[For chrischapel]

[nyota_uhura24]

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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[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

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.

[chrischapel.livejournal.com]

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.

[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

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.