warning SEXUAL CONTENT



.first time.

Clothes are peeled away and form colorful piles on the floor. She has wanted this and she knows he has too. She can feel it when his fingers graze over her skin, down her shoulders, around her breasts and her hips. His hands slip under her bum, down her thighs and back around to the front. Along the way, he applies slight pressures, gentle pinches on specific nerves.

How strange, she thinks, that he is able to read her so easily. She lays naked under him, the only thing seperating them is the thin fabric of his underwear. She touches his face, along the jawline, up to his ears. His body shudders at this and he sets his body against her, their pelvis' fitting together, their legs tangle. Their kisses are long and passionate, he gently bites her bottom lilp, she runs her tongue briefly over one of his canines.

"Nyota," he purrs in her ear, while touching her hair, her beautiful, silk like hair. He's imagined it like this, down and spread around her face, framing it like a photograph. He wants her to feel everything he feels, to know how deeply he cares for her.

He is heavier than she expected, though the weight of him is welcoming, the warmth of his skin. His lips are hot across her neck, on the hallow of her throat. She is almost at her peak, just from his fingers on her nerves. She cannot wait any longer. In a quick motion of her hands, he is out of the boxers, and inside of her.

"Oh..." she breathes, her eyes rolling back. He touches her temple, the other hand grabs her hip, holding tight. There will be a bruise, but she doesn't care. She wants the proof, the marks. Their movements are a bit jumbled, their pace is off.

He comes with a grunt, pulling her hair a bit. He presses to her temple again, giving her an orgasm, which she experiences silently. He propts himself up on his arms, still hovering. His eyes are glossed over, black and intense. "I do apologize," he exhales, looking away. "Was that to your satisfaction?" he asks.

She chuckles. "Very much so." She shakes her head, touches his ears again. A smile splays across her face.

She glows, feels as if she is floating and only his weight is holding her down. She runs her fingers through his hair. Their chests press together and she can feel his heart-beat, pulsing, living. There are so many words, so many thoughts she wants to express, but she remains silent.

He kisses her, soft and light. He is trembling down to his bones. There was a peace in this moment, one he'd never experienced before, not even with his two previous lovers. It serine, silent. A bond had been formed, cemented.

Spock listens to their breathing, slow, in sync. This, he believes, is what love is.