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Beverly sighed heavily, rubbing her temples, and set her padd down. She had a feeling she wouldn’t be finishing her report anytime soon.
“Headache?” asked Deanna and looked up from her own padd with a small frown on her face. She looked as calm and collected as ever, though Beverly was sure she was also exhausted after their last mission.
“Not yet, but if I keep this up, there will be,” she muttered and leaned back on her seat.
They were holed up in her quarters. Beverly had tried to finish the report in the medical bay, but there had been so many interruptions that she had started to snap at everyone—until Deanna had arrived and whisked Beverly away.
Deanna’s silence was expectant. Finally Beverly sighed again and said softly: “I don’t know why it’s so difficult today—I feel like I just can’t get out of my head.”
“What do you think would help? To get you… out of your head?” Deanna inquired carefully. Beverly looked at her sharply, but her friend didn’t seem to be in her “therapist” mode: right now she was just interested in the wellbeing of her friend. (Beverly knew how easy it was to accidentally slip in the role of a professional, even when they were supposed to be off-duty.)
“Oh, I don’t know. Missions where we meet only happy space puppies, not… whatever that was. A vacation.” Beverly paused for a second, then blurted out: “Sex.”
Deanna raised one eyebrow and Beverly flushed. “Sorry, disregard that.”
“No, no,” Deanna said and smiled with definite interest in her eyes. “I can’t promise you space puppies or a vacation, but the last one… if you want, I can help you with that.”
“Oh, um.” Beverly blinked and cast a quick glance at her friend. Deanna was an extremely beautiful woman, and Beverly had always been attracted to her. She had never really considered doing anything about it, though: sometimes it was nice to just enjoy the feeling of being attracted to someone, the pleasant, simmering warmth of it, completely without any expectations.
But that didn’t mean that she was opposed to doing something about it. She swallowed and looked at Deanna appraisingly. The other woman just smiled back, but now there was something heavy in her dark gaze, a sharper edge to her smile. Beverly had no idea how she was doing it, but it definitely made the low simmer turn into a blazing heat.
“Put that down,” Deanna said and flicked her eyes to the padd still in Beverly’s hand. She obeyed without a conscious thought: something about Deanna’s gently commanding tone just made her do it. Deanna smiled and stood up in one languid, flowing motion. “Good. Follow me.”
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They went to Deanna’s quarters. It was better suited for what they were planning to do: the atmosphere was serene and… intimate, in a way that Beverly didn’t even try to achieve. Deanna turned the lights to a soft glow, then activated the privacy lock with a few quiet commands to the computer. Then she turned to Beverly, who was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, and smiled.
“Why don’t you get undressed?” she said kindly, but it wasn’t really a suggestion. “After that, sit down on the bed.” Beverly rushed to obey. Their uniforms were almost too easy to remove, and soon Beverly was fully naked and sitting gingerly on the edge of Deanna’s bed. The other woman had opened a drawer, looking for something, and now returned carrying various things, including a length of rope. Beverly didn’t even notice what else she was holding in her hands, all her attention was instantly on the rope.
“I think you would look beautiful in this,” Deanna said softly and came to stand between Beverly’s knees. “Don’t you agree?” She started to slowly uncoil the rope, letting it slide between her fingers. The sound was incredibly erotic, and Beverly couldn’t take her eyes off the rope. It was green, the color of new leaves, and something about the color surprised her. She had never thought that bondage ropes could be brightly colored, though of course they could.
“Beverly?” Deanna said and her hands stilled. “Is this…” For the first time, she looked uncertain.
“I’m,” Beverly started to say hoarsely, then coughed lightly. “It’s good. I’m good. I’ll tell you if I’m not.”
“Good,” Deanna said and smiled again, some of that previous heat returning to her eyes. “Now lean back. Let me take a look at you.”
Beverly’s breath caught, but she obediently leaned back on her hands and looked up at the other woman, feeling lightheaded when that pushed her chest out. Her nipples tingled, as though Deanna was already touching them, but it was only her heavy gaze there. Deanna hummed and tilted her head. “Something simple, I think, since we didn’t exactly plan this. Hmm. Why don’t you get on the bed properly? Kneel, with your back to me.”
Beverly nodded, swallowed, then nodded again. She climbed on the bed and turned around, getting on her knees. The bed dipped when Deanna joined her: then a soft, warm hand touched Beverly’s shoulder and gently coaxed her to a slightly different position. Finally the rope looped around her midsection, and Deanna started to tie her up.
Beverly didn’t have to do anything, just sit there while the rope whispered across her skin. Deanna would turn her from time to time, lift her arms to reach some places, her soft hands offering a pleasant contrast to the rougher texture of the rope. Not that it was that rough, of course. It was very pleasant, actually. The way it would slide over her skin, or fall heavily on her lap while Deanna was adjusting the way it settled over Beverly’s chest. She couldn’t swear it, but she felt like Deanna was intentionally letting the ends of the rope hit Beverly teasingly on her more sensitive parts: her inner thighs, her breasts, even her cunt. Every fleeting, accidental brush of the rope made the tension coil inside her.
She hadn’t been paying much attention to what Deanna was doing with the rope, but soon a pattern started to emerge. The rope was long enough that Deanna could tie it into a simple harness around Beverly’s chest, framing her breasts. It was tight enough that Beverly could feel it with every breath she took, but not so much that it was uncomfortable. Perfect. It was perfect. It was like the rope was supporting her, containing her within her body so that she didn't have to do anything but… exist.
She was aware that her breathing had sped up and her heart was pounding, but at the same time, her mind was slowing down, her thoughts turning hazy. What a peculiar contrast it was. The scientific part of her mind wondered about the phenomenon, poked at it idly, but in the end she let even that thought go: it floated away like flotsam. There was only the rope, and Deanna’s warm presence: in fact, it felt like the rope was Deanna, an extension of her, coiling around her in a loving embrace.
There was enough rope left that Deanna could tie Beverly’s hands behind her back. The rope looped around her forearms like a long sleeve, rendering them completely immobile. Beverly had to test the hold and let out a shuddering breath, nearly a hitching moan, when she felt that there was no give to the rope.
“Mm, just a bit longer,” Deanna said warmly. Her breath tickled Beverly’s ear and made her moan again. Deanna laughed. There were a few tugs, then Deanna let her go, putting her hands on Beverly’s shoulders instead. “How does that feel?”
Beverly couldn’t find her voice at first. She knew that she had to say something, though, so finally she swallowed and said: “Good. Perfect.” Her voice surprised her: it was so faint, and she was almost slurring the words.
“That’s nice to hear. Oh, Beverly, you look wonderful.” Deanna’s hands reached around and settled on Beverly’s chest. Beverly shuddered and pushed her chest forward, wordlessly asking for Deanna to touch her, and thankfully she did: first she cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in her hands, then swiped her fingers teasingly over the stiff points of her nipples.
Beverly moaned and let her head fall back. It settled on Deanna’s shoulder, and she breathed in the sweet, warm scent of her, the subtle fragrance that she was wearing. Deanna hummed approvingly and kept teasing Beverly’s nipples, sending shivery-bright pleasure through her body. Somehow the rope was making them even more sensitive. Possibly because she couldn’t move, could only sit there and receive whatever Deanna gave her. Possibly because it affected her blood circulation. It wasn’t important.
“I had no idea you would be so receptive,” the other woman said in a low murmur. There was wonder in her voice. She released Beverly’s nipples and let her hands slide down instead, over Beverly’s soft stomach, which twitched under her touch. Only then did Beverly notice that Deanna was still fully dressed. The fabric of her sleeves felt too rough, somehow, and it made Beverly frown. Deanna paused, sensing her shifting mood.
“Can you… take those off?” Beverly whispered, answering the unspoken question. “I just… I want to feel you.”
Deanna laughed softly and pressed a soft kiss to the back of Beverly’s neck, but also pinched her nipples in a way that made her gasp sharply. “I will, in a moment. Have some patience.”
“Sorry,” Beverly whispered and drew in a deep breath, just to feel the ropes around her chest. Deanna squeezed her nipples again, rolling them between her fingers, and the combination felt so good—the unyielding grip of the rope harness, the pain-pleasure in her nipples—that she did it again, strained against the ropes, pushing her chest up, then groaned from the sensation.
Finally Deanna left her nipples alone and put her hands on her shoulders again. “Lean forward,” she commanded, and Beverly did so, hesitantly at first: Deanna was there to support her, however, making her bend down until her weight was on her chest and shoulders and her ass was up. The position made Beverly flush, but it wasn’t enough for Deanna, who gently gripped her thighs and made her spread them, wider and wider until she breathed a soft, “Good. Stay there. Don’t worry, you don’t have to hold this position for long.”
Beverly shivered and swallowed down a moan. The change in position had briefly made her lose some of that serenity from before, but as she lay there, she found herself slowly drifting back to it. Her desperate arousal—which she had noticed just now—was almost like an afterthought: the serene, floating feeling was so much better. The position wasn’t the most comfortable: with her hands tied behind her back and no way of supporting herself, she could already feel the strain on her neck. But she trusted Deanna. Trusted that she would keep her safe, wouldn’t let her get hurt.
A finger slid teasingly over Beverly’s wet folds and made her moan.
“Mm, you do like this, don’t you,” said Deanna with a smile in her voice. Her fingers pushed in with a wet squelch, then came back to fondle her clit.
“Yes, Deanna,” Beverly replied in a thready voice, because she felt like she had to say something. She had been so quiet. It was strange: she was never this quiet, this passive in bed. And yet, there was just something so reverent about the way the rope held her, how carefully Deanna touched her, that she couldn’t bring herself to say much.
“That’s good,” the other woman said warmly. She was sliding her fingers in and out of Beverly’s cunt, too gently for it to be called fucking. It was enough to make all her nerve endings come alive, though, the sensation making her whole body tingle—especially when Deanna’s thumb started to roll over her clit. It didn’t last long, though. Deanna pulled her fingers out, to Beverly’s great disappointment. The loss made her whine, but Deanna only laughed softly. “Just wait. I have something nice for you, right here.”
Then something else was pushing in, something smooth and round. A vibrator, Beverly realized with a jolt. It filled her cunt very pleasantly: not too large, not too small. Not as good as Deanna’s fingers, of course, but clearly the other woman had a plan. Beverly just had to follow in her wake.
Indeed, Deanna patted her ass gently and made Beverly turn on her back. She groaned when Deanna guided her legs to lie down straight. She hadn’t even been aware of the strain, but it felt so good to get her weight off her knees. She looked up at Deanna, who was sitting beside her, still wearing her uniform—though her face was flushed, too, and her eyes looked even darker than usual, more intense. The weight of her gaze made Beverly shiver.
“Why won’t you…” Beverly started, then had to swallow when she heard how small her voice was, how breathy. Deanna seemed to understand, because she smiled again and gently brushed stray hairs from Beverly’s face.
“I will join you soon,” she said. “Just wait there, and… enjoy yourself.” Then she smirked and the vibrator hummed to life, making Beverly’s whole body jolt. She moaned aloud and writhed on the bed, distracted enough that she didn’t notice it when Deanna got up. There was only the intense sensation inside her, the deep, rumbling vibration insistently teasing her most sensitive parts. So difficult to ignore when she couldn’t do anything about it: it was completely out of her hands.
“Deanna!” she cried out and clenched her cunt desperately. The stimulation was too much and too little at the same time: it made her whole body hum, but it just wasn’t enough to bring her any actual satisfaction. “Deanna, please—!”
Deanna returned to her side with a sly smirk on her face. Suddenly Beverly was certain that Deanna knew exactly what the toy was doing to her. Beverly tried to spread her legs, to arch her back seductively, anything to get Deanna to touch her—but Deanna just pressed her back down with a serene smile.
“Not yet, my dear,” she said and climbed to sit on top of Beverly’s thighs. She had removed her clothes, and her curvaceous body was there in all its glory. Her thick, dark hair was cascading over her bare shoulders and full breasts. Beverly swallowed and let her eyes travel down, over Deanna’s soft stomach, to where her thighs were spread, revealing her cunt. It looked—about the same as hers, actually, only the hair was black, of course. She wondered if it would also taste the same, and flushed at the thought.
Deanna tilted her head curiously. “Oh, is there something else you want?” she said coyly.
“Uhm,” Beverly said. “I want—oh gosh.” Suddenly the vibration went up a notch and she moaned sharply.
“Well, speak up,” Deanna smiled and slowly slid her hands over Beverly’s lower stomach. Her thumbs teased the crease of her thighs, almost but not quite touching her aching core.
“To—to taste you,” Beverly managed to say. “Please?”
Deanna smiled and leaned over her slowly to brush a kiss against her slack mouth. At first it was as gentle and fleeting as a butterfly, then she licked the seam of Beverly’s mouth, until she had to open it with a gasp, and then they were sharing deep, hungry kisses, their bodies pressed together. Beverly could feel Deanna’s breasts against her own and moaned breathlessly.
Finally Deanna sat back up with a deep sigh. “Mm, yes. But I think you wanted to taste something else? Oh, let me just—” She leaned to the side and took a couple of large pillows. There was a surprising amount of strength in her arms as she lifted Beverly’s body to slide the pillows under her. She arranged the pillows to support her upper body, then eased her back down gently.
“There,” she said and brushed Beverly’s mouth with her fingertips. “That’s better, isn’t it? Just stay right there.”
Beverly couldn’t have moved, even without the restraints. She watched with a bated breath as Deanna got up on her knees, then shuffled closer, until her cunt was right there, in front of Beverly’s face. She could see it already glistening with arousal, and had to swallow a desperate moan. Deanna didn’t look so unaffected anymore, either: her face was flushed and there was a heated look in her eyes. She spread her lips with her left hand and pressed her cunt to Beverly’s eager mouth.
“O-oh,” Deanna moaned when Beverly slid her tongue over the nub of her clit. “Oh, yes.” Encouraged, Beverly repeated the action, and soon she fell into a rhythm, licking and sucking at Deanna’s clit, occasionally letting her tongue wander lower too, to tease at Deanna’s opening. Judging from Deanna’s breathy moans, she was enjoying it immensely.
The vibrator was still going inside Beverly, and truthfully, the sensation wasn’t that pleasant anymore—her body was growing tired of it. But that wasn’t important right now. Right now, all that mattered was the slick cunt pressing against her mouth and the slow, grinding motion of Deanna’s hips. Beverly wished that she could see her face, see what she looked like when she was lost in pleasure, but—maybe there would be another chance for that. For now, she was content with this: the hitching breaths and small whimpers that filled the room. With a rush of heat Beverly realized that Deanna was actually quite close to her release, and that encouraged her to increase the suction, to press her tongue harder, until Deanna actually squeaked.
“Bev—Beverly,” Deanna cried out and her hands flew to clutch at Beverly’s head. “Oh, there!”
It didn’t take long after that: Deanna ground her hips down and Beverly pushed back, pressing her tongue hard against Deanna’s twitching clit. By the time Deanna’s hips had slowed down and her sharp cries had faded away, Beverly was out of breath and dizzy, but almost delirious with satisfaction. She had done that, brought Deanna such pleasure.
Finally Deanna climbed off of Beverly’s body, still breathing heavily. She blinked down at Beverly and took in her disheveled state, her flushed face and desperate expression. Then she let out a soft sound and let her hand slide down, between Beverly’s legs. She found her aching clit and massaged it gently. “Are you close?” she murmured and pressed a kiss to Beverly’s stomach, then her left nipple. “You feel like you are. You enjoyed that very much.” For some reason, she sounded slightly surprised.
“I am,” Beverly sighed breathily. “I did. But can you… the toy…”
“Of course,” was the murmured reply, and the vibrator turned off. Deanna didn’t remove it, though, and Beverly was grateful for it: she wasn’t quite ready to relinquish the comforting weight of it yet.
“Now,” said Deanna, apparently recovered enough that her softly commanding aura was back. “Let me take care of you. How are your arms?”
Beverly had almost forgotten that she was still restrained, but now that she thought about it, she was starting to feel a slight discomfort in her shoulders. She didn’t want to be released yet, though, so maybe she could—
“Beverly.” There was steel hidden beneath the soft tone. Beverly huffed. Of course Deanna could tell when she was about to lie.
“A bit stiff,” she said meekly and was guided to her side so that Deanna could loosen the ropes around her arms. Thankfully it was only her arms that were released: the lovely harness stayed around Beverly’s chest, and she took another deep breath just to feel its comforting presence.
“Do you still need to be tied up?” Deanna asked and gently massaged her arms, then her wrists and fingers too.
“Please,” Beverly whispered, so Deanna smiled kindly and guided her hands together, then tied them with the loose end of the rope. It was a simple knot that didn’t do much to actually restrain Beverly, but the sensation was still there: the security of being in Deanna’s hands. She hummed in the back of her throat and relaxed back into the pillows, closing her eyes. She felt perfectly content now, loose-limbed, her head delightfully empty and free of all her previous anxieties.
But it wasn’t over yet. Deanna was running her hands over her body in a slow, caressing motion, going lower and lower until she reached her thighs. Then she pushed them apart and settled to lie down between them. Beverly’s breath left her in a shuddering gasp when she realized what was about to happen. Sure enough, Deanna’s tongue licked slowly over her clit. Even that small touch made Beverly’s arousal roar back to life, and she let out a shockingly loud moan. She could feel Deanna grin against the soft flesh of her cunt, then the other woman went back to licking her.
It took an embarrassingly short time for Beverly to reach the brink. She trembled and moaned under Deanna’s mouth, as the other woman returned the favor, and did it with relish. She would nibble and lick some part gently, and whenever she found a place that made Beverly react, she’d attack that spot with intense focus. Beverly had been aroused for so long that every lick, every kiss on her clit was felt deep inside her, like Deanna was reaching those places with only her clever tongue and sheer strength of will.
Then Deanna sucked her clit, and at the same time, turned the vibrator back on—and Beverly was gone, crying out in a shattered voice as the orgasm crashed over her.
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Afterwards, they lounged in Deanna’s bed, smiling to each other. Deanna had taken the rope harness off, and it had caused a small pang in Beverly’s chest. Still, she knew that she couldn’t stay tied up forever. It would ruin the lines of her uniform, for one thing. The thought made her laugh softly to herself, and Deanna quirked one eyebrow.
“What?” she asked with an amused slant to her mouth.
“Nothing, just wondering how a rope harness could be worked into the dress code.” She bit her lip, grinning at the thought, but Deanna… Deanna drew in a sharp breath and her eyes went heavy. “Would you like that? Wear it for me?” Her hand tightened in Beverly’s hair, where she had been idly petting her.
Beverly swallowed, hesitating. She felt like there was more to Deanna’s question than just simple bondage, and she didn’t know how to answer.
But right when she opened her mouth, Deanna sighed and shook her head. “Wait, no need to answer,” she said with a wry smile. “This is very new for you, I shouldn’t presume—”
“I’m not opposed to the idea,” said Beverly quietly, interrupting her. “Maybe… at some point. We can keep practicing, though. If you’re amenable.” She smiled hesitantly at Deanna, who blinked, then slowly returned her smile. Her grip tightened again and she guided Beverly’s head back, then leaned in to give her a slow, deep kiss, one that made Beverly feel shivery and small.
“I would like that very much,” Deanna murmured against her lips, and then they were kissing again.
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The report wasn’t finished during that day cycle, but it wasn’t that important. Jean-Luc would understand.