that he usually made sure it happened on round two, or three. When he'd already taken some of the pressure off. Adding to that the fact that he'd been tragically celibate since he met her, and, well... Suffice it to say that he really needed some kind of release by now. Release that her slow, small movements were just shy of granting him. "I feel great, baby, don't worry." A slight strain had crept into his voice, but he tried his best to grant her request and keep touching her, hoping she'd let him know when she was ready for him to be in the driver's seat.

She could hear the strain in his voice despite his assurances that he felt great, but she didn't quite know what to do about it. Coherent thought was becoming as elusive as coherent speech, so for a few moments she continued to slowly move her hips against him. His fingers working between her legs sent little shudders of pleasure through her, and though she had a feeling she was going to be sore in the morning the discomfort was fading. Still uncertain what she ought to do, she experimentally drew her hips back a little further before rolling them against his, simultaneously trying to move a little faster. Her body seemed to want more movement even as it warned against it, but she thought she might be ready for the pace to change. "You can - you can go faster..."

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

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