Day 12: Exhibitionism (Jennifer/Mariner)

Day 12: Exhibitionism (Jennifer/Mariner)

The Cerritos was quieter than usual, the hour meaning most of the main crew had retired to their quarters or were busy in other parts of the ship. Mariner, however, had other plans. She strolled through one of the ship's less frequented hallways with Jennifer at her side, her usual cocky grin plastered on her face.

"You know, this place is pretty dead at this shift," Mariner mused, glancing around the dimly lit corridor. "No one's ever back here. Makes it the perfect spot for... well, you know." She shot Jennifer a playful look, raising an eyebrow.

The blue woman, always the more composed of the two, gave her a skeptical glance. "You dragged me out here for what, Mariner? Another one of your dumb pranks?"

Mariner grinned, leaning in a little closer as her hand brushed casually against her girlfriend's. "Oh, come on, you know me better than that. No pranks tonight. I just figured we could... have a little fun."

The Andorian raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed as she shot Mariner a look that was equal parts amusement and exasperation. "Fun?" she repeated, her voice dry. "What kind of 'fun' are we talking about here?"

Mariner's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well... I was thinking we could try something new. Something... exciting."

Jennifer narrowed her eyes, but there was a spark of curiosity in her gaze. "Define 'exciting,' babe."

The human woman took a step closer, her hand slipping around her girlfriend's waist as she leaned in to whisper in her ear. "How about a little... public fun?"

Jennifer's breath caught, her body tensing slightly at the suggestion. She pulled back just enough to meet Mariner's gaze, her expression a mixture of surprise and intrigue. "You want to have sex... here? On this corridor?"

Mariner shrugged, her grin never faltering. "Why not? It's quiet, no one's around, and we could totally get away with it. Come on, Jen, live a little."

The blue woman hesitated, her mind racing as she considered the idea. It was reckless—typical of Mariner—and yet, there was something undeniably thrilling about the thought of being so exposed, the risk of being caught adding an edge to their already intense chemistry.

She bit her lip, her heart pounding as she glanced around the empty corridor. "You're crazy," she muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "What if someone sees us?"

Mariner smirked, her hands sliding down to rest on Jennifer's hips as she pulled her a little closer. "That's the fun part," she whispered, her voice low and full of heat. "The thrill of getting caught. It makes it hotter, don't you think?"

Jennifer's breath hitched, her body responding instinctively to Mariner's touch. The logical part of her mind screamed that this was a terrible idea, but the way Mariner looked at her, the way her hands moved over her body, made it hard to focus on anything other than the heat building between them.

"Okay," Jennifer whispered, her voice barely audible. "But if we get caught, I'm blaming you."

Mariner grinned, her eyes dark with lust as she leaned in to capture Jennifer's lips in a heated kiss. "Deal," she murmured against her lips. "Now let's make this worth the risk."

Without waiting for a response, Mariner pushed the blue woman gently against the wall, her hands already working to slip under her uniform. The Andorian let out a soft gasp, her hands gripping her girlfriend's shoulders as she kissed her back with equal intensity. The heat between them was immediate, the tension that had been simmering between them for weeks finally boiling over.

Mariner's hands were skilled and deliberate, teasing Jennifer's body with a mix of urgency and control. She knew exactly how to get under her blue skin, how to make her breath hitch and her heart race. The fact that they were in such a public space only heightened the excitement, the risk of getting caught making every touch, every kiss, feel electric.

"You're really into this, aren't you?" Jennifer whispered breathlessly as Mariner's hands slid lower, teasing the waistband of her pants.

Mariner grinned, her lips brushing against Jennifer's neck as she murmured, "I knew you'd come around. You love it just as much as I do."

The Andorian let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the wall as Mariner's fingers slipped beneath her pants, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation was overwhelming, the thrill of being so exposed adding an edge to the pleasure that made her body tremble.

"Mariner... we shouldn't..." Jennifer whispered, though her words lacked conviction as her body pressed eagerly into Mariner's touch.

Mariner chuckled, her fingers moving with practiced ease as she kissed her way down Jennifer's neck. "Too late for that, babe. We're already in too deep."

Jennifer bit her lip, her breath coming in short gasps as the pleasure built inside her. She knew Mariner was right—they were already past the point of no return—but the excitement, the adrenaline coursing through her veins, made it impossible to care.

Mariner's fingers moved faster, her touch more insistent as she pressed Jennifer harder against the wall. "You like this, don't you?" Mariner whispered, her voice full of heat. "The risk... the thrill..."

Jennifer moaned softly, her hands tangling in Mariner's hair as she gasped, "I... I hate that you're right."

Mariner grinned, her lips brushing against Jennifer's ear as she murmured, "You don't hate it. You love it."

Jennifer's response was a breathless moan, her body trembling as the pleasure built inside her. The combination of Mariner's touch and the risk of being caught was almost too much to handle, the tension between them reaching a fever pitch.

Mariner's fingers teased Jennifer's entrance, her touch slow and deliberate as she pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "Come on, Jen," she whispered, her voice full of command. "Let go for me."

Jennifer's breath hitched, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of release. But just as she was about to tip over, the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor, the unmistakable sound of someone approaching.

Jennifer's eyes widened, her heart racing as panic set in. "Mariner... someone's coming!"

Mariner grinned, her fingers not stopping for a second as she whispered, "Then you'd better come quick."

Jennifer let out a soft whimper, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. The footsteps grew louder, the sound of the approaching crew member sending a jolt of panic and excitement through her body. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, the thrill of getting caught pushing her closer and closer to the brink.

"Come on, Jennifer," Mariner whispered, her voice full of playful command. "You can't stop now."

Jennifer's breath hitched, her body trembling as the overwhelming pleasure surged through her. With a soft cry, she gave in, her body convulsing as the orgasm hit her, the intensity of the release made even more powerful by the danger of the situation.

Mariner grinned, her fingers still moving with deliberate slowness as she worked Jennifer through the aftershocks. "That's my girl," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Jennifer's temple. "You did so good."

The footsteps passed by without incident, the crew member none the wiser as they continued down the corridor. Jennifer let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, her body trembling with the aftereffects of the orgasm and the adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

"You're insane," Jennifer muttered, her voice shaky but full of affection as she slumped against the wall, her chest heaving.

A few weeks later, Mariner and Jennifer found themselves in another risky situation—this time, in one of the Cerritos' more public lounges. It was late, and the space was mostly empty, save for a few crew members passing through on their way to the mess hall or the holodeck. The low hum of the ship's systems provided a quiet backdrop as they sat together on one of the large couches.

Mariner had her feet kicked up, her arm casually draped around Jennifer's shoulders, her usual laid-back demeanor in full effect. Jennifer, however, was a bit more tense, her gaze flicking nervously around the room.

"Relax, Jen," Mariner said, her voice low as she leaned in a little closer. "It's late. Hardly anyone's around."

Jennifer shot her a skeptical look, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "Yeah, and that's exactly why we shouldn't be doing this here," she muttered. "Someone could walk in at any moment."

Mariner smirked, her hand slipping lower to rest on Jennifer's thigh. "That's what makes it fun, remember? You loved it last time."

Jennifer bit her lip, her heart racing as she glanced around the room again. "This is different. This is a public space, Mariner. We're not just sneaking around in a corridor."

Mariner shrugged, unfazed by the risk. "Hey, I thought you were into trying new things," she teased, her hand gently squeezing Jennifer's thigh. "Besides, you're the one who said you were bored earlier."

Jennifer's breath hitched as Mariner's hand moved higher, her fingers teasing the inside of her thigh. "I didn't mean this," she muttered, though her voice lacked conviction as her body instinctively leaned into Mariner's touch.

Mariner grinned, her eyes gleaming with that familiar mix of playfulness and desire. "Oh, come on, Jen," she whispered, her lips brushing against Jennifer's ear. "You know you want to. I can feel how tense you are. You need to let go."

Jennifer's pulse quickened, the heat between them growing as Mariner's hand continued to tease her. She knew this was a terrible idea—one of the worst they'd had yet—but the way Mariner touched her, the way her voice sent shivers down her spine, made it impossible to resist.

"We're going to get caught," Jennifer whispered, though the words came out more like a breathless moan.

Mariner chuckled softly, her fingers slipping under the waistband of Jennifer's uniform pants. "Not if we're quick," she whispered, her voice full of heat. "And quiet."

Jennifer bit her lip, her body already responding to Mariner's touch. "You're impossible," she muttered, though the tension in her voice had melted into something much more heated.

Mariner's fingers moved with practiced ease, teasing her girlfriend's entrance as her other hand slid up to cup her breast through her uniform. "You love it," she whispered, her voice full of playful confidence.

Jennifer gasped softly, her head falling back against the couch as Mariner's fingers slipped inside her, the sensation overwhelming in the quiet, public space. The thrill of being caught, combined with Mariner's relentless teasing, sent a rush of heat through her body.

"Mariner..." Jennifer whispered, her voice barely audible as she struggled to keep quiet. "Someone could..."

Mariner cut her off with a soft kiss, her fingers moving faster as she pressed her body against Jennifer's. "Shh," she whispered against her lips. "Just focus on me."

The Andorian whimpered softly, her body trembling with the effort of staying quiet as Mariner's fingers worked her with perfect precision. The combination of pleasure and risk was intoxicating, her mind swimming with the intensity of it all.

"You're so close, aren't you?" Mariner whispered, her voice low and full of command. "But you've got to keep it together, Jen. Don't want anyone to hear us, right?"

Jennifer's breath came in short, quiet gasps, her body teetering on the edge of release as she bit her lip, trying desperately to hold back. "Mariner... I..."

Mariner grinned, her fingers curling inside Jennifer just right, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Come on, babe," she whispered, her voice full of heat. "I know you want to."

The blue girl's body trembled, her breath catching as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. With a soft, muffled cry, she gave in, her body convulsing as the orgasm hit her, the sensation so intense that she had to bury her face in Mariner's shoulder to keep from making any noise.

Mariner's grin widened as she worked her through the climax, her fingers moving with deliberate slowness as Jennifer's body shook with the aftershocks. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice full of affection. "You did so good."

The Andorian slumped back against the couch, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. "You're going to be the death of me," she muttered, though the small smile on her lips betrayed her satisfaction.

Mariner chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "Worth it, though, right?"

Jennifer sighed, shaking her head but unable to hide the amusement in her voice. "Yeah... worth it."