The BLTS Archive- Play Tchaikovsky For Me by Delta Story (deltastory@geocities.com) --- Okay, I'll warn you ahead of time that this little tale is 98.6% smut, 1.4% story and 0% plot. There also is absolutely no socially redeeming aspect to it. And you might hate me when it's over. September 1999 Without further ado, may I present... --- The dinner was over, and they were sipping second glasses of a mellow port that she had replicated. Their moods and faces were warm and luminous, abetted by the wine and candles and music. "Ah, you are correct, Kathryn. This symphony is magnificent! So lush… so exhilarating… so passionate!" His dark eyes flashed with the emotion of his words. "You are quite taken with his music, aren’t you? Is it the militaristic rhythm?" "No; it’s because *you* introduced me to it. Both are so beautiful and compassionate." Her laughter was low and muted. "How many times have you used that line? You *are* a consummate actor, you know!" He smiled and reached for her hand across the small table. "Only when called for. And never for the private you…" He slowly drew her hand towards him. Again she responded to his words as if he meant them humorously. "But… when you’re in uniform?" "That’s all over," he said, raising her fingers to his lips, and kissing each one… as he had that day when she knew that she loved him. "Yes, it is, isn’t it?" she sighed softly, treasuring his touch. "You have changed me, Kathryn; you have been my redeemer." He worked his way back across her fingers. "It is different when we’re not in uniform." He rose and walked behind her. The music accompanied his actions as he leaned down behind her and pulled back her hair. She felt the heat of his lips as they approached, and shuddered with the wet warmth of his kisses. Her external body become limp, just as internally she sensed a growing tenseness. "And you have changed me," she whispered, her words almost lost in her sigh. He slipped around her, knelt by her chair, and leaned his face against the soft fabric of her tunic that stretched across her thighs. "Sometimes I wonder how either of us survived before we found each other." She ran her fingers through the thick blackness of his hair, luxuriating in the intimacy that she felt. With him, she felt… so alive… so much a woman! No constraints of pretense; no prejudicial culpability; no more parameters. "The last few days have given me a new focus to my life," she murmured as the silken locks wove themselves through her fingers. "I had thought… that this would never be as long as we were in the Delta Quadrant." He gently pulled away from her, only to seek her hands and draw her up into a standing position. His large arms quickly enfolded her, urging her body to meet his. "Nor I. All these years of wandering… wondering what my destiny would be. And then… you. You have opened my eyes to beauty in ways I never knew possible. Years… years… wasted." She placed two fingers across his murmuring lips. "Shhh. We are together now, and that’s all that matters." Their eyes met, seeking out unspoken words of each other’s soul. Silent answers led to choreographed motion, their hands playing a duet of movements. Like an ancient antiphon, their actions echoed each other, as she slowly ran her hand down his chest and he quickly followed her with a similar caress. They were stifling in their clothes now. The once-comfortable material now formed wretched barriers to their need for physical contact. Her fingers inaugurated the prologue to the next movement by undoing the fastenings of his tunic. His words, propelled by the heat of his breath, softly inquired of her. "Kathryn… are you certain that this is what you want?" "More than I have ever wanted it before," she responded huskily, pulling the heavy garment off his body. He extruded his arms from the encasing sleeves, allowing the garment to fall on the floor and inviting her hands to attend to his under jersey. "There are things about me that you don’t know…" he continued. "And I intend to find out all of your secrets," she smiled lasciviously, unshakable in her goal as she tugged the form-fitting shirt over his head. She stood back, admiring the firm, broad torso in front of her. "So far, I like what I’ve discovered!" "All right," he answered calmly. "Then… I get to learn some secrets, too." He had no difficulty in finding the hidden closure of her robe. In one swift move, the flowing material slid from her shoulders and joined the growing pool of clothing at their feet. The silken surface of her single undergarment clung to the curves of her body, revealing secrets of stimulated skin. His hand sought the erect tips of her breasts that urged themselves against the fabric. His touch only intensified their hardness, sending a cascade of chilling vibrations throughout her body. Her need was becoming more urgent. Even though she knew that she was crossing the long-forbidden line, instinct was winning over logic. She needed him; he needed her. She tugged at his soft pants, easing them over the muscular hips and thighs, lowering herself as she lowered them. She gasped a moment as her eyes and face passed by his growing erection… something that should even now be denied to her. Her hands aided him in stepping out of his pants, but her face was taken with the luscious organ in front of her. Without waiting for her hands to lend support, she knew that she had to taste him, and her tongue began a swirling dance around his quivering pole. Soon, her hands joined in, encompassing him and lending support to her teasing touch. Heat and color increased as she progressed, producing an ever-enlarging target for her touch. He suddenly reached underneath her arms, and pulled her up. His hands grasped the top of the flimsy fabric of her garment and in one pull released it from her body. The ravished material slithered to the floor. "It’s only fair that we have equal playing fields," he smiled at her, backing her towards the interior wall by her bedroom entrance. His full lips again found her willing and wanting mouth. The pulsing music accompanied their eager mouths, searching for answers to unasked questions. Bodies too long denied common pleasures of the flesh clung to each other, hungry and wanting to end the famine of unfulfilled desire. Their bodies had reached the impasse of the wall. She raised her arms above her, flat against the wall, allowing her to feel more of him. He pressed her tighter and tighter against the hard surface, until the depth of their kisses became gulping gasps for breath. Their breathing was in syncopation, alternating measured mews in response to each other’s efforts. Where their bodies touched, a thin sheen of perspiration fused them all the more. His strong hands firmly immobilized her raised arms against the wall, his knees urging her legs further and further apart. Her readiness was evident, as he felt her heat and moisture. He released one of her arms, which she immediately wrapped around his neck for support, just as one of her legs wound itself around one of his. With his free hand, he threaded his way between their bodies, seeking out her warm, wet thatch. The entrance was wide and waiting for him; his long fingers slid in with no difficulty, delighting in the taunt softness that awaited him. Stroke by stroke, he felt her… and himself climb higher and higher. She arched her back, but he pressed harder, forcing her more ferociously against the wall, pushing her yet to greater heights. He pulled his hand out, and it glistened with signs of her readiness. He lifted his fingers to her face, anointing her lips with the rich moisture. Guttural moans escaped from her mouth. She felt a quiver from the swollen tip of his hardened shaft in between them, as it sought her supplicating cleft. His hands shifted to her lower back, and cupping her firm buttocks, giving her the support she needed to entwine him with both of her legs. He sighed as he gained full access to her depths. No more invitation was needed, as he plunged into her, realizing how much they wanted --- and needed --- each other. His thrust went deep into her, and he made no attempt to withdraw. But… she *felt* repetitious drives from him, going further and further into her. She drew in her breath as she sensed his increased need and size… growing and growing… filling her more and more. She had never dreamt that they could be so compatible, so perfect a fit. Throbbing, pulsing, pumping… at no time had she ever been so filled. The vibrations against her so-long-neglected sensitive tissue told her that he was still growing larger and harder… pushing the muscular walls of her channel further and further; pulsating against the hard ring of her cervix and imploring it to open and allow admittance to her womb. It was if nanoprobed fingers were titillating and teasing the tight aperture into relaxing and opening. There was a dichotomy of pleasure and pain as she felt the internal mouth being forced open… not unpleasant, but the unknown sensations were beginning to frighten her. She let out a short startled cry. "Shhh," he said, kissing her with a calming reassurance, his mouth wet and heavy with desire. "I told you that… it would be… a little different," he murmured in a rasping tone, becoming more and more absorbed in the emotional tide oversweeping both of them. "Just.. relax… Kathryn; don’t… be… afraid…" his words drifted off. Calmed by his reassurance, she allowed herself to be overtaken by the new sensations she was feeling. Her body relaxed as much as it could in the middle of her ascending arousal. She gave in to the overwhelming multiple touches she felt within her, vibrating and twisting and growing throughout her, as tendrils on a vine reach out to engulf its support. Indescribable sensations and strokes grazed and nuzzled and kissed areas of her internal anatomy, stimulating sensations that she never believed could exist. She knew that with him it would be different, but never like this! It were as if with each throb from his magnificent malehood, a new rootstem sprouted and grew from it, seeking out the depths of her body for life-giving sustenance. She was the accepting ground for his planting. Finally, the internal movement stopped. Tingling touches became a brilliant harmonium of prickles, creating an aura of anoxia, an hallucinating explosion of fireworks erupting throughout her body, as each tendril pierced its target within her. Then, almost as soon as the infinite minute piercings occurred, they stopped, and she was overwhelmed with a paroxysm of chilling shudders. Her body further convulsed as the tiny tendrils retraced their tortuous paths through her body, and retracted into his engorged member once more. The entire experience left her trembling and weak, but as wet and wanting as she had ever been in her life. She gripped him closer to her, opening herself up more to him, embracing him with her hot desire. She felt his need now in a more conventional way, as his motions became a rhythmical pumping, ascending towards his own climax. His motion became a tumultuous in and out movement, made slick and gliding by the thick moisture that she was providing. Each thrust brought still more emotional explosions within her, until she thought that she could take no more. The crescendo of the music mounted its intensity just as he did. Sliding motions of music and body pounded away, soaring higher and higher, faster and faster, until neither could hold off any longer. With a tumult of climax, majestic and blessed release showered itself on its welcoming receivers. Movement and music reached the heights in final explosive conclusions and cries of conquest. Then, an outpouring of silent applause, acknowledging masterful performances, appeared with their shimmering satisfied smiles. She reluctantly released the snake-like coils of her legs from around him, and tried to regain her balance against his tall torso. But his body, too, was trembling with the aftermath of their union. She looked at him, her eyes gleaming with gratification, as she said, "Ah… don’t you just love Tchaikovsky, my dear Kashyk? Would you care to try for an encore performance?" --- The End