Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek
Just to confirm, this is a collection of stories, not a single story, they all focus on the destruction of Vulcan, and how Vulcans / humans must adapt.
I will get back to Spock/Nyota at some point – and will show two Spock Pon Farr's. But thought it might be good to see Pon Farr from someone who had experienced it before, and was in a totally different situation.
This chapter isn't particularly graphic. But it is intense and might pass for M.
The Seven Year Debt - Part 2
Magda turned on the emergency lanterns in her quarters. As the lights flickered on she remembered that she had hung her laundry out to dry on a makeshift drying rack in the main living area. She felt herself go hot with embarrassment. Her underwear was hanging up there...of course did it really matter if he saw her underwear at this point?
She swallowed. She watched his eyes take in her quarters. He was dressed well, in expensive clothes. He probably had never seen a place like this before.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't have money to pay for my electricity this month...I gave it all to the lawyer to help me get my son back." She closed her eyes. Don't think about it. Crying gets you nowhere. "Anyway..."
"That is quite alright," he said. He stopped looking around the room and looked back to her. They stood about three meters apart. There was a sofa and a small coffee table in between them.
She nodded in assessment. Besides her laundry, the room was tidy, if not precisely spick-and-span. It was hard to vacuum a carpet with out electricity.
She realized something. "I don't know your name."
Taking a step towards her he said, "My name is Keval."
"Keval," she said, practicing the sound of it on her tongue.
Keval's face was set in its usual calm, now. Except for the day that Vulcan was destroyed she'd never seen any expression on it at all. She couldn't imagine his face twisting like the Vulcan's on the holo. The ones that went crazy. He was breathing deeply. That was the only thing that seemed off.
Keval took another step towards her. He now stood in front of the couch. He looked very handsome...tall, dark hair, lean-- his eyebrows were a little scary. She didn't mind the pointy ears though.
What should she do?
"Would you like that cup of tea?" She asked.
"Magda, if you want me to leave, you must ask me to go now." Keval bent his head and looked at the floor.
Magda bit her lip. "What do you need?"
His head snapped up so quickly Magda took a step back. He walked towards her. "I need to bond with you. Then I will need to mate."
Magda looked at the floor. "Will it hurt?" she asked. He was so close she could feel his breath on her face. It was too warm, as though he had a fever.
"If we start now...it will be better."
Warm fingers came to her face. Magda shivered even though the contact was warm. It had been so long since a man had touched her, and this was oddly...close? Sexual? Loving? She wasn't sure what the words were.
What did she really have to lose? Everything was gone. The last time she'd let a man touch her the only good thing in her life had happened to her.
Closing her eyes she said, "Okay."
Keval's hand began to shake. "My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts..."
He was so relieved, Magda realized. A weight had lifted from his shoulders. It made sense. Yes, perfect sense. When he lost his wife his heart had lost its home. And his body had lost its mate. He had not sought what he needed, so his body and his mind had rebelled, forced the time on early. It was quite rational really, from an evolutionary perspective, to seek a new mate as soon as possible...
Magda's eyes flew open. That was...not her thinking...
Keval's dark brown eyes met her own. It is us. He didn't speak it, she felt it.
She felt him. Not just in her mind. Everywhere. In her, in him. Where his fingers touched her cheek she felt her coolness at the same time she felt his warmth.
His face was calm...his breathing regular now. She had given him some more time. More time before he became someone else. That thing that was seeking it was mollified...sated...
"I know what that means," Magda said out loud, "I know what mollified and sated mean."
Yes. He was happy. Grateful.
She felt like a wind was blowing through her. He was looking for something...looking for things...she felt him trip over something...
"Ah, your son..." Keval said.
Dropping his hand from her face he came closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, and she knew he did it because he knew that is what she wanted.
"I left him alone...because I had to," Magda said.
"I know."
"He was fine...he is only five, but Jimmy is so smart. Not like me at all..." She murmured.
"Shhhh......My Magda."
"They said I was an unfit parent."
"You are not, unfit...you were just alone...."
She felt despair welling in her. And as it welled in her it welled in him. And suddenly she understood that if she continued to go in that direction they would both be consumed. Images of a little boy with pointy ears and dark hair and a face set like stone...his fingers on hers...no on Keval's...the little boy was happy behind that stone face...
Her heart wanted to break...
She forced herself to think of everything good she had ever known. Her granny, a sunny day on Earth in Iowa, huge expansive blue skies with no biosphere overhead, chocolate chip cookies...
Chocolate chip cookies?
Yes. Warm from the oven. Melting on her tongue.
What made him happy? Equations filled her mind. The world was made of equations.
x + 6 = 108
x = 102
That was so simple...she hadn't know that? She hadn't know that.
She felt concerned, no his concern. Felt his forehead drop against her own.
Now she did know it though...and she knew..there were numbers for every ripple in a pool of water, for the swing of the planets around their stars, for her and Keval...they weren't just bodies...they were light...energy....
E = mc2
She knew what that meant too.
Chocolate chip cookies. Melting on her tongue.
His arm around her. His forehead against hers. His body pulling closer. The warmth spreading from where he touched her to her center. To his center. The length of him pressed against her. The heat on her lips where she wished he would kiss her. Then did kiss her. Very softly.
"Magda, we do not have much time before it comes back." Keval whispered, side of his face pressed against hers, lips near her ear. "Let me be what you want just once...before you do not recognize me anymore."
She nodded. She knew what was coming. She could sense it, a dark animal crouching in the corner of his mind.
They made love. That first time was like everything they always showed in the romance holos she liked to watch. Except he didn't say I love you. Or whisper in her ear how beautiful she was. And his face calm without emotion the whole time. But he was so gentle. So tender. And he knew exactly what she needed, what she wanted to feel, what felt good. It felt so wonderful to be held, and he was so warm...Afterward he'd laid beneath her on the couch as she'd gone to sleep on his chest. He didn't sleep, he just lay beneath her, eyes open in the dark.
When she woke up it was back.
He was no longer underneath her. She knew where he was. It was in her mind. He was in the sanitary cubicle rifling through everything she had there. Looking for anything that he could use as lubricant...she blushed...felt warm...felt desire...felt fear.
He didn't want to hurt her. He was looking through her house...for things that would make it better.
Feeling her awaken, Keval stood up in the cubicle, she could sense it. But he didn't come to her, even thought he wanted to, he went to the one little bedroom in her quarters, her son's room.
The bed in there will work. Maybe. It was an option. His thoughts...not hers.
More of Keval's thoughts came in a rush. But how could they take him away from you Magda? How could they take him away? How could they be so heartless?
Magda heard the sound of pounding. Wrapping her waitress uniform around her body she ran into the room where Keval was standing, naked, beating a hole in the wall with his fists in frustration, despair and anger. She knew. Felt it from him.
She'd beat her fists at things too. But it hadn't helped -- and she hadn't put holes in the walls.
Reaching from behind she wrapped her arms around Keval and felt him shake. Ripping her hands off he pulled her around to face him, sank down to the ground, and pulling her on top of him he pushed inside of her.
There was a lag, a moment a few heartbeats long when she was startled. But then she was feeling everything that he was feeling. How tightly her body wrapped around him. How soft she was. Lust. Gratitude. Madness. Magda closed her eyes as a loud moan filled her ears. Hers. His. Theirs. Keval sank his teeth into the soft skin just beneath her lower jaw and she cried out half in pleasure and half in pain.
x x x x x x x
They were both gasping for breath. Magda felt calm for a moment. Kevals' calm.
"Did you know, Magda," he whispered, rocking her in his lap, still panting for breath, "Did you know that humans' closest living genetic relative is an ape? The Bonobo Chimp. It has most unusual mating habits. The males will copulate with any female not their mother."
She did not know.
"Of course not. Well, the Bonobo is relatively peaceful creature," Keval continued. "When the males become aggressive a female will take them aside and have intercourse with them. This stems the aggression...acts as a sort of 'release valve' I suppose you would say.
"I have wondered if Vulcans in Pon Farr aren't like Bonobo apes...only for us it is all emotions. Our emotions start and we cannot stop them...we must mate...but also bond because we need a safety valve for our body and our minds...and only one mate will do. " He said, rocking her faster in his lap now. The calm was leaving.
"You are not an animal, Keval," Magda whispered.
His gratitude ripped through her, so great and deep it nearly tore her apart. She felt tears burn in her eyes...Then felt his lust. He pressed himself against her. Needing.
"Do it. Its okay," she whispered. She tried to kiss him, but he caught her bottom lip in a bite and pushed her down onto the floor.
x x x x x x x x
"Magda," Keval said. Almost, not quite calm. He didn't need to speak she realized. He could have told her in her mind...but no, speaking right now was also a release.
"Magda, I think you should tie me to the bed. I think it will hold me."
Magda looked up at her son's small twin from where she lay exhausted on the floor, hardly able to move her legs. The headboard and base board were made of some sort of artificial wood -- and had slats.
Was it really necessary?
"Yes...yes...yes...Magda! It is necessary!" Keval barked. "Do you not see what is happening to me? Do you not understand? This. Is. Not. Over."
Jumping up he moved away from her, running a hand across his forehead. He was frustrated, she knew.
"I do not want to hurt you!" He screamed.
Rising shakily to her feet she whispered, "I know." And Magda did know. She knew he absolutely did not want to hurt her. He felt indebted to her beyond words -- an obligation without end.
Grabbing her by the arm Keval spun her around and bent her over the bed.
The next time he was temporarily sated she tied him down.
x x x x x x x x
Over the next two days she gave him release in any way she could. She sat astride him, or used her mouth, but began using her hands more and more simply due to exhaustion. She started scratching him, because he asked her to. Mostly across his chest...he liked it. Which meant she liked it. It turned him on, so it turned her on. His skin became so raw that blood began to break through. Little green scratches appeared, she licked it away for him, and he absolutely loved that.
In between Keval would sometimes be surprisingly lucid and calm...especially considering he was tied by ankles and wrists to her son's tiny single.
Sometimes she would fall over and sleep on his chest, feeling a weird sense of contentment and stillness from him. Other times she would wipe him down with a warm damp towel and talk to him.
"Don't you need to use the bathroom?" she asked him halfway through the first day.
"I have not imbibed enough fluids or food to need to."
"Would you like some water, or some food?" she asked.
"But then Magda, I would need to use the bathroom."
That made Magda laugh.
"Mmmmm...." Keval said, his eyes shutting, "Your laugh feels so good..."
Then he started purring, which made Magda laugh harder...and made Keval feel even happier. Happiness, like every feeling just seemed to make him more amorous -- 'amorous'...she didn't have to look the word up...
...He looked down at himself and up at her.
She smiled and wrapped her hands around him.
x x x x x x x x
On the third day things became a more intense. Every little flash of emotion seemed to send him off instantly. If she left the room to go to the bathroom or to get a drink of water he would start to scream for her to come back. It was hard to walk just feeling the desperation in her gut...his desperation.
He kept trying to bite her. Then he would feel ashamed for trying and mumble, "You are not really mine, you are not really mine."
"Shhhhhh...Keval," she would say, "I'm yours. I'm yours."
Eventually she just broke down and gave him a wrist to bite down on. When she did she gasped. Through the pain there came this emotion that was...strange and alien and dark. It wrapped around her, made her want him inside of her...and of course he'd want to help her with that. But her body was too weak to really give herself to him anymore. Her legs felt like rubber. Her arms were tired.
It was on the third day that her comlink rang. It was work.
Keval was at that moment chanting in Vulcan. Magda had never studied Vulcan, but felt rather than knew that it loosely translated into, "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me..." It would have frightened her a few days ago. But now she knew somehow that it was kind of just a normal thing. She even knew it would pass -- but she knew, felt, that Keval didn't understand it would pass. He was beyond understanding.
Magda sat at what passed for a table as she listened to her comm. "Are you sure you can't come in today, Magda? Shirley is really sick. If you just have a cold or a light fever maybe we could give you a hypo..."
She felt panic begin to trickle into her mind. Then the trickle became a flood. It was Keval's panic. From her son's room Magda started to hear banging. Switching the comm off of speaker she said, "I'd really like to come in..."
The sound of loud snapping rang through Magda's ears. "...but I can't. I have to go, I..." She turned off the comm just as Keval came through the door snarling. He came up behind her before she could even move. Pinning her flat to the table he growled, "You will not go anywhere. You are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine."
It could have been worse. His desire mixed with her pain, so she felt both at the same time. But she was tired...and it was just too much. Eventually she passed out.