‘Tis Charity
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Chapter V
Part 3
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.
“Khobran?!...”
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.
Again.
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.
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