This week's theme: Squicks (things the prompters themselves find squicky or things they like but are commonly held to be squicky to others)
Prompt: Sarek, Amanda - Pon farr

Fully Informed

Amanda did her best to suppress her grin. She suspected that she was failing miserably, but Sarek, usually so perceptive to her moods and expressions, for once was too distracted to notice and question her mirth.

He wasn't blushing. He hadn't lost control over his body's reactions quite so fully yet, but his expression was even more stone-faced than when she'd first met him at that god-awful linguist's conference hosted by Perrette-the-Idiot.

″And despite the high level of secrecy held by your people concerning this topic you felt it important to inform me of the... rigors of pon farr because...″

Sarek clasped his hands behind his back and somehow managed to straighten his spine further.

″I feel that you must be in possession of all pertinent information prior to entering into a discussion of particular importance to me. I would not have you make a decision without full knowledge of the impact of your decision.″

Though she suspected she knew precisely what sort of conversation he had in mind, she couldn't resist asking, ″And that discussion would be?″

Sarek took a breath – and when exactly had she begun to be able to interpret even his subtle emotional signals? - before replying. ″I wish to ask you to join with me.″

Though she loved him and already knew what her answer would be, Amanda couldn't resist the opportunity to toy with him. Just a little. She raised her eyebrows at him, keeping her face as blank as possible.

Sarek's response did not disappoint. Apparently realizing too late how his statement could be interpreted, his eyes widened noticeably before he closed them for a long moment, either chastising himself internally for collecting himself to try again. ″In marriage. I meant to join with me in marriage.″

″Is that so?″

″Yes. I feel that we are uniquely suited to each other and would create a successful partnership.″ He paused for a single moment before continuing, ″And I love you.″

″So I have the opportunity to marry a handsome, intelligent, successful man who loves me and will be swept away by passion every seven years and ravish me accordingly?″

Sarek actually seemed nonplussed for a moment. ″It is rather more demanding than-″

″Yes, Sarek. I will marry you.″ Amanda noted that he seemed at a loss for what to do next. ″Now you are supposed to kiss me.″

He did. Thoroughly.