nyota_uhura24 | [For chrischapel]

Uhura was furious. Even though she tried not to let herself be this angry, a part of he couldn't let it go. She was used to sexist men - that descriptor fit most men in the Empire - but this had been too much. Cadet Johnson was her junior, and had absolutely no right to speak to her as if she were garbage. Not when she was the best linguist in all of Starfleet.

She stomped back to her quarters, planning to kick Gaila out as soon as she got there and wondering if she shouldn't go in search of Johnson and make an example of him. When the door to her quarters slid open she froze. Something wasn't right. Quickly flicking on the light switch, she took in the scene, eyes widening slightly in surprise and then narrowing in understanding.

Christine Chapel. A woman who was as skilled at saving life as she was at taking it away.

Cadet Peter Johnson. The man who'd dared to speak to her as if she were trash. Bound and gagged.

A slow smile spread across her face, one inquisitive eyebrow arching. "You brought me a present?"

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Christine couldn't help but think that Uhura was a bit distracting without even trying. She chuckled when she flicked the botched C, but got back to work.

She had just finished the H when Nyota pressed down harder and taunted him. Christine stopped carving and watched for a moment. She watched as Johnson hovered near unconsciousness and she felt a constant thrumming through her body, and she smiled in anticipation when Uhura bit his ear.

She put the scalpel down and her hand hovered over the chemicals in her case. She loaded two into the hypospray. She gave it a moment to mix before jabbing it in his neck. The effect was instantaneous and Johnson's eyes began to water wildly and tears leaked out of his eyes. "There. He's going to feel like his blood is on fire for a while." She stated simply looking Uhura up and down.

She knew this could be a dangerous thing but she could take care of himself. "It'll keep him in excruciating pain." She said taking the step up to the other woman, snaking her hand around the back of her neck and pulling her to her to kiss her hard pressing her own body close.

Christine thought she may not have ever been so turned on in her life.

Uhura watched, intrigued, as Chapel loaded the hypospray. She'd learned the art of torture from an early age, but she'd never worked beside someone with real medical knowledge. In fact, she'd rarely worked with a partner at all, but it clearly had its advantages.

"Is there an antidote? Or will it simply take time to wear off?" she asked, intrigued. When they were finished here, she would ask which compounds she'd used. Perhaps they'd work together again sometime, but she wanted the knowledge anyway. When she promised the man would be in excruciating pain Uhura smiled, lips stretched back to reveal her teeth.

As Chapel stepped closer she instinctively tensed slightly, muscles coiled in preparation for whatever might come next.

It wasn't really a surprise when the woman pulled her in for a kiss, but it still caught her slightly off guard. For a split second she was frozen in place, and then she pressed her body against Chapel's, tangling a hand in her hair and kissing her all the more passionately to make up for her brief hestiation. She tried to suck the other woman's tongue into her mouth so she could trap it with her teeth. She wouldn't willingly relinquish control.

"Both." Christine muttered distractedly. Of course she didn't bring the antidote. There wasn't a need for it. Especially since she used it as a placeholder so she could do something else. That dosage would last about an hour.

She couldn't help the slight moan of pleasure when Nyota began to kiss back. For the moment she let her lead the kiss, but only so Christine could press herself harder against the other woman's body using Nyota hips roughly to leverage.

This would be interesting two control freaks.

Christine hadn't exactly forgotten about Johnson, but she she found herself wishing that his vocal cords weren't paralyzed. She couldn't even imagine the high she'd get from doing this while listening to his screams.

She broke off the kiss for Nyota's neck. Biting the skin.

Uhura didn't forget about the man bound to the bed, but right now her focus was on the exceptional, gorgeous woman currently fighting her for control of their embrace. She understood battle better than anything else, so the feel of the other woman roughly pressing against her made heat pool between her legs.

The fact that the man was forced to watch silently - and was in excruciating pain - just made it better. And of course Chapel was brilliant enough to put Johnson on Gaila's bed so that her own was available. First, however, she tried to angle the other woman so she could press her against the wall, a soft moan escaping her lips as Chapel bit her neck. She tilted her head to give the woman more access, the slight edge of pain making the pleasure all the more intense.

When Nyota moaned, Christine's breath nearly hitched as she felt herself warm. She actually let herself be pushed into the wall enjoying the sound of the thump her back made with it.

She just didn't let go of Nyota when it happened. She kept her close. She could spy Johnson on Gaila's bed over Nyota's shoulder he looked confused, scared, and in excruciating pain.

Her hand went to the short hem of Nyota's skirt and instantly went under it gripping her thigh hard, leaving little cresent marks with her finger nails. "I need to fuck you." It didn't sound begging. It was a statement of fact. She wanted nothing more that for Nyota to come apart. Or hell herself.

This encounter contained so many things that turned Uhura on: a captive audience, torture, a beautiful woman, pain, and a fight for control. Even the slight edge of danger, the part of her that didn't know if Chapel wasn't after something else, made this better.

When the hand gripped her thigh she groaned, hoping she would leave marks. "Then fuck me," she all but growled, hands gripping Chapel's hips as she bucked against her, looking for friction. Her lips found the other woman's ear and sucked it into her mouth before she bit it, not too hard but hard enough.

The demanding tone did wonders for Christine's already extremely heightened arousal. In most situations with a demanding partner she made them wait and made them beg, but there was something so intoxicating about this whole thing that she found she didn't have the patience, especially when Uhura bit her ear.

Her hand slipped further up Nyota's thigh to the band of her underwear. She didn't even attempt to waste the time pulling them down. Instead her hand slipped inside the material. Uhura was already wet. Chapel had said she needed to fuck her and Uhura had told her to. There was no pretense of slow or sweet. Chapel needed to feel her.

She slid two fingers into her entrance quickly letting her thumb put pressure on her clit as she began to firmly fuck her with her fingers. She pressed her own thighs together tightly for friction, and her other hand tangled in Uhura's hair to pull her head to the side to let her teeth scrape the skin of her neck.

Edited 2012-01-16 01:44 (UTC)

Normally Uhura preferred to be in control of her sexual encounters, and she'd never allow a man to boss her around, but the demanding way Chapel was pressed against her was sexy as all hell. When the woman's hand slid inside her panties she moaned, rolling her hips against the hand in search of more friction. The man tied to Gaila's bed was all but forgotten.

"Fuck," she groaned out, lashes fluttering when Chapel's thumb found her clit. The rough way she pulled her head to the side and nipped her neck was absolutely fucking perfect.

Not wanting to be completely passive, she slid her hand around to Chapel's ass and gripped it tightly, kneading it with her fingers and then pulling her groin flush against Uhura's thigh.

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