Title: Between the Sheets
Author: Lyrastar ( lyrastarwatcher@yahoo.com )
Series: TOS
Rating: R
Pairing: Anne Mulhall/Personnel Officer, Court Martial (referenced herein as Emmy)
Disclaimer: The characters and all things Trek are the property of Paramount, although if they don't even care enough to give a nice girl a name, I don't see why they should be allowed to keep them.
Summary: Late night lovers' chatter.
Feedback: always wanted at: lyrastarwatcher@yahoo.com
Note: Part of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest -- http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/ -- and part of the author's multipairing series of shorts, Kissing Captain Kirk, being gathered at www.oocities.org/lyrastarwatcher
by Lyrastar
Dr. Anne Mulhall kicked off her boots and peeled off her uniform. Deliberately leaving the lights off so as not to disturb her girlfriend, she felt her way across the little cabin and into bed.
She needn't have bothered. Emmy stirred in the bed anyway and signaled the lights to 20%. Emmy curled her arms around her lover as Anne crawled in between the sheets.
Emmy yawned, "So how was it?"
Anne's mind still spun from the day behind her. "Exhilarating. Exhausting. Thalessa's mind touched mine as we exchanged. She was more alien than any being I have met in all my travels. I don't even have the words to describe what I saw. The way she lived. The things she has seen through the millennia. I could spend the rest of my life trying to study just one moment of that experience."
"No silly," Emmy pouted and nestled her chin into the crook of Anne's neck. "I mean kissing Captain Kirk. How was that? And don't bother to lie. The gossip is all over the ship."
"Oh," Anne reset her thoughts to join her young girlfriend on a different level and pretended to consider the question. She replied, "Well, since you asked, all in all, rather...prickly."
Emmy giggled. "Prickly?"
Anne wiggled her bare bottom closer against her lover's hollows. "Um-hm. Right here." Anne reached with her index finger to the little patch of skin between Emmy's nose and lip. "You'd think for all the growth suppresser he uses on his chest, he could spare a little more for up here."
Emmy felt the soft tickle of the finger against her face and giggled even harder. She unlocked her arms, pushed up off of one knee and, with a twist of her hips, swung her bare body up and over her girlfriend's body to lie face to face. "Really?" asked Emmy.
"Hey!" Anne protested, "I'm cold. Pull the sheet back up."
Emmy obliged and nestled securely back down again. Anne gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Yes, really. And his mouth is sticky too."
Emmy giggled. "What'd you mean?"
"You know, sort of a sticky feeling coating on his teeth and tongue. And his breath is funny too. It smells of old coffee. Something else too. Maybe cinnamon or something like that."
"Eww!" Emmy wrinkled her nose.
"Mm. Not sweet like you," Anne murmured and drew her in carefully for a more leisurely kiss. No matter how long it had been, she couldn't quite break away from the feeling that she was handling something delicate and rare. A precious China doll. She told herself she was being silly, but the slight feel of Emmy within her hands only reinforced the image in her head.
Emmy was the one who finally pulled away. "Is he sexier than me?"
Anne groaned inwardly. "Please, Emmy, I'm so tired."
Emmy twisted to lie fully on top of Anne's naked body. Her hair was down for the night, instead of in her usual carefully regulation pile. The ends of the strands brushed softly against Anne's breasts and her nipples puckered reflexively.
"No, really," Emmy said. "Do you like him better than me?"
"Of course not. Now go to sleep."
"You're always talking about him."
Anne sighed heavily. "Everyone talks about him. He's the captain. I admire him greatly, but not like I admire you."
"How's that?" Emmy asked.
Anne squeezed her reassuringly. "Like this."
Emmy cooed in contentment and wriggled her body sensually against her girlfriend's. But the moment didn't last long.
Emmy picked her head up again and challenged her with her eyes. "Everyone says he's sexy. I know you think so too."
"He's one of the most decorated officers in the fleet. He's powerful, he's an amazing commanding officer and I respect him greatly. But I would hardly call him sexy. In fact, he's rather lumpy."
"Lumpy!" Emmy repeated.
"Um-hm." Anne slid her hand down to caress the gentle curve of Emmy's waist. "Right here."
"The captain is not lumpy," Emmy protested. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."
"Oh, you'd be surprised," Anne said. "That loose velour of his shirt hides a world of sins. I could feel more than one little roll through it."
"You felt him up?" Emmy's voice narrowed.
"Well, I didn't have much choice. Thalessa was quite determined in the matter. But I can tell you this; he has an itsy bitsy little pee-pee."
"No!" Emmy squealed in delight.
"Um-hm. Microscopic."
Emmy collapsed into gales of helpless laughter.
Anne chuckled silently to herself. Her hand moved in lazy swirls over Emmy's shoulder. Her own breathing slowed to the even rhythms of sleep.
"Do you like Thalessa better than me?"
Anne groaned in frustration. "Oh, Emmy, I'm exhausted. Can't we talk about this tomorrow?"
"I'm sorry," Emmy pleaded. "I just get so afraid that you 're going to leave me. You're so sophisticated and intelligent and you could have anyone. I don't understand what you see in me."
Anne opened her eyes and gazed into the open face before her. "I see the woman I love; the woman who makes my soul sing."
"Oh," Emmy cooed happily. And then there was nothing more to say.
"And if she doesn't let me get some sleep soon, as much as it would break my heart, I am going to have to strangle her with my bare hands."
Emmy giggled. "You really do love me?"
"More than anything."
Emmy slid down and snuggled into the rich curves of Anne's breasts. "And I love you. So much that I don't know what to do." Emmy cupped one of the generous breasts in one hand and began kissing around the nipple.
"Honey, I really am too tired," Anne protested.
"I don't want anything," said Emmy. "I just want to make you feel good." Gently she stroked her fingers up and down the lines of Anne's side.
"That feels nice." Anne exhaled deeply and, bit-by-bit, she relaxed into the feel of her lover's touch.
Emmy spiraled her fingers over the smooth skin of Anne's toned stomach. She felt the lacy ripple of the muscles that lay just beneath and pleasured at the feel of how they ceded to her touch. She lingered over the little dimple below the navel, then dragged her fingers down the exquisite hollows of Anne's hipbones.
If Emmy had had to pick one part of her lover to own, to be only hers forever, this would be it. She loved the way they dipped softly between leg and stomach, only to rise again in a discordantly hard ridge. The hard line of bone was a concrete reminder of the woman, hard and capable, who lurked beneath the sensual surface. Absently Emmy wondered if her little secret place had a name. Every night that they lay together she planned to look it up, but somehow it always slipped her mind by morning.
A familiar pink flush warmed the skin of Anne's slender hips. Anne shuffled under the touch and her legs parted just a little.
Emmy moved her hand inward, fingering the carefully clipped hairs in the middle, but Anne caught the hand and moved it upward to her belly.
"No, honey," Anne mumbled through closed lids. "It feels good just like this."
Emmy pulled back and propped up on one elbow to better watch her lover. She continued her caresses. Tenderly she loved the stomach, the hips, the chest, and the thighs with only the tips of her fingers until Anne's breathing faded into the peaceful sound of sleep.
As always, Emmy's face remained an enigmatic mask, but with the impenetrable wall of consciousness now between her and her deepest hopes and fears, she could afford to let it drop just a little.
Her almond eyes softened and her voice lowered to a deeper register. "I love you so much, Anne. Please don't leave me alone."
Anne breathed on, lost in the land of Morpheus. Emmy lay her head down in the curve of Anne's shoulder to try to catch up with her there.
~Lyra
October, 2003