Personal Log - Dani Atarah, Kalina Zett - Interruptions [R Rated] - Earth VII

Posted on Fri Sep 5th, 2014 @ 9:31pm by Danielle Atarah

1,488 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Are You Touched?
Location: Earth

The following is rated strong R for heavily implied sexual content and innuendo.

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Skin touched skin, moving as soft as a feather, lightly kissing tiny hair that stood, shivering, making the surface underneath it erupt in a flood of goosebumps. Muscles stretched, and then clenched, as a breath -- quick and volatile -- caught, fluttered, and released.

Bleep.

Lips moved, hovering lightly, breathing fire and ice, exploring the surface slowly, intently, learning every curve and contour. They paused, momentarily, letting the skin below absorb the hot moisture of a soft kiss, and then proceeded in their exploration.

Bleep.

A body shuddered, stretching backwards, arching like a cat, breathing in the entire atmosphere in one deep gulp. Chest heaved, and then released with a soft sigh that spoke a million words.

Bleep bleep.

The lips paused. The body underneath them shuddered again, breathing in heavily, twitching once in anticipation. But the moment continue without any reward, the anticipation melting furiously, frustratingly, burning the blood that rushed inside. The hot body hovered, frozen, millimeters above and a million miles away.

"God, Kal, don't stop," Dani muttered, her eyes closed, her arm searching for purchase on the sheets, her entire body listening and speaking at once, a language thousands and thousands of years old.

Zett huffed, and Dani could feel a smile, wicked and playful, spreading across her soft lips as she lowered herself again, continuing her exploration, seeking new places to touch, to kiss. Her hands shifted upwards, stretching the sheets. One traveled lightly on soft skin, caressing the contours of the woman underneath her, drawing a trail of electricity with her fingernails, soft and tender. The other sought purchase for a moment, frantically, looking for the arm of a body it craved to hold. Fingers finally found fingers and entwined themselves hungrily, connecting the two bodies into one heaving mass--

Bleep.

Zett stopped again, her concentration shattering like fragile glass, her weight shifting from her bent thighs to her arms as she pushed herself upwards, breaking a dance that could only be choreographed by a higher power.

Dani, her eyes still closed, sighed, almost miserably, her body rocking lightly with another shudder, feeling the body above her tense, pause momentarily, and then move up, its heat boiling Dani's skin.

A kiss teased lips now, softly, barely touching, a teasing gentle touch that tasted of heat and passion, and then descended to the side; lips searching for an ear. Entwined fingers twitched, clenching to prevent escape, and Dani's back arched, her whole body shivering to the sensation of a steamy breath on her neck.

"You're beeping."

In the long history of sensuality and erotic conversation, there were many words or grunts or sighs that were told in the heat of excitement, exploding in the air like a passion grenade, firing up the senses. "You're beeping" was probably not what one would expect as its ammunition.

"I..." Dani sighed softly, her free hand leaving the sheets and traveling, on the woman's hair, grabbing, brushing her fingers through it. Beeping, bleeping, singing, screaming -- she was anything now, anything and everything, whatever was said, or whispered, words didn't matter, their bodies dance so closely, their whole essence was starting to combine.

Bleep.

And then the contact stopped, abruptly, agonizing and sharp. "You're beeping."

"I... what?" Dani's eyes finally opened, taking a moment to focus on Kalina Zett's face. The woman stared down at her, perplexed, her eyes moving curiously to search for the source of the--

Bleep bleep.

-- and found it.

"You have... a watch?" Zett lowered herself over Dani's arm, poking at the thin band that wrapped around it. Dani grunted, breathing heavily, for a moment unsure if she understood the question, as if the language part of her brain took a vacation, standing aside to let the other pieces take control.

"Uh," she grunted again, blinking, and then looked down, her gaze stopping at her wrist, just as another soft beep sounded. "Oh," her eyes narrowed, struggling to collect the noise that ran frantically through her brain to form a coherent thought.

Bleep.

"Oh." She repeated, and pushed herself upwards on her elbows, almost bumping her forehead with Zett's. The woman above her startled, then looked at Dani curiously.

A watch. That would've been a fine idea, actually, something Dani would've totally gotten into as a side project, carefully building the ancient device people on Earth wore on their wrists in the 20th century. Before the first iteration of mass-produced portable computers were introduced, in the shape of phones.

"Oh, that's... that's not a watch," she huffed, turning her wrist to look at the top end of the band. A small blue light blinked, then vanished, then blinked again, the band beeping softly. A message.

Zett stared at her, her curiosity slowly fading, her body grinding gently against the woman below her. "Well, I'd say you should shut down whatever-it-is," she smiled, and bent down to Dani's neck, pushing her gently back onto the mattress.

"Right," Dani smiled, stretching her arms as she shifted backwards, her attention still at her wrist. This little gadget was something she's been working on for a couple of months, tweaking and improving, using aa prototype portable small tricorder that she got her hands on (and no one should wisely ask how) as the base, reprogramming its core and tweaking its features to allow it to interface with the bioneural implants of her eyes. If she already lost one of the most valuable pieces of her body, she lamented as she worked on it, so many months ago, she might as well take advantage of their gadgety features.

And now it bleeped and winked at her, noting an important message has arrived. Probably from Pond, maybe from Ivanova, definitely one she needs to read, and soon.

"Are you really--" Zett's lips moved on top of Dani's skin, the mix of the voice and hot breath on delicate skin bringing her thoughts instantly back to the present. "-- going to look --" the lips shifted, and soft fingers joined, stretching the skin around, nails raked through lines of flesh softly, reminding the nerve endings to sing loudly. "-- At your fucking wrist, Danielle?" The breath, hot and relentless, burned through her skin like wildfire, making her gasp, sending her arm on a curved trajectory back down to the sheets, to find purchase, to grab hold before her body shatters out of reality.

"Uh," she managed, the fingers of her right hand still entwined together with the fingers of the woman above her, clenching tightly, grabbing hold almost in fear of vanishing; exploding into the atmosphere, leaving behind a puff of steam.

The band on her wrist beeped again, reminding Dani of the message. That was likely important. It traveled a perilous route through relays, satellites and ground stations, reaching millions of miles to its secure destination. A very important message, probably, one she would need to look into and--

A gasp escaped her lips, startling her consciousness back to where it belonged, in this room, above the bed sheet, away from the complicated universe of starfleet and space. The soft caresses continued, the sensations intensifying, nerve endings sending multiple messages of touch and heat, and Dani's brain re-prioritized its mechanics, pushing away coherent thoughts.

Beep.

Her wrist started to come up, instinctively, to look for the blinking light again, but it was hijacked, mid-air, grabbed hungrily by an insistent arm, pulled down and then pushed into the covers. The two moving bodies were in sync, moving as one, shifting and coiling and twitching and boiling. The next beep was muffled, swallowed inside a layer of soft fabric, drowning outside reality. Dani didn't even have a moment to process.

Her vision exploded, filling her entire world with a bright white light that tingled her every sense, and then shifted, filled with colorful exploding stars. She grunted something that was not quite a language, taking a breath she feared might pop her lungs like a balloon.

Her entire body stretched and tensed, imploding and exploding at once, joining in an elaborate dance with the only person that mattered in the entire universe at this moment; the only person that actually existed. The band beeped again, and Dani slammed her wrist into her thigh, shutting it off, blindly stretching her arm to reach for something to hold on to. Anything. Everything.

Fuck the message. Fuck the Earth, fuck Cardello, fuck reality and its petty little reminders that life is complicated. There was no complication here, no question or confusion or hope or fear. There was nothing in the universe -- nothing at all -- except for two dancing consciousnesses, swimming in the air, their entwined fingers serving as the only tether to reality.

The messages will wait.

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Danielle Atarah
Grifter / Thief
Earth

Kalina Zett
Captain
Bristol Supply ship
The Cardello Syndicate

 

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