Fic: Schmoop Bingo :: Tease
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mermaidtalesTitle: Tease
Words: 697
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Pike/Number One
Summary: Number One has terrible posture, Pike helps out.
Notes: Shameless porn, bossy!One, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
schmoop_bingo square 'Massage - Erotic'
Number One sighed as the hands worked across her back. Medically recommended massages were a nice perk, even nicer when her partner was the one administering said massages. Especially when administered in bed after a glass of wine instead of in a medbay.
"You need a new desk chair," Pike commented halfway into her massage.
"My chair is fine."
"Which one of us has such terrible posture they need massages?"
"Shut-ohhh," she hissed as he unworked a knot. She could practically hear him grinning. "It's an injury, flair up. It has nothing to do with my posture."
"An injury flair up aggravated by your terrible posture."
"Hush before I go down your list of injuries. And a little lower," she commanded.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm worse, but your posture is still awful," he said as his hands followed her instructions. She grumbled a little mocking noise in her throat but didn't bother really responding. His hands were working, his weight was warm and he smelled good, she didn't care for much else. She closed her eyes and let him soothe her sore muscles.
"Ok, back seems done, you feeling better?" he moved off her hips and to the side so she could get up. Instead she rolled over and fixed her eyes on him, smiling playfully.
"Oh, I don't think you're done yet," One slowly pulled her tank off and dropped it over side of the bed. She raised an eyebrow at Chris then laid back down languorously. He climbed over her again, this time face to face. They wore matching grins.
"No, looks like I'm not," he ceded and his hands began to play with the straps of her bra. Skimming skin teasingly before easing the straps down her shoulders and then easing her up to undo the clasp. She settles back down smugly as he carefully removed the garment.
Pike palmed her breasts, lightly, thumbs teasing her nipples to peaks before he moved down over her stomach. She keened just a little at the loss. His hands ran over her sides before they dipped low to the hem of her pants, brushing inside and then retreating. Then back up, rubbing and caressing. Two fingers trailed the path between her breasts and over her collar bone lightly. She wriggled her hips underneath him, teasing him back.
She arched the next time his hands came up to - and again moved to bypass- her breasts. When his hands trailed down again without taking the hint; well, he was taking the hint but he wasn't doing anything with it and oh did she want the doing, she took his hands in her own and placed them on her chest. She held them there until his teasing fingers turned firm and worked her flesh in earnest. She let her hands drop from his as he palmed her breasts and thumb and forefinger began to roll her nipples firmly. Much better.
Now Pike moved with intent, first her chest, then massaging sensitive spots along her torso and occasionally following after with his mouth. His hands eventually undid her pants, tugging them and her underwear down as she assisted. Again he teased too much, first with hands that only worked over her hips and thighs despite encouragement. Then he ran his fingers through curls of pubic hair, slowly inching downward as she fought to stay still yet tilted her hips forward.
With one hand he dipped low, rubbing teasingly over her folds while the other massaged her upper thigh again, adding to and distracting from the pressure she really wanted. He tested her slickness with one finger, stroking just barely inside her, as his thumb moved closer to where she wanted it.
"Chris," she drew out his name, it came out a little more breathless than she liked, but fuck it there were fingers a millimeter from her clit. He chuckled, low in his throat and slid two fingers inside, still stroking.
"Have to make sure you're rea-" his teasing words words interrupted as Number One pulled him toward her by the front of his tunic as she sat up.
"Shut up and fuck me," she hissed into his ear.
He complied.
Words: 697
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Pike/Number One
Summary: Number One has terrible posture, Pike helps out.
Notes: Shameless porn, bossy!One, for
schmoop_bingo square 'Massage - Erotic'Number One sighed as the hands worked across her back. Medically recommended massages were a nice perk, even nicer when her partner was the one administering said massages. Especially when administered in bed after a glass of wine instead of in a medbay.
"You need a new desk chair," Pike commented halfway into her massage.
"My chair is fine."
"Which one of us has such terrible posture they need massages?"
"Shut-ohhh," she hissed as he unworked a knot. She could practically hear him grinning. "It's an injury, flair up. It has nothing to do with my posture."
"An injury flair up aggravated by your terrible posture."
"Hush before I go down your list of injuries. And a little lower," she commanded.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm worse, but your posture is still awful," he said as his hands followed her instructions. She grumbled a little mocking noise in her throat but didn't bother really responding. His hands were working, his weight was warm and he smelled good, she didn't care for much else. She closed her eyes and let him soothe her sore muscles.
"Ok, back seems done, you feeling better?" he moved off her hips and to the side so she could get up. Instead she rolled over and fixed her eyes on him, smiling playfully.
"Oh, I don't think you're done yet," One slowly pulled her tank off and dropped it over side of the bed. She raised an eyebrow at Chris then laid back down languorously. He climbed over her again, this time face to face. They wore matching grins.
"No, looks like I'm not," he ceded and his hands began to play with the straps of her bra. Skimming skin teasingly before easing the straps down her shoulders and then easing her up to undo the clasp. She settles back down smugly as he carefully removed the garment.
Pike palmed her breasts, lightly, thumbs teasing her nipples to peaks before he moved down over her stomach. She keened just a little at the loss. His hands ran over her sides before they dipped low to the hem of her pants, brushing inside and then retreating. Then back up, rubbing and caressing. Two fingers trailed the path between her breasts and over her collar bone lightly. She wriggled her hips underneath him, teasing him back.
She arched the next time his hands came up to - and again moved to bypass- her breasts. When his hands trailed down again without taking the hint; well, he was taking the hint but he wasn't doing anything with it and oh did she want the doing, she took his hands in her own and placed them on her chest. She held them there until his teasing fingers turned firm and worked her flesh in earnest. She let her hands drop from his as he palmed her breasts and thumb and forefinger began to roll her nipples firmly. Much better.
Now Pike moved with intent, first her chest, then massaging sensitive spots along her torso and occasionally following after with his mouth. His hands eventually undid her pants, tugging them and her underwear down as she assisted. Again he teased too much, first with hands that only worked over her hips and thighs despite encouragement. Then he ran his fingers through curls of pubic hair, slowly inching downward as she fought to stay still yet tilted her hips forward.
With one hand he dipped low, rubbing teasingly over her folds while the other massaged her upper thigh again, adding to and distracting from the pressure she really wanted. He tested her slickness with one finger, stroking just barely inside her, as his thumb moved closer to where she wanted it.
"Chris," she drew out his name, it came out a little more breathless than she liked, but fuck it there were fingers a millimeter from her clit. He chuckled, low in his throat and slid two fingers inside, still stroking.
"Have to make sure you're rea-" his teasing words words interrupted as Number One pulled him toward her by the front of his tunic as she sat up.
"Shut up and fuck me," she hissed into his ear.
He complied.
Tags:
- aos,
- fic,
- ficlet,
- het,
- nc-17,
- number one,
- pike,
- pike/number one,
- porn,
- schmoop_bingo
