Fantasizing

At night she thinks about him.

Everything about him attracts her. His confident stride, the type of
walk an alpha male possesses, the sort of lazy confidence of an apex
predator. He knows nobody will cross him and he is the undisputed
leader of his territory. He isn't cocky because he has nothing to
prove. His demeanor is gentle, even kind, and he has a calm about
him, a sort of serenity. She holds no doubts, however, that he is
fully capable of leaping into ferocious action to protect the Fleet,
his people, or his honor. He is a man who will hold his ground.

Physically, he's beautiful- not just his walk, but his narrow hips,
waist, and elegant legs. Those broad shoulders and those luminescent
eyes, too- they send shivers down her spine.

She won't kid herself, either- his rank and position amongst the other
quarians is appealing, as well. Females as well as males of many
species are attracted to high-ranking individuals...It's simple mate
selection, but it isn't a major factor in what draws her to him. No,
Captain Kar'Danna possesses many qualities that make Tali want him
like she has never wanted anyone else. Contemplating these qualities
of his gives her a slight flutter in her stomach, an ache between her
legs that she doesn't experience unless thinking about him or watching
him. She is glad for her suit at times like this, when he is around-
it hides the pink flush that invariably comes to her cheeks.

Lately he's been giving the traditional signs of courtship and mutual
interest in her and it's been more than she can take. She wonders
what it would be like to be with him, to feel his skin against hers,
for him to be the first and only person, other than herself, to know
what she looks like in her secret place, to know her scent. She wants
to share it- all of it- with him.

It's almost every night now that she imagines these things and more,
and she's glad she's installed the neural stimulation program. It
sends waves of pleasure over her body, but rather than concentrate on
the artificially-produced sensations, she imagines it's Kar causing
them. In a sense, it is, she figures, but still. Keelah, how she
wants- no, needs him.

Tonight her thoughts center on how things would be if they carry out
this courtship to its end, how it would be when they became a couple,
mated for life. How they would touch each other after recovering from
their reactions to suit-linking. Would they be unable to get enough
of each other, devouring each other? Or would things be awkward,
slow, embarrassing? The scenario she pictures tonight is one in which
she is shy, blushing, and completely at her lover's confident mercy.
She can already feel the dampness in the innermost lining of her suit
as she fires up the stimulators and lays back on her bed with a
breathy sigh. She pictures laying before him, completely stripped
down to her pale skin, naked with a slight chill. She wonders what it
will be like, to be free of its protective layers in the company of
another. In the way of dreams, he appears beside her, locking his
bluish-white eyes with hers.

Now his hand runs up an arm, leaving goosebumps in its path. Her lips
part as she gasps a little, arching her back, sliding a leg up
sensually alongside the other, rubbing the hot place between her
thighs. As dream-Kar's hand rests on her arm, his other slides down
her abdomen, her soft belly rising and falling with her breaths. Palm
flat against her skin, it follows the curve of her stomach, over her
navel and over the hairless mound lower still. Her breath hitches in
her throat as he slips a finger down into the wet cleft of her lips.
His fingertip finds the sensitive nub there, and alternates between
flicking it ever so softly and gently rubbing it in a circular motion.
Her eyes are closed and she arches her back more, becoming more and
more awash in the pleasure Kar'Danna is giving her. She may have
begun this fantasy as a shy young woman sharing her first time with
her mate, but Tali pays attention to her body and knows what she wants
to get and what she wants to receive. As the hot tension within her
builds, she becomes bolder, wanting to show everything about herself
to this man she loves.

So, instead of laying passively on her bed as she was before, she
takes full advantage of the privacy of her room and spreads her legs,
moaning softly, sliding a hand up her ribs to first squeeze one breast
gently, sensually, before running her hand over to the other, paying
plenty of attention to each. She only wishes that Kar were here, that
they had already linked and that this was real. If it were, she would
be toying with a nipple right now and wouldn't need to be relying on
some damn program to experience the divine bliss she is feeling right
now. She wishes that he could see and feel her slick wetness, that
she could bare that place that is always hidden to him. She whispers
his name, some brazen, bold facet of her personality wishing that he
could hear the lust in her voice. She wishes that he would come to
her, lay with her, speak her name, even if they could only be together
through their suits, limbs entwined.

She still wasn't sure why she craved closeness with him so badly, so urgently.

The Kar in her dreams was continuing to toy with her clit using his
thumb before slipping another finger inside, and at this point she
can't prolong the fantasy anymore. She's already at the point of
release and she is thrown off the edge before she realizes what's
happening. With another quiet moan, she murmurs the captain's name,
and stops her stimulators. She needs a good decon shower anyway, and
heads for the stall. As the disinfectant-laced water runs over her
skin, she muses about what it would be like to bathe with her lover.
Her mouth turns into a crooked half-smile as she runs soapy hands over
her body. She best not start thinking about that, she muses, or
she'll burn out the circuits on those stimulators.