Once again, Commander Spock and Dr. Vida found themselves alone in an elevator, staring ahead to avoid palpable tension.
"Something strange happened on the planet's surface." He broke the silence first.
"You saw the storm in the hut?"
"What storm?"
"Dr. McCoy and I climbed the mountain to treat their elder, Mana...who was dying at the time and is now deceased after expending what I would imagine was a great deal of power to cause an electrical storm within her home. Her people claimed she was clairvoyant...and she did produce a vision, of sorts, although of course I have no way of ascertaining whether it was indeed the future." Her tone was inquisitive, but shaky.
He gathered that the experience had unsettled her; a sentiment he shared. "What did you see?"
"Wait, if you didn't know of the storm- what strange event were you referring to?" Her eyebrow raised.
"My vision blurred suddenly, causing me to trip. While on the ground I experienced a vision as well...It must have occurred due to the...bond-"
"What did you see?"
"It was similar to...what I saw when we mind-melded...We were on Vulcan, in garden, wearing strange robes...but you were-" The door opened, cutting him off.
"Commander Spock, I'm sure you have reports to get to. I would like to finish this conversation, privately...and to test...something-"
"I will arrange a visit to your lab after hours."
They both walked away feeling even less settled.
Spock finished those reports, and some others. Every few minutes, he checked the time. He barely ate dinner and was eager to return to his own quarters afterwards. Staring into his bathroom mirror, he smoothed out his uniform and washed his face, without understanding why he was compelled to do either. At first, he thought it was in an effort to appear professional, but then reconsidered when he considered that their future would involve him in a different context. He then considered that perhaps part of him wanted to appear attractive to her.
When he made his way to the lab space, he was instead beckoned into the small exam room. In her decorating, she'd made the walls pink. There were posters advertising for various contraceptive brands hanging. It left the distinct impression she wouldn't be caring for many male patients.
Dr. Vida stood at the counter with a small cryo-box, "Please finish explaining your vision."
"You never told me what you saw."
"Exactly what you described-"
"Does the phrase 'mother of the new world' mean anything to you?" They fired back and forth in such rapid succession they almost spoke over each other.
"I heard it for the first time today...It could be the ramblings of a delusional, dying old woman...OR it could be referring to my work-"
"Project Keshtan-"
"It seems that I've taken on a much larger responsibility than the one I had originally anticipated."
He sensed that she was overwhelmed and anxious, and softened his tone. "...I have confidence in your capabilities...And I may not be a laboratory technician, however, I am willing to help in any capacity."
"I will be taking you up on that offer likely sooner than you anticipated." She stepped to the exam table and pulled forward new sanitary paper. "Take a seat."
"Why?" He raised an eyebrow.
"You're aware of my serum, yes?"
"Yes-"
"I've never tested it on a man who wasn't 100% Vulcan."
"I did not anticipate the capacity you would have me assist in would be that of a- what's the colloquial term?- guinea pig-"
"Research participant."
His head cocked to one side, "There's something else."
"You know that because of this telepathic bond, which you claim to be a mating bond. I'm not convinced however-"
"I had hoped I would not have to address this directly, but need I remind you of the incident with the mirrors?"
Her eyes widened. Without having known it before, she suddenly was aware of exactly what he was referring to. "You've been watching-"
"Not intentionally-"
"But you felt pleasure-"
"And you didn't?"
"And how are we to tell if that is a true Vulcan mating bond or a human reaction to a mental connection? We're half human after all, and humans are primates. Primates turn to sexual activity with very little provocation. If I inject you with the serum, I can learn both whether it works on partial Vulcans and if I am impacted by your plak tow-"
"And if it does work? If I go into a plak tow, who do you suggest I fight to the death? Or have you arranged another research subject for me to have-"
"I have a counteracting agent I can inject...potentially for both of us, were that to be needed...I anticipated I would...restrain you BRIEFLY, inject the serum, and wait for results. I could record a few data points and then administer the antidote. Myself first, IF it's required, so that I am capable of administering it to you as well."
He hesitated. The plak tow was an unpleasant experience, and she was making a big ask. Neither of them knew of the potential of complications, but he had promised to help her. Part of him also experienced a curiosity related to confirming their bond.
She noted his discomfort. "Once I know for sure...It will be easier to...walk away from...I need to know. Please?"
He noted the sincerity and vulnerability in her expression. "What do you need me to do?" With a sigh, he took a seat on her exam table, hoping that his gesture would be seen as a metaphoric olive branch.
"The sleeves on the uniform don't roll up high enough, so please remove your shirt." She oriented the back of the table upright, forming a chair-like object. He complied.
Spock was fair skinned, with yellow undertones. A light spattering of hair spanned his chest and extended downward to his navel. He was lean, but couldn't be called thin or muscular per say. The room was cool, raising both his body hair and nipples in response.
First, a vitals monitor was placed on his wrist. Vivian swallowed hard when she moved to place wireless electrodes on his chest. Gently, she brushed his bangs to the side to place more electrodes on his forehead. It was the closest they had been, other than when they had kissed. His monitor produced higher than average vital signs immediately. Although he maintained his external composure, the machines revealed his arousal.
Vivian pushed his shoulders back slowly, and began dragging belts across his torso to secure him. When her eyes met his, she froze for a moment. They were dark and deep. In them she felt similarity, familiarity, and a sense of understanding. She cleared her throat and pulled herself away to wipe his upper arm with an alcohol swab. "There should be minimal discomfort with the injection...So long as you can describe symptoms of plak tow, doing so aloud would be helpful. The data will remain anonymous." She tapped at her device for a moment. "You have experienced a Pon Farr cycle before, yes?"
"Yes, years ago."
"Excellent, then if something unusual happens you can let me know." She scrubbed her hands, put on gloves, opened the cryobox, and removed two syringes. Finally, she approached his side, and put the needle into his arm. When she withdrew it, she immediately covered the spot with a bandage, then stepped back to observe. "How was that?"
"No different than any other injection I've experienced." He was unsure of what he expected to happen, or, better yet, what he wanted to happen.
"Now we wait." Vivian stepped into the lab space briefly to retrieve a second cryobox, just in case.
"Doctor? I believe my internal temperature is increasing." The cool in the room no longer bothered him. His face began to flush, and sweat began to form on his forehead. He blinked hard, his vision beginning to change. The monitors thudded loudly with a faster heartrate.
"I'm here," She assured as she returned, placing the second box beside the first. Then she began typing vigorously, and taking measurements from her monitors. "What are you experiencing now?"
He breathed hard, but didn't answer.
"Spock?" She remained calm, and wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or relieved. "What's happening now?" His eyes were almost rolled back in his head. "Spock?" She locked eyes with him and again, stood still. Her heart began to thump faster and her breathing changed patterns. He was right.
The table suddenly rattled as he lurched forward against the restraints, which dug into his chest but didn't give way. The sudden motion made her gasp, her body trembling slightly. It also drew her attention to his pants, which seemed, again, tight in the front. Her head swimming, she went back to the counter to get the second syringe. In her steps, she noticed the pulsation between her legs and forming moisture.
He noticed her shift her pelvis. "Vivian..."
She took the syringe and stepped back towards him.
He shook his head, as if to say no. His eyes moved to the restraint release.
She shook her head, as if to say no. He was in a rage, violent, aggressive, not thinking clearly. An unrestrained male in such a condition could cause significant damage. She swallowed hard, also understanding what he would likely do to her. The rational part of her brain twitched realizing that perhaps, that was what she wanted. The rational part of her brain was shutting down. A more primal part of her had been reached, summoned by the influx of hormones experienced by her mate. She considered releasing him, but keeping her antidote in case something went to far.
Knowing it was a bad idea, she leaned forward and kissed him. His mouth was almost hot to the touch. His saliva lingered on her lips, supercharging her mania. Almost against the pleading of her mind, her hand pushed the release. She jumped backwards to put distance between the two of them, anxiously gripping her weapon.
He raised an eyebrow, and began to move the belts away. Standing, he moved towards her slowly.
"Spock," Her voice was shaky, and seemed to be issuing him a warning, or perhaps pleading with him in some way.
He reached her in two strides, hovering over her, leaning her body into the counter. She could feel the heat radiate off of him, his hot breath grazing her forehead. His fingers came under her chin, tilting it upwards to his face. Their eyes scanned each others for a moment, attempting to make sense of their predicament. Her mouth tingled, waiting for his. Once she was distracted, his hand made a play for hers, successfully knocking the syringe onto the ground.
"Wait," She panted, hearing glass crack under his boot as he kissed her, roughly. Something in her head malfunctioned. She couldn't think clearly either. His hands moved under her uniform dress and gripped her thigh before parting her legs. Her head lolled back on the cabinet as she felt him slide her panties down. His eyes didn't leave hers; one hand moved up to her neck, while the other moved between her legs. He rolled the moisture between his fingers, satisfied at his newfound control. Quietly, she whimpered as he inserted a finger. He seemed to growl in response.
Again, he made a sudden movement. This time, he caught her by the waist and flung her forward. She slammed into the exam table, knocking the air out of her and making her eyes shake within her head. She froze when she heard him approach, her torso laying completely on the piece. Her legs twitched in place.
He moved a foot between hers, moving her legs apart, then flipped her skirt up over her back, exposing her round, pale ass. An impulse he was unfamiliar with moved him to give it a firm swat. She yelped under his hand, burying her face in the paper. His handprint lit up on her flesh, arousing him further. After several harsh squeezes, he turned his attention to himself to undo his pants. When she heard the zip, she instinctively gripped the edges of the table.
He gripped himself firmly, and gave a few hardy strokes. His shiny tip oozed as he drug it across her crevice. Without further warning, he slammed into her with full force. She cried out and clenched her eyes shut. He groaned in ecstasy. It had been entirely too long since he'd experienced carnal pleasure. He looked down at the woman, her figure exaggerated, her hair covering her face, only parted by pointy ears; seeing himself spearing into her jiggling flesh made his manhood swell to an unbearable degree. With a series of grunts, he dug his fingertips into the flesh of her hips and began thrusting violently.
It was as if the two conjoining pieces had been designed for each other; he felt squeezed but not uncomfortably so. She felt full and pleasurable spots of her interior were easily reached. On occasion he went too deep, causing her to cry out in pain. The doctor part of her brain lit up long enough to tell her he'd bruised her cervix. The pain wasn't enough, however, to override her mounting pleasure. Much like their incident with the mirror, they seemed to feel both sides of the equation, their pleasure amplified through each other. With the little range of motion she had, she thrust herself backwards, causing a more forceful collision.
Taking note of her movements, he wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled it back. In an instinctual move, he ensured she would truly enjoy the experience. Letting go of her hair, he moved arm over her leg, between her abdomen and the table to find her most sensitive spot. A shout let him know he'd found it successfully. The creases on his fingers moved on her as he thrust. Her breathing quickened. He felt a tightening in his lower abdomen.
"I-Spock-oh!"
He took the sign to continue his motions, but was unable to control his speed which continued to increase. "Come for me." He demanded, his voice harsh like a threat.
Her body obeyed his voice. She sucked in air and stilled, shaking, before shouting once loudly. Her voice moved to a whimper as she convulsed for several seconds. Her internal muscles locked down. With a final moan he lost control, spilling himself inside her. He fell forward, on top of her.
Spock caught his breath, but the room still span. He stumbled back, upright, removing himself from his partner. There were tissues on the counter, which he promptly found to clean himself with before finding his shirt and dressing once again. Quickly, he removed the electrodes and set them on the counter. Blinking hard, he rubbed his eyes and head. When he opened his eyes, he saw a woman, still facedown on the table. Vivian. The image before him reminded him of what he'd seen when he saw her for the first time. Again, he felt concern for her, but this time, the disgust was self directed. The flog cleared from his mind, and he began to regain memory of what had just occurred.
"Vivian?" He rushed back to her, flipped her skirt back down to cover her, and gently rolled her over. "Vivian? Dr. Vida?"
Her breathing was heavy, but she swallowed and sort of groaned. The movement relieved him, some, showing that she'd just fainted. He pulled her into the sitting position of the table.
"Ow," She squirmed, beginning to stretch. He grabbed another tissue to wipe away the semen leaking down her leg. After washing his hands, he fumbled around the cabinets, keeping watch on her through the reflection in the metal. He found a tube of plastic cups and filled one up at the sink.
"Here," He urged her to take a drink.
When she finally opened her eyes, she hesitated to meet his.
"Vivian...I...I will not contest any charges you bring against me."
Her eyebrow raised, "Charges?"
"Sexual assault-"
"Spock-"
"Battery-"
"SPOCK," Vivian met his eyes, and although they were as indistinguishable as ever, their connection showed her his sense of guilt. "You've done nothing wrong." She assured.
"You are in pain and I was the cause-"
"I also experienced a great deal of pleasure...which you also caused, doing what I asked nonetheless... I knew there would be a risk...If anything, I should apologize to you for administering drugs meant to-"
"You have no reason to apologize...While the serum may have eliminated otherwise maintained inhibitions...I already experienced an attraction to you." He sat on the edge of the table, and searched her face. It was stoic, but he read her as having a sense of guilt too. She was surprised by what had just happened, overwhelmed by the prospect of having a Vulcan mating partner, and confused on several levels. She was unsure of where her contentment and pleasure came from, how this impacted her ongoing relationship with the human male, and what it was she felt for her new mate.
Spock and Vivian developed a curiosity towards one another at the time of their meeting. That had turned to animosity at their unwilling partnership. Now, something else was forming. Affection.
"I believe the hormones may be lingering. I still feel a desire to touch you." She explained.
"Given the circumstances, that would be acceptable."
She leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder. "I believe you now...about the mating bond."