A Moment Of Boredom
© Kevryn
B'Lanna sighed.
Their Away Mission had been a success. Now they just had to get back to Voyager. She glanced at the chronometer, and looked across at Tom. Three quarters of an hour to go, just the two of them. But B'Lanna wasn't in the mood for talking.
Leaning back and closing her eyes, she admitted to herself she enjoyed the Delta Flyer: Tom's own creation. The speed and lines of the shuttle had an eroticism all their own. Unlike the standard shuttles, the Delta Flyer made her feel close to Tom in a unique way, a physical way - like she was inside him. The co-pilot's seat felt firm against her back. She gazed out as the stars slipped by... bored, so bored.
Something pinged on the flyer's complex dashboard. A tiny piece of metal broke off and shot out at high speed, catching Tom on the cheek. Instinctively B'Lanna turned to the console, effecting repairs. A tiny spark flicked out. Was this all she'd been needed for on this mission? Voyager's finest engineer, replacing toggles on the console? She sighed again.
She turned to look at Tom. The spark had caught him just below the left eye, grazing him. A tiny drop of blood oozed out onto his cheek. Without thinking, B'Lanna reached out her hand.
For a moment she froze, Tom's blood on her fingers. As if in slow motion she brought the finger to her mouth. Tom's eyes locked hers as she ran her tongue over the tip of her finger, tasting his blood. She closed her lips around it and sucked gently. The strong, sticky taste of blood gave her an idea......
Tom looked away automatically. How could he tell B'Lanna what she did to him? The sight of her, sucking her fingers, licking his blood. Suddenly his uniform was too hot, too tight.
The computer voice broke in, responding to something B'Lanna had done. Even the computer reacted to her touch: what chance had a mere human?
"Automatic pilot engaged" droned the voice.
When Tom looked back, B'Lanna was not standing at the console, nor was she in her seat. She was kneeling in front of him, still wearing the sensual smile that had danced on her lips at the taste of his blood. Her eyes sought his, and held him.
She reached out her hand, brushing the harsh woollen texture of his uniform trousers. It was the lightest of touches, but enough to tell her what she already knew. Tom was hard and ready for her.
Still not taking her eyes from his, she unfastened his flies, and slipped her cool hand inside. Her long Klingon fingers roamed over his erection gently, teasingly. She ran her nails through the red blond curls of his hair. Tom moaned appreciatively.
B'Lanna leaned forward and rested her head against Tom's belly, stroking his cock with her cheek. The scent of his manhood filled her nostrils, exciting her to a low growl.
Gently she reached out with her tongue, and touched the very tip of his foreskin. Tom gasped in astonishment. Bending lower, she ran her lips around the head of his erection, then slipped her tongue within the out layer of skin and lapped. The strong, salty taste filled her mouth with promises. Her right hand closed around the shaft, her left was cradling his balls as she folded her lips around him, lowering her head to take him deep, deep into her throat.
Tom sank his hand into the rich glossy hair on the back of her neck, as he struggled to keep his breath. He could feel her teeth lightly brushing him, her hot breath on his thighs. He whimpered and moaned as the pleasure deepened. Clutching a fistful of hair, he began to control the rhythm of the movements she was making with her mouth and hands. His back arched as the muscles of his body tensed. He grunted with delight.
B'Lanna made no sound, as she allowed Tom to set the pace, adjusting her breathing to allow her total concentration of the task 'in hand'. She breathed out, momentarily filling her cheeks with air, then drawing it back, sucking hard. Tom shuddered.
Tom's breathing quickened, as he approached climax. With a cry nothing short of triumph, he slumped back in the pilot's chair, gasping for air.
B'Lanna held her position, as her mouth filled with the hot, salty liquid. Then gently she slipped her lips up his softening shaft, making sure not to lose a drop of the precious fluid. She stretched up her neck, like a satisfied cat, and swallowed. She gasped faintly; synthehol never 'kicked' like that on the back of her throat. A burning sensation ran inside her.
Suddenly the communicator chirped;
"Voyager to the Delta Flyer: come in Tom" it was Janeway's voice.
Tom seemed to be dragging himself back from another reality.
"Uh.... Paris here" he mumbled
"You're clear to dock. Shuttle bay 2"
"Right.... uh... right" Tom shook his head in an attempt to clear it.
He looked down at B'Lanna, she had a self-satisfied smile on her lips, her eyes half closed. He couldn't tell how much was pleasure, how much amusement.
Demurely, B'Lanna rose from the floor, straightened her jacket, ran a hand through her hair and resumed her place in the co-pilot's seat.
The smile never left her face.