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Sweet as a Peach
By Glenice
This story is a response to the Strawberries and Ice cream challenge
posted on the ASC newsgroup. I thought you pervs would enjoy it too. I always thought
Chekov and Uhura looked cute together (ie. Trouble with Tribbles..doing a little shopping
indeed wink..wink):::flashes Vulcan salute:::TOS Rules!!!!
Nyota Uhura dabbed at the sweaty tendrils of
hair hanging limply across her forehead and squinted up at the hazy pink sky.
Just their luck that their shoreleave coincided with the hottest time of the Melloran
year. Oh well, a shoreleave was a shoreleave and she had rather pleasant company on this
one.
Ensign Chekov paused to shove the sweat soaked bangs off of his forehead. The young
Russian seemed even more uncomfortable in the heat than the Swahili communications
officer.
He had spread their picnic blanket in the meager shade of an ohooba tree. The overgrown
stalk of celery wasn't really what one would consider a tree it was the closest thing this
planet had to offer.
The task completed, he plopped down onto the blue and white checkered cloth, panting like
a Labrador Retriever (or Russian wolfhound, as the case may be).
"If you're that hot, Pavel, why don't you take your shirt off?" Uhura chuckled
as she sat down beside him, tucking her legs primly beneath her. "We are on
shoreleave. You aren't required to be in uniform."
"You would not mind?" Chekov asked although he had already risen to his
knees to follow her suggestion.
"Heavens, no, Sugar!" She exclaimed as she began pilfering through the picnic
hamper. "This heat is enough to make me want to throw propriety to the wind
and strip."
Chekov froze, half out of his gold tunic. He was glad that Uhura was too busy checking out
their provisions to notice the blush he felt burning his already reddened cheeks.
By the time he sat back down beside her, she had seperated their individual lunches and
was pouring them a much needed drink.
While he was busy guzzling his spring water, Uhura let her eyes wander over the
navigator's slender but well-muscled form- appreciating the way he filled out the
sweat-dampened black t-shirt.
She looked away quickly as he lowered the cup, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"It's too hot to eat anything heavy. Why don't we skip the main course and just go
for dessert?" Uhura suggested with a twinkle in her eye.
"That is an excellent idea." Chekov agreed, flashing her a pearly smile. He
leaned slowly and casually across the lieutenant's lap to reach into the basket.
Depite the heat and sweat, Uhura thought the nape of the ensign's neck (which was about
three inches from her nose) smelled deliciously masculine.
"W-What did you bring?" She asked to distract herself from staring at the
smooth, pale spot skin beneath his right ear that suddenly seemed so sweet and
vulnerable...'Must be the heat.' She thought, shaking her head as if to clear it.
"Strawberries Romanoff." Chekov said, tipping the container so that Uhura could
see the rich swirls of red and white. "What do you have?"
Uhura smiled wickedly. Tendrils of icy mist rose for the barest fraction of a second as
her container opened with a pop-hiss.
"I've got some of Dr. McCoy's old-fashioned, non-replicated, once-in-a-blue-moon,
Southern-style, homemade ice cream."
"Ooh, what flavor?" Chekov asked as he leaned forward to get a peek.
"Why, Ge-oww-gia peach, of course." Uhura said, batting her lashes and affecting
a Southern accent.
"Are you willing to share?" The ensign grinned slowly and extended his dessert
as a gesture of good will.
"I sure am. I don't know how well strawberries and peach ice cream will go together
but...oh damn."Uhura said softly, pausing in her rather vigorous search through their
provisions. "No spoons."
Chekov shrugged and sank down on one elbow. He then demonstrated his nonchalance over the
lack of cutlery by digging into his dessert with his fingers.
Uhura's mouth began to water as she watched him slowly but thoroughly suck the
strawberries and whipped cream from his long fingers.
Chekov licked his full lips, eyes closed in ecstasy. One brown eye opened just a bit.
"If you don't eat that soon you are going to be drinking it."
"Oh." The lieutenant said with a little start. "Well, when in
Moscow..." She dug her fingers into the creamy whiteness of her ice cream, relishing
the coolness against her skin. Uhura laughed and made small sounds of delight around a
mouthful of mocha-colored fingers and smooth, sweet peaches and cream.
Chekov cleared his throat and shifted restlessly before turning over onto his stomach. As
Uhura's moans escalated in both volume and intensity, he concentrated on his own dessert.
The sweet/tart taste helped to distract him a bit from the growing hardness he felt
pressed against the warm sand.
"Hey, greedy. I thought you said we would share?" She said, grabbing his wrist
before his hand could reach his lips.
He opened his mouth to protest but the sound died in his throat as she wrapped her warm,
sticky-sweet lips around his fingers.
Uhura smiled to herself as she felt the shudder that ran through the young Russian as her
tongue slithered between his strawberry flavored digits.
"Mmmn." She moaned then gave the tip of his index finger one last dainty lick.
"Your turn."
Uhura pushed Chekov onto his back while at the same time digging two fingers into the
rapidly melting mound of ice cream.
Her brown eyes asked a question as her hand hovered above him, raising and lowering,
teasing him.
His brown eyes answered as he lifted his head, lips slightly parted.
The orange and white glob slipped suddenly from Uhura's fingers. She leaned forward as it
slid slowly down the side of Pavel Chekov's neck, just below his right ear...
"How was that ice cream, Lieutenant?" Dr. McCoy called out as he spotted Uhura
in the corridor just outside the turbolift.
"Delicious." Uhura purred as the lift doors opened to reveal Ensign Chekov
leaning casually against the back wall. "Absolutely delicious."
