Rating: NC-17
Summary: Trance has to give Lara a medical....
Usual disclaimers apply: If I owned it, season 3 wouldn’t have been so bad.
Spoilers: None intended
Note: Sequal to 'Shipwreck'
Exam
Trance stood patiently as Lara fidgeted on the bed, seeming uninterested in the standard medical exam she needed to undergo after Dylan had found her on an uninhabited planet. The basic test had shown her to be aged somewhere between 17 and 22, which considering what her and Dylan had been up to, was probably a good thing. Trance knew full well what Dylan was like, she had shared his bed herself more than once, and knew that he'd never pass-up the opportunity of a fresh conquest like Lara.
Lara sat, arms crossed, as Trance started on the physical part of the exam. The young woman's breath started of slow and steady, but grew gradually deeper as Trance moved to more sensitive parts of her body. She sighed as Trance ran a hand up her legs and onto her thighs. Deciding to see how far she could go, Trance moved her hands up so they cupped Lara's breasts, keeping her _expression unchanged, acting like it was just part of the exam. Lara moaned, her eyes closed, when one of Trance's thumbs rubbed against an instantly hard nipple.
Trance smiled, slowly undoing the belt on the snow-white sheer silk robe that covered Lara’s body. The young castaways eyes burned with a mixture of lust and desire. Trance looked into her eyes, and liked what she saw. Tugging gently, Trance caused the silk robe to fall from Lara's chest. Her eyes went wide as the soft material slid over her already stiff nipples, making them grow harder still. Trance leaned in and kissed Lara deeply on the lips, the young woman responding eagerly. The kissing continued, down Lara’s jaw line and across her neck and collarbone.
Lara made a slight purring noise as Trance slowly inched her way down to suck on a dark nipple, taking it into her mouth and playing her tongue over the end, then moved to the other, giving it the same attention. Starting down again, her tongue delved into the other woman navel, making her gasp. More kisses, running down Lara’s silky soft thigh, and further on down her leg to her feet.
Trance climbed! up onto the table, and slowly ran her hands up and down Lara's legs, playing her nerve endings like a musical instrument. She was rewarded by a continuous array of sighs and moans. Trance saw the fire burning in Lara’s eyes, and decided it was time to reward her for being a goof girl. Her hands moved down Lara's legs as she leaned forward, eventually coming to rest under the other’s shapely ass.
Lifting Lara slightly, Trance slowly licked her from one end of her slit to the other, her tongue dancing over the engorged clit. Lara moaned deeply as Trance's tough slowly circled the bundle of nerves, first slowly, then faster. Lara was fast approaching the point of no return, and Trance thrust her eager tongue between her nether lips, reaching in and up till the tip hit the G-spot. Lara bucked and moaned as she reached orgasm, her thighs clamping down on either side of Trance's head, before she collapsed onto the bed.
Licking her lips, Trance looked up at Lara's spent form, "I think you're going to find you time on this ship most educational..." She smiled.
TBC