A/N: I was trying to finish this fic by Thanksgiving but I don't want to rush and do a sloppy job, so I am hoping before Christmas...lol. Thanks for all the love, support, reviews everyone have given me thanks a lot, and thank you to my beta!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Trek, if I did I wouldn't have to wait until tomorrow for the DVD to come out! lol...Enjoy!
Chapter Thirty Six: Ice Cubes Aren't Just for Chilling
Christine was disappointed that Spock didn't come and proclaim his love for her before she went away with Trace. I wonder how long the spell will last. She asked herself. Trace leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, breaking into her thoughts.
"A credit for your thoughts." He whispered. They were waiting in the San Francisco shuttle port to go on their secret weekend getaway. Trace, wanting to surprise Christine, still hasn't divulged the whereabouts of their destination.
Christine grinned as she laid her head on his shoulder. "I'm trying to think of where you are taking me." She whispered back, "Since you have decided to keep mum."
"Do you really want to know?" he asked, a twinkled in his eyes. Trace twirled several strands of her blond hair around his finger; she looked deeply into his eyes.
"Yes."
"Alright if you must know, I'm taking you to Paris." He said, smiling. Christine gasped in surprised.
"Paris!" she exclaimed. "You're taking me to Paris, as in Paris, France?"
"I'm not talking about Paris, Texas baby." He quipped. Christine wrapped her arms around his neck and covered his face with kisses. "I take it you like the idea?"
"Hell yeah." She said. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." He said. "There's more to come, right now we must board our private shuttlecraft."
"What!" she shouted. "Did you say private shuttlecraft?" she gasped; Christine wasn't sure she heard him.
Trace nodded as he picked up their luggage and headed towards the gate where their private shuttlecraft and crew were waiting for them.
"Come on baby, your chariot a waits." Christine fell in line beside him and wrapped her arms around him.
I wish I was taking this trip with Spock. Christine sighed dreamily as she imagined Spock running up to her before she joined Trace in the hover cab…
"Christine! Christine! Wait do not leave…not until I tell you how I feel." Christine looked into Spock's human eyes and saw the love he felt for her. "Visions of your loveliness has occupied my mind since I got up this morning." Spock continued. "I cannot concentrate on anything but you. My heart danced in my chest whenever your name rolled off my lips."
"Christine, Christine!" Spock took her dainty hand in his and pressed it against his chest as he stated, his heart was pounding hard against his chest. Her heart melts.
"Spock, oh Spock, does your heart beat for me?" she whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Yes Christine, my heart beats for you."
"What about Cadet Uhura…" he silences her with a kiss.
"There is no one in my heart but you Christine Chapel," he glanced at Trace, who suddenly emerges from the hover cab. "Am I the only one in your heart?"
Christine looked at Trace. "I'm sorry Trace." She began. "Please forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt you but my heart…"
"Say no more Christine." Trace said, "I know better than to stand in the way of true love."
"Trace thank you for understanding, Spock and I were always meant to be."
"I have always known your heart didn't totally belong to me." Trace sighed. "You two have a beautiful life together…for me."
"We will Trace." She smiled, "I promise.
"Good and you can keep the jewelry…I have no use for it." Trace got into the hover cab, took one last look at Christine and rode out of her life forever.
"I hope Trace finds someone to love him." Christine said as they watched the hover cab disappear from their sight. "He is a wonderful man." she turned to Spock. "But wonderful cannot override love."
Spock got down on his knees…
"Christine, I have something I want to ask you."
"Yes Spock?" Christine said, her voice trembling with unspeakable joy.
"Will you marry me?" he slipped a huge pink diamond on her finger.
"Oh yes Spock! Yes, a thousand times yes! I will marry you!" …
"Hey baby you're daydreaming again." Trace said, helping her in her seat. Christine smiled.
"Just thinking about Paris." She lied. "The lovers' paradise."
Trace grinned. "Christine this is going to be a trip of a lifetime." He promised her. "So relax and enjoy."
Christine nodded in agreement. "I will sweetie…I promise." She shut her eyes, reached for Trace's hand as her thoughts turned back to Spock, wondering if he was at her quarters calling out her name in agony…
***
"Did you like the last apartment we had looked at?" Nyota asked Spock, they were having a late lunch at a small bistro, not far from the last apartment they had went to.
Spock looked up from his baked potato and put his fork down. "The neighbors seem quiet." He said. "And the rent is reasonable for a small two bedroom apartment…"
"And…" she said, urging him to continue.
"The living area and the kitchen have enough room that we will not be bumping into each other."
"I like bumping into you." She confessed. "But it was adorable, I can see us living there and the landlord said we can paint the walls, plus you can use the smaller bedroom as an office slash meditation room." Nyota suggested. She looked Spock into the eyes, a faint smile flashed on his face.
"You like the apartment Nyota?"
"Yes I do." She admitted. "Very much, and you?"
"I can vision myself living there with you." He said. Nyota's face lit up. "After we replenish our bodies, we will go and put down a deposit and sign the lease."
Nyota took a sip of her iced tea and smiled shyly at Spock.
"Yes Nyota?" She brushed several braids out of her face, her cheeks growing warm. Spock waited for her to answer.
"I don't know why I'm embarrassed to say this; after all you are my bond mate." Spock raised his eyebrows in surprise, his Nyota lost for words? "I don't want you to think when it comes to you all I have is sex on the brain."
The corners of her lips twitch up in a smile. He was pleased; Nyota craved him as much as he craved her.
"I find your brilliance sexy hot." She grinned, biting her bottom lip.
"I am well aware you are attracted to my superior intellect." He said with a hint of humor. "Among other things…" he deliberately swept his dark brown eyes down the length of her body, before catching her chocolate-brown eyes and holding her gaze.
The look between them was so intense, Nyota toes curled involuntary inside of her shoes.
"What is the matter my Nyota?" he asked innocently in French. "You look rather…peaked."
Nyota's butterflies flittered so wildly in the pit of her stomach she had to press her legs together. Spock placed another forkful of potato in his mouth and chewed slowly, never blinking.
Nyota drank the entire glass of iced tea and began eating the ice in an attempt to lower her rising body temperature. "You are so evil." She responded in Akorian. "Stop staring at me with those deliciously sexy eyes of yours."
He continued to stare at her…
She began to giggled, nervously to herself. "Spock, you are making me think of things we can't do in public."
"Like what?" She opened her mouth to say something but closed them. "I am waiting for a response Nyota." He whispered.
She ate the rest of her ice and summons their waiter. "A glass of ice please." She requested. The waiter looked at her puzzled. "That will be all."
"Miss…"
"That will be all, thank you." Spock found the whole scenario very entertaining. "Um...how did we get on this subject to begin with?" she asked in an attempt to change the subject.
"You brought it up." Spock replied, "Nyota I am still waiting for a response to my previous question."
"What question?" He raised an eyebrow. "Oh that question." She grinned sheepishly. Nyota ran a hand through her braids. "You are not as innocent as people think you are." She said, "But you are my Vulcan." She responded in his native dialect. "And I will not have you any other way."
The waiter brought her the glass of ice she had requested. "Thank you."
"Miss are you sure you don't want anything to drink?"
"I'm fine, thank you." She looked at her Vulcan and picked up an ice cube and placed it in her mouth. "So you want me to tell you what I can't do to you in public?"
"Please."
"Okay." She stuck out her tongue briefly. Spock looked at the melting ice cube on her hot, pink flexible organ…
He began to stir…
Nyota picked up another ice cube and licked it. "Imagine this ice cube on your chest or on any part of your body." She began. "And because a Vulcan's body temperature is degrees higher than a human's guess what I'll be doing." She wiggled her tongue and smiled.
The tips of Spock's ears turned bright green. "Waiter." He said loudly. "Check please."
"What's the hurry? I'm not finished eating." She said picking up a wilted piece of lettuce and waved it in front of Spock.
"Nyota…"
"I haven't replenished my body yet." Spock pressed his lips together. She put the lettuce down on her plate. "Okay I'm done."
Spock paid the check and hurried Nyota out the door.
***
Two hours later, Spock keyed in the security code to their new residence, the door swooshed opened. "Do not move Nyota." He instructed her. He lifted her in his arms and carried her across the threshold, surprising her. He gently put her down in the living area and went back for their bags.
"Computer, lock and secure door." he ordered.
Spock took out the king size air mattress and inflated it as Nyota placed scented candles around the room. Once she finished, she helped Spock place the new blankets and pillows they had purchased on the air mattress, kicked off her shoes and laid back on the mattress. Spock lay next to her. Nyota turned to face him.
"Computer, dim lights forty percent." Spock ordered. The computer dimmed the lights per his request. The candles illuminated the room, giving off a romantic glow.
"Here we are." She said, reaching out to him. "In our apartment…looking at each other by candlelight."
Spock pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately, taking her breath away. She gasped when they pulled apart. "Do not think for one second I had forgotten about the ice cubes." He whispered in her ear. He bit her on the lips, got up and went into the kitchen.
A few seconds later, he came back with a bowl of ice; he took an ice cube and rubbed it against her soft full lips. "Open your mouth Nyota and stick out your tongue."
Nyota obeyed.
Spock placed the ice on her tongue. Nyota closed her mouth, sucked off the excess water.
"Let play fetch." She whispered. Nyota grabbed Spock's hair and pulled his face close to hers. She opened her mouth slightly. The coolness of her breath brushing against his lips enticed him.
He invaded her orifice with his tongue…
The ice melted rapidly as their tongues volleyed back and forth for possession.
"Mmmm…" Nyota moaned, enjoying the game.
Spock found the use of ice merely heighten the sensation of an already exhilarating experience. He reached for another ice cube and slipped it into his mouth. "Retrieve it Nyota." He whispered, challenging her.
Nyota, not being one to refuse a challenge, pressed her mouth harder against his, their teeth scraped against each other, clashing as they dueled for dominance. Soon they were nibbling each others' tongues…
Lips…
Throats…
Nyota became so excited; she ripped the shirt off Spock's back…
Surprising them both…
Spock raised an eyebrow…
Amused…
He returned the favor…
Discarding her blouse and bra on top of his shirt…
Nyota took an ice cube and let the chilled water dripped down Spock's chest, smiling wickedly as she watched him struggled to maintain control. She leaned over and licked up the melted ice like a hungry kitten lapping up a cold, delicious bowl of cream.
"Yum." She said, licking her lips. She placed another ice cube in her mouth and bit down on his nipples.
Spock caught his breath in throat, as he grabbed onto the blankets. The added sensation of her chilled lips against his hot feverish flesh sent him over the edge…
He murmured incoherently in Vulcan.
"Tor kup sanoi du wanimo thol Spock?" Do I please you my noble Spock? Nyota asked in Vulcan, in a throaty whisper. "Tor kup sanoi wanimo Vulcan?" Do I please my Vulcan?
"Ha, wanimo Nyota." Yes my Nyota. He responded, nibbling on her long, supple neck. "Maut mau ni." Very much so. He grabbed an ice cube and slowly moved it down her neck…
Her shoulders…
Once the ice cube disappeared, he slurped up the trail of melted ice, ever so slowly…
She took hold of his hair in response…
Raking her nails against his scalp…
Taking another ice cube from the bowl, Spock rubbed her sensitive erect nipples; Nyota nearly lost her mind as he flicked his talented tongue across her breasts…
And marked her…
"Tor kup sanoi du wanimo Nyota"? Do I please you my Nyota. Spock whispered, his breath cool against her hot skin. "Tor kup sanoi wanimo ko-te'kru?" Do I please my queen? He reached down and slid his agile fingers into her wet panties and tickled her clitoris.
Nyota moaned loudly. "Uh-huh." She responded, unable to say anything else.
The rest of their clothes quickly disappeared.
Spock kissed her stomach…
Her abdomen…
And the inside of her thighs…
He kissed his way back up her body and took an ice cube and slid it between her legs.
"Oh wow." Nyota gasped, arching her body forward…
"Du tishau ish?" You like that? He whispered.
"Haaa." Yesss. She hissed.
"Heh nash?" And this? He slid the melting ice between her vaginal lips and slowly caressed her clitoris.
"Spock…" she moaned, biting her bottom lip. She looked into her bond mate beautiful dark brown eyes. "Kup ashau du." I love you. She whispered. "Kup ashau du." I love you.
Spock withdrew his finger…
Nyota straddled herself on top of him. Spock held her steady as she guided herself on his penis and became one…
Spock reached up and gently caressed her face before placing his fingers on her psi points. Nyota shut her eyes as she and Spock began to slow dance to their personal music…
She dug her nails into his flesh as she grind against him, stepping up the tempo of their dance. Spock cupped her soft breasts in his hands, using his index fingers and thumbs to caress her nipples.
"Spock." She cried breathlessly. "Lerashau!" Harder! She begged. "Lerashau!"
Spock thrust harder, as the rhythm of their dance became faster…
Wilder…
Uncontrollable…
Their chests heave up and down as the pressure within them began to build…
Higher…
And higher…
And higher…
Until, they couldn't stand it anymore…
Spock quickly connected to Nyota's psi points…
An electrical charge surged between them…
Spock called out Nyota's name continuously…
Nyota moaned in unabashed delight until she collapsed on top of Spock in complete exhaustion…
Spock pushed her braids away from her sweaty forehead and kissed her slightly salty skin.
"Wow." Nyota whispered, in between gasps of breath. She looked into Spock's eyes and smiled. "You are so beautiful."
"I love you Nyota." Spock whispered. "My heart belongs to you." He placed her hand over his pounding heart. "Always."
She looked at him, as she felt the pounding of her Vulcan's heart against the palm of her hand. "I promise to take very good care of it." She vowed. She snuggled up against him.
"Do you know what I have learned today Nyota?" he asked, wrapping his arms around his bond mate.
"What k'diwa?"
"Ice cubes are not just for chilling." He responded with a hint of humor.
A/N: Wow who know ice cubes can be so sexy? lol so Harry have to have sexytime with his wife or die. Christine...what can I say!
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