TOS: Uhura/M'Ress; Rated R; drabble; FFF
Uhura had been squirming in her seat for the last three hours of her shift. Just thinking of what she had planned for later than evening had her panties soaked and her pussy throbbing. She was amazed that the bridge crew couldn't pick up on her musky scent; she caught a whiff every so often and it only served to make her hornier.
Shift finished, Uhura practically sprinted to the turbolift. In minutes she was in her quarters, reaching for her lover.
M'Ress shook her still-damp mane. "I'd love to kiss you, but I just washed my hair."