"Schoolroom Fantasies" by LJC, 1/1, Rated NC-17
Title: Schoolroom Fantasies
Author: LJC
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: From helly_uk's prompt here, "She had heard of students fantasising about taking their teachers on desks, but nothing turned her on more than imagining her fellow lecturer at the academy taking her over hers."
Author's Notes: SO UNBETA'D OMG. Very much not part of my "Second Chances" series--totally different continuity where there's an established Pike/Number One relationship pre-movie.
Disclaimer: Star Trek and all related elements, characters and indicia © Paramount Pictures / Bad Robot / Spyglass Entertainment 2009. All Rights Reserved. All characters and situations-save those created by the authors for use solely on this website-are copyright Paramount Pictures / Bad Robot / Spyglass Entertainment 2009.
Schoolroom Fantasies
by LJC
She waited until the last red-clad cadet filed out of the lecture hall before she turned to the man standing in the wings.
"Captain," she said, inclining her head.
"Captain," he replied, a twinkle in his steel-blue eyes.
"Did you enjoy the lecture?" she asked as she gathered her notes from the desk next to the lectern.
"I did--though I didn't get to hear all of it. You should have told me you were guest lecturing today. I'd have made Barnett move our morning briefing."
"It was a last-minute replacement. Fleet Captain Nogura heard the Yorktown was in orbit and requested I take his tactics lecture as a favour. I only beamed down a few minutes before class started."
"You handled it like a pro. I don't think I've ever seen so many 3rd year Command cadets paying such close attention to Nogura. Usually the back four rows at least are either sleeping, or using their PADDs to text each other about the null-G ball finals."
"I suspect at least 1/5th of the class were doing exactly that."
"Nonsense. They were riveted."
"You're just flattering me."
"You bet I am." He moved into her personal space with a cocky half-smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, and she glanced toward the auditorium doors.
"Chris--anyone could walk right in."
"There's not another class til 14:00," he said as he let his hands settle on her waist. "I checked. Unless you wanted to retire to my office?"
"How far away is it?" she said, a little breathless as he nuzzled her neck, tongue lapping at the spot where her pulse beat beneath the skin. He pulled her grey undertunic down just enough that it pulled tight against her throat as he traced the edge of her collarbone with his mouth.
"Other side of campus."
She shook her head, stepping back and pulling him with her until the back of her thighs hit the edge of the desk. "Barry's beaming me back up for a senior staff meeting in forty minutes."
"Then let's live dangerously. Besides, don't tell me as a cadet you never had naughty fantasies about any of your professors? I know I did. If I'd been one of those kids in the first row, I'd have been picturing you sitting on this desk in nothing but your 'fleet boots and a smile for the last two hours. And I can guarantee at least half those men and women in here were having exactly the same thought..."
She clucked her tongue against her teeth. "Such a high opinion of the Academy's best and brightest."
"Well, we do try and only let the smart ones in."
She gasped as he slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her uniform trousers, pressing down as his fingers slide toward the apex of her thighs. Her panties were already damp--had been, in fact, since she had first looked up to see him standing in the wings, watching her.
She licked her lips just before he sealed his mouth over hers, his tongue sliding against hers as she draped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest as he backed her towards the desk. He drew down the closure of her trousers, pushing them down past her hips, and she tore her mouth from his and grabbed his wrists.
"No--from behind."
His eyebrows shot towards his hairline. "You are full of surprises today," he said with a low chuckle as she turned in his arms and bent over to grip the edge of the desk. Immediately she could feel him rock hard through the grey wool of his uniform where he was pressed against her, and she pushed back slightly against his erection with a teasing smile.
"Are you telling me you haven't wanted to bend me over this desk from the first moment you walked in?" she asked, looking back at him from over her shoulder.
"You have a dirty mind, Captain."
"And you're burning daylight, Captain."
That was all the prompting he needed as he unzipped his fly, and tugged her sodden panties to one side. She planted her feet, nipples peaked beneath her command tunic at the thought of what they were about to do. She gasped as he gripped her hip with one hand, teasing her with the head before he thrust all the way inside her with one snap of his hips.
The desk rattled against the stage floor as she adjusted her grip, her long dark hair spilling over her shoulders and across the pristine white surface of the desk. Pike leaned down to suck on the nape of her neck, biting lightly as he gripped her forearms and thrust up into her tight wet heat. She pushed back against him, moaning, her breasts bouncing despite her standard 'Fleet undergarments as he pounded into her from behind.
"God, you're so wet," he managed between thrusts, and she laughed breathlessly.
"So maybe I did have--ah! Oh maker, right there!--fantasies as a student."
She couldn't see his grin, but she could feel it as he put one hand on the small of her back and pushed her flat against the smooth cool surface of the desk, changing the angle of his thrusts so she was incapable of speech as each thrust drew a gasp of pleasure from her throat. She uncurled her white-knuckled hands from the edge and pressed her palms flat against the desk as he sped up his thrusts, the wet slap of skin against skin and their laboured breathing the only sound in the echoing, empty hall.
"Harder," she begged, squirming. "Please, Chris--I'm so close."
"Aye-eye, Number One," he gasped, and she bit back a cry as he pushed her panties down her thighs and slammed into her with more force. She got up on her toes, relishing the ache where each thrust pushed her thighs harder and harder into the unforgiving hard edge of the desk. She would have marks, tomorrow. The thought made her moan low in her throat, a new flood of wetness drenching him as he slipped in and out of her, hot and pulsing. He dropped one hand to her head, sliding through her dark hair before tugging it lightly in time to his thrusts, and she growled in pleasure, her nails scrabbling on the desktop.
"I'm so close, so close," she panted, and gasped as his hand came around to work her clit as she began to shudder around him. She made small mewling sounds of pleasure as he pumped into her harder and faster through her climax.
As she collapsed bonelessly, breath coming in sobs against the desk he gripped her hips with both hands. Pinning her against him, he came, hot and spurting, deep inside her.
Shaking with aftershocks, they sank forward into the desk, Pike across her back. He buried his face in her hair as he gulped in shallow breaths, still thrusting erratically, lazily as he softened between her thighs.
"Oh God, you're amazing," he said as she twisted her torso so she could give him a wet, sloppy kiss.
"You haven't called me 'Number One' in years," she said with a soft laugh as they began trying to right their clothing, Pike suddenly looking around the still-empty lecture hall guilty to make sure their little tryst hadn't been observed.
"You're not the only one who had fantasies about bending you over a desk. Mine just weren't from the schoolroom," he admitted sheepishly, and she laughed.
His grey hair was curling at the temples, damp with sweat, and she knew if she looked in a mirror her own colour would be high, lips red and swollen from where she had bitten them.
"Dinner?" he asked as she hopped on the edge of the desk, pulling her sweat-dampened tunic away from her skin to try and cool down before Engineering beamed her back up to her ship. It wouldn't do for her staff to see her like this--shagged out and panting--but the ache between her legs was delicious. And she would have a few minutes to stop by her quarters and get cleaned up before she was supposed to meet everyone in the briefing room.
She pulled Pike in for another kiss, taking his bottom lip lightly between her teeth.
"Sounds good, so long as it's followed by breakfast."
Author: LJC
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: From helly_uk's prompt here, "She had heard of students fantasising about taking their teachers on desks, but nothing turned her on more than imagining her fellow lecturer at the academy taking her over hers."
Author's Notes: SO UNBETA'D OMG. Very much not part of my "Second Chances" series--totally different continuity where there's an established Pike/Number One relationship pre-movie.
Disclaimer: Star Trek and all related elements, characters and indicia © Paramount Pictures / Bad Robot / Spyglass Entertainment 2009. All Rights Reserved. All characters and situations-save those created by the authors for use solely on this website-are copyright Paramount Pictures / Bad Robot / Spyglass Entertainment 2009.
Schoolroom Fantasies
by LJC
She waited until the last red-clad cadet filed out of the lecture hall before she turned to the man standing in the wings.
"Captain," she said, inclining her head.
"Captain," he replied, a twinkle in his steel-blue eyes.
"Did you enjoy the lecture?" she asked as she gathered her notes from the desk next to the lectern.
"I did--though I didn't get to hear all of it. You should have told me you were guest lecturing today. I'd have made Barnett move our morning briefing."
"It was a last-minute replacement. Fleet Captain Nogura heard the Yorktown was in orbit and requested I take his tactics lecture as a favour. I only beamed down a few minutes before class started."
"You handled it like a pro. I don't think I've ever seen so many 3rd year Command cadets paying such close attention to Nogura. Usually the back four rows at least are either sleeping, or using their PADDs to text each other about the null-G ball finals."
"I suspect at least 1/5th of the class were doing exactly that."
"Nonsense. They were riveted."
"You're just flattering me."
"You bet I am." He moved into her personal space with a cocky half-smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, and she glanced toward the auditorium doors.
"Chris--anyone could walk right in."
"There's not another class til 14:00," he said as he let his hands settle on her waist. "I checked. Unless you wanted to retire to my office?"
"How far away is it?" she said, a little breathless as he nuzzled her neck, tongue lapping at the spot where her pulse beat beneath the skin. He pulled her grey undertunic down just enough that it pulled tight against her throat as he traced the edge of her collarbone with his mouth.
"Other side of campus."
She shook her head, stepping back and pulling him with her until the back of her thighs hit the edge of the desk. "Barry's beaming me back up for a senior staff meeting in forty minutes."
"Then let's live dangerously. Besides, don't tell me as a cadet you never had naughty fantasies about any of your professors? I know I did. If I'd been one of those kids in the first row, I'd have been picturing you sitting on this desk in nothing but your 'fleet boots and a smile for the last two hours. And I can guarantee at least half those men and women in here were having exactly the same thought..."
She clucked her tongue against her teeth. "Such a high opinion of the Academy's best and brightest."
"Well, we do try and only let the smart ones in."
She gasped as he slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her uniform trousers, pressing down as his fingers slide toward the apex of her thighs. Her panties were already damp--had been, in fact, since she had first looked up to see him standing in the wings, watching her.
She licked her lips just before he sealed his mouth over hers, his tongue sliding against hers as she draped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest as he backed her towards the desk. He drew down the closure of her trousers, pushing them down past her hips, and she tore her mouth from his and grabbed his wrists.
"No--from behind."
His eyebrows shot towards his hairline. "You are full of surprises today," he said with a low chuckle as she turned in his arms and bent over to grip the edge of the desk. Immediately she could feel him rock hard through the grey wool of his uniform where he was pressed against her, and she pushed back slightly against his erection with a teasing smile.
"Are you telling me you haven't wanted to bend me over this desk from the first moment you walked in?" she asked, looking back at him from over her shoulder.
"You have a dirty mind, Captain."
"And you're burning daylight, Captain."
That was all the prompting he needed as he unzipped his fly, and tugged her sodden panties to one side. She planted her feet, nipples peaked beneath her command tunic at the thought of what they were about to do. She gasped as he gripped her hip with one hand, teasing her with the head before he thrust all the way inside her with one snap of his hips.
The desk rattled against the stage floor as she adjusted her grip, her long dark hair spilling over her shoulders and across the pristine white surface of the desk. Pike leaned down to suck on the nape of her neck, biting lightly as he gripped her forearms and thrust up into her tight wet heat. She pushed back against him, moaning, her breasts bouncing despite her standard 'Fleet undergarments as he pounded into her from behind.
"God, you're so wet," he managed between thrusts, and she laughed breathlessly.
"So maybe I did have--ah! Oh maker, right there!--fantasies as a student."
She couldn't see his grin, but she could feel it as he put one hand on the small of her back and pushed her flat against the smooth cool surface of the desk, changing the angle of his thrusts so she was incapable of speech as each thrust drew a gasp of pleasure from her throat. She uncurled her white-knuckled hands from the edge and pressed her palms flat against the desk as he sped up his thrusts, the wet slap of skin against skin and their laboured breathing the only sound in the echoing, empty hall.
"Harder," she begged, squirming. "Please, Chris--I'm so close."
"Aye-eye, Number One," he gasped, and she bit back a cry as he pushed her panties down her thighs and slammed into her with more force. She got up on her toes, relishing the ache where each thrust pushed her thighs harder and harder into the unforgiving hard edge of the desk. She would have marks, tomorrow. The thought made her moan low in her throat, a new flood of wetness drenching him as he slipped in and out of her, hot and pulsing. He dropped one hand to her head, sliding through her dark hair before tugging it lightly in time to his thrusts, and she growled in pleasure, her nails scrabbling on the desktop.
"I'm so close, so close," she panted, and gasped as his hand came around to work her clit as she began to shudder around him. She made small mewling sounds of pleasure as he pumped into her harder and faster through her climax.
As she collapsed bonelessly, breath coming in sobs against the desk he gripped her hips with both hands. Pinning her against him, he came, hot and spurting, deep inside her.
Shaking with aftershocks, they sank forward into the desk, Pike across her back. He buried his face in her hair as he gulped in shallow breaths, still thrusting erratically, lazily as he softened between her thighs.
"Oh God, you're amazing," he said as she twisted her torso so she could give him a wet, sloppy kiss.
"You haven't called me 'Number One' in years," she said with a soft laugh as they began trying to right their clothing, Pike suddenly looking around the still-empty lecture hall guilty to make sure their little tryst hadn't been observed.
"You're not the only one who had fantasies about bending you over a desk. Mine just weren't from the schoolroom," he admitted sheepishly, and she laughed.
His grey hair was curling at the temples, damp with sweat, and she knew if she looked in a mirror her own colour would be high, lips red and swollen from where she had bitten them.
"Dinner?" he asked as she hopped on the edge of the desk, pulling her sweat-dampened tunic away from her skin to try and cool down before Engineering beamed her back up to her ship. It wouldn't do for her staff to see her like this--shagged out and panting--but the ache between her legs was delicious. And she would have a few minutes to stop by her quarters and get cleaned up before she was supposed to meet everyone in the briefing room.
She pulled Pike in for another kiss, taking his bottom lip lightly between her teeth.
"Sounds good, so long as it's followed by breakfast."