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It was hard to believe that she'd only known about the pregnancy for a few hours. Already it felt as if her whole life had changed, and already it felt like she'd been waiting eons to tell John the news. She was trying her best not to speculate on what his reaction would be. Burying herself in work provided a measure of temporary distraction, but her mind kept drifting to her unborn child. Eventually she gave up and called up the computer's database on prenatal care, wanting to at least familiarize herself with what she should expect and how she could ensure the child's health. Then she reviewed the regulations regarding pregnant crewmembers; she could continue to perform her duties for the duration of the mission, though her involvement in away missions would drastically decrease. When she really thought about it, the timing could actually have been a lot worse. She'd be on Earth well before she had to deliver.

Towards the end of his shift Nyota sent John a PADD message asking him to come to her quarters when he was free. She took care not to say anything out of the ordinary, because even though part of her wanted to warn him that this wasn't just another evening, she didn't want to worry him with comments like, "We need to talk." Then she made a mug of tea and tried once more to come to terms with what was happening, joy and nerves still warring for control. She was nervous about not being ready, about John's reaction, about how this would affect her career and their relationship, but in spite of everything this was still a dream come true.

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She grinned when he pulled his shirt off, shifting to make it easier for him to get hers off as well. His hands on her skin elicited soft sighs of pleasure. As always his touch made her feel worshiped, cherished, loved. They still had so much to talk about, but she didn't think she could be blamed for simply melting into his touch after he'd proposed to her like that. The words still echoed in her mind, intensifying her need for him. She shuddered slightly as he kissed her neck, breath hitching when his mouth found her breasts. Her body arched into his touch, her mind full of the fact that he wasn't just her boyfriend anymore. He was her fiance. And most importantly of all, he was hers. As her hands wandered over whatever skin they could reach, she murmured, "Mgodi." Mine.

John continued his journey over her skin until he moved downwards enough to get at her pants. He made quick work of those like he had her shirt, pulling back and moving momentarily so he could get her out of them. Hitching his hands in her panties, he tugged those down, too. First, John met her lips again with his, but with a grin, he wrapped his arms around her naked body and rolled them both over so she was now hovering over him. In this position, his hands wandered more freely, including between her legs briefly.

The sounds she'd been making was more than enough to have him going. John took a second to undo his fly, though they quickly returned to pleasuring her in any way he could.

Nyota lifted her hips to help him get her pants and panties off, smirking up at him once she was fully unclothed. The change in position prompted a soft, pleased laugh, and she kissed him again hard as her own hands started to wander. His touch ensured that she continued to gasp and moan softly, especially when his hands wandered between her legs. But she had other plans for the time being, and they involved getting the rest of his clothes off. Shifting downwards, she kissed her way along his neck and then lavished attention on his chest, lightly tugging on a nipple with her teeth and then laving it with her tongue. Her hands started easing down his pants.

John had to swallow hard to keep from giving a very emasculating whine. He held back and shut his eyes, hands fisting in anticipation. He looked down at her, watching her mouth move over his chest and grinning as he hands made way to his pants. John shifted his hips, helping her tug them off. He took a deep breath and sifted his fingers through her long hair for a moment.

The way his eyes slid shut and his hands fisted in the sheets made her redouble her efforts to drive him crazy with need for her. She managed to divest him of his pants, getting his briefs off at the same time, and though she considered for a moment continuing to move her mouth lower, right now it felt important for them to be joined completely. Kissing her way back up again, she moved her hand between his legs to give him a long, slow stroke.

John's mouth did drop open when her hand took to him, a slow and teasing stroke. He opened his eyes and now with her situated again, he slid his hands over her hips. His finger sought the heat between her legs, pressing into her and thrusting in slow, deep strokes as much as he could from this angle. He watched her face, looking for reactions while he simultaneously rocked his hips into her hand.

Grinning, she stroked him again, swirling her thumb over the head. It took concerted effort to keep stroking him when his finger slid inside her, and she couldn't hold back a moan or keep from pressing her body down onto his finger and swiveling her hips in search of more stimulation. Her head tipped back, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

This was, if he was honest with himself, one of his favorite things to do. Partially because they always ended up trying to outdo the other. She was very clearly enjoying the motion of his fingers while she was making him lose the ability to think with anything but the erection in her hand. It was no wonder she had him wrapped around her finger. Yes, he loved her more than he could every dare to express, but he also was a puddle in her sexual hands. Pressing a second finger into her, he grinned as she moved with him.

Nyota found it almost strange that she could be so completely comfortable with him - as if she didn't need to prove anything at all - while simultaneously wanting to be better for him. He challenged and inspired her without putting any pressure on her. It was the same here, where she wanted to drive him up the wall with pleasure but still felt completely accepted and cherished. Her hand continued to expertly tease him, her touch just shy of what he needed, while her body rocked against his fingers. She was already wet, and soon she'd be ready to feel him inside her.

He groaned out in frustration. There just wasn't quite enough and though that was good since they weren't quite there yet, he was still feeling the build up of it. John used his thumb to tease her clit simultaneously, hoping to instigate her further. Even just like this, he was going crazy with need to feel her wrapped around him. It was the same every time. All he wanted was to have her and make sure she felt unbelievable pleasure. He bucked against her hand, a point being made at just how he was feeling.

She was a little breathless with pleasure, but managed to smirk down at him when he groaned in frustration. "Patience," she purred, liking the fact that he needed her so badly. It was difficult to hold on to any of her composure, however, when he stroked her clit, the move making her shudder hard against him. It was tempting to keep teasing him, but her own need was too great, and the way he was bucking into her hands had her stomach squirming with desire. She shifted back a little, encouraging him to remove his hand so she could position herself above him.

"I've got very little of that at the moment, love," he teased, still moving his fingers expertly. She shifted though and he took the clue, giving her a few more movements with his fingers before pulling back. His hands slid to her hips and he watched her, waiting to see what her next move would be.

"Then I guess I'll just have to teach you," she teased back, thighs quivering slightly at the attentions of his hand. As she shifted she kept her hand on him, positioning herself to rub teasingly against him, the contact making her moan softly, needfully. It was almost too much of a tease for her, too.

He gritted his teeth, trying to lift his hips towards her. She was doing a bloody perfect job of making this absolutely torturous. Okay, he was the idiot who let her be in charge in the first place. John swallowed hard and groaned, his hands smoothing over her thighs, eyes drifting shut.

Perhaps she shouldn't drive him crazy like this, but sometimes she just needed to see need on his face, needed to make him all but desperate to have her. But she decided she'd tortured them both long enough - mostly, anyway - and slowly sunk down on to him, moaning loudly at finally feeling him inside her.

That made him groan, pressing his hips upwards and she moved down. He didn't want to go faster than she wanted, but he was getting to the point where it was completely driving him crazy. Finally to have himself engulfed by her, he exhaled heavily, holding her hips as an anchor to it and looked up at her face, knowing it felt just as good for her.

The sounds he made just heightened her arousal, making her body all but thrum with need. His grip on her hips steadied her, and she looked down at him, eyes full of love and desire. Slowly, too slowly, she started to rock her hips against him, moaning unrepentantly. "Gods, you feel perfect," she whispered in Swahili as her pace increased.

He couldn't say anything in reply, because he was having a hard time focusing on anything but how she felt. He watched her face, eyes trailing down her body and back up, scanning all that was his fiance. Every inch of her made him want her more and thank God she decided to start a quicker pace or he'd have to completely take over. Not quite yet, he wouldn't.. eventually.

The slow buildup had been torture for her as well, and now she was rolling her hips swiftly against his, chasing after the pleasure she so desperately needed. It felt so right to move with him like this, to belong to him and know that he belonged to her. Her grip on Standard was lost all together, and she murmured out soft pleas and encouragements in Swahili.

It was a good thing he'd been learning Swahili. When they were first together and she pulled that, he had no idea what she was saying. Now he could at least keep up and take directions if she had any suggestions. Right now, the only one he had was to push himself up, his mouth moving to her neck and down to her breasts, arms wrapped around her tightly.

His mouth on her body drove a needy, keening noise from her lips, and she might have lost her balance if it hadn't been for his arms tight around her. She loved being tangled up with him like this. The rest of the world ceased to exist, and she simply felt free and happy and so very good. Swahili words continued to tumble from her lips, interspersed with his name.

He continued his journey over her skin with his lips, grinning at how much of a talker she was during sex. Maybe he was amused by it for no reason, but it was what it was. He took a moment to roll them over, laying her back to the bed and posing himself above her. Leaning in he kissed her lips, deepening it immediately and began to rock his hips against her, starting slow and building quickly.

One of the main reasons Nyota had never liked being intimate with people she didn't love was that she always felt open and exposed during sex. All her walls came tumbling down and she couldn't hold back her sounds or her words. The feel of his body and his lips were making it very difficult to hold on to her coherency, however, and soon there were more moans and needy whimpers than words. When he flipped them over she gasped slightly, arching against him and moaning into his kiss as she rolled her hips up to meet him.

Slipping his hand between them, John used the aid of his fingers to further her along. He wanted to feel her let go just as badly as he needed it. Nuzzling in against her neck, he groaned, moving his hips hard against her, making sure to angle it just right. They'd done this enough time for him to know what she liked and what she needed and right now, that was his only focus.

The touch of his fingers combined with the angling of his hips drove all remaining thoughts from her mind. There was nothing but his touch and his voice and shared love and need. Her body moved with him, shuddering around him as he brought her closer and closer to the brink. "Naku penda," she moaned out. I love you. Every muscle was drawn taut, but she held out just a moment longer before she let herself tumble over, crying out his name.

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