Thanks to Rochon and Klingon kitten for their help and support. Kitten you are my inspiration.
He opened the bedroom door slowly. The thin shaft of light from the hallway illuminated the still figure on the bed. A small smile crept upon his lips as he moved towards his target. She was asleep, all the better to surprise her. The festive atmosphere of the day had made him realize how lucky he was to have this wonderful woman in his life. To think this wonderful planet had brought her into his life. On ship, they had always seemed to be just outside of each other's reach. A small smile here, an awkward conversation there, but they never seemed find themselves together. All that had changed here on Risa. Moving quickly now, he pounced. Instead of finding a feminine form, he found a pile of pillows, then came a small giggle came from behind him. He was about to admonish his ridiculer for her deception when the sight before him stopped him cold. She stood in the doorway of the bathroom leaning against the frame. She was a vision. The long purple gown hugged her curves delicately. A long slit went up one beautiful leg. Her hair fell about her shoulders and gave her a halo like appearance. He gasped at her beauty.
"Does that mean you see something you like?" she asked in a smokey voice.
"Oh yeah" he said, "come here before I'm forced to pull rank."
She smiled and slinked across the room. Once she reached the end of the bed, she slowly
crawled up the bed until she was parallel with him. She snaked her arms around his neck and leaned in close
.
"I thought there were no ranks here?" she said seductively.
"What ever you say" he said, quickly pushing her on her back; his lips descending on her forcefully. Their passion quickly escaladed as she gasped and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. He couldn't get enough of the taste of her. Their kisses soon expanded and he
soon trailing a path down her neck. Her hands were trailing down his back, pulling on his clothes. He pulled back away from the kisses just long enough to let her pull her gown over her head then descended quickly back down to her throat. She moaned as he nipped lightly on her collarbone. She was now running her hands over his chest in light circles and she
pinched his nipples through his tunic in response.
"Hey! That's not playing fair" he said teasingly.
"Who said anything about playing fair?" she responded coyly.
"Oh that's they way it is, huh?" he chuckled.
She smiled and shrugged her shoulders softly; as she did the straps of her gown slipped down enticingly. That was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled the strapped down completely, exposing her full beautiful breasts. He ran the tip of his tongue over her right breast, enjoying the sensation of it hardening under his touch. She gasped and pulled his
head into her chest. He responded eagerly, sucking the nipple fully into his mouth. His hand came up and began kneading upon the left. She was writhing beneath him, her legs encircling him and rubbing up and down his legs. His other hand was trailing up her leg,
grabbing and massaging her inner thighs. He moaned when the heat and dampness he felt from her core coated his fingers. Her hands were pulling on his back and digging in her nails. He pushed his fingers between her folds. She bucked at the touch and he drove his first two fingers into her deeply. He ran his thumb over her clit and caused her to shake.
"Oh yes!" she cried.
He swiftly changed his position. He bit down upon her left breast as his right hand returned to the ministrations upon her clit. His left hand was now twisting her left nipple in increasingly agonizing slow turns. He could feel her clenching against his fingers and it was driving him insane. She was making all sorts wonderful noises now panting and sighing as she was getting closer to her release. Suddenly he stopped. He laid back on his back and smiled at her.
"Hey, what the hell?" she cried.
"You said we weren't playing fair" he said wiggling his eyebrows, "maybe I was feeling neglected." He looked pointedly at his own arousal.
"Oh, so that's how it is, huh?" she said with a laugh, "I'll just have to fix that."
She moved to her side curling up to him. She ran her nails along his sides causing him to shiver slightly. She licked her lips as she ran one finger along the
waistband of his pants.
"I think we need to lose these" she said huskily. With efficiency he knew her early training had provided her she moved quickly on top of him pinning him to the bed. She pulled his bottoms down and ripped off his pajama top seeming all in one motion. She then
descended her lips down to the tight flesh of his abdomen with an almost vicious assault, her teeth nipping at his flesh.
"Hey watch the teeth!" he cried.
"Have you forgotten were I was for the last six months, flyboy? I've got all sorts of bad influences to work out" she purred.
He gulped hard and his breathing increased sharply. She continued her light torturing nips down his stomach and soon began to caress the assaulted flesh with her tongue. He was struggling to control himself now. She was so mesmerizing to his sight. Her dark hair was tussled and falling over shoulder lightly. She then looked as his member with an almost feral grin. Oh boy' he thought apprehensively. He hissed as she ran her tongue along the bottom side. She smiled and then kissed the head lightly. Her tongue lightly tasting at precum she found there. He sighed with the overwhelming feel of it. Her mouth then began moving up and down upon him slowly. He thought if he died right this second he die a happy man. Soon though he realized, although it was an incredible sensation, that this was not what he wanted. He moved swiftly. Suddenly he grabbed her upper arms and yanked her up into his arms.
"What?" she gasped confused at the sudden changed.
"I need you. Now. " he said his passionate eyes fierce.
He rolled her over and kissed her deeply. The taste of himself on her lips was almost intoxicating. He moved between her thighs then and moved into her hot core. She sighed in blissful content at the feeling. Soon they were moving together in a rhythm older than time. Their bodies were perfectly in synch and as the tempo increased they both felt the crescendo of their pleasure building. A minute or a lifetime, neither knew how long the exquisite sensation lasted. They were so lost in each other. Soon he felt her contract against him, moaning and writhing her pleasure. That was it. He felt his own release come swiftly then, beyond his control.
"Hikaru!" she cried feeling him.
"Miko!" he softly moaned as he fought for breath.
She wrapped her arms around him holding him tight to her breasts as he collapsed into her. Soon he pulled her to him and rolled them both over. She lay heavily against his chest.
"I love you" she whispered.
"I love you, too" the helmsman said, "You make me so happy."
Hikaru Sulu thought about how lucky he was to have Miko Tamura.
"Fghassa-tot!" Christine sudden exclamation jolted Spock out of his memory. Christine seemed to sway slightly and clutched a hand to her temple. "Damn Ru that was intense" she muttered softly, a tone of amusement in her voice.
Before Spock could react, she had righted herself and in a motion eerily similar to his recent reminisce she seemed to smooth down an absent uniform. He realized he had not recognized the first words she had said. That was most unusual for him. He could usually at least recognize most languages of the Federation. Being an Ambassador's son did have some advantages. This particular time, however, he was stumped. And intrigued.
"Are you alright?" he asked with a forced casualness.
"Oh yea, I'm fine. Just realizing that some people are having a better time than others. I obviously have been working to hard" she said with a wiry grin.
"You have been tending to needs of everyone here quite diligently. Perhaps you are neglecting your own needs for 'shore leave'" Spock responded.
"Perhaps your right. I'll just have to take care of that, won't I?" she said with a devilish smile. "But first lets get you that uplink station, ok?"
She was at the table now. She quickly grabbed the book that Spock had seen earlier, marking her place. She seemed to notice his attention to the book and turned towards him.
"It's a first edition, you know. My father would have my hide if he knew I just left it out like this. But a wise woman told me as a child, things like this are to enjoyed and appreciated, not stuck behind glass" she said.
"My mother also has a fondness for paper printing. She says that the tactile sense adds to the overall experience of the writers words" he responded.
"That sounds like her", Christine said, "Have you spoken to your parents recently?"
Spock was caught slightly off-guard by her question. "In truth recent events have precluded any contact with them" he answered honestly.
"Well you should contact them. They worry about you, you know. Well, at least your mother admits to it. They'd really love to hear from you."
He was not sure how Sarek would feel about having such emotion assigned to him but more pressing in his mind was her statement of familiarity. This caused him to blurt out "You speak to my parents?"
Christine nodded, "Since I was his nurse on the trip to Babel, your mother insisted it was only logical to have me assigned to his care while he was on Earth; with my familiarity of his previous heath issues." Not letting him deflect the subject, she continued, "So you didn't call them."
Something did not ring true to Spock's ears in her explanation. However she did seeming have a singular determination to confront him on his lapse.
"I left Vulcan rather quickly" he gave in way of explanation.
"You should call them. It's early in Paris."
"Paris?"
"They're on Earth right now. The Federation council is in session. I understand your father has been quite busy since he returned to service."
"With his heart condition resolved and his success on Babel, the Vulcan high council decided his retirement was not logical" Spock said.
"And what T'Pau wants, T'Pau gets" Christine surmised.
Spock could not help but detect a bit of bitterness in her voice.
"You seem extremely well versed in Vulcan politics. Did you complete your residency on Vulcan?" Spock asked.
"No, not a place I particularly want to go back to. I actually finished on Delta IV."
That statement both confused him and helped add pieces to the puzzle he was beginning to think of as Christine. He knew she had been made CMO of the Enterprise under Willard Decker's request. He remembered reading that the young man had actively petitioned for her posting.
"Did you know Commander Decker there?"
"We did serve together there but Captain Decker and I actually knew each other much longer than that. Both of our families have long Starfleet traditions."
"I meant no offense at my assignment of rank. I wasonly referring to his rank at the time I new him." Spock added a little defensively.
"There is no offense where none is taken. He was an exceptional officer. His father would have approved. Commodore Decker was a friend of mine, you know. I only regret not being on the Enterprise when he died. Unfortunately that meant I was available to see Marilyn and take her the news."
He remembered that Christine had not been aboard for the elder Decker's death. This was another of Christine's absences from the Enterprise that he had before thought little about at the time but now was becoming more curious about.
"You were on Archer IV during that time?" he asked.
"Not quite, but I was close by" Christine responded "I must admit I never thought I'd call her to report her son's death, too."
"We don't know for sure that he is dead" Spock responded.
"Oh I'm pretty sure he's not. Just try explaining that to a mother who will never see her son again. Kyrian took the news much better. A broader point of view, I guess" a small wistful smile gracing her lips.
"Kyrian?" Spock asked curiously.
"Ilia's bother. I meet him on Delta IV, too. Hes a doctor there" she responded.
"You were friends with Ilia as well?"
"Yea that guilt will take a while. When the transporter accident happened, I was the one who called her. I told her that Will could use as many friendly faces as he could get. I guess I sent her to her fate" she said, her voice starting to break.
"A fate to forever be with the one she loved" Spock said softly.
Christine looked at Spock sharply. "I guess V'Ger is still affecting your emotions, huh?"
"I am not sure what you mean."
"Yea right, Spock the uber-Vulcan starts waxing poetic, and I'm just suppose to believe your fine" she said with a derisive snort.
Spock raised an eyebrow sharply. "I was unaware I was an uber-Vulcan'" he said coolly.
"Sorry, I guess I'm a little over sensitive about them. It's not that I resent my friends wanting to have a party, but I just can't shake the idea than no one is thinking about the people we lost. Friends of mine are gone. Sonak is dead. Ilia and Will were absorbed by something that wanted to feel real" she paused shaking her head. "And now I'm babbling to a Vulcan who probably has always thought I was crazy. Joy!"
"I have never thought you were crazy" he replied.
"Sure you didn't. You know I was in my head, too. Thalassa couldn't stop all of your thoughts from seeping through."
Spock was caught off-guard by her sudden reference to alien entity. He had never spoken to her about the incident before. At the time his own feelings had been to close to the surface and when she had reacted so emotionally to Sargon and Thalassa's last moments he had been very uncomfortable. He had known that their thoughts were still flowing freely between them in the tentative link Thalassa had formed between them. She had been awash in many conflicting thoughts and images that he had thought that perhaps she was crazy at the time. That and the implication of Jim statement about Sargon's intentions had left him feeling quite exposed. He knew that he had treated her poorly in covering his own confusion and embarrassment. Now he felt guilty for it.
"Didn't think I remember that, huh?" she said when he failed to respond. "It's okay, I know you were just as confused as I was."
"I was not confused, I simply-"
"Drop it, I know you were embarrassed. It took me awhile to work through everything involved with that encounter', but believe me recent events made the whole experience that much clearer" she ended sharply. Christine seemed to steady herself next. Shaking out her shoulders and once again the smoothing motion. "I apologize, that was quite rude of me. I guess I still let my passions rule my actions."
He recognized the thinly veiled Surak reference immediately.
"It is who you are," Spock stated simply, "It is illogical to deny one's nature, is it not?"
"You used that line on me once before, Spock" Christine said with a wiry smile and a wink.
Spock felt the flush in face before he could control it. She must of noticed it too, because she soon was laughing at him.
"I'm sorry, but you really made that one too easy. I guess I can't help but try to get some revenge for years of plomeek soup references." She grinned.
"I apologize if our relationship has caused you difficulties."
"Relationship, huh? I think this is the longest conversation we've ever had."
"Perhaps we have been always been in rooms too crowded to speak honestly" Spock said sincerely.
"Perhaps. Who knows, maybe this is the beginning of a new era for us. I mean we will have to be spending a lot of time together. I'm referring, of course, to our professional relationship; with me being the CMO and you the XO, and all" she smiled warmly at him.
"That would be beneficial to our service together" Spock responded honestly. Something inside him also found him considering the benefits of all kinds of relationships with Christine Chapel as well. Unconscientiously his eyes drifted down to the jewel slightly shimmering in the moon light. Other relations indeed, he thought. Unbidden thoughts of her in a more
intimate setting suddenly flooded his mind.
"Well, I tell you what, why don't get you to that station" Christine said suddenly.
Spock quickly brought his attention to her face. Even in the dark he saw her features were slightly flushed.
"Perhaps I am more tired than I originally thought. I can put my research off for another evening" he said calmly. In truth he was feeling quite overwhelmed. The air itself seemed to have filled with energy. It was the same kind he use to feel around her before, only
different. It was stronger and had an intensity to it that was quite intoxicating. It's sudden return was causing no small measure of pleasant discomfort. The idea of being alone with her in her bedroom, while pleasing, made him feel very apprehensive.
"Okay Spock, just let me know when you want it. I guess I'll say goodnight then" she said somewhat awkwardly. She turned again to the door.
"Goodnight Christine. Perhaps we will talk again outside crowded rooms'" he said.
"Well we'll just have to see were the conversation takes us, won't we?" she said coyly, shutting the door behind her.
Spock looked thoughtfully at the closed door for a moment. He resolved then and there to solve this puzzle.
Christine leaned back into the door heavily. What the hell was that? She thought. Breathing heavily she let out all that she had been holding back on the porch. Bad enough that she had picked up on Miko and Sulu in his presence but then to have let out all of her pent up frustrations on him. What was she thinking? Obviously, she hadn't been, she admonished herself. The man was a telepath for Garuth's sake! Thanks be to Krios that she hadn't touched him. Touched him. That brought her thoughts to a screaming halt. Goddess how she had wanted to touch him. When she had helped him after his return from V'Ger she had felt the myriad of emotion flooding his mind. She had almost instinctively responded to his seeking mind. She had felt his mind calling for comfort in his confusion and had fought the desire to return to her old habits. Only Ilia's tutoring had saved her from dropping her mental barriers completely. But still, he was so much a presence in her mind. Once again she found herself questioning his draw on her. She found herself wishing her mother was still alive so she could seek her council. Hell, even Leigh would have been some help in understanding the enigmatic Vulcan. Perhaps that was the problem, the fact that he wasn't truly Vulcan. If he HAD been, then life with him would be a lot easier, and not as interesting, a part of her protested. "I've got to figure out how to let that go" she unknowingly said aloud. Her life was perfectly fine without him. Better than fine, she thought, thinking of some of the interesting men she had been loved by in her life. Then why was it she always associated love with Spock. Maybe she just needed to get him out of her system once and for all. With that thought, Christine went to sleep. Her dreams, however did not let the subject go.
Sorry for the tease at the beginning but they say I'm evil so I can't disappoint. As always, feedback will be appreciated, loved and cared for. Flamers will be cursed (and you know I can ;)). And remember, a life without ship is no life at all.
thanks-the aucat
