‘Tis Charity to Show
The dilitheum crystal chamber was long, narrow, and pristine white, its passageway arched at the ceiling so that it resembled the corridors of old cathedrals. The crystals were encased behind glass panels and situated atop display stands. The place shimmered with the understated glow of dilitheum power, a testament to why the Enterprise needed them.
Rand placed a hand over her eyes, like a visor, so that they could adjust to the emanations coursing through the chambers. As her vision eased into the light, Rand saw a tall, muscular emerald figure standing just a few feet in front of her. Khobran was immersed in his work, his left-hand scribbling away on his padd while he glanced periodically at the crystals in front of him. Rand stood where she was, hugging her own padd to her breasts while her eyes swept over every inch of him. She stood like this for awhile, not saying a word, wondering to herself when he’d finally look up from his note-taking to see her.
“Are you taking their orders, or what?” Rand quipped.
Khobran looked up from his padd and gave Rand one of his big, wicked grins. “Hey, Platinum! How long have you been standing there?”
“I just got here, lover.”
“Talk about seeing a light at the end of this tunnel!”
“In this tunnel?” cooed Rand. “I didn’t think it could get any more lit than this.”
“Well, you’ve managed to do just that, babe!”
“You always know the right thing to say.”
The lovers hurried to each other and embraced, kissing with abandon, their padds awkwardly slung over each other’s shoulder. Khobran accented his kisses with gentle nips at Rand’s lower lip.
“Oh, Khobran, I really have to get these stupid checklists done,” sighed Rand, rubbing her lips against his.
“Are you telling me that you actually want to stop this unprofessional conduct?” They both chuckled and kissed again.
“I wish we could play like this all day, lover, but I…really…need…to...get…this…list…done.”
As she spoke, Rand traced her slender finger along Khobran’s forehead, then down the slope of his nose, making a detour around his full lips.
“It’s your fault, you know,” Khobran whispered. He pressed Rand towards him by her upper back so that her breasts flattened against the lower portion of his chest. “We don’t spend much time together for what seems like eternity, and you come waltzing in here looking like a knockout with your hair up like that! All you need are a pair of wired-rimmed glasses and you’d look like a naughty librarian ready for a hot fuck under the stacks.” As if to emphasize the point, Khobran reached down with his other hand and gave her rump a firm, lingering squeeze.
“Now, stop that, you big goofball,” chided Rand, playfully smacking her boyfriend on his chest. “You, my dear, are not focusing on the task at hand! All you want to do is think of ways to debauch me in front of all these watchful crystals.”
“Ah, but don’t you want to give them something to talk about?”
“And be the subject of gossip in these hallowed walls?”
“But it might be fun!”
“Fun reserved for another time, lover.”
Khobran reluctantly released his girlfriend, but he stood very close behind her, brushing his chin against her neatly wrapped hair and tracing his fingers along the nape of her neck.
“Khobran, you idiot! You’ll mess up my hair,” Rand said feigning annoyance. She strategically held her padd and pen in front of her. “We really need to start this now,” she said, leaning and pressing into Khobran.
“You realize it’s been almost a week since I had those amazing breasts of yours in my mouth. God, I crave the feel of your hard nipples under my tongue,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear.
“Khobran, pleeeease…” Rand nuzzled her cheek against Khobran’s while he reached under her breasts and gave them a long, hard squeeze. She giggled, hitting Khobran’s hands with her pen. “You’re being a very naughty boy, Khobran! I need to take inventory on the amount of dilithium crystals…”
“Later,” said Khobran, easing his tongue in Rand’s ear.
“I n-need to check if there are any conductors that have to be replaced…”
“That can wait,” said Khobran, cupping her breasts and kneading them. “Why don’t you just relax.” He scooped one of his large hands under the collar of Rand’s uniform, and inside her bra. His fingers and palm found her full, taunt globe and gripped it triumphantly. Rand’s lips parted, a moan escaping from her throat as her tongue ran along the bottom of her upper teeth. Khobran’s fingers closed around her nipple and pulled at it, twisting it, coaxing it alive under his touch.
“Oh, Janice, you have no idea how many times I think about ravishing you by various and creative means! Our schedules have been absolute sticks up our asses as of late!”
Stick up my ass! I like that metaphor,” gasped Rand, her padd and pen dropping to the floor.
“Oh, Khobran! Yes, yeeeess God!” She moaned while she scooped her hands under his arms and found his biceps. Rand held them, gripping them as her lover continued his erotic handiwork.
“I wish I could suck this off,” Khobran said heatedly, rubbing her hardened sensitized nipple between his thick thumb and forefinger.
“Sucking, huh? How about me sucking you off, and then you stick that big hearty thing of yours inside me! That’s what I wish we could do!”
“Mmm, maybe we can make a compromise here.” Khobran took the middle finger of his other hand and traced it along her lips. Rand responded by reaching her tongue out and wrapping it around his finger, urging it into her mouth where she sucked it greedily. Khobran pumped his finger slowly, in and out of his lover’s mouth before pulling it out completely and then reaching down between the fabric of her regulation pants, her lace panties, and hose. Rand caught her breath and spread her long legs, the lips between them already wet from anticipation and hunger for his probing.
“Hello, Khobran? Are you in there? I’ll need help in the chamber pretty soon! I’ll be coming in shortly!” The voice of Lt.Zmed, the crystal specialist. Khobran and Rand were instantly snapped back to the reality of their situation, the heat of the moment dissipated. Khobran quickly withdrew his finger from Rand and moved away from her, picking up his padd from the floor where he had tossed it earlier in the throes of lust.
Rand followed suit by straightening herself up and reaching out for her own discarded padd. Amist all the hair patting and throat clearing, the lovers would give each other occasional glances, struggling valiantly through mischievous, barely restrained laughter. They were able to get themselves together, though, so that by the time a suspicious Scotty and a clueless Lt. Zmed finally entered the area, Khobran had his padd and pen in his hand, rattling off figures to Rand while she wrote hastily onto her own padd.
“Good Morning, everyone! How are things going?” chirped Zmed.
“Oh, fine, Zmed! I’m just giving Janice the inventory. I’ll be right with you, okay?”
“I’ll wait, it’s not a problem.”
Khobran and Rand were able to go through the inventory quickly, since nothing had really changed much since the last time inventory was taken in the chambers.
“Have everything you need, Janice?”
“Yeah, got it. Thanks. Walk me out?”
“Absolutely. I’ll be right back, guys!”
Rand waved to Scotty and Zmed while Khobran walked behind her, placing his hand on the small of her back. When the two of them reached the door, Khobran slid his hand around Rand’s waist, gathering her close to him.
“So, when am I going to see you again, and I mean for an hour at least. This fifteen minutes here and thirty minutes there simply isn’t cutting it for me,” he whispers, brushing his lips behind Rand’s ear.
“Well, I think that the good captain is giving me an early dismissal at 1700 hours for the rest of the day, as a reward for that double shift I had to do with that insufferable Tellerite ambassador yesterday. Of course, I don’t know why Captain Kirk couldn’t give me a full day off, but I’m not complaining, believe me,” said Rand. She swirled around and leaned into Khobran, pressing herself against his chest, enjoying its hardness. She looked up at him and playfully batted her eyes.
On hearing this long awaited and welcoming news, Khobran broke into an elated smile. “Really, you’re kidding! I’m off at around 1800 hours for the rest of the night myself! Where do you want to meet?”
“My quarters, my bed.”
“Your wish is my command.”
They kissed tenderly for awhile before releasing each other.
“Oh, and darling?”
“You might want to fix your hair. Looks like it’s been through a bit.”
Rand gave Khobran a little smirk. “Thanks for the tip.”
“No problem,” he quipped, swatting Rand on her miniskirted backside as she existed the chamber.