Author's notes and Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Warning: This chapter contains a T-rated love scene.
Mine
Deeper and deeper he fell into her kiss. Their lips parted and he gazed at her. She sat before him, a picture of beauty, slowly unbuttoning her shirt.
His fingers touched the long silky hair that graced her face. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. He reached out to feel her breasts underneath her black bra.
T'Pol had other plans. She shifted and caressed his body with her lips and tongue, removing his only remaining clothing in the process. She moved on top of him and worked her magic until he almost screamed with pleasure and frustration.
He flipped her to her back and she opened herself. Desire, love, frustration, pain, joy fueled his movements. Harder and faster. He smelled her unique scent, he felt her soft, wet skin beneath him, and her legs embracing him. He tasted her desire and love, sensed a mixture of his and her emotions, past, present. Their worlds united. They were one.
"Say you are mine," he panted, as the burst of pleasure had come. "You are mine," she answered.
He turned cold. He wanted to get up and leave.
She kissed him with more tenderness then ever before. "And I am yours."