The BLTS Archive - The Tickle Game
by Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten (blueberrysnail@yahoo.com)

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Hope you enjoy :-)

Betas: Sensefille and Auntie M.

Disclaimer: The entire Trek universe belongs to Paramount and  will
not suffer much from the poking and prodding of our curious 
collective imaginations. We mean our beloved characters no  harm and
think that quite possibly they enjoy the variety ;-)

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"MMmmm.... Nyotochka... you always know exactly how to do  that,"
Pavel Chekov purred. He was sitting at the foot of  Lieutenant Uhura's
bed with his feet dangling over the edge. His  eyes were closed.

"That's right, sugar," said the communications officer in her  smooth
mezzo. "I know just what an exhausted navigator needs  when he's done
with a double-shift on the bridge." She kneaded  his shoulders with
her expert hands, crouching behind him with  her knees wrapped around
his hips.

Chekov smiled like a baby and leaned his head back across her  right
shoulder. "I newer thought today vould end," he murmured.  "So many
things at vunce. First the broken machinery in  engineering, then the
escaping Two-Headed Klingon Stink- Spiders in science lab three... and
then..."

"Shhh.... baby... relax. It's all over now, sugar," Uhura cooed. She
crinkled the hem of Pavel's uniform in her dextrous fingers and
gently peeled off his gold shirt.

Chekov, now bare-chested and glowing with healthy sexuality,  tried to
lean back and pull Uhura down with him. She resisted  him and pushed
him up again. "You wait here. I just thought of a  fun game we can
play."

"Does it inwolwe taking off the rest of our clothes?" Chekov  asked in
a low voice.

Uhura giggled. "Eventually, I guess. But first, keep your eyes
closed. I'll be right back."

Chekov felt the mattress shift around as Uhura got up off the  bed. He
sat there, shirtless, tingling with anticipation.

In a few moments, she was back, standing in front of him.  Something
soft and thin and wispy was tracing curlicues across  his chest. "The
way we play the game," said Uhura, "is that I  tickle you with
something, and you have to guess what it is."

Chekov grinned. "Sounds like fun! This one's easy."

"If it's so easy why don't you say it?"

"Mmmm...." said Chekov. "Because I like it. I don't vant you to
stop."

"I'm not gonna stop," said Uhura. "Besides, aren't you curious  about
the other things?"

"It's a feather," said Chekov.

"That's right, sugar!" She kissed him lightly, still tracing his chest
with the feather. His nipples tensed up at the touch. She pulled  away
and spent a few more moments on the feather, then left  again.

Now Chekov felt something unbelievably soft and fluffy brush  across
his body. He waited a few moments before saying, "Is it a  cotton
ball?"

"Mmmhmm," Uhura confirmed. She wiped him down with the  fluff, dancing
daringly deep to the waistband of his trousers.

The next item tripped him up. It was something very soft and
delicate, but also somewhat slick. And the structure seemed
complicated. "I em sorry, Nyota, I don't know vat it is," Chekov
mumbled, only half caring. Whatever it was certainly felt
tantalizingly good slipping across his body.

"I'll give you a clue," she said. "It has something to do with
reproduction."

"Not an antique condom?" Chekov gasped in tittilated disbelief.

Uhura giggle raucously. "Now, where would you get an idea like  that?
I've never even seen one of those!"

"I know vat they are because they vere inwented in Russia,"  Chekov
beamed proudly. "And I don't know! It felt soft and  confusing, and
you mentioned reproduction..."

"Plant reproduction," Uhura specified, smiling.

"Plants?" Chekov exclaimed. "You sound like Sulu."

"Do you know what it is now, sugar?" She tickled his right nipple
with the mystery object, and he gasped.

"I theenk it's a flower," he murmured wantonly after some time.

"And I think you're right," said Uhura. "It's a daffodil."

"Ve have those in Russia too," Chekov pointed out as she left  him to
go get a new mystery object.

"You really have to take me there some day, Pavel!"

"Maybe ven the mission is over you can come and stay vith my  family,
and I vill show you the sights!"

"Sounds like a plan." She was in front of him again, and  suddenly
something very wet but solid and fleshy was pushed  against his neck.
He moaned in surprise as the item slurped its  way down his chest,
across one pectoral muscle, down to his  waist, and back up the other
side. The edge that touched his  body was slightly concave, so that it
suctioned his body slightly.  That and the moisture reminded him of a
kiss, but this was no  mouth that was sending him into such a high
state of arousal.

"Vat... oh.... oh Nyotochka...."

"Here, want to taste it?"

"Taste it? Vat is it?"

Something sweet was being pressed into his mouth. "Here.  They have
these in Russia too?"

"No..." he was forced to admit, as the slices of mango melted in  his
mouth in an orgy of fructose and flavor.

"I love mangos," said Uhura. "They have so many uses."

Chekov reached out for her, but she was gone again. "How many  more
things are there?" he asked, keeping his eyes closed. "I  am getting
pretty... hard..."

"I can see that, Pavel," she cooed from somewhere in the back of  the
room. "I just can't wait to climb on. But I'm having too much  fun
here first. Aren't you?"

"Yes." He was certainly enjoying her creativity... and the
unpredictability of sensation was extremely arousing.

Suddenly something hard and freezing and dripping appeared in  the
crook of his neck. He yelped in pain at first, and then relaxed  into
a stupor of sensuality as the ice cube trailed over his chest,
dripping chilly liquid onto his nipples. They stung and his penis
throbbed. He moaned incomprehensibly.

"Tell me what it is, Pavel," teased Uhura in her sexiest voice.

"Ice..."

"Not just ice, what kind of ice. It's not frozen water."

"I don't... know..."

"Then have a taste." She took his hand, opened his palm, and  pressed
the remainder of the quickly melting ice cube into his  hand. Then she
guided his hand up to the cocoa bosom spilling  out of her leopard
bra.

She tensed slightly as they spread the ice over her cleavage, and
then she popped the ice into her mouth and moved Chekov's  head closer
to her. "Taste it."

Chekov gripped her waist with both hands and licked the cold  liquid
off her bulging cleavage. She wriggled with pleasure at the  contrast
of the ice with his fiery mouth. "Wine," he mumbled into  her breasts.
"Red wine."

"Very.... goood......"

She disappeared again, even as he reached out for her, to the  other
side of the room. "Last one," he heard her say. He was  quivering and
couldn't wait to take her into his arms and thrust  into her smiling
delicious body. Such a tease she was being  tonight! But it was sooo
entertaining...

Chekov felt something tiny whisper across his chest, barely  there
except for the stimulation of his chest hairs. It was the  lightest
thing yet, the lightest possible touch, and in his  heightened state
of arousal it was the most agonizing touch  possible. He felt the
lightness tickle his nipple, and groaned. He  was in ecstasy. Uhura
was a genius.

Lt. Uhura walked into the room carrying a jar of chocolate body
powder and a brush, and saw her lover sitting on the edge of her  bed
moaning to himself, his eyes still closed. And a Two- Headed Klingon
Stink-Spider ambling across his naked pecs.

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The End