Let's Go Thataway!
Chapter Twenty-nine - Irritation
Enterprise
Late October 2267
Spock
He looked at the small foil packet that Nyota held in her fingers with great irritation. "No. I do not wish to use this. I wish to feel your wet center against my flesh. Throw that away."
"Spock, you know I can't do that! What's the matter?" She looked at him in consternation.
"I do not wish it!" He pushed her hand away and dropped his face to nuzzle against her neck, biting softly. "Nyota." He elongated the sound of her name, his voice caressing the syllables. And then he bit her again, a little harder, mumbling against her skin. "Mine."
"Yes, ashayam, yours." Her hands moved over his back, soothing. "But this is necessary. You know it is. Here, let me." She twisted and turned beneath him, her hands finding his hardness and stroking gently. He hissed through his teeth at her, warning. But she was soft and cool, and moving softly, touching and tasting, and he was encased before he could complain again. He forgot all else as he plunged within, easing the burning need inside.
Later, she almost had to push him out of the bed to dispose of the well used protective measure, and he felt asleep almost as soon as he was settled back in the bed, pulling her tightly against him, so that she had to struggle to wiggle into a comfortable sleeping position herself. She lay there for a short while, thinking before she drifted off to sleep.
***
The fruit he wished for breakfast was not out on the line this morning. He berated the server behind the counter until she laid her hand on his arm, alarmed. Hands shaking, he stopped and collected himself. Making a different selection, he proceeded to the table without waiting for her, then turned about and looked wildly to see where she was. She hurried to catch up with him and touched his cheek gently, sending him wave after wave of calm. Now she began to worry.
***
Someone accidentally bumped into the back of his chair half-way through the morning and he cursed aloud, startling everyone on the bridge. Kirk turned to look at Nyota and she nodded, just slightly. Kirk spoke softly into the speaker on his chair arm, and soon McCoy strolled onto the bridge, trying to look innocent. He stood beside Kirk and observed Spock, not all that discretely.
Spock tried to goo about his normal routine, but the shaking in his hands increased every time he thought someone did something to disturb him. The bridge was so noisy today, he could not concentrate, and Nyota's scent kept drifting into his nose, distracting him. She smelled so very good today. He turned his head that way again, inhaling deeply. Yes, very, very good. He leaned in her direction, his feet propelling his chair toward her, stopping only when his knees hit the edge of his console. What was he doing?
***
McCoy walked to Nyota's other side and bent down, asking her a question. Spock glared at him. Why was the other man talking to his mate? Nyota shook her head slightly, then looked up at McCoy, startled, and agreed with something he had said. She turned her head just enough to see him and he growled in response, causing her to straighten up and look at him more closely. She turned back to McCoy and said something. He should have been able to hear what they were saying and it was almost enraging not to be able to concentrate hard enough to distinguish the sounds. And then Nyota was standing up, removing her earpiece, and walking toward him, her lovely scent becoming stronger every second.
She bent over him, flooding him with the pheromones she was releasing as she entered her fertile period, and spoke softly. He was completed unaware of her relief sliding into her chair, or that his relief was standing beside him, ready to take over. "Come with me, Spock. It's time to go now."
He followed her with no thought for anything else. She was his and she was asking him to come with her. She must intend to give herself to him. He burned for her. He rose and gathered her against him, possessively. There were other men on the bridge, who could not have her. He glared around, but everyone turned away, facing their consoles, as she tugged him toward the turbolift. As they stood within, waiting for the doors to close, he snarled at McCoy and Kirk, standing and watching, and she ran her hands over him, soothing.
As soon as the turbolift doors closed, he pulled her hard against him, bending his head to inhale her intoxicating scent. "Mine."
"Yes, ashayam, all yours. And I will prove it, just as soon as we get to our quarters."
"I will have you now."
"In our quarters."
"NOW!"
"Spock, behave. You can wait a few minutes." He was pulling at her clothing when the turbolift doors opened again. Somehow she managed to wrestle him out of the turbolift and down the corridor, slapping the touchplate at their door.
Once inside, she pulled him to the bedroom, and bent to removed her boots. His hands were immediately on her bottom, curving about, hot and heavy, demanding. "Spock! Take off your boots. Now!"
Grumbling, he did as she demanded, and removed the remainder of his clothing as well, standing before her engorged, breathing heavily. "Mine. I will have you now."
She tossed the last of her clothing into the laundry container and danced out of his grasp, heading for that semi-concealed door that led to the room they had prepared. "Come here then." She led him down the short hallway, into the room, touching the control on the wall as she entered to turn the dim lighting on. She dropped to the large pad on the floor and he followed, totally lost in her now. With almost no foreplay at all, he was over her, demanding entry. The sounds she made as he sank within her soft wet center enflamed him more and he pounded into her, chanting "MINE" with each thrust. When she screamed at him and convulsed, clenching her muscles about him, he roared at her and emptied himself, collapsing almost immediately onto the pad, laying there only semi-conscious for some time.
***
"Nyota?"
"Yes, Spock."
"Are you harmed? I believe I have been ..uncontrolled."
"I'm fine. So are you. Just rest. I am here."
He sighed and straightened out his body, pulling her close to him. "You are my salvation, k'diwa. It has begun, then."
"Yes, now sleep. I am here."
He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her and fell instantly asleep. She knew he would not sleep long. It had begun.
