Close Encounters of the Romulan Kind (Part 2 of 2) [18+]

Posted on 03 Apr 2017 @ 11:29pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Sub-commander S'anara Valdran
Edited on on 03 Apr 2017 @ 11:30pm

1,698 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Episode 14 - Statecraft
Location: IKS DuJa'Q - Valdran's Quarters
Timeline: MD 03, 1904 hrs

[CONTINUED]

She took a quick sip from her glass and then turned to give him her full attention. S'anara looked into his eyes, leaning forward a little and softly said "I'm sorry."

What happened next, the motive was unclear, but her close proximity, the liquor, and her admission of guilt were enough for him to lean into her movement and press his lips firmly against hers. He tilted his head slightly to deepen the initial kiss.

This kiss was chaste at first but was quickly becoming more. After her brief surprised reaction, S'anara began to respond, her lips moving against his. As he deepen the kiss, her tongue slipped out and very shyly traced the contours of his mouth.

He responded in kind, at first exchanging slow and lengthy tongue laps before relaxing himself with a sigh and exerting more passion into it. One of his large hands reached down to rub her hip and firm thighs, while the other one made its way to the small of her back. She tasted and felt good -- strong, yet also soft and sensual.

Feeling his hands on her hip and back, she shifted herself and moved to sit on his lap, straddling him on the couch. Her hands moved, one caressing his cheek, the other his chest as the kiss grew more passionate. Suddenly there was a beeping sound and she pulled back. Panting, she turned her head to try to find the origin of the sound and relaxed as she found it. "Cleaning processor...your clothes are done."

He reached down and swiftly pulled his shirt up and over his head, breaking their kiss for only a matter of seconds before he tossed the garment aside. The irony of his uniform finally being clean at the most unnecessary moment made him grin. "...Won't be needing that..." he whispered with a soft laugh while he started to undo his belt. The bulge in his pants was beginning to feel painful which caused him to slide his trousers down to his ankles. He then reached up and started to fumble with her unfamiliar uniform, trying to figure out how it came off.

S'anara pulled back a little and reached over and unzipped her own uniform, letting the clothing fall to the ground with little effort. She returned to him, lips meeting his, as her body pressed against his.

Lamar began to trail a series of kisses down the side of her lips and to her neck. With her garments now discarded, he slid a hand down to the top of her butt and squeezed the soft flesh. His mouth continued to descend, nibbling slowly at her neck and then down to the tops of her breasts. He took one of her pert nipples between his lips and began to firmly suck on it while re-positioning his hips until his girth was directly beneath her. Holding her waist tightly, he pressed his large member into the tight opening between her thighs and gave an upward thrust. The large tip stretched her damp folds and burst inside of her, traveling deep into her core.

S'anara let out a soothing moan as she felt him slide deep inside her. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as she began to lift up on her knees and lower herself down on him. She leaned over, so that her mouth was right against his ear. "You feel so good." she whispers before beginning to nibble on his earlobe.

He let out a content sigh of pleasure when he felt her slide all the way down on top of him. The feeling was most mutual, and her warm, slick, and tight insides felt amazing. Closing his eyes, he pulled her close to him and tilted his head to give her more access to the side of his neck. Loads of pent up stress and anger from being held captive on the colony seemed to disappear from his mind in a matter of seconds and were quickly replaced by the surging eroticism of intercourse.

She quickly moved to plant kisses on his neck as she moved with his body, hitting the right rhythm. Her hands caressed his chest; rubbing his muscles as all the anger, all the sorrow, and pain she carried since the destruction of her home drained away as she succumb to the moment. Succumb to the pleasure and passion. Her hand slipped up and caressed Lamar's cheek, turning his face towards her as she rests her forehead against his.

He looked into her deep green eyes once again, then down to her bare chest and waist. He watched and panted as she slid herself up and down on top of him while their two different skin tones contrasted against each other under the dim lighting. He could feel himself struggling to keep his composure so he did the best thing he could think of by keeping her pulled close and leaning his head back. "S'anara..." he whispered, not able to articulate the words to tell her he was about to climax.

S'anara knew what he was implying and whispered in return, "I'm close too...ohhh!" She moaned as her body shuddered as the ecstasy consume her like a forest fire blazing out of control. Her head arched back and her voice rose, almost to a yell, as her muscles spasms, squeezing around him.

The feeling of her insides contracting around him was bliss. He grit his teeth and tightened his grip on her back in order to hold her in place while he erupted inside of her. Lamar groaned and shivered, releasing a thick flow into her body while also pushing his hips up and into her as far as he could go.

S'anara's internal glow had faded away, as she pillowed her head on his chest, gaping for breath. She was totally and completely satiated, her nerves humming with contentment. For the first time in ages, S'anara was at peace.

Rubbing her bare back to feel the warmth of her smooth skin, Lamar leaned back into the couch and pulled her with her. His breath was also slightly labored, but he was happy to let her stay on top of him as long as she wanted. "That was almost as good as the Romulan Ale," he teased with a soft chuckle.

S'anara giggled and then lifted off his chest to look down at him, grinning widely. "It was...very enjoyable."

"Does this mean I can stay the night?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't relegate him back to his quarters after a one-and-done like the other women in the past. "I can't promise I cook a good breakfast but we can do some more things. You know, the 'enjoyable' ones..."

S'anara relaxed into his arms, "You may stay the night. After-all I am enjoying your company." she chuckled.

Lamar gave her a kiss on the lips then looked at her curiously. "I thought Romulans didn't enjoy anything?" At least, that was the word that'd floated around the SFMC during his tours of duty. Or was it? "Oh wait, no," he began to correct himself while thinking about it in more detail, "that's the Vulcans."

S'anara stared at him for a moment, debating whether to feel offended to be compared to a Vulcan, but decided not to. "As you just experienced... Romulans can be quite passionate." She replied giving him a quick kiss.

Ain't that the truth, he agreed in his head. "Can I ask you something? I don't really know that much about Romulan and Vulcan history...they didn't really teach that when I was going through boot camp in the Corps. Why's there so much animosity between your two peoples?" He rubbed his hand lightly over her curvy backside to let he know he wasn't judging.

"That will take long to explain." She chuckled, resting her head on his chest. "Suffice it to say, it boils down to this, they chose logic, we picked emotions."

Seemed simple enough, now that she put it that way. But Lamar wondered why they'd been forced to choose in the first place. He wondered how much history they'd shared despite technically being different species separated by many light years. "One of these days you gotta give me a history lesson in the basics," he said before changing the subject to something a bit more immediate. "So...when my crew's finally done with this job for Kreanus and we're back in the Federation...what are your plans? Are you going back to the planet?"

S'anara thought over his question for a moment, "I'm unsure. I won't be returning to Kreanus... I never intended to get so involved. This was an opportunity to get away from there." She replied honestly and then shifted, cuddling close to him. "I have no plans."

Lamar reached up to stroke his finger against one of the subtle ridges on her forehead. He was still infatuated with her having never seen a Romulan so up close and personal before in his life. Despite his ignorance and the stigmas that all governments purported against others, she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever encountered. And the more they talked, the more he found himself listening.

"After we do what Kreanus wants, we're going back to the Federation. Well, I am." He looked into her green eyes and stroked her soft skin some more. "There's a place for you there. Humans aren't all bad."

"Trying to recruit me for Starfleet, or for yourself?" S'anara asked with a knowing smirk.

He laughed and kissed her, this time much more deeply than he'd ever done before. S'anara was beautiful, and despite his Marine training which had made him somewhat prejudiced against Romulans, he could think of nothing more than taking her to bed every night for the foreseeable future. "For myself," he grinned.

S'anara kissed him back with passion. Never once have she ever thought about a human as a potential mate, but this one intrigued her so. "Sounds like a plan."

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CWO3 Lamar Darius
Support Craft Pilot
IKS DuJa'Q
[PNPC Saalm]

Sub Commander S'anara Valdran
Foreign Observer
IKS DuJa'Q

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