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It was difficult to believe their 5 year mission was almost over. Crew people had come and gone over the years, and they'd seen things she'd never even imagined were possible, but the unpredictability of life on the Enterprise had grown oddly routine. She didn't feel ready to face life anywhere else, but it seemed likely that the ship would be sent on another exploratory mission and that most of the senior officers would stay in place.

She knew she'd have to deal with some changes in the coming months, but as long as John was there she knew she could handle them. Just having his quiet presence by her side was enough to soothe most of her worries. By now he could speak passable Swahili and she could play decent piano. Of course, playing herself didn't compare to sitting on the piano bench beside him while he played and they sang together. They were no longer complete hermits, but their lives had merged together to the point that she now found herself walking towards his room instead of hers even though she knew he was still working.

She sat down on his bed and sighed a little to herself. She was finished with her work in the communications lab, and he wouldn't be back for hours, but she had alpha shift the next morning and really should try to get some sleep. She'd never quite managed to shake her discomfort with sleeping alone, especially now that she'd grown used to John breathing - and occasionally snoring - beside her every night. Still, she felt relaxed enough that she should make an effort. Shaking her head a little at herself, she stripped off her uniform and pulled the blankets over her, mind flickering back to the times he'd chased away her nightmares. It smells like him, she realized with a happy sigh, pulling the blankets more tightly around her and burying her face in the pillow. She imagined him lying beside her, thought of the sound of his breathing, and drifted off to sleep pretending she was in his arms.

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It seemed like no matter what he did, the transporters were always broken down. He'd at least have one out of order while the remainder ran just fine. He'd do check up and tune ups and yet, without fail, one of them would fall to bits in a critical moment, usually scorching a hand out of spite. John had no intention of changing the way he took care of it, he just dealt with what was given to him and went from there. That hadn't changed.

With the mission coming down to the last travels, he was feeling the pressure of what to do next. Having Eli on board had done wonders for his morale, but even more so was the unexpected love for Nyota. He'd never intended to fall in love on this ship. His whole goal was to do his job and move on, be the best and find a better job. He'd keep going as long as he had to until he was running his own engine room or flying his own ship. One way or another, he was going to make himself useful, but now he had Nyota to consider and he wouldn't have it any other way.

He gave up not long after replacing yet another coil under the transporter pad, deciding that sleep was going to have to do. He made his way back to his quarters, unsure of what Nyota was up to this evening. He knew she had an early start the next day, though he didn't know what she was planning this night. When he mad his way back to his room, he immediately saw that she was curled up in his bed. He smiled to himself and let her keep slumbering while he took a quick and quiet sonic shower. Not long after, he dressed down and ignoring his slight hunger, he climbed into bed, slipping under the covers behind her and curling his arm around her waist.

Nyota had never been a heavy sleeper, especially when she was alone, but as she slowly drifted towards consciousness she thought at first that she was still imagining the warm, perfect presence wrapped around her. She hummed contentedly as the sleep cleared from her mind enough to realize that he was really there beside her. "John?" she murmured sleepily, turning her head towards him and putting her hand over his on her waist, her fingers sliding into the space between his. A happy sigh fell from her lips as she pressed a little closer and lightly stroked his hand. It was good that she'd been able to fall asleep without him, but she always felt so completely safe and comfortable in his arms. "I was pretending you were here," she explained drowsily, even though she knew he wouldn't mind her being there. He knew how much difficulty she had sleeping alone.

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He leaned up on his elbow so he could look down at her as she stirred. John slid his free hand across her neck, moving her hair and leaning in to kiss the sensitive skin just below her jaw. She expressed what she had been doing and he smirked, placing a second kiss to her neck, pressing his front close to her back and looking down at her again. "That's pathetic, parrot," he teased. At the moment, he was having a hard time on anything but the way she smelled. He sighed and leaned down against, burying his face in her hair and murmuring, "I should let you sleep."

She made a contented little noise as he kissed below her jaw and then her neck. The way he pressed against her cleared some of the sleep out of her mind, though she still felt warm and drowsy and completely comfortable. Laughing softly at the teasing, she replied fondly, "Keep talking like that and I'll beat you up. What else was I supposed to do when you were working and I wanted to sleep?" The next words made her smile widen as she squeezed his hand and then slid her hand back to lightly trace his hip. "That's exactly what you should do," she teased, sliding her hand down his thigh.

"You could just try sleeping," he suggested, knowing he was just being difficult for fun. She slid her hand over his thigh and he knew the suggestion she was making and it didn't involve sleeping. He tightened his hold on her, pressing closer and kissing her neck up to her ear. "Careful," he teased, "keep that up and you won't be sleeping any time soon." He smirked and went back to kissing across her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her briefly.

"That's it. I'm definitely beating you up," she teased. She'd never imagined that she'd really be comfortable joking about her sleeping habits like this, but John made things she'd feared for so long seem inconsequential. The way his arms tightened around her caused her stomach squirm a little with desire, her breath hitching at the feel of his lips and tongue on her neck. "Hmmm. I think I may have had enough sleep for the moment, but you haven't slept at all," she replied, hand sliding back to squeeze his ass.

He laughed to himself, rocking his hips forward because he absolutely couldn't help it at this point. Even after all this time of getting used to each other, he'd never been able to resist her. Not when she was very clearly teasing just to get a rise out of him. John slide his hand lower on her hip, moving slightly inward on her pelvis, hand splayed. "I don't need sleep," he murmured.

The sound of his laughter made her heart swell with joy and love. "I love it when you laugh," she whispered, making another happy little noise as he rocked his hips against hers. She pressed back against him and moved her hips in a teasing little circle as his hand slid over her hip. "Good," she murmured back, sliding her leg along his a little and continuing to caress him with her hand. Her head tilted back so she could nuzzle against him.

John let out a low groan against her skin as she rocked her hips back against him. He slid his hand across her stomach, first moving upwards to caress every inch of her skin before he nuzzled in against her neck, sliding his hand back down outside the soft material of her panties. They'd been doing this a long time, so it wasn't so intimidating and he didn't have to gage her as much. He knew what she liked. For now, he moved his hand between her legs, fingers toying with her outside her only article of clothing. "I love you," he murmured.

By now she'd memorized all the sounds he made, and that familiar groan sent a shiver down her spine. His hand sliding slowly over her body left fire in its wake, and she rocked her hips again as her hand returned to his ass. By now he knew exactly how she liked to be touched, and every caress made her feel cherished and desired. When his hand slid between her legs her breath caught and came out as a soft moan, hips pressing almost involuntarily into his touch. I love you. She knew the day would never come when hearing him say those words didn't make her heart flutter a little. "I love you too, John yangu. Naku penda."

He hummed in response. She knew that just because he didn't say more, didn't mean he didn't feel more. He simply didn't say much and that was something that hadn't changed. She rocked her hips against his hand and he smiled. With a quick maneuver, John slid over her, his hips between her legs while she was on her back. He leaned in and kissed her passionately, moving against her but also pressing his fingers strategically between her legs.

He showed her in so many ways every day just how much he cared for her. Language was how she interpreted the universe, how she made it sensible, but John's unique form of communication was a language of its own. She needed to hear words of love spoken aloud on occasion, but she could never doubt his feelings for her. Her breath hitched again as he moved over her and shifted her onto her back, and then she was lost to the the passionate kiss. She returned it just as passionately, arching into his touch and moaning into the kiss as his fingers moved between her legs.

John kept on as he was, though after a few moments he slid his fingers beneath her panties, bringing direct contact to her and moving his fingers in calculated movements. He smiled against her lips, feeling her breath hitch. He groaned against her lips again, this time slipping his fingers gently between her legs and dipping inside her.

She couldn't keep herself from mewling and moaning needfully as his fingers slipped inside her panties and then dipped inside her. Her hips instinctively rolled into the touch, eyelashes fluttering as she let his touch and his sound overwhelm all else. Her hands glided lower to trace him through his briefs and then stroke him. Then they slid upwards to slip teasingly inside the waistline.

He grins as he moves his lips to her neck, nipping gently. Her hand finds its way lower and her groans, increasing the movement of his fingers. John wasn't feel very patient at the moment, not with her being as responsive as she was. He moved, shifting to the side a little to get her panties off of her while immediately after getting himself out of his briefs. "That's better," he murmurs against her lips.

It didn't matter how many times they did this or how long they'd been together; his touch still had the power to undo her so quickly. She lifted her hips to help him get her panties off and slid her hand between his legs again as soon as the briefs were gone. "Much," she agreed, nibbling on his lips as she stroked him and then kissing him a little breathlessly as she wrapped her legs around him.

John rocked his hips forward into her hand, recognizing that she was surprisingly just as needy as he was even though she'd been asleep when he'd arrived back here. He nudged his hips forward again, nestling himself closer to her and between her legs. Reaching between them, he kisses across her jaw and slowly guides himself into her. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He murmurs her name low and against her skin.

All thoughts of sleep were long forgotten. She couldn't withhold a long moan as he slid inside her, her head tipping back and her eyes fluttering closed as her body instinctively arched up to meet him. The way he murmured her name sent fire up her spine and made her chest swell with warmth. Her legs tightened around him and one hand tangled in his hair. "I need you, John," she murmured in Swahili, knowing he would understand the words. They had so many words for each other, but they were on their way to a place where all the words would vanish and all that remain was the two of them.

He met her moan by crushing his lips to her, swallowing it down and pressing fully forward. John moved slowly at first, his lips connected with hers with no desire to pull back. He slipped one arm around her waist between her bare skin and the mattress, forcing her back to arch towards him. The words spoken to him were easily recognizable now that he'd learned nearly enough to be fluent and it was a phrase he was definitely familiar with. "I know," he responds. With his arm around her waist, the other moved, pressing his palm flat to the bed and holding his torso up from hers so he could look down at her.

She moaned and sighed into the kiss, feeling completely consumed by their connection. His hand around her waist made her body arch upwards and ensured that the angle he hit inside her was absolutely perfect. Her legs clutched him tighter, encouraging him to move deeper and faster inside her. When the kiss broke she moaned again, trying to keep her eyes open so she could look up at him. She never felt the need to guard herself around him, but now she felt completely open, her eyes full of love as she looked up at him. A breathless little half-laugh half-moan escaped her lips at his reply. "Please," she murmured, still in Swahili.

"Patience," his response was whispered while he focused solely on where they came together. He used the leverage he had by holding her waist to encourage deeper though not faster thrusts. His eyes scanned over her face, long neck and breasts, taking in all that she was as he moved slowly within her.

"Tease," she murmured fondly, though they both knew she loved the slow pace. Her arms were around him, one hand cupping the back of his neck; she wanted to be as tangled up with him as possible. With every slow thrust she arched into his touch, reveling in the fact that she could feel every inch of him and swiveling her hips to make sure he could feel every inch of her. "Naku penda John."

He smirked, breaking his concentration briefly only to smile at her. She liked being teased just enough. She wasn't actually complaining at him. Besides, he liked teasing her. John, however, was a man and would lose patience with himself. He removed his hand from her waist to press both hands to the bed beside her shoulders, holding himself up as he picked up his pace. "I love you," he replied in English, gazing down at her, holding his eyes open with a bit of force so he could watch her body move beneath him.

She felt as if she could melt into the bed even though her body was drawn taught with building need. When he removed his hand she remained arched against him, using her legs to help leverage her off the bed. She matched the faster pace, unable to keep quiet or keep her eyes open, though she forced herself to look up at him briefly when he murmured those words she so loved to hear. They still affected her so powerfully she almost tumbled over the edge right there, but she held on, wanting to draw out this perfect moment.

His goal was to bring her as much pleasure as possible. It was always his goal, while still finding just how much he can torture himself before he gives in, too. Holding himself up and rocking his hips faster against her, making sure to thrust deeply into her. He let out a groan, breathing hard and feeling his body want to give under the pressure. She felt amazing, which was nothing new, but it never failed to consume him.

He was always so attentive to what she wanted and needed, always so in tune with her without having to utter a word. Even before they were together he had always stood by her side. And now every thought and every sense was focused only on his love and his touch and how wonderfully he moved inside her. When she felt herself teetering on the edge she forced her eyes open to look up at him and then let herself fall over with his name on her lips.

Her body drew him in, feeling her give as he continue to thrust through it, his own body ready to give way. John watches her as she says his name, eyes open and pure, unadulterated pleasure on her face. That was enough for him. A few harsh thrusts later, he buries himself inside her and releases with a groan, his eyes shutting tightly. He wraps and arm around her back again, holding her close as he rides it out with her.

She felt him tumble after her and let her eyes drift closed as the world around her dissolved into nothing but pleasure. For a long moment she rode out the aftershocks, limbs still tightened around him, and then slowly relaxed against the bed as she caught her breath. Slowly the world came back to her and she opened her eyes to look at him, a lazy smile on her face. She murmured another quiet "Naku penda," and then sought out his lips to kiss him gently.

He managed to keep his eyes on hers as they body came down from the heightened state. John, remaining between her legs, dropped his face to press against Nyota's neck, nuzzling against her skin and cuddling close. He let out an appreciative groan, something that he often did after sex. She felt amazing and always would. It took a moment for him to catch his breath before he rolled of to the side of her, though still gathering her up in his arms.

These moments of near stillness when they were pressed together were pure bliss, and she sighed happily as he rolled off her and pulled her close. She cuddled against him and nuzzled his cheek, body relaxed and sated. "Much better than sleep," she whispered, even though they would probably both drift off soon. But it was definitely worth losing a little sleep in order to feel him like that and to have it reaffirmed once more that there was no one for her but him.

She curled in against him and he smiled, relaxed and now pretty sleepy himself. She whispered and he laughed lightly, not replying, but smiling to himself. Yes, that was definitely better than sleep. They would be practicing that more than sleeping, he imagined. He turned his head to kiss her forehead. "I love you," he said quietly, eyes shutting while he let his mind wander.

His laugh made her smile widen. Of all the sounds he made it was perhaps her favorite, second only to his voice when he sang or spoke her name. She immediately amended this conclusion when he spoke those three words she would never tire of hearing. "I love you too," she replied. "I'm so glad I found you." Sometimes it felt more as if he'd found her; he'd realized before she had that they were made for each other, but she was immensely grateful that she had eventually recognized how happy they could be together.

He'd found her only by accident and then when he realized that they needed to be together, it was one hell of a fight to get there. She was taken and he was in love. He wasn't one to fight or start anything and for the most part, he kept to himself, but there wasn't any way that he could not take a chance at her. It clearly paid off. "Sleep, parrot," he suggested quietly, eyes drifting shut as he said it.

She'd been so comfortable with him right from the start that she hadn't even realized she was falling hopelessly in love. To say their relationship had had a rocky start would be an understatement, but it was all worth it to have arrived at this moment, where she felt warm and completely safe in his arms. Her only regret was that she'd hurt him along the way. She hummed in response to his statement and kissed his cheek before letting her eyes close. "Usiku mwema John," she whispered as she started to drift into sleep.

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