Let's Go Thataway!

Chapter Fifty-one - Headed for the Embassy

Enterprise

Early June 2268

Spock

He awoke early, ready for the day's activities. He slipped carefully out of the bed and settled down in front of his firepot, carefully lighting only a small portion of incense. He did not want her to waken yet. She needed to be well rested.

When he drifted up from his meditation, he carefully doused the firepot, checking to be sure that all the coals were completely out. And then he set the cover over it and placed it in the insulated box that protected it when they were not there.

He walked back into the bedroom, and laid one finger gently against her face. Already rising from slumber, then. He eased his way back onto the bed, and began to nuzzle against her. She sighed, and stretched slightly, rolling over on her back. He bent over her and kissed her softly, and she murmured against his lips, her hands drifting over his body, tugging at him. He moved carefully, supporting his body so that his weight did not rest on her, his mouth moving over her face, her ears, her neck. He raised one hand, and tugged on the hem of the large tee-shirt she wore, pulling it up to expose her breasts. And then his fingers moved on her skin, making it sing to him, and he lightly caressed her nipples, causing them to stand up firmly as she moaned at him, her scent changing, filling him.

"Spock, Spock. Ah, that's so good, love, but he's sitting on my bladder and I'm going to burst in a minute."

He suppressed his desire and rose from the bed, lifting her up and setting her on the floor. She wobbled into the bathroom, and he heard her relieved sigh a moment later. And then she was coming back, and the tee-shirt was not on her body. She moved against him, rubbing herself on him, and he groaned as her hands cupped his buttocks, pulling against him. And then their son kicked him, hard, and he gasped and backed up. Her hands rose to hide her face as she attempted to hide her laughter.

"Our son does not like to be compressed."

"No, I'm afraid he doesn't."

"I can solve that problem." He lifted her again, laying her back on the bed, on her side, and curled himself behind her after shedding his clothing. His lok pressed firmly against her backside, and she sighed and moaned, pushing her buttocks back against him. He reached between them, and grasped himself, carefully sliding between her round cheeks, between her legs, against her wet warmth. Unable to suppress his response to the sensations this caused, he groaned again, and then growled at her when she moved her body, undulating against him, rubbing her wetness against his hard length.

His hands moved around to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, flicking the sensitive tips lightly, making her moan louder. "Ah, Spock, oh, that's so good."

He bent his face and found her neck and she stretched it out so that he could nuzzle there, and nip her skin. She trembled against him, and he thrust his hips against hers, moving his lok back and forth, caressing her with it. She gasped and moaned and her scent changed again, raising his arousal even more. He wrapped his hand about her thigh and lifted, placing her leg atop his, opening her up. And then he carefully slid into her, stroking so slowly, so carefully.

Her hands clenched before her, and he moved the arm beneath her, sliding his hand between hers. She clasped him tightly, almost sobbing now. He bit her neck lightly, and she almost screamed at him, jerking her body as he thrust harder. "Spock! Ah, yes."

He found it more and more difficult to stay with the slow, steady rhythm. His body wanted more. He moved his free hand, and found her wet folds, his fingers stroking softly, making her cry out now, exciting him. One finger rested now on that small bud of nerves, touching lightly, and she sobbed at him, so close. He could feel her, feeding all her feelings to him, filling him up. "Now, Nyota." His voice was husky, vibrating with need, as he stroked that small bud and thrust hard up into her. And she convulsed about him, squeezing down on his lok, clenching her muscles, filling him with her ecstasy. He felt the surge flow through his body, from deep within, up out and into her, as he exploded, filling her with his heat.

He held her close, shuddering with the force of his release, while she gasped and struggled to return to herself. And when her thundering heartbeat was more normal, he laid his hands upon her swollen belly, rubbing softly, while their son kicked and punched and complained about their vile treatment of him. He laughed softly, into her hair, joyous, while she sighed contentedly, laying her hands over his.

***

When they had showered and dressed, they headed for the mess hall for breakfast. Almost everyone they saw was dressed in civilian clothing already, heading out for leave shortly after breakfast. They exchanged greetings and farewells with their friends, everyone so eager to be off, yet almost sad at leaving friends behind. They would see them all again in six weeks.

They returned to their quarters and checked everything, and then Nyota made one last bathroom visit before they shut down the comlink and he picked up the duffels, and they exited to the corridor. Nyota entered their override code on the touchplate, sealing their quarters to all except necessary repairs until they returned, and they headed for the transporter deck to which they had been assigned, ready to beam down to San Francisco.

***

He stepped off the elevated deck and reached up to lift her down, setting her carefully on her feet before him. And then he turned, and took the duffels from the technician there, and they headed for the street, stopping halfway there when his father entered the room. Sarek stood there, looking at them, and Spock saw his eyes twinkling. Sarek looked at Nyota's swollen belly, and his lips quirked up. "Is this child going to be born in San Francisco?"

"No, no! He's going to be born on the Enterprise. I have Dr McCoy's word on that." She laughed and raised herself on tiptoe to brush a tiny kiss on Sarek's cheek. "How nice of you to come and meet us."

"I have a groundcar outside. Give me the luggage, Spock, and assist your bondmate, for the area is very crowded."

Spock handed over the two duffels, and put his arm about Nyota, steering her carefully through breaks in the crowd, trying to prevent anyone from running into her. It was with great relief that he found them at the groundcar, and as soon as Sarek unlocked it, he helped her in, fastening the webbing about her carefully. He seated himself, and Sarek took the pilot's seat, and they were off, pulling carefully in the traffic, headed for the Embassy. Family time had arrived.