Title: Model Behaviour
Author: Cait N. (caitn @ mindspring.com)
Series: TOS
Pairing: Chapel/Uhura
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Pretty please.
Archiving: FFF, ASCEM - anywhere else, please ask.
Website: /~CaitN

Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters, I just
take 'em out for a spin every once in a while.

Summary: Uhura takes up a new hobby and needs
Christine's help.

Author's notes: This wasn't beta-ed, and TOS
is not my usual playing ground, so I apologize
in advance for any mistakes.

Written for the fourth wave of the FFF -
http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/

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"Model Behaviour"
copyright November 2001, by Cait N.




Christine Chapel blew a bubble with the hot pink gum and
then sucked it back in before it could pop. She kept that
up, blowing and sucking, until Nyota noticed her. 

"Hey! I told you about chewing gum during a session,
Chris," Nyota Uhura said.

"But I'm bo-red." She drew the word out to stress her
state of mind. "Holding these stupid positions day after
day is... well, monotonous." 

"They are poses, Chris, not positions. If you're going to
model for me, please learn the terminology." She checked
the lighting again, and then adjusted the focus on the
camera. 

Taking advantage of the lull, Christine stretched her legs
out. "I never would have thought, when you told me you were
taking up a new hobby, that it would be photography. Not
even modern photography, either." 

"I told you, Chekov suggested it. After scanning the
ship's database for old references, I can see why." Nyota
was really into her subject. "I showed you the stuff by
Annie Liebowitz."

"Yes, you did."

Nyota smiled wistfully. "I can only hope to be as good as
that woman was." 

"I'd like to see just how good you are," Christine mumbled
under her breath.

"What?" 

"Nothing," she said breezily. She would have waved a hand
but she was lying on her stomach, wearing nothing more than
a pair of black lace thong panties, heels and a long string
of pearls around her neck. She was propped up on her
forearms, just enough to tantalize with a shadowy hint of
bare breasts. Her feet were encased in four-inch black
stilettos and were bent up in the air and crossed at the
ankle. 

Christine snuck a look at Nyota and blew another bubble. 
This stuff, gum, was addictive. Dr. McCoy had introduced
her to it, and it seemed like she couldn't get enough of
chewing the rubbery substance.

Nyota walked over and bent down, her hand held out. Making
a face, Christine spit the gum into her palm and Nyota
tossed it into the waste reclamation unit. 

"Okay, I'm ready to start shooting again," Nyota said. She
held the camera in front of her face and looked at
Christine through it. "Toss your hair over your shoulder.
Your right shoulder. No, don't take it down from the
ponytail, leave it up. The blonde is a good foil for the
stark white of the pearls, honey." 

Nyota was getting into it now, using endearments like she
did it all the time. The truth was, they'd been friends
since being assigned to the Enterprise, and even though
both were technically straight, they'd each shared their
secret fantasies of being with another woman. It was almost
as if it were okay to talk about it, but not do it. Oh the
sexual undertones had always been there, but neither one
had felt comfortable acting upon them. Nyota knew that
Christine had feelings for Spock, but that didn't matter.
She happened to think that there was just something about
Christine that made her the sexiest woman she'd ever known.
When time came to choose a model for her new hobby there'd
been no doubt in her mind who she would ask. 

"Okay, now, cross your arms over your breasts and roll
over onto your back." 

Christine gave her one of her patented "What the fuck are
you talking about?" looks. 

"Come on, sugar. You'll be covered and I'll get some great
shots from above. You can let your hair down and fan it out
around you, too." She knew Christine was proud of her long,
straight blonde hair. She usually wore it up while on duty,
but preferred it loose and flowing when on her own time. 

"Okay, just for you, Nyota." Christine tugged her hair out
of the ponytail and shook her head causing her hair to
shimmer and settle around her shoulders, spilling across
her breasts. Before she could roll over onto her back,
Nyota yelled. 

"Wait! Don't move an inch." She switched lenses and toned
down the lighting. "That's so goddamn sexy it's unreal." 

Nyota moved in close and personal, clicking away, totally
lost in her work. She got down on her knees beside
Christine.  "Okay, now, roll over on your back. Now! Don't
think, just do it, Chris." 

The blonde rolled as requested and crossed her arms over
her generous bosom, her hands clasping her shoulders, hair
tousled as if fresh from a bout of lovemaking. 

"Perfect, Chris, just fucking-a perfect." Snap, click,
whirr. 

Unable to resist, Christine stretched her neck up and
nipped at Nyota's chest through her blouse.  Nyota drew
back quickly, lowering the camera in an instant. 

So absorbed in her work, she'd failed to notice the heady
scent wafting around her - an intriguing mix of spicy
perfume, sweat and sex. Oh yes, now she couldn't miss the
smell of lust permeating the air. She looked down into
Christine's flushed face. She could see now that the lust
in her eyes wasn't faked for the camera; it was real and
Nyota was the cause of it. 

"Chris?" she said, a bit breathlessly. 

Christine flashed her "I know something you don't know
smile." That woman had more smiles than a fifty-cent whore
had clients. 

"Want to see my hidden talent, Nyota?" she said, rolling
back over onto her stomach, Nyota moving back on her knees
out of the way. Christine bent her leg back and twisted her
foot until her heel had hooked under the crotch of her
panties. She lifted her foot up, pulling the black lace
taut, and spread her legs. From Nyota's elevated height,
she could see the effect this had on Christine's nether
regions. The skimpy panty was bisecting Christine's outer
lips, making them spill over the edges and smother the
material between. Nyota could feel herself tingling below,
just thinking about the amount of pressure that would exert
on Christine's clit, and the sensations it must be
producing. 

Confident that she'd accomplished what she'd set out to
do, Christine put her legs together again, the panties
still hooked around her heel. With a bit of wiggling and
tugging, she pulled the thong down her long legs and kicked
them aside, all without using her hands or moving off of
her stomach. 

"Oh." Nyota's mouth was dry and she felt as if the room
was suddenly several degrees warmer. "Very...impressive." 

Christine smiled and reached out a hand to shove Nyota off-
balance. The communications officer landed on her back,
Christine astride her before she'd known what was
happening. "I used to take dance classes remember? Tap,
jazz and ballet, not to mention karate. Plus my hips are
double-jointed. I don't think I ever mentioned that
before." She was unbuttoning the front of Nyota's blouse as
she spoke. 

"No, you certainly didn't ever mention that." The camera
lay forgotten in her hand. 

"I'm very flexible," Christine purred. She parted Nyota's
blouse and bent over her. Nyota's athletic body, short,
pouffy black hair and dark, chocolatey skin provided
another contrast to Christine's fair, blonde looks.
Christine watched in fascination as the strands of her long
hair touched and then blended with Nyota's ebony locks.
"Why didn't we do this sooner?" she asked.

"I thought we didn't want to complicate our friendship." 

"Are we so sure this won't enhance it, instead? Create a
deeper, more meaningful bond?" 

"No." Nyota set the camera aside and clasped Christine's
bare hips in her long, slender hands. 

"I'm willing to find out. How about you?" Christine looked
up into Nyota's dark eyes and found a reflection of all the
warmth, passion and desire she was feeling inside.

"I say, what the hell," Nyota answered.  A smile hot
enough to make the devil sigh, spread across her face. Her
hands kneaded Christine's dimpled ass. 

Christine slipped the dangling end of the strand of pearls
over Nyota's head, trapping them both, and lowered her head
slowly. Her tongue snaked out to lick Nyota's lips; long,
full licks that had Nyota moaning low in her throat and
feeling love slick between her thighs. "Wait till you see
what other talents I have," Christine whispered into her
mouth. 

Lost in her new lover's embrace, Christine never noticed
that Nyota had set the camera to self-timer, repeating
every two minutes. After the first flash, Nyota forgot
about it herself. 


THE END