Chapter Five: Complications
Nyota groaned softly as she curled up on her bed. Her body was sore. She never thought it would be possible to stop enjoying sex with Spock. But after days of going at it, her mind was demanding that they stop.
Her body, on the other hand, was still frantic for him. Her skin was hot and prickly, wanting to feel him against her, inside of her. Nyota was frustrated by how her own inner thoughts seemed to contradict with everything that came out of her mouth. She didn't feel like herself.
She was soaked in sweat and patches of her skin had a crust of various dried fluids from both Spock and herself. She dimly recalled them trying to get to the shower on... Whatever day it had been. They were bleeding together. Spock had ended up bending her over the sink and taking her roughly. After that, they hadn't even attempted to clean up. Nyota felt absolutely disgusting.
Despite the constant hum in her body demanding Spock's attention, he'd told her to attempt to get some sleep. She opened her eyes to see him kneeling on the floor, fully nude. He was in a meditation pose. His head was slightly bowed and his eyes were closed.
"Spock." It was the only word Nyota could get out. Words seemed to be getting harder to produce. Her mind wasn't letting her body do anything other than having sex with Spock.
His eyes immediately snapped open. His meditation hadn't been too deep. He was immediately by her side, cupping her face. "What do you need, Nyota?"
She tried to say what she wanted. But something was stopping her. Instead, her hands roamed over his body. Spock groaned softly as one hand wrapped around his cock.
She didn't want it. She was so tired of having sex with Spock. She just wanted to be clean. But she couldn't stop herself
With what seemed like great effort, Spock removed Nyota's hand from him. He gently kissed her palm. "It's okay. I know what you need."
Spock effortlessly lifted her up into his arms. He carried her towards the bathroom. Before entering, he paused at the comm. "Mister Sulu, how close are we to New Vulcan?"
"We'll be there within the hour, Sir," Sulu replied.
"Thank you. Spock out." Spock kissed Nyota on the temple. "Not much longer, K'diwa."
Nyota gazed up into his face. She was shocked to think that for her honeymoon, she wanted desperately for her new husband not to touch her.
Spock nodded, understanding her thoughts. "We will play a lot of chess. And catch up on the work we have been missing."
He turned on the shower and helped Nyota get in. He supported her body with his own, getting the cleanser and rubbing it over her body. Nyota cooed softly at the feel of his hands on her. It was a gentle soothe to her turbulent hormones. But more than that, she could finally feel herself getting clean.
"Nyota, I do not wish to alarm you, but the Plak Tow is beginning in earnest," he murmured in her ear. "Your mind will be slipping from you. You will find it hard to speak. I promise it will be alleviated shortly. Once we are bonded, we will have to join physically to secure the bond. That should be enough to make the fever break. Our bodies will still hunger, but it will be less desperate. We will actually be able to enjoy one another."
Nyota looked up at him questioningly. He nodded his head. "I feel the same fatigue as you. Our lovemaking is something I have always treasured, but the Pon Farr has taken the pleasure out of it."
Spock then began to cleanse her hair, gently massaging her scalp. He pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck. "Nyota, I know I have never been the easiest romantic partner. That we have only temporarily suspended our union twice is shocking to me. I have often thought you would tire of me. But I would like to assure you that you make me comfortable with who I am in a way no other ever has. The emotions my people see as a burden feel like a gift when they are stirred by you."
Nyota turned to face Spock. She smoothed a hand over his wet hair. She watched the droplets of water drip down his face. He pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. "I may not express how I feel verbally as often as you would like, but I try to convey it in the moments when we are physically together. And I do not like that my biology has perverted that affection."
Nyota wanted to tell Spock it was okay. She understood how hard it was for him.
Spock smiled at her. He touched her face gently. "I will be proud and... Happy... When I am able to call you adun'a ... Wife..."
Nyota reached up and urged Spock down towards her. He huffed out a small breath before Nyota touched their lips together. It was a light brushing of their mouths. Nyota tried to pour all of her love into that kiss. Spock groaned against her mouth. She gave a slight nod, understanding.
Once more. While they were getting clean, they would indulge in the fires of Pon Farr once more. Nyota wrapped her arms around Spock's neck and allowed him to pick her up. He pinned her to the slick wall of the shower and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He slipped into her easily. Nyota moaned at the feel of him filling her. She allowed herself to fall into the sensations. This was not about whatever strange Vulcan biology was driving them both. This was about their own wants and desires. She loved this man who held her. This man who would be her husband in only a few hours.
Spock's thrusts were slow into her, as if he were savoring every movement, ever feel of her. His mouth sought her and languidly swept his tongue between her lips.
He tenderly stroked her tender clitoris with his thumb. Nyota whimpered, letting the waves of pleasure sweep through her.
She cupped Spock's face and gazed into his eyes. He looked so content in that moment. Nyota smiled. "I..." The words were difficult to get out. "Love... You..."
Spock's movements sped up and Nyota felt herself crashing over the precipice of pleasure. She clutched around him as she felt him release into her.
They stood like that for a long moment, trying to regain their breath. Finally, Spock lowered her back to standing. He cleaned away the remnants of their coupling. He finally turned off the shower and guided her out. He spent more time drying her off than he did himself, far more worried about her welfare.
Once they were both dry, Spock carried her back to the bed. He set her down before going to the closet. He changed into a fresh uniform before returning with one of Uhura's. He held it out to her. "I know cloth feels uncomfortable right now, but it won't hurt that much longer. Once the Plak Tow breaks, you will begin to feel normal again."
Nyota obligingly raised her arms. Spock started with her undershirt and underwear, then the short she wore so no one could peek up her skirt when she was leaning over the comm. Finally, Spock slipped her dress over her head. He zipped it up before giving her a sheepish look. "I am unfamiliar with how to properly arrange your hair."
Nyota smiled. Imagine one of the most intelligent officers in Starfleet being unable to do a simple high ponytail. She touched his cheek, trying to tell him she would be okay with her hair down.
He held her to her feet. They were trembling slightly with each step she stood. He led her out the door. Kirk and McCoy were waiting for them.
McCoy held out his tricorder. "Uhura's readings have been spiking."
Spock nodded. "Yes. The Plak Tow is starting to take her. It is sooner than it would be for a Vulcan. We must go to the surface as quickly as possible to complete the bonding." Spock hand gently rubbed her back. "Would you both beam to the surface with us? There is a brief ceremony and by tradition, the male is joined by his closest friends."
Kirk nodded. "Of course, Spock. Thank you."
McCoy looked vaguely surprised, but not unpleasantly so. "It would be an honour."
Before they could move towards the transporter room, Chekov's voice came over Kirk's comm.
"Keptin, there is a transmission on the bridge from New Wulcan."
Spock's arms were strong around Nyota as they moved towards the turbolift. When they came out onto the bridge, the image of Michael was on the viewscreen.
"Ambassador Burnham," Kirk greeted Michael with a nod. "We were just about to beam down to New Vulcan to see you. I thought everything was cleared with Starfleet."
"It is," Michael replied. She glanced away from Kirk and Nyota could tell Michael was looking at her. She looked worried. "I'd hoped you hadn't messed up that much, Brother. Nyota is affected too?"
Spock's brow furrowed. "I would appreciate it if you did not elaborate further on the bridge, Sister. But yes, Lieutenant Uhura is affected. That will be remedied shortly."
Michael smiled wryly. "That might be more complicated than you think." She moved aside and a beautiful Vulcan woman appeared on the viewscreen.
Spock's back went stiff. Nyota wasn't sure who the woman was, but she instinctively knew it was wrong. Her arms curled possessively around Spock.
"T'Pring," Spock's voice was strained. "What are you doing there?"
T'Pring appeared utterly serene. "Spock, parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched. I await you."
"What?" Spock spat angrily. "This is... You can not do this!"
The transmission cut out before Spock could continue with his emotional outburst. Kirk turned to Spock. "I don't understand. Who was that, Spock?"
"That was T'Pring." Spock's arms tightened around Nyota. "She was supposed to be my wife."
McCoy scowled. "What are you talkin' about? Don't you have the bride right next to you?"
"A fact of which I am well aware, Doctor." Spock leaned in towards Nyota's ear. He murmured softly, "I will bond with you, Nyota. Nothing can stop me."
Kirk nodded. "Okay, Ambassador Burnham seemed pretty freaked out. I think we get down to New Vulcan and find out exactly what's going on."
He then leaned in close. Low, so only Spock and Nyota could hear, he whispered. "Spock, just so you know, Vulcan mating rituals suck."
Spock nodded. "Yes, Captain... I do believe I agree with you on that point."