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Tina had waited long enough. She reached between them and positioned the dildo and sank down onto it in one long, slow exhale that drew a sound from her that neither would ever be able to describe.
She stilled. Just breathed.
Then began to move.
The rhythm they found was nothing like the couch. That had been hunger. This was something else. Something that knew where it was going and wasn’t in any hurry to get there.
Tina rolled into her, arms around her neck, and Bette rose to meet her, pulling her down into every thrust. Like they’d always known how to do this.
Then Bette’s mouth found her breast. Her nipple. Sucked hard and without warning and Tina’s rhythm broke apart entirely, breath shattering, nails digging into Bette’s shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
”Don’t stop,” Tina begged.
Bette had no intention of stopping.
She worked her with her mouth while Tina rode her, while the candles threw their shadows long across the walls, while the music played low and the incense curled through the warm air of the captain’s quarters, forty-seven thousand light-years from anywhere.
When Tina came, it was nothing like before. It moved through her slowly, then all at once, and she pressed her face into Bette’s neck and said her name into her skin and felt Bette shudder underneath her, following her over.
She felt the wetness around the dildo. Around them both. Soaking the sheets beneath her, hot and fast and inevitable.
But Bette wanted more.
She lifted her carefully, both hands at her waist, and walked her to the viewport. Tina understood immediately. She placed her hands against the glass, cool and vast against her palms, and bent forward, while the stars filled her vision.. endless and indifferent and breathtaking.
Then Bette thrust in from behind, and Tina forgot about stars entirely.
One long, claiming stroke. Then another. Then a rhythm that had nothing slow or patient left in it.
”Fuck– me” Tina panted over and over against the glass.
Bette obliged.
This was three years. Every locked door, every careful distance, every hand kept deliberately to itself, unleashed.
Bette fucked her against the viewport with everything she’d been holding back, and Tina took all of it, palms flat against the cold glass, the universe streaming past her face, sounds coming out of her she’d never given anyone, freely and without apology, and completely beyond retrieval.
One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. Bette’s mouth came down on her shoulder and bit hard enough to leave something to remember her by. The other hand snaked around, slapping her clit once in rhythm, then settling into tight, merciless circles.
”Say you belong to me,” Bette growled against her ear.
“Yes,” Tina panted against the glass. ”I belong to you.”
Bette pinched her nipple, twisted, slapped her clit once more, and the orgasm that followed was nothing like the first. It was total. Tina gushed around the dildo, felt it soaking down her thighs, and then Bette shattered above her with a cry and collapsed forward, her full weight warm and heavy across Tina’s back.
Both of them shaking. Both of them finished. Both of them pressed against the viewport with the universe streaming past.
A witness to it all.
Later, when the candles had burned low and the music had long since faded, neither of them spoke.
Because somewhere beyond the cabin walls, the Artemis pressed on through the dark.. and though they were forty-seven thousand light-years from home, for the first time, it felt exactly like where they were meant to be.
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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