Sexual Context Warning
No One's POV
*Two Weeks Later – Stardate Approximately 8-30-2236.55*
Another work day had nearly come and gone, Emily sitting at her desk finishing up looking at another report on an energy reading in a nearby neutral sector; they had been getting a little too frequent to be comfortable for her, but the science department had zero answers on what they meant or how to anticipate for them, if they could anticipate them at all that is.
Khan suddenly stepped in, drawing Emily's attention away from her work.
"Hello Khan-" Emily stops, noticing the bouquet of flowers in Khan's hands.
"Mere jaan." Khan greets, placing the roses on her desk.
"What's this for, Khan?" Emily asks, touching the vase delicately.
"For you, mere jaan." Khan answers as if the answer is obvious.
"I see that. Is there any special occasion I need to know about?" Emily asks, pushing away from her desk to walk around the other side.
Khan shakes his head, tracking his mate's movements, gaze pinned on her as she moves, graceful form alluring as ever.
"Oh, well, thank you Khan. That is very sweet and romantic. Who knew you were such a softy." Emily teases lightly, coming up to Khan and sliding up to him, Khan's arms automatically wrapping around his mate to hold her to him.
"Khan?" Emily hums, laying her head against Khan's chest.
"Yes, mere jaan?" Khan rumbles.
"I-" Emily hesitates only for a moment as she pauses to tilt her head up towards Khan, expression meeting Khan's, blue eyes expressive and deep, hoping to convey everything she wasn't saying and everything she was. "I love you, Khan."
Khan's lips are claiming hers, his body pressing firmly against her own, bending her back towards her desk before Emily has a moment to blink.
"Mere jaan." Khan breathes, lips whisper words against her own as hands pull his mate even tighter to his body. "I have longed to hear- longed for- how I desire- how much- I love you, mere jaan."
Hands pull at her Command shirt, skirting under its hem, tugging and pulling in need as his lips practically mauling her neck and a deep, primal growl makes it way past Khan's lips.
Emily only laughs lightly, tilting her neck for Khan and pressing her lips to his jawline, heedless of Khan's actions as he walks them backwards towards their private turbo lift, Khan's attention turning towards the privacy of their bedroom and the countless things he could think of that he wanted to do.
"Khan, wait what-" Emily vaguely protests, registering a change in their environment, suddenly finding herself stumbling out of one of their private turbo lifts and into their penthouse foyer, Khan following her, more than over eager to continue their make out session and probably more from the state of things. When did that happen?
Khan simply rumbles, stepping forward as if to follow his mate further, plastering himself along her back.
"Khan, hey- slow down. You know, this would be a lot easier if-" Emily tries to twist in Khan's grasp. "Never mind. How about you carry me upstairs honey? Hmm, my big, strong warrior, Aug-?" The comment is barely out of Madison's mouth before Khan sweeps his mate up and carries her up the stairs.
Emily barks out a laugh at this, pressing a kiss to the joining between Khan's neck and shoulder line, Khan rumbling in contentment.
In their room, Khan wastes little time pulling clothes off, Emily's gold Command shirt the first to go leaving her in her black tank top, however that is quickly shredded and left along with her Command shirt in the main area between the bedrooms.
"Eager are we?" Emily mumbles, holding back a laugh.
Another growl as Khan finally tumbles them into the bedroom, shoes and socks kicked off in the doorway of their bedroom, then maneuvering them into Emily's (now their) massive bed.
Khan practically pounces, lithe body pinning his mate's to their bed, clothes carelessly shed and strewn across their penthouse.
"Mere jaan." Khan purrs, eyes dark with lust.
Khan was drunk on the sight of his mate, her body splayed out underneath his own, smooth skin sliding under the pads of his fingers and against his own form as he memorized, reveled and worshiped every plain, every curve and every dip.
"Khan." Emily purrs right back, arching up against Khan's body, feeling his arousal, steel hard, hot and heavy and dripping, nudging against her thigh.
"My mate. Mine." Khan rumbles, nose nudging into Emily's neck.
The primal need and want for his mate boiled in his blood, unquenchable and unabated, it flamed fire and sparks in his veins and it drowned him in undeniable, intoxicating instinct that roared through his mind in a steady chant of mate-protect-his-protect-claim-cherish-mymate-merejaan-love-mine-take-protect-mine-mate.
"Yours, Khan." Emily promises, pressing a kiss to Khan's jawline, fingers weaving into the hairs at the nape of his neck.
Khan whines at his mate's admission, it's a high, heady whine, full of want and need and lust.
"Come here, Khan." Emily nearly sooths, one hand falling between them, brushing against Khan's arousal, as his length and hardness ruts against her thigh.
"Mere jaan." Khan moans, feeling his mate's hand twist upward expertly, stroking him, giving him some relief.
Emily smiles, pressing a kiss to Khan's jawline, hand slowly stopping her previous actions, Khan snarling lightly, hips pushing against her hand insistently, chasing pleasure.
"Mere jaan. Mate. Mine." Khan growls into his mate's ear, a warning, dominate and all alpha.
"Khan." Emily states gently, shifting her hips for Khan, legs widening, allowing Khan to settle between her, arousal pressed up against the warm folds to the entrance to her core.
Khan blinks, as if recalculating, then a low rumble, nose nudging into her pulse point, hands positioning, one by her head and one anchoring on her hip.
"Mere jaan." Khan rumbles lower, his baritone timber resonating deep in his chest, vibrating through her whole body as his hips press forward firmly.
"Khan." Emily moans, body arching as Khan slides in achingly perfect, filling her like she had not remembered past lovers before him, lighting up her body with sparks and fire.
Khan was intoxicated, the feeling of his mate's searing heat around him a drowning presence and essence he never wanted to leave. Emily Madison was his.
"Fuck. Khan." Emily gasps, feeling Khan stop, fully seated and buried to the hilt.
"Mere jaan." Khan rumbles, lips pressing against hers hard. "My mate."
"Your mate." Emily echoes back, hand coming up to cup Khan's face.
Lips lazily kiss while hands brush against bare skin, Khan nosing at his mate gently.
"Okay, Khan. It's okay." Emily whispers, nudging her hips against Khan's.
A thrill of energy, a whisper of passion and lust and a promise of claiming, of domination, of marking and possession flame through Khan at his mate's words.
Khan complies, shifting and angling his hips, thrusting against his mate, reveling in the feeling of her body contracting around his, pulling him in, the feeling of bare skin sliding against bare skin, the heat of their bodies and the sound of his mate desiring him, that sparked even higher feelings of passion and desire, lust and want, and possession, igniting it like propane on dry tinder, flaming it through every part of his body and mind.
"Kh- Khan!" Emily chokes out, her body arching into Khan's, hands scrambling for a grip on his back as Khan sinks even deeper than before, the head of his cock pressing firmly against her cervix, her body trembling.
"Mere jaan." Khan growls, thrusting forward again, hitting firmly against the same spot, eager to chase both their climaxes to completion.
"Fu- Kh- Khan!" Emily hisses, wiggling and bucking against Khan.
Khan feels his body tense, painful and throbbing, his release coiling within him like a tidal wave ready to break, his thrusts becoming more scattered and uncontrollable, and the alpha in him snarling, waiting for the moment he can finally claim his mate in entirety.
His mate cries out brokenly, her body clamping around him like a vice, the flood of her climax releasing like water breaking from a dam, pulling him under like a monsoon crashing over a cliff, triggering his own apex.
Khan growls, fierce and rattling, rumbling deep in his chest, a declaration of claiming, of triumph and vicious possession and ownership as he thrusts firmly into his mate's body, sheathing himself completely in his mate's welcoming heat, her own release and body still pulsating and clenching around his throbbing member, the thick coils of his own release spilling out in waves and strong bursts of warmth within her.
Instinct, primal, animalistic and distinctly warrior was ignited. Mate-his-claim-mymate-merejaan-take-mine-allmine-mymate.
Lips hunted along the curve of Emily's jugular, nose pressing delicately along her skin, breathing in her now tinted scent, altered from the smell of his own now mixed with hers; teeth suddenly sunk into skin, marking her as his.
"Jesus fu- Khan!" Emily swears, fuzzy warm feeling of just having sex slightly shattered, eyes flying open as she jerks under Khan's bite, his jaw locked tight like a Pitbull's.
A tongue licks against the bite apologetically as Khan unlocks his jaw, Khan nosing against his mate's neck once more reminding Emily of a cat.
"Jesus." Emily curses under her breathe, relaxing again, hand reaching up weave into Khan's hair, petting once.
Khan only rumbles contently, settling them down in the bed and curling around her, hands splayed across her hip and side.
"Mere jaan." Khan purrs.
"Hmm?" Emily hums back, sleepiness tugging at her consciousness.
"I love you, mere jaan." Khan rumbles low in his chest.
"I love you too, Khan."
So you are all such special snowflakes (in a good way)...
Two of my beautiful readers have correctly guessed why Emily is having health issues! I was trying to like, not make it obvious, but not make it too difficult. So congrats to those who figured it out! Cookies & hugs to you! ;)
And to answer another one of my reader's questions... Yes, Spock will come back! Promise, we have not seen the last of Commander Spock or the USS Enterprise!
Unlike a few of my stories, this is developing relationships completely separately. So we are seeing Emily/Khan & Emily/Spock develop completely on their own.
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P.S. I've also laid like several other hints in previous chapters for a few other things... Like, perhaps what is coming in the next chapter. *hint, hint*