Panties - Kirk

Being captain of a starship was exhausting. And being beaten to a pulp in the name of sparring with your first office took a heck of a lot out of a body. Jim Kirk limped back to his quarters, totally unwilling to admit that he had instigated the whole thing. It had been glorious. He smiled, then touched the side of his mouth gingerly. Maybe he needed a dermal regenerator there. Good thing McCoy had not seen them, he would have had a fit.

Reaching his quarters, he tapped the touchplate, and went in, headed straight for the showers. He stood under the steamy water, feeling it beat down against battered muscles, until he felt loose and relaxed. Then he activated the hot air dryer, for once not in the mood to towel off. The air tickled and teased against his body, activating certain urges in certain parts of his body. He stepped out of the shower partially aroused, his penis heavy against his groin.

He padded into the bedroom, wondering where Cathy was. Usually she was here when he returned from the gym, but tonight she seemed to be missing. But she had left something there, lying on the bed, that he picked up with a grin. He did recognize this scrap of silk and lace, oh, yes, he did. He lifted it up, and rubbed it against his cheek, remembering doing the same thing when this garment had been on her body. And it had rubbed against other parts of his body as well. The feeling had been intense. He lowered his hands, moving the soft silk against his chest, his belly, his penis, which was steadily growing larger, firmer. Where the heck was she?

He kept rubbing the silk against his body, but it wasn't enough. He needed more. He looked at the small garment. Would it be possible to get into that? Hesitantly he put one foot through, and then the other, and tugged carefully. He certainly didn't want to tear it. With great care, and some difficulty, he managed to get it onto his body, although it was certainly stretched tightly. He reached inside and adjusted himself, so that his penis was flat against his belly, the head peeping up through the lacy waistband. And then he began to stroke again, the sliding sensations of the silk against his skin incredibly erotic.

He stepped out of the bedroom, and into the dining alcove, going to the synthesizer to dial up some late snack, wiggling his bottom in delight against the silky sensations. And then he froze as he heard the door open and she came through, stopping in astonishment to stare at him.

"James Tiberious Kirk! What on Earth do you think you're doing? Can I not trust you alone for even a few minutes?" She stalked across the room, pointing to her panties, stretched tightly across his body. "If those are ruined, you're going to replace them!" And then she caught a good look at the front of his body and stopped again, her mouth open. "Oh, my. Look at that! Did you intend to share that or is it all for your own enjoyment?"

"You weren't here." He stated this rather petulantly, embarrassed at being caught this way.

"And you couldn't wait two minutes?"

"Well, I had no idea where you were or when you would be back."

"You didn't read your messages again, did you?"

He shuffled his feet, only now aware that he was still clutching his penis through the fine silk. Aw, hell. "Cathy, I was horny as heck, and still am."

She began to laugh, then, and came to stand just in front of him, almost touching. "And what am I supposed to do about that?"

"Help a man out here."

"I suppose I could do that. And what would I get in return?"

"Some damn good sex and you very well know it." He reached out and pulled her against him, fastening his mouth onto hers. When he lifted his head, they were both gasping. "Get out of that uniform right now. That's an order."

She giggled into his neck. "But I'm not in your chain of command."

"Oh, yes, this chain of command is just you and me, and you are definitely in it." His hands and mouth were both busy, convincing her of that, and her uniform and boots and underwear soon lay in a pile on the floor, while her hands were all over his body. They didn't make it to the bed until much later, the rug burns on his buttocks only adding to the previous injuries from his sparring match. Not to mention the bite marks now on his shoulders and thighs. He hadn't been so sure about those last, not at first, but as she worked her way up his legs, getting closer and closer to her target, he had found himself swelling even more, drops of fluid seeping from the throbbing tip of his penis, and he had groaned at her, wanting her to do whatever she wished to him. And she certainly had. Oh, had she ever!

He lay back on the bed, totally relaxed now. His penis lay in the crease between his thigh and his belly, almost flaccid now, that is, until her fingers started to play with it. He wasn't entirely sure he had the stamina for another go round, but he certainly wasn't going to say that. He had his reputation to uphold, after all. When his penis convinced him that stopping now was not an option, he rolled over and began to touch and taste and drive her wild, until she was tugging and pulling, and cursing at him because she was so ready. He slid his hand into her, feeling how wet she was, and she bucked up against him, crooning. He pulled one nipple into his mouth, still probing against her and she began to sob his name. He rose over her then, and slid in, groaning with the sensations as she clenched and unclenched her muscles, pulling him ever more into her body. He rocked against her, thrusting harder and harder, until he knew he had only seconds to go. He moved, so that he could push one hand between their bodies, but she was ahead of him, and jerked and convulsed against him, sending him over the edge.

This time, they were both so relaxed that they almost drifted off to sleep before he could pull the covers up and settle her down on his shoulder. Silk panties seemed to work, no matter whose body they were on.

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Author's note: This is the last chapter of this story. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :-)