A/N: someone asked on a review if I had a tumblr and I do : isanybodygettingthis . Don't worry about the insta, it's not at all interesting or trek related. BTW, I love reading your reviews and if you have any questions you want me to answer back please PM instead of reviewing because it's just easier to reply that way. Okay I'll post everything but the last chapter because I'm still working on that.
Spock exits off the bridge and onto the turbolift at the end of his shift. He nods in acknowledgement to those who join him in the lift's cab but otherwise keeps his gaze on the PADD in the hand before him.
He is on his way to join Nyota and a few other officers for second meal. His current craving, however, happens to be for the ob/gyn biological report he downloaded just before the start of his shift. Published by the New Vulcan Science Academy's medical department, Spock has seen a wealth of research in Vulcan/human has been conducted since the time his parents conceived him.
All those aboard soon depart for their destinations, leaving him alone and the turbolift awaiting orders. " Officers' mess hall."
The lift chimes and speeds down towards the requested deck, leaving Spock to focus on his research. He skims the screen until he finds where he left off.
...for the best results it is best for the male to frequently copulate with the human female two to three days before and through her ovulation. Humans ovulate four times as often as that of Vulcan females but the difference our biology and genetic sequencing leads the human ovum to be less receptive to Vulcan insemination.
This difficulty aside, mating between the two species is wholly compatible and breeding is not only viable but a successive occurrence after Va'Pak. A number of healthy hybrid offspring have been produced from Vulcan male and human female pairings…
The tubrolift hisses open again and Spock lowers the tablet to exit and navigate through the hall towards the galley.
From the information he has gathered so far, it seems that Nyota's wish to conceive their child naturally could be accommodated. He had been concerned over the ability to do so and carry a child to term without medical assistance when she mentioned it the night before.
As the discussed the matter his beloved almost seemed singularly fixated on the point, despite her meekness in relaying her wishes. He recalls the soft warmth of her face as she rested her head on his shoulder as they lounged upon his bed. She tangled her fingers with his, in an innocent gesture of affection and from it he sensed her yearning. " Since I might you, Spock, I couldn't get you off of my mind. And since we've dated I've pictured you as the one I'd travel the stars and explore with."
He pulled her closer and planted a kiss to the crown of her head. She wasn't finished with her thought but he could not help himself when she touched him as she did. " I would challenge that I thought of you far more often than you did me."
Spock felt her cheek rise up along his skin as her mouth began to smile. It faded soon after to something more subtle, as she picked up her train of thought. " Being married after all this time together just feels natural...even though I worried that we wouldn't be ready."
He nodded in understand and slid his hand up her arm. " But you find our union to be agreeable, do you not?"
A pang of nervous apprehension raced across him then as he honestly, for the first time, considered that Nyota might not be happy in their marriage. His fear slipped over her as he paused his hand over her shoulder. She nuzzled closer and sighed deeply. " I find it most agreeable, Spock. So agreeable, in fact, that I think things can't get any better than they are. Which brings me to my point."
Spock released a breath that he hadn't consciously sought to hold and rubbed his chin at along her hair as she spoke. " We've talked about traveling to visit New Vulcan to visit your father. We also considered finding a healer to formally bond there but there's one thing we haven't discussed yet that is a growing dream of mine."
She turned in his arms and rose up above him. He followed her progress onto his lap and bound their fingers as she sat on top of him. She gently lowered her forehead to his and brushed the round tip of her nose past his to his cheek. Closing her eyes, she floored Spock's mind with the strength of her conviction. " I wanna make a baby with you, Spock. I want to feel them grow inside me, see pieces of ourselves when we look at their faces."
She closed her quickly for a chaste kiss and opened her eyes to look back at him. " I want to have a family with you, as my husband, bondmate and the father of my children."
Her soliloquy brought Spock's methodical mind to a screeching halt. He never known until that moment how much he wished to hear someone, no, hear her, say that until she had. His hands left their station at his side and held her face as he took her lips against his own.
Passions high and time permitting, Spock took it upon himself to rectify the manner of her being without child. After all, her current location at the time had been convenient as it had been suggestive. Practice makes perfect, he teased quietly, as she rose and fell above him.
This morning following their 'discussion', however, Spock sets out to see what could be done for a bonded pair in their situation.
A lot has changed since his birth. His mother and father, out of concern for his longevity and health issue, had chosen to screen all of their genetic material, artificially inseminate the choice specimen of ovum and implant after it or rather, he had been found to be viable and thriving.
To read that over four hundred and forty seven live births of hybrid offspring had been recorded just on New Vulcan alone gave Spock the resolve to fulfil her wishes. He had hoped to visit New Vulcan and declare kal-i'farr between them with his father and her family to witness and perhaps this could be arranged sooner rather than later.
He enters the mess hall pondering this when he sees a team of operation reds dismantling or reassembling the replicators. A number of officers sit at tables with PADDs or games to pass the time until the hall's food synthesizers are back online. A quick scan of the tables reveals that Nyota has not yet arrived.
Spock picks the closest free table and retrieves his PADD. He skips a few journal entries and resumes reading.
...while a small percentage of males can detect a human in heat by scent, most Vulcans do not consciously identify the smell as the female's fertile ripeness. If you are without instrumentation or a calendar to discern your mate's cycle, observing your female's presentation may aid in determining her current stage of fertility.
The cervical mucus also known as vaginal discharge will change from being adherent and viscous to wet and slippery to the touch. The vaginal channel will also be notable warmer in temperature, which lends itself to the layman's term of going into heat. It is at this time when one or more symptoms are present that a male should make overtures towards coitus.
The best practice for ensuring insemination is to have the male ejaculate at least once before mating occurs to ensure a fresh production of healthy sperm is being deposited within the female...while ovulation is key to impregnation, the activity known as foreplay is firmly coupled with it. It not only impresses a sense of love and security with one's bondmate but prepares her body for intercourse.
The average size of the human vagina is anywhere between 2.5" to 4.75" in length while at rest. After the initiation of sexual advances and preparations, the length increases and the size will triple if not quadruple in depth allowance. Mucus production is stimulated in concert with the lifting of the cervix, all of which eases the passage and repeated thrusts of the male's lok-
" Spock?"
Spock's eyes blink wide with guilt and flicker up over the edge of his tablet to find Nyota's face peering at him from the other side of the table. While amusement is clearly expressed across her features, Nyota appears to be none the wiser to his 'research'.
" A good read, I take it?" she teases taking a seat. Spock swallows and nods solemnly. " Fascinating, some may say."
She broadens her smile and turns to face the construction going on behind her. She clicks her tongue and hums warily. " We're not going to get any lunch out of those machines anytime soon."
Spock's gaze starts to wander from her hair to her lips and down towards her bust. The urge to test the medical journals against a control assail him.
Spock turns off his PADD and tucks the device beneath his arm. " Perhaps we could dine elsewhere, say our quarters?"
Nyota perk up with interest as she rests her chin on top of her hands. " Oh? You cooking?"
Spock lifts a single brow and gives her a lopsided smile. " Consider me at your disposal."