Please Tell My Wife

Chapter Eleven

Nyota heard his thoughts,

"Nyota, I did not mean to frighten you by my most intense thoughts."

"You have not and will never frighten me."

In the deepest recesses of his mind, Spock certainly hoped that would be the case. James had been privy of the Vulcan hormonal imbalance known as Pon Far, whether he had shared such information with his wife was doubtful.

With that encouragement Nyota noticed a slight change in his visage and noticed his perusal of the establishments that lined both side of Federation Boulevard. He activated the directional signal and before she knew it Spock had pulled up in front of a palatial hotel, waited for the valet to secure their vehicle and then escorted Nyota to the front desk,

"Do you have an accommodation designated as a 'Bridal Suite?"

"Yes Sir there are several."

"Do you have one totally private and isolated?"

"That would be our penthouse accommodations."

Spock deposited his chit on the counter as the clerk entered the information onto the computer.

"Sir, is there any luggage?"

"None."

The clerk placed an entry card key along with Spock's chit on the counter and advised Spock that the elevator would take them express to the penthouse.

Spock nodded and took Nyota arm as they proceeded to the elevator.

"Spock we are to return to James' home for Last Meal."

Looking down at her and with the Vulcan equivalent of a grin said,

"I do not believe I should be denied that for which I have longed for so many years because of a meal."

"Should I contact James and tell them to proceed without us?"

"That would be most wise", were his words as they reached their suite and Nyota registered surprise as Spock picked her up in his arms and after they exited the elevator he sent it back to ground level.

Spock held Nyota's arms as he looked into her eyes,

"Did you mean what you said in the vehicle?"

"I did."

Then with an uncommon display of emotion he said as he picked her up,

"It is not one way My Nyota, for I am yours."

With that statement he carried her across the living room area into a large spacious bedroom that allowed them to view the ocean. He knelt before her and said aloud,

"Nyota I have dreamed of you for years and tried to imagine what will now become a reality to me. I am certain that the actual realization will cause all other mental images to pale into insignificance."

Caressing her neck he closed his eyes and whispered,

"Will you allow me to see your body unadorned?"

Spock then stood and faced Nyota.

The lump in Nyota throat prevented her from verbalizing an answer, she simply nodded in the affirmative. With that allowance Spock reached down and started at her throat and very slowly started to remove her clothing, one piece at a time, unhurriedly, with steady hands and sure fingers. When the only two pieces left covered her most intimate areas, he looked at her with his eyes intense with longing and wonder. He placed her hands at the row of buttons that he indicated that she should now address. Nyota had been married to a human for well over twenty five years, knew exactly how James would respond to her touch but she had no idea how different this experience would be but she knew for a certain that Spock would be gentle with her and that she would be a very willing partner.

Nyota had kicked off her shoes and now only in his own underwear Spock removed his boots. "Taluhk nash-veh K'dular Nyota" (I cherish thee Nyota). I have lived a life apart from you as a shell of a male, you now will make me whole."

His kisses were like flames on her flesh, he sent to her how he would continue their intimacy before it was initiated. He was masterful in his attentions and through the bond he would lead Nyota ever forward and she could truly say within the bond he had taken her where she had never gone before.

They were both breathless and Spock was holding her in a tight embrace. It was then that she remembered that she had not contacted her children. In her present state of undress she certainly could not contact them through the com unit in the living room. Instead she sent a message apologizing and advising her children that the business at the embassy had required that they stay longer than anticipated and that they would return the next morning.

They were facing one another on the bed and Spock was running his fingers through her hair. She then noticed the scar on his abdomen and running her fingers across the raised tissues inquired,

"Spock, where and when did you receive this injury?"

Spock wondered to himself if the presence of the scar had decided for him not to ever be seen in swimming trunks.

"That scar is of long standing. I received it when I was seven years old during one of my ventures into the forge."

"The forge?"

"It is a wild, untamed desert area on my home planet. It is the place a Vulcan youth goes at seven years of age to address his kahs'wan . "

"His what?"

"It is a time of testing that Vulcan males must survive without food, water or weapon. The completion of this tests proves to all your worthiness to carry your family and clan names. Prior to that time I was only known as Spock, son of Sarek. Now my name includes my lateral history that traces my line back to Surek, the founder of Vulcan logic.* It was he who brought our people up from the savage clannish wars that, if they had continued, would have led to our extinction. It was during this test that I met with a fierce kahm-yekculsu (a carnivorous animal) and was saved from certain death by my pet, sehlat who killed the beast but at the cost of his own life. I grieved for a long time and realized that even an animal can have an attachment so strong that they are willing to die a sacrificial death. But it also ingrained in me the need to logically do all I could to save either my life or the life of another in order to if at all possible, prevent grief. I do know of one occasion I failed in this regard."

With a very pensive look on her face she said,

"So while James had a similar mind set all would agree that his was tainted by recklessness, while yours was elevated by logic. The two of you made an excellent team."

"Be assured that I will not by default take on that endearing quality of my friend."**

Spock ran his fingers down her face and traced his mark on her body and breathed heavily,

"I would be gratified if you would advise me that my conduct during our intimacy did not alarm you or cause you severe discomfort."

"Spock, you told me that we would complete one another and that is exactly what happened."

Then placing her palm on his cheek she gently placed her lips on his and whispered,

"Maybe you would be willing for us to complete one another again?"

He groaned with anticipation and took her into his arms and kissed his bondmate passionately as she murmured in Vulcan "Taluhk nash-veh K'dular", (I cherish thee).

*The thought of receiving full family recognition is not cannon.

**Maybe some might find it unnerving for this conversation about a now deceased husband to be out of place in this setting, but neither one of these parties are in the least bit threatened by this conversation, they are simply shared memories.