Stressed Out (Part 2 of 2) [18+]

Posted on 21 Sep 2012 @ 3:51pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Lieutenant Lilou Zaren

2,414 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: Episode 01 - Project Sienna
Location: USS Galileo - Peers' Quarters
Timeline: MD 09 - 0255 hrs

Previously, on Stressed Out (Part 1)

She smiled despite herself, watching the model turn. "We're so very tiny," she murmured. "The Galileo no more than the size of a thumb. Which makes us... infinitesimal. Specks in the midst of nothingness." The thought was a comforting one. How could her problems mean anything in the face of the ever expanding, infinite space? Focusing on that vastness and the unpredictability of its nature gave her space to breathe. "What do you like about her?"

"The facilities, I think." he answered. It was the first thing that came to mind and, being a former Marine, he had more appreciation for the small luxuries such as shooting ranges, weight rooms, gyms, and dedicated training holodecks. "I always thought that a Sovereign Class was more like a small city...they have everything they need to undertake long missions." he explained, then paused for a brief moment of thought. "Us, on the other hand, we have to stop and resupply every couple months...and we don't even have a bar." he added with a light chuckle and a shake of his head.

She closed her eyes, thinking of the little bar in the grove of Trill that she and Will had found. "We have holodecks. Or we will, once we get them running again."

"Yeah...two holodecks for a compliment of eighty...plus the scientists." he replied with a smirk, "Means the average petty officer gets only two hours of time per week...not exactly my idea of relaxation, but I guess something is better than nothing." he added, then rested his head back on the pillow and scooted closer to Lilou.

"Well, I'm pretty sure the designers didn't imagine we'd be crossing paths with the Dominion or fighting the Klingons when they designed her. Maybe they would have put in a bar then."

The chief grumbled to himself. "Yeah, I suppose so..." he mumbled then let out a sigh. "I guess we can just relax the old-fashioned way." he added as he rubbed her side then leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.

And Now, the Conclusion...

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"Hmm-" she kissed him back, letting the texture of his lips distract her from her own mind. The idea of relaxing brought up images of massages and candlelight and soft music. And that was followed immediately by the image of Will bleeding on the bridge. She swallowed hard and tugged Lamar closer. "Maybe relaxing is overrated."

He felt her pull him closer and gladly complied. "Yeah...maybe if you're a Borg drone." he joked in a rather dry manner before giving her his undivided attention. Careful to balance his weight, he rolled on top of her then moved his mouth from her lips and slowly kissed down the side of her neck across her line of Trill spots. He stopped when he reached the base of her collar, and his hands began to fumble with her uniform in an attempt to remove her garments.

"Maybe I am. Have you checked?" she asked with a sly smile, gently placing the models on the nightstand with one hand as he made his way down her neck.

He grinned a bit then pulled back to quickly survey the bed and remove any stray PADDs that were laying around. He placed them on the nightstand next to her models then looked back at her. "Would love to." he replied as he moved his hands on her hips and snaked his fingers underneath her uniform top. With a slight pull, he tugged it free and began to lift it up her torso. "You know, I've never had a Borg girlfriend before..." he said softly, then bent down and placed his lips on her navel and began to kiss his way up her belly to the bottom of her chest.

She paused at his words, but collapsed back against her pillow as he mapped her skin with his mouth, her lashes feathering her cheeks. Girlfriend? she wondered. Was he saying that he thought of her that way? Or just making more jokes? She'd never been anyone's girlfriend before. Her relationships had always been more transient. His teeth grazed her rib and she sighed happily. Not the time to ask questions. She tugged her shirt up and over her head, arching into his touch.

Lamar looked at her intently. His hands moved up her sides and he bent back down to tend to her, slowly and deliberately continuing to kiss her soft skin until his head was in the middle of her chest. With a quick adjustment, he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and let his tongue play around with the sensitive bud of flesh. Several long moments passed as he indulged himself before he moved back up her neck and passionately kissed her on the lips again.

She moaned against his lips, her skin cool under his hands. Linking her arms around his neck, she scraped her calloused fingertips against the back of his neck, pressing them into the taut muscles there. As her thumb found a knot and released it, she took advantage of his groan to deepen the kiss.

The way she released his built-up tension with just the touch of her fingers was delightful. His tongue rubbed and lapped against hers as he happily sighed deep from his throat, then he shifted his position to place himself in between her legs. When their lips finally parted, he sat back and upright, then moved his hands to her waist and anxiously started to pull her pants down. If there was ever a time he wanted to make love to and comfort her, it was right now. He took a free hand and began to pull his shirt off, then quickly remembered her previous troubles. "Computer, lights off." he said in a quiet voice, then waited for the few milliseconds to pass as the LCARS core processed his request and dimmed the lights to a non-existent level. Only the ambient twinkle from the stars shone into the room, and he hoped she wouldn't be able to see the artistic patterns on his toned chest and arms. But tattoos aside, the bulge in the center of his pants was obvious.

The darkness was a welcome relief. Freed from the subconscious fear of seeing those tattoos again and being thrust back into memory, Lilou swept her hands down over his bared back and wiggled to help him get rid of her pants. As she moved, she rubbed her hip up against the evidence of his attraction and grinned shamelessly in the dark. "Want," she murmured against his lips. "Now. You." She rolled her palm over him, feeling him harden even more; was that even possible? She bit back a laugh of relief and slipped her hand inside his pants, stroking him.

He felt her cool hand rubbing and playing with his large member inside his pants, and happily pulled his trousers down to give her more access, tossing them off the end of the bed with a wiggle of his foot. He heard her whisper her desire to him, and in the darkness, it was exciting. "Yes, ma'am." he whispered back. His heart began to beat faster as his slipped his own hand in between her legs and gently began to rub against her sex, letting his fingers slide over her wet folds and tease her tight opening. Following her lead, he pressed his hips against hers and placed an elbow on either side of her head to support himself. He moved his lips to the side of her head and playfully nibbled on her earlobe as he waited for her to place him inside of her.

Lilou tilted her head to the side, giving Lamar better access to her ear and neck as she allowed herself the luxury of time, smoothing her hands over his shaft. She could feel his pulse beneath her fingertips, his breath against her skin, the tremble in his arms as he held himself aloft over her; there was power in all of that. She was in control. It was a marvelous feeling and if she could keep herself focused on that, and on his smile and the way he said 'ma'am' so respectfully despite the fact that he was a couple heads taller than her and could probably crush her with his thumb... she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his neck as she drew him into her, hand over hand, then gripped his backside and pulled him firmly into her to the hilt, exhaling as he filled her.

Lamar felt himself slide deep inside of her, then closed his eyes as she pulled his butt down until their hips pressed against each other. She felt wonderful; warm, wet and very tight around his thick shaft. A long and sensual moment passed as he remained still and let her body adjust to his size, then he slowly began to thrust in and out. He opened his eyes again and stared down at her beautiful face, then placed another passionate kiss on her lips. Under the starlight, he watched her body gently slide up and down on the sheets in rhythm with his motions.

He was watching her intently and his stare made her heart thunder in her chest. Pleasure and fear warred for dominance in her fragile psyche. She didn't think he'd harm her. He hadn't given her any reason to think so. And he felt wickedly, wonderfully good. But the memories were lying so close to the surface now... she surged into the kiss, trying to drown out her thoughts in the tangible present. Just to stay there, in that moment, instead of remembering or trying to think of what might happen another time. All she could do was live, here and now, and keep her fingers crossed that she wouldn't die in the next week. There were more than enough things to fear now without borrowing the trouble of phantom marines. "More," she begged breathlessly.

The sound of sex began to softly echo throughout the room as he happily complied and began to increase the pace, methodically pumping himself in and out of her and occasionally slowing to grind his hips into hers. As several long minutes passed, his breathing quickened and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead and chest, and the occasional grunt slipped from his lips. The chief reached forward with one hand to grip the head of the bed frame, giving himself more leverage.

Her hands latched onto his shoulders from behind, hooking herself up and against him. Her head hung back, her long mouse-brown hair pooling on the pillow. The harder he thrust, the lower the sounds were that crawled out of her throat - mewling wordless pleas that culminated in a quaking shout muffled against his mouth and a second a couple minutes later that left her collapsed beneath him trying to refocus her eyes.

He could feel an aching, twinging sensation in his groin and knew that it was only a short matter of time now. Lilou's moans excited him even more, and he reached down with a free hand to pull her leg up and allow himself to push even deeper. His head dropped down next to hers and he bit on his lower lip hard in anticipation. With a loud groan, he closed his eyes as he came and felt his warm fluid begin to spurt inside of her with consecutive spasms. After several final, hard thrusts, he collapsed on top of her, careful to not smother her small frame.

She gave up on her eyes, pressing her cheek to his skin and focusing her dizzy attention on the feel of his heartbeat and the smell of his sweat.

As he panted to regain his breath, he opened his eyes again and placed another long kiss on her mouth before rolling onto his side and slipping out of her. With a glazed look in his brown eyes, he affectionately stroked her cheek and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder. "Feel better?" he asked with a whisper and a small grin.

What she felt was blissfully sore and she gauged she'd probably be feeling that for a day or two to come. In answer, she rolled on top of him and pillowed her head on his chest so she could listen to his heartbeat slow to normal. His frame was larger than hers by just enough that she had room to snuggle and situate on him, then slid her cold hands between his back and the bed to keep them warm. "You?" she mumbled against his skin.

"Yes, much." he replied, then snaked an arm around her waist and gently caressed her tight bottom. "And it looks like you aren't a drone, after all." he joked with a small chuckle. Inside, he was happy to see Lilou relaxed and enjoying herself. It was a stark contrast to the state in which she had arrived earlier, and he hoped that he had been able to comfort her for the time being. Judging by her current affections, he reckoned he had succeeded. "What time is your shift tomorrow?" he asked, stifling a yawn with the back of his other hand.

"I'm back on at 0500," she mumbled. "We've got rolling shifts, trying to manage the damage, and without Quinn-" she yawned. "There's only Willis and me to keep an eye on things. Still need to go over the reports before... I get to sleep." She yawned again, mashing her face sleepily against the solid muscle of his chest.

"0500?" he asked, then turned his head and looked at the small LCARS alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed, noting it was already just past 0300. "I think the reports can wait...you need to get some rest if you have to be back up in only two hours." he said. Placing a final soft kiss on the top of her head, he closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, then pulled the covers over both of them and let himself slowly drift into sleep.

"But I..." Her words trailed off as exhaustion and post-coital lethargy flanked her and sent her headlong into dreams.

[OFF]

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MWO Lilou Peers
Assistant Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

MCPO Lamar Darius
Chief of the Boat
USS Galileo
NPC'd by Lirha Saalm

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