( which means she'd definitely make sure that channel was private and secure. she's got a few tricks that starfleet hasn't taught her, tricks she's learned since.
when she feels his hands finish over her back she rolls over, holding a hand out to him ) Come here. ( legs part so that he can settle between them, her arm wrapping around his shoulders once he's closer to pull him in, kissing him slow and deep )
[But he takes her hand and joins her on their bed, enjoying being able to just kiss her. Even after the time they had together he's still just a little surprised that he gets to do it.]
( a hand reaches down between them, fingers running over his cock, positioning him so that a quick rock will slide him in.
the anticipation that had built in her has a moan already sound into their kiss, his hands having worked something in her already. it won't take long for her to come, for that initial need to burst through her but he can get her there again for when he's ready )
( his quick pace has her coming quickly, sharp and fast, moans sounding into the room. with that little edge taken off she can enjoy being built up properly.
her other leg lifts to join over his hip, both now wrapped around him, her head falling back against the pillow, kissing getting a little harder to do )
( moans filter softly into the air as he resumes, a squeeze of his hand and una tilts her head slightly on her pillow to better look at him )
I really missed you.
( not just because of the sex but him, the comfort she feels around him, the love. he is home to her even more than this place is. and whenever he returns she's happiest, at home. nothing could go wrong when they're together )
[Pike can be so poetic. Even though he still goes away on Fleet business, he realized that the reason he never minded before was because Una was there. Getting to the ship meant he got to see her.
Now she's missing and he's not as happy there as he once was. It was one of the reasons he insisted on being home in the evenings.]
( one hand squeezes his, the other rests on his cheek, fingers gentle stroking. and there's so much love in her expression as she looks at him.
her leg slides slightly, lifting a little and their angle shifts, cock hitting a spot that makes her want to melt into the pillows, higher pitched moan slipping from her )
[Pike loves that moan, it always means he's doing something very right. He can't take his eyes off of hers and he hopes she can see just as much love ib his face.]
There are-- ( she pauses, breaths getting heavier as he works her, eyes closing for a moment, hands squeezing his. she'll never get tired of this, of how he feels, of how being with him feels. and maybe missing him adds something to it even if she'll always wish that every night he was in their bed with her )
[Someday, when he's ready for it, he assumes he'll get that desk job. He can be home every night and enjoy an almost normal life, barring intergalactic crisis of course.]
( it was hard enough getting those two of the list out, words caught by moans, and that third will have to wait. her hands grip his tighter, head pressed into her pillow as she comes again, moans filling the space around them )
( and she would be brutally honest about where they could go. they already took starfleet itself from her, she'll say her mind about anything else now. now that it won't get her court martialled )
Though they're not usually that stupid.
( they've only ever pulled him away when it's been a true emergency )
I can't hate them, not when joining Starfleet had been my dream.
( not when she'd jump at the chance to do something with them again. it may sting, it may hurt, she may disagree with many things but she still wants to be in starfleet )
I always think they're fools when they don't listen to me.
[That would be one of the first things he'd at least try to change. Genetic modification wasn't always a bad thing. He knows some of the history, of course, but mistakes made centuries ago should at least have a chance not to impact polices forever.]
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( which means she'd definitely make sure that channel was private and secure. she's got a few tricks that starfleet hasn't taught her, tricks she's learned since.
when she feels his hands finish over her back she rolls over, holding a hand out to him ) Come here. ( legs part so that he can settle between them, her arm wrapping around his shoulders once he's closer to pull him in, kissing him slow and deep )
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[But he takes her hand and joins her on their bed, enjoying being able to just kiss her. Even after the time they had together he's still just a little surprised that he gets to do it.]
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That's next week. ( or in a month, since his next trip out wouldn't be too long ) I need you. Now.
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I'm all yours.
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the anticipation that had built in her has a moan already sound into their kiss, his hands having worked something in her already. it won't take long for her to come, for that initial need to burst through her but he can get her there again for when he's ready )
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He knew exactly what to do to take the edge off, and fell into their usual rhythm fairly quickly.]
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her other leg lifts to join over his hip, both now wrapped around him, her head falling back against the pillow, kissing getting a little harder to do )
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Any requests?
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( a hand reaches out to stroke down his arm, reaching out in search of his hand to hold, to link their fingers )
Keep going.
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I really missed you.
( not just because of the sex but him, the comfort she feels around him, the love. he is home to her even more than this place is. and whenever he returns she's happiest, at home. nothing could go wrong when they're together )
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[Pike can be so poetic. Even though he still goes away on Fleet business, he realized that the reason he never minded before was because Una was there. Getting to the ship meant he got to see her.
Now she's missing and he's not as happy there as he once was. It was one of the reasons he insisted on being home in the evenings.]
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her leg slides slightly, lifting a little and their angle shifts, cock hitting a spot that makes her want to melt into the pillows, higher pitched moan slipping from her )
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Three things I want to do tomorrow. With you.
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Oh...really?
[Someday, when he's ready for it, he assumes he'll get that desk job. He can be home every night and enjoy an almost normal life, barring intergalactic crisis of course.]
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( it was hard enough getting those two of the list out, words caught by moans, and that third will have to wait. her hands grip his tighter, head pressed into her pillow as she comes again, moans filling the space around them )
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What's number three?
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Stargazing.
( if they planned it well they could take a little camp out, find a good spot, spend the night under the stars.
she turns over to move back to him, resting her head on her arms on his chest, fingers ghosting over muscles )
Just us and the world.
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That sounds like an excellent plan. I'm leaving the communicator here. If they want me they have to try to find me.
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( and she would be brutally honest about where they could go. they already took starfleet itself from her, she'll say her mind about anything else now. now that it won't get her court martialled )
Though they're not usually that stupid.
( they've only ever pulled him away when it's been a true emergency )
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I like how you qualified that. [There are lots of times when they are that stupid.]
If they ever make me an Admiral there's so much I want to change.
[There really was no good time to bring up that he was offered captain of the flagship.]
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( not when she'd jump at the chance to do something with them again. it may sting, it may hurt, she may disagree with many things but she still wants to be in starfleet )
And they'd be fools not to listen to you.
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[That would be one of the first things he'd at least try to change. Genetic modification wasn't always a bad thing. He knows some of the history, of course, but mistakes made centuries ago should at least have a chance not to impact polices forever.]
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I might be biased... but you are usually right.
( she might definitely be biased but he'd helped give her a life again, a much better life than she could ever have imagined )
But-- ( onr hand reaches up, finger pressing to his lips ) No more Starfleet. I still have a weekend.
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