A/N: I guess I am breaking my own record, jut to let you know I really, really enjoyed writing this chapter and you will see why...lol. Once again I like to thank all who is enjoying my writing, it makes me very happy that I am doing something that I love that is bringing so much joy to others. Thanks to my beta she is so coolbeans...lol and thanks for the reviews, comments and e-friendships please keep them coming!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Star Trek or Every Breath You Take by The Police...just my love and imagination! Enjoy!
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Chapter Twelve: Going Down the Rabbit Hole…
Christine was surprised to discover how disappointed she felt when her visit with Trace's family was cut two days short due to problems on Trace's job.
"I'm sorry this happened, honey," Trace said, apologetic. His face expressed disappointment. "But I guess that is what happens when you leave idiots in charge. I have to be in Iowa by tomorrow afternoon. I hope the design for the new starship will not be compromised by Federation red tape."
"I understand," Christine replied, and she really did
On the other hand she was happy to get back to the Academy early. It gave her more time to put the first phase of her Get Spock to Love Me plan into action.
Trace made sure Christine was safely inside her quarters before going home to set up several conference calls in order to leave for Iowa the next afternoon.
"I will call you before I leave." he promised, planting a kiss on Christine that left her breathless.
"Are you sure you can't stay the night?" she asked, her head spinning.
"I'm sure," he replied regrettably. He kissed her again. "Thank you for a wonderful week," he murmured against her ear.
"No, thank you," she said. "Your family made me feel right at home."
She reluctantly closed the door. "Trace, if only you were Spock," she sighed, leaning against the door. "Oh well…" She shrugged her shoulders.
Several minutes later Christine rushed to her closet, dug into the back and pulled out her cherished box. She jumped on the bed and sighed happily as she opened it and pulled out her Spock doll.
"Hello, darling," she murmured, smothering the doll with kisses. "I really missed my Spockie so much."
She proceeded to tell Spockie about her adventure in Texas. "I had a great time with Trace and his family," she admitted. "And going horseback riding each morning to watch the sunrise was so romantic, as well as a few other things…" Her cheeks turned bright pink as she fondly remembered the hot sex between her and Trace…
By the babbling brook…
In the hayloft…
In the shower…
On the tractor…
"But I wasn't there with you," she continued, sounding a little miffed. "So…I have a surprise for you…" She brought Spockie up to her mouth and whispered into the doll's ear, her eyes twinkling.
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Christine quickly slipped into the building undetected and took the turbo lift to the fourth floor—the same floor Spock's quarters were located. She looked both ways, making sure the hallway was empty as she scurried to his door and keyed in his security code. A wave of perverse pleasure washed over her as the door silently swooshed open, inviting her in. Her heart skipped a beat as she found herself standing in his living area as the door closed behind her.
It pays to be a nurse where you have privy to everyone's medical secrets. Take poor Ensign Millar who works in campus security for an example. His wife would not have appreciated the fact that her oh-so-devoted husband had contracted the Polaris Bug Virus on his weekend excursion to Mars Colony V for some male bonding.
The Polaris Bug Virus is a sexually transmitted disease. The Polaris Bug crawls into the male body through the opening in the male sexual organ. This disease is so deadly that the only cure, despite modern 23rd century medicine, is to destroy the Polaris Bug inside the body by pounding the male sexual organ with such intensity that the bug crawls out and dies. If the disease is contracted by a human female, it is instant death. Ensign Millar would have sold his own mother to the Orion slave traders to keep his secret.
The only favor Christine requested from him was the security codes to Commander's Spock quarters.
She pulled Spockie from her coat pocket. "Look, Spockie, this is where the real you lives." Christine walked further into Spock's living area and ran a hand over the furniture. Her breath caught in her throat with every touch.
"Your kitchen is so you," she chuckled. "Everything is in order and clean." She lifted the doll up to let it watch as she opened and closed each cabinet.
Christine, with great anticipation, walked into Spock's bedroom and gasped as she eyed the bed. "This is where we are going to make love," she stated as a fact.
She carefully opened his closet to touch and smell his clothes.
She moaned.
"Your smell is so arousing."
After touching all of Spock's things, she shed her clothes and danced around the room, holding Spockie to her bare breasts as she hummed her favorite song by the popular 20th century band The Police…
"Oh can't you see, you belong to me…
How my poor heart aches…
With every step you take…"
She lied on the bed.
Eyes closed.
Legs opened.
Christine slowly began caressing her breasts with Spockie, moaning in pleasure as the hard, cold doll rubbed against her hardened nipples.
"Spock," she whispered, licking her lips. "Bite them…bite them hard…"
The fire between her legs spread like kindling wood throughout the rest of her body.
"Fuck me, you sexy Vulcan," she said urgently, rubbing Spockie over her quivering stomach, moving the doll downward…
Downward…
Arching her back in anticipation…
"Since you been gone I been lost without a trace…"
Christine needed to feel him inside of her…
She desperately wanted him to distinguish the fire that burned in her loins…
"I dream at night I can only see your face…"
She needed release…
"I look around, but it's you I can't replace…"
Christine caressed her inner thighs with Spockie and laid him between her breasts as she inserts two fingers inside her…
"I feel so cold and I long for your embrace…"
Smiling as her slippery wetness welcomed her touch…
"Oh, Spock, give it to me," she cried, using her thumb to rub her clitoris. "That feels so good, so good…Ahh…Spock how wickedly delicious."
She thrust her lower body upward to meet the delightful pleasures her fingers were giving her. Visions of Spock danced around her head, bringing her closer to ecstasy. The tightness in her abdomen signaled she was about to explode.
"Spock! Spock! SPOCK!!" she screamed in delight…
"I keep crying baby, baby please…"
Trashing her head from side to side…
"Mmmm…nice," she complimented, trembling in the after glow. She brought Spockie to her lips and kissed him. "Wonderful as usual," she sighed happily.
She lie there in perfect contentment for ten minutes before getting up to dress. She threw his bedcover in the sonic washer to get rid of the evidence that she was there and placed it back on once the bedcover was dried.
Before leaving, Christine looked around to make sure nothing was out of place. She put Spockie back into her coat pocket and left quickly, becoming one with the night.
"I told you we were going to make love on his bed," she beamed, proud of herself. "What's that? Of course the real you is going to do things to me that I can only imagine." She giggled.
"Every move you make…
Every step you make…
I'll be watching you…" she hummed happily, skipping like Alice going down the rabbit hole.
A/N: Every Breath You Take is the perfect stalker song...lol as I told my beta I was feeling evilly wicked when I wrote this chapter...hehehaha (I still gotta get a Spock doll)
R/R and I hope you enjoyed reading this as much fun as I had writting it! The next chapter our fav couple will be heading back to the Academy...
