A/N: This story is Explicit. Oh so Explicit. It's a story about a sex retreat, so if you don't like graphic sex scenes I would suggest only reading chapter one and then skipping to the last chapter (TBA how long this series turns out to be). I dabbled with this plot for a couple of years now and after some plot bunnies that have literally kept me awake at night for the last couple of days, I simply had to write it. So, it is with great hesitation and anxiety that I share this rather explicit (MA rated) story. If you have any ideas and suggestions, please please please share in the comments below. I am up for any and all ideas with this story. Thank you very much and I hope you enjoy. Live Long and Prosper!

Chapter One: Lock your electronic devices

It had been a hectic couple of months. Adjusting to being a family of four had shifted our routine and family dynamic, so returning to my role as Translator after an almost seven-year hiatus sent me spiralling into stress and exhaustion.

While continuing to balance my new-found responsibilities with my duties at the learning centre, the nights were long and the mornings were even earlier. While I fought my exhaustion each night at the dinner table, I still made it my mission to assist Michael with her homework and read to the children each night before bed.

The only relationship that seemed to be put on the back burner was mine and my husband's. Sarek and I only seemed to say, "Good Morning" and "Goodnight" to each other these days and everything in between was strictly business as I found myself collaborating with him during my lunch break, before and after lessons began and even on the car ride to and from work.

While I missed time with myself, I missed my husband more. Even though we worked together all day, every day I missed speaking to him about things other than work, I missed his tenderness, I missed his voice through our martial bond and after two months with sixteen-hour nonstop days, I will gladly admit that I missed his dick. Yes, I admit it.

Not even on the weekends were we able to relax or even spare a minute to ourselves. We were always at the Embassy on weekends, where Sarek spent his time upstairs attending to amendments, small virtual conferences, and preparing lectures while I spent my time downstairs in my office either practicing the language that needed translating at that moment in time, revising my own notes, or preparing individual lesson plans for the students at the learning centre.

On this particular Saturday, I pulled myself away from my desk after five straight hours of work and began to prepare dinner. Preparing the casserole dish, I took the fresh vegetables out of the refrigeration unit, placing the long zucchini on the cutting board. I muffled a yawn and sighed in exhaustion as I relished in the last moments of silence before the children returned from their day at the Aquarium with their Nanny and Tutor.

The main door opened, the quick patter of little feet followed, six-year-old Michael and Spock ran into the kitchen,

"Amanda!" Michael yelled excitedly, wrapping her small arms around my hips.

"Hello Sweetie!" I beamed, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. Eyeing Spock beside her, I placed my hand gently on his head. "Hello, my boy." I smiled, bending down to kiss him on the head. "How was the Aquarium?"

"Informative." Spock replied stoically.

"I'd be surprised if it wasn't." I admitted, sarcastically, looking down at Michael whose arms were still wrapped around me enveloping me in a tight hug. She was quite loving these days.

"And you Michael, how was the Aquarium?"

"It was informative," She replied, copying Spock, "but I missed you."

"I missed you too, sweetie." I looked at Spock whose brow rose in confusion at his clingy foster sister. "Both of you." I added quickly.

I rubbed the girl's back gently, "Are you hungry? I was just starting to make dinner, but I have the bread out if you would like some?"

"No bread." Michael said, "But can I have some juice, please?"

"Of course… Spock?"

"Orange juice would suffice." He said, his arms clasped in the front of him.

They climbed up onto the high countertop as I removed two small glasses from the cupboard. Pouring the juice, I placed the glasses in front of them and resumed cutting the zucchini. I was just about to ask them to tell me about the Aquarium when Spock suddenly spoke,

"Michael, it seems that now would be an opportune time to ask Mother your query."

"Query?" I rose a brow, "About what, dear? Fish?"

"No," Michael clarified, taking a long gulp of juice, "we learned a new word on Friday and are unable to figure out what it means."

"Fascinating." I relied, placing the chopped-up vegetable in the casserole dish. Placing the broccoli on the cutting board I began to chop the vegetable into small pieces, "What is it, maybe I can give you the definition?"

"What is a 'honeymoon?'"

The question caused my hand to lose its grip on the knife. It fell onto the chopping board with a loud bang. Wherever did my six-year-old children learn THAT word?

"Are you well, Mother?" Spock asked.

"Uh… yes, Spock. Michael's question just… caught me off guard… surprised me." I quickly clarified, picking up the knife from the board resuming to cut the broccoli, my eyes glued to the chopping board in front of me. "Where did you two learn that word, certainly not from the aquarium, I presume?" I asked.

"No. Some of the older children were speaking about it in the learning centre." Spock explained. "It is a human custom, is it not?"

Dread ran through me. How on earth was I going to explain what a honeymoon was to two six-year olds? I could not just say sex. I was silent for what seemed like hours, wondering what to say.

"It's…uh… a tradition…" I finally managed to say. "But it is for adults who have just bonded…or married." I explained to Michael, "They go on a holiday and…spend time together."

I breathed a sigh of relief, putting the broccoli in the casserole bowl, moving on to the pepper. That awkward conversation went well, hopefully they do not ask any more questions.

"Do all bonded couples have one?" Spock asked, sipping his juice.

I let out a small sigh and wondered why did I have to have such inquisitive children? "It is rare for a couple not to have one." I admitted, with a wave of nervousness running through my gut. Something told me that this was not going to end innocently.

"What do they do on the honeymoon?" Michael asked.

The question I dreaded the most. More dread ran through me. Why, oh why?! They have sex, I immediately thought. No, that cannot be all. It's a holiday 'Manda. I reminded myself.

I still found it hard to look at the children out of pure embarrassment. Continuing to focus on cutting the pepper, I quickly finished chopping it into small pieces and placed it in the casserole dish.

"Uh...well…" I opened a can of tomato sauce, pouring it over the chopped veggies. "They…uh…uh…eat and sightsee." I explained nervously, staring intensely at the casserole dish, "and spend time together... they – uh, show each other how much they care about each other."

"Where do they travel?" Michael asked impatiently.

Oh lord, help me… My heart was beating a million times a minute. "The beach… and they overlook a beautiful sunset."

"Did you and Sarek have one?"

If you count his three-day Pon Farr as a honeymoon, then technically yes. "No." I managed after a moment of silence, surprised at the tinge of disappointment in my voice

"Why?" Michael asked, her voice plagued with disappointment.

"Yes, Mother. Why?"

"We didn't have time." I explained. "We were very busy at the time."

"Surely you can you have one now?" Spock suggested flatly.

"I'm afraid we are too busy right now… Although I wouldn't mind going on one, I do miss the beach."

"Can we come?" Michael asked, suddenly beaming with excitement. I shot a glance at Spock who clearly looked confused with Michael's sudden burst of excitement.

I sighed as I placed the casserole dish in the oven behind me, I turned back around facing the children "I'm afraid but honeymoons usually exclude children. It is time for adults only."

A pain ran through my chest when I saw her little face drop in sadness, she placed her arms on the countertop and placed her chin on her arms with a huff. "We never go anywhere!" she sulked.

"Michael is correct." Spock said, before turning to Michael, "Since your arrival into the household, we have not left the planet as a family for three years, two months, and one day."

Why was I not surprised he was keeping track?

"Tell you what, how about in a couple months' time we go to Andoria and that can be our little 'familymoon' so to say. We can go to an art exhibition, the science museum, the aquarium and we can even go to the beach."

While a smile grazed her lips, she rose her head from her arm and said in an insisting tone, "But you and Sarek need a honeymoon. How will he know how much you care about him?"

"Oh, honey!" I leaned forward placing my hand on her arm gently, "I'm sure he knows how much I care for him."

"Children." Sarek's voice caused me to jump slightly in surprise. I turned to see my husband standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Father." Spock acknowledged.

"Spock. Michael." Sarek said stoically, walking into the kitchen. "I fail to understand why you are not doing your homework?" Walking over to me he said nothing more as he presented his forefingers to me which I graciously accepted. "Wife."

"Husband." I smiled. "They just arrived home from the aquarium and they both wanted a snack."

"Father, I have completed my assigned work." Spock announced, finishing off his remaining juice. "However, I have no objection in assisting Michael with her assigned work."

Sarek nodded to our son and turned to Michael, "Once you are finished with your beverage, go and attend to your work."

"But I left my PADD at school." Michael announced, facing Sarek.

"Why would you leave the only device necessary for your assigned work at the learning centre, when you need it here at home?" Sarek asked.

"It's probably just slipped her mind, Sarek." I suggested softly. "Here Michael, you can borrow mine." picking up my PADD beside me and placed it in front of her. "I don't have the school application, but the website is bookmarked in the internet browser. You can use that. Do you remember your username and password?"

"Yes, Amanda." She said, tipping the final drops of juice into her mouth.

"Then go into the sitting room and begin your schoolwork with Spock." Sarek ordered stoically.

"The quicker you get it done; the quicker Spock can read to you more of the Teachings of Surak." I added gently, worried Sarek's stoic tone would frighten the still adjusting girl.

Michael shook her head in excitement. Picking up my PADD she hopped from her chair and ran out of the kitchen followed closely by Spock. "Thank you, Amanda!"

"Be careful and take your time!" I called as they scurried down the corridor.

"We will, Amanda!" Michael called back turning around the corner out of sight. I eyed Sarek who made his way slowly over to me. I shot him a small smile and picked up my mug of tea and held it to my lips.

"And you husband, would you care for a snack? Dinner will take-"

His arms slowly wrapped around my hips and pulled me back into the front of his body. Resting his chin on my shoulder he lingered for a moment before his hand trailed down my lower belly. I moaned softly as his fingers caressed my slightly swollen nub through my dress, his touch like ice on my overheated body.

"So, you do remember where it is." I teased softly.

"It would be impossible to forget the female anatomy." he whispered softly in my ear. His fingers began to move in a circular motion, my legs quickly becoming reduced to jelly.

I put my mug down, and placed my hand gently on his hand and leaned back into his shoulder. "Don't light a fire you can't extinguish…you know it's been a while."

"Ninety-three days." he whispered lightly.

I wanted nothing more than to relish in his touch, the erotic images he projected through our bond surely were tempting. Oh, how I wanted nothing more than to just have him bend me over the counter. But this was not the place and it certainly was not the time either, so I reluctantly moved his hand away with a longing sigh.

"Not now… not on the counter… and not when the kids are so close."

A disappointing feeling ran through our bond before it suddenly disappeared.

"We've gone much longer without it." I clarified, turning around to face him I wrapped my arms around his hips. "I'm sure we can wait just a little while longer." I leaned forward and pressed my lips gently against the sides of his neck, "What about tonight after that conference?"

"The time difference between Tellar and Vulcan is significant. The conference will not end until early in the morning."

"Right." I sighed slightly in disappointment. "What about next weekend, just us two?" I asked.

"We have a conference to attend with Ambassador-"

"Reschedule it." His scent becoming more intoxicating with each passing second. I tried to control myself but I couldn't help it. I pressed my lips gently on the side of his neck. "Come on!" I whispered softly, "We need it."

"I will inform the Tavek and see if the conference can be moved, although I am unsure as to how willing she is to reschedule the conference."

His fingers dug into my hips as I trailed my hand around his waist to his trousers and ran my hand over his forming budge, "Can you make it that long?" I asked, my voice now in a low whisper, "Seven days? You're already so excited to see me." A low groan escaped his lips. It caused me great pleasure to see my husband who had so much self-control become putty in my hands.

Amanda… his voice dark and full of desperation.

"Losing your control already, husband?"

As more erotic images ran through my mind, I fought my own desires and deciding that I had to stop, I reluctantly stepped to the side, breaking all physical contact.

"You can wait." I smiled, "You're my strong man after all."

Michael's laughter carried down the corridor. I turned around as her laughter drew closer and closer, both children rounded the corner with my PADD in hand.

"Finished already?" I called out as they continued to walk towards the kitchen.

When Michael chuckled to a stoic Spock, and a small smile grazed his lips I knew something was up. I rose my brow in curiosity and watched as they walked over the threshold into the kitchen, "They will love it!" Michael beamed in a low voice.

"Love what?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Your honeymoon." Spock explained simply, the smile quickly faded from his lips as he caught a glimpse of his father behind me.

"What honeymoon?" I asked, feeling a wave of nervousness run through my stomach. What did they do?

Michael handed me my PADD with a beaming smile and right there on the screen were two QR codes with our names under each one.

"What is this?" Sarek asked, suddenly looking down and over my shoulder.

"It's the beach!" beamed Michael. "It was in your favourites. You said married couples go to the beach for their honeymoon and Sarek needs to know how much you care about him."

Dread ran through me as I began to read the black words on the screen before me. Two sentences in I gasped in horror when I found out what the six-year-old meant, and what these QR codes were for. While I had thought the picture of the beach I had bookmarked earlier in the week was available for private reservation, it was actually quite the opposite. Located on a remote island on Vulcan the picture of the beach turned out to be a sex retreat for interspecies couples.

The QR codes were our tickets and the confirmation page read the preferences which to my shock included: one Ambassador suite, two private 'experimental activity' sessions with a certified therapist, and all meals included with the big bolded red word 'non-refundable' plastered on the bottom of the page for a total of 12,689 Federation credits. I could do nothing but scream in shock as the realization hit me. My children just paid for a three-day sex retreat.

"AHHHHH!"

Sarek calmly took my PADD out of my hands while I made my way to the table nearby despite to sit down. I was barley listening when Michael continued to talk, her words barely registering in my ears as I sat there in pure shock trying to process what was going on. Something about how Sarek is an Ambassador and thus the Ambassador room was his… whatever that meant.

I heard Spock's voice next as I leaned forward and buried my face in my hands.

"While it was Michael's original idea, I suggested the inclusion of meals and the private sessions. Father always says that private lessons are informative and useful."

A statement which caused me to sigh in disbelief as I ran my fingers through my hair taking deep breaths as I tried not pass out. Private sessions, do I even want to read what that has in store for us?

"Twelve thousand credits!" I mumbled to myself in disbelief "A ssss… ssss… oh my God."

"Children," Sarek said calmly still holding the PADD in his hands, "Retire to your rooms and prepare for end meal. Your mother will send for you when it is finished."

Small arms suddenly wrapped around me. When I looked up Michael's arms were around my shoulders and her head was buried in the crook of my neck, "Do you like it, Amanda?" she asked innocently.

When I looked up at her suddenly feeling angry, all anger went away the moment I saw her beaming face. My heart warmed and instead of telling her how wrong it was of her to do such a thing a small smile appeared, and I wrapped my arms around her. How could I be mad at her? How could I be mad at them?

"Yes." I said simply "But we will talk about this later. Now, go upstairs and get ready for end meal… both of you." I eyed Spock, unable to hide the sharp look in my eye.

I watched the children leave the room and when they reached the top of the stairs and I heard their bedroom doors shut, I shot up from my chair and lost it,

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I yelled. Although angry, I tried hard to keep my voice down. Michael may not have heightened hearing, but Spock sure did. "I can't believe this." I began to pace the length of the kitchen running my fingers through my hair. "What are we gonna do?"

"Perhaps you should have heeded my advice and installed a child safety application on your PADD." Sarek said flatly, looking down at my PADD in his hand, he did not make eye contact with me.

His statement, although well-intentioned, made my anger boil over as I lashed out at him.

"Oh, so it's my fault?!" I snapped. "When you told me to install that security app, we were both extremely busy with that conference with the Tellar Ambassador, and if I recall correctly it was you who picked up the children from the learning centre? You obviously didn't check her bag to make sure she had her PADD. I told you that you needed to check her bag, you know how forgetful she can be, if anything should be blamed its obviously YOU! You were tasked to take them home on Friday, YOU were the one who was supposed to check her bag and YOU- Are you even listening to me?!"

He continued to look at the reservation on the screen. After scrolling, reading, and scrolling some more he finally looked up at me. His voice was as calm as could be as he said "Amanda, I urged you to be calm. I am attempting to cancel the reservation and get our money back."

I walked over to him and pointed to the bold red word at the bottom of the page, "Non-refundable." I sighed loudly. "How did she even know how to put our names in? How did she even know how to spell our names?"

"It seems that your device remembers both our information and automatically entered our names and information into the appropriate boxes. Little was required of the children. Again, I urge you to be calm."

After about five minutes of pacing and breathing, the anger and shock faded. As I continued to observe him read the reservation and confirmation page in front of me acceptance filled me along with an idea. "You know." I began after five minutes of pure silence "We could use this as an opportunity."

"I fail to understand your meaning." he said, looking up momentarily from the screen.

"Well, we never had a honeymoon and we haven't had any time to ourselves in months. It's already paid for, we can't get the money back, why don't we just go?"

"You are insisting that we go on a three-day retreat designed specifically for couples to mate and…" he looked down quoting the website, "'explore their sexual interest'."

"Yeah. I mean why not?" I stood from the chair and looked over his shoulder pointing out an important sentence in the notice "Here, look. It says that there's no reception on the resort so there's no fear of our pictures getting leaked to the press, and once at the resort everyone must sign a non-disclosure form which prevents them from speaking about personal information regarding people of power attending the resort to the press or media under penalty of fifty thousand federation credits and up to two years in prison."

"I saw the clause in question." Sarek replied.

"See, we will be protected. We could use this. I mean do we even remember how to have sex?"

"It has only been ninety-two days since we last mated, the amount of time would make it impossible for one to forget how to mate."

I rolled my eyes playfully, "It'll be fun, and we can learn something. I mean, there's two private sessions in there. I know you're…shy when it comes to… experimenting, but maybe we can learn something new. Ask some questions." I drew myself closer and wrapped my arms around his hips, cupping his left bum cheek playfully a mischievous smile appeared on my lips, "You know how we've been curious about pegging. We can finally ask those questions."

His cheeks blushed green in embarrassment. I leaned forward and kissed his cheeks gently. I marvelled at how my husband, such a powerful Diplomat, could ever be embarrassed by a thing such as sex. While I expected him to pull away, he simply wrapped his arms around my hips and said,

"Would it please you if we attended?"

"We don't have a choice." I explained bluntly. "It's already paid for."

As the timer on the oven went off, I went over to the oven and removed the casserole. When I turned around, I was surprised to find Sarek still standing in place and looking down at the PADD. I rolled my eyes playfully walking past him with the casserole and placed it on the table.

"You know that if you keep looking at it it's not going to go away."

"I am attempting to define a word, the meaning of which I have not encountered before."

"What word?" I asked, "Perhaps I can help with a definition."

"What is a 'honeymoon'?"

A wicked smile grazed my lips as I walked back over to him, "You'll just have to wait and see, Mr. Ambassador. Now, once we're done with dinner, we should get packed. The limo apparently is picking us up at 6 AM. Pack a book, we apparently have a three-hour journey to the dock and then an hour on the boat. Remind me to pack that seasickness medicine tomorrow, you know I don't fare well on boats."

"We do not need a limo." Sarek replied, "We already have transportation provided by the Embassy."

"Third Paragraph down… Thank your children, they bought our transportation as well."

Sarek fell silent, literally lost for words. This was going to be an interesting three days.