RikerYou Oneshots

Covered by Night

Warning: mature content

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Riker harshly pushes you through the doorway into the dimly lit bedroom. Shutting the door behind him he locks it in one quick motion as if he's had some practice. Leaning against the dark wood he kisses you deeply with a heated passion. Moaning into the kiss you play with the hair at the back of his neck. At the same time you feel two alive hands search your body.

Pulling you closer Riker attacks your neck kissing up and down your soft flesh. Pausing every so often to suck on an especially sensitive spot smirking, as he already knows where each one is. Loving the way it feels you completely surrender to his graceful touch.

He guides you to the waiting bed on the other side of the room, pushing you back gently yet forcefully until the inside of your knees collide with the edge of his bed. You lean down on to the cold sheets below, still holding Riker close and kissing him intensely.

Breaking away just long enough to fumble with the buttons of his collared shirt you successfully pull it off his beautifully creamy skin. Marveling the blond headed man on top of you your hands awake tracing his strong abs.

A drawn out moan escapes his swollen lips encouraging you to continue. Riker attempts to pull your shirt over your head. Failing the first time you help him out by arching your back then raising your shoulders freeing the garment from your skin.

He kisses down your soft subtle jaw line and moves in the direction of your stomach. Following a path down your neck and taking a quick stop at your collarbone. Purple bruises are created that maybe not even make-up can conceal. Eager hands and fingers learn every curve, dip and texture of the others body.

Riker reaches up again and whispers in a breathy voice to your ear, "I love you babyyy"

The last word is morphed into a moan at your curious hands finding a place to rest at your boyfriend's fly.

Slowly unbuttoning the brass colored button you intentionally tease him, "accidentally" brushing against the obvious bulge there. Beginning to ease the zipper down he barks at you in frustration, "Come on, don't tease...ugh. You're killing me."

Smirking mischievously you relieve Riker of his jeans and connect your lips once again.

By this time both of you are down to your under garments. You feel Riker twitching trying to find any form of friction. You feel a little guilty for taking control, but only a little for he is so cute when dominated.

Finally deciding he's had enough waiting and torturing you play with the waistband of his lose boxers. Just as you're about to pull them down.....Riker sits up suddenly, eyes wide open, breathing heavily with a thin layer of sweat covering his warm skin.

Looking around his empty bedroom confused he suddenly realizes it was all a dream, a hot dream at that. Feeling slightly disappointed he has the sudden urge to call his girlfriend. Normally he would if it wasn't for the fact that it was three in the morning.

Calming down from the high Riker lifts the covers sighing loudly. "Oh great." He climbs out of the sweaty blankets stumbling towards the bathroom. If it wasn't for Rocky lying in his own bed just a few feet away he would have solved the problem right then and there but sadly he couldn't. So instead Riker turns on the shower. Handle turned to the right so a steady stream of cold water flows he strips and hops in, again.