DISCLAIMER: I Don't Own Star Trek. And I'm not making any money from this.Need some practice with Nyota's point of view. If you want the background story, read Descartes. If you want the quick summary in Descartes I suppose you could read the chapter 'Love Bites'.
Once
Bitten
Nyota sprang from the bed, her right shoulder
throbbing with pain; her mind dazed and confused with sleep.
She looked at her shoulder. And then in a flash there was
understanding. He had bit her without warning in her
sleep. Where had that come from? He had
never done that to her before asleep or awake.
Spinning angrily around she shouted, "Holy mother of.....what the fuck was that!"
And there was Spock, her Spock, sitting
so serenely in a gray nightshirt and pants, on the bed in his
meditation pose. She was standing in front of him in her
underwear shaking in rage and his face was a perfect mask of calm. "I believe it is an obsessive compulsive Vulcan marking
behavior,"
She answered him in Vulcan, though not calmly. "An obsessive compulsive Vulcan....Spock you bit me! While I was sleeping!" Her hand went to her shoulder. Switching to lingua franca she shouted "A kink I can understand....But how would you like it if I bit you in your sleep?"
Spock tilted his head.
And she realized...he had no idea. Empathy was beyond him. He had to experience an event himself or have an empathic link with her physically -- through her fingers or her temples. He called this link a 'mind touch', it wasn't as strong as a mind meld...but it let them experience one another's emotions. It was an essential element of their relationship since he couldn't verbalize his feelings...it gave them both great happiness to connect...usually.
She was too angry to give him the pleasure of touching her temples. He had to feel her anger frustration and shock for himself. One thing you learn growing up with a big brother is not to back down from a physical roughness, even when someone is bigger and stronger than you. Not that her older brother Jabari had ever bitten her...
Nyota lunged for the bed, grabbed Spock's arm and bit down. Hard. For good measure she gnawed and tore at his flesh. His opposite arm went around her and he roughly pulled her into his lap, but made no move to stop her.
And then she heard it...a low rumbling in his chest.
Oh. No.
"Spock are you purring?" Nyota asked in Vulcan, just to confirm.
"No, a purr would imply a noise made on inhalation and exhalation, I am merely rumbling on exhalation but as I have a greater lung capacity than..."
"You are purring," she finished. A purr was a purr, on inhalation or exhalation.
Nyota shifted her weight in her lap and felt his arousal below her. He was staring at his arm, and for once there was emotion clearly etched into his face.
She started laughing, a bit hysterically. It was normally difficult to read Spock. Even when they were physically intimate his face barely registered any emotion. An eyebrow lift, a quirk of the lips...But now, staring at the bite mark she's made his mouth is parted, with the corners gently drawn up in a smile...not a full fledged grin, but, it is definitely a smile. And his eyebrows were slightly lifted. He took a deep trembling breath, his head moved slightly, his eyes were dancing around the mark she left.
It would be a beautiful sight...but...he bit her in her sleep. When she was most vulnerable, without warning, he had struck her.
She had to let him know how it hurt...and she had to know what was going on in him. Did he enjoy frightening her? Was it some power trip?
"Spock. Link. Now."
They had to connect.
He immediately lifted a hand to her temple.
He felt her hurt, sense of betrayal and shock.
And then she felt his...panic...
That could not have been what he felt when he bit her.
"Spock, I don't want you to transmit what you feel now, I want you to transmit what you felt when you bit me...when I bit you."
His panic was still palpable through their link.
"Nyota, I cannot. I apologize for..."
She sighed. She had to bring it back.
Taking his wrist she bit down hard over and over again.
And then across the link it came, an emotion she'd only seen ghosts of before. It was alien. Spock might be only half Vulcan, but the emotion was definitely purely and only Vulcan. It didn't translate...She thought...or felt...that it was something dark that went on forever. It was very warm, protective....possessive. It...and she was thinking of the emotion almost as a personality of its own, wanted to swallow her up...engulf her...it wanted her.
Gasping she, felt herself become aroused.
Shaking in his arms she said. "Well that is...different..." Then she switched to his language, "This is...is a Vulcan emotion?"
"I do not know. It
is new." "It is...
"You approve then," he said
purring softly.
She looked at him. Normally she thought of Spock as, well, Spock. She didn't look at him and think of a human or a Vulcan, she thought of him as her man...who just happened to have pointy ears, slightly greenish skin, flat black hair, interesting speech patterns...telepathic fingers. But now, now he was most definitely, completely, Vulcan.
She liked it. But was afraid too...there was violence in that feeling, and Nyota really wasn't that, well, kinky. She was more a straight up, sensual kind of girl. She loved sex -- well, they hadn't actually had sex yet, but they'd done everything else. She loved pleasing him, breaking down his walls, hearing him moan, watching his hands ball up in the sheets. And of course she loved it when he took over, loved not just receiving physical pleasure from him, but also seeing how her arousal turned him on.
That emotion, that was obviously integral to the Vulcan part of him, needed to assert its...well, it's 'obsessive compulsive Vulcan marking behavior'....and the emotion, if not the actual thought of being bitten, was turning her on.
The trouble was she knew Spock could get carried away. Half-Vulcan control she'd begun to think of as half-Vulcan inertia -- difficult to move, but once moving, difficult to stop. When Spock set his mind to something he didn't hesitate. This could be a problem, say, when you were in his office and he'd suddenly made up his mind that academy rules and careers be damned, he was going to have you, right then and there.
He was three times stronger than a typical human male, and as plucky as she was, she realized there was the potential that things could get out of hand.
But...
"The emotion is sexy...the obsessive compulsive Vulcan marking behavior is...intimidating, Spock. But you need this don't you?"
He was quiet. The purring stopped, and he answered her in Standard, "I cannot put you under any obligation that might hurt you. I apologize for my previous actions."
He was afraid of hurting her too. He obviously wasn't in complete control either. There was one thing that always made him stop when things progressed too quickly for her...her emotions. If he felt fear from her, or frigidity, he would stop, instantly. Nyota thought of their terrible first encounter, before he had loved her or felt anything for her at all. She'd been chilled to the bone by his lack of emotion, definitely different from what she felt from him now.
"Spock," she asked, "Can you follow one rule, and one rule only?"Spock liked rules Nyota had realized weeks ago. He was not fond of ambiguity. Living in a foreign culture, being the other, meant there were so many things that were ambiguous to him. He spent too much of his life not quite knowing if what he was doing was correct. For the past few weeks as they became accustomed to their new relationship and to each others bodies she'd set limits which he had gently tested...but never broken.
"What is it you wish, my Nyota."When he said these words the new emotion surged through him and caused her body to quake, she realized she might be ready for him right that instant.
Turning her head so her forehead was now pressed against his she began in the lingua franca, "I want you..."
His hands tightened around her.
Nyota swallow and finished in Vulcan. "But we must remain linked. Can you do that?"
Logistically keeping a hand on her temple or on her hand at all times would be a challenge in the heat of the moment, but it is the only way she can ensure she can keep him in control of himself -- and give her a little bit of protection.
"We may remain linked if you wish."
Of course he would do as she wished. He loved her. "My Spock," she whispered.
His body shook.
And then he did something he didn't normally do, he put both of his hands on her temples as he pulled her forehead to hers. Suddenly they were both flooded and engulfed by this very Vulcan...thing. Her body went hot and weak all at once. Nyota could feel his arousal beneath her. His purr was changing to a growl...she wanted him, immediately and at the same time she didn't think she could move.
Dimly she was aware they were wearing too many clothes...
A/N:
Everyone always has Spock biting, I think it is very eh-hem, logical. But I think, depending on your inclinations, it could take some getting used to. (I'm boring, what can I say)
Now back to Descartes...let me know if I should continue.