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    The truth was also.. it would never be enough.

         How could it be?

    Eventually, her hands found their way inside the open jacket. Cool palms against fever-hot skin. Tracing the sharp cut of her abs, climbing, searching, until both hands found the warm, perfect weight of her breasts and she felt Bette’s whole body exhale into it.

    She swallowed the broken moan that followed with her mouth, licking deep into her while her hands kept working. Squeezing. Kneading. Twisting the stiff peaks between her fingers with slow, merciless patience until there was nothing left of language, nothing left of composure, nothing left of Lieutenant Commander Bette Porter at all.

    Just this. Hips jerking upward in helpless little thrusts, thighs trembling and spreading wider, head dropping back with a choked, desperate sound that Tina felt in her core.

    I haven’t even touched you yet, she thought.

    ”What?” Bette’s eyes found hers. It wasn’t a whisper after all.

    ”Off,” Tina covered the slip with authority, already pulling the jacket down her arms, pinning them briefly behind her back for one breathless moment, before stripping it away entirely.

    Then she leaned in and took one nipple into her mouth.. not gentle, not teasing, just deep, wet pulls that hollowed her cheeks, tongue flicking mercilessly over the swollen peak while her fingers pinched the other one raw.

    When Bette grabbed her head and held her pressed into her chest, Tina understood exactly how little time either of them had.

    Despite this, and with the patience of someone who knew exactly how this ended, she reached between them and worked the belt open. Then the button. Then the zipper. All without breaking eye contact. Then she slid down her body like liquid heat, taking the pants and underwear with her, and sat back on her heels.

    Nothing. Absolutely nothing in the known universe had prepared her for the sight before her.

    Bette was gleaming. Swollen and throbbing and so obviously, painfully ready that Tina forgot how to think. The sound that escaped her originated somewhere below rational thought. She looked up at her with light years of wanting written plainly across her face.

    But she didn’t rush it.

    Instead, she pressed her thumbs to the crease of Bette’s thighs, spreading her wider, exposing her dripping core to the cool air, causing her to hiss and twitch.

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    1. If this is a stand alone I really enjoyed it, but if you are going to continue it was a very exciting way to begin a new fic. I also like that Tina is The Captain this time. Long time Star Trek fan

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