6

As I lay on the bed I shifted about. Spock had gone to his own room and I remained here. My dreams plaguing me. His hands over mine.I couldn't bear it.

As I glanced outside I saw my silhouette in my bedroom. The Vulcan version of the moon shining in her splendor. Completely full now. My hair flowing free and my white Vulcan silk robe wrapped around me like a second skin. My cheeks burning.

I could handle it.I really could.maybe some 'self-service'? No.that would be out of the question. I glanced over the balcony. Beside my bedroom was his.he lay there.hopefully naked.OH NO.bad thoughts.I whacked my head against the wall. That image had to get out.he was my mentor.not done...not done.NOT done. I fanned my face. Vulcan was warm, even by night, even more when you had the blood fever.softly I skitted to Spock's side of the balcony. I climbed over mine and jumped to his. I could dream this way. I usually would skip down here when I had my 'nightly dwellings' as Sarek called them.

The flowers beneath me covered me with their scent. A bit of honey with lavender. Nice. I hung over the rim and looked down. The villa was build on a ridge. Garden below, ravine further down. What ever I did, or would, falling would be painful and deadly. Better not do that.

Like a teenager I skitted over his balcony and glanced inside, he was in his bed, DUH, it was 02.20 in the morning. A assumption that would be quite correct. I sneaked in and kneeled down at his side of the bed. His breathing went steady and calm. Well he was the only one in the house that could that. My arms on the rim of the bed and my head on top that. There. Watching him was better then imagining him, or touching him. Yes, much saver this way.

My mind was a bit blurry. With difficulty I pushed that away. What was so wrong with watching.with a fingertip, my right index, I touched his arm. There, I touched him.carefully I crawled back to see if he would wake. He moved a bit and slept on. Phew. But what if I did it with two fingers? I crawled back. Now two fingers crossed his arm. Now he definitely stirred. Quickly I scrammed. Ooohhhhh dear.bad girl.

"Saavik?" I froze. Okay.with a tiny innocent smile I turned around. "Yes?"

"Why are you in my sleeping chambers?" he turned on a light and watched as I twiddled my fingers. "Why do you ask. You know why." He stood up and tossed away his blankets.

"Why not ask sooner." "In your words? I am stubborn.it hurts." With his hands behind his back he looked at my flushed face. Did he wait for an invitation??? His bare chest gently went up and down as he glared me over.

"So, you honor me with a visit." "Yes."

"You will accept me?" Inward I thought that I even would accept Pardek, he was a man right? "Yes.please." "Begging will not be necessary Saavikam. Come."

He guided me to the bed and he gently draped me down. Pretty ceiling. I was so nervous. His hands started at my feet, gently massaging them. Then he went up.higher..above my knee's.oh.by.the.Vulcan.old.gods.don't you dare stop. he did. Suddenly he was at my face. His hands skillfully went over my cheekbones, ears, eyebrows.gently touching my mind. While doing that I felt like the man in the story's of the Terran's. Jesus Christ was his name. My arms spawned, my legs together.

He kissed me gently on my mouth. I had no knowledge that he was such a skillful kisser. Suddenly he completely mind-melted with me. Whoooohooo. Hold it.too fast.

/Trust me./ //I am, not so fast.//

/I do not./ //Yes.you are.// Images flooding my mind, I assumed with him it was the same.

I moaned as he send me very, very, very erotic scenes. This was nasty. The sound of fabric being torn. Who cares. Spock continued his private movie as I completely was enchanted by his touch. Returning the favor. My hands to his temples. Payback. This time he moaned. Take that mister I-will-send- images-to-aid-you.

After what seemed like a long time we parted again.

"We bonded on a mental plain already Saavikam." I nodded. "I know." I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down. I kissed him passionately and reluctantly released him again. He left for a while but returned quite quick. Now I noticed I lay here naked. When did he.how did I.huh? I noticed that he was undressed as well.

I wanted to talk but could not, sweat poured down my face as I almost lost my mind. He noticed and grabbed both my hands, he then gazed down at me while his body hung over mine. Okay.

"It will be fine Aduna." He called me wife.his wife.he-he.I was bonded to the most important ambassador of the federation.as I thought about that a gulf of pleasure overwhelmed me. Gently he rocked back and forth. My nails imbedded in his skin. This felt divine.

"Don't.stop." I closed my eyes and curled my back up. "I.won't.Aduna." In perfect harmony we continued until we both fell asleep against the other. But my fever was disappearing. Thank the gods.now the hard stuff began. Informing Starfleet and the Vulcans we bonded. Ah well.we would see. For now, with all his flaws, he was mine.

Well, it was kind off easy, Spock did it. All kinds of questions for Spock. Who was I, how did we met. When would the official wedding be.that kind of inquiry. Like, I did not care. I re-enlisted and was promoted to captain. T'Lar bonded us Vulcan style, an Admiral, human style. Soryana was pleased she had a new father, and I had a husband. And tell you what, my 'present' for Spock was due in five months.

What the Vulcan tell me is correct. You can live long and prosper. And although I do not condone Spock's efforts in reunification, I am his mate. I shall not work against him anymore. Maybe I have accepted my heritage. Whether by that woman on Romulus or by mere logic. I am a Starfleet captain, A wife, mother, and the head of a family most wished to be. Life could be worse. Right?

End.