A/N: Here is the next chapter! I am warning you now this is what happens after looking at too many ZQ pictures...for research purposes only of course...lol I like to thank my beta who loves reading my scribblings...Thanks to all the reviews, support, encouragements and e-friendships, it keeps me going.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Trek, if I did I will be Nyota...hehehe. I also do not own Color My World by Chicago... Just my imagination and love! Enjoy!
Chapter Twenty Six: Christmas in Africa – Color My World
"I got one more surprise for you," Nyota said standing in front of the limousine.
"Where are you going?" Spock inquired, his curiosity piqued. "I have plans for us tonight."
"So do I, Spock. I am taking you to the most incredible place I had ever seen."
Any other time Spock would have canceled his plans in favor of Nyota's; however, in this instance, it was important to him to show his Nyota his romantic side.
"Nyota," Spock began. "I did not wish to spoil the surprise I had for you. I was anticipating seeing your reaction. I have a reservation for us at the Maladre."
"So do I!" Nyota exclaimed. "That's why the limo is here."
Gaila.Nyota smiled as the truth dawn on her. Gaila's handiwork is written all over this.
Spock's eyebrows threatened to leave his forehead. She reached up and traced the outline of his right ear. "Um…tell me, your reservation wouldn't happen to be for Penthouse Suite B, would it?"
"Who informed you?"
For the second time in one night, he was stunned.
Nyota bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from laughing hysterically. "An angel," she whispered, grateful to have a friend like Gaila. "Come on, my beautiful, wonderful Spock, we have some celebrating to do." They climbed into the back of the limousine. Nyota winked at him.
"Driver, proceed," Spock instructed, pulling his fiancée into his arms.
***
The intoxicating aroma of exotic flowers perfumed the suite as they stepped off the private elevator.
"Ohmigosh!" Nyota gasped, looking around the room. "Spock, you-you did this...?"
"Yes." Her surprised reaction pleased him immensely. "In my research of Terran engagements, ritual flowers—roses in particular—were always involved," he explained. "I am ashamed to admit, I had neglected to inquire about your specific preference in flowers, so I improvised and purchased one of every species from the floral shop."
"These are beautiful…" she uttered in disbelief. "Spock, you must have spent a small fortune on these." She turned to him.
He shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't matter…" he replied matter-of-factly. "Is my surprise sufficient?"
She jumped into his arms and kissed him deeply. "Yes," she whispered. "A thousand times, yes."
***
Spock carried her to the sitting area where a silver ice bucket containing several bottles of chocolate drinks chilling on ice were waiting for them on the antique marble table.
"What is this?" Spock asked, as he placed her down gently on the couch.
"I had requested for a few bottles of chocolate drink to be waiting for us…well, for you,"Nyota answered with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "It's customary for humans to celebrate momentous events in their lives with libations," she explained.
Spock glanced at the silver ice bucket, then at her. "I only see chocolate drinks," he stated, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly in a smile. "I have a strong suspicion you are trying to get me inebriated."
"What if I am?" she asked coyly, toying with point of his right ear. Her touches were making it hard for him to stay in control.
"You are not playing fair, Nyota."
"Okay." She sighed, half smiling. "I will order a bottle of Jack to level the playing field." She contacted the kitchen and ordered the most expensive bottle of Jack Daniels they had in stock. "Happy?" she asked, after ending the call.
"Of course," he answered, reaching over to playfully tug several of her braids.
"You are so funny," she laughed.
Nyota climbed into his lap and kissed him on the lips. Spock responded by planting a kiss on her back. Nyota growled softly in her throat. A loud rap on the door prevented them from going any further.
"Hold that thought," she said as she slid off his lap to answer the door. The tuxedoed waiter greeted her with a warm smile.
"Your bottle of Jack Daniels, Miss," he said as he handed it over to her.
"Thank you…." she said, looking at his name tag, "…Drakken, just add your tip of three hundred credits to our bill."
"Thank you, Miss," Drakken said graciously, happy for his good fortune. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas to you, too," she said warmly. The door swooshed closed.
Nyota carried the bottle of Jack to the sitting area and placed it on the table next to the ice bucket. She climbed back into Spock's lap. "Where were we?" Spock answered her question by planting a second kiss on her back.
"Mmmm…now I remember." She smiled.
He kissed her on the nape of her long, elegant neck and on her right shoulder blade…
Then the left…
Nyota's breath became ragged.
"I want to meld our minds together," he whispered. "It is a Vulcan ritual. Are you agreeable to this?"
"Yes, Spock, I am always in favor of rituals." She looked lovingly at her engagement ring. She moved her hand slightly and gasped in surprise as the yellow gemstone turned a dark red. "Spock, the stone changes colors…how beautiful. I had never seen anything like it before."
"The Moon of Vulcan," Spock replied, bringing her hand to his lips. "It is as rare as you are."
"Are you ready to make a toast?"
He looked at her, puzzled. "We have no bread," he replied. "If you require nourishment…"
Nyota silenced him with a kiss.
"Making a toast means to drink in honor of someone," she explained. She got up from his lap and handed him a cold bottle of chocolate drink. She also handed him the bottle of Jack Daniels. He screwed the cap off the bottle and filled her shot glass. Spock watched as Nyota help up her glass. "To us," She said, before drinking the entire glass in one gulp and slamming it down on the table. "Drink up, Spock," she urged. Spock downed the cold, sweet, dark liquid. He emptied the bottle and slammed it on the table. Nyota stared at him.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"I still have control of my faculties," he replied. He was feeling the beginning of a slight buzz, but he wasn't ready to divulge the information to her.
Spock poured Nyota another shot and offered it to her. "I have a strong suspicion you are trying to get me inebriated," she quipped, accepting the glass from him.
"Rituals and customs, Nyota," he deadpanned with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. She offered him another bottle of chocolate drink. "To my Nyota," he said, raising his drink. He took a huge swallow and smiled pleasantly as the chilled drink began to take effect.
Nyota drank the second shot of whiskey, flinching as the burning liquid went down her throat. Spock refilled her glass. "Spock," she protested mildly. She too was feeling the effects of the alcohol.
"We are celebrating," he reminded her. He polished off his second bottle.
Nyota examined his eyes. "Uh-oh…someone is a little tipsy," she sang.
"I am not tipsy," he hiccuped. "Whatever that means."
Nyota laughed. "It means my beautiful Spock is on the path of becoming drunk," she smirked. "So, yes, you are."
Spock hiccuped again. He stared lustfully at Nyota's mahogany shoulder. "Stand up, Nyota," he said. "Commander Spock says stand up."
Nyota obeyed. His dark, brown eyes traveled slowly down her gorgeous body as he hungrily licked his lips.
"Hungry?" she asked, winking at him.
"Nyota, have I complimented you on how beautiful you look tonight?"
"Not verbally," she said, "but your eyes told me plenty."
She playfully ran a hand through his silky black hair. Spock caught her by the hand and brought it to his lips and kissed each of her fingers. Nyota shivered in delight.
"You are rather tasty, too," he said.
"So you say," she murmured. "Lets put it to a test, shall we?" She took another bottle of chocolate out of the ice bucket and opened it. "What's tastier, me or chocolate? I think we need some mood music. Computer, music," she requested. "Something romantic, 20th century."
The slow tempo to Color My World by Chicago began…
"Come play with me, Spock," she whispered. Spock stood up. Nyota took several steps backwards before he embraced her. Nyota looked into Spock's beautiful eyes. He took the bottle from her and dipped his index finger inside the bottle and let the sweet chocolate drops drip onto her forehead.
As time goes on…
He bent down and kissed the drops off her forehead.
"Well?" Nyota asked. "What's tastier?"
"I need to perform another experiment," he replied, dipping his finger inside the chilled drink a second time.
I realized…
He dripped the chocolate drops on her right shoulder.
Sucking it off…
As he pulled the strap of her dress off…
And then the left…
"How about now?" she moaned, grabbing a handful of hair…
Just what you mean….
"Let your dress fall to the floor," he commanded, his voice raspy.
She did…
And stepped out of it…
"Do you need to conduct another test?"
His eyes slowly swept over her body. Seeing Nyota standing in a very sheer pair of blue thong and heels increased his heart rate seven point four percent.
To me…
"No," he whispered. "It was no contest. Congratulations, you are the winner." He bit her on the neck…
Nyota whimpered…
She unbuttoned his shirt, nearly ripping it to shreds when Spock couldn't get it off fast enough…
She took him by the hand and led him to the marble top table and picked up the shot glass of Jack, dipped two fingers inside of it and smeared her wet fingers on his right nipple….
Then his left…
Spock growled as Nyota used her hot, pink tongue to slowly and deliberately lick the whiskey off his chest…
And now…
Then she bit him…
A list of unrecognizable words spewed from his mouth, as the painful sensation heightened his desire. "Nyota, meld with me now," he pleaded.
"Yes, k'diwa," she responded.
She quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Spock quickly stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, along with his shoes.
They quickly rid themselves of the remaining obstacles. Spock sat down on the plush carpet and pulled Nyota in his lap. She pressed her back against his chest; the feeling of his strong heart thumping strongly against her back made him crave her more. She shut her eyes, brushed her braids from her right temple and offered him her mind.
Spock lovingly accepted…
Now that you're near…
Spock wrapped his left arm around her waist as he gently placed his right hand over her psi points and shut his eyes. The feeling of her hot skin next to his almost made him lose focus…
Concentrate, he told himself.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered.
The colors in Nyota's mind, the pinks…
The blues…
The reds…
The greens…
The yellows…
Swirled and blended together more easily than before as Spock probed deeper into her mind…
Deeper…
Deeper…
Deeper…
Until her mind was a blank canvas.
Promise…
Nyota gasped in delight as the sensation of Spock's essence overwhelmed her as he poured himself inside of her…
Feelings of joy…
Happiness…
Love…
Lust…
Desire…
Engulfed her…
She saw him standing next to her, in the middle of the yellowiest wild daises she had ever seen, and the smell…oh the smell was incredible!
"Where are we?" she asked.
"In each other's minds," he replied, holding out his hands. "Take my hands, Nyota." She reached out and took hold of his hands.
Her breath caught in her throat as the electricity that passed between them felt…
Wonderful…
Beautiful…
Amazing…
Addicting…
Your love…
Their hearts danced in perfect synchronization…
"Repeat after me," Spock whispered in Vulcan. "Parted and never parted."
"Parted and never parted," Nyota replied in Vulcan.
"Never and always."
"Never and always."
"Touching and touched."
"Touching and touched.
That I've waited to share…
"We are mentally bonded, my Nyota," he whispered, kissing her temple. "No matter where we are in the galaxies, we will be able to find each other."
"Never to be broken," she whispered.
"Never to be broken," he agreed.
And dreams of our moments, together…
"What am I thinking right now?" she whispered, smiling wickedly, sending him thoughts through their new bond.
Spock arched an eyebrow. "I always keep my promises," he said in a light tone.
Nyota laughed as she stood up. Spock stood up beside her and draped an arm around her waist as they walked towards the bathroom…
Color my world with hope of loving you…
***
Nyota turned on the water as hot as she could stand it and called for Spock to join her. He stepped into the stall. She turned on several of the smaller spigots and was delighted to find each one contained a variety of bath gels and oils.
"We have our choice of bath gels and oils," she informed him. "Which do you prefer?"
"My preference is to smell like you."
Nyota smiled broadly. "That can be arranged." She pulled him close and inhaled his spicy scent which was buried in the overpowering smell of whiskey. She wrinkled her nose. "You need a shower, mister."
She reached for the washcloth, but Spock held out his hand to stop her. "Use your hands," he requested.
Nyota bit down on her bottom lip as she nodded. She filled her hand with the unscented bath gel and slathered it across his hard, smooth chest. Spock's breath caught in his throat.
"You like that, don't you?" she asked seductively in Vulcan.
"Yessss," he hissed.
She moved her fingers in a circular motion as she moved down to his lean stomach…
Teasing him…
Taunting him…
Nyota felt herself becoming aroused as she looked up into his dark eyes. The steamy water made his features more exotic. His lips slightly parted and slick with water beckoned her to kiss them…
Chew them…
Suck them…
Sensing her desire through their bond, Spock bent his head down to make his lips more accessible to her. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked it in her mouth.
"Mmmm…." she moaned.
Spock reached over, filled his hands with shower gel and rubbed her back…
Up and down…
Up and down…
Down…
Down…
Down…
Nyota gasped as Spock grabbed her buttocks and squeezed them. "You like that, my Nyota?" he asked her through their bond.
She responded by biting him on his lip…
Hard…
Spock tore his mouth away amid her protests, tangled his hand in her braid and pulled her head to the right side and sunk his teeth into her neck.
"May I have another?" she pleaded, racking her nails across his back.
Spock granted her request…
He tilted her head to the left and left a matching love mark on her neck…
Nyota began to purr…
"Nyota," Spock whispered. "Commander Spock says mark me."
Nyota kissed his bruised lips…
Chin…
Neck…
Until she came to his chest…
She sucked and licked his right nipple hungrily in between biting and chewing…
Biting and chewing…
Spock pressed her head against his chest, loving the pleasure-pain her mouth was administering. She continued the same treatment to his left nipple…
She tattooed his chest with several lovely, round love marks before dropping to her knees, the water beating rhythmically down her back. She pressed her hot mouth against his stomach and flicked her talented tongue slowly…
Ever…
So slowly…
Over the entire area.
Spock felt his knees buckle…
"Nyota, Commander Spock says move downward."
She obeyed, but not before marking him…
She kissed his navel…
His abdomen…
And the patch of black, silky pubic hair that surrounded his green, engorged organ…
Spock parted his legs slightly as Nyota maneuvered her tongue between the muscle connecting the leg and the pelvis. He voiced his pleasures very loudly and threatened to rip the shower head out the walls as she took his balls in her mouth and played with them, using her tongue and teeth as the instruments of pleasure.
Spock braced himself against the slippery wall as Nyota took him in her mouth…
Inch by inch…
He cried out in ecstasy, his scent permeated the air as Nyota sucked and licked…
Sucked and licked…
Spock slowly slid to the floor, as it became evident he was on the verge of losing…
Complete…
Control…
Nyota he gasped, panting. He grabbed her head and thrust his penis in and out of her mouth. "Nyota…" he moaned, arching his pelvis high off the wet floor.
The pressure in him building…
Building…
Until he exploded his sweet goodness in her eager mouth…
Nyota didn't let go until she swallowed…
Every.
Last.
Drop.
She bit his inner thighs and kissed her way up his wet and slick body.
To her surprise Spock flipped her on her back and placed a wondering hand between her legs.
"Spock," she whimpered eagerly, anticipating his next move. He parted her vagina with his finger and tickled her erect clitoris, enjoying the pleasure she was receiving. She reached down and placed a hand on top of his.
"Harder," she ordered. Spock shooed her hand away and rubbed his finger in a circular motion. He watched as Nyota grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. "Spock," she whispered lustfully, looking directly in his eyes. "You know what I want," she said in Vulcan. "Please, Spock, please."
Spock kissed her on the lips and withdrew his finger, sucking off her sweet goodness. He licked the entire length of her body, staring at her forehead and stopping at the tip of her vagina. He positioned himself between her legs and placed himself over her vagina and sucked her swollen clitoris in his mouth.
Nyota let out a long, drawn-out moan…
Spock was happy…
She caressed the top of his head, speaking incoherently.
Spock was very happy…
Massaging his scalp with her fingers…
Spock was very, very, happy…
Nyota wrapped her legs around his neck and arched her back, moaning loudly as Spock licked her vaginal walls. He looked up at Nyota's face—her expression was that of pure bliss. It wasn't long before the pressure in her began to build.
"Spock!" she moaned repeatedly, as she felt herself getting closer to ecstasy…
Closer…
Closer...
The floodgates to her sweet goodness opened and gushed into Spock's mouth. Nyota was speechless as she rode the wave until the very end. Spock kissed her vagina and laid his head on her stomach.
A wide smile spread across Nyota's face. Breathing heavily, she whispered Spock's name. "Spock, k'diwa."
"Yes, my Nyota," he answered. He moved up and cuddled her in his arms, the water steadily beating down on them.
She turned around in his arms to face him. "I'm ready to consummate our relationship," she whispered, placing a hand over his heart.
Spock looked at her. "Are you sure?" he whispered.
"Yes," Nyota assured him.
Without another word, Spock got to his feet, lifted Nyota in his arms, carried her to the spacious bedroom, and placed her on the bed, not caring that the both of them were soaking wet. Nyota bit her bottom lip nervously as Spock climbed on top of her.
Without another word, Spock got to his feet and lifted Nyota in his arms and carried her to the spacious bedroom and placed her on the bed.
"Maybe we should have dried off first." She chuckled, her braids was dripping heavy with water. Spock sprinted to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and went back to the bedroom. Nyota turned around and let Spock dried the excess water off her hair. Nyota closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying his gentle touches.
After he finished, Spock took her by the hand and pulled her in his arms. Nyota looked at him, nervously biting her bottom lip. Her butterflies flittered wildly. She tried her best to mask her fear but wasn't doing a great job of hiding it.
"Nyota are you sure?" he asked again, sensing her fear.
Nyota responded by kissing him softly on the forehead…
He reciprocated by kissing her forehead…
She kissed the tip of her nose…
He did the same…
Her butterflies soared as she kissed him hard on the lips; Spock laid her gently back on the bed and positioned himself between her legs. She opened her legs a little wider to give him more room.
He looked into her eyes and saw…
Love…
Trust…
Happiness…
He guided his harden member inside of her.
"Be gentle." She whispered. Spock watched her expression as he slowly thrust forward.
Nyota gasped, the warm trickling of blood ran down her legs. Her eyes filled with tears.
Spock stopped, fearing he had hurt her.
"K'diwa, I'm okay." She whispered, reaching up to touch the side of his face. "These are happy tears." She wrapped her arms around him, smothering his face with kisses. Spock held her close, the love she felt for him overwhelmed him as she send him waves upon waves of love through their bond.
"You are mine, Nyota." He whispered, they found their rhythm and began to move together, he placed his hand on her psi points. "Let me show you how much I love you."
Nyota moaned as the pleasure she felt was doubled. "Spock." She whimpered. Nyota arched forward, to meet his thrusts, this was better than anything she had ever read in Vulcan erotica. She felt herself soaring…
Higher…
Higher…
He parted her lips with his tongue, Nyota opened her mouth slightly to let him in, and their tongues duel as they moved together…
Meld together…
Rock together…
As Nyota's butterflies fluttered wildly in her abdomen, Spock was on the verge of losing control. Nyota grabbed a handful of his hair as the volcano within her was on the cusp of erupting. Spock slowed his paced, just enough to remain in control a little longer.
Nyota arched her back high off the bed as she pants heavily, the volcano within her erupted. She raked her nails across Spock's back as she felt herself soaring higher…
Higher…
She was floating on the clouds…
Spock, not being able to control himself, releases his hot goodness inside of her, holding her tightly against him. "Nyota." He growled, entangling his hands in her braids. "Nyota."
They lay in each other's arms, still connected; as they floated back to earth together…
Happy…
Contented…
They stared into each other's eyes, "Did I harm you?" he asked, softly; searching her brown eyes. "Did I hurt you in any way?"
"No Spock, you didn't hurt me." She responded.
"You were afraid…"
She kissed her index finger and held it to his lips. "Shhh…only for a moment." She winked at him. "I love you."
Spock kissed her finger and rolled off her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "You agreed to marry me Nyota." He stated, the corner of his mouth slightly twitching.
"Yes Spock I did." She said warmly, confirming his statement. "Just as you had agreed to marry me." She felt his happiness through their bond. "I really make you happy?"
"You do more than make me happy, my Nyota." He said. "You make my life a pleasurable experience."
"You would say something like that." Nyota giggled, as she snuggled closer to him. "Spock?"
"Yes?" he asked.
"We left the water on in the shower."
"Yes we did."
"You aren't too tired are you?"
"For what my Nyota?" he read her thoughts, the corner of his mouth quirked up. "Give me five point three minutes."
Nyota giggled. "Promise?"
Spock nuzzled her neck. "I will always keep my promises to you." He said, sending her waves of love.
A/N: Squee! The shower scene is in honor of Zach Quintos... it was hard work but I found some photos of him wet...(well someone had to do it!) lol
Please R/R it feeds my muse... thanks for reading!