Vulcan's are not known to grit their teeth. Gritting ones teeth is caused by emotions. Vulcans do not feel emotions; therefore, they have no compulsion to commit this act. I however have found myself gritting my teeth on many various occasions since joining Starfleet and especially since I became the First Office of Captain Kirk. In order to keep my emotional resolve when faced with his brash, outlandish and often incredulous actions, I have found myself clenching my jaw to prevent me from bursting in anger and smacking him forcibly in the back of the head. I have made a conscious effort to lessen the frequency of gritting in order to prevent the enamel of my teeth from being worn down.
I still involuntarily grit my teeth in diplomatic situations. While (most of) the personnel of the Enterprise are aware of and respect my personal boundaries, it is rarely the case when we meet with dignitaries on new planets. As to not offend, I have made it habit to meditate for as long as possible before hand, strengthening my mental shields against the onslaught of emotions that will be transmitted to me through touch. If the customs of the native people center on excessive touching, I will often not attend. But only if I trust the Captain to refrain from causing an incident. My trust in this is more often than one would initially expect.
Iota II is an icy Class M planet on the edge of the Alpha quadrant. The natives call themselves Glohrns. They discovered warp drive half a century ago, to which shortly after, First Contact was made. Today, we were sent by the Federation to negotiate their joining as well and receiving mining rights to the planet. Pergium is a rare but essential element used by many worlds as a power source for nuclear reactors. The admittance of Iota II is considered Top Priority.
The Glohrns, thick-haired humanoids with large girths, are a very tactile people. It is said to have adapted from their climate being extremely cold most of their year. Platonic sharing of body heat is customary during their long winters. Much of their communication is conveyed through touches. One of their most frequent contacts is through hands. Holding and shaking of the hands is viewed as a sign of trust and friendliness. Usually I would never have considered beaming down to this planet. I would be completely unable to hold up my mental shields if I needed to hold hands will multiple people. However, this is with skin-to-skin contact. Because Iota II is so frigid, we will be wearing heavy clothing, including gloves, and the cloth will greatly dull any emotional transference. Therefore, I saw no reason to not attend the diplomatic negotiations on Iota II. The leather of the gloves Jim gave me would serve to eliminate and transference.
I find myself, however, in a different predicament.
This was not something I had anticipated. I had never worn fur-lined gloved before. I admit the fur had felt pleasant to the touch when I first examined them, but I never anticipated the strong effect it would have when my whole hand was wrapped in the soft pelt. Perhaps it was my mistake to wait until we were standing on the transporter pad to put them on. When we beamed down and I shook the hand of High Priest Yulep, the effect was immediate.
When he firmly gripped my hand, the fur brushed and the sensation hit me as if I had been kicked in the stomach. All of my muscles tensed. My skin tingled and a shiver ran down my back. My mind was momentarily clouded with arousal. I bit my tongue to prevent a groan from passing through my lips.
It was not until he released my hand that my mind cleared and I was able to catalogue my reaction. My heartbeat increased had increase. My breathing became heavy and slightly ragged. I could feel my genitals becoming engorged with blood. My tension went unnoticed by everyone except Jim, who gave me a slightly quizzical look.
I am immensely grateful that I am wearing thick clothing.
Initially, I believed that a strong emotional transference had occurred. I may be wearing gloves, but if the Glohrns were also strong touch telepaths, there would be little dulling effect. I had neglected to reinforce my mental shields; I did not believe it would be a necessity. I also had not performed my usual meditations the night before due to Jim… distracting me. However, a quick check found that my mental shields are still intact. I clenched my hands slightly and found my body giving the same reaction, if somewhat lessened. My eyes widened slightly. The gloves.
"It is an honor that your Federation would take such interest in our humble planet," Priest Yulep grinned, taking both of Jim's hands and bowing.
The Captain bows as well. "We appreciate you allowing us to learn from you." The line is rehearsed but the grin is genuine.
I find myself staring at their joined hands and a strange sensation rolls over me. I soon identify it as a combination of jealousy and annoyance.
"Yes, I am sure we will learn much from your party as well." Yulep releases one hand but continues to grasp the other. "Come, Captain. We have prepared a welcoming meal. We may become more acquainted there." He leads Jim by the hand out of the courtyard and inside the main building. The look on his face shows he is attempting not to laugh. He expressed earlier this humor with their custom of handholding.
Reith, a shapely woman that was introduced as Yulep's wife, offers her hand to escort me. I hesitate, but manage to hide my reluctance by giving a short nod of my head. She clasps my hand firmly and feelings of arousal spike through me as my muscles constrict once more. I feel my erection strain. I suppress a moan as she guides me inside.
I find myself contemplating that it is very befitting that these gloves are from Argelius II.
Author's note: For anyone wondering, Argelius II is in one of my favorite TOS Episodes (though honestly, there's a lot of them), 'Wolf in the Fold'. It is a planet of brothels and strip joints (and probably casinos) and Kirk and Bones take Scotty down there to get laid because they think he hates women because a woman accidentally blows something up and he gets blasted into a bulkhead and gets a bad brain injury, and Scotty is accused of murdering three women by stabbing them to death, but it turns out it is Jack the Ripper who is really an energy alien that feeds off of fear and is played by the guy who is the voice of Piglet in Winnie the Pooh and they have to drug the whole Enterprise crew with uppers. Seriously. I can't make that shit up. A drugged up Piglet laughing and saying "Die, die, die, kill you all" is hilarious. And Kirk trying to convince Spock to go to a strip joint in the end. Priceless.
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