Lieutenant Saavik was gorgeous.
Despite the tragedy of the Regula I Spacelab and all thereafter, David Marcus hadn't failed to notice that fact. Saavik's veneer of cool over what was undoubtedly a torrent of emotion was incredibly attractive to him.
He wondered how he could cut though her cold sexy Vulcan exterior to reach the passions that raged beneath.
She was no doubt grieving over the loss of her mentor Captain Spock, even if Vulcans didn't grieve. He had seen her tears at Spock's funeral, and had so much wanted to comfort her, take her in his arms and reassure that things will be alright.
Captain Spock died to save the Enterprise being caught up in the shockwave of the Genesis detonation. Every single person on board owed their lives to him.
Was Saavik crying in her cabin alone right now? The question plagued him. He wished he could find it within himself to call her on the ship's intercom. Would she answer? That was another question that plagued him.
He thought back to their first meeting, deep in the bowels of Regula I, otherwise known as stage two of Genesis. He had foolishly tried to rush Captain Terrell who was holding them at phaser-point, his friend Jedda had been killed because of his stupidity. But Saavik... Saavik had tackled him to the ground, avoiding the phaser's disintegration beam, saving his life.
That was two Vulcans he owed his life to.
He thought about that subtle scent she wore, her hair - how great it looked when she wore it down, her eyes - those eyes!, and her luscious lips. The thought of meeting her lips with his blew his mind. The thought of kissing her neck, from in front and behind, with the smell of her hair in his nostrils. Making her shiver and tingle. His hands exploring her.
What would it be like to be in bed with her? Their warm bodies pressed against each other, nude under the covers, comforting each other for their losses.
He moved his hand lower and lightly touched himself.