Chapter 4 "One Is the Loneliest Number"
Aurora
According to the magazine Psychology Today, loneliness is the state of distress or discomfort that results from a gap between one's desires for social connection and actual experiences. People often do irrational things when they are lonely. In my case, I drank too much red wine with Tuvok, a handsome African American man with mocha-colored eyes and a sober expression, in my apartment last night. This was a pseudo- blind date. I suppose because he emerged in my classroom without warning. I rarely dated because my career in education consumed much of my time. For my further embarrassment, I wildly made out with Tuvok like I hadn't had any physical interaction with a man in my life. It was, however, the steamiest session I had ever had, fooling around with another. Still, now I had to deal with the ultimate consequences and shame of my actions the following day.
The room was dark. Although it was early morning, I didn't choose to look at the clock. With my hangover impairing my thinking, I couldn't recollect much information last night. I shivered and pulled the covers over me as Dallas-Fort Worth weather currently consisted of highs in the forties and stormy. Although it was hard to believe, it was the tenth day of rain.
As I attempted to move positions in my bed or lift my head, the excruciating aching worsened from my excessive alcohol use last night, and I groaned. I haven't been a big drinker since I left college ten years ago, and I never had a man in my bed afterward, except for last night.
"Maybe Tuvok is his last name? It is an odd first name," I pondered.
Flipping over on my side, I discerned the newcomer in my life dozing next to me, starting with his pleasing face. Tuvok appeared to be the same age as me, maybe five to ten years older, with a couple of lines across his forehead and a few crow's feet around his eyes. His black hair was downy soft yet springy as I ran my hands through it last night multiple times. I concluded that Tuvok must be a military man because he had a short crew cut.
My mysterious friend exhibited peacefulness in his slumber instead of his usual aloofness, gravity, and rigidity when awake. When I met him, there was a vivid red aura around Tuvok. As a student of reading auras as a hobby, I knew that some of the characteristics that describe a person's color are confrontational, alert, and anger; others include passion, determination, sexuality, and power. Yesterday evening Tuvok's aura modified to a tranquil dark blue color later on, which meant love, trust, and security. The transformation was quite fascinating.
"When was my last relationship," I wondered.
"Johnny, three years ago," I thought, then frowned. Although I thought he was my Prince Charming, he turned out to be an ugly frog. That was a waste of two years.
Gazing at Tuvok, I noticed his broad, sturdy shoulders and a beefy upper body that I couldn't wait to run my hands over again. He was a hot man, and I loved how his muscles felt in my hands when I caressed them.
"With him being in the military, it would make sense that he worked out and remained physically fit," I summarized inwardly. My rose-colored satin sheets concealed his tempting body.
As an almost thirty-five-year-old single woman, I didn't oppose a sexual relationship with Tuvok. I would rather be in a relationship where my partner and I were in love, yet a purely physical one might be fun for a while. My biological clock was ticking down like a bomb about to detonate, and I felt like a wilting wallflower. Still, I didn't want to contemplate that at the moment, so I concentrated on the robust man next to me, Tuvok. I coveted him.
My green eyes traveled down his pleasing face to his pronounced chin, thick neck, and ears.
"Why does Tuvok have pointed ears," I wondered. Nevertheless, I enjoyed kissing them to hear him moan in pleasure last night, but they were unorthodox.
Shuddering, I vividly remembered the way Tuvok ardently kissed me, and a low involuntary moan escaped my lips. He kissed me like no one else ever had, and I wanted to feel that passion again. The memories ignited an uncontrollable fire in my sex that I wished Tuvok to put out, and I thought about reaching out to touch his thick, juicy pink lips.
"The hell with it. You only live once," I argued to myself as I stared at Tuvok.
Leaning into his body, I gave in to my impulse and pressed my lips solidly against his mouth. My lips felt like they were on fire when they touched Tuvok's. Consequently, my bedmate responded in kind as we closed the distance between our bodies without a word by pulling the other closer with our arms. I was lost in our actions until we emerged to catch our breaths. The sexual energy between us felt as vital as a combustible item like gasoline. Wordlessly, we carefully studied each other as if we were making sense of the other's existence and Tuvok stroked my cheek with his thumb.
However, there were questions regarding him: where he came from or anything else about him. I did know that he was chief of security somewhere.
"None of this makes sense, " I thought.
Suddenly, Tuvok's husky voice stated as his soulful eyes bore into mine, "Agreed. It is quite illogical."
Frightened, I couldn't believe that he heard my thoughts, and for a moment, words escaped me. Tuvok's long fingers delicately stroked my messy hair, forcing a smile to emerge on my lips. His expression was one of both thoughtfulness and fondness despite my bewilderment.
"H-h-how did you hear that," I stammered.
"I am a touch telepath," Tuvok muttered in his low baritone voice.
"Oh," I responded, unsure of the meaning.
My heart skipped a beat before Tuvok proceeded to kiss me fervidly. Through this touch-telepathic ability, he knew I desired to canoodle more. Tuvok tightly squeezed my body against him as our mouths met hungrily again and again as our foreplay continued. Moreover, I felt his growing need for me, and I am sure he felt my need for him.
Later
"I don't understand what is going on. You appeared out of nowhere yesterday," I confessed, embracing him loosely, watching the light in Tuvok's dark eyes dance. They were mesmerizing.
"Agreed," he said, with a slight hint of a grin on his inviting lips, but he stopped smiling as soon as I noticed it.
"Why do you not smile," I teased him, patting his cheek.
"Vul...it's complicated. Let's just say that since I landed in your school yesterday, I haven't been behaving like myself," Tuvok confessed, lightly running his fingers over my back.
"Landed?" I repeated, baffled.
He realized he had made a mistake and covered it by complimenting me, "Your smile is bright, like the stars."
"Aww, thanks," I replied, feeling charmed by Tuvok. Swiftly, he kissed me lightly, and I forgot all about his use of the word "landed." When I asked my bedmate what we should do, he suggested, with a raise of his dark eyebrow,
"First, I think the doctor would order sleep to banish these agonizing headaches. Second, we should solve this puzzle."
Playfully, I tickled his thin lips with my thumb, and Tuvok turned his head away for a second to prevent me from doing it again. Giggling, I inquired, "Did you drink anything last night? I didn't think that you did."
"No, but I indulged in chocolate, which is intoxicating for…me," he reluctantly explained, then bent down where his lips possessively crushed mine.
Tuvok's answer confounded me, but all of my concerns flew out the window as we kissed. He gently inserted his tongue in my mouth, probing it, and we both moaned and grunted in satisfaction. We continued fooling around for a while longer until we were fatigued.
"Aurora, will you help me figure out how to get me back from where I am from," Tuvok inquired l before he fell asleep.
"Yes."
"Good. Now go back to sleep," he recommended and tightly embraced me to his hard body.
Blissfully, I rested my head on Tuvok's chest.
Will Tuvok explain where he is from, although it would break the prime directive, or will she figure it out?