Starfleet Academy | Tuesday FT
Though the multiple kisses Jim was deploying along the length of the body beneath him were going off like very tiny photon torpedoes, neither they nor the effect they were having were simulated. The exquisite feminine shape bucked and twisted beneath his hands and his lips.
Moaning, she forced herself to push his head away as she raised her head to look down at him. Her eyes were bright, her lips red, and her skin as green as the fabled city of Oz.
"I can't stand it anymore, Jim."
His head hovering in the vicinity of her stomach, he grinned up at her. "That's the general idea."
Dropping down, he resumed his previous activity on her left leg and was soon advancing steadily northward. Lying back, she writhed in delight. A normal enough state of affairs for an Orion female, but one of which they never grew tired.
"How did you know?"
"Voodoo, baby, voodoo."
She gasped, head thrown back and eyes half closed. "What-what is this 'voodoo'?"
"Ancient secret Terran technology. Very complicated. I'll elaborate on some other occasion." His mouth moved against her. "One course of instruction at a time."
Her lips parted in ecstasy. "You-you are amazing."
He smiled to himself. "You just wait till we initiate warp drive."
At which point the door to the dormitory room dinged softly and slid aside.
Sitting straight up on the bed, her green-swirled black underwear pulled taut against her, the Orion cadet looked wildly toward the front of the room. "Hide! Under the bed! Quick!"
Naked save for his underwear, he rolled to a hard landing on the floor. "Under the bed? Isn't this kinda clichéd? I mean, I could…"
"Under the bed, now!"
Approaching from the front of the room, footsteps grew louder as he hurried to conceal himself.
Peering out from his prone position, he saw feet enter. They were clad in black boots. That style, simple yet elegant-where did he know it from? And the legs that fit so precisely and perfectly and, yes, beautifully into them-didn't he know them as well? At least they were neither male nor Orion.
"I thought you were taking finals," his erstwhile paramour inquired. A bit too loudly, Jim thought.
"I finished early. I was working in the language lab. We're picking up a lot of chatter, something about a prison escape and a stolen vessel that destroyed an entire Klingon fleet. Why? What's wrong?"
That was all it took for him to match the owner with the boots. The voice was as unforgettable as the legs. A skirt fell to the floor, followed by a shirt. Squirming against the floor in hopes of getting a better look, he tried to move forward without making any noise.
"We've been running simulations all week," the green girl atop the mattress explained. "I'm just catching up on some rest. Tired. Very tired." She yawned prodigiously.
It was not quite dramatic or loud enough to muffle the sound of something moving beneath her.
Uhura's expression contorted.
"We have a proverb where I come from. 'A sweet taste does not remain forever in the mouth.' Were you running simulations with the mouth-breather hiding under your bed? Or did you mean 'stimulation'?"
Not in the least embarrassed despite being caught in flagrante delicto-or at least in dishabille-Jim emerged from beneath the bed and stood up on the far side. Uhura's underwear, he noted with a touch of regret, was disappointingly conventional.
"Hey, I got one, I got one," he volunteered. "'A man on the ground cannot fall.'"
She looked like she wanted to laugh or applaud. "That's a South African proverb. I'm not from Southern Africa."
He raised a hand, his voice solemn. "And thus by such stealthy means we draw ever nearer to your actual first name. Your hearing's pretty good. You sure both your parents are human?"
She shook her head and sighed. "Get gone, Jim. It's my ass too if Administration catches you in this room." She nodded in his direction. "Never mind in that condition."
"In what condi-oh." Having the grace to finally look somewhat abashed, he began climbing into the pile of clothes that had been discarded on the far side of the bed. While he put on his clothes, Uhura addressed her roommate in Orion Prime. Already she had sufficient command of numerous alien humanoid tongues to render her tone disapproving. She was utterly indifferent to her current state of undress.
"You know he's been through half the cadet corps since he got here? There are rumors not all of them were even humanoid."
Such a comment might have drawn an emotional response from another human female. To an Orion the veiled accusation amounted to little more than a straightforward, utterly uncontroversial statement of fact. Cadet Gaila's response was tart and matter-of-fact.
"Which half are you in?"
Uhura shrugged. "He's not my type. Too abrasive, too self-centered, too much in love with himself. I prefer someone capable of a little more self-effacement and a lot less impetuosity."
Shifting back to standard Federation English, she looked at Jim. "Stop staring. Put your pants on."
Jim pulled his shirt down over his head.
Nude from the waist down save for his underwear and boots, he smiled at her-and spoke in Orion Prime. "I would, but you're standing on them." Switching back to English he added, "And hardly half. You're rounding up that number. Not that I'm not flattered, mind."
Taking a step back, she picked up his pants and threw them at him. He caught them easily, hoping she would notice the grin he flashed in return. He took his time pulling on one leg, then the other. When he was done he strode confidently past the two women: a disapproving Uhura with her arms folded over her chest, a winsome Gaila with arms behind her back.
"And," he added as he made his exit, "they were all humanoid-I think."
[NFB, NFI. Warning for: mild sexual situations]
Moaning, she forced herself to push his head away as she raised her head to look down at him. Her eyes were bright, her lips red, and her skin as green as the fabled city of Oz.
"I can't stand it anymore, Jim."
His head hovering in the vicinity of her stomach, he grinned up at her. "That's the general idea."
Dropping down, he resumed his previous activity on her left leg and was soon advancing steadily northward. Lying back, she writhed in delight. A normal enough state of affairs for an Orion female, but one of which they never grew tired.
"How did you know?"
"Voodoo, baby, voodoo."
She gasped, head thrown back and eyes half closed. "What-what is this 'voodoo'?"
"Ancient secret Terran technology. Very complicated. I'll elaborate on some other occasion." His mouth moved against her. "One course of instruction at a time."
Her lips parted in ecstasy. "You-you are amazing."
He smiled to himself. "You just wait till we initiate warp drive."
At which point the door to the dormitory room dinged softly and slid aside.
Sitting straight up on the bed, her green-swirled black underwear pulled taut against her, the Orion cadet looked wildly toward the front of the room. "Hide! Under the bed! Quick!"
Naked save for his underwear, he rolled to a hard landing on the floor. "Under the bed? Isn't this kinda clichéd? I mean, I could…"
"Under the bed, now!"
Approaching from the front of the room, footsteps grew louder as he hurried to conceal himself.
Peering out from his prone position, he saw feet enter. They were clad in black boots. That style, simple yet elegant-where did he know it from? And the legs that fit so precisely and perfectly and, yes, beautifully into them-didn't he know them as well? At least they were neither male nor Orion.
"I thought you were taking finals," his erstwhile paramour inquired. A bit too loudly, Jim thought.
"I finished early. I was working in the language lab. We're picking up a lot of chatter, something about a prison escape and a stolen vessel that destroyed an entire Klingon fleet. Why? What's wrong?"
That was all it took for him to match the owner with the boots. The voice was as unforgettable as the legs. A skirt fell to the floor, followed by a shirt. Squirming against the floor in hopes of getting a better look, he tried to move forward without making any noise.
"We've been running simulations all week," the green girl atop the mattress explained. "I'm just catching up on some rest. Tired. Very tired." She yawned prodigiously.
It was not quite dramatic or loud enough to muffle the sound of something moving beneath her.
Uhura's expression contorted.
"We have a proverb where I come from. 'A sweet taste does not remain forever in the mouth.' Were you running simulations with the mouth-breather hiding under your bed? Or did you mean 'stimulation'?"
Not in the least embarrassed despite being caught in flagrante delicto-or at least in dishabille-Jim emerged from beneath the bed and stood up on the far side. Uhura's underwear, he noted with a touch of regret, was disappointingly conventional.
"Hey, I got one, I got one," he volunteered. "'A man on the ground cannot fall.'"
She looked like she wanted to laugh or applaud. "That's a South African proverb. I'm not from Southern Africa."
He raised a hand, his voice solemn. "And thus by such stealthy means we draw ever nearer to your actual first name. Your hearing's pretty good. You sure both your parents are human?"
She shook her head and sighed. "Get gone, Jim. It's my ass too if Administration catches you in this room." She nodded in his direction. "Never mind in that condition."
"In what condi-oh." Having the grace to finally look somewhat abashed, he began climbing into the pile of clothes that had been discarded on the far side of the bed. While he put on his clothes, Uhura addressed her roommate in Orion Prime. Already she had sufficient command of numerous alien humanoid tongues to render her tone disapproving. She was utterly indifferent to her current state of undress.
"You know he's been through half the cadet corps since he got here? There are rumors not all of them were even humanoid."
Such a comment might have drawn an emotional response from another human female. To an Orion the veiled accusation amounted to little more than a straightforward, utterly uncontroversial statement of fact. Cadet Gaila's response was tart and matter-of-fact.
"Which half are you in?"
Uhura shrugged. "He's not my type. Too abrasive, too self-centered, too much in love with himself. I prefer someone capable of a little more self-effacement and a lot less impetuosity."
Shifting back to standard Federation English, she looked at Jim. "Stop staring. Put your pants on."
Jim pulled his shirt down over his head.
Nude from the waist down save for his underwear and boots, he smiled at her-and spoke in Orion Prime. "I would, but you're standing on them." Switching back to English he added, "And hardly half. You're rounding up that number. Not that I'm not flattered, mind."
Taking a step back, she picked up his pants and threw them at him. He caught them easily, hoping she would notice the grin he flashed in return. He took his time pulling on one leg, then the other. When he was done he strode confidently past the two women: a disapproving Uhura with her arms folded over her chest, a winsome Gaila with arms behind her back.
"And," he added as he made his exit, "they were all humanoid-I think."
[NFB, NFI. Warning for: mild sexual situations]