Chapter 4: Completion

AN: Special thanks to Bitten and EvilGrin. I would not be able to write this w/o the two of you. Love you guys.

Warning: Strong sexual content


Panting hard, Spock trembled, his hands still tightly wound in Autumn's hair. As he opened his eyes he had to blink to bring everything back in focus. The walls seemed to move, turn liquid for a moment before they solidified once again.

With effort, he removed his fingers from the silken strands. Looking down at Autumn, he could only marvel at her. She had given him such a gift, unconditional love, total acceptance. He tried to hold on to the tender feelings he was having, but looking at her flushed face and swollen lips, he failed.

Autumn gazed up into Spock's dark eyes and smiled. God, how she loved him. The slightly dazed expression on his face was priceless and he was looking back at her like she was his everything. She gasped as the look was quickly replaced with hunger. An intensity that she had never witnessed overtook him and Autumn couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation of what was to come.

Spock watched as she tongued the last of his seed from her lips and a low growl rumbled out of him. His recent climax should have helped his control, at least taken some of the edge off, but it appeared that the opposite was true. Somehow, he was even more hungry for her and this time, he meant to be deep inside her when he came.

With a quick jerk, Spock pulled Autumn up hard against him before his mouth crushed hers in a blistering kiss. He tasted Autumn and he tasted himself, the combined flavor fueled the bloodfever to an almost boiling-point.

Growling, Spock tugged at Autumn's shirt, "Get this off," he demanded, "I need your skin against mine!"

Autumn took a small step back and reached behind her neck to unfasten her shirt. Hiding her smile in the material, she slowly raised it over her head. She heard Spock suck in a breath as her breasts were revealed to him for the first time.

Her bra was lace and blue. It matched both her eyes and her uniform and Spock's body jerked at the sight of it. He was sure that her panties would match but he did not have the patience to wait for her to finish. With nimble fingers, Spock lowered her zipper on her short skirt and yanked it off.

Wicked heat curled low in Autumn as she watched and felt Spock unravel for her. He was always so calm and poised, but not now. He was intense and focused solely on her and the task at hand.

Spock looked up and locked eyes with Autumn as he flicked open the front snap of her bra and pushed it off. He quickly cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling the weight and smoothness of them. They were not overly large and that was more than fine with Spock. He liked that they fit just so in his hand. The alabaster globes almost matched his own skin tone, just a shade pinker. Her nipples were small and hard and the color of a pale rose. He stroked her buds once and watched as they hardened more. Autumn moaned and he gave them a small pinch before he dipped his head and sucked one into his mouth.

The flesh was smooth and creamy and he was sure he could feast there for hours. With a hand splayed against her lower back, he pulled her closer and sucked strongly. With each pull she whimpered and his body pulsed in response. Her body was soft, nipple pebble-hard and her skin fragrant. She smelled of lust and love, of both of them combined.

Autumn buried her hands in his short, dark hair and pulled him close. She arched to give him better access to her chest. What he was doing to her was driving her insane and she was ready to explode. Is it possible to cum without any real contact? she wondered. At that moment, Spock did the unexpected and gave her a small, sharp nip. Autumn cried out and came hard. The climax had been quick, almost painful in it's intensity. Her body trembled as colors and light danced behind her eyes.

Autumn felt lightheaded and hot. Edgy and no where near sated. She needed Spock inside of her. Needed his strong shaft claiming her, owning her.

She had expected fantastic sex with Spock. He was so well-versed in all things that she was sure he would know how to play her body just right. Cumming before things really got started was something she had not expected but could not be too surprised by. She had wanted him for so long, dreamed of him, his hands and mouth on her; no wonder she broke apart almost the moment he touched her.

Stunned by her response and quick, hard climax, Spock dropped to his knees and inhaled her scent. He pressed his nose to her flat stomach and growled before he grabbed and ripped the blue lace panty from her body. The offending material was keeping him from seeing all of her and that would not be tolerated. Tossing the scrap aside, he took her lean hips in his large hands and eased back to look at her.

She was wet, really wet, he could see the moisture clinging to her folds. She had only a thin line of bright red hair and he could not stop himself from tracing his finger along its path. It stopped just above her clit which he could see pulsing. Sliding his finger lower, he felt her softness. She was hot, so very hot and dripping with need for him.

So many men had longed to be where Spock was now. Kneeling down in front of Autumn, ready to worship her body. She chose him, only him and if it were possible for a Vulcan to be smug, then Spock would be. He brushed against the nub with his thumb and chuckled darkly at her reaction. No man but him would ever have the chance to touch her like this. No one. Not Mr. Scott, not any of the other lackeys that volleyed for her attentions. She was his and his alone.

Autumn gasped and jerked at the contact. She couldn't help but press her hips toward his hand. God, she needed his touch. Craved it like a drug. Those long fingers teased and stroked her and she was quickly approaching release again. At this rate, she might die before he got inside of her.

"Spock," Autumn whispered. Her body was on fire and her mind a mess. She wanted him to touch her, enter her... do something to her, NOW. "Please!" she begged.

Raising a brow at her pleading Spock yanked her to him and tasted her. With a long, slow lick of his broad tongue, they both groaned. It was the first real taste of a woman for Spock and he decided he loved the flavor. He gave Autumn another pass before lust took him over. He had waited long enough. He had touched her, seen her, tasted her... now he had to have her.

She was whimpering and begging for him and he was ready to give her what she wanted. He inhaled once more, taking her scent into his body and then pulled her down to his level.

Spock kissed Autumn deeply and her thoughts turned to mush. Heat consumed her as she was lowered onto her back. The floor of the shuttle was cold, but it felt fantastic against her fevered skin. Looking up at Spock, Autumn lost her breath. He was panting, his hair mussed and his cheeks flushed. He almost looked like a different man; his face was tense, mouth set in a harsh line and brow furrowed in concentration and need. He was no longer the First Officer of Starfleet's flagship, he was a man overcome with the need to mate.

His eyes burned black and his breathing was shallow. Sweat gleamed off his flesh and his cock throbbed gently with each beat of his heart. Spock placed his hands at the base of Autumn's back and lifted her up slightly. He nipped her on the lips once, twice before he placed his shaft at her entrance.

"I am going to fuck you now, Autumn. Is that what you want?" The words were harsh and ones that he would have never spoken to a Vulcan woman, to any other woman for that matter. Only Autumn, only she could set him so ablaze that he would speak in such a vulgar manner, making something so beautiful into something so primal, so carnal.

She wanted to laugh at his formal tone, always so articulate, but all that came out was a small, keening sound. His words were not formal, but rather brutal and sexy and they turned her on even more.

"Is that consent?"

Consent? She would have given him consent their very first meeting. She had wanted this forever and she knew she had made it very clear to him. There was little doubt about what she wanted. "Yes, please, Spock, fuck me!" she begged and writhed against him. He was so close, she could feel the tip of him sliding against her pussy. She knew he'd be weeping precum and she longed to taste him again.

Waiting not a second longer, Spock dove into her body with a hard, sure stroke, her wetness easing his passage and causing them both to shudder. Spock took a single heartbeat to savor his victory before he began to move.

At his entry, Autumn gasped and forgot to breathe. She wrapped her legs around Spock's lean hips and held on. Clearly, he was setting the pace of their love making session. His strokes were hard and deep, sure. There was no gentleness in him, or in his actions. Each movement had a purpose, each thrust took them both closer to completion.

Somewhere in the back of Spock's mind, he knew he was being too rough with her. He had always wanted their first time together to be something special, but he had waited too long. He felt like an animal rutting; still, he could not stop his body from pounding into hers. He needed to cum. He had to cum. Had to mate. Procreate. Sex. Possess and demand. Own!

He shifted and heard Autumn cry out from the new sensation. Slipping in deeper, he claimed her fully.

Ancient words filled his mind and spilled from his mouth, "Autumn, finally touching, first time and for all time. You are mine, my mate, lover and friend. My wife."

Awareness blossomed and Autumn knew that what Spock was saying would complete the Pon Farr ritual. She looked up at him and saw the depth of his feelings in his eyes. His body might be borderline brutal, but the look on his face reflected his love. With a small smile, Autumn repeated the words back to him, meaning every single one.

"Spock, finally touching, first time and for all time. You are mine, my mate, lover and friend. My husband."

With a triumphant cry, Spock buried his face in her neck and whispered that he loved her. There was no holding back this time, no trying to make it last any longer. His body would not allow it. He only hoped that Autumn was as close as he. On a breathless moan, he came.

The pulsing of Spock's body spurred her own climax and Autumn clung to him as everything fell away but Spock.

Their bodies and legs entwined, they breathed, trying to calm their racing hearts. Spock felt himself tremble in Autumn's arms. He was never one to show weakness, but with this one woman, his wife, he allowed himself.

Autumn stroked Spock's cheek and traced the line of his eyebrow. His body appeared so human, except his ears and brows. It was what set him apart from the rest, what made him so special and beautiful to her.

There was no one like Spock anywhere in the universe. Their eyes locked and she whispered, "I love you."

Spock didn't respond, not with words. They just didn't seem to be enough to cover the depth of his feelings. He was so thankful that he had not completed the ritual that would have purged all emotion from him. He wanted to feel, needed to feel to remind him of what he was. He was half human and his wife was fully human. Their children, should they be blessed with any, would be only a quarter Vulcan.

Spock knew he should feel guilt about that due to the fact that his race was now endangered from the genocide that Nero committed against Vulcan, but he couldn't bring himself to. Autumn loved him and he loved her. Nothing else mattered, no one else mattered. A selfish Vulcan, Spock thought in amazement. His mother would be proud that he allowed this one thing only for himself.

In one swift move, Spock scooped Autumn up and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down gently before he stood up straight and formal. "This is where we should have made love, not on the floor. I am sorry that I took you like an animal. Can you forgive my lack of control?" His voice was rough with regret. How could he have acted the way he had? Pon Farr was no excuse. Autumn deserved better from him. She deserved to be loved and cherished, not thrown to the ground and accosted.

Autumn almost laughed but she could tell he was serious, dead serious. His eyes reflected his shame and that just made her fall for him that much more. "Spock, there is nothing to forgive. I will take you anyway, anytime. I like that you lost control, it shows me how much you wanted me. It lets me know I'm not alone in my need." Autumn giggled and pulled him down to lay beside her, "Do you know how many times I've fantasized about walking over to your station on the bridge and crawling on to your lap and begging you to take me? And when you and Kirk got in that fight, I thought I was going to cum. I think I would have, if my heart hadn't been breaking for you."

Spock raised a brow and shook his head. Humans were so illogical. Why would a fight turn someone on so much? During Pon Farr, a fight had the opposite effect on him, he just could not comprehend how violence could be so erotic. Of course, he had fantasized about slamming Autumn against the hull wall as he thrust into her over and over again. Maybe he was not so different after all? Would sex rule him now like it did the Captain Would he be able to keep his focus and perform his duties properly now that he knew exactly what it felt like to be inside of Autumn?

Spock blinked when he felt Autumn's hand on his forehead. There you go, getting all serious on me again!" she said with a small smile, "What's the matter, Spock? Do you have regrets?"

Spock shook his head, "If I have any regrets, Autumn, it is that I waited so long to claim you. I am sorry for all of our lost time together."

"There isn't that much lost time. We're still young, we have our whole lives," Autumn whispered as she kissed his lips. She gasped as Spock grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.

Smiling, she ground herself against him. He was hard once again, but the burning look in his eyes is what made her catch her breath.

"Know this, Autumn, if you die before me, which is highly likely being I will out live just about everyone on our ship, I will not take another wife. You will be my one and only."

Autumn's heart squeezed painfully in her chest. The thought of Spock alone and grieving for her was painful, but thinking of him being with another woman was crippling.

She didn't know what to say to that, had no words to express how much his words meant to her, so instead, she showed him.