A/N
Well folks, this is what you all have been waiting for. Quiet explosive fireworks...impossible? I think not. Hope you enjoy.
Botsey
Of Romulans and Warrior Kings
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sunlight Through A Window
His shields were set at maximum as Spock's hand remained on her elbow. They walked slowly down the Boulevard and at Ru de LaSalle they turned and Nyota was led to the front of a stately house, set back from the road. The front yard was dotted with plots holding rose bushes. The lights illuminating the yard revealed a great variety of colors of her favorite flower, roses.
Spock placed his hand on the raised pad at the entrance and there was a signal bell heard. A face appeared on the security monitor,
"Osu Spock, it is an honor; Please await the entrance chime and the door will be opened."
A musical tone was heard and the door opened. The person who owned the disembodied voice was present in the foyer and said,
"Please Sir, your quarters are available if you so wish."
"No, L'nook, we are just going to refresh ourselves and I will show my friend around the residence. We will have no further need of your services. Thank you and good night."
The greeter bowed low. He is the resident's steward and had not expected an introduction. But he was able to conclude that the young female was associated in some way with the place where his young master served as an instructor. They were both in uniform. He had looked very carefully at his companion and he had to admit she was indeed an extraordinarily beautiful Terran female. It was not his business to speculate, assume or meddle in any personal business carried on by the family of Sarek. But he had never seen his young master in the company of a female. From his youth up he had pursued a life of isolation and study. Perhaps this was a good development. He was excellent in areas of secrecy, this matter would remain stored away.
"Nyota would you like to sit down for a while?"
"Thank you Spock, that is a most welcome suggestion."
He guided her to a small sitting room with sofas and chairs with plumped up pillows.
"Oh, this is wonderful. Thank you Spock."
He nodded and then excused himself.
He visited the kitchen to secure two fruit drinks. By the time he returned Nyota had cradled her head in her hand that rested on the sofa arm and was fast asleep. He bounded up the left staircase to his room where he took a blanket from the closet and returned to the room. She was still sleeping as he stood in front of her to admire her perfection. Here she is with him, in a residence he has called home. There is a knot in his stomach when he realized how her presence affected him. He gently placed the blanket on her and retreated to the far corner of the room to meditate.
He had meditated one hour and forty-seven minutes, when he heard her stir. He rose from the corner and approached her.
"I could not bring myself to awaken you Nyota. You are refreshed?"
"Oh Spock I am so sorry.
She smiled and said,
"Perhaps it was the wine."
"Yes, or perhaps you were simply in need of sleep."
"Yes perhaps."
He stood over her with his hands clasped behind his back and said,
"I wish to advise you that we do have guest quarters here if you wish to retire. My suite is on the opposite end of the house. The household staff's residential rooms are in between the guest residence and the family residence. Thus your honor is preserved."
"Spock you make me feel like a fairy tale princess."
He responded,
"To qualify for that classification, I believe there has to be a prince charming."
She looked at him with suddenly saddened eyes and replied,
"And a happily ever after."
Spock continued to capture her eyes with his piecing stare.
"What has saddened you Nyota?"
"It is personal.," was her answer.
"Do not friends share what is personal and help one another through trials?
"Yes but…"
With a slight gasp she put her head into her hands. Spock put up his shields and slowly knelt before her and pulled her hands away from her face. Her lips trembled as she confessed,
"Spock, you are so good to me and you have always treated me like a lady. I…I... love you for that. But I am a shell of a woman. I will never marry because I would be unable to give whom I love sons.
His confession was on his tongue, but instead he said.
"Nyota, I would be better to you than ten sons."
Through misty eyes she smiled.
On his knee, and head bowed in total surrender to her will, he spoke the Vulcan proposal.
"Nash-veh Spokh safu t' Sarek t' Skon, can t' Salhant' Vuhlkansu heh Amanda Grayson t' Terra dvin-to u' lik'rt opilsu t' Maat S'chn T'Gai kelek t' Sarek to ya'a kash ish Nyota Uhura ju-fu t' Benjamin and M'umbha Uhura t' Shasik Bantu Maat Wakufunzi t' United States of Africa na'tor Spokh u' tel-tor katelaui Kyota sa-telsu eh mene beau fai'el Talyhk nash-veh k'dylar."
("I S'chn Tgai Spockh, son of Sarek of Skon, child of Solkar of Vulcan and Amanda Grayson of Terra, serving as second of the Maat S'chn T'gai house of Surak do request that Nyota Uhura, daughter of Benjamin and M'umbe Uhura of the Bantu nation, the clan Wakufunzi of the United States of Africa accept me as her bondmate, her husband and lifelong companion, because I cherish thee."
"Spock, how can you be sure?"
"Nyota, I have already spoken to your father. My mind was made up long before I made the trip to see him. Captain Pike has advised us to use caution until you graduate. Trips like this one might prove to be advisable. The Embassy will take care of all of the bookings. In these case here will be no, as you would say, 'paper trail.' Are you agreeable to more trips away from the Academy?
She nodded.
"My promise to your father guarantees the family's honor will remain in place. Nyota, I will never use either my mind or strength to influence you to go contrary to my word to your father. We will complete one another. I could not allow you to belong to someone else. I could not risk waiting until you graduate to reveal my desire to have you as my bondmate."
With that he held up two fingers and she nodded. He placed two fingers at her temple. It felt as if she is falling like Alice in Wonderland, as she descended scenes appeared before her, Spock being bullied, his extraordinary scholarly achievements, his mother's care, his father's disapproval, and then at the end of the fall she is bathed in lights and felt the depth of Spock's emotions, which was black and swirled around her like something alive.
And he is able to see her torment, the girls of her tribe avoiding her as if her condition was contagious, some boys attempting to seduce her knowing that there would be no unwanted pregnancy, no repercussions. viewing her as a potentially wanton women. All the while her clan built up a wall of protection to shield her, the males acting as her 'protectors.' Her eyes were closed and tears trickled down her cheeks. Spock pulled her back from the meld and she fell into his embrace. He kissed the top of her head and said, "Taluhk nas-veh k'dular." (I cherish thee)
Spock then held her at arm's length and said, "Nyota, consider my hospitality as reciprocation for your family's kindness toward me, a stranger. I will accompany you upstairs to your room. You will find there are sleeping garments and toiletries. There is a refresher in the small closet. As they reached one of the doors he took her hands, kissed them and said,
"May your dreams be pleasant. Good night, K'hat'n'dlawa."
She filled him with her smile and he turned and walked down the steps to find his way to his quarters and to his private thoughts.
Spock lay on his back in his bedroom. He was calm, at peace and content for the first time in his adult life. If he was truly a human he would have to say he was filled with joy, it was over flowing. But as a Vulcan he must simply say he was satisfied and complete. There was much that he and his beloved would have to discuss. Their discretion was a priority. Even on their trips they must exercise a degree of caution. He imagined what it would be like to show her the many places he had visited in his formative years. He even intended to show her Vulcan. After all they had three years ahead of them. His Vulcan control would prove itself invaluable during the time ahead Certainly she was worth any wait. That knowledge allowed him to drift off into a sleep filled with anticipation.