The Two Big Ones
Chapter fourteen - Vulcan Embassy
San Francisco, Earth
July 2263
Spock
They stepped down off the transporter pad and headed for the sidewalk outside the transit station. They were only a block from the Embassy, so they simply walked there, duffels over their shoulders. Spock carried the extra bag with their African wedding clothes. When they got to the Embassy, the gatekeeper already had the both the gates and the front doors open. They nodded to him in thanks and went straight to the bank of turbolifts on the far wall. Sarek had reserved the same room for them so there was no need for them to stop anywhere else. The door to the suite stood very slightly ajar and the wand that locked it was laying on the table inside.
He lifted the bag containing the African wedding clothes onto the shelf in the closet. Nyota was already opening the duffels and pulling out underwear and casual clothing. He took the piles she had laid out and starting putting them in the dresser drawers. She pulled out the running clothes they had worn this morning from the inside pocket where she had stuck them, and dropped them into the laundry container in the closet. Those would get cleaned before they left the Embassy, along with the other things they would wear this week. She dug through the duffels and pulled out some extra shoes, and then found a nice pair of slacks and two shirts and a Vulcan-style tunic for him. She found a few more pieces for herself, and then sealed up the duffels. He put them on the overhead shelf while she finished hanging things up.
And then they were done. They were not to meet Sarek until lunchtime, which was still one hour and 35 minutes away. And he knew exactly what he wished to do with that time. He looked at Nyota, his head cocked slightly to one side. She looked back at him and licked her lips, the tip of her little pink tongue running slowly across her bottom lip, mesmerizing. He advanced toward her and she backed up slowly, going ever closer to the bed. As she moved, her hands rose to the top of her head and released her hair from the tight ponytail, so that it fell loose about her shoulders. A low growl escaped his throat without his notice, but she reacted to it, her eyelids fluttering, her mouth falling slightly open.
She took another step backwards and felt the edge of the bed against her calves. He advanced again and she had nowhere to go, so she dropped her hands to the seal of her light jacket and slid down, so slowly, letting the jacket fall open on its own. Beneath it she wore a soft tank that clung to her body, showing in minute detail how her nipples were already erect. His hands clenched, another low growl vibrating through his body. He stopped, almost touching her, and bent his head, fastening his mouth on her exposed neck. She bowed up against him, a long moan sighing out. Her hands fastened on his shoulders, one sliding on around to clasp the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the short hairs on his nape.
And then his hands were on her hips, pulling her in, while he rubbed against her belly, hot, hard, and definitely ready for her. He could smell her now, that lovely scent that drove him mad with desire. They were both still completely dressed, except for her unsealed jacket. And he wanted to feel her skin, taste her. He shuddered against her, groaning at the feel of her. "Nyota. Please. Now, k'diwa."
She moved within his arms, pulling at his clothes, her clothes, trying to get them bare. She pushed and prodded at him, getting him to bend his arms, duck his head. And then he was standing there, his trousers and briefs around his ankles, but his shoes still on, and he could not control it any longer. He pushed her down onto the bed and sank into her, growling at her. And she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her with her strong legs and wailed at him, her body contracting, pulling him in, holding him tight. He thrust hard, deep, his face buried against her shoulder, his mouth closing on her, shuddering, and bit her too hard as he emptied himself. He could taste the iron of her blood in his mouth. But she was shuddering, shaking, all her little muscles squeezing against him, crying out, so consumed in ecstasy that she did not even feel the pain.
He lay there, cushioned by her body, his mouth moving over her, still tasting. She was all he wanted, all he needed. She always knew what he needed, always provided it. She was his. And that satisfied all the longings, all the unfilled desires, all the loneliness, of his life before that. She filled him with contentment. Whatever she needed, wanted, desired, he would provide. He would do all that was in his power to keep her happy and content, to keep her healthy, to keep her with him for as long as possible. She was his life.
***
He pulled off his shoes and managed to untangle himself from the remainder of his clothing, dropping it on the floor at the foot of the bed. He crawled up the bed until his knees were beside her head and then turned, facing the foot of the bed. Her hands reached out and pulled on him until he was over her body, and then she was touching him everywhere as he sighed and groaned over her, his mouth tasting her in lazy arcs. He moved his body against her hands, rolling his hips, spreading his knees further apart to bring his chest down closer to her body, rubbing against her. He nuzzled into the plane of her stomach, crossing her belly from one side to another, making her moan and thrust her hips up at him. She squirmed beneath him as he began to assault her core with his tongue and lips and teeth, pulling at him with her hands, nipping at him with her mouth, and then finally inhaling him until she had him so deep in her mouth that he could feel the back of her throat. Her tongue made swirls upon his sensitive skin, her teeth grazed down his length, and then she began to apply pressure, to suck. He bucked against her, growling, on fire everywhere. Her hands were on his buttocks, pinching and squeezing, pulling him deeper into her mouth. In desperation, he slid his fingers into her and began a steady rhythm, brushing against the spot within that made her cry out and convulse against him, only barely before he gave a great roar and emptied himself.
He hung above her panting, until his heart had calmed somewhat and she had stopped the shuddering gasps that racked her body. And then carefully he turned and collapsed onto the bed beside her, drawing her over onto his body, wrapping his arms about her, tucking her head down so that he could bury his face in her hair and feel her cool breath against his neck. They lay there, hearts still pounding, breath still fast, bodies damp with exertion, drifting slowly towards sleep.
And then the com chime sounded. He groaned. That had to be his father. "Com sound only. Spock here."
"Spock, the gatekeeper informed me that you had arrived. It would be acceptable for the two of you to come to my quarters earlier than the set time. Selek is here as well and wishes to speak with you."
Stifling a groan, he replied. "We shall be there shortly, father."
There was a brief pause, and then Sarek spoke again. "Is there some problem, Spock? You sound..distressed."
"No, father, there is no problem. We shall be there shortly. Spock out."
She laughed against his neck. "Caught."
"He cannot know what we were doing."
"Right. You just keep believing that. And we don't even have time to take a shower!"
He bolted up from the bed and lifted her up, practically running into the bathroom. "But we must take a shower! If we do not, both of them will be able to smell what we have done!"
Laughing loudly now, she twisted her hair up on top of her head and stepped into the shower stall. "This will probably be the fastest shower we have ever taken!"
***
They arrived at Sarek's suite just as the kitchen staff arrived with the cart. The next several minutes were spent setting things up and settling down at the table. Sarek looked a bit puzzled a couple of times, sniffing delicately once, but said nothing. Selek, on the other, hand, raised both eyebrows and smirked. Spock and Nyota ignored them both, concentrating on their plates. Their were half-way through their luncheon when Selek brought up what was on his mind.
"I have heard", he paused, "that your Aunt Durra will be visiting San Francisco next month." His face was a study in contradictions, trying to be both impassive and inquisitive at the same time.
Nyota looked at him with a perfectly straight face. "Yes, she did say something about that. She has always wanted to visit here."
Sarek jumped into the conversation. "She has never been in this city before?"
"No, she has not. Everything will be new to her."
Sarek turned to Selek. "You should contact her and offer to show her the Vulcan exhibit on the main floor of the Embassy. As I recall, she is a linguist. I am sure she would find it interesting." His face was perfectly bland, as was his voice.
Spock spoke next, while Selek was still trying to recover from what Sarek had said. "I did suggest as much to her. I told her that I was sure you would not mind explaining the exhibit to her."
Selek laid his eating utensils down on his plate. "Does everyone know my business, then?" he sounded slightly indignant.
The other three looked at each other and shrugged. Nyota giggled. "Don't be upset. We're just trying to help out."
"Do you think that I need help? Am I too old and feeble to carry out this...this…."
"Pursuit?" Spock tilted his head and smirked.
"That is not the word I was searching for!"
Sarek bent his head toward the older man. "Courtship is perhaps what you meant." His lips quirked up slightly.
Selek sighed. "I am besieged. I have no privacy whatsoever."
Nyota reached over and patted his hand. "You are the one who brought it up. And we are just trying to help." She smiled gently at him. "I have it on great authority that she is really looking forward to this trip."
"Truly?"
"Truly. Now let us change the subject. What have the two of you been doing while we were floating down a river in France?"
***
They spent their time in San Francisco visiting places they remembered from their Academy days. They met former teaching colleagues of Spock's for lunch twice, spending several hours talking about old times. They shopped for new clothing in several different stores. One store in particular, Spock was extremely interested in, insisting that Nyota buy several times as much of the lacy lingerie as she had intended to. The clerks in the store kept bringing things out and showing them to him and he kept adding things to the pile until she finally burst out laughing. "Spock, I won't be able to wear that much fancy underwear in the next five years!"
He turned to her with a very solemn face. "But you will only be able to wear most of it once. Therefore you will need a large selection." She giggled and patted his face and the clerks goggled at them. The bill was quite large.
***
Spock was able to have three sparring practices with his father and two with Selek. Nyota sat crosslegged on the floor in a corner of the room and watched, fascinated. They moved so fast! She sat with mouth open with they worked with the lirpa. She was embarrassed when both men insisted on seeing her spar with Spock. "But I am not nearly that good." But they insisted, and gave her praise, which made her blush and fidget.
***
They ate supper with Sarek and Selek every evening. Sarek would be returning to New Vulcan the week after they left, but Selek would be staying in San Francisco until mid September. On the morning before they were to leave, as they ate their breakfast, he called and asked if he could come and talk to them. Of course, they said yes. It was only a matter of moments before he arrived at their door. He came in and sat at the table with them, refusing food, but accepting a cup of tea. He held the cup between his hands and looked at the steaming fluid, gathering courage.
"I do remember the difficulty you had, Spock, in telling Nyota about….Pon Farr. I do need advice. I do not feel that I can make any kind of offer to Durra without disclosing this. But telling another to do so, and actually doing so myself are two entirely different things." He was silent for a long moment, then continued, his voice lower. "I did manage to make a disaster of that once before. I do not wish to repeat that. I ask for advice."
Nyota reached over and laid her hand on top of his. "I think you can do this if you really want to and really try. I think the knowledge that you did not do so in a timely manner before will assist you this time. However, if you cannot, or if you feel that more information is necessary, then tell Durra to call me."
Selek raised his head and looked from Spock to Nyota, his brows furrowed. "But, I did not think...that is…"
"No, Spock has not gone through this yet, but Dr McCoy has done extensive research and we have read all of it and discussed it with him. We have a plan worked out. I will be glad to share this plan with her."
The older man sat there thoughtfully for some time, gazing into his cooling tea. Then he raised his head. "I thank you. I do believe that you are correct. Failure has a way of helping you do better the next time. And the offer of support is very gratefully received. I would also appreciate a copy of your plan."
Spock nodded his head. "I will forward it to you as soon as we are back on board."
Once again, Selek thanked them, and then he rose and took his leave.
***
One of the Embassy employees came and took away all their laundry, bringing it back in an hour, along with their Vulcan wedding apparel, freshened and packed neatly in a separate bag. Nyota spent the next half hour packing their duffels, while Spock did all the lifting and toting. He set the bags all against the wall near the door, ready to have the final items placed in them in the morning.
They spent the afternoon in Golden Gate State Park, walking the pathways holding hands, remembering events of five and six and seven years ago.
And that evening, over supper, Spock handed the PADDs with the report from the clinic in Switzerland to his father. Sarek read through them all without making any comment. But when he raised his eyes again, they were soft and bright. He handed the PADDs back with only one comment. "I will be expecting grandchildren, then." No more needed to be said.