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"The walls seem thick. They're going to promote sound insulation for us. But it also means we won't be able to hear Kirk or Uhura.”
La'an speaks circling the room where they are and inspecting each fissure for problems. After tea with the matriarch, the four were granted two bedrooms in the large farmhouse couple. Their room had wooden walls painted pale yellow and a soapy smell as if it had been freshly cleaned. The decor was simple. A gray carpet covered the floor, and a two-door wardrobe of dark and reddish wood rested in the corner of the guard. Two large windows on the side wall overlooked the property, the moonlight gave a silvery hue to everything it touched, and a thin haze covered the floor outside. In the center, a large sofa, round and shaggy filled with pillows. There was no concept of beds in this place.
“It's not ideal but we have to work with what we have. We don't want to offend their hospitality. Especially when we were given a double bedroom so we could celebrate our love in privacy. Una lets out a laugh with La'an's eye roll. "Words of The Elder, dear.”
The commander seemed too relaxed in a strange situation for La'an but this was Una. She was better than the head of security at hiding her emotions for the sake of others. While one wore a mask of seriousness to hide what she felt, the other had specialized in always appearing composed and quite independent of how she was inside.
"Una now is not the time for romantic nicknames. We're on a mission, not on a romantic vacation in the Outback.”
La'an was trying to stay focused but being in a closed space alone with Una made it harder and harder not to turn her attention to the commander. The Illyrian looked beautiful every day, but the clothes of this mission gave her a different air. The brown boots now with the tip dirty with mud by the Walk, made her steps more noticeable, the dark and shabby jeans hugged her thighs and made her legs look even longer, and the white T-shirt with the plaid flannel on top gave her a stripped and sexy air seemed to frame her breasts and make them even more inviting. Even the new features had their charm, the head of security wanted to stroke those fluffy ears and run her fingers through her long tail. Although she tried to keep those feelings internalized, she knew she wasn't doing a good job. Her purring grew louder now that she was alone with her beloved, like a gentle song, a plea for Una to come closer and take her to herself.
"Your mouth says one thing but your body says another. I know we're working here. But this is also work, La'an.”
Una's tone was low, the glow in her eyes and the slight smile showed intentional. She walked to her beloved, the distance between them becoming less than a hand's breadth. Taking her hand to La'an's neck, the commander caressed her with her thumb, the sound produced by her girlfriend passing through her bones.
“I don't see how that can work, commander.”
La'an's voice became shaky as she unconsciously tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes upon Una's caress.
"Well, lieutenant, the old woman made it clear that her purring made our closeness evident. Denying this fact by pushing us away would make everything more suspicious.”
Una leans in and kisses the security chief's soft neck. The purr was a gentle massage to her lips that lingered on the skin and left slight red marks on the places where she could not resist biting. Her right hand held the back of the lieutenant's head in place, while her left hand went down her body stroking her back and pulling her close when it reached her lower back. La'an's small, soft, shaggy tail twitched every time her slender fingers ventured to stroke its base.
“I know you can feel La'an. Others might be oblivious but I know you could feel mine full when I was around you. I know you can feel it now.”
The whisper of Una against the neck of the shorter woman when could not be heard, but she knew that her beloved heard. The groan coming from the back of La'an's throat proved it.
“I could take it here and now. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You said it yourself, this place has great sound insulation, only I would hear you moan my name. Although I think dispelling the smell that this room would get afterward would be quite difficult. What do you think, dear?”
Una's words were soft and made La'an's body shiver. It was difficult to formulate words when what she desired was contrary to what she knew to be right. All her had to do was nod her head and follow her lead.
“That's what I thought. You're a good officer, aren't you? So committed to work. You'd do it for the sake of the mission, wouldn't you? I'd let you eat here for Starfleet's sake. So dedicated, so competent...”
Una knew which words to use to get the best reaction from La'an. Her beloved was someone of simple tastes which made it an incredible experience to exceed her expectations. Her right hand went up the back of the security chief's head until it reached one of her new ears. The feeling was different, the short hairs tickled her fingers, the firm but malleable structure was nice to manipulate and the sounds that came out of her lover's boa indicated that she was on the right track.
"Una ... we have work.”
The words seemed meaningless when they came out of La'an’s mouth. She wanted it as much as she did and in a way her girlfriend was right, it was part of the job. After all, what couple in love would not take the opportunity alone to give themselves to their love in the most intimate and carnal way possible? She wanted to bury her face between the breasts of the Illyrian and feel all that perfume enter her nostrils and fill her lungs. She wanted Una to continue stroking her ears and to bring her other hand to the middle of her legs. Her twat pulsed, wet and thirsty wanting nothing more than to be filled by the commander.
Sweat formed on her forehead, her breathing became more meager, and her hip pushed forward, wishing and asking for something that only her beloved could give her. So much desire, so much warmth, she purred louder, her hands cupped the commander's ass as her face drooped. Opening her eyes she stared into the deep blue of her beloved's eyes before indulging in a thirsty and desperate kiss. It had not been many hours since she had been intimate with her beloved, yet the feeling was that centuries had passed and Una's touch was the only thing to bring refreshment to her soul. She needed more, that alone wasn't enough. Reaching into the commander's pants, La'an's hands took her ass, the nails even though short were firm in clinging to the skin leaving long red traces. They were temporary, soon the place would regenerate but the feeling would take time to leave. Voraciously, the lieutenant took steps forward forcing the taller brunette to walk backward so as not to fall. So they walked across the room until they reached the round sofa. La'an was thirsty, it didn't matter where they were anymore, she just needed to have Una to herself.
Una's legs slammed against the side of the couch and she let out a laugh. First low then higher causing La'an to stop kissing her and stare at her questioningly.
“Did I do something?”
She asked in confusion slowly withdrawing her hands from her beloved's ass and making space between them.
"Not that dear, sorry. It's just that " it was difficult for Una to return to seriousness, she needed to catch up before continuing to speak. “We were about to have sex on a glorified cat bed.”
The commander's speech seemed to bring La'an to the reality and ridicule of the situation. Una was right as always, this round sofa was nothing more than a giant cat bed. Not the weirdest place they've ever fucked but still ridiculous if she were to stop and think. At this thought the head of security gave a smile to her beloved. She gathers her arms hugging each other.
"That means we're not getting laid today, is it?”
Una raises her eyebrow and lifts La'an's chin with her index finger. Her voice velvety, laughter set aside giving an opening for her to decide.
"It depends, would my kitten like to be eaten spread out on this bed?”
A cold takes La'an's belly, this was highly inappropriate and yet it did suddenly mess with her. At the beginning of the mission she hoped that this would not awaken something in her, now she is beginning to realize that maybe she has no escape.
“You shouldn't call me that, it's inappropriate. The more how and where we are”
“I think it's perfectly adequate. You have cat ears and a cute little tail, and you're purring at me. I bet you'd even meow if I asked you nicely. And yet yes you did not answer my question.”
This made La'an blush because she knew it was true, she would do anything Una asked. She was still wet and throbbing, her twat twitching against nothing begging to be filled. But they had a mission to fulfill and she couldn't let herself be seduced by Una, at least not here, not where she could be caught. With this realization, the shorter woman turned away and went towards one of the windows, there were no locks but it was stuck and difficult to open.
"La'an? Have I gone too far to the point where you want to run away?”
Una's joke had a background of doubt, and La'an's tendency to avoid conflict could appear in unconventional ways.
“I'm not running away. But as you said, This is a glorified cat bed. We should go out, check the perimeter, and maybe find a place with real privacy.”
They exchanged glances, a quiet conversation about what the next steps would be. Kirk and Uhura would need to be warned if they took too long, the best course of action then was to not stand still and leave soon. A short getaway for terrain reconnaissance, completely within the protocol. La'an was the first out the window carrying with her the small side bag where her tricorder, phaser, and communicator were. Una was then carrying her bag, they didn't need some curious cat to find advanced technology for their time.
Una's boots touched the grass outside the property with a low rumble sound. During the night that place smelled of wet earth from the nearby plantation, smoke from the wood stove in the kitchen, and alcohol, something burning and sweet from fruits that fell to the ground and were never harvested. It took a few seconds for Una's vision to acclimate to the brightness of the moon and how everything around her took on a grayish hue with the night. The wind howled and lightning lit up the clouds of a distant storm, it didn't look like it was going to get closer, just one more small detail to bring beauty to the sky. If the commander stood still and looked closely, she could tell from the position of the Stars where the Enterprise was orbiting. A reminder that they were not alone and that if they needed help it was within reach.
"We should start with the barn. It is far enough from the windows that if one looks one cannot distinguish us from the shade, and should be less muddy than the plantations. The tricorder does not present anything at the moment but with the proximity maybe things will change.”
Una stared at her tricorder in her hand analyzing the information or in this case the absence of it. Nothing seemed strange about the place, everything seemed to be exactly as it showed. But working on the Enterprise she learned to assume the absurd first, so she would never be surprised by the ordinary.
"It looks good to me, I just hope I don't find an alien cow version. I'm still getting chills after that horrible movie I saw last week. La'an wrinkled her nose at the thought and her ears flat back. She closed her eyes to her beloved and pointed her finger. "Don't laugh, you know the idea of oxen with tits and that ferret addicted to milk are disconcerting to me.”
"Barnyard is a children's movie, La'an. I told you, you needed to suspend your disbelief to enjoy it.”
The mood was light between the two as they walked away from the house and toward the barn. Without the help of other lights, it was difficult to be sure of its color but Everything indicated that it was brown with white details on its door. The door was unlocked and opened easily for officers to enter. Inside, piles of hay, old covers, and a seemingly Broken Plow apparatus. With the right tools, Una was sure she could fix it quickly, which was a shame since she wouldn't do that.
"Well, nothing suspicious around here. Everything seems ordinary, not at all threatening, and perfectly empty. I don't think anyone has come here in the last few days or will come here tonight…”
"Maybe we should go back before they notice our absence. We don't want to raise suspicion.”
La'an said looking in Una's direction even without a direct light she could see the commander thanks to the temporary modifications. Her words were followed by a bang accompanied by a flash that illuminated the barn through the window above the door. The previously distant storm had reached the property. The noise of rain coming from outside was intense, the flashes and rumbles were frequent, and they would have no way to leave until the rain passed. The lieutenant sighed and sat down on a block of hay, she was not having any luck today. Between hearing from a stranger that her attraction to the commander was obvious and the wet stain on her panties from their interactions a few minutes ago, the prospect of being trapped in a barn gave the impression that something or someone was having fun with her torment.
"It could be worse, La'an. Ignoring her companion's skeptical expression, Una continued, "There could be leaks. Or farm animals. And then I couldn't do what I'm going to do now.”
The commander walks up to the security chief and kneels in front of her. The lightings outside illuminated Una's face making her eyes even clearer and giving her hair an almost mystical silver shine. The weather was now colder because of the rain, which spread the moisture and eradicated the heat. The Illyrian felt her knees get wet as she deposited them on the ground, but she knew it was just the icy ground and not water, at least she hoped. With her hands, she gently pushed La'an's legs apart. Resting her head on her beloved's right thigh she ran her fingers over the waistband of her pants.
“Did I mention how good you look in those pants, honey? Especially so close. I like to be able to smell you.” Drawing her face closer to the center of La'an, Una took a deep breath. "Something tells me you like it too.”
La'an had to control herself not to hold onto Una's head in that place, after so much teasing in the room, maybe Una deserved it. But the lieutenant would be the bigger person, if that were to happen it would be on their terms.
"Una, if you're going to fuck me in a dirty barn, at least you could give me something good to look at. Why don't you take off your t-shirt?”
She said as she bent over and pushed Una's flannel away from her shoulders. Although that outfit was beautiful, La'an preferred what was underneath it. Una's breasts have always been an object of desire. They were heavy and bulky, with light brown nipples and white lines at the bases caused by skin stretching and accommodating them. Una's streaks were pleasant to run her fingers over, delicate marks that framed one of her most beautiful features. There was nothing that La'an loved more than the opportunity to kiss, lick, knead, and bite her beloved's breasts. Many considered the birth of a supernova to be one of the most beautiful events in the universe, but for the head of security, one of the most beautiful events was the commander taking off her blouse and abandoning her bra after a long day at work.
After removing the flannel, the T-shirt was next, the fingers of the shorter woman walked along the commander's back leaving behind the phantom sensation of a touch. Una's tail wagged and her scent grew stronger with the expectation of what would happen. Arriving at shoulder blade height, La'an was quick to untie Una's bra, when the T-shirt came off, the bra went to the floor. And then there they were, Una's breasts, soaked with sweat, her nipples hard from the cold, surrounded by her hair and lit up by the Rays. When the lieutenant thought that her beloved could not look more beautiful, again she found herself being surprised.
Outside the barn, the sky had turned to dark wine, dense clouds covered the stars, and not even the light of the moon could pass through. The heavy rain created a curtain, preventing anything from being seen at a distance greater than an arm's length. Lightning streaked across the sky and thunder rumbled making the old barn shake. The rain upon reaching the ground formed a small stream, drawing its way between the stones in the dirt floor and directing itself to the plantation at the lowest part of the property. The noise of the water droplets crashing against the vegetation was loud and constant being surpassed only by the wind that howled and snaked through the terrain. Still, inside the barn things remained undisturbed.
"You know, I prefer your uniform pants, it doesn't have a belt in the middle to delay the process.”
Una kissed La'an's belly before unbuckling her belt and helping the lieutenant lower her pants. The shorter brunette wiggled around trying to find a comfortable position to stand on the hay. The costume might have been sexy but the execution was proving to be a little harder to achieve. That was until they remembered Una's flannel and T-shirt lying on the floor, they served as a barrier between La'an's butt and her seat. With that problem put aside, they could now move on to the fun stuff.
"Open those legs for me. I want to see if your purring matches how wet you are.”
Spreading her legs, La'an felt Una's fingers pass over her inner lips and go just deep enough to be moistened before being taken to the commander's mouth. The sound that came from the first officer licking her fingers was low, a sigh of pleasure that could be lost with the sound of the intense storm, but the head of security was attentive enough to hear it. The commander's scent became more intense, her eyes closed, her tail wagging sideways forcefully taking some dust from the ground. Taking her fingers out of her mouth, Una looked up at La'an, her blue eyes now almost blackened, her pupils dilated to join the darkness of the place and receiving a special glow whenever lightning lit up the sky.
Still staring at her beloved, the Illyrian leaned forward kissing La'an's pubic hair, a small mound perfectly cut, the salty taste of sweat touching Una's lips, she stretched her tongue out of her mouth and gave it a good lick. La'an took a deep breath, the lack of lighting causing her to see things in black and white, then having to surrender even more to her other senses now augmented by the temporary genetic modification. She could feel Una's breath against her skin, the warmth of Una's body so close to her, the sound of Una's knees adjusting against the Earth, the taste of rain in the air mixing with the salt of the sweat and the sweetness of the fruits outside, creating an indescribable taste in her mouth.
La'an's hands went to Una's shoulders, her nails digging into her bare skin, holding tight, she didn't worry if she was going to hurt the commander, the taller brunette liked this kind of pain. Una tossed her hair back before entering La'an with her tongue, her nose caressing the security chief's clitoris. Her hands went up the inside of the lieutenant's T-shirt and held her small breasts over the top of her sports bra. La'an let out a groan, the hay beneath her rustling with the way she was moving, her hip going forward offering herself to her beloved, her chest puffed and her head thrown back. The storm seemed to become stronger and louder masking any sound coming from the barn.
"Damn!"La'an exclaimed when Una twisted her nipples. Even with the protection of her bra, the commander knew how to handle La'an's breasts like no one else. "Una, stop messing around, I've waited a long time.”
The Illyrian let out a laugh at the exclamation of her beloved, always so repressed La'an could not stand long orgasm denial. Lowering her hands to the waist of the security chief, Una pulled her head away and gave La'an a mischievous smile. Her hands slid up the lieutenant's ass and brought her close, before rising from the ground and spinning taking the place where her beloved had previously been sitting. La'an let out a thin cry as she spun around and then faced Una.
"A warning would have been good.”
“But it would be a lot less fun.”
Rolling her eyes, La'an leans in and kisses Una, her hands going to the commander's breasts as often before. She knew every trace in Una, every curve, every pint, and every scar too. The taller woman's hard nipples against her hands gave her a hint of what to do. Twisting with her fingertips, the lieutenant delighted in Una's deep moan against her mouth. Biting the lower lip of her beloved, she moved away a little and went to the neck of the Illyrian. Her tongue met and licked her spicy sweat, something unique and special that only Una had.
While this was happening, Una had her own form of fun. Her left hand held La'an's hip while the fingers of her right hand filled it. The thumb stroked her clit while the ring finger and the middle finger went deep into La'an's pussy, sliding easily, adapting to the hot and rough space. The wet sound of her fingers going in and out was low, reserved only for the two of them amid the storm. As if coordinated, each groan produced by La'an was accompanied by thunder. The first few times it seemed familiar but when it proved a constant, Una committed to giving La'an the biggest orgasm. For scientific reasons like a good Starfleet official, she wanted to hear the lieutenant scream and see what would accompany that sound.
Curving her fingers inside her human companion, Una increased the speed and intensity of her lunges, the hip of La'an moving to keep up with the rhythm and the squeeze of its Walls indicated to her that she was on the right track and that she could soon have the answer to her hypothesis. La'an's spine curving in an arc, her thighs locking around Una's waist, her hot, gasping breath against the Illyrian's neck heralded the near end of her little adventure. The rain grew stronger and louder, the cadence of drips on the roof matching La'an's breathing. The smaller woman's body got hotter, her heart racing, her nails digging into Una's breasts, and a loud moan coming from the back of her throat reverberating all over the barn.
Accompanying it, was a flash that lit up the whole barn, a bang, loud enough to make everything tremble, Una and La'an found themselves shrinking from the loud sound invading their sensitive ears. A smell of burning, smoke, and heat coming from outside, all the cacophony of sounds ceased, and the rain passed. The last act of the storm had been lightning, falling directly on the plantation which was now ablaze. If La'an and Una's escapade had gone unnoticed, it wouldn't be for long if they didn't immediately return to the House. The two quickly dressed, grabbed their things, and left for the house, preparing a story to present. Stepping on the stones in the path to keep their shoes and pants from getting dirty with mud, they could feel warmer, not only from the sex but from the nearby fire. It was fortunate that although the rain had stopped, the clouds still covered the sky and they were able to go back through the window unseen. The lieutenant was the first to enter the room, being followed by the commander, two figures were waiting for them.
“I told you they were fine.”
Sam's voice was whispered as he threw a knowing smile at Nyota, the younger woman on the other hand looked distressed.
“We are worried. With the storm and the bang and everything. I've never seen a storm like this, it was scary. What happened to you guys? You don't look like anyone caught in the storm.”
Una and La'an exchanged glances, the shorter woman starting to purr again and the taller one feeling her chest warm again as she returned to exhale her perfume. An exchange of glances and the memory of what happened seemed to be enough for their bodies to respond to each other's presence again. Trying to pull herself together, La'an with an impassive look answered.
“We were inside the barn scouting the terrain when the storm hit, we had to stay there until the rain passed. Lightning appears to have struck the plantation. If our hosts didn't notice this, maybe it's best to let them know.”
Kirk and Uhura exchanged a knowing look, they wondered what happened but knew it shouldn't be commented on. They had something more important to do, a fire to put out. The plantation that was on the farm was so beautiful, that Sam was able to identify characteristics that resembled Fabaceae, which matched what they knew about the food base of the natives of the planet. With bluish stems and broad leaves, the plants had large, broad bean-like pods, the blue hue mixed with a mustard yellow, and the whole plantation smelled like cooked broccoli. The lieutenant was all the time trying to find a sneaky way into the kitchen, not only to discover recipes for Captain Pike but also because you can learn a lot from people by the way they behave in the preparation and consumption of food. Knowing that the beautiful plantation was in danger of being lost squeezed his heart, he thought of home, his childhood, and how his family would be affected if this happened to them. He could not allow this to happen to his feline hosts.
The four of them left the room anxious prepared to wake everyone from the house to help with the fire, only to find Galosh, Felt Ball, and the old woman in the room. The two younger aliens were sitting on the floor, playing what appeared to be a card game while the older woman sitting in an armchair, wrote in a notebook.
"My Olioto will attack your village, we will take your resources and your temple of worship will be reformed to our customs.”
“What? You can't do that. We agree on no templo reformed cards, it always spoils the game, Felt Ball.”
“You only say that because you're losing, Galosh.”
The two young men argued without noticing the approach of their guests. But the Elder seemed attentive, given a smile she closed her notebook.
“What can I help you with, dear ones? You must be grateful to have found shelter in a place where the roar of the winds and the drooling of the heavens could not touch you.”
Her words were calm and melodious but there was the impression of a slight tone of arrogance. As if the old woman knew something that none of the others present knew. Una cleared her throat, leaving a mental asterisk in that feeling and saving it to be addressed later.
"Yes, we are very grateful but we are worried. With the sounds we heard, maybe now that the weather has improved we should check the plantation? We would be honored to assist you in this task.”
Una's voice attracted the attention of Felt Ball and Galosh who put away their cards and lifted them off the ground.
"What plantation? The planting season is over for months, there's no planting outside. We are in hunting season.”
Says Felt Ball, making this interaction even more confusing.
"But we saw one-”
La'an's speech is interrupted by the elder.
"Be at peace, dear ones. Weariness and pilgrimage must make them forget the Times. But don't worry, we understand and welcome you. Early tomorrow we will go out together to hunt in honor and tribute to your presence. It would be better if you went back to sleep, so that you will be prepared.”