Ice cream and....Distractions

Posted on Mon Apr 19th, 2021 @ 1:53am by Lieutenant Baeryn Whavi-Tonelly & Captain David Tonelly [Reece]

Mission: Challenge Missions
Location: USS Elysium, Marine County, Corporal Tonelly's quarters
Timeline: 1624 hours (Part 2)
3266 words - 6.5 OF Standard Post Measure

As soon as the door to Corporal Tonelly's quarters slid shut, Baeryn pulled her uniform top over her head, leaving her in a tight black tank top. The moment her skin was bare, the fire underneath it started to lessen, but just by a fraction, a minimal relief. In a last attempt to cool herself down she pulled back her wild curls into a ponytail, a few longer strands still tickling the exposed parts her tank top failed to cover.

Without David present she could focus on the issue she had come to solve. Checking to ensure the issue was isolated was easy, as was getting rid of it. The true task was finding out where it had come from, whether the gremlins had originated on the PADD or the main computer system. Then of course setting up firewalls to prevent the issue from reoccurring. She started a diagnostic and leaned back in the chair, the process shouldn't take too long, but how quickly did she really want to clear the issue?

Alone, in the room, she let her eyes glance around at the Corporal's personal affects. Baeryn was no snoop, she didn't pry, and for the most part kept to herself but something intrigued her about him, she couldn't put her finger on it but suddenly she wanted to know all she could. The orderly state of his room came as no surprise, she chocked it up to Marine habit and continued to take in the items laid about the room. The first collection of items that really caught her eye were books. Actual books. History books it looked like. Her curiosity won her over as she rose from her seat. So, David seemed to be a history buff, but these books looked ancient, and rare. Baeryn didn't dare pick one up, but an assortment of pictures stole her attention. If her assumptions were to be true, David was quite the daredevil as well. The images were of David and a few others on a snowy mountain top. The view breath taking. The frame was heavy in her hands as she lifted it to get a better look.

Suddenly, David's voice could be heard through the closed door, as if he was approaching from the mess hall. "...never mind how she found out, Ransom! Everyone knows you can't shoot your way out of a sack!" There was the sound of raucous laughter from several different voices.

"Fuck you, D-T!" One voice, clearly the aforementioned Ramsom person.

More laughter.

"Calm down, buddy," David's voice sounded light and teasing. "Come see me next week. I'll show you how to use your weapon correctly."

Even more laughter, mixed with several cat calls.

Without warning, the doors to David's room slid open and he stepped inside. He was holding a single banana split, fully dressed, complete with a bright red maraschino cherry on top.

He paused, seeing Baeryn's current state of dress, and that she was looking at one of his old photos from Earth. Stepping inside, the doors slid shut behind him. "Lock." There was a soft click as the door was locked. "Wouldn't want any of the savages I live with to accidently barge in here while you look," though his eyes never left hers, it seemed that he took everything in. "...like that." He smiled a hungry smile as his eyes locked on hers.

A thin auburn eyebrow arched hearing David lock the door, it was an effort to keep her breathing even while he looked at her, like he was a lion circling in on a mate. Her lips parted, the explanation on the tip of her tongue, but the words never left her mouth. Instead she gave a half hearted shrug. To hide the grin she looked back to the frame in her hands. Gently placing it back in its spot on the shelf.

Turning she nodded to the banana split, smiling at the monster of a dessert. "That for me?" She inquired stepping closer towards him, suppressing her excitement for the simple gesture.

"What, this?" David asked teasingly. "Well, I guess, since you did ask so nicely." He moved closer to her and scooped a single scoop of strawberry ice cream, with some chocolate syrup and whipped cream on it. He then held it out towards Baeryn, for her to eat.

There was that heat again, pooling itself in her belly, more then a desire, a need. Her eyes dropped once to the spoon, she knew it was highly unprofessional to accept the offer, but in the moment, she didn't care. She refused to ignore what her body was telling her. Looking up she locked eyes with David, holding his stare as she slightly inclined her head to wrap her lips around the spoon, pulling back ever slowly, leaving the spoon clean.

She savored the cool temperature of the ice cream, letting the strawberry tart bite her tongue as the ice cream melted. All while keeping her dark eyes on David. Plucking the cherry from the split she made show of removing the little speck of whip cream from it with her tongue before pulling it free from the stem.

"I guess if I was nice I would have offered to share." she wrinkled her nose a bit then added, "Sorry." with a smile.

During the whole display, David never took his eyes from Baeryn's. He could feel the fire growing. It was very intoxicating.

When Baeryn spoke, David's smile grew. "Well then, if that's the way it's going to be, I'll just have to..." he moved so fast, he was nearly a blur. In one fluid motion, he had placed the bowl containing the banana split on his bunk end table, then slid up to Baeryn, wrapping his powerful arms around her. He then leaned in and kissed her deeply, gently sucking the sweet dessert from her lips. Though his actions were rapid, they seemed completely controlled.

A small gasp escaped her once his hands were on her. When his mouth met hers she let out a moan, the sheer strength and power behind the kiss had her melting at her core. One hand on the back of his neck she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, releasing all the restraint and composure she possessed. In her mind there was nothing but him and his equal desire for her. She cursed the unfortunate layers of clothing keeping their bodies from touching.

Pulling his body flush to hers, she slipped her free hand under his shirt, taking her time to feel the outlines of his abs and then dragging her nails down them.

David found the very taste of Baeryn to be the sweetest he had ever tasted in his very long life. As she pulled him closer to her, his body reacted to her touch. A growl deep in his chest vibrated through him as he felt her nails digging into his abdomen. Reaching up behind Baeryn, he took a hold of the ponytail that she had made and pulled her head back and to his left. He then buried his face in her neck, nibbling and kissing, sucking and biting every bit of her exposed flesh. He wished heavily that they had less fabric between them.

It had to be a dream. There was no other explanation for how easy it was be so close to him, how else could he have known her favorite spot...right below her ear. She felt her knees start to buckle, her nails digging into him deeper with every kiss....every bite. The temperature in the room was close to super nova. Heat and desire turning into pure pleasure.

Not trusting herself to stand any longer with his face buried in her neck, she used both hands to push him back to the bed, then onto it. She straddled him, one knee at a time, slowly sliding herself onto his lap. Taking his chin in her hand she lifted it towards her, softly brushing her mouth across his, like a whispering wind her lips traveled across his strong jaw, until her teeth found his ear, where she nibbled, hard. She could taste the salt on his skin, left behind from the sweat, it made her moan and crave him even more. Her free hand started to pull his shirt up, exposing his stomach.

David found even more to appreciate about Baeryn. She was a strong-willed woman. His attraction for her continued to grow as the minutes passed. He allowed himself to be guided to, and then down onto, his bunk. He then relished the view of this beautiful woman climbing onto his lap. When she grabbed his jaw, he didn't resist, but, his eyes never left hers. He was starting to feel that he could lose himself in those twin pools of obsidian beauty. And he would go willingly.

When she nibbled, and then moaned in his ear, he truly felt his manhood fully awaken. When she started to moved his shirt, he reached up behind his head with his right hand, wrapped his left around her waist, as he sat up and pulled the shirt off by the back of the neck hem.

Laying back down, he rolled them over, trapping her beneath his frame. After tossing the shirt that was still wrapped on his left arm, he braced himself up with his left hand, his right began to move over the length of her body.

A dark chuckle came from her when his hardness pressed against her middle. Next thing she knew he was on top of her, the shirt gone. Her eyes left his to roam across his build, finally she was able to take in his physique and appreciate the lean muscle that stretched across his entire body. It was like velvet wrapped stone under her palms.

Wrapping her legs around him, crossed at her ankles, she forced him down, closer to her, a mouse caught in her trap. Baeryn's mouth found his neck again, her tongue ran from his collar bone to his ear where she released a moan, simultaneously dragging all ten nails down the length of his back.

"Maybe I wanted to be on top..." she whispered into his ear, her voice dark.

When Baeryn raked his back, David's eyes rolled up and he released a primal growl. The sensation was euphoric. How did she know? Yes, she was clearly a Betazoid, or at least part-Betazoid. However, as an El-Aurian, his thoughts couldn't be read! How was this young, voracious woman finding all of the places he yearned to be touched, and how?

Opening his eyes again, he slid his hands under her arms and then spread his powerful arms, forcing hers above her head. Reaching up, he grasped both of her wrists in his left hand and held them there. He brought his right down to between their faces and wagged his index finger at her in an admonishing manner.

"Now, now. Good girls don't try to rush things. Bad girls get punished." He carefully and deliberately formed the word as he said it. "Now, which will you be?"

Baeryn arched her back, grunted with pleasure as she wiggled her wrists caught in his grasp. This, this was exactly what she yearned for. He wasn’t real. He couldn’t be. That seemed the only logical explanation for how he knew exactly how to position her, how to touch her to make her wet.

She snapped her teeth at the finger he held in front of her face and when he moved it she reached up as far as his grip would allow her to. After running her tongue across his bottom lip she said “I’m not nice, and I’m not a good girl.” Then she took his bottom lip between her teeth and pulled down on it.

David nearly yelped when Baeryn bit his lip and pulled him down to her. He had to release his hold of her wrists to brace himself before crushing her with his weight. He quickly locked his lips on hers and kissed her with so much heat it could melt duranium. He had no words left, only pure, unadulterated, instinct. And he went with it, full bore.

There was a shift in David that Baeryn picked up on. No matter how hard she kissed or bit him she wanted more, she couldn’t get enough of his mouth on her, of the heat they were creating together, of his taste on her tongue.

Her right hand slid between their bodies, running slowly down his chest, then stomach, stopping briefly to caress every scar she found on the way, until it reached his waistline where it paused. In this moment she wanted to look him in the eye, she wanted to see his face when she went farther south. So she pulled her mouth away from his and opened her eyes, only then realizing how breathless she was.

David was in another reality. His barracks mates must've drugged him. He still couldn't quite believe that here, in his quarters, this ravishing creature was devouring him, bit by bit. He couldn't get enough of her. Her touch was white hot and he was finding the burn intoxicating.

When Baeryn pulled away, David opened his eyes. After seeing the look in her eyes, and feeling her hand at his beltline, he knew what she was asking without words. He kept his eyes locked on hers and nodded slightly.

With those piercing black eyes locked on the gentle but strong features of his face she slid her hand lower, but still outside his pants. Her fingers then traced the length of his hardness, when she palmed it she tired desperately to keep the surprise at its size from her face, she knew she was failing, miserably. Using the heel of her palm she applied pressure, stroking down and back up, slow at first, but adding more pressure each time she brought her palm down again.

Feeling her touch him, even over his clothes, was beyond description. David closed his eyes and gasped softly. He still couldn't believe this. He had told himself, not thirty minutes earlier, that he was going to take things slow, make things last. Now though, in this very moment, with Baeryn beneath him, everything was nearly perfect. He didn't want to stop. He didn't want her to stop. Except, he didn't want to end things too quickly, either.

"Wait," he gasped, feeling a little breathless. Moving her hand from him, he rolled them back over, with her on top. Now looking up at her, he smiled softly. "Lets make this last," he whispered. "You did say you wanted to be on top?" He gave her a coy smile.

When David requested to wait, disappointment came crashing down around her. Her actions halted completely when he removed her hand from between his legs. Maybe she did something wrong, was too rough, too fast? She frowned, but then within seconds, David had repositioned them again, placing her on top, exactly where she wanted to be. Sitting up right, she spread her knees, pressing her full weight down on him, down on the hardness that had her thighs throbbing, begging for friction. A roguish grin spread across her lips as she began to grind David, but only twice before leaning down to mutter, “I’m going to be so tantalizingly slow that your going to beg, your going to beg me to let you finish.” Before he could respond she kissed him hard, grinding against him once more.

David was so absorbed in the moment, that he nearly didn't comprehend the sultry words that Baeryn had just spoken. A hungry grin crossed his face. He ran his strong hands up her thighs, over her back as she continued to grind on him, when his hands reached her ponytail, he took hold of it and pulled her head up, so he could look into her eyes. His eyes were sharp as steel in their focus of her face. There was also an unmistakable lust exploding behind them. In a tone that was dripping with promise, he said, "We'll see who begs first." He then pulled her back down to him, kissing her fiercely as he fingers raked down her back.

This wasn’t like Baeryn, to so be so forward and open with her desires. Or perhaps it was, and she just hadn’t found anyone who brought it out in her like David did. What made him different? Why was her mind so calm in his presence?

Baeryn pulled back from the kiss, lightly dragging her nails down his chest as she sat upright, enjoying the view of him underneath her, of his face and sounds as she moved on top of him. She didn’t stop grinding until in the corner of her eye she caught sight of the forgotten banana split on the end table. Smiling mischievously back at David she untucked her tank top and pulled it up and over her head, leaving her in a simple black bra, her skin littered with freckles.

David growled again, feeling Baeryn's nails score his chest. He thought that she looked perfect, astride him, looking down at him, as if she had claimed him as her own. He, of course, was under no illusions to disagree. He saw her glance over at the forgotten banana split and then smile. He knew right then, what she was thinking. When she removed her tank top, his eyes feasted on every square millimeter of skin, as if he was memorizing every beautiful freckle. His hands, though strong, moved gently across her newly exposed flesh. He soaked in everything that she was giving him.

Leaning forward, she reached for the spoon and scooped the melted ice cream, she brought it to his chest, hovering for a moment while a few drops of the still cold dessert fell onto his skin. Immediately her mouth began to water, already imagining the luscious combination of sweet strawberry vanilla and the saltiness of his skin. She dragged the spoon down his chest, again his scars catching her attention but she only allowed the distraction for seconds before continuing down past his belly button and ending at his belt line. Looking up, she held his stare while sucking the remaining contents from the spoon, just like before, knowing how the action had aroused him so. Painstakingly slowly Baeryn brought her mouth down and began licking her way from his belt line to his chest. In that moment she decided she wanted to taste all of him, that her very existence depending on it.

David's chest muscles flexed in response to the sudden cold of the ice cream on his hot flesh. It was quite stimulating. His manhood pulsed beneath Baeryn as she continued this wonderful game that they were playing. He gasped and rolled his head back when she began to lick the ice cream off of his abdomen and chest. Moaning in ecstasy, he wanted so badly to move to the next step. He wanted to feel her, all of her. Looking back down at her, he had an animalistic look in his eyes. Grabbing her left thigh, he rolled her back over and then stood up, backing a few paces back, so she could see him fully. Then, slowly, he began to strip out of the rest of his clothes.

***To Be Continued***


Lieutenant Baeryn Whavi
Chief Operations Officer U.S.S Elysium

&

Corporal David Tonelly
Marine Sniper