One Time They Were: Chapter Three
Both sleep and meditation eluded him. He had not been completely honest with the slinky communications officer; there were several other options for him if she refused his request. None of them, however, interested him in the least.
The truth was, even without the Pon farr, Sock burned for Underoosa. Over the years spent serving at her side, he'd said nothing of his growing desire for the satin silk teddy. Her console was less than a meter from his station and every day, from the moment she'd joined the crew, he'd been forced to endure the torture of her maddeningly exotic fabric softener.
He spent hours in meditation before his firepot, trying to sublimate the distracting disquiet caused by dreams of darning himself into her tightly-woven fibers, proclaiming to the universe that she was the property of S'chn T'gai Sock.
Still lost in thought, Underoosa barely noticed the end of the delicates cycle, rinsing away her fabric softener. The scent was her favorite and she had long suspected that Mr. Sock found it agreeable as well. The way he had breathed her in the night before gave credence to her conjecture. Water sluiced down her naked body from shoulder straps to crotch-cover as she stood.
Her choice was clear as clear as the final rinse; she had no choice, really. Sock mustn't die.
Memories of T'Pantyhose's fate still fresh in her mind, she slithered over to the moisture-extractor and hooked herself onto the conveniently placed bar hanging below. Within seconds, she was dry and supple, giving silent thanks that she lived in an age when silken Intimate Apparel wasn't forced to drip dry. She did not want to keep her Ash'ai waiting.
"Are you certain, Ms. Underoosa?" His cotton countenance was grave, but his eyes were like fire as he studied her. "Ash'ai strive to live in logic, but in this matter we are often not so successful. We are territorial with our mates. Once this is done, I will not easily give you up."
"I'm sure, Mr. Sock," she whispered, her voice strong, betraying nothing of the maelstrom of apprehension and arousal that stormed her senses. "How do we do this? What do you need me to do?"
Sock regarded her intently for a long moment before speaking. "I will not hurt you, Nyota," he promised. "We begin with a meld."
He bent over her until his cheek brushed against her face, the heat of his temple seeping into hers.
"My warp to your warp," he murmured, and the next words entered her mind so that she spoke them with him, "my weft to your weft."
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Sock had always been undeniably attractive. His blue and black uniform complemented his masculine beauty. Without it, he was magnificent, breath-taking. Overwhelming.
He would shred her; she was certain of this. She wanted to be shredded. Torn into pieces, then hemmed together again by his desire for her.
She need not have worried. They fit together perfectly. Cotton threads rasped against silk, the shorter, rougher fibers weaving around the long delicate filaments until he was weft to her warp. Locked in passion's static- electric grip, she clung to him.
"Oh, gods, Sock!" she cried out as he met her, thread for thread, stitch for stitch.
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"Stitch me! Stitch me!" his mate panted. "You sew me so good, baby." Her dirty mouth only heightened his pleasure as he drove deeper and deeper into firm seam of her core.
"You are mine," Sock growled, thrusting harder, twining his fibers ever more intricately with hers. "Mine!"
"Yours, Sock," she cried, joyous tears slipping down her satin cheeks. "Always yours!"
They reached completion together. Threads and minds merged into one, a sum greater than its parts. A kaleidoscope of fantastical colors and shapes exploding behind their eyes.
"Taluhk nash-veh," Sock whispered when his heart and respiration rates slowed. He gathered her to him, holding tight to the silken cloth. "Taluhk nash-veh."
"I love you too," Underoosa pledged. "Always."
Finis Story 2
A/N: Big thanks to SpockChick and LadyFangs/AquaSoulSis for the last minute betaing. This is a funnier (and sexier) chapter because of your input. And kisses to TalesFromTheSpockSide for a few after-posting catches. The women of Writers Anonymous and STCC Writers Guild rock!
Two ficlets to go in this series.