Isobel stretched her hands, rolled her neck and leaned into her chair closing her eyes, sighing. Finally she had completed the logs. Now I can head down to the party! If only to bring my drunken colleagues safe back. Snorting at that thought, Isobel gathered up her things and got up to go to her room and freshen up for the party. She again snorted at the word party and started walking out of the engineering deck.
"Hey, Carrington! Heading to the party?" yelled one of her colleagues from other side of the room.
Isobel looked back, nodding and smiled in answer.
"Good luck!" yelled backed her colleague with a laugh.
"Thanks!" yelled back Isobel with a laugh and walked out of the engineering deck.
Entering her code, Isobel threw her bag on the bed and started taking off her uniform. Walking towards her small bathroom in nothing but lacy underwear, she knotted her hair up and opened the door to the bathroom. Adjusting the tap for hot water she stripped off her underwear and stepped into the soothing hot water. Sighing she stood under it for few minutes. Deciding to wash hair too, she unknotted her hair in one swift, fluid movement and started running her fingers though her hair.
Finally, stepping out in knee length bathrobe, Isobel stood in front of her tiny wardrobe, deciding between her only two cocktail dresses. Decided, she pulled out spaghetti strapped, violet short dress with enough beads sewed into it to blind anyone if light fell on it. Isobel rushed into the dress and quickly put on some light makeup. Ready, she rushed through the ship and towards the party venue. She could already hear her colleagues' singsong that she was l-a-t-e. Damn! Smiling faintly despite it, Isobel pushed open the bar door which was blaring with alien music. Ransacking her small purse for earplugs, she looked around for her colleagues. One of her colleagues started waving madly at her while rest of them were yelling her name. Rolling eyes at them, Isobel made her way towards them, putting in the earplugs. She wanted to have a good time, not wake up with throbbing ears due to alien music.
They were on first ever Five years Starfleet space exploration when they received a distress call from one of the known habitat planet. They hadn't even explored further when they had received it and they had touched down instantly to help. Isobel was excited about it; she was fresh out of the academy and on her first assignment. She was placed in the much talked about USS Enterprise which was going on five year expedition. To get assigned to USS Enterprise was big enough achievement but to be going on such a big expedition at the starting of the career was dream come true. Especially for her.
"Finally girl! Decided to grace us your presence!" said one of her colleagues, hiccupping and laughing.
Isobel rolled eyes at her colleague who along with other was clearly drunk out of her mind. The strong odour of the alien booze had hit her smack on face when she had finally reached their table.
"Clearly you were going great without my help." Yelled Isobel. "I might as well see myself out."
"Noooooo! The bartenders here are crappy and they don't even talk proper Basic." Said one of her male colleague.
Isobel shook her head and rolled eyes at them, again. "You want me to bartender for you." Yelled Isobel.
"You knooow their language! Come ooon, Issi! Help us out." Said one of her female human colleague trying to pull puppy dog eyes but failing miserably.
Isobel wondered how they were able to easily yell above the music and still be audible to her.
Shaking her head once again she yelled, "What do you guys want?"
They all yayed and started yelling their orders above each other; Isobel nodded when they were finished and started making her way to the bar counter.
"Hey! She didn't note them down." Said one of the old crew member.
"Eidetic memory, man!" answered another slapping his back, laughing.
Soon Isobel was going back and forth between the bar counter and her colleagues' table. After the third round, she sat down putting the booze on the table.
"That's it! You are drunk enough to pass out for one whole day. No more!" yelled Isobel watching her fellow crewmembers knock down their drinks in one go.
"Isssssiiii! One more and no more!"
The rest of table nodded eagerly in consent. Like incorrigible children. Isobel got up smiling faintly and started walking towards the counter hopefully for the last time.
Suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist, Isobel balled her other hand to give whosoever it was, a punch. But before she could simmer in her anger and turn around, the person spoke.
"You are one of my crew, right?"
Isobel whirled around, coming face to face with partially drunk captain.
"Captain?"
"Aye! Need a tinny favour. Take Spock here to the ship. He is drunk till his eye balls."
"Am not! I am perfectly sober." Commander Spock replied from beside, head on the table, dreamily looking at the cocktail glass.
Jim turned to Isobel, "'Am not!' He is drunk."
Isobel nodded in consent and walked up to commander and put one of his arms over her neck.
"Up we go, Commander."
Spock got up but protested, "I am not drunk, Captain. I refuse to be . . ." He trailed off when another drink was thrust into his face and he raised his other hand to reach out for it.
Isobel put his hand down, "No more." And nodding the same at the bartender she started walking. Surprisingly Commander Spock was walking alongside her. Walking and talking coherently, what else can a drunken Vulcan do?
Noting it down on her personal list, Isobel manoeuvred through the crowd with surprisingly coherent walking Commander Spock. Soon they were out of the club and sturdily making way to the ship; all the while Commander Spock was coherently talking nonsense. It was a weird experience for her but she continued her observation.
Finally they reached their ship and Isobel helped the drunken Vulcan up the stairs. It was easy yet Commander Spock had to lean onto her side for support and Isobel frowned. Till then their bodies hadn't been touching but she had felt Commander Spock's hand warm on her neck. Now it was turned a notch up, almost burning. Isobel was pulled out of her revere when they almost lost balance, she swiftly placed her other arm on the Vulcan's lower back to support him better and felt him do the same. Stable, she led them on to the deck, nodded to the personal in charge and started walking towards Commander's quarters or where she assumed them to be.
"Ok, you have to guide me to your room." Said Isobel trying to figure out on her own too, just in case.
"Go straight and take the first left turn."
Isobel wrinkled her nose at the pungent smell of alien booze.
"Do it not smell good?" said Spock turning of face her.
"It doesn't." said Isobel simply, busy ignoring the closeness of Commander's voice and manoeuvring towards his room.
"And yet you wrinkled your nose. Why?" said Spock dreamily, leaning in to smell his benevolent guide.
Isobel felt her drunken damsel lean towards her and she stiffened. She felt him sniff her. What?
"You smell nice. What perfume do you use?" said Spock dreamily.
"I don't use perfume. It must be my shower gel." Replied Isobel stiffly.
"Pine?" said Spock as he leaned in again. "It's faint though. Must be your natural scent."
Alarms started blaring in Isobel's head at the mention of scent. She quickly went through her mental records of the crewmembers and finally reached Commander Spock's file. Shit! Shit! Shit!
The rigid demur of the commander in the past days suddenly made sense and she sighed. Why me? Commander Spock was made First Officer at the age of twenty-five and now he is twenty seven. Vulcan males and females start their seven year sexual cycle at the age twenty. Increase in body temperature, highlighted senses, sensitivity of touch and darkening of eyes are visible signs. If not consummated during Pon Farr, the Vulcan will die. On more biological basis, they become aroused, undergo blood fever, and become violent.
On the top of being placed in icky situations, they have to be double edged. Why oh why!
"Something the matter, ensign Carrington?" asked Spock still facing her, frowning.
Isobel turned to face him, he was frowning cutely. She saw his pupils were diluted. Their faces were close enough that if one leaned forward they would touch. Turning away she concentrated on walking; thankfully no one was there to witness this easily awaked and bizarre situation.
"You know my name?" asked Isobel, poorly attempting to distract him enough till they reached his room.
"Of course. I know everyone's name and details."
"Good to know, sir."
"You can call me Spock."
"Will do."
"What is your first name?"
"You don't know?" asked Isobel, baffled.
"I do, I just can't recall it!" said Spock in frustration, still dreamy.
"It's okay, sir."
"Spock. You have yet to tell me yours."
Isobel stiffed when she felt his nose nuzzling her nape. She was sure he felt her stiffen this time.
"We have reached the correct corridor. Please type your code, sir." Said Isobel, her voice climbing a decibel.
"Spock."
If it were any other situation, she would have laughed at the Commander but it wasn't so she watched him type his code just as quickly as he ever would. The door opened and as much as she wanted to run away as fast and far as possible, Isobel walked him in and took his arm off her neck.
"Good night, Mr Spock." Said Isobel standing in front of the commander to check for one last time if he was coherent enough not to fall flat on his face on the floor. He seemed smiling at her. Done, she quickly walked past him and was so near to the freedom when a hand gripped her wrist. Sighing, Isobel turned, accepting her fate.
Commander Spock was looking straight into her eyes, as if checking if she was going to bolt again. Satisfied, he slowly loosened the grip on her wrist and started tracing down her hand with his fingertips. Isobel's breath hitched when she correctly guessed his intension. Please no!
Spock, who was concentrating on her hand didn't see her go ashen. He did a small mental dance when he reached his destination. Aligning her fingers, Spock gave her a Vulcan kiss. He heard her take a sharp breath and looked up in satisfaction.
Other than her ashen demur, Isobel looked perfectly normal. Screw the mask! If only she could, it had become her second nature long time ago.
They had to consummate with their bond mate or form a new one with someone compatible to complete the Pon Farr, otherwise engage in ritual battle of Kal-if-fee.
Isobel quickly wondered (more like ranted) why Commander had to take up this assignment and even if, why didn't Captain drop him off on Vulcan so he could mate with his fiancée! She saw Commander pull her and she fell flush against his body, eye to eye with him. She hoped she wasn't his compatible match.
Spock tilted his head and snaked his fingers through her hair and gently kissed her. Isobel clinched his uniform shirt in surprise and felt her eyes widen by fraction.
My! He is a good kisser. What?! Ah well, might as well enjoy it if am going with it.
Before she could do anything Spock sucked her bottom lip and bit it. Isobel's mouth opened instinctively and Spock turned it into French kiss. Deciding to let go, Isobel engaged in the battle of tongues which seemed to be exactly what Spock wanted for he vigorously answered. When oxygen became essential, Isobel pulled back, resting her forehead against Spock's, breathing heavily, eyes closed. She felt him pull back and a second later felt a wet kiss on her neck. Involuntarily she tilted her head and breathed in sharply. Somehow her reactions seemed to turn him on. He trailed the wet kissed down to her collar bone and back. Isobel sucked in sharply and bit her lower lip when Spock bit her neck. He licked it but her non-reaction seemed to have displeased him as he bit her harder and a moan slipped past her lips. She felt him smirk against her skin. Oh the nerve . . . she trailed away when Spock slipped off the strap with his mouth and kissed on her shoulder, she felt him slip the other one too.
Planting the kiss on her shoulder, Spock lifted his face to look at hers. Isobel watched as Commander Spock gazed at her face. A minute later he leaned in, capturing her lips again, this time biting them mercilessly before turning it into passionate French kiss. Isobel snaked one hand to his hair not holding back either. Running of her hands though his hair seemed to affect him as Isobel felt him melt into her mouth and purr faintly. Isobel smirked into the kiss at her victory but it was short lived as she winced when Spock bit her lower lip hard, smirking. Why, I ought to . . .
Spock pulled back and stared in satisfaction at the swollen and slightly cut lips on a miffed Isobel with dishevelled hair. A smirk appeared on his face, which got even wider when it seemed to irk her even more. But his eyes widened in surprise when Isobel lunged at him, clutching the shirt along the neckline, pulling him and smacking her lips at his, kissing hard. Spock was too surprised to do anything until Isobel bit his lip hard drawing a moan from him and felt her smirk before sliding her tongue in. Spock quickly responded but Isobel was clearly controlling the kiss.
Isobel finally drew back to take a breath while taking in Commander Spock's dazed face, swollen lips and light green flush on his cheeks and tip of his ears. She smirked at her handiwork and leaned in to give a tease kiss.
Spock let her as he untangled his fingers from her hair and ran a hand down her back.
Isobel pulled back when she felt his hand on her back and squeaked when he squeezed her butt. Spock smirked at her and patted her ass.
"You are yet to tell me your name." He said looking into her eyes while feeling her curves.
Isobel was too lost in feeling his hands on her to even answer. Her body was humming with anticipation at his touch.
Spock watched in satisfaction at her helpless state at his touch but his body was buzzing, wanting more. His kissed just below her jaw and felt her breath in. He looked up at her half closed eyes and felt aroused. He cupped her jaw as he ran his thumb over her swollen lower lip. Isobel opened her eyes to meet his eyes; they were dark with want and lust. She felt her body respond to it and felt herself get wet with anticipation.
Spock in one swift movement swirl her and lowered her on the bed while bending with her to kiss her jaw again. He bent his knee beside her thigh to support himself as he started planting kisses along her jaw while moving his other hand to unzip the dress.
Isobel felt him unzip her and put her palm on his chest and pushed him back gently. Spock growled and looked at her; he felt her tug his shirt and looked into her eyes. You show me and I'll show you. Spock took off his shirt. Isobel eagerly ran eyes over his bare chest; he was lean with taunt muscles. She looked up to meet Spock's eyes that were watching her. Like what you see?
Isobel unzipped herself and stood up; the dress slide down and pooled at her feet. Spock hungrily ran his eyes down her lean body, which was clad in nothing but her underwear. She was aesthetically pleasing, very aesthetically pleasing. He met her eyes as she seductively sat down, looking up at him. Your turn.
Spock unzipped his uniform trousers and let it slide down to his feet, stepping towards her, standing in nothing but tight pants. Isobel took at double take, he was not aroused! A small frown marred her face as she looked up at him.
"Maybe I should let it go." Said Spock and started taking off his pants.
WHAT?! Isobel looked at his person or lack of it. Spock looked like a female human sans the pubic hair. But before she could think his hardened penis slid out and Isobel looked at it, mesmerised.
"Fascinating." She murmured.
So Vulcan males do differ in anatomy. They seem to have a protective fold in which . . . .
Lips crashed onto hers, devouring her completely. Spock quickly ripped off her bra and proceeded to her panties with unsustainable need. Isobel too aided him in his quest and soon Spock was on top of her, kissing her hungrily.
Spock brought his fingers to her meld points and Isobel gasped.
Say my name, Isobel.
"Spock!"