The Two Big Ones
Chapter Three - Going to Africa
The Vulcan Embassy, San Francisco, Earth
June 2263
Nyota
Spock was kissing her softly on the back of her neck, his hands rubbing down her sides. It was heavenly. She moaned softly and moved her bottom against him, feeling him there, already hot and hard, ready for her. She felt him now, there in the back of her mind, showing her his lust, his hunger for her. She pulled it in, felt it flowing through her, setting her aflame. His hands moved around more, cupped her breasts, rolled her nipples between his fingers, groaning at her, pushing his hips forward so that she could feel him there against her bottom. She flexed the link just a little, trying to return some of what she felt to him, felt him flare, heard him growl. Ah, what a way to wake up!
She reached down, between her legs, and found him. Stroked, touched, pulled her hips forward just enough to bring him down from between their bodies, rubbing against her, snug between her thighs, against the part of her that was fast becoming so wet. She moved her hands over him, sliding over the bulbous head, feeling him swell against her clasp, growling louder now, biting gently at her neck, her shoulders, moving his hips. Her name fell off his lips, softly, all drawn out. She positioned him there, were he wanted to be, just barely inside her, and he sighed, such a long lovely sigh, as he slid slowly in.
And then they just held there, feeling so wonderful. She was so full, so stretched, he was throbbing within her. All he needed to do was to touch - one touch - and she would tip over the edge. But he did not. Instead he just stayed there, not moving at all, just throbbing within her. And he began to murmur to her, soft words, endearments, words of love, until she could stand it no longer and reached her own hand and touched, just one touch, and convulsed about him, pulling him with her into white hot ecstasy, joy unbounded.
They laid there for some time, just holding each other, until their time was running short and they must rise and shower quickly and dress and pack their bags. She grabbed the fruit, the biscuits, the cheese, from the table and stuffed it into one of the carry-boxes and took it with them, to have in the shuttle.
And then they were leaving that room and going down in the turbolift and through the Embassy to the shuttle landing area, where everyone else already waited. And so they boarded the shuttle, settling down in comfortable seats, fastening the harnesses, and the door closed and they were in the air. It seemed so strange not to be sitting in those seats in the front row, instead being in the back, as passengers. Very strange.
Nyota took out the carry-box and handed Spock fruit and cheese and a biscuit, took some herself, offered the box around, then closed it and stuck it under her seat for later. She sat there and nibbled on her food, talking to her parents, to Sarek, to Selek, to T'Pau, who she was surprised to see here. Not that she was unwelcome, just that they had not expected her to come. As far as she knew, T'Pau had never said she was coming. And there was one other unexpected passenger, smiling and talking and obviously glad to be invited - Captain Pike. She could only guess that Sarek must have invited him yesterday. Both of her parents seemed to be captivated by him, asking question after question about StarFleet.
Eventually, Spock nudged her and she reached under her seat and brought out the box again, offering it to him. The box passed around, most people taking something. She was so glad she had thought of it. When it came back to her, there was little left - just enough for her. Spock took the empty box and compressed it, ready for the recycler. She leaned back, nibbling on her food, listening to the talk around her, feeling him there in the back of her mind, happy. It was a good day. She smiled to herself, a wonderful day.
Spock
He sat there beside her, content. The shuttle was full of people being pleasant to one another, talking. She was getting sleepy, he could feel it. He shifted in his chair, just a bit, so that his shoulder and arm were closer to her, offering. And she shifted in his direction, laying her head against his shoulder, wrapping her hands around his arm, and slipped softly off to sleep, leaving him watching her mind slowly quieten, drifting. And saw them there, in her mind, as they had been this morning. Perhaps it would not do to follow her dream too closely in this environment. People were watching him, after all. He gently withdrew, softly closing down the link to a trickle until she awoke again.
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He listened to the conversation of the pilot and navigator. They were almost there. He opened up the link again and began gently to suggest that she wake up. She murmured against his shoulder, rubbing her face against him. When she made a very suggestive remark, he bent his head down. "Nyota, it is time to wake up. We are almost there."
She opened her eyes and tried to focus on his face. "Spock?"
"Yes, k'diwa. We are still on the shuttle. You do need to wake up now."
She was slightly confused. She pushed up from his shoulder and looked about. He sensed a faint feeling of..embarrassment. She did not know whether she had been overheard. He sent her a small soothing thought and she turned to him, smiling now.
In only a few minutes, he felt the shift in the shuttle as they began the descent. It would not be any time at all now before they were landing. All over the shuttle, people straightened up, put away reading material or PADDS and got ready for the landing. They set down, just slightly too hard. He saw a slight drawing together of his father's brows. Yes, father, that was a really bad landing. If you ask me, I will tell you. But he did not volunteer anything. He had no wish to embarrass the pilot.
When the engines were shut down and the dust outside had settled, the pilot rose and opened the door, dropping the stairs into place. Spock undid his harness and rose, gathering the two duffles, and stepped out. He set the duffles to the side and offered Nyota's mother assistance down the stairs. Her father came behind, waving him off. Next was T'Pau, and he carefully helped her down to the ground. His father followed, also carrying two duffels. And then there was Captain Pike and Nyota right behind him. He reached for her hand and felt the rush of her affection, almost smiling at her before he realized how many people were watching. The pilot was checking about the inside of the shuttle to be sure everything had been carried out and now was ready to close the door, repeating the time he was supposed to return the day after tomorrow. Sarek acknowledged that he was correct, and the stairs folded up, followed by the door closing. Spock picked up the duffels and began moving people away from the shuttle, wanting to avoid the dust that would be kicked up. Everyone headed for the house, which was only a short distance away. Behind them, the shuttle rose into the air.
Before they even reached the house, Nyota's sisters came running out and embraced her, swinging about with glee. She laughed and smiled at them, so happy. It was very pleasant to see their exuberance, even though he was sure that T'Pau was affronted. These were humans and should be free to act as such.
When everyone was inside, out of the sun, Nyota's mother began directing her daughters to escort people to the rooms where they would be staying. Nyota took his fingers and pulled him along, up to the room that had been hers as she grew up. They left their duffels there, on the bed. And then she closed the door and wrapped herself around him. When they parted, gasping for air, he laid his hands on the sides of her face and looked at her, so happy. He felt like he was overflowing and she just glowed back at him. And then there was thumping on the door and she sighed and turned from him. "Come in, come in, we're completely decent."
Her sisters burst into the room, hugging her again and dragged her off somewhere. She laughed and looked over her shoulder at him, sending him a helpless look. There in the back of his mind, she sent him warmth and love and sisters! He wondered back down the stairs, going to see if he could be helpful. He found her father just ready to head into town to pick people up at the transit station and willingly went along.
They made three trips, coming back each time with the entire vehicle filled with people and bags. Each time they turned them over to the sisters, who were in charge of getting everyone settled. Each time, he was lucky to catch a glimpse of her, in the midst of everyone.
By nightfall, all the travelers were here. Tables were set up, all over the yard, and the piles of food were enormous. Nyota's cousins sat with their friends from the ship, and her grandmother and T'Pau sat next to each other, talking seriously about something. He was astounded. He was even more astounded to see Selek carrying a plate of food to one of Nyota's aunts. He quietly directed her attention in that direction and felt her astonishment and delight. Everyone had found someone to talk to. It was noisy, it was warm, and comforting. He was amazed and delighted. And Nyota was so happy she just overflowed with it, filling him up as well.
It lasted for hours, until Nyota's father stood up and banged a spoon on a pan and said it was time to clean everything up and get to bed if they wanted to be awake in the morning. And then everyone fell to, carrying things in to the kitchen, bagging the trash, washing the dishes, scrubbing off the tables in the yard. It was amazing, but then he realized that they must have done this many times. In no time at all, everything was clean and people were drifting off to their beds. Nyota came and slipped her hand into his and drew him away, back up the stairs and he followed her with no resistance. There was no question where he would sleep tonight, none at all. However, he must be sure to keep her very quiet, because this house was definitely not soundproof.