The BLTS Archive - Young Loves #5: Live for Today by T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com ) --- Author's Note: This story takes place in a *possible* alternate reality future (depending on what happens in season 3). It is also, eventually, going to be part of an As-Yet-Unnamed Series of Sato/Cutler stories. Archiving: FFF, ASC*, BLTS, EntSTCommunity and my own web page -- all others, please ask first. Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own the Star Trek Universe. No copyright infringement isintended, nor do I make any money off of this ... it is strictly for entertainment purposes. Although the characters and settings are owned by Paramount, this original work of fan fiction is (C T'Lin, 23 May, 2003. Feedback always appreciated -- publically or privately. --- War is hell, as the old cliche‚ goes. It's one of those sayings that everyone *thinks* they comprehend, but unless they've actually experienced war, first hand, they have no idea just how bad it is ... and for that, they should be grateful. Of course, that old cliche‚ brings another one to mind ... live for today, for there's no telling what tomorrow will bring. I suppose they kind of go hand in hand. I'm not in the least surprised that the Klingons have a very similar phrase -- yIlop! wa'IeS chaq maHegh! -- Celebrate! Tomorrow we may die! In that, we are very much alike; it may explain why the Vulcans have such a hard time relating to us. Regardless, it is a motto I have come to live by, now that we are at war. Until Earth was attacked, I was seldom ... spontaneous. I was always planning my every move. Dates were always planned in advance, and I would never have even *considered* surprising my lover while she was on duty. But that's all changed ... I have learned to take advantage of every opportunity presented to me, no matter how fleeting it may be. Which is why, when the long-range shuttle arrived from the Vulcan High Command, I offered to go to sickbay with the packet of medical information from Starfleet Headquarters. Oh, I could have asked a crewman to do it, but with our self-imposed communications blackout, there was little for me to do ... and besides, it gave me a chance to see Beth, who had been working double shifts lately, in preparation for the coming battle. As I entered sickbay, it was dimly lit. At first, I thought there was nobody there, but a sound in the back room caught my attention. I called out to the doctor, but it wasn't him ... Beth stepped through the doorway, and smiled at me. We stepped toward each other, and kissed passionately, tongues dueling as our bodies pressed together. I moaned as she cupped a breast, squeezing the taut nipple through the uniform. My own hands were on her ass, as I ground my pelvis against her hip. The heat was building, and I so wanted to strip her out of her uniform, and fuck her there on the diagnostic bed ... I could tell she wanted the same. But as I reached for the zipper of her uniform, I was startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat. We froze. I turned my head, as Phlox apologized for intruding. I wondered how long he had been standing there, but there was no indication that he was upset by what he had seen. His tone was as conversational as ever as he told Beth that she should take a break. He smiled that rather silly smile of his, and told us to take our time, there was no need to be back in sickbay before 0800. We thanked him, and left sickbay, hand in hand. At the lift, I told Beth that I had to return to the bridge for a short while, but that I would meet her in her quarters in less than a half hour ... I wanted her stripped and lying on the bed, waiting for me. We kissed once more, and went our separate ways. --- I made my way to the bridge, my mind racing thinking of what I was going to do to Beth when I got to her room. When I got to my post, I looked at the chronometer, and was pleased to see that there were less than five minutes til my shift was over. I scanned through the frequencies once more, to make sure there were no outside signals aimed at us, as well as to ensure myself that nobody aboard ship was using the comm ... as I suspected, all was quiet. A minute later, my replacement came in, and I turned the station over to him. As I left the bridge, Malcolm called out, asking if I'd like to join him for dinner ... I declined politely, and made my way to my quarters, where I quickly showered and changed. I crossed the hall to Beth's cabin, and let myself in ... and as ordered, she was lying naked on the bed. I smiled when I noticed that she had added a few touches to my commands ... not only was she naked, but she was shackled, spread-eagled, to the bed posts. The fur-lined cuffs on her ankles were fastened securely, as was one hand ... the other had the cuff on it, as she held her hand in place, waiting for me to fasten the other end to the bed. On the table beside the bed was a feather, and a double-dildo, already lubed and ready to go. I could feel myself getting wet just looking at her, as I crossed the room to lock the final manacle into place. My eyes roamed over her. I could see the moisture glistening on her swollen lips, and wondered if she had used the dildo, or her fingers, as she waited for my arrival. The image of her masturbating filled my mind, and I smiled as I licked my lips, sliding one hand over my sensitive breasts and the other between my legs. As I touched myself, I saw her writhe against her bonds. I wanted to toy with her for a while, but my need was too great ... the feather would have to wait until *after* she was thoroughly fucked. I pulled the kimono I was wearing over my head, and stood before her as naked as the day I was born. I bent down and kissed Beth, as my hands found her breasts, pinching the hard nipples as our tongues dueled. I moved down her body, sucking one breast, and then the other. I slipped a finger inside her, and she arched her back, lifting her hips off the bed. I knelt on the side of the bed, fingering her, and myself at the same time. I could see the lust in her eyes as my fingers slid into her. When I knew she could take very little more, I picked the dildo up from the table, and slid it between her legs, sliding it in and out a few times, making her moan. After a minute or two, I let go of the dildo, leaving it deep inside her. The protruding phallus was very inviting, but I knew she was too close to coming. I held back, kissing her some more as her breathing started to return to normal. When I felt she had quieted enough, I got on my feet, straddling her. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the cock that she was offering me. As I felt it slide deep into me, she arched once more ... the dildo pushing deeper into both of us. I could feel it pressing against my cervix, making me gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I had slipped to my knees, lying atop Beth, sucking on her tits as we rocked against each other ... the dildo seated deeply. As I sucked her tits, she moved her hips ... arching her back to press more firmly against me, then swirling from side to side, creating a whole different sensation that started an explosion deep inside me. As my orgasm grew, I lifted my head, causing the dildo to press down into Beth as we fucked one another ... her cries of yes nearly drowned out my own shout, as our passion overwhelmed us. --- I was spent, but not so much so that I couldn't lift myself off of the dildo, and then remove it from Beth. I went into the head, and threw the love toy into the sink, then returned to my lover with a towel to dry her off. I was just about to remove the restraints when I spotted the feather lying on the table. I smiled a wicked smile, and Beth's gaze turned to see what I was looking at. She said that I wouldn't dare, which of course, was all the incentive I needed to pick the feather up and tap it against my palm a few times. I could see her squirming in anticipation as I brushed it lightly against my own breast ... my sensitive nipple reacting as I expected to the light touch. I teased myself with it for a few minutes, until I could see the need in her eyes once again. With her restrained still, I could touch on all of her sensitive places, and there was nothing she could do about it. On nipple, then the other; back and forth between the two. I could see the nipples hardening, getting larger at the light touch. I knew they were aching, just as mine were. I then drew the feather along her side, brushing along the rib cage, across her stomach, and up the other side ... she shivered and moaned. Flick across the breasts again, then down the middle, to her navel. I circled the navel then dipped lower, lightly flicking against her clit before moving to the inner thighs. She was flushed, as soft moans escaped her lips ... she fought against her bonds, adding to my enjoyment as well as hers. I used the feather along her inner thighs, down past her knees. I then returned to her clit, and teased it for a minute or two. When she arched her back, I set the feather aside, and knelt between her legs, flicking my tongue across the hard kernel of her sex. I sucked hard on that kernel, making her moan and buck against me ... she came once again, when my tongue slipped into her, lapping up all the sweet juices of her love. --- I awoke hours later in Beth's arms. One look at the chronometer told me that I had to go ... it was nearly 0800, and we both had to be on duty. I kissed Beth, as I got out of bed and looked for the kaftan I had been wearing. I bent down to retrieve it and when I stood to pull it over my head, Beth was standing behind me. She kissed me, and told me she loved me. We made plans to meet for lunch, if at all possible, then I was off to shower and change. The tactical alert siren went off while I was in the shower. --- The End