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Uhura could feel the eyes on the back of her neck. Literally. It was a warm and slightly tingling sensation. Odd. She supposed she shouldn't really be surprised, though. She was new, and a Terran was a curiosity in the court. Her skin was unique, her hair was unique, and she was the only female available for observation.

The warm, tingling sensation moved to her shoulder and then, rather abruptly, down to her ass. Oh hell no. "If you'll excuse me," she said with perfect inflection and a flawless accent, turning gracefully even in the ridiculous shoes. "It is time for My Lord's daily--" Daily what? "Exercise. I must be there, in case he should he require anything of me." Perfect. Bones could do pushups and she could stand with a towel at the ready for brow mopping. Worst. Planetary. Excursion. Ever.

With a curtsy made slightly more awkward by the fact that the warm tingling sensation was now moving between her breasts, Uhura turned down the corridor on her right and made her way to McCoy's temporary quarters. She could still feel the damn eyes, and she knocked sharply before letting herself in to the room. The walls were partially translucent in places, but at least with the barrier of the glass she wouldn't have to feel the stare any more.

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Uhura was quickly leaving higher brain function in the dust. They were still looking, just looking, but oh God it had been such a long time. Her reaction was what they'd been waiting for, really, this whole time. They could please the Terran female. It just required more of them! The knowledge was exciting, they wanted to see just what would happen next, but... customs were to be respected. Perhaps there was a special kind of bond about to be formed. Perhaps they had a process that required only three. The Royal Three should be informed, regardless. Progress had been made!

The aliens began backing slowly out of the room, bright and open smiles on their trusting faces. Uhura was shaking now, tiny little tremors running through her body, and a light sheen of sweat beginning to rise on her skin. Jim wasn't wrong. She was close. Pride was gone, she was never going to live this down, and most of her had completely given up caring. It had been too damn long. "Please," she whispered, not even aware that she was talking. She didn't even know what she wanted, what she was asking for, she just needed something. Something more. She moved just a little, her thighs shifting against each other, the slick material of her dress caressing her skin, and she whimpered almost as though in pain.

She was so close. So close she could taste it, and even though no one was touching her, it was still different than doing it for herself. There was an added layer of sensation she'd been missing. A lack of control. Her fingers were gripping the desk hard enough now for her nails to leave tiny crescent shaped dents. It was her only solid connection to the world.

oh my god i can't believe we're actually doing this XD

so how perfect is this icon i just stumbled upon literally two seconds ago?