BLUE CHRISTMAS
Seated at the
desk in her cabin, Uhura swapped out the datacards and adjusted her ear
receiver. The next song began playing in her head and she
picked up her stylus for yet another round of notes. With her
back to the door and her mind on her work, she didn't even hear her
girlfriend enter.
M'ress put her paws over Uhura's eyes. "Guess who," M'ress
teased.
Uhura jumped just a bit. "Oh! Hi, honey, you scared
me." She twisted her neck up and raised her lips for a little
peck. M'ress' mane brushed silkily against her neck and, with
a wistful whimper, Uhura deepened the kiss some more.
M'ress' nose twitched happily at the response, tickling Uhura with her
whiskers. Uhura laughed and M'ress pulled away to rub her
head affectionately along Uhura's neck. "It's good to see you
too," M'ress purred. She wrapped her tail around Uhura's
ankles and, rubbing them compulsively up and down, perched herself
carefully on the edge of Uhura's lap. "So, what're you doing?"
"This? A telelecture for the Academy. 'Music as a
means of societal mass communication'. I've got just the
Terran section but still, it's a huge amount of material. I
don't know how I'm ever going to pare it down."
M'ress pawed through the chips scattered across the desk. She
picked one out and read the code aloud. "The Christmas Album:
celebrate the season with the King."
"Yes. The class is being broadcast on his birthday.
I thought I'd try to incorporate something apropos."
M'ress' tail straightened and swished proudly across the
deck. "I've studied up on that day. It has cultural
significance for you Humans."
Uhura looked skeptical, "Well, maybe once it did, but I think we've put
that sort of silliness behind us."
"My research indicated you have a great celebration with gifts and
decorations and music and over-eating. I read that friends
and family go to great lengths to gather together and reflect upon his
birth."
Uhura shrugged regretfully. "Like I said, honey. That was a
long time ago. No one really pays it any attention any
more. I just thought it would be a fun way to spice up my
class a bit."
M'ress' ears drooped and her shoulders sagged. She hopped to
the deck and paced fretfully.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Uhura asked in confusion.
"I don't see how so many sources could be so wrong," M'ress
said. "I was supposed to disembark at Starbase seventeen in
ten days for a week of personal leave, but I canceled it so we could
spend his birthday together. "
Uhura started. "You're kidding!"
"I thought it would be important to you," M'ress said.
Uhura gathered her thoughts. "You're important to
me. Being with you is always important, but to cancel your
leave--" Uhura stopped as she did the math in her
head.
"Wait a minute. You would have been back before his birthday
anyway."
"No, not until 5124.2."
"That is before," Uhura insisted.
"No, my research was most clear on this. December 25, old
calendar."
Uhura burst out laughing. "Oh, you mean Christmas!"
"Of course," said M'ress, perplexed. "His birthday."
Uhura giggled and swapped the computer chips. "I
wasn't talking about Christmas. This is for Elvis' birthday:
the King." She pulled the receiver out of her ear and Elvis'
plangent tones came rolling through the air. 'Decorations of
red on a green Christmas tree, won't mean a thing dear if you're not
here with me--'
Uhura walked over and wrapped her arms around M'ress' waist.
Slowly they began to sway to the music. M'ress' ears perked
up, the contented purr began again and her bottom twitched pertly under
the unidress.
Uhura rested her head against her breasts to better feel the gentle hum
of her purr. Her fur was soft and warm; she smelt of exotic musk, wild
things and passion unrestrained. Uhura slid her hands down
her girlfriend's waist. She slipped her palm under the skirt
and cupped her ass and snuggled her sweetie tight.
"Did you really change your plans just so we could have Christmas
together?" Uhura wondered.
"Of course. I wanted to make you happy." M'ress
delicately stuck out her tongue and purposefully began to lick the
hollows of Uhura's neck.
Uhura shivered. "You do," she murmured into her fur and
worked her hand under M'ress' panty.
Elvis' voice continued to sing as they danced, '...but I'll
have a blue, blue Christmas.'