BEST SINGLE TREK VARIANT - NON-VOYAGER
Title: MODEL BEHAVIOUR
Author: Cait N. ( Alicat@netdot.com )
Pairing: Chapel/Uhura
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Pretty please.
Archiving: FFF, ASCEM - anywhere else, please ask.
Website: http://www.asstr.org/~CaitN
Summary: Uhura takes up a new hobby and needs Christine's help.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters, I just take 'em out for a spin every once in a while.
Author's notes: This wasn't beta-ed, and TOS is not my usual playing ground, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.
Written for the fourth wave of the FFF - http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/
by Cait N. November 2001
Christine Chapel blew a bubble with the hot pink gum and then sucked it back in before it could pop.
She kept that up, blowing and sucking, until Nyota noticed her.
"Hey! I told you about chewing gum during a session, Chris," Nyota Uhura said.
"But I'm bo-red." She drew the word out to stress her state of mind. "Holding these stupid positions day
after day is... well, monotonous."
"They are poses, Chris, not positions. If you're going to model for me, please learn the terminology."
She checked the lighting again, and then adjusted the focus on the camera.
Taking advantage of the lull, Christine stretched her legs out. "I never would have thought, when you
told me you were taking up a new hobby, that it would be photography. Not even modern photography,
either."
"I told you, Chekov suggested it. After scanning the ship's database for old references, I can see why."
Nyota was really into her subject. "I showed you the stuff by Annie Liebowitz."
"Yes, you did."
Nyota smiled wistfully. "I can only hope to be as good as that woman was."
"I'd like to see just how good you are," Christine mumbled under her breath.
"What?"
"Nothing," she said breezily. She would have waved a hand but she was lying on her stomach, wearing
nothing more than a pair of black lace thong panties, heels and a long string of pearls around her neck.
She was propped up on her forearms, just enough to tantalize with a shadowy hint of bare breasts. Her
feet were encased in four-inch black stilettos and were bent up in the air and crossed at the ankle.
Christine snuck a look at Nyota and blew another bubble. This stuff, gum, was addictive. Dr. McCoy
had introduced her to it, and it seemed like she couldn't get enough of chewing the rubbery substance.
Nyota walked over and bent down, her hand held out. Making a face, Christine spit the gum into her
palm and Nyota tossed it into the waste reclamation unit.
"Okay, I'm ready to start shooting again," Nyota said. She held the camera in front of her face and
looked at Christine through it. "Toss your hair over your shoulder. Your right shoulder. No, don't take it
down from the ponytail, leave it up. The blonde is a good foil for the stark white of the pearls, honey."
Nyota was getting into it now, using endearments like she did it all the time. The truth was, they'd been
friends since being assigned to the Enterprise, and even though both were technically straight, they'd
each shared their secret fantasies of being with another woman. It was almost as if it were okay to talk
about it, but not do it. Oh the sexual undertones had always been there, but neither one had felt
comfortable acting upon them. Nyota knew that Christine had feelings for Spock, but that didn't matter.
She happened to think that there was just something about Christine that made her the sexiest woman
she'd ever known. When time came to choose a model for her new hobby there'd been no doubt in her
mind who she would ask.
"Okay, now, cross your arms over your breasts and roll over onto your back."
Christine gave her one of her patented "What the fuck are you talking about?" looks.
"Come on, sugar. You'll be covered and I'll get some great shots from above. You can let your hair
down and fan it out around you, too." She knew Christine was proud of her long, straight blonde hair.
She usually wore it up while on duty, but preferred it loose and flowing when on her own time.
"Okay, just for you, Nyota." Christine tugged her hair out of the ponytail and shook her head causing
her hair to shimmer and settle around her shoulders, spilling across her breasts. Before she could roll
over onto her back, Nyota yelled.
"Wait! Don't move an inch." She switched lenses and toned down the lighting. "That's so goddamn sexy
it's unreal."
Nyota moved in close and personal, clicking away, totally lost in her work. She got down on her knees
beside Christine. "Okay, now, roll over on your back. Now! Don't think, just do it, Chris."
The blonde rolled as requested and crossed her arms over her generous bosom, her hands clasping her
shoulders, hair tousled as if fresh from a bout of lovemaking.
"Perfect, Chris, just fucking-a perfect." Snap, click, whirr.
Unable to resist, Christine stretched her neck up and nipped at Nyota's chest through her blouse. Nyota
drew back quickly, lowering the camera in an instant.
So absorbed in her work, she'd failed to notice the heady scent wafting around her - an intriguing mix
of spicy perfume, sweat and sex. Oh yes, now she couldn't miss the smell of lust permeating the air.
She looked down into Christine's flushed face. She could see now that the lust in her eyes wasn't faked
for the camera; it was real and Nyota was the cause of it.
"Chris?" she said, a bit breathlessly.
Christine flashed her "I know something you don't know smile." That woman had more smiles than a
fifty-cent whore had clients.
"Want to see my hidden talent, Nyota?" she said, rolling back over onto her stomach, Nyota moving
back on her knees out of the way. Christine bent her leg back and twisted her foot until her heel had
hooked under the crotch of her panties. She lifted her foot up, pulling the black lace taut, and spread
her legs. From Nyota's elevated height, she could see the effect this had on Christine's nether regions.
The skimpy panty was bisecting Christine's outer lips, making them spill over the edges and smother
the material between. Nyota could feel herself tingling below, just thinking about the amount of
pressure that would exert on Christine's clit, and the sensations it must be producing.
Confident that she'd accomplished what she'd set out to do, Christine put her legs together again, the
panties still hooked around her heel. With a bit of wiggling and tugging, she pulled the thong down her
long legs and kicked them aside, all without using her hands or moving off of her stomach.
"Oh." Nyota's mouth was dry and she felt as if the room was suddenly several degrees warmer.
"Very...impressive."
Christine smiled and reached out a hand to shove Nyota off-balance. The communications officer
landed on her back, Christine astride her before she'd known what was happening. "I used to take dance
classes remember? Tap, jazz and ballet, not to mention karate. Plus my hips are double-jointed. I don't
think I ever mentioned that before." She was unbuttoning the front of Nyota's blouse as she spoke.
"No, you certainly didn't ever mention that." The camera lay forgotten in her hand.
"I'm very flexible," Christine purred. She parted Nyota's blouse and bent over her. Nyota's athletic body,
short, pouffy black hair and dark, chocolatey skin provided another contrast to Christine's fair, blonde
looks. Christine watched in fascination as the strands of her long hair touched and then blended with
Nyota's ebony locks. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" she asked.
"I thought we didn't want to complicate our friendship."
"Are we so sure this won't enhance it, instead? Create a deeper, more meaningful bond?"
"No." Nyota set the camera aside and clasped Christine's bare hips in her long, slender hands.
"I'm willing to find out. How about you?" Christine looked up into Nyota's dark eyes and found a
reflection of all the warmth, passion and desire she was feeling inside.
"I say, what the hell," Nyota answered. A smile hot enough to make the devil sigh, spread across her
face. Her hands kneaded Christine's dimpled ass.
Christine slipped the dangling end of the strand of pearls over Nyota's head, trapping them both, and
lowered her head slowly. Her tongue snaked out to lick Nyota's lips; long, full licks that had Nyota
moaning low in her throat and feeling love-slick between her thighs. "Wait till you see what other
talents I have," Christine whispered into her mouth.
Lost in her new lover's embrace, Christine never noticed that Nyota had set the camera to self-timer,
repeating every two minutes. After the first flash, Nyota forgot about it herself.
THE END
