A Punch Drunk Night (NSFW)

Posted on Fri Aug 23rd, 2019 @ 1:02am by Ashe Zachariah & Lieutenant Aleksander Voroshilov
Edited on on Wed Sep 4th, 2019 @ 12:28am

Mission: War and Peacekeeping
Location: Hôtel de Paris (Holodeck)
Tags: 18+

A dark shadow quietly stalked the halls, looking for the rainbow haired woman. His boredom drew him out of hiding, looking for her. Spotting her down the corridor, few travelers at this time of night, he moved in closer, anticipation growing. Approaching her, he moved his hands to her hips, his face closing on her neck.

Ashe had made a quiet trip to the mess hall, being able to unlock it on her own, just to check in on her bar and how things were doing, given that she had decided to take the day off in light of everything that had happened. It was as she was walking back to her quarters, thinking longingly about a long hot shower and then maybe a trip to the holodeck for a massage, that it happened. The hands on her hips, the warm breath on the skin of her neck.

Without hesitating, Ashe spun around, her closed fist contacting firmly with where she expected the nose to be, a shocking ache of reverberation rushing through her knuckles.

"Jesus!" Aleksi yelped, partially out of surprise. It would have been a lie to say he didn't expect it, rather hoping for the strike. He'd just she would have been more gentle. Holding his nose he took a step back, chuckling, "That's quite the hook kotyonok. I'm glad you have that down."

Ashe winced, fixating on him for a moment before she leaned in and brushed a kiss across the top of his nose. "I didn't mean to hurt you," she said softly. "We can change the holodeck program if you want."

"Nope!" He shook his head, a grin on his face, "That's what I want you to do," Despite the pain he would persevere, if it helped her the next time around then a broken nose was worth it, "Your aim has gotten better."

Stepping back to give him a moment of space to gather his thoughts, Ashe laughed. "My aim as definitely gotten better," she said with a grin. "Do you want me to prove it to you?" she asked coyly, her hand resting on his chest as she spoke.

"The smart part of me says no," His smile grew, pulling her closer. Most of the time he played it smart, but smart didn’t come into play around with beautiful women around, "The fun part of me says bring it."

Ashe raised her eyebrow slightly as she looked up at him. "Are you sure?" she asked questioningly, obviously giving him an outclause.

"I wouldn't have invited you out otherwise," Aleksi knew he may well get his ass kicked, but that was a kink he was willing to experiment with. Stepping back he winked at her, "Show me what you've got."

She drew a deep breath, straightening her back as first of all her open palm connected firmly with his cheek, delivering a stinging blow. "Is that what you wanted?" she asked as she met his eyes, her gaze almost challenging.

Without waiting for an answer, she took a step closer, her fist clenching at her side. "Or do you want me to fight back?"

"Don't threaten me with a good time," He winked at her, rubbing his cheek. He was going to have her decide, the whole point of this exercise was what she was going to do when the unexpected happened. Closing the distance, he grabbed her unclenched hand.

As he grabbed her unclenched hand, Ashe opened her fist, her fingers entwining with his as she sucked in a sharp breath and looked up at him, her free hand delivering another stinging blow to the side of his face as she continued to look into his eyes challengingly. "It isn't a threat," she breathed softly.

His eyes sharpened a bit, his smile grew more devious as he pulled her in. He was going to drag this out as long as he remained entertained. Slowly bending down, whispering in her ear, "Tell me then my dear, what's you plan to escape my clutches?"

Ashe whimpered ever so slightly at the feel of his warm breath on her skin as she leaned into him, a momentary feeling of goosebumps over her skin.

Almost as soon as she had drawn her whimpering breath in, she turned rapidly, moving so her back was against his chest, her elbow swinging out and connecting with the side of his face, her other elbow connecting with his ribs on the other side.

With an almost graceful move, she was back to facing him again, looking up at his face to gauge his reaction.

He coughed, stumbling back a little as he wrapped one arm around his chest, the other hand over his face where she struck him. He had to admit that while painful, there was a bit of pride at how far she had come. While she may mistakenly deck an overly confident fighter jock, it was better that than in the clutches of a monster. Well, maybe not all monsters.

Recovering, he dropped into a defensive stance, waiting for her to pounce. His smile never left his face.

Ashe took a half step back, breathing heavily as she looked across at him, waiting for him to react. "Why do you smile?" she asked softly as she met his eyes again. "Do you enjoy this?"

"The pain? Not particularly," He wasn't going to admit that the stinging blows had drawn his attention as much as they did. He straightened up a little, closing the distance between them by a step, "Seeing your fight? I am."

"And if I stop fighting?" she countered, taking a step closer to him, leaning in, her breath brushing against the side of his face. "What will you do then?" she challenged again, waiting for him to make the move.

"That,” His body tingled a little as her breath tickled his skin, a shiver running down his spine. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her close, a playful twinkle in his eye, “Is when the fun will begin,” He leaned in, kissing her passionately, his free hand finding hers.

Winding her fingers between his, Ashe smiled into the kiss as she felt his arm pulling her in close, holding her firmly against him. After the longest of moments, she pulled away and laughed. "Stop trying to distract me," she murmured lightly. "It won't help you win."

"Who says I'm not already?" He whispered back, letting her go and taking a step back. A devious grin crossed his face as he dropped into a slightly defensive stance, "How are you going to answer that?"

"Who says I have to?" she countered easily, her mouth quirking in a smile as she watched him. "Or I'm going to start distracting you in return." Straightening up, Ashe's hands moved to the buttons at the top of her shirt, hands slowly undoing the first two buttons as she watched his reaction.

"That's unfair," He eyed her hungrily, not bothering to hide his expression. Closing the distance he walked behind her, hands on her shoulders. His lips closer to her ears, his voice a whisper, "And that's the way you should fight."

A deep shuddery breath escaped as Ashe exhaled, the feel of his hands on her shoulders. Turning, she looked up at him, maintaining just enough distance that he couldn't actually kiss her. "What if I don't want to fight any more?"

Looking into her beautiful blues he struggled to find an answer for her, not sure if she meant right now, in this moment, or if she meant ever again. The former was easy the latter, not so much, "I'd love if you never have to, but reality often has different plans no matter our wants. The best we can do is prepare."

"Do I need to fight again tonight?" Ashe asked coyly as she looked up at him, her hand moving slowly along his arm toward his shoulder. "Should I be fighting now?"

His body shuddered at her touch, a grin crossing his face. His hand moved under her partially unbuttoned shirt to her bare shoulder, "Only if it turns you on."

"I don't want to fight," Ashe whispered softly, looking up at him, trying to fight the urge to shiver with delight under his touch. "There are lots of other things that turn me on..."

"Hmm," His lips were just out of reach of hers, one hand loosening another button on her shirt, "What other things did you have in mind my dear?"

"I am putty in your willing hands," Ashe murmured, tipping her head back, bringing her lips just a little closer. "The question is..." she drew in another long, deep breath. "What will you do with me?"

"That's a dangerous question," His hand was now sliding down her body, fingers gliding on her figure as he slowly worked down her shirt. A devious grin crossed his face, "How about I show you?" He popped her last button as if to punctuate the statement.

Sucking in a deep breath, Ashe tipped her head back further, her rainbow coloured hair cascading down her back. "Show me," she challenged, her voice reverberating slightly as she closed her eyes.

His lips met her neck, kissing it tenderly as he removed her shirt. Hands moving down to her hips he pulled her in closer, his body pulsing with a primal eagerness. He planned on taking his time, teasing her every second he could stand.

"We should..." there was no sense of propriety left, or thought. "We should go somewhere..." Ashe murmured softly, her fingers winding into the hair at the back of his head. "Or just lock the doors..."

"Computer," His voice was barely loud enough for it to register, closing his eyes at her touch. His hands moved to her rear, grabbing it for good measure, "Lock doors, maximum," Propriety had never really been his thing, it always seemed to get in the way of a good time.

Ashe gasped slightly at the feel of his hands on her rear, looking up at him. "Now... what will you do with me?" she asked, her tone almost challenging. "The doors are locked and I'm totally at your mercy."

"Whatever I want," He growled back lightly, his hands moving up her back in search of the bra clasp. Setting his cheek against hers, his voice barely audible as he whispered in her ear, "Are you going to stop me?" He lightly bit her earlobe.

Her exhale was slow and shuddery, her skin tingling everywhere the warmth of his body touched hers. "Should I?" she murmured back softly, moving enough that she could kiss him, her hand going to the back of his head, pulling him into her.

He returned her kiss, a bit of fire behind it. Pulling her in closer, he quickly unlatched her bra. His hands moved up, into her hair. Breaking his kiss he smiled, his eyes sparkling with passion, "No."

"Good, because I don't want to," she replied, her own hands running slowly over his chest before sliding under the fabric of his shirt so her fingertips could caress his bare skin.

He shuddered, his breath quickening as she touched his skin. Stepping back he swiftly took off his shirt, tossing it aside. Looking her over he smiled, "Gorgeous," Taking a sharp breath he pulled her in, kissing her passionately again.

Ashe broke the kiss, pulling away from him, looking up at him tauntingly as she slowly undid her jeans, sliding them down over her hips, a slight smile playing on her lips as she watched the way he watched her every move.

A low growl emanated from his throat, an animalistic, passionate sound. Licking his lips he let out a slow breath, at that moment the luckiest man on the Astraea. Kicking off his shoes, he closed the distance working the buckle of his belt, a slightly idiotic grin on his face.

She slid her feet out of her boots, letting them fall to the floor before she stepped out of her jeans, standing before him naked except for an impossibly tiny pair of black lace panties, the smile on her face making it clear she was well aware of the effect she was having on him.

"Delicious," It was the only word his primal brain could come up with, the only word he needed. Loosening the buttons on pants he let them drop. At this point he was fully aware of one thing, all his cleverness was gone, the only thing on his mind was her. Closing the distance, deciding not to let her smile go answered, he pulled her in for another kiss as his hands did as they pleased.

Her hands roamed freely over his body, touching, caressing, teasing as she returned his kisses, her hands moving to his back, fingernails digging in slightly, raking lightly down the skin on his back as she bit down lightly on his bottom lip.

He broke the kiss briefly, "Computer, Hôtel de Paris Princess Grace Suite," While there was something naughty about doing the deed in a public corridor, the chances of getting caught only heightened the eroticism. This was however the holodeck, and romantic fantasies could be indulged. The scene changed, sterile corridors replaced by a beautiful star speckled night. All that was missing was the chilled champagne...strawberries and creams.