The BLTS Archive- Just Breathe by LesaL. (Azlisa001@aol.com) --- Timeline: Takes place during Chapter 4 of my story "Scents & Sensibility" (also archived on the ASC.) The morning of the day that will end in Harry and Seven's attending the Doctor's holodeck program. Archive: Yes please Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just letting them play a little. Note: This is my first try at NC-17 material, constructive feedback would be really appreciated. --- I am behaving inefficiently...and I am enjoying it. I know that if I wished too, I could rise carefully, dress and begin my duties, but I do not wish too. At the moment all that I want to do is continue to lie here in his bed with his body aligned along mine. I want to continue to feel the slow, even rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, the beating of his heart, his warm exhalations on my neck and his hand resting on my abdomen. All of these things combined with the thought of all that has happened in the last seven days fill me with a sense of contentment the likes of which I have never known or ever hoped to know. Contrary to what people believe, we have not been only engaging in sexual activities during our time together. He has also been teaching me how to enjoy myself. Or more to the point he has shown me that it is all right to enjoy myself. We have watched holovideos, listened to music, consumed meals, played games, talked and 'hung out.' However, it is true that we have spent more than seventy percent of our time off-duty making love. Making love, a few weeks ago I would have dismissed that term as a misnomer. But he explained that copulation is the act of sexual intercourse, physical release with no emotional involvement. That is not what we do together and I have ceased to consider it copulation. I feel a warm flush throughout my body as I think about what we have done together. It has been a momentous seven days. Tonight we will venture out together for the first time as a romantically affiliated couple. We have been invited along with a select group of crew members to attend a special holodeck program. Normally I would attempt to forego participation by pointing out that I had work that had not been finished or that such an activity was irrelevant. He told me that we did not have to attend if I did not wish too, but also that it might be fun. 'It might be fun,' not that it would be good for me to go, that it would help my social skills, and it was not an order, simply that it might be fun. I have found that I like to have fun. My optical implant alerts me to the fact that his awakening sequence has begun. The illumination will brighten slowly until full illumination, ten minutes before the computer announces the time at 0700. We have thirty-five minutes until then. I do not require anymore sleep, as much as I have come to enjoy it. He has slept approximately six and one half hours. Seven to eight would be optimum, but six and one half is acceptable. His efficiency will not be impeded when he reports to Operations at 0800 if he awakens now. The position we are in is called 'spooning' and it is as enjoyable as he said it was. However the feeling of his body along mine and the memory of our time together has prompted me to continue my study of a phenomena I discovered by chance four days ago. One that is unique to the human male. It is the morning erection. My previous study of the databases relating to human sexuality had made no mention of this topic. The first morning of my discovery, while he did join in when sufficiency roused from sleep and found the experience as gratifying as I did, he was moved to explain later that he had no control over the occurrence. 'It just happens to guys,' was his explanation, which appeared to almost embarrass him, he seemed to believe that I would consider it a weakness. I hastened to point out that I found it a most intriguing attribute and that I was interested in studying it further. His warm smile of pleasure sent a wave of sensual heat throughout my body as he told me that he would never stand in the way of the pursuit of knowledge. Later I did attempt to locate information on the databases, his explanation was essentially accurate. It just happens. It is a completely unnecessary physical occurrence. It is also...convenient. I press myself closer against him, feeling his erection press against the cleft of my buttocks. I feel his fingers twitch slightly on my abdomen. His hands, his fingers are skilled. I enjoy them. They are even more enjoyable in certain areas. I run my fingers over his forearm, feeling the muscles and tendons just below the surface. Carefully I grip his hand and place it on my right breast, I feel a change in his breathing pattern. He is awakening. His hand slowly begins to move, first palming, then cupping my breast firmly. His thumb circles the aureole and I feel the nipple harden. A sigh of pleasure escapes my lips. He presses himself even closer then places soft, warm kisses along my neck moving upwards as I turn my head slightly towards him. When he reaches my ear he takes the lobe in his mouth and suckles it. Again, I am surprised by how pleasing it feels. He continues to fondle my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingertips. I feel the now familiar warm ache grow in my pelvic region and I have to remind myself that breathing is necessary for survival. I begin to slowly move against him and he responds in rhythm with my movements. This is good, very good. Suddenly I feel his hand touch mine under my pillow, his fingers intertwining with mine. His simple gesture touches me deeply. I know it is not logical or even factual but I feel as if my body is melding with his. As though we are one. It is extraordinary. His hand moves south to caress my left breast. He takes care to allow his wrist to continue to stimulate the right. He positions himself slightly farther down my body, his mouth level with the base of my neck. I approve. This position allows his penis greater access as I feel it rub along my vulva. That sensation plus his continued fondling of my breasts is beyond words. I convey my enjoyment with another sigh of pleasure. I feel his tongue and lips trace warm trails along my neck. The nerve endings seem almost hyper sensitive to his attentions. Then his hand leaves my breasts, slowly moving down my abdomen. I whimper in protest. He chuckles against my skin and reaches for my hand, pressing a soft kiss on my fingertips then places my hand on my right breast. His fingers move against mine and I understand what he wishes me to do. I attempt to comply, but the self-stimulation feels awkward at first. His fingers travel down, stopping to gently trace the indentation of my navel. He knows I am sensitive there but he cannot resist dipping in for one quick rub. A sound that he insists on calling a giggle escapes my throat. His fingers move again, gently caressing my abdomen and entangling themselves in the curly hair of my pubis. Then his hand reaches his final destination. I lick my suddenly dry lips and close my eyes. Needing to focus entirely on his attentions. His fingers tease me, circling and caressing with feather light touches until I am breathless with need. I rest my right leg over his to allow him greater access to my clitoris. He understands my action and his fingers begin to move in earnest. His manual dexterity is, as always, impressive. I begin to stimulate my nipple in unison with his movements. The feelings are almost overwhelming now. I arch back against his body, my breath coming in harsh pants. My fingers tighten compulsively over his under my pillow. I have to remind myself to loosen my grip or risk injuring him. He changes the angle of his pelvic movements slightly and I feel him enter me. At this point I am incapable of words. He has told me that the sounds I make when we pleasure each other are the sweetest music he has ever heard. I am in full voice this morning. Sounds pour forth from me, no words, just cries, moans and gasps. Intelligible urgings. His breathing echoes mine as he continues to move inside me, his fingers still diligently stimulating my clitoris. As wonderful as this feels, I know that the angle of penetration is not conducive to continued intercourse. As though aware of my unspoken thoughts I feel him withdraw, move his hand to my waist and rise. I understand his actions and immediately move to my hands and knees. He positions himself behind me and enters me again. I voice my approval. He knows that I can easily bare his weight, and moves his left hand to my breast as his right hand continues his previous stimulation. I meet him thrust for thrust. The sounds of flesh joining and frenzied breathing resonate throughout the room. Although I cannot see him from my position, I have studied his face during lovemaking enough to visualize his expression. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes half closed. I know that his hair is falling onto his forehead, not quite concealing his furrowed brow. I know the look of determination on his features, as he concentrates on prolonging his efforts to ensure my climax. Only after I reach that plateau will he allow himself to ejaculate. He is very thorough. It is an endearing trait and I hold the image of him in my mind as we make love. Then I feel it begin, like a knot tightening slowly, tighter, tighter and then it shatters, wondrously. I throw my head back, guttural cries pour forth from me. My sounds trigger his response as he moves furiously against me. I hear him, one hoarse cry of mingled agony and ecstasy. He moves slowly a few more times as I feel more of his weight rest against me. My legs are trembling slightly as I lower us down onto the bed. I feel bereft as his penis leaves me. His body covers mine, our left hands still intertwined. The feeling of his body on mine is strangely comforting. His head rests against mine as we try to regulate our breathing. The computer announces the time. He sighs then moves off to my left and I groan in protest. He pulls the coverlet over my shoulders, concerned that I might be chilled. At the moment the thought of ever being cold again seems highly unlikely. I feel his hand stroking me underneath the cover, moving slowly from my neck to my buttocks and back again. It is soothing. My eyes are closed. I am still surprised by the passion my body can feel and the emotions he can arouse in me. I need a few moments to process all these sensations. He understands. Finally, I reach to push my hair off my face. Opening my eyes I find him regarding me with his head resting on his hand. He is beautiful. He smiles at me, the smile that I alone am privileged to see. It is not restricted to his mouth, as odd as it seems it even extends into his eyes. A warm wave moves through my body. So pleasurable it is almost painful. I have felt this sensation many times during our affiliation. I understand this feeling now and the knowledge shakes me to the center of my being. This is love. I move to him, my arms encircling his neck as I breathe deeply of his scent. It is mingled with my scent. Our scent. His arms tighten protectively around me. He kisses my hair and whispers "Good Morning." "Yes, it is," I agree. --- The End --- My inspiration for this story Breathe by Faith Hill I can feel you breathe, just breathe. In a way I know my heart is waking up As all the walls come tumbling down. Closer than I've ever felt before And I know and you know there's no need for words right now Cause I can feel you breathe It's washing over me And suddenly I'm melting into you. There's nothing left to prove Baby all we need is just to be. Caught up in the touch The slow and steady rush Baby isn't that the way love's supposed to be? I can feel you breathe, just breathe.