Day 13 - Praise Kink (Mariner/T’lyn)

Day 13 - Praise Kink (Mariner/T'lyn)

Mariner naked form stretched lazily on the bed, the dim lighting of her quarters casting soft shadows over her body. T'lyn stood nearby, as calm and composed as ever, her Vulcan demeanor a stark contrast to Mariner's usual high-energy presence. They had been exploring the complexities of their relationship for a while now. In other words, trying new things in the bedroom.

The human woman bit her lip, her heart racing as she glanced up at T'lyn, who was watching her with that familiar, focused intensity. There was always a level of intrigue when it came to T'lyn—her Vulcan control was nearly unshakeable, and it made Mariner's pulse quicken just thinking about how she could push her.

Tonight, however, Mariner wasn't interested in pushing. She wanted something else—something softer.

"Hey, T," Mariner said softly, her voice uncharacteristically shy as she lay back against the pillows. She pushed her chest up, with any other person, it would have been enough to distract them. The Vulcan was utterly focused on her and not her small but firm breasts. "I, uh... I want to try something different tonight."

T'lyn raised an eyebrow, her head tilting slightly as she regarded her girlfriend with that analytical gaze. "Different in what manner?" she asked, already running through her mental list of the activities they had not tried in the bedroom that human porn suggested Mariner might like. She had studied it extensively for the logical purpose of maintaining Mariner's happiness.

Beckett shifted slightly, her fingers playing with the edge of the blanket as she hesitated. "I... I want you to, uh, you know... say things. Nice things."

T'lyn blinked, clearly processing Mariner's request with her usual logical precision. She said nice things, didn't she? She did when they were merited, surely. "Nice things?" she repeated, her tone even. "Do you mean compliments?"

The troublesome ensign let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through her hair as she tried to explain. It was always surprising when she had to explain human - and sometimes alien - kinks to her girlfriend. "Yeah, compliments... but, like, while we're... you know... doing stuff."

T'lyn's brow furrowed slightly, a rare hint of confusion flickering in her otherwise composed expression. "You are requesting that I offer verbal affirmation during sexual activity?"

Mariner nodded quickly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she avoided T'lyn's gaze. "Yeah, exactly. Like... telling me I'm doing good or... that I'm, I don't know, amazing or something."

T'lyn took a moment to consider Mariner's request, it seemed logical in a way. Many of her coworkers enjoyed praise for their good work even if she thought it was redundant. She knew when she did good work. She did not need to be told. "You find such statements... arousing?"

Mariner let out a breathy laugh, her heart racing as she glanced up at T'lyn. "Yeah... it's kind of a thing for me."

T'lyn nodded slowly, her face thoughtful as she processed this new information. "I see," she said calmly. "I have observed that certain emotional responses are heightened by verbal affirmation in humans. I had not considered that this would extend to intimate interactions."

Mariner grinned, her usual cockiness returning for a brief moment. "Yeah, well, I'm not exactly your typical human, am I?"

T'lyn's lips quirked slightly in what could almost be thought of as a smile. "No, you are not."

The troublesome ensign's heart fluttered at the subtle acknowledgment, her body already responding to the idea of T'lyn giving her the kind of praise she craved. "So... you think you can handle it?" she asked, her voice soft but full of anticipation.

The Vulcan girl knelt on the bed beside her girlfriend. Her gaze was calm, her posture composed, but there was something in her eyes—something that made Mariner's pulse quicken.

"I believe I can accommodate your request," T'lyn said evenly, her hand resting lightly on Mariner's bare thigh. "If this is what you desire."

Mariner let out a shaky breath, her heart pounding as she nodded. "Yeah... I want it."

T'lyn's touch was gentle as she slid her hand higher, her fingers brushing against Mariner's breasts, concentrating on the dusky brown nipples. "You are exceptionally responsive," T'lyn murmured, her voice as calm and composed as ever. She tweaked one of the buds between her fingers. "Your body reacts positively to even minimal stimulation."

"Yeah... that's... good," Mariner whispered, her chest pushing up into the Vulcan's hands.

One of T'lyn's hands moved down, her fingers tracing the curve of her girlfriend's hip with a measured slowness. "Your physical form is... aesthetically pleasing," she observed, her tone clinical but with an underlying warmth that sent a shiver down Mariner's spine.

Mariner let out a soft moan, her hips pushing forward, wanting more than the teasing touch. She wanted her girlfriend inside. "God... T'lyn, that feels so good."

T'lyn's brow furrowed slightly, as if she were carefully considering her next words. "I am pleased that you are experiencing pleasure," she said, her hand continuing its slow exploration of Mariner's body. "Your reactions are... satisfactory."

Mariner let out a soft laugh, her body shivering under T'lyn's touch, but the clinical nature of T'lyn's words made it hard for her to fully sink into the moment. "Okay, not bad, but that's not really what I meant by 'praise,' T," Mariner said, her voice affectionate but tinged with amusement.

T'lyn looked down at her, her brow still slightly furrowed in that familiar Vulcan confusion. "Not what you meant?" she asked, her voice calm but curious. "I am unclear on how to proceed."

Mariner smiled, leaning up on her elbows to press a soft kiss to T'lyn's lips. "It's more like... you gotta make it personal," she explained, her breath hitching slightly as T'lyn's fingers traced a path down her thigh to where she wanted it most. "Not just 'satisfactory' or 'logical.' You've gotta make me feel good... emotionally, you know?"

T'lyn tilted her head, clearly absorbing the data as if it were a lesson in one of her Vulcan training sessions. "I see," she said slowly, her eyes narrowing slightly in concentration. "You require more subjective affirmation."

Mariner chuckled, her body already buzzing. "Exactly. Here, let me show you." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a soft, sultry tone as she murmured, "You're so damn good at this, T. Every time you touch me, I swear, it drives me wild. You make me feel amazing. You're perfect."

T'lyn's cheeks flushed a very faint green—the Vulcan equivalent of a full-on blush—and Mariner grinned at the sight. T'lyn blinked, her composure faltering just for a second as she absorbed the unexpected praise. "I... see," T'lyn muttered, her voice a little shaky. "I was unaware that such comments had this effect on you."

Mariner laughed softly, pressing a playful kiss to T'lyn's jaw. "It works, doesn't it? Makes you feel all... warm and fuzzy inside."

T'lyn blinked again, clearly processing the situation with her usual Vulcan efficiency. "I am not certain I would describe the sensation as 'fuzzy,' but it is... stimulating."

Mariner grinned, her body arching slightly into T'lyn's touch. "That's the idea," she whispered. "Now you try."

T'lyn paused, her brow furrowing slightly as if she were formulating her next move. After a beat, she let her hand drift lower, her fingers brushing lightly against Mariner's slick folds. "Your body... produces an impressive quantity of lubrication," T'lyn said, her tone still measured, though there was a hint of warmth in her voice. "It is highly efficient for... intimate activities."

Mariner let out a breathy laugh, her body trembling under T'lyn's touch. "Okay, that's a start, but... maybe less 'clinical' and more... you know, sexy."

T'lyn hesitated for a moment, clearly trying to adjust her approach. "Your arousal is... impressive," she continued, her fingers circling her girlfriend's clit. "You are... exceptionally responsive to my touch."

Mariner's breath hitched, her body reacting to the combination of T'lyn's touch and her attempts at dirty talk. "That's... that's better," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Keep going."

The Vulcan's fingers slipped inside, curling them inside Mariner, her touch precise and controlled. "Your body is highly conducive to pleasure," T'lyn murmured, her tone becoming more confident. "Your reactions are... most gratifying."

Mariner moaned softly, her hips bucking slightly as T'lyn's fingers moved with perfect Vulcan precision. "God, T... that feels so good," she gasped, her voice breathy. "Keep talking."

T'lyn's brow furrowed slightly as she focused on the task at hand, her fingers curling while pumping at a 0.5 second rhythm. "You are... very good at receiving pleasure."

T'lyn's fingers sped slightly at a 0.25 rhythm, her touch becoming more insistent as she pressed against the sensitive spot inside Mariner. "You are... remarkably adept at becoming aroused," the Vulcan whispered. "Your body is... well-suited for this level of stimulation."

Mariner let out a choked laugh, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of release. "T... you're... oh my god, you're getting it," she gasped, her voice full of affection and desire. "Don't stop."

T'lyn's fingers curled inside Mariner, her movements precise and controlled as she pressed against that sensitive spot with perfect accuracy. "You are... exceptionally responsive," T'lyn murmured, her voice low and full of heat. "I am... impressed by how easily you become excited for me."

Mariner's breath came in short, desperate gasps as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. "T... I'm... I'm gonna—"

"You may climax now, Beckett," T'lyn whispered, her voice full of command as her fingers moved with relentless precision. "You are... very good at this."

Mariner's body convulsed, the orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her breathless. Her mind went blank, the intensity of the release overwhelming her as T'lyn continued to guide her through it, her touch gentle but insistent.

When it was finally over, Mariner slumped back against the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "T... that was... really great," she panted, her voice full of warmth and affection.

T'lyn regarded her with calm satisfaction, her fingers finally slipping away as she pressed a soft kiss to Mariner's forehead. "I am pleased that you are satisfied," she said softly. "Your reactions were... highly gratifying."

Mariner chuckled softly, her heart still racing as she looked up at T'lyn with a grin. "You really surprised me, T. You're... actually pretty good at this whole praise thing."

T'lyn's lips quirked slightly in what could almost be considered a smile. "I am merely responding to your needs," she said softly. "It is logical to do so."

Mariner grinned, her body still buzzing from the afterglow. "Yeah, well... you did a damn good job."

T'lyn nodded, her expression calm but full of affection as she settled beside Mariner. "I will endeavor to continue meeting your needs in this manner," she said softly. "If it brings you pleasure."

Mariner smiled, her heart full as she snuggled into T'lyn's side. "Yeah, T. It definitely does."