‘Tis Charity to Show
Rand’s anger was diffused considerably after a long, hot shower. The water jets did much to erase the knots and kinks in her body that had threatened to undo her after that pointless impromptu night search.
“Thank God that foolishness is over,” she thought in glorious relief while she revealed in the moist warmth of her freshly-washed skin.
The heat in the building kept the chill of the night desert air at bay, allowing Rand to wear only a towel around her body, one wrapping her hair, and rubber thong sandals as she walked down the hall.
“Gotta love that Scotty,” she mused.
She wasn’t feeling much love for Mr.Spock, however. His behavior since landing on this planet was becoming more intolerable the longer they stayed here.
“What the hell’s coming over Spock, anyway? This superiority complex is enough to give anyone the Antebellum willies,” she thought, turning the corner to her room.
When she reached her door she turned the knob and let herself in, walked into her room, turned to close the door behind her and tossed her toiletries purse onto her bed.
Rand turned away from the door and looked up, letting out a small startled cry.
Khobran was leaning against the table by the right side of the window looking over Rand’s bed. He was wearing the same jumpsuit everyone else was on this mission, now camouflaged a lifeless ashen brown like the color of her room.
“Khobran! Oh, My God! When did you get here? No one told me you were coming!”
Rand could hardly contain her elation, seeing her young lover standing in her bedroom. Was he sent down to be a part of this mission? She felt a bright smile burst forth on her face and her eyes stretch wide with surprise.
Khobran didn’t seem to return her joy. He simply shrugged his shoulders.
“I just got here. The captain sent me down because Scotty needed the help, so I was told.” His voice was nonchalant and light in its tone.
“So, you’re part of this mission?”
He smiled and nodded. “It looks that way.”
Khobran leaned further onto the table, giving Rand a fuller view of his strong muscular physique filling out and molding his mission jumpsuit. His presence in her room made Rand giddily hopeful; after all, him being in her room, near the foot of her bed, no less, must mean that everything was square with them again!
Khobran’s eyes traveled over the length of Rand’s scantly-shrouded body. There was the faintest hint of a smile that grew slowly until it curved jauntily, at the upper corner of his full lips.
Oh, shit yes!
Rand went to Khobran and threw her arms around his neck with abandon, latching herself onto him.
“God, I’m sorry! So sorry! I can’t seem to control my stupid, stupid insecurities, but that’s all they were! You gotta believe me! Racism had nothing to do with it! You know me! I can be such an asshole sometimes! Can you forgive me? Can we make us right again?”
Her words fell out of her mouth in a tumble while she pressed herself along the musculature of Khobran’s sturdy, large frame like a woman holding on for her life. She wanted to be enfolded in his strong protective arms, but Khobran didn’t return her embrace, but kept them braced on the edge of the table.
“I wanted to make sure that were strong, that our relationship was good!”
When Rand apology didn’t get any acknowledgement she looked up, worried, at Khobran, searching into those eyes she loved so much, to try to find whether there was any forgiveness in them.
There was no vulnerability in those eyes or that face, but a cockiness that rather caught her off guard, though it wasn’t exactly a turn-off.
Khobran leaned his head close enough so that the tip of his nose touched hers. “If you really want to apologize to me, the best way you can do that is to blow me off,” he said with a deep richness that glided off his tongue.
Rand could feel her body become tingly, charged, and sensitive as the two of them held one another with their eyes. Khobran’s nimble fingers wrapped themselves around the meeting corners of Rand’s towel and deftly tugged them apart, unraveling the towel open so that it fell to her feet, revealing her nakedness.
Khobran swept his hands down her shoulders, made a detour to her firm breasts and squeezed them firmly, causing a gasp to escape Rand’s throat, before they traveled down her ribcage and then finally to her tiny waist, enclosed them there. He pulled her very close to him and kissed her. His lips pressed down on hers as her tongue made its way up his mouth, pushing and probing inside.
Rand’s body surged with heat as she reached with both arms to pull at the fabric of Khobran’s crewneck. She stretched, yanked and pulled at it, peeling the jumpsuit down frantically, kissing at every exposed inch of his emerald skin while the fabric was pulled lower and lower with trembling, slender hands. Her lips kissed, the tongue explored, her teeth pinched.
“Oh, Khobran! I missed you! I missed this!” Her voice was gravelly, heightened in her excitement, her blissful loss of control. She could feel his taunt abdominal muscles curl and flatten underneath her frisky, wanting mouth.
“That’s right! Squat down just like that! Part those incredible thighs while you take me in your mouth!” Khobran’s voice was horse with his own excitement as he hastily unwrapped the towel from Rand’s long wet hair, freeing the strands to fall and stick down her back.
She continued to peel past the narrow waist, the smooth pelvis, the thick narrow hips, until it was unveiled to her between powerful meeting inner thighs, fully erect, engorged, upswept. The wetness between her legs started to build and spread, petaling outward as she ran her hand along his buoyant testicles and cupped them in her palm, squeezing them firmly. She ran her other hand along the length of his shaft until she reached the foreskin and unrolled its sides, tugging at it. Khobran’s gasp was deep and throaty, his strong hands gathering and twisting her hair up in his fingers, like a rope.
Glorying in the strength of his pull, Rand licked hungrily along the shaft of his manhood, the salt of his Orion skin hitting the pliable wall of her palete while the scent of his musk entered her nostrils, the heady combination overtaking her in an intoxicating carnal brew.
She moaned as she continues to snake her tongue towards his tip, her hands manipulating his penis at the foreskin, the testicles. When her mouth reached their destination, Rand opened her mouth wide and engulfed his largeness, or some of him. Her mouth was wide but certainly not wide enough to take in all of him. What she was able to take in, she sucked greedily, her head thumping back and forth while her hand encircled itself around the shaft.
Khobran’s hips thrusted, bucked; his hands pulling at Rand’s hair harder while her other hand cupped and pushed at his balls.
“Get up, Janice! I want to fuck you, now,” he growled.
She took one last lingering suck before she released him, and hoisted herself up from her squatting position. Khobran picked Rand up by her waist and brought her to the table, sitting her down so that she faced him. She grabbed the rim of the table and held on while Khobran stood in front of her, his jumpsuit down to his knees, his magnificent body displayed.
Looking straight into her eyes, he brought his hands between her thighs and parted them, pushing one leg up and gently against it. Rand’s hands gripped at the table’s edge, her body flushed while she felt the walls of her vagina become sensitive. Her body was his for the taking.
Their eyes were locked, they breathed as one unit as Khobran pushed himself into her, filling her up completely, his hand pushing her raised thigh harder, causing a delicious friction while she contracted around him tightly. He brought her leg over his shoulder and placed his hands in her hips. Her leg pushed into his upper back while she met his powerful thrusts.
Rand wobbled and fell, rolling off the side of the table and landing hard on her side against the floor, the force of the landing knocking a howl of pain out of her throat. She scrambled to sit up and looked around, disoriented.
“Khobran,” she called out in a small, frightened voice.
He wasn’t there.
Where did he go?
She turned to see if she could spot Khobran’s jumpsuit anywhere on the floor, if he’d left it there under the table in a heap.
No. The jumpsuit wasn’t there, either.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she bit her lower lip in a childish attempt at fighting them back.
She was alone.
Khobran was never here.
There was a sudden chill in the air that swooped around Rand’s naked body, grazing her skin with a touch of ice that hung within the silence of these lonely walls.
Her lips trembling, Rand pushed herself off the floor and ran to her bed, scrambling under the covers and pulling them around her, too afraid to untie herself from the fetal knot that she’d position herself in.