"Are you certain this is what you want, Ms. Boipuso? It is not too soon?"
The question could have been perceived as ridiculous coming from an elderly half-naked half-Vulcan, but he needed to be sure. The moonlight pouring through open balcony door showed that his body, though covered with pale crepe-papery skin, still housed the lean muscles of a fully human male in his prime.
She drew her drew sharp nails through the grey hair furring his chest. "I've been waiting twenty-five years for this moment, Mr. Spock. If anything, it is very close to being too late."
His hardened lok sprang free as he let his trousers fall to the floor and scooped her up against the chest she'd so recently been caressing.
"In that case," he told her, "I would not wish to be the one to further delay your satisfaction."
Strictly speaking, he mused as he knelt on the floor and laid her on the plush bed of his Garissa Town hotel room, one of them at least should have protested that this was happening too soon. A quick bout of sexual relations was a logical way of relieving the biological urges that his human heritage made impossible for him to completely subdue — even when he was not stripped of his logic. But as he hoped she would still be amenable to such activities over the course of the next twenty-five years, he wondered if it might be more prudent for them to spend some time getting to know one another.
"Spock," she murmured when his hands stilled halfway up her loose-fitting blouse. "You're thinking far too much, darling."
Officially, he had only met her two days ago, though he'd been an admirer of her for the past five years and her face had haunted his dreams for more than a century. Even a half-Vulcan could fit quite a few erotic imaginings into a hundred-odd years. If he wanted to explore even the barest fraction of those fantasies, he would need to take his time.
Bending his head, he brushed his lips over an exposed collarbone, squeezing two overflowing handfuls of feminine flesh as he did so. He smiled into her skin when her choked gasp of pleasure met his ears and her hips bucked up off the bed.
He removed his left hand from her right breast, kissing away the sound of protest that followed. Both hands slid around her cool, damp flesh until they rested beneath the center of her back. He eased her up until she was seated and her lovely breasts were level with his face.
"Lift your arms for me please, Ms. Boipuso," he ordered. Wordlessly, she complied and he pulled the shirt over her head.
His mouth found first one, then the other lush mound topped with a hard touch-sensitive nubbin of flesh. He raked his teeth gently down one dark nipple while working it with his tongue. Her suddenly ragged breathing indicated his actions met with her approval.
"More," she managed to choke out.
Ignoring her bereaved cries, he ended the breast-play and busied his hands with the removal of her trousers. The moment she caught on, she helped by bracing her hands against his broad shoulders and lifting her bottom.
He trailed biting kisses over her hips and down her thighs as he slid her pants off. Much to her frustration, he avoided the dampened seam at her center. She tried pressing her legs together in hopes of gaining some small measure of relief, but he only spread them even farther apart and brought his nose within millimeters of her throbbing sex and breathed in. But he didn't deign to touch her yet.
"Spock!" she protested.
He leaned closer and his tongue darted out to skim along the vulnerable skin she usually kept hidden. He darted away again just as quickly.
"A moment, Astra," he said, bending his head again, this time to suckle on the nerve-filled bud peeking out at him. He slid two fingers along the trail his tongue had abandoned for more valuable prey.
She didn't quite bite back a scream when the two fingers began dipping in and out of her in time with the ministrations of his tongue on her clit.
"Gah!" she managed, literally biting her tongue. Then, when the combined sensations swelled to tsunami dimensions, "Spock! Ah. Ahhh! Oh, Gods, Spock! Spock!" And she came down again, and found that her fingers where tangled in non-longer smoothly-styled steel grey hair, "Spock… ah… oh, Spock…. gods, Spock."
He joined her on the bed, and curled himself around her. There were no sweet nothings whispered in her ears, but he stroked her arms and radiated calm and comfort and protection and… desire and possessiveness? … and then, amusement when he sensed her amazement. It took less time than she would have expected before that and the hard lok pressing against her thighs made her ready once more.
"Again," she ordered.
"It is too soon, Ms. Boipuso. Your body needs time to recover, or it will be over too quickly," he pointed out.
"Twenty-five years, Mr. Spock," she reminded him.
"Four times that and more, Ms. Boipuso," he confessed.
Her mouth gaped, her eyes were wide. "That long?"
"Indeed," he agreed.
And then she was smiling again. That teasing, seductive smile he'd seen so often across recreation rooms and once, even on the bridge of a starship.
"Well," she said, licking her delectable lips, "in that case, you'd better hurry, hadn't you Mr. Spock?"
"Just this once, Ms. Boipuso."
He slid in and felt her clenching around him, already close to the edge.
Though his internal clock told him otherwise, it seemed as if mere seconds passed before he felt the undulating muscle contractions that heralded her second climax.
True to his promise, the next time took a great deal longer.
A/N: Written for at the request of recumbentgoat on lj, who hangs mostly in the TOS pages here.
A/N addendum: Their first face-to-face meeting occurred in Beneath the New Vulcan Moon. Find it at s/5495972/1/Beneath_the_New_Vulcan_Moon.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Trek, not even "Astra Boipuso."