A/N: This is where the P part of PG comes in. It's just the lusty aspects that make it PG, though nothing too bad really happens.
HEART BEAT by Lina Shay
Chapter Five: Burning
Taurik couldn't sleep. It was nearly midnight, the lulling sound of crickets filled the fresh night air. All was calm and peaceful. And yet, Taurik could not sleep. He felt feverish and agitated for no reason he could think of.
Taurik glanced over at Sito. She lay still with her eyes lightly closed. The glow from the previously roaring embers highlighted Sito's flaxen hair. She was a very lovely woman, Taurik had always observed as much. She was also deeply kind and uncommonly brave. In every way, a credit to her species, her sex, and to Starfleet. She was very admirable. He had always thought so since he was first introduced to her character.
Sito stirred a little, then turned onto her other side. Taurik looked up at the stars. It was conceivable that he and Sito may be on this planet for quite some time. Taurik could not remember all the efforts he made to lose the Enterprise. He might have masked his ion trail so that Enterprise could not track him. If this were the case, it was only logical that he and Sito should... Taurik stopped the thought. This was no time to think of such things. His first priority as a Starfleet officer was to get himself and Sito off the planet. Besides, Sito had been his friend since she came aboard the Enterprise. She would probably not even consider the idea of bonding with him.
Taurik was not able to sleep all night, but he was in deep meditation when the sun rose and roused him. He turned to where Sito had slept and found the spot empty. He must have been so deep in meditation that he did not hear her get up. Taurik contrived that Sito may have gone to the shuttle and began an attempt to reinitiate contact with the Enterprise. He figured that she would need his assistance.
Taurik brushed himself off and went in search of her. When he came upon the shuttle, he found that Sito was not attempting to repair it. She stood rather off from the shuttle, making graceful movements Taurik recognized as the Klingon energizes which Sito always did. Taurik stood by, transfixed on her.
Sito wore a pale pink undershirt which was moist from perspiration. Strands of her dark blonde hair fell over her ridged nose as she brought one hand around in front of her. She pursed her plump lips when she exhaled, her bosom rising and falling evenly. Taurik felt his blood begin to heat up. He wanted her so badly his body was quivering. He was severely tempted to walk right up and bond with her then and there. While he still had the ability to fight the yearning, Taurik retreated to the inside of the shuttle.
As he sat meditating, Taurik knew this could only be one thing. He was going through the Pon Farr. The memory lapses, sleeplessness and sudden loss of emotional control coincided with the symptoms of the Vulcan mating cycle. He had to mate or the rigorous amount of adrenaline pumping through his system would kill him. It was not an option to impose himself upon Sito. He had to get the shuttle working.
"Wow, that's devotion," came Sito's voice behind him. "You meditate at the camp. You mediate in the shuttle. You're a regular meditating machine."
"It is part of being Vulcan," Taurik rolled his eyes, feeling annoyance rising. "YOU wouldn't understand."
"You sound odd, Taurik," Sito told him. "Are you all right?"
"I am fine," Taurik said slowly and full of ire.
"I'm sorry," Sito muttered. "I didn't mean to disturb you when you were meditating if that's why you're mad."
Taurik looked over his shoulder at Sito's penitent face. He took a deep breath, full of self loathing for having made her upset.
"I think we should get to work," Taurik suggested.
Sito and Taurik worked through the morning. Taurik focused his attention on the aft science station while Sito, sitting on her knees, accessed the main power grid beneath the main control panel. Around eleven hundred hours, Taurik began to notice Sito rotating and fingering her shoulders quite often.
"Are your muscles paining you, Ensign?" Taurik asked, lowering his tricorder.
"No, I'm fine," Sito insisted, returning to her work.
Taurik raised his eyebrows curiously, then went back to attempting a communications interlock. A few moments later, Sito was back to massaging her neck and shoulders.
"Maybe you should rest, Ensign," Taurik suggested.
"I'm all right, Taurik," Sito told him over her shoulder. "I can deal with it. There is too much work to do to be stopping every time I have a little backache. Besides I think I've repaired the communications. I just need to make one more adjustment."
Taurik felt the corners of his mouth raise slightly. Her diligence and longsuffering was very appealing in a mate. Taurik walked over to where she sat and knelt down behind her.
"If you would permit me, Ensign," Taurik began. "Vulcans have extensive knowledge in muscle relaxing techniques and you would be able to remain at your task."
Sito turned her blue eyes to him. "Promise not to do the death grip on me?"
"I wouldn't do that, Ensign," Taurik insisted.
She searched his face for a few seconds before nodding. Taurik reached one arm around the front of her shoulders while he pressed the heal of his other hand in a circular motion just above her right shoulder blade.
"Oh, Taurik," Sito moaned. "That feels great."
Taurik moved his hand over to the base of her neck. He reached his fingers around to her jugular artery. He gently pressed his fingers back and forth. Sito tilted her head to the side, allowing him more access. As Taurik caressed her neck, he was having a difficult time maintaining self-control. The feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers and the heat of her body being so near was getting to him. He had to maintain control.
Sito reached up and touched the hand in front of her shoulders. When their fingers touched, Taurik exhaled quickly. She didn't know what she was doing. Vulcan's kissed through the touching of fingers. It was a very sensual area.
Taurik quickly withdrew both arms. He put his thumbs and forefingers together near his face to help focus his mind. Sito turned around and looked at him in concern.
"What's wrong, Taurik?" She asked.
He could not tell her. He was too ashamed to let her know that he was having trouble bridling his passions for her. Sito touched his hands again. She meant to be comforting, but she only made things for difficult for him.
He just couldn't hold back anymore. He reached out and cupped both hands around her chin. Sito looked confused for a moment, then she locked her eyes on his and stared intensely. He wasn't exactly sure what to do next. Sito must have seen this because she leaned forward, his hands still on her face, and pressed her lips to his. This action was nothing to a Vulcan, but Taurik knew what it meant for bajorans. It was a term of endearment, a source of pleasure, and a prelude to mating. Sito wanted him as well.
Undulating his lips for Sito pleasure, Taurik dropped one hand to where her's rested and touched her fingers. Taurik let his suppressed passion out in the way he caressed her soft skin. The taste of her warm lips was unlike he would have thought possible. He leaned closer to her as her hand felt up the side of his face.
"Enterprise to Ensign Taurik. Come in, Ensign Taurik."
A/N: On Star Trek: Voyager, Vorrik initiates a telepathic mating bond with B'Elanna which causes her to go through his same symptoms. I'm going to say that this only works on half Klingons, because Sito's not going to do that deal even though Taurik did initiate the bond.