December 96
Fantasy Fulfilled
It was late into the night shift, and she was alone. He hid in the shadows that tended to dominate this time in the ships cycle. He watched her as she moved to retrieve some item that she needed. Her auburn hair fell in her eyes, and was quickly pushed back by the long fingers of an ivory hand.
He tensed a moment, intending to move forward, but aborted the move. *I'll just watch a while*.
His body started to respond to the thought of what he was about to do. She wanted it, and she was damn well going to get it. *And I'm just the man to do it*.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of something clattering on the floor. He observed to see what she would do. With a slight breath of exasperation, the form in blue leaned over to get the wayward instrument.
Seeing his opportunity, the figure in the shadows sprung forward with barely a sound. Unaware, the woman could only squeak out a syllable as someone grabbed her from behind.
He encircled one arm around her waist, and the other came up to clamp over her mouth. He roughly pushed her against the work station, and pushed his groin into her rear. He leaned over, and whispered "Don't make a sound, and you won't get hurt...much".
She was terrified by the form crushing her, and could feel his hard need. Then a deep, resonant voice whispered in her ear, and a familiar scent reached her nostrils.
"Not a sound," he said again as he removed his hand, and shoved her forward so her torso was on the lab table.
She turned to move, but he had her pinned. He reached around, and squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple to prove his dominance. The more she struggled, the more excited he became. With one hand pressing into her back, he effectively kept her from escaping.
She felt his free hand take liberty with her exposed back section. He freely rubbed between her legs, stroking her wetness through the fabric.
Despite herself, she moved back onto the "offending" appendage.
He laughed, "You want it, don't you?"
She moaned a little as he bent to bite the back of her neck, "Tell me what you want..."
His hand stopped its movement, and she groaned again in frustration. "Tell me, or I'll stop."
"Please..." she croaked out through her haze of desire.
"Please...what?" he breathed into her ear as he pressed his erection against her leg.
"Please...fuck me." there, she said it. She didn't care, all she knew is that she needed him in her...now.
The man grabbed a laser scalpel off the table, and sliced through the back of her pants. With one hand he stroked the now exposed flesh, as the other hand went to free his own throbbing need.
No time to be gentle, he mounted her in one rough thrust. She screamed out at the sudden, sweet invasion, and braced herself as the man pumped into her with long, hard strokes.
She was lost in lust, mindless of all but the movement inside of her. She felt the first little beginnings of an orgasm take hold of her, and was soon bombarded with wave after wave of pleasure.
Feeling the sweet muscle contract around him, and the woman scream in ecstasy was all he could take. With one final thrust, he filled her with his lust.
Coherent thought slowly returned to the couple leaned against the table. She turned around to look at her "attacker". He returned the look, somewhat sheepish now that his identity was revealed. She kissed him, and whispered in his ear "Thank you Jean Luc."
"For what?"
"For fulfilling my fantasy."
He smiled at her. "What are husbands for" he answered as he leaned in to kiss her.
End