Of Tea and Music

Chapter 53: Another Lake, Another Cabin

January, 2267

They had a chance to take shore leave together again and jumped at it. Another week, another lake, another cabin. It was irresistible.

And so they went, so eager that they were almost careless. Jim stopped him in the hall, tried to get him to change his plans and go along with him somewhere, rock climbing, and he was abrupt, irritated. Jim was astonished. He straightened up and said he needed time alone to meditate. Jim agreed and backed off.

He stalked toward the transporter deck, knowing she would be there wondering where he was. He was glowering by the time he got there. To find her fending off the advances of some engineer bent on having a good time on his leave. And why was no one doing anything about this oaf? He pushed his way between them and glared at the man, who quickly backed off.

He nodded at her and she jumped up on the pad, took her position. He joined her and demanded that the transporter be energized NOW. He hurried her off, away from the beam-down point, still raging. It wasn't until she laced her hand in his that he began to cool down.

They hadn't had much time to prepare. They brought little with them. But all they really needed was food, which came with the cabin. Nothing else really mattered. He did not intend to have her out of his reach the whole week.

Too much had happened recently. He truly did need to regain his calm. But meditation would not be his path this time. This time she would restore him. This was a certainty.

The rented flitter touched down beside the small cabin. He picked up the small duffels and opened the hatch, stepping out and extending a hand to her, to help her out. They crossed the small space and entered the cabin. Not as nice as the first one, but adequate. The food was adequate. The bed was much more than adequate. It was large. As he stood beside it, he realized that it was at exactly the right height. He leaned down, splaying his hands on the surface, pushing. Just the right resistance. He turned and saw her trying to hide her grin. And then she was in his arms.

He wanted to tear her clothing off, but he restrained himself. With great control, he removed her clothing one piece at a time, using the fasteners correctly when it would have been so much easier to rip them off. She would need this clothing to return to the ship. But when she was bare, he was on the edge. She placed her hands on the sides of his face, talking to him, but he could not understand her, words were beyond him. She moved her hands on his body, releasing him from the confining cloth, touching, lighting fires wherever she moved. And then she was on the bed, moving backwards. He grabbed her ankle, pulled her back towards him until her bottom was right on the edge of the bed. He dropped down, his other hand going to her other thigh, pushing it to the side. He buried his nose against her, breathing deeply, sucking in her scent, letting it flow through him. Ah, yes, Nyota.

He ran his tongue over her, making her moan. He slid his hands under her bottom, pulling her against his face, lips and tongue and teeth tasting, licking, sucking, wanting her, wanting to hear her scream at him, wanting to feel her quiver and clench against him. He shook with it. She had the bedclothes clutched tight in her hands, her back arched up, her legs quivering beside his ears. She was crying out at him now, Spock! Oh God, SPOCK! And she was shaking and throbbing and so very wet.

He rose up and thrust inside her. It was glorious, feeling her all around him, muscles throbbing against his lok, so wet, so wonderful. His Nyota, only his. He thrust again and felt the gathering at the center of his body, bursting out, filling him with fire, like lava it flowed through him and he filled her with it.

His arms quivered. His body wanted to collapse on her, cover her, feel her beneath him. Carefully he lowered himself, feeling her wrapping herself around him, holding him. Yes, this was what he had needed. Craved. He slid his hands under her body, lifting her up, crawled up the bed until he was far enough that their feet would be on the bed, then let himself collapse, rolling to have her on top. He settled down and allowed himself to go limp. She was already asleep. It only took him a minute to follow

***

When they awoke, he made long, slow, tender love to her, treasuring every part of her, making her sigh and moan, and murmur soft words that made his heart soar. And they shook and burned and cried out together as his hand cradled her face. And the bleakness began to fade.

Later she pulled him into the bathroom, into the shower, and they stood in the water and rubbed the fragrant gel on each other, making bodies throb and burn again. And she wrapped her legs around him and bit his ears and his neck and he roared at her, shaking and burning. And it was bliss.

He built a fire in the fireplace and laid her on the rug and worshipped her. And she knelt between his legs and used her mouth to drive him mad. And it was ecstasy. And he was alive with it.

They laid tangled up around one another and talked. And talked. And talked. And then they made love again. And again. And again. And they were soft, and relaxed, and quiet, and it was all very, very wonderful.

***

Eventually they had to leave. So they showered, and dressed, and packed and went back. And returned to the ship - refreshed, renewed, ready again.

Back to silent looks and small touches, and sitting with friends to eat and talk, and playing music, and drinking tea, and playing poker, and being so professional on the bridge. The way they knew how to be, together, and yet themselves. And it was not quite enough, but there were the times they had alone together, and they made do, knowing that at some point, there would be another lake, another cabin, another time for renewal.