This is the sequel to Playing With Fire (which can be found on my profile). Thank you to everyone who supported that story, and encouraged me to continue on with this one. Also, thank you to everyone who has submitted prompts so far. You are awesome! :)
Disclaimer: This is a work of Fanfic containing characters from the Star Trek: Into Darkness world. As much as I wish I did, I do not own these characters. Nor do I own the STID world. This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Enjoy! :)
Carol would always remember when it happened. And though it had occurred in a less than romantic setting - on a tiny escape pod travelling through the middle of nowhere - it would forever be the most special, precious moment of her life.
She would never forget how it had happened either. She had been slumbering on the bed, golden hair falling gently around her cheeks and curling under her chin. Though her right knee was throbbing painfully, her thoughts were peaceful. The image of a small, steady fire encased in a glass hearth licked throughout her dreams. And then there was a warmth enwrapping her swollen knee and her calm blue eyes fluttered open to find a large, pale hand resting on her leg.
"This will only hurt a little," Khan said in a quiet tone, his blue eyes studying Carol's knee as his free hand lowered a syringe to her bruised flesh.
Carol drew back slightly at the sight of the sharp needle and the deep red liquid that filled the syringe. When she spoke, her voice was sharper than she had intended it to be. "What are you doing?"
Khan's hand faltered and suddenly his icy eyes were locked on Carol's face. His eyebrows furrowed slightly in agitation as he said curtly, "Do you trust me?"
"Of course."
Khan returned to examining Carol's injured knee. "Well then, you must trust me now. I am going to inject your knee with my blood to speed up the healing process." And with a confident and quick movement, he had inserted the needle into Carol's skin and squeezed out the deep red contents. His sharp eyes softened as he moved forward and brushed Carol's forehead with a kiss. "Now relax. You will feel better soon."
Carol smiled at the warmth of the kiss and settled back down against the pillows, watching Khan disappear into the bathroom to rinse the syringe in the sink. Suddenly, her knee began to tingle; it was not a painful sensation, but it was not exactly pleasant either. Then the tingle turned into a feeling of heat, of boiling syrup wrapping around her cartilage. As Carol watched with curiosity, the bruises around her knee disappeared. The purple colour faded to pink turned to peach and finally (miraculously) transformed into healthy skin.
"Stand up."
The deep voice startled Carol and when she turned, she noticed that Khan had finished cleaning the syringe and was now standing in the doorframe with a small smirk of amusement teasing his lips.
"Stand up," he repeated.
Carol hesitated for a second but when she felt no sharp jabs of pain radiating through her knee, she obeyed Khan's command. As soon as she stood, she discovered that her knee felt better than it had in years. More limber and fluid. As if it could carry her for miles and miles without tiring. She looked at the superhuman with wonder but, at the sight of him, her breath caught in her throat.
His eyes were practically radiating, his form taut and stiff. He was moving towards Carol with a desperately hungry desire on his face. Goosebumps raced across her neck. And then she was pushed backwards harshly, her breath erupting from her as her back made contact with the wall.
Khan was planted on her. She could feel the contours of his muscles aching in lust against her form. He purred into her skin and the sound felt as hot as fire. Carol licked her lips, her cheeks flushing with need. The superhuman's voice was smoky and deep as he whispered, "I am going to have you." Goosebumps danced down Carol's arms and legs at electrifying speed.
"Oh god, yes," she practically moaned, her hands finding their way under Khan's dark shirt. But before she could explore the pale skin of his abdomen, his long fingers grabbed her shoulders and threw her down with force onto the bed. She grunted and held back a laugh as she watched him pounce on her with a wild expression. Then clothes were flying in the air and he was in her, large and full and throbbing.
They were one. One in rhythm, one in sweat, one one one. United in love as Khan spilled into Carol, hot and fiery and trembling trembling trembling. For that magical moment, he was her. In that unbreakable passion, she was him.
And the golden-haired girl knew as she fell asleep in the strong, secure arms of her superhuman lover that he had planted himself within her in the fullest sense. That they had become one in the most intimate, wonderful way. That soon their family would grow from two to three. They had created something beautiful with the chemistry of fire.