A.N. In my opinion, the mind meld effect lasts several days, slowly fading until it's only basic stuff, like locations and habits, then it's gone. And since Star Trek never explored something like that, I get to make it up mwahaha (Waaaaah I packed my ST encyclopedia DX) And the time before, when he mind melded while she was unconscious, he made sure not to pass anything to her, which is tricky business, but Spock knows his shit.
I apologize for taking so long to update this story, as well as my others. I got pregnant Summer 2011 and moved to a house with no internet, and no computer. I just now got a new laptop, and delivered my baby girl, so I promise to finish my stories and stop making my fans wait! I really am sorry that I've let my stories go so long without an update, and I know it's frustrating to wait forever for a new chapter. For those of you who have stuck with me, I salute you.
P.S. Uploading from the library...
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As soon as Spock's lips are on mine, my body explodes with fireworks. It takes me about two minutes of kissing to realize that even though his erection is still there, he's not kissing me back. I pull away and look up into his eyes.
"Funny, you say Vulcans don't feel fear, but you're afraid, Spock." His nostrils flare at me. "You're afraid to love me."
"I am not afraid," he says curtly.
My gaze turns defiant. "Bullshit." I cross my arms over my chest. "The mind-meld showed you were holding back because you're my superior, but I think that's total crap. So what is it? Afraid of what people think?"
"No."
"Afraid of losing your position?"
"Starfleet is of great importance to me, but no, it is not that." He refuses to look at me.
"Then what? I don't know if you've noticed, but I am throwing myself at you. Do I have to rip off my clothes or something?" I grab the front zipper on my sexy uniform shirt and pull it, my huge boobs glad to be free. Score one for not wearing a bra today.
Spock roars and grabs my arms in his bruise inducing grip, his teeth gritted together. "You unhinge me, Grace. You make me feel so utterly unlike myself. So…"
I look up at him. "Human?"
So fast I don't see him move, he leans down and crushes my mouth with his lips, kissing me so hard, I wonder if he's trying to suck my tonsils out. I shake free of his hands and grab him to me, planting my body against him. I know deeply that I will never get enough of his lips. We'll be old and grey, and I'll still need him to kiss me senseless.
He starts whispering to me in Vulcan, which is the sexiest thing in the world. I don't speak a word of Vulcan, and he might've been calling me a fat cow, but I could care less. His lips move to my neck, still whispering sinfully between kisses, and I feel him tug at my shirt.
Well it's about time.
I shrug it off, dispensing with my skirt too, revealing another part of my new wardrobe: a black thong. Spock looks down at it with a gulp.
"That is…very nice." He slips a finger under one strap. "I do not know which I like better, these or the pink ones."
I smile, suddenly feeling sexy and empowered, and gently push his hand down with the strap, my thong falling off me. His nostrils flare, and his hand moves up my thigh. I bend to unzip my hooker heels, but he stops me.
"No," he says quietly, and I could swear he looks sheepish. "I….like heels."
I stifle a laugh. Spock has a fetish! I envision filling a huge closet with heels, just for me to wear during sex. My eyes dart to his ears. Time to show him my fetish. I push him over to the bed until he's sitting on it, and straddle his lap. He starts to ask me what I'm doing, but I put a finger to his mouth. I turn his head sideways and dip my head towards his right ear. As soon as I pull it into my mouth, Spock starts moaning like a bitch in heat. I smile around his ear and nibble it, which makes him buck underneath me. He grabs me, regaining the control, and flips me onto the bed, raining kisses and Vulcan sweet nothings on me.
"Grace, I must tell you…" He pulls away and strokes my hair. "I have not been with anyone before now."
My eyebrows go up. He's a virgin? "Oh…well that makes two of us." I smile up at him, tracing his ear with my finger.
"Vulcans are different, Grace. We never mate with more than one person, unless our mate dies." I can see him swallow, his words sinking in. We'd be mates. "Normally Vulcan parents betroth children at a young age, and then we become mates at Pon Farr. Vulcans…rarely…"
"Have sex any other time?" He nods. One reason Vulcans need to get a life. Even dolphins have sex for pleasure for crying out loud.
"I should have experienced Pon Farr when I reached maturity, but as I had no mate, the urge was easily dealt with."
"Aaaand…" I say slowly, trying to work it out. "You're in Pon Farr now?" I frown, hoping he wasn't, because then he'd just want sex.
He shakes his head. "No. However…I wish to mate with you."
I smile. "Then what are you waiting for, the lunch bell?"
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There are few joys that compare to waking up after good sex. Your body feels deliciously sore, tired, but utterly content, still humming with a trace of desire, and not even a natural disaster could wipe the smile from your face.
The only thing that can wipe the smile from your face is waking up to a lover like Spock. I open my eyes and turn my head over to him, planning on snuggling up to him again and stealing some kisses. I notice two things: his face says he wished nothing had happened between us, and he's lying on top of the blankets, like a brother who doesn't want to touch his sister when they share the same bed.
I prop my head up on my hand and sigh aloud. "You know, whenever I pictured waking up after making love all night, the guy was a little bit more romantic."
His face is blank, so very unlike him. "I apologize for demolishing your fantasy." He doesn't add anything more, and we lie there for the next ten minutes in silence.
Finally, I sit up and throw the sheet onto Spock's head. "If I'd known you were going to be the worst lover ever, I wouldn't have slept with you. You are the most infuriating person in the entire galaxy." I start to pull on my uniform, and even though I feel Spock watching me, he doesn't say or do anything to stop me. I zip up my boots and start walking towards the door.
"Grace," he says softly.
I turn back to him. "No. You don't get to use my name. Not if you're going to be a jackass. It's Cadet Fairgrass, sir. Good day, Commander Spock."
I leave his room, the automatic door shooshing behind me, and eat up the hallway with my heels. I'm pretty sure I shoved people, and stepped on a few toes on my way to my room, but as I get there, I can't recall the journey.
"Stupid fucking loser Vulcan prick faced wanker!" I kick some clothes on the floor and they land on Armas, who has wide eyes directed at me.
"Wow. Never thought I'd hear you talk like that." She sits up and stares at my disheveled hair and wrinkled uniform. "So….what happened? You were gone all night. I thought that was a good thing. Sort of."
"Oh it was, at first." I pick up a thong and rip it in half. "Bastard. Thinks he can discard me."
Armas walks over to the replicator and orders two vodka shots. I down mine in one gulp, without coughing. "Christ, Grace." She takes my shot glass like I've had enough already. "Did you sleep with him or not?"
"Yes, I slept with him. And then he told me to take a hike like it was nothing. Like I was nothing." Horrifyingly, my lip starts to quiver and my eyes begin to sting. I'm NOT crying. "He showed me that he loves me, and then…" Okay. NOW I'm crying.
I smell Armas's shampoo as she embraces me. "Forget him, love. You don't need him."
Oh, how I wish she was right.
