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    Her back left the couch entirely, a rush of heat flooding Tina’s mouth and chin and chest, soaking into the leather in a warm, overwhelming wave. She screamed Tina’s name until it had no shape left. Thighs locked. Body seized. Then surrendered.

    One by one, Tina coaxed the aftershocks out of her, slow and thorough, until Bette’s hands in her hair went completely limp.

    She pressed one last kiss to the inside of her thigh. Sat back. Looked up at her.

    And realized that her own pulse had been a quiet underscore to everything. But now, in the sudden stillness, it became the only thing she could hear.

    So she stood up, smoothed her uniform out of what was left of habit, and walked into the adjoining room without a word. Bette heard the soft beep of the replicator. Then silence. Then footsteps.

    She came back with two full glasses of water. Handed one over. Drank hers slowly, deliberately, in long measured sips, eyes on Bette the entire time. Set the empty glass down.

    Bette took a breath to speak.

    ”Wait.” Tina raised a finger. ”Don’t move.”

    She left again. More beeps from the replicator.

    Bette gulped her water and watched the doorway.

    When Tina came back, she was holding it at her side, almost casually, like it was nothing. Like she hadn’t just replicated a perfectly sized, beautifully weighted dildo with a leather and silk harness attached.

    Bette’s mouth fell open.

    She stared at it. Then at her captain. Then back at it.

    Tina held it out without a word. Waited until Bette took it. Then smiled.

    ”I’m going to freshen up,” she said simply, and sauntered away, hips moving like they knew exactly who was watching them go.

    The bathroom door clicked shut behind her.

    Bette sat there holding it, blinking at the closed door. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face. Then a laugh.. low and disbelieving and entirely to herself.

     

    On the other side of the door, Tina braced both hands on the edge of the sink and looked at herself in the mirror.

    She looked exactly like what had just happened to her. The compound was dissipating slowly and she could feel it, the edges of the haze retreating, but underneath it.. underneath all of it.. was something that had nothing to do with alien pollen.

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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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