NEW: "Starbase 3" [TNG, R/f, NC-17, humor, chal]
meloradhahm
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Title: Starbase 3
Author: Melora Dhahm
Rating: NC-17, in a shamefully light way
Codes: Humor, challenge response
Series: TNG
Pairing: Riker/female
Summary: Set just after the episode "All Good Things…,"
a jealous
Commander Riker goes to Starbase 3 to forget about Troi and her
relationship with Worf. This is part of my Lt. Thomas series.
Note: This is in response to TNG challenge of the week—a TNG
story
without Picard.
Disclaimer: All characters, with the exception of Lieutenant Thomas,
are the exclusive property of Paramount and of whomever else owns all
things Star Trek. No one is profiting from this venture, and I
intend no copyright infringement. I am merely stroking my own ego.
Archive: Please do, but let me know where.
Acknowledgement: Thank you to Lumenara Dhahm, my beloved fic-sister,
for the beta. Oh, and also for the years and years of friendship.
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Starbase 3 [TNG, R/f, NC-17, humor]
They were kissing and groping as they stumbled through the door of
his accommodations. He'd finally managed to drink away the
nagging
thought that, in the officers' quarters of his ship (sort of),
his
woman (well, former woman) was being conquered by a "warrior"
of the
Klingon Empire (who drinks prune juice). Damn. There it was again.
* * *
Riker had taken some shore leave after that last little incident with
Q. Oh, it had been very subtle up until then, but when he'd read
the
report, he knew he couldn't stomach this "relationship"
between Worf
and Deanna. Kissing in the corridors! How can any man, however
professional, stay on a ship where he could come around the corner at
any moment and be surprised by Worf kissing his hot girlfriend in the
hallway? . . . He'd done what any red-blooded Federation man
would
have done—he took some shore leave and headed straight for
Starbase 3.
It was a prissy little place, Starbase 3. It had the feel of one of
those "anything for a credit" dives, but the women were
clean, the
gaming tables weren't too rigged, and there was enough booze to
get
the job done. Riker had come here to celebrate the triumph of
another man, and he was determined to spend this leave licking his
wounds in true "warrior" fashion—eating too much,
drinking even more,
and convincing a beautiful woman to fuck him until he passed out.
It was after his fourth (or perhaps seventh) Romulan ale that he saw
her. She was gazing out of the lounge window at the vast starscape
beyond. As he drew toward her, as though pulled there by a powerful
plot manipulation, he saw that she was beautiful and that she was
obviously talented in several fields and fluent in many languages.
He felt an overwhelming urge to describe her hair as "raven"
and her
face, which he had yet to see, as "heart-shaped."
Riker moved to tap this striking creature on the shoulder, but she
turned suddenly to face him. "Let me guess," she said before
he
could speak, "the beautiful woman that you've been stringing
along
for a number of years has finally wised up and moved on. He's a
better man than you, and you came here to try to forget it.
You've
just eaten the finest replicated steak money could buy, you've
lost
count of how many drinks you've had since dinner, and now you
want to
sleep with me."
Riker's dignity picked his jaw up off the floor and struck him in
the
back of the head. "Yes. I'm Will." He extended his
hand.
The amazing woman shook his hand with a firm grip. "I'm
Lieutenant
Mary Sue Thomas, but call me whatever you like—everyone else
does.
Let's go to your quarters."
He stared at her. "Why?"
"Why am I making it this easy? Because you're reasonably hot
and I'm
a horny plot device."
She could hear the sound of his ego deflating. It sounded like a
dejected "Ah."
* * *
Riker lay back on the bed, his shirt somewhere on the floor and his
pants desperate to follow. She opened the front of his pants and
stretched herself full-length along his body. His erection was
pressing very firmly into her belly, and he was moving his hips up
and down just a little. She had a feeling she was going to enjoy
this.
She kissed a line from his neck to his chest and took one of his
nipples into her mouth. He drew a sharp breath when she bit him,
then moaned softly as she sucked and licked. She moved to the other
nipple and teased it with her tongue.
"Ow ow ow," he said, arching back into the bed.
She sat up quickly. "What did I do?" she asked, her
delicately
shaped eyebrows furrowed with concern.
"Please don't press on my stomach," he said, pained.
"I just had a
big meal."
"Right," she said, a little embarrassed for no particular
reason. "Well…." She fought to regain her momentum.
She arched her
back and threw off her shirt and brassiere, then made quick work of
his pants and Starfleet-issue boxers.
His penis stood out, large and erect, from a thick nest of pelvic
hair. She took a minute to "survey the terrain." Goodness
but he's
hairy, she thought. I can hardly see his balls at all! The rest of
him isn't this hairy. She looked up and saw him watching her
with
that adorably arrogant half-smile she just knew she'd be seeing
eventually. She sighed quietly.
She cupped his balls (to make sure they were really there), and they
felt good in her hand. She scooted back on the bed and ran her
breasts over his erection. He arched his hips off the bed, and she
slid him into the deep channel between her enormous, perfectly shaped
breasts. She moved slowly over him, and he thrust up to meet her,
bringing the head of his penis quite close to her mouth as it slid
back and forth.
His head was thrown back, and his eyes were closed in relaxed
pleasure. She stuck out her tongue and allowed him to thrust into
it. He sighed. It was time to see if he fit into her tiny, delicate
mouth with the heart-shaped lips made for kissing. She licked her
lips and sat up.
His penis got caught under one of her breasts and slapped very
noisily back onto his stomach. She sighed aloud, wondering if this
had been a good idea. No, she thought, I will not question the
Author. She grabbed his penis and swirled her tongue over the soft
skin of the head. She ran the tip of her tongue down the length of
the shaft, and then she went back for the droplet of moisture that
had formed at the opening. He tasted nice.
She pulled her head back to admire his erection and to decide what to
do next. That sticky droplet had adhered itself to her lips and was
forming an alarming string of semen between her mouth and the head of
his penis. She pulled back further, and the string got longer. What
is this stuff, she thought, spider web silk?
Grabbing a handful of sheet, she wiped her mouth and his erection.
She shuddered just a bit. Riker, of course, lay there in randy
oblivion, tingling as the cool sheets slithered over his sensitized
skin.
She suddenly remembered his balls and cupped them again, pushing all
that hair out of the way. They were taut and felt nice. She could
forget a lot playing with balls like these. She pushed on his
thighs, and he obligingly spread his legs. Starting at his perineum,
she slithered her tongue slowly, thoroughly, over his testicles.
Riker started to breathe more heavily and to make enraptured sighs.
She had only just gotten halfway up to his penis when he groaned and
said, "I want to be inside you. Ride me."
She smiled and sat up, shaking her rich, glossy, amazingly unmussed
hair from her face…
* * *
Riker watched her breasts as she sat up. He needed her badly, and
she was teasing him. She brought her fingers, the nails perfectly
shaped, to her mouth…and removed what looked like a pubic hair
from
her tongue.
A look of intense concentration crossed her brow, and she removed a
second hair. She laid the hairs on Riker's belly and got up from
the
bed. His eyes followed her as she donned her shirt and slipped into
her shoes.
"Good night, Commander," she said. As the door slid shut
behind her,
he thought he heard her muttering something about going back to Deep
Space 9.
He lay on the bed for a while, feeling himself sober up. First thing
in the morning, he was heading back to the Enterprise. He'd live
with the frustration, but he would wait for Worf to find someone a
little less delicate. At least Deanna had never complained about the
hair. Well, except for the beard.
--Melora Dhahm
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syredronning
> Title: Starbase 3
> Author: Melora Dhahm
> Rating: NC-17, in a shamefully light way
> Codes: Humor, challenge response
*grinning broadly* Interesting setup, and it does work, especially
with Riker *veg*
Best-loved sequence:
> "Why am I making it this easy? Because you're reasonably hot
> and I'm a horny plot device."
>
> She could hear the sound of his ego deflating.
*ROFL*
And the end is very funny, too, I feel with her on the hair ;P Keep
up the good work, Melora.
Birgit :)
http://www.syredronning.de - Home of the Acidqueen
Alara Rogers
This is absolutely hilarious. As soon as I got to the "Lieutenant
Mary Sue Thomas" I started laughing, and the "horny plot device" is
dead on. :-)
So, who would you like to give your chocolate to?
meloradhahm
> --- In ASC...@yahoogroups.com, "meloradhahm" <Kamireh@a...> wrote:
> > Title: Starbase 3
> > Author: Melora Dhahm
> > Rating: NC-17, in a shamefully light way
> > Codes: Humor, challenge response
>
> *grinning broadly* Interesting setup, and it does work, especially
> with Riker *veg*
>
> Best-loved sequence:
> > "Why am I making it this easy? Because you're reasonably hot
> > and I'm a horny plot device."
> >
> > She could hear the sound of his ego deflating.
>
> *ROFL*
>
> And the end is very funny, too, I feel with her on the hair ;P Keep
> up the good work, Melora.
>
> Birgit :)
>
> http://www.syredronning.de - Home of the Acidqueen
Brigit,
Thanks for the fb.
Pardon my ignorance, but what's *veg*? ::prepares to feel stupid
when she gets the answer::
Melora Dhahm
meloradhahm
>
> Birgit
Thank you.
meloradhahm
>
> This is absolutely hilarious. As soon as I got to the "Lieutenant
> Mary Sue Thomas" I started laughing, and the "horny plot device" is
> dead on. :-)
>
> So, who would you like to give your chocolate to?
Alara,
Thanks for the kind words and for extending the challenge deadline.
I'd like to give my chocolate to Wesley Crusher--he is still a
growing boy, after all.
Melora Dhahm
syredronning
> Pardon my ignorance, but what's *veg*? ::prepares to feel stupid
> when she gets the answer::
*veg* means *very evil grin* :)
Birgit
Cait N
at all! <g>
--
Regards,
Cait