Ballestra

A/N: Um, why are there no SuluOC fics?!?!?!?!

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Ballestra: A fencing move, it’s a different type of attack than the lunge. It involves a small jump forward. It is faster than a simple advance and can throw the opponent off-guard. ‘Ballestra’ is the French term for a cross-bow bolt.

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Tonight was the last night before the Enterprise was scheduled to leave the Starfleet Academy’s dock, so it wasn’t surprising when Kirk invited some of his male crew out for a couple of drinks. Chekov was eager to agree, all bright-eyed and excited to spend some time with the captain. Sulu was right there with his younger friend, nodding along to their leader’s order. Bones rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.

Spock ‘respectfully’ declined and resignedly bore the ribbing he got from Kirk, who unabashedly (and predictably) made a wisecrack about the hybrid’s relationship with Uhura and how the couple’s night was going to be too busy for an hour break with the guys.

An hour later found the mismatched quartet of men in a bar. Kirk was busy chatting up a statuesque, gorgeous woman while his crewmen watched. McCoy was exasperated while Chekov and Sulu did nothing to hide how impressed they were. It was clear to everyone who bothered to look that Kirk had found a willing bedfellow.

It’s not long before Kirk comes back to their table to retrieve his jacket, that familiar, shit-eating smirk turning up one of the corners of his mouth. Bones reminds his friend the time Kirk needs to come back to the ship and Kirk shrugs off the older man’s words. They both know the ship will never leave without him.

The trio of men sat in an uncomfortable silence once their leader left, Chekov plying himself with vodka in his nervousness. It doesn’t take long before the CMO stops the minor with a firm hand, shaking his head. Though the Russian’s eyes are glassy, his words are crisp and not slurred as expected.

“Vhat?!”

McCoy shakes his head. “Come on, junior, we’re going back,” he tells the young genius.

Sulu stands with them. He watches in amusement as the physician insists in helping their youngest member up, even though Chekov shows no signs of being intoxicated. Maybe there is some truth to the Russian’s claim that he has been drinking since he could walk. The Asian man’s concentration on the two’s antics is only broken when he feels eyes staring at him from the side. He glances in the direction he knows the gaze is coming from.

The woman eyeing him is taken aback by being caught by the man she’s blatantly admiring, but she recovers quickly, offering him a small, confident smile.

He had noticed her earlier – how could he have not? After months on the Enterprise, where most all of the females were all built very much like the woman Kirk had left with earlier, this girl was like a breathe of fresh air. At first glance she did not seem to be that different until one realized it was her presence that made her seem as if she was just as tall as all the other women Sulu was used to, but the fact of the matter was she was petite. Despite her small stature, her body was fuller than most, mimicking that of those pin-up girls who had been so famous a thousand plus years ago. She’s dressed in a pair of skin-tight jeans and a tank top, four-inch heels lending her some height. Her hair is black and hanging down to below her shoulders like a satin sheet that Sulu longs to bury his fingers into. She’s not an exotic beauty like some of the aliens who he travels with – her skin isn’t green, her ears are un-pointed. But she’s attractive with her dark, doe-gaze and full lips.

Earlier when she had arrived she had drawn his gaze without trying. He had taken in her appearance and felt the lust stir in his loins, but she had entered in the company of two men and he had assumed she was romantically involved with at least one of them. Judging by the fact that both males are now dancing with other girls and she is perched on one of the barstools by herself, Sulu knows that he assumed wrong.

Satisfied that she’s free for the taking, he offers her a closed-mouth smile in return. Chekov and McCoy are still bickering but he is no longer paying attention to them.

Holding his stare, the girl unfolds herself from the stool and wanders to the modest dance floor the bar offers. She sends him a knowing glance before giving into the music and swishing her hips, her arms doing that mysterious waving that all girls seem to have mastered that should look foolish but manages to look sexy.

“You ready to leave, Sulu?” Bones’ gruff voice breaks the dazed state the other man was in. The CMO’s arm is wrapped around the Russian’s waist to steady him.

“Um,” Sulu hesitates, his eyes darting back to the woman dancing on the dance floor. As if knowing the exact moment he’d look back at her, she throws him another glance, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. It’s such a simple gesture but it makes Sulu’s already interested member stiffen to a state of half arousal.

Bones sighs and rolls his eyes, already knowing how this conversation will end. “Just remember to be back for Alpha shift.”

Sulu agrees absent-mindedly, not unlike his captain earlier, already moving towards the girl who has him mesmerized.

“Hey,” he greets when he’s a half a foot away from her.

“Hey,” she replies, tilting her head up slightly to look at him. Despite her heels she is still about a third of a foot shorter than him.

“Hikaru,” Sulu has to remind himself not to introduce himself by his last name.

She grins. “Jane,” she answers back. “Want to dance, Hikaru?” She doesn’t wait for an answer and simply pulls him closer to her, turning and pressing her ass into his crotch without preamble.

And it’s so amazing – he hasn’t had a woman in a long time, not since their last shore leave. It feels good just to have her pressed against him, all soft and pliant. His hands settle on her hips and he grinds into her, knowing he should be ashamed of his aroused state but not really giving a damn. Instead of acting like a snobby prude like most of the other women he knows, she simply leans forward to shove her ass against his dick harder. They’re grinding to the beat in a manner that would’ve had his captain applauding him, but the only thing on Sulu’s mind is the feel of her body against his.

He turns her so they are facing each other once more. She wraps a graceful looking arm around his neck and he almost shudders at the feel of her smooth skin against the scruff of his nape. One of his hands migrates from her hip to her ass. It pauses there as he revels in the feel, before he hooks her knee and brings one of her legs up to around his hip. She whimpers when her pussy presses against his crotch and he doesn’t know if he’s imagining the dampness he feels through their clothes. He hopes not because it would be nice if she was as close to losing control as him. She’s biting on her lip again and Sulu finally gives into his desires and presses his mouth against hers.

She moans when their mouths meet and he takes the chance to slip his tongue into her warm orifice. He lets go of her leg so that he can cup her face with both hands, enjoying the taste of her mouth. Her tongue tentatively touches his, sliding and entwining slowly. She moans again before engaging in the kiss fully.

He takes in her features when they break apart. Her eyes are at half-mast and her lips are a little swollen. She’s biting her lip again and Sulu almost groans in want.

“Want to get out of here, Jane?” he asks.

“God, yes,” she answers before he’s done asking the question. He follows her as she finds her male companions to tell them she’s leaving before they’re out the door, heading towards the nearest hotel. It takes every ounce of his will to not pull her into an alley and have her there, but from the clenching of her fists and the lip worrying between her teeth, Sulu knows he’s not alone in his eagerness. They don’t touch, don’t talk, don’t even look each other in the face because each know that to do so would lead to an explosion of attraction that cannot happen out in the open.

They both sigh in relief when they reach a hotel. He checks them into the hotel, one of those that try to emulate the city’s long forgotten past – it’s turbolift even looks like an elevator. They stand at opposite sides of the lift as far as possible, both their forms tense. He lets her go out first when the doors open. The silence is unbearable between the two of them but they can’t make a move now. He punches in the code on the keypad and isn’t surprised when she all but shoves him in.

She’s on him like a cat in heat but that’s okay because he’s giving as good as he gets. They kiss again, no technique involved this time, just all teeth and tongue and it shouldn’t feel so good because it’s so messy but, God, if they both aren’t turned on. He lifts her easily against the wall, her legs settling around his waist. She starts grinding against him again, and this time Sulu knows he’s not imagining her arousal. He pushes her hair away to bare her neck and sets his mouth to work, nibbling and sucking at the juncture between her neck and shoulder.

She moans and her hand comes up to hold him there. “Fuck, Hikaru.”

“Soon,” he replies, pulling himself away from her exquisite tasting skin. His hands pull off her tank and she arches into his mouth when he takes a bra-covered nipple into it. She moans again and Sulu shudders at the sound. “Baby,” the endearment falls easily from his lips and neither realize that he’s addressed her as such, “you are begging for it.”

She takes the chance to divest him of his own jacket and shirt. He’s all golden skin over lean muscle that she just wants to touch. Her hands trail up his ribs around to his strong back.

He pulls her against him to kiss her once more and they both groan at the feel of their skin touching each other.

“Bed, please,” she murmurs against his lips. Such pretty manners now that their ardor has cooled to a bearable level.

They kiss again, slower this time but just as passionate as they make their way to the bed. He unbuttons her pants and she kicks them off along with her shoes.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he takes in her underwear-clad form. She is even smaller than he expected – can’t be more than 5’3” but probably shorter – with a full chest that gives way to a slightly muscled abdomen before flaring to her curved hip. She is nearly a perfect hourglass-shape. He’s sure either her chest or her ass is bigger but he’s too overwhelmed for her near perfection to be able to discern which.

She sits on the bed and he settles between her legs and they begin kissing once more. They’ve spent a lot longer than he expected necking like a couple of teens but it feels so unexplainably good that neither wants to stop. She wiggles against his dick with a wicked grin and he groans, pulling away to remove his own pants. “Take that shit off,” he tells her, toeing off his shoes.

She should be angered by his words but she can’t help the knowing smirk that graces her face. She reaches behind her and unsnaps her bra, pulling it off before ridding herself of her panties. Once she’s naked she sits up and pulls him towards her, unbuckling his belt for him and opening his pants. She’s grinding against the bed something fierce to get rid of her growing tension but she wants to taste him before it’s too late.

He curses again when she licks him from where his penis and balls meet to the seam of his member that’s dripping with precum. She swirls her tongue around the head and another string of swear words fall from his lips. She giggles and the vibration is surprising but feels so fucking good.

“Come on,” he growls. If anyone who knew him saw him now they would be completely surprised – Sulu doesn’t even get this aggressive when he’s fencing. The only time he’s ever felt more desperate is when he had been freefalling through the sky, helpless. His hands sift through her hair – and, damn, it feels better than he expected – and he jerks her towards his aching dick none-too-gently.

She grunts but complies, opening her mouth wider to let him.

“That’s it, baby.” He moans when she starts sucking diligently. “Oh, that’s fucking perfect.”

Jane can feel herself getting wetter at the words he says. Without thought, one of her hands reaches down between her legs to rub at her swollen clit. She can’t help the throaty moan that wraps around his dick when she begins pleasuring herself. She slips a finger into her aching pussy and moans again.

Sulu’s eyes nearly cross at the sheer pleasure of it all. He pushes her away and onto her back reluctantly. He hardens to an almost painful state when he sees her hand working desperately between her folds, finally realizing she had been touching herself while she had him in her mouth. Her thighs are slick with need and his mouth goes dry at the sight of her.

“Fuck, well aren’t you just a filthy little girl,” he states almost thoughtfully. He grabs her hand and she makes a sound of protest that dies down when he takes her fingers and licks them clean. It is a flavor he could get used to.

“Fuck, Hikaru, please,” she groans. She feels as if she’ll go mad.

He gives her fingers one last lick before letting her go. He climbs on top of her and aligns her body with his.

She makes another despairing noise. “Please, Hikaru.”

He wraps her legs around him before sinking into her completely. Simultaneously they both moan in relief.

End chapter 01.