Chapter 3
May 2248 - Day 2; 1 Hour Before Dawn, Jim's Bedroom
It was still dark out when Jim woke and although he was exhausted and sore, his internal clock had still awakened him before dawn. Jim lay there for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the dark room before carefully slipping out of the top bunk. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of his sleeping guest…his dream lover, before getting out of the bed and getting dressed. Betsy was still waiting to be milked and there were still the chickens to feed and get eggs from.
The house was quiet, so Jim tried to remain so as well. After slipping past Spock and into the bathroom he took a quick wash in the sink and used the toilet before slipping back out of the room, heading out to the barn. He could take a long hot shower once he had gotten all the morning chores out of the way.
The walk out of the house to the barn didn't take long but it had Jim wide awake. The night air was still brisk enough that he could see each breath as it puffed out. Looking up at the sky, he gave it another two hours and that would change. The normal routine of the farm chores was calming and Jim found himself rehashing the last few days. This had definitely been the most unusual week of his life, probably the biggest emotional roller coaster as well. Yet, he was strangely happy. Happier than he could ever remember being.
Last night, whatever had happened with that dream Spock, it was certainly more than physical. He couldn't ever remember experiencing anything remotely similar, either in real life or a dream. Not that he had anything to really compare it to anyway. He had a vague idea of what sex should be like, he was a teenager and had spent a large portion of his days bringing himself to orgasm. That wasn't the same though. Especially not now that he had girl bits between his legs instead of his normal cock.
He wondered if it would be like that when he had sex for the first time. If he could have a similar physical and emotional reaction to sex with someone that was just as powerful as what the dream had created. Did it feel like that for everyone their first time? Or was it simply something rare and special for Jim to have experienced since his partner was Spock? Would it make a difference if he lost his virginity now as a girl, or later as a boy? If he ever changed back. Would it make a difference if Jim convinced Spock to be his first like in the dream, or if it would be better or worse if Jim waited for someone else. Somehow he didn't think everyone lost their virginity like Jim had in the dream. He was pretty sure a girls first time was supposed to be painful.
So many of Jim's classmates had lost their virginity already. True Jim was younger than some of them, having skipped grades. But he was good looking, smart, and relatively popular. It should be easy to find someone willing to take him to bed. Especially now that he had breasts and a vagina. But he didn't really want to do that with someone he would see all day. He would prefer to do it with Spock. How strange was that? He had known the Vulcan for less than a day and already Jim felt strangely pulled in his direction. Like matter and light drawn to a black hole. It was like something out of one of his Grandma's cheesy romance books. Like the meeting of soulmates, like Romeo and Juliet, but without (hopefully) the horrible end of them both. Maybe it was the universe's way of saying "Sorry we've fucked you over so often," or maybe it was a brief moment of light in an otherwise endless darkness.
Well, he was certainly being maudlin.
Jim forced himself away from the darker thoughts and the more pleasant as well. It wouldn't do to start getting distracted when he still had to finish milking Betsy or when he had to get to the chickens. Still, Jim couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his face each time he thought of Spock and that dark, penetrating gaze of his as he watched Jim.
Jim closed his eyes, reveling in the moment and the memory that Spock had, even if only that one time, loved him in a way that no one else did. Even if it was only a dream, it had felt so real. It was more real than anything Jim had experienced before.
====Spock=== 3===Kirk===
Spock didn't understand why seeing Jim standing nude in the bedroom had snapped his strict control so badly. Perhaps it was the smell of her lust, the shock of realizing Jim was female, or maybe it was the almost shy look in her eyes as she gazed at him slowly being transformed by her obvious approval of his physical appearance. What ever the reason it had certainly done what nothing else ever had quite so badly, it had rendered mute all his Vulcan control and let his Human needs surge forwards. For a moment he was sure that he had been struck by an early Pon Farr, the need to touch, to claim her had been so strong.
He had kissed her and touched her in ways he had only vaguely dreamed of and never let himself actively think of while awake. Each touch of her flesh was intoxicating and Spock found himself throwing away all the logical reasons that told him they shouldn't be doing this and simply threw himself into her.
He was buried inside her body, lost in the touch of her skin, the sound of her voice crying out his name, over and over again. There at the edge of his mind he realized he was picking up her emotions, her pleasure, her unconditional joy at his existence, through the intimate touch of their joined bodies. He didn't care though, there was nothing wrong or disgusting about Jim's mind and his joining and dancing as their bodies were. Something about this moment, something about her just felt right.
His hands moved, cupping the side of her face, fingers searching for the right spot to truly touch her. Then they found it and the sensations, the emotions he had only vaguely been aware of were filling his mind, their mind. He was awash in a sea of emotion and sensation that was and yet wasn't his. He was aware of every physical sensation in his body and Jim's body all at once. He felt it as he thrust into her willing, craving body and felt himself being filled by that same thrust that he knew he was making as if her body was his body. Their two selves were surging and blending into an indistinguishable maelstrom, one endless being. Their pleasure rose and fell together spinning and surging like a tsunami in his-their mind. Their flesh trembled, their emotions, all drove them wild and they-he gave into their own need. His-their hips hammered into them-her with a crazed, animalistic savagery. He-they could feel his blood surge faster into his-their cock, the flesh growing harder, thicker as the nub under the head shivered and extended from his cock, lodging into her-their feminine walls. A moment later, they stilled, the world stilled, time itself stilled, as every muscle in their body tensed and released as they cried out, voice as one, and came.
====Spock=== 3===Kirk===
Spock rolled over onto his side, nuzzling the soft body clutched tight against his own. He took a deep breath, taking in the rich musky scent of arousal, sex and the heady scent of Jim that lingered on the bed. Although rich and intoxicating the scent was also growing faint. Spock pulled the form closer, tossing a leg over it. Lazily his still sleepy mind registered that the "body" he cuddle up against was too soft and squishy to be Jim. Cracking open an eye, he scanned the pillow that had mistaken for Jim, before scanning the rest of the room.
Jim wasn't here. He must have already gotten up and gone to the barn. Spock had read on his PADD yesterday during the car ride, that farm animals such as cows required milking daily.
Spock was surprised to realize that he found himself vaguely irritated that he had dreamed of having sex with Jim, that Jim had been a girl, that he had seen Jim as his mate. The dream had been so real, he had not wanted to wake and for a moment after waking it had still seemed real and he become irritated that Jim had left their bed when she, he, should be here, eagerly begging for Spock's cock to fill her again.
Blinking, Spock pulled away from the pillow. His own thoughts startled him. 'Being surrounded by the smell of this human…of Jim, it is affecting me.'
Spock tossed the blankets aside and almost sprang out and away from the bed. His emotions felt wild, almost primal every time he thought of Jim. His logic seemed to rapidly disappear. He needed to regain control of himself before he could face his parents, before he could face Jim. If he saw Jim now there was a high probability he would rip the cloths from his body, push him over the first piece of sturdy furniture and mount him like a wild beast, despite Jim being male unlike in the dream.
Spock's whole body gave an excited shudder at the mental image. The temperature of his body rose, his skin flushing jade. A long low growl rumbled past his lips as his body stumbled closer to the bed. Suddenly, and without quite knowing how, Spock found himself facedown on the bed, hips rutting against the pillows and blankets that had been scattered across the bed during his hasty exit. The rich scent of Jim was making it hard to focus. Mmmm, but he found he loved that smell. Loved it almost as much as the feel of Jim's mind intertwining with his own. And yet, their minds hadn't melded. He had not touched Jim. And yet…and yet he could swear that they had, that he knew Jim already, had always known Jim.
A rush of tactile sensation and visual memories from the dream flooded his mind in a tsunami of desire, leaving Spock feeling as if he would drown in them as he crashed on the shores of a sudden climax. His hips were moving wildly, pressing him deeper into the bedding and mattress, lifting up Jim's pheromones that had become embedded in the mattress from years of sleeping on the bed. Making Spock's pleasure ramp up higher, orgasm pulsing through him again in a startling jolt.
His limbs felt heavy and clumsy as the pleasure trickled away. Spock took a deep shuddering breath and tried to ignore the small spark of lust that sprung to life in his belly. Slowly, he gained control of his limbs again and pushed himself up and off the bed. He tried not to grimace at the sight of the ill-used bed, soaked in his seed.
There had been nothing logical about this.
Telling himself he was not fleeing, and he was certainly not feeling wildly passionate about a human boy he had just met, Spock headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
====Spock=== 3===Kirk===
Jim gave one last good stretch before he reached down and picked up the basket full of chicken eggs. The sun was just starting to peek out over the horizon and Jim was sure his guests would be awake soon. Hurrying inside the house, Jim took off his dirty boots, leaving them in the small mudroom before stepping inside the kitchen. Carefully he set the basket of eggs on the kitchen counter before making a quick bee-line to his room and the waiting shower.
Jim closed the bedroom door behind him as he quickly began pulling off his dirty cloths. The sound of the shower running filtered into his consciousness as he was dropping his cloths into the bathroom hamper. Jim found himself cursing for not paying attention, for freezing for just a moment as the dream from last night flashed and pulsed in his mind like a brilliant pulsar. He hoped it wasn't Mr. or Mrs. Sarek in the shower. If it was maybe he would be lucky and they wouldn't notice that he had entered the room and Jim could sneak away.
"Jim."
The deep voice coming from the shower calmed his nerves as he realized it was Spock on the other side of the shower curtain. It shouldn't be calming but it was. There was nothing scary about Spock seeing him naked, which was perhaps something that should make Jim afraid.
"It's just me, Spock. Sorry about intruding."
"Do you require the use of the shower?"
Jim tried to tell himself the husky quality to Spock's voice was just a figment of his imagination. "Yeah, but don't rush yourself. I can wait."
"Indeed." Spock opened the curtain, revealing his wet, naked body to Jim's suddenly lustful gaze.
'Somehow,' Jim thought, 'it's not fair he can reduce me to a wet, quivering mass so easily.'
"The most logical course of action then would be for you to share the shower with me in order to conserve the largest quantity of water."
Jim felt his face heat up as if it was on fire. He didn't know if Spock was being serious or not, it was too hard to tell on that perfect poker face. Jim swallowed back a moan at the thought of getting in there with him, but could not stop his eyes from taking in the truly amazing sight before him. Spock looked similar to how he had in the dream, all smooth pale green tinted skin leading down to the apex of his groin where a small slit at the front of his pelvis was slowly spreading open. The edges of the slit were a darker green, more like an emerald green rather than the slight olive tone to the rest of his skin.
"Yeah," Jim was sure his voice showed his own rising desire just as strongly as the leer that was sliding over his face as he watched the Vulcan teen becoming aroused by Jim's altered body. "That sounds eminently logical."
Jim hadn't done anything more than simply look at Spock, but between his thighs Jim could feel himself growing wet, the heated essence of his desire coating the lips of his pussy, leaving his clit throbbing with an intense erotic pain that he had never experienced before. Jim felt a shiver of desire working its way up his spine and licking his lips, stepped up to the shower where Spock was still watching him.
They were only a hands breadth away from each other. Jim was staring into Spock's coffee colored eyes as Spock stared back into his own forget-me-not blue eyes. Spock's eyes were intense and filled with hunger, with his desire for Jim. Jim was surprised to see it on his face, surprised that Spock seemed as effected by Jim as Jim was effected by Spock. Jim thrilled a little at how good that made him feel. When Spock looked at him, he felt as if the rest of the world vanished. It was just the two of them here and nothing else mattered or ever could match up to how desired he felt with Spock looking at him. It left Jim breathless with the need to touch and be touched by Spock. To make him understood how much this simple affection meant to Jim when he had so little of it in his life so far.
Spock's hand reached out, two fingers extended, to caress the side of his face from temple to chin. Jim leaned into the caress, sighing in pleasure at the electric tingles that seemed to pulse directly from Spock's fingertips to his brain, to his aching pussy. For a moment before the hunger in those fingers drowned him in desire, Jim remembered that Vulcans were touch telepaths. No thoughts, feelings, or desires, would be hidden from Spock.
"You are quite aesthetically pleasing, Jim. Though I had not thought you to be female."
Jim smiled, his blue eyes alight with warm affection. "So are you."
Spock inclined his head in acceptance of the compliment and Jim's non-answer to his surprising gender, before leaning in and capturing Jim's lips in a slow, molten kiss. Spock's kiss was firm, yet soft. His lips sliding like warm silk over Jim's own, plump but chapped lips.
Spock's tongue slipped out to lightly caress Jim's lower lips, its touch slightly raspy as it trailed a path of fire across Jim's lips. His kiss was more potent than the strongest drug, it left Jim feeling an overwhelming sense of euphoria, of need. It created a feisty, fiery hunger that invaded his senses, his mind in a whirlwind of desire. Their lips crushed together, tongues stroking and sucking until Jim thought he would black out from lack of oxygen.
'Sweet Lord have mercy!' He was burning, aching with a need so strong it was pathetic. He wanted to throw Spock to the tiled floor and fuck him like a wild beast. He wanted to ride him. To feel all that alien strength and control driving deep inside him again, filling him until he wanted to cry out. His vagina clenched, liquid fire trickling between Jim's thighs. His knees were going weak with the need for Spock, for that hidden passion that he had unleashed on Jim last night during the dream.
"K'hat'n'dlawa," his voice was soft, tender almost in a way Jim didn't think most Vulcans would ever use, especially not when talking to him.
Spock's lips were flushed and swollen from their kisses. His face flushed a becoming shade of jade. Spock took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of Jim's growing arousal. As Jim watched, their gazes locked together. Spock lowered his hand flattening it on Jim's stomach, creating a heated path of pleasure as those long, graceful finger teased and danced over Jim's hips and between his thighs. A whimpering protest fell from Jim's lips as Spock's hand slid from between Jim's thighs to stroke over her own fingers, sending a startling burst of electric pleasure straight to Jim's core. The touch filled his, her, mind and brought things low in his body into a vice-like grip of need.
"K'diwa," his voice was sliding along Jim's nerves like a physical caress of silk, threatening to undue him. "Jim."
"Spock, God, what you do to me." Jim felt weak and powerful all at once. Whether Spock knew it or not he had completely altered Jim's world in a way neither of them could ever have anticipated upon first setting eyes upon each other.
"Bathe with me, Jim." Spock's hand held hers in a soft, firm grip, leading Jim into the warm embrace of the hot water and steam that played like ghosts around Spock's waiting form.
Jim nodded, unable to tear his gaze from Spock's, to deny him this, to deny him anything. For the first time in his life Jim felt wanted, needed. He felt like something important, even if he was only important to this one teenage Vulcan. Even if it was only being caused by rampant teenage hormones. But Jim didn't, couldn't, think that was all this was. His family might not think him worth much, if anything, but Jim knew he was worth something. If he wasn't then he should have died back on that desolate colony alongside so many others. Instead he was alive, he was here, and he had the most handsome boy, young man, he had ever seen kissing and caressing him as if he was as beautiful and addictive as an Orion.
Spock's hands were gentle, cupping Jim's face as he leaned him into the water. His eyes were warm with something Jim had never seen directed at him before, and yet there in those dark depths was a waiting hunger that feasted on the sight of Jim's narrow waist, flared hips, and perky breasts. For a brief moment Jim faltered. What if Spock was only attracted because he thought Jim a girl? Could Jim lie to him like that? But then a little voice in his mind spoke up, 'It's not a lie. I am a girl right now.'
With that Jim resolved to ignore the bad feeling in his chest that said this was wrong, and to follow that little voice and accept that for this moment in time he was really a she. A she that Spock found sexually desirable.
Spock's hands moved, sure and gracefully over her body and through her hair, whipping away all traces of the barn. As his hands moved over her hips, his knees bent and he lowered himself to the shower floor, kneeling before her. Jim reached unable not to stroke his face as he had stroked her own.
Spock sighed and leaned into the caress, his lips quirking up in the tiniest of smiles. He looked up at her, leaning forward to place a soft, tentative kiss just below her bellybutton. Jim smiled and ran her fingers through his hair.
Spock buried his head against her hip, his smooth, silky hair caressing the soft flesh of her belly as his hands reached up to gripped her thighs. The sight of him kneeling before her, brought a flood of juices to dampen her thighs, hot and slick, leaving her aching and ready for him. Her fingers tightened in his hair as Jim tried to steady himself.
"Spock," desperation and desire filled her voice.
The slight roughness of his tongue could be felt sliding down her hip, drinking the shower spray from her skin. Jim felt her breath catch as Spock moved lower until his tongue was touching her most intimate parts, sending pleasure surging through her. She cried out, arching into his wicked mouth. Spock's mouth moved away, breath hot as a desert breeze as it ghosted over her sensitized clit.
Jim cried out at the loss of the rough tongue, begging Spock for more. Her eyes rolled, head tilting as she watched him run fingers through her golden curls.
"Fascinating," his voice was low, sinful, leaving her body to clench and spasm in pleasure at the sound.
Jim swallowed heavily as he flashed back to the dream, where Spock said the same thing as he first ran his fingers through her juices. Jim tried not to cry for more of his touch as the memory sparked her desire higher. Spock's intrigue with his, her, pubic hair was a little strange, but also kind of cute. It made Jim wonder if Vulcan women were hairless there as Spock was. Would Spock spend more time caressing and licking her there if he wasn't used to pubic hair? Was this even a new experience for Spock, or was he an old hand at sex? He certainly seemed skilled enough.
His quiet inspection of Jim's groin finished and with a sudden growl his lips covered the soaked folds of her pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth. That raspy, cat-like tongue flicking out and over the throbbing bud as his hands pulled her thighs apart, sensitive fingers caressing the damp folds until they found the tender entrance.
Jim screamed, begged and prayed as Spock worked his fingers inside her, his mouth still hungrily feeding on her tortured clit. She was withering beneath his touch, his intimate kiss, nearly screaming his name loud enough to wake the dead or his parents. Just that one, now two, fingers made her feel full, aching for more and yet wanting to push them away. The sensations were so new, so different that Jim wasn't sure how to handle them. He wasn't sure he liked the strange sensations and the little sparks of pain as Spock's fingers pressed deeper inside, breaking through Jim's virgin barrier. But he also wasn't sure he disliked them. It was so much more intimate than Jim had been expecting, and if he, she, ignored the slight pain, it was actually beginning to feel really good. Intense.
Jim could feel it building inside him like a rising tsunami, making her muscles tighten, her hips piston wildly, and her, his, vagina flow with that amazing wetness around Spock's fingers. Still his touch moved in a perfect rhythm, never going too slow or too fast, just building up that wave of pleasure until Jim thought she would black out. With a surprised sense of awe she felt his teeth lightly graze her clit, making Jim's head toss and his voice freeze in his, her, throat as that tsunami wave of pleasure broke over her, swallowing her world as she came.
====Spock=== 3===Kirk===
Spock found himself drowning in Jim's senses, in her pleasure, her emotions. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before and he never wanted it to end as illogical as that was. He didn't think he could ever get used to it and at the same time he found he didn't want to. He was enjoying all the surprises, the wild emotions and illogical reactions that made up Jim. He was enjoying Jim and he never wanted to let that go. Never wanted to let Jim go. The feelings, the need and protectiveness Jim inspired in him were wild, primal and terrifying all at once. As much as they left Spock feeling off balance he found himself enjoying the very illogical, un-vulcan nature of the situation they created.
This affair with Jim would undoubtedly caused difficulties with his Father and his ko-kuglasu, T'Pring. Although the prospect of disappointing his Father still brought some very human emotions up in Spock and continued to go against his very Vulcan heritage. To do something that would undoubtedly break his weak bond with T'Pring seemed a more logical choice than to not complete a bond with Jim. Spock had never known anyone who could elicit an emotional response so strongly from him and who made him desire to meld their mind to his own. He had not even formed a true mind meld with her, just briefly touched the edges of her thoughts. Even that proved to him that his bodily and emotional reactions to her were beyond his control. Never had he met anyone whose mind so perfectly balanced his. T'Pring's tepid mind just couldn't compare to the brilliant sunlight of Jim's mind.
Jim was truly his K'hat'n'dlawa.
Even as he lifted the unconscious Jim, part of his mind was testing various scenarios for convincing Jim of the logic of returning to Vulcan with him and the probability of his parents and the council agreeing to allow the two of them to bond. He knew he would have to have a perfectly logical and through argument for the council to agree to such as request. They would not be pleased to see the line of Surak watered down with human blood further than it already was. No matter how many scenarios he came up with his calculations showed the likely outcome not to be in favor of him keeping Jim. There was only a 4.675% likelihood that he would be allowed to keep his bond with Jim.
Spock lay Jim down on the mattress and pulled the blankets up and over Jim. The next few minutes were spent straightening the room back up, hiding the evidence of their indiscretions and getting himself mentally prepared to face his parents.
Spock sat down at the desk and watched Jim sleep. His body throbbed and burned to rip his cloths off and join Jim under the covers. To warm Jim's body with the heat building in his body, to fill Jim until he was screaming for Spock. He couldn't. He knew Jim felt the connection between them, knew he was Spock's K'diwa. That didn't mean he had the right to change Jim's life so dramatically. Of course that didn't mean that when, in all likelihood, he had to leave Jim behind to return to Vulcan, that the moment he got the chance he wouldn't find Jim again and complete their bond. Even if he had to wait until he went into Pon Farr, he would find Jim.
"Spock," Jim's voice was hoarse and heavy as she sat up, the blanket pooling around her waist, revealing her small perky breasts. Spock looked away briefly before striding to her chest of drawers and pulling out fresh cloths for her. He remained focused on acquiring suitable garments for her from what appeared to be male clothing.
"How long was I out?"
Spock turned back to face Jim, cloths in hand. "Approximately twelve minutes and forty-three seconds."
Jim chuckled lightly before crawling out of the bed, unashamed of her nudity. "I should get dressed then and see about starting some breakfast."
Jim flipped through the small pile of cloths. "No underwear, huh? You kinky little Vulcan." Jim threw Spock what he was coming to recognized as flirty smile and a wink.
Spock's eyebrow arched. "There didn't appear to be any suitable female undergarments."
Jim gave Spock a wink and a shrug as she pulled on a pair of faded black jeans. "I coulda' just worn some of the boxers. It's not like they aren't clean."
"They are not suitable for you."
Jim smiled as she grabbed an ace bandage from the dresser. "Mind helping me bind my chest? I don't have any available bras at the moment."
Spock found himself very aware of each brief touch of his fingers on Jim's cool, human flesh as he helped Jim wrapped the bandage suitably tight around her chest. As every other time it stirred things in his mind and groin. It was most unusual that he found himself already used to the contact, both physical and mental, when he had known Jim for under twelve Earth hours. A most fascinating development.
"Thanks, Spock." Jim smiled again at Spock before pulling on a black long-sleeved shirt. Jim pushed up onto her tip-toes and kissed Spock on the cheek. "Is there anything you prefer to have for breakfast?"
"Any sufficiently vegetarian food would be acceptable."
Jim smiled wider and slapped Spock's should lightly. "I think we can manage that."
Together they made there way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Spock took in the sight of the room with the warm, but weak light of a Terran sunrise coming through the window. It was much the same as it had been at night, save for the wire basket filled with eggs and the cleaned teacups sitting in a rack by the sink.
"Would you like milk, juice, water or tea with breakfast? Oh! I think there is still some coffee too."
"Tea will be sufficient." Spock watched Jim as she went about boiling water for tea. "Do you require assistance preparing the meal?"
"Depends." Jim quickly began looking through the cupboards. "Looks like it's either cream-of-wheat or cold cereal for breakfast."
Jim pulled out a plain tin that stated the contents contained within were cream-of-wheat. "Do you drink milk? 'Cause if not it looks like this is the only option."
"The cream-of-wheat is acceptable, Jim. I do not believe that I have ever partaken of this food."
"Really? Well its nothin' special." Jim pulled out another pan, which he began to prepare for the meal. "Would you like some fruit? I have some blueberries and strawberries from the garden out back."
Spock inclined his head and moved to help Jim start preparing the meal. He quickly located the fruit that Jim had mentioned and began to clean it off, all the while watching Jim move about the kitchen. He was pleased (not that he would admit to the emotion) to see how quick and efficient Jim was in cooking, directing and teaching him on the preparation and creation of the morning meal. They worked together in a smooth, easy rhythm, chatting softly about the difference between life on Earth and on Vulcan.
"You two are up early."
Spock turned and noticed his parents standing in the doorway watching the two of them. "We have prepared a meal of cream-of-wheat and fruit. Will you partake of some, Mother?"
Amanda smiled at Spock and moved to sit at the table. "That sounds lovely dear."
"Did you want some tea, Mr. and Mrs. Sarek? I have some milk, juice or coffee as well. Although I would have to make the coffee."
"I think I'll have some milk but I am sure my husband would prefer the tea."
"Can do." Jim turned to get a tall glass to fill with some of the freshly pasteurized milk from the barn, while Spock poured his father a cup of the tea. "Would you like blueberries, strawberries or both in your oatmeal?"
"I'll have the blueberries, Sarek I think would like the strawberries more."
Sarek inclined his head at his wife. "I shall allow your experience to make the wise choice, my wife."
Jim quickly dished up the bowls and tossed some of the fruit pieces on top before setting them on the table in front of the two adults. He spooned up two more bowls tossing of bit of both fruits on top and setting them down at the two empty seats where Spock and he would be sitting.
Breakfast was a fairly quiet affair after that, Mrs. Sarek quietly asking Jim the occasional question about the town and the local garage. Altogether it was the most relaxing breakfast of Jim's life. Sitting there with Spock's strong silent presence next him, the heat from Spock's body warming him and Mrs. Sarek's gentle and kind voice talking with her like she was an equal…was glorious. A Part of Jim hoped that they never leaved even while the other part of her told him that of course they would. They couldn't stay here in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere-Iowa forever.
"Would you like me to call for a tow now? We should be able to get a hold of Phil Blockman at the garage now."
"Thank you, Jim. I think we were about 5 miles up the road. It should be a silver Nutrino."
"Got'cha." Jim stood up and made his way to the vid-phone. "It'll just be a sec."
Spock watched as Jim's walked away, her jeans molded to the curves of her buttocks, enticing him. It would take so very little to rip the fabric from her body, revealing the sweet mound of her hot, wet vagina to his hungry hands and eyes. He tightened his jaw and forced his gaze away from her as the riotous, traitorous hunger race through him. He would not reveal such a lapse in emotional control in front of his Father. He was stronger than this.
As his eyes turned away from Jim they caught his Father's gaze. Spock fought to control his bodies sudden need to flinch and blush at being caught, even as his Father's brow raised in inquiry. He inclined his head in acknowledgement of his Father's request for clarification. He would find a way to insure his Father was not aware of how badly Jim had emotionally compromised him.
"Alright," Jim returned to the table with a wide grin. "Phil is on his way to get your car. Once he knows how bad the problem is he'll call back to let us know how long it'll take to fix it."
"Thank you, Jim. I hope we aren't over staying our welcome." Amanda gave Jim a small, soft smile.
"Naw. It's no trouble, Ma'am. I think we can all get along just fine."
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Translations:
1. K'hat'n'dlawa - one who is 'half of my heart and soul in its deepest sense; became unfashionable after Reformation because of its emotional connotation
2. K'diwa - shortened form of address for beings who are each other's k'hat'n'dlawa; equated to the Terran term 'beloved'
3. Ko-kuglasu - fiancee; a woman to whom a man is engaged to be married