"Gently, gently."Gently, gently. Relax." He tried to still his panting, aware of the sound of it. "Relax." He felt the nearly unbearable sensation of her skittering nails lessen somewhat, but they did not stop entirely. "Do you have control of yourself?" she asked him. He nodded completely silently, and she resumed. This time, although he was still fighting hard, she saw that he was fighting himself better, managing to remain for the most part completely still and silent -- except for his light panting. She could feel his chest rise sharply with each pass of her hand over the insides of his hips, but even his reflexive bucking had lessened until it was merely a tightening of his back, a slight rhythmic pressure as she felt his round buttocks seat more firmly between her thighs. "You're doing very well," she told him approvingly and kissed the back of his neck. "You learn very quickly, and try very hard." She rose at this point until she was standing on her knees and, with one finger under his chin, tilted his head back until he was looking directly up at her. The kiss they shared then was as deep and complete a kiss as Julian Bashir had ever experienced; she was as far into his mind as she was between his lips. Then, it was over, and she was once again looking down at him. He saw in her eyes a glimmer of wonder, and until she spoke, he truly thought it was only the wonder in his eyes reflected back from hers. |