Disclaimer: still not mine. shocker.
I know it took a while, but I wanted it to be perfect. Don't know if I succeeded or not, I'll let you decide.
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It was a slow day for Transporter Room One. No emergency beam-outs or mid-air energizing, not even a by-the-book transport. But that all changed when three men came running down the hall, two from one direction and one from the other. They converged at the transporter room doors and entered together, startling poor Ensign Spencer when all three barked 'Dismissed!' at the same moment. As soon as the frightened ensign scurried out of the room, Kirk and Spock positioned themselves directly in front of the transporter pad while Scotty took a seat at the transporter controls.
"Ya better not be jokin' with me, Kirk." Scotty growled, programming the transporter for the next beam. "'Cause I'm a wee bit unstable at the moment."
"She's alive!" Kirk insisted. "She's with that old guy who was with me on Delta Vega! Remember?"
Scotty looked the Captain over critically before grinning. "Then what are we waitin' for?"
"For you two to cease this pointless, illogical, ridiculous, time-wasting conversation!" Spock put in, his voice rising in agitation with every word. "If you're finished, perhaps we can return to the matter at hand and bring Bonnie aboard?"
"Our bad, buddy." Kirk muttered in unison with Scotty's reluctant, "Sorry, Spock."
Scotty worked the transporter controls, but let them go at the last moment and whispered a rushed 'Hail Mary'. "Here we go, lads. Energizing."
All three turned as the pad activated. The swirling lights danced on the pad, brightening and then fading, leaving Bonnie standing before them. She was wrapped in a hooded Vulcan robe, making her look like a child wearing her parent's clothing. The oversized robe dragged behind her on the floor, the sleeves went way past her hands and Spock had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. She smiled at them all softly. Her hair was done up with fancy ribbons and the left side of her face was covered in an artistic, swirling pattern, but none of it mattered next to that smile.
Scotty seemed to agree. He charged her and scooped Bonnie up, holding her tightly. There was no spinning or tickling this time, just a brother assuring himself that his sister was alive and safe. As Scotty and Kirk closed in on Bonnie, Spock backed away until he was pressed up against the bulkhead. His intense stare never left her and his eyes grew darker as he searched her face and body almost hungrily. He existed in conflict, just seeing her. Relief had flooded his system when she'd materialized, but at the same moment, he was overcome by something primal and demanding. There had been no time to dwell on their meld before she was taken; did she know? Did she know how fundamentally they were joined? Could she sense the bond he'd created with her? But while his body was burning to claim her, his mind was strangely patient as she reunited with her brother. Let them hug and catch up. Let her do the same with Jim too, for that matter. He could wait, secure in the knowledge that she was his. And when they were finally alone…she would know it, too.
Scotty finally released Bonnie – not because he wanted to but because she insisted he was cracking ribs. Just a moment after Scotty had put her down, Kirk swooped in and picked Bonnie up bridal style with a huge grin on his face. Kirk spun Bonnie around, threw her into the air, and blew raspberries on her neck, both of them laughing.
"Don't ever leave again!" Kirk shouted above their laughter. "These two clowns were useless without you!"
Kirk set her back down and the jovial mood in the room was immediately replaced by tense and awkward silence. During their rough-housing, the clasp on Bonnie's Vulcan robe must have come undone. As soon as she was on her own two feet, the robe slipped from her tiny frame, leaving her in the revealing slave-girl outfit.
"Wow." Kirk said lowly, looking her up and down. Glancing at Spock out of the corner of his eye, Kirk gave a wicked smirk. "I'm thinking you have an interesting story to tell, Bonnie. One that might best be told after you and I have a long, sweaty pillow fight…or maybe while you feed me grapes."
"I'll be feedin' ya yer own pair o' grapes if ya don't stop leerin' at me sister, Kirk." Scotty warned.
"Aw, you're such a good big brother, Monty." Bonnie said, rolling her eyes. Nonetheless, it was sweet and Bonnie threw her arms around Scotty's neck.
"Ah, ah, ah. No touchy." Scotty ground out, totally uncomfortable. He grabbed Bonnie's forearms and removed her, holding her at least three feet away from him. "Sorry, Tidbit, but I canna be around ya when yer dressed like that. I mean, o' course I missed ya! But this is just so…eww. And since I want to be able to look ya in the eye again, I'm gonna go. Bye!"
Scotty bolted out of the room like his engines were on fire. Kirk walked up to Bonnie slowly and gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek, ignoring the rumbling growl coming from Spock.
"Welcome back, wicked pixie." Kirk smiled down on her softly.
"Thanks, Jim." Bonnie replied, eyes becoming misty.
Kirk leaned down and whispered in her ear, "He was a wreck without you. Make it right, okay?"
"Okay." she whispered back. He gave her another kiss on the cheek and left, but not without throwing a wink in Spock's direction.
The transporter room doors closed behind Kirk with a small rush of air and the room was left in total silence. Spock's gaze never left her, even as her eyes were focused intently on her bare feet. For some inexplicable reason, Bonnie felt shy. Around Spock, of all people! This man meant more to her than language was capable of conveying, but there was so much to say! So much had happened that she didn't know where to start. So she went with the first thing she thought of.
"Hi." Bonnie said softly, a timid smile playing on her lips.
"Hello." Spock replied, his voice lower than normal.
Her confidence bolstered, Bonnie approached him. It was like their first meeting, in a way. Her focus was devoted to him and him alone, mere shadows of his true emotions gently washing over her. Nothing existed outside his dark eyes and it didn't feel like she was walking toward him anymore, it felt like she was being pulled. Hairs rose on her arms and the back of her neck; a light flush slowly crept onto her face. Something in his expression and those deep black orbs filled her with breathless anticipation. Every female instinct in her body was on alert and practically vibrating in response to him; something big was about to happen. It thrilled and frightened her, but she carried herself forward.
She stopped only inches from him, close enough to feel the body heat rolling off him in waves but not yet touching him. Looking at her mate, Bonnie was shocked to see he looked almost…scared. He was pressed hard up against the bulkhead; his eyes were impossibly wide, staring at her unblinkingly and his breath came in rapid, shallow pants. On instinct, she ran her fingertips over one of his eyebrows and followed the curve of his face down the jaw line. It didn't have the desired effect. Instead of calming him and reassuring him with her presence, his body jolted at the light touch as if startled by it.
"What's wrong?" Bonnie asked uncertainly, losing her confidence. "Aren't you glad to see me?"
Spock's head snapped up sharply at the question. "Of course I am, Bonnie. But, I am afraid the emotional nature of your return has compromised my control." he lowered his head shamefully and nearly whispered, "I do not wish to hurt you."
Bonnie shook her head and smiled softly. Stepping into him, Spock's breath hitched as her body came into full contact with his. Her breath ghosted over his ear as she whispered, "You would never hurt me. I trust you, t'hy'la."
That word. Coming from Bonnie's lips, that one word made Spock snap. No more patience or control, just heart-breaking, mind-shattering, soul-consuming need.
One moment Bonnie was standing against him lightly and the next, Spock's body had her pinned to the bulkhead. Her mind was swimming and she felt dizzy. He was hard and hot against her; his dark irises were now indistinguishable from the jet black of his pupil. The intensity of his gaze burned through her and her head fell back against the wall, something like a whimper escaping her. His long fingers pressed against her face, but there was no whispered 'my mind to your mind'. As soon as his fingertips touched her, lust like she'd never felt before rolled through her body. Every nerve was electrified and his heat consumed her. His lust fed her own and then their lips crashed together, neither sure who had made the first move.
Every touch was amplified by their meld as images and fantasies from his mind poured into hers. His lips slid across hers and in her mind, she could see Spock kissing down her naked body as she sucked on his fingers. When she tore her mouth away from his and licked and nipped at his ear, she saw his hips grinding against hers with aching sensuality and heard their mingled, desperate cries. She tilted her head back against the wall as Spock frantically kissed down the column of her neck, but Spock's mind fed her another sinful fantasy; she felt his hot breath against her pulse point as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and pushed into her for the first time. Spock cupped her breast, running his thumb over the tight peak and Bonnie saw a silhouette of herself, riding Spock, her breasts bouncing closer and closer to his face until he took one in his mouth. The flow of images stopped as Spock removed his hand from her face. Bonnie almost cried out at the loss of that incredible double ecstasy, the combined pleasures of their bodies and minds. But she quickly forgot about those sexual visions, because Spock now had two hands free to explore her body. The ecstasy of the physical was building up to impossible heights and it more than made up for the loss of their mental connection.
It was desperate and frenzied, even slightly hysterical. Their hands were moving over each other so fast and their kisses were all teeth and tongues and bruising strength. It was a struggle – a struggle to be closer, a struggle for dominance, a struggle toward the fleeting, inexpressible rapture of completion. For Spock, lust may have been the tip of the spear, but fear, worry, relief, and anger at her kidnapping was driving it forward almost violently. Spock grasped her upper arms tightly and held her against the wall as he plundered and ravaged her mouth. Even in his compromised state, a small part of him was worried he was hurting her. However, that fear was laid to rest as Bonnie hooked a leg over his hip and ground herself against him, moaning and crying out into their kiss. Still pinning her, Spock moved down her body, kissing and sucking at her neck and then her breasts. Bonnie fought half-heartedly against his exquisite torture; part of her was frantic with the need to touch him, too, but another part, a larger part, reveled in his mad passion.
Bonnie's writhing pleasure only fed his desire and Spock attacked her already aching breasts with renewed vigor. She yelped as he gently bit down on one nipple, but it was quickly replaced by a long moan. He repeated the wonderful torment on the other, swirling his tongue around her puckered peaks and letting his hand drift down to her flat, painted stomach. His mouth followed the trail downward, abandoning her breasts. He nipped and licked down her stomach, a firm grip on her waist. But soon, the flood of emotions that fueled his intense need became overwhelmed by something else as he became aware of their position.
He was kneeling before her, his face against her stomach. His kisses slowed and he became overwhelmed with awe. Ancient Vulcans, in their savage and primitive religion, had revered the female body, even worshipped it. The female form was considered the most holy thing in creation, for a woman could do that which only God was capable of: create and nurture life. But Surak had taught them differently. He maintained it was illogical to hold one gender above another, for both were needed to foster new life. It was a logical argument, yes, but didn't seem to hold up as truth when compared to this moment. He found serenity in her, but also passion. She calmed his emotions but made him aware of them at the same time. The mere thought of her inspired deep and intense love to flow through him. It was too strong to be suppressed and strangely, he found he didn't want or need to restrain it. It connected him to something higher than himself. It connected him to them, him and Bonnie together. Spock never imagined he would think this, but…Surak was wrong. She was holy. She was sacred. And he would worship at the alter of her body and mind forever.
Bonnie slowly came out of her lust-induced haze when Spock's hands and lips stopped moving. Looking down, Spock had a loose grip on her hips and his head was bowed in front of her stomach. It confused her, of course, but she knew her mate well enough to see that whatever he was experiencing was more important than sex. Bonnie ran a hand through his hair gently and he buried his face into her stomach.
The realization of his unfathomable connection to her brought back every emotion he'd experienced while she was gone. All the worry and fear returned, intensified by his revelation. What if she'd been killed? How could he have survived without her? He pressed his face hard into her exposed abdomen, breathing heavily.
"Spock? Talk to me. What can I do?" Bonnie whispered, stroking Spock's hair as he kneeled in front of her.
A staggered breath escaped him and his voice broke as he answered, "Your absence…affected me deeply."
Bonnie smiled down on him gently. "I missed you, too, love."
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Bonnie woke up suddenly, looking at her surroundings with confusion. She slumped back on the bed and smiled in the dark when she remembered: she was in Spock's quarters. His arm was firmly around her waist and his hot, naked skin was pressed against her. Despite the heavy emotions of their reunion, their lust could only be stalled momentarily, not stopped. They practically ran from the transporter room to his quarters and then…she blushed and let a small giggle escape. She would never say a bad word about Vulcan control again; he'd spent hours worshipping her body before satisfying his own need for release. There really were no words for how incredible it was. It had been spiritual, yet intensely primal, a combination she hadn't thought possible.
Catching a flickering light from the corner of her eye, she remembered what had woken her up. Looking at Spock's computer screen, her face blanched as she saw the planet Saturn, gray and yellow and surrounded by rings, flashing on the screen. It was the symbol of her agency cell; Titan was trying to contact her. Slipping carefully out of Spock's grasp, she pulled on one of his robes and sat at the desk. Activating the call, Titan's face occupied the screen. He still looked stern and dignified, but she could see the relief and happiness in his eyes.
"Tethys." he said professionally. His face softened and he smiled slightly. "Bonnie. You're okay?"
"No worse for wear." she shrugged. "How did you know I was here?"
"Jesus, Bonnie, one of our agents – not to mention my goddaughter – was lost! Did you really think we wouldn't be monitoring Enterprise? We were aware the second you came aboard. I wanted to wait until you were alone, but there seems to be the constant presence of a Vulcan bio-sign." Titan teased, before turning serious again. "The agency is eager for your report."
"Traitor's dead, traitor's father is dead, and the information was destroyed. I'll write a detailed report and transmit it tomorrow."
"You did an outstanding job, Bonnie. The higher-ups will be relieved to hear it." Titan smiled.
"Let's just cut to the chase, shall we?" Bonnie said bluntly. "I was compromised, just as you thought I would be. What's the agency going to do with me? Am I going to be reassigned, am I going deep underground, what?"
"Actually, that's my call." Titan grinned. "And I say you can stay right where you are."
"How's that even possible? I'm not a member of Star Fleet! Hell, I've been a member of the agency since I was 17! For all intents and purposes, I don't even have a past!"
"Yes you do." Titan corrected. "You have the past we created for you in preparation for this assignment." Titan grabbed a PADD from off his desk and read off her bogus file. "Bonnie Scott was accepted into Star Fleet Academy on stardate 2252.65. She attended for four years with a double major in psychology and xenopsychology. She was stationed on a remote research facility in the Falkone sector until her assignment to the USS Enterprise. Bonnie, if you had failed at this assignment, that information had the potential to destroy our galaxy. Making you cut all ties to your past is a poor way to say 'thank you'. You deserve this."
"I don't know what to say." she breathed, happiness bubbling up inside of her. "Thank you so much, Ti- Uncle Levi."
"Get some sleep, kiddo. Send me your report tomorrow." Titan said, ending the transmission.
Bonnie sat at the computer desk, a huge grin on her face. She was staying – with Monty, with Enterprise and most importantly, with Spock. Turning back to the bed, she found Spock's dark eyes on her. Seeing him awake and knowing they could be together forever, she bounced in her seat, laughing and shrieking with pure joy. Running to the bed, she flung herself on to Spock, catching sight of his upturned lips.
Kissing him lightly, she took off her robe and snuggled back into him. His arm came around her and he kissed her neck, murmuring in Vulcan. Bonnie fell asleep to the rhythmic cadence as Spock whispered, 'I love you' into her ear over and over again.
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The End
The Sequel "Masquerade" is now up! Bonnie and Spock are still in it, but it focuses on Kirk finding someone. Check it out!