ST Chulu - Patience
Chekov/Sulu - Patience
Chekov moaned as his lips touched mine. I emitted a growl low in my throat, animalistic instinct consuming me. I wanted him. So, so badly. So badly that it hurt, that I physically ached in my need. I was drowning, drowning in love, it seemed...
Our lips still locked, Chekov's deft fingers started to slide down from my shoulders, to the seams of my yellow uniform. He tugged at it fiercely and I pulled away for one second as he ripped the shirt over my head. Smooth hands ran up and down my torso, and a shiver ran up and down my spine. Gooseflesh shadowed his every touch, raising on my arms and chilling my shoulders. I shuddered.
For a second he just sat there, mesmerized by my body. A hot blush reddened his cheeks as he caressed my pale flesh, and he bit his lip, eyebrows furrowing.
"Oh, 'Karu..." he whispered fervently, like a prayer.