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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TOS "Fuel Enough for Eight" Ch/R [NC-17] f/f from SAC
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Extremely silly Chanukah femmeslash from the advent
calendar ;-) Hey, everyone! Go see the cute li'l chibi
illustration Mina made for this story:
http://cosmicduckling.com/chanukah-chapel-femmeslash.html

Title: Fuel Enough For Eight 
Author: Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten 
Website: http://www.cosmicduckling.com 
Series: Star Trek TOS 
Pairing: Chapel/Rand 
Rating: NC-17, PWP 
Disclaimer: Blame Maoric!!! :-D~ 
Written for the Slash Advent Calendar of 2003 
Summary: How many orgasms can two women have in one

FUEL ENOUGH FOR EIGHT

The first one was in the bathroom before they even
left for the Christmas party. The edge of the
countertop dug into Christine's back sharply as she
bucked against it into Janice's bosom. Their fingers
worked frantically at each other's clits, eyes closed,
heads thrown back. Quickly, finish, or be late...
people expecting them... 
The second one was slow and surreptitious, under the
tablecloth at the party. They were sitting down
playing a hand of cards with Sulu and Chekov, and
playing a hand full of pussy at the same time. Good
thing the tables were all draped with a rich dark
green velvet in honor of the season. Janice gasped and
giggled when she was through, but after all--they
*were* playing cards. 

The third one was just inside the doorway of
Christine's cabin, begun barely a minute after they
got back. There had been mistletoe at the party, of
course, and kissing underneath it for enough time to
draw even Spock's attention made it imperative that
they leave at once and finish the job somewhere
decently private. The floor wasn't the most
comfortable place to be fingered, but they were both a
little tipsy from all that eggnog. 

The fourth one was more elegant, and finally took them
into the bed and onto the pink satin sheets Janice had
smuggled in from her hiatus on Earth. Bare skin slid
against the cool slickness as tongues lapped at
fragrant skin, flickering in tandem. They rode each
other's diligent faces into the pleasures of the
night. 

The fifth one was adventurous. Christine had
discovered and purchased an item known in its discreet
catalogue as the Au-rotic Aubergine. Not speaking
French, it was only after unwrapping the parcel that
she realized the new toy was a vibrating plastic
eggplant, slick and tapered, and life-sized. They
tried it out anyway, and luckily found that mousakka
goes very well with sweet melted butter. 

The sixth one was a first for them. They rested after
the experience with the toy, and discussed the
possibilities it had opened up for them. Christine
reclined for a long moment on the bed, comparing her
fist to the size of the eggplant. Then, confident, and
with her blood stirring from Janice's urging, she
eased her lubed-up hand entirely inside the other
woman. It was new, and therefore liberating. Janice
giggled again. 

The seventh one happened in turns. Janice
tongue-bathed her precious lover, whose head lolled
around the pillow with breathless delight. That tongue
eventually slipped between her labia and up inside
her, screwing her slowly. Janice's lip and nose worked
against her clit at the same time. After her orgasm,
Christine got up and did everything back in
reciprocation. 

The eighth one was in the wee hours of dawn, after a
period of sleep so brief and delicate it could only be
called a lovers' nap. They awoke in each others' arms,
and were lazily tickling at each other's clits before
they were lucid enough to speak. It was tempting to
fall back asleep against each other's soft, cushioned
bodies after their climax, but they both knew they
needed to get up soon. They held each other as long as
they could. 

That morning, Captain Kirk was strutting 'round the
bridge with a glow so obvious that even Scotty could
tell something amusing had gone on in his quarters
after the party. Janice brought him his reports to
sign, and his hands worked over them with a cocky
flourish. He couldn't help but tease his yeoman, then,
when she couldn't restrain the huge, unladylike yawn
that issued from her lips. "Burning the midnight oil,
Yeoman?" She just blinked at him, too sleepy to worry
about dignity. "Don't worry, Rand, I was, too." He
winked at her before returning to his work. 

*Yeah, but did you have fuel enough for eight?* she
smirked to herself, and silently wished Christine a
very happy Chanukah. 

//

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