A little bit of smut - the continuation from the last chapter. This is the main reason for the M rating. Not sure if M was necessary but decided to err on the side of caution.

Chapter 7: Vulcan Sex Education

The sudden pressure of his lips against hers had been like a bolt of lightening. She didn't even pause for a moment to consider how alien the act was to her. Her arms immediately went around his neck pulling him close to her, pressing her body and mouth against him. She felt his arm shift down around her back , his other arm go around her waist his hand sliding up under her top, caressing the bare skin on her back, moulding her to him and deepening the kiss.

She felt a desperate need to feel his bare skin against hers, sliding her hands down his chest to the bottom of his shirt, she gripped the hem and slid it up his torso. Through the kiss she could feel his surprise at her forthrightness. He adapted quickly and moved his hands to the buttons of her shirt, making short work of them and sliding the top of her shoulders. They broke the kiss only to get his shirt over his head, then pulled each other close again, his bare chest pressed against her breasts. He manoeuvred her round, walking her towards the edge of the bed while they divested each other of the rest of their clothes.

As he guided her to the bed the weight of his body coming down on hers. He felt compelled to check, to get verbal confirmation that this was what she wanted, to give her a chance to back out if things had moved too fast. He pulled his mouth away from hers, cupped a hand over her cheek and looked into her eyes. "Are you sure about this?" He asked.

She copied his gesture, cupping the side of his face, gazing deep into his eyes. "Yes." she whispered, lifting her head from the pillow to resume the kiss. "Yes." she breathed against his mouth.

Despite a marked lack of experience, she had not come into this completely ignorant. She was, by her nature, the kind of person who would study, learn, prepare. She did not like to think of herself as narrow minded but her investigations into human sexuality had left her faintly repulsed. The act of kissing alone, messy and unhygienic. Although the simple kiss she had shared with Sim had not proved to be unpleasant she had not felt compelled to repeat it.

But nothing could have prepared her for this. She couldn't help but think of the dry mechanical nature of Vulcan sex education and how it contrasted with this reality. She was alive with sensation. He was an adventurer, her body an uncharted expanse. He explored her thoroughly, tongue circling her ear, stubble grazing across her neck, mouth on her breast, fingers smoothing across her ribs and stomach. Each place he touched lit up as though he was trailing fire over her skin. She felt compelled to learn him in the same way. To taste, to stroke, to squeeze, to nip. She could not imagine waiting another 7 years to experience this.

When his mouth returned to hers, she welcomed his tongue and gave him her own. One hand behind his head, fingers sifting through his hair. She felt a tightness building in her stomach as though he was winding her like a clockwork toy. His hand slid between her legs and she gasped into his mouth at the intensity of the sensation. She felt him smile against her lips at her reaction, as he continued to stroke her most sensitive of places. She arched back her head, lips parted, eyes half closed as he wound her tighter and tighter.

He began to move down her body trailing his lips over her skin, lapping his tongue into her belly button. She whimpered when he moved his hand away only to gasp again when his mouth replaced his fingers. She could feel the pressure building, her breath coming in short pants, her hands tangled in his hair, her hips tipping towards his mouth. It was too much and not enough. The release when it came, seemed to ripple through her body like a wave. Her hands dropped limply to her sides, her back arched, a soft moan drawn from her lips. Afterwards she lay for a while, eyes closed, and focused on the reaction of her body, her heart pounding against her ribs, a faint buzzing in her head, the muscles twitching in her pelvis.

When she opened her eyes he was looking down at her with a self satisfied smile. It surprised her that he was so invested in her pleasure. Young Vulcans were prepared for the selfishness of Pon Farr, the driving need that must be satisfied at any cost. The requirements of the partner were nothing in the face of the desire for one's own completion. She relished in the generosity of human sex. She drew his head to hers claiming his mouth. Thanking him with her lips and tongue and hands for the gift he had given her.

As he lay down against her body, she felt his hardness press against her sensitised core. A new need began to build in her. She bent her legs and angled her pelvis to bring the him fully against her. He moved against her causing her breath to quicken and her hips to lift compulsively. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder as they rubbed against each other.

"God, T'Pol" he muttered into her skin.

"Trip, please." She begged in response. Not knowing exactly she was asking for, only that he could provide it.

But he knew what she wanted, he wanted it too, so he gave it to her gladly, and it was exquisite.