All Good Things
Chapter Fifty-five - Holly and Mistletoe
On Board the Enterprise
December 2277
Nyota
She was talking to Tamara and Christine when she noticed out of the corner of her eye what Spock was eating. She sent him a mental chastisement over their link, but he did not acknowledge it, nor stop eating. He simply continued his conversation with Bones and Jim as though nothing at all was wrong. She kept an eagle eye on him after that, and when he headed back to the refreshment table, she excused herself and followed him. Seeing what he had piled on his plate, she moved to intercept him. "Just what do you think you are doing?"
He looked at her in total innocence. "I am sampling the refreshments." He did not even have the temerity to look in the least bit guilty or attempt to hide what he was doing.
"Spock! That's all chocolate! You can't eat that much chocolate in public! You know better." She began to tug at the plate he held tightly.
He bent his head so that their foreheads almost touched. His voice, when he spoke, was low and husky. "But I do not plan to stay in public after it is consumed."
She was suddenly awash with heat, trembling with desire. "Spock, stop it. Wait."
He straightened back up. "I will finish my refreshment and my conversation and then we can leave." And he tugged the plate out of her suddenly limp fingers and sauntered back to where their friends stood, leaving her staring after him in shock.
It was not long after that that he looked down at the empty plate and sighed, and then turned to find her standing at his elbow. "I believe...perhaps...it is past time to leave." He swayed a little on his feet. She slipped her hand through his elbow and tugged, trying to get him moving. Jim and Bones just stood there, grinning like Cheshire cats.
"If you two say a word about this to anyone, I have plenty of dirt to get back at you with - and make your wives upset with you to boot."
The grins changed to looks of alarm, and both men hastened to assure her that they would say absolutely nothing about the First Officer's indiscretion. She tugged on Spock's arm again, and he turned slowly, heading out for the doorway carefully, watching where he set each foot. It took far too long to reach their quarters, and the looks their babysitter gave them had her wanting to pound her head on the wall. But eventually she had him in the bedroom, the door locked, the soundproofing on, and the lights turned down low. "What am I going to do with you?"
He leered at her. "I have a list. Of suggestions. If you cannot think of anything." He undid the seals of his trousers and let them fall down around his ankles, revealing the large bulge in his briefs. She shook her head. Of course the chocolate had had its usual effect on him, how could it not?
She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed to pull off her shoes, then headed to the closet to hang up her party dress. She was standing there, arms outstretched, when she felt his heat all up and down her back. He was nuzzling against her neck and rubbing his erection against her bottom.
"Nyota, k'diwa, you are so intoc...intic..innntoxicating."
"And you are so drunk, Spock." She sighed and leaned back against him. "You ate far too much chocolate. What am I going to do with you?"
"You will punish me and have your way with me." His breath was very warm against the back of her neck and she shivered, and then what he was saying sunk in. So that was what he wanted, was it? They hadn't done that in some time. She removed herself from his warm embrace, and turned about.
"Disrobe." Only one word, and spoken sharply. And he hurried to obey, tripping over the trousers pooled around his ankles, clumsy from the amount of chocolate in his system, and all the time, murmuring that she was beautiful, and other terms of endearment that she didn't often hear. She waited until he was nude, his lok straining up before him, drops of lubricant already shining on the head, before doing or saying anything else. And then she simply pointed to the bed, and he went quickly, stripping the cover back and positioning himself in the center, flat on his back, with his arms stretched up over his head.
She stood where she was in his line of sight and slowly began to remove the rest of her clothing, stretching and bending as she did so, to give him plenty to look at. Her pregnancy did not really show up yet, except in her breasts, which had already begun to fill out, as they always did. When she bent over, they swung down freely, her long nipples hanging down, clearly outlined. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and looking through her lashes, saw him push his hips up, bringing his lok into sharp relief, standing up stiffly from his belly. Oh, he had so planned this. And she had not even had any idea.
When she was completely nude, she stepped up to the side of the bed and leaned over him, careful not to touch him at all. She reached out and down, between the end of the mattress and the wall, and retrieved what was hidden there. Firmly welded to the metal support of the bed was a pair of handcuffs, which she now clasped about his waiting wrists, still not touching his skin with hers. When he was bound, she stepped back, and heard his long sigh. She turned, so that all he saw was her back, and stepped into their bathroom, returning with a pump-top bottle. And then she proceeded to smooth moisturizing lotion all over her body, twisting and turning, always in his sight, but never in his reach. Behind her he twisted and bucked and groaned, but she paid him no attention.
When she was finished, she turned and walked into the bathroom again. This time when she returned, she had a small jar in her hands. Carefully she sat on the edge of the bed and removed the lid from the jar. She dipped one finger in and drew it out, covered in a thick soft cream, which she began to run gently over his chest. He groaned. She grinned, and continued in her ministrations, being ever so careful not to touch any of the spots he so obviously wanted her to touch. He began to make suggestions to her, which she ignored. She rubbed the cream over his ribcage, over the muscles in his arms. But when she moved down, and began to rub it into his legs, he began to beg, ever so quietly. And still she ignored him. When she had finished, she put the lid back on the jar, and rose from the bed, going back into the bathroom to put it where it had come from.
She returned to stand at the foot of the bed and watch him. His skin gleamed now, in the low light, and all his muscles stood out sharply from the tension he was under. He was beginning to pant slightly, and his hair was becoming disheveled from the way he was tossing about. She bent over the bed, and began to crawl up it, between his legs. He immediately spread his legs apart, giving her access to whatever she wished to touch, but she touched nothing, that is until she was practically nose-up against his scrotum. She breathed softly on that sensitive skin, and watched it contract, pulling his testicles completely against his body, and heard his moan of pleasure. She put out one finger, and traced lazy designs over the tightly contracted skin, putting slight pressure on first one testicle, and then the other. He groaned loudly and put his feet flat on the bed, bending his knees, so that he could push his hips toward her.
She chuckled softly and moved back, out of his reach, and he whined at her. She bent again, and ever so gently began to lick against the skin she had been tantalizing. He growled and bucked against her, trying to push himself into her mouth, but she kept far enough back that he did not succeed. And now he began to offer suggestions, and make pleas, all the time trying to get her to increase the pleasure she was giving him. He was panting hard now, and his lok was oozing lubricant steadily, small drops dripping down onto his flat abdomen. She put her hands on the bed on either side of him and bent over him carefully, putting her face down so that she could lick his skin clean.
He growled much louder, and began to pull against the handcuffs, thrusting his body at her. "You have punished me enough, Nyota. Forgive me now and let me loose."
But she was not quite ready to do that, and continued to tease him, nibbling on him here and there, tweaking his nipples, biting his hip, running her hands up the inside of his thighs, until he was completely beside himself, growling and pulling and thrusting. And then something happened that had never happened before. The metal bar that the handcuffs were welded to pulled free of the framework and his hands came sailing towards her, the bar trailing behind. At the same time, the framework of the bed collapsed with a loud crash, the connections to the bulkheads pulling out with loud groaning noises.
Nyota leapt from the bed and stood there, shaking, confused, alarmed. And then, over the monitor that Spock had installed, that allowed them to hear their children even thought they could not hear their parents, she heard the startled cries as they were all woken from their sleep by the noise, which had obviously overwhelmed the ability of the soundproofing to muffle. In only a few seconds, there were small fists pounding on their door, demanding entrance, wanting to know what that noise was. She turned quickly, and pulled the covers up over Spock's body, jerking his arms down under as far as they would go. With the covers pulled over the side of the bed, it was not so obvious that the entire frame was pulled away from the wall, and the sleeping surface canted at a strange angle. Next she darted into the closet and came out, pulling a robe around her. She tied the belt as she opened the door, and gathered her excited children into her arms.
"Everything's okay. Baba just forgot how strong he is. Nothing to be alarmed about. Everybody back to bed."
Semik and Sobek were peering around her legs, trying hard to get into the bedroom, but she kept the door blocked, and forcibly turned them about and pushed them in front of her. Grayson and Amanda kept showering her with questions that she answered with platitudes that did not satisfy them in the least. It took her far too long to get them all back in their beds and stagger back into the master bedroom. She locked the door again, and turned the soundproofing back on, and took her robe back to the closet. And then she turned to him, where he lay, exactly as she had left him, and turned her sternest look on him. "Oh, you owe me big time for that one, Spock. Big Time. And how to you propose to pay up?"
"If you will release me, Nyota, I shall do my best." He held up his hands, still held together by the handcuffs.
She could not help it. She burst out laughing. And then she found the hidden latches and released him, and he pulled her down on top of him, and spent a very long time demonstrating exactly how he intended to pay up. And she found no complaints whatsoever in his method.
Completely limp, she fell asleep on the strangely canted bed, half draped over his body. It was not until the next morning, when she awoke, that he asked her, very quietly, what had happened to the bed.
