The Two Big Ones

Chapter thirteen - Africa Again

Africa, Earth

July 2263

Spock

When they stepped off the transporter pads, they immediately saw Nyota's father, there waiting for them. They made their way across the the crowded room to his side and he clasped Nyota closely, then clapped Spock on the shoulder. "Ready for a short ride in the sun?"

"Oh, yes, Baba, I could definitely do with some nice hot African sun!" Nyota hugged him back before they headed down the short hallway and out into the bright sunlight.

They tossed their duffels into the back of the family vehicle and climbed in, settling down on the wide bench behind the driver's seat. Alhamisi climbed in the front and started the engine and in only a few seconds they were rattling down the road. Questions flew over the back of his seat, asking about the things they had seen and done. They both knew they would be answering the same questions again shortly, as her mother would want the answers as well, but they could not resist replying to his eager queries.

As soon as they pulled into the yard, Nyota's mother came flying out of the house. She danced up and down while they pilled out of the vehicle and enveloped them both in her arms as soon as possible. "Oh, I'm so glad you're here. Was it wonderful? Did everything go well? Did you see everything you wanted do? How was the boat?" She paused to catch her breath and Nyota laughed and hugged her hard.

"Mama, Mama, we can't answer the questions that fast! Let's go inside have something cool to drink and talk." And so they did, sitting around the table and talking until the sun began to set. And then M'Umbha sprang up, apologizing, and began to yank things out of the stasis unit, filling the table with food still left over from the wedding. Then they truly laughed.

"Well, I certainly wasn't going to let it go to waste! And this is nearly the end of it. But I think left-over appetizers will do just fine for supper tonight. You two are beginning to look pretty tired. And there will be very little clean-up after this."

So they sat and nibbled and talked some more, until they had to turn the lights on. And then they talked some more, until Nyota excused herself and headed for the bathroom. When she came out, Spock was standing there. He bent down and whispered in her ear and she smiled at him and waved to her parents over his shoulder before turning and heading up the stairs.

She shuddered over him, later, trying so hard to be quiet. He had her legs doubled up in his hands, pushing, so that she was pressed down against his hips, his length buried so deeply within her that he could feel himself bumping against her cervix. His breath hissed though his teeth at the exquisite feel of her, so tight around him. She reached around behind her and wrapped her arms around his legs, under his knees, to give herself more leverage. And then she was moving, rocking, moaning at him as he thrust up, up. And all was heat, and light, and ecstasy and love. And she was his, all his.

***

He woke in the morning, just as the sun was beginning to light the sky. She was wrapped around him, her face against his neck, one leg across his hips. He savored the feel of her, the smell of her, indulging himself in the pleasure of lying there just feeling her. And then he slowly began to tease her awake, touching with featherlight touches, brushing his lips and fingertips against her skin. Until she began to stir, to move her body against him. And then he began to whisper "run, time to run, out in the sunshine, down the path, running fast."

And she moved against him, causing all sorts of problems, and bit his neck before bounding out of the bed quickly and dashing into the bathroom, giggling. It was only minutes until they were out the kitchen door and down the path, running in perfect synchronization. When they had covered five kilometers, he turned his face to her, sending a brief query, and she grinned and waved him on, watching him as his legs flashed, so fast. She let the lust build, smiling, and felt his reply, there in the back of her mind, flooding her with heat until she moaned. She turned and started jogging back, until she heard his pounding feet behind her, and then she turned, waiting to be swept up off her feet. And she was not disappointed, for he grabbed her up and slung her over his shoulder, laughing, and carried her under the bright trees to where the bank was covered with a layer of soft dust. There he laid her down and tugged and pulled at her clothing until she was bare before him. He tasted every part of her skin, relishing the tang of the sweat on her body. She pulled and tugged at him until she had his body turned around and then her cool hands were stroking, teasing, fingernails running lightly over his scrotum until his testicles pulled up against his body and he shuddered, growling at her. And then she pulled him down and closed her mouth over him and he groaned against her body. His tongue curled over her, eliciting gasps and moans, muffled against his flesh, sending ripples of sensation all over his body. He lowered his forearms to the ground, wrapping his hands about her thighs to spread her even further open, laving her exposed flesh until she was shuddering and bucking against him, her hands tight about him, her mouth working feverishly. They pleasured each other until they shuddered with the ecstasy, bodies on fire with it, minds full of it. And then they lay there a while longer, wrapped about each other, talking, before rising to walk back to the house for breakfast.

***

On the third day they were there, Nyota's Aunt Durra came to visit. She seemed slightly nervous and seemed both to want to talk and to be afraid to do so. Eventually, Nyota asked her if she would like to take a walk with her and received an enthusiastic reply. And so the two women set off down the dusty path together. Spock watched them from the porch, curious. He presumed the older woman wanted to talk to Nyota about Selek, so was not surprised in the least when she affirmed this to him, moments later. Now be quiet and you can listen, but if you distract me, I will shut the link down. The tone was teasing, but he knew she meant it. So he settled himself on the stairs and leaned against the porch column, sipping on his glass of fruit juice, and listened.

***

Durra was a few inches shorter than Nyota and nearly fifteen years older. Her body was rounder, fuller. She was a professor of linguistics at the University at Nairobi. She and Nyota had always been close, more like sisters than aunt and niece. And so she walked beside her and twisted her hands and tried to figure out how to say what was on her mind. But Nyota started first. "Durra, let me tell you of something that happened." Durra looked at her and nodded, waiting. "As they were getting ready to board their shuttle to return to San Francisco, Selek came to me and asked me something." She stopped and looked into the other woman's eyes. "He asked me if I could please inquire whether his attentions would be welcomed. And then he asked me for your contact information."

Durra cheeks blazed in a dark blush. "Oh! He didn't!"

"Yes, he did. He would like to get to know you better, Durra. And that's such a good thing. You can be sure, when a Vulcan man asks something like that, that he is very, very interested."

Durra was quiet for a moment. "I am not young anymore."

"You're not forty yet! That's not old! And Selek is much older than that! I do not think he would be at all interested in a teenager. Or even someone my age. No, he wants a woman who knows who she is."

"Well, I certainly do know that! He seemed very nice. And we just talked and talked. I can't remember when I spent so much time talking with a man and was so interested in what he had to say."

"He is a very nice man. And has been through some very bad times. He deserves someone nice like you. And you deserve someone like him." Nyota hugged Durra.

Durra looked almost frightened. "It's such a big step, Nyota. It's scary. There are so many things that could go wrong."

"But it you don't try, you'll never know."

"He seems a lot like your Spock."

Nyota grinned widely. "Oh, he is very much like my Spock. Very much indeed." She could feel Spock's amusement in the back of her mind. "After all, they do come from the same family."

"Will you help me to send a message? I'm not sure I know what to say."

"We will go up to my room and practice. And then we can use my old comlink. It still works well enough for this." And so the two women turned and walked back to the house, past Spock, who smirked slightly at Nyota as they passed, inside and up the stairs into the room that had been Nyota's all her life, and sat at the desk there and practiced what Durra should say. And then Nyota wrote down the address that Selek had given her, and laid it on the desk in front of Durra, who took several deep breaths before hesitantly keying it in.

Nyota stayed back out of the pickup area, near the door to the hall. And after the first few hesitant exchanges, she silently slipped out, back down to the porch, where she sat down between Spock's legs and leaned back against his chest. "This one's a done deal."

He laughed softly into her ear. "If I understand your idiom correctly, I believe you may be correct. He would not have asked for the contact information unless he had already determined that he found her acceptable. Now all he has to do is convince her. And I do not think that will be difficult."

It was almost an hour before Durra came back down the stairs and joined them on the porch. She sat on the swing and rocked herself back and forth gently for several minutes before she said anything. And then she turned her head to Nyota and smiled. "I believe I shall spend the month of August in San Francisco. There are many interesting things to see there and I have never been there."

Nyota smiled widely at her. "Oh, I think that's a lovely idea, Durra! I'm sure you will enjoy it tremendously."

And then Spock spoke up, in rare form. "My kinsman, Selek, will be there then as well. I am sure he would be glad to show you around. He has been there many times."

Durra gasped slightly. "I...I...Surely that would be very forward of me to ask that of him."

"Then I shall do it for you. After all, we are all family now." He could feel Nyota, in the back of his mind, telling him what an evil person he was. With barely suppressed laughter, he responded that he was just 'helping things along'. "There is a very impressive display of Vulcan artifacts at the Vulcan Embassy which I am sure he would want you to see."

"Oh. Well. If you do not think it improper."

"Not at all. I am glad to help."

By this time, Nyota was having an extremely difficult time controlling herself. It was a very good thing that her parents came out onto the porch then to join in the conversation.

***

The last day they were in Africa, Nyota went through their duffels and brought out everything that needed laundering. She and her mother spent the morning refreshing their clothing and packing it neatly. And then her mother brought out their wedding clothing, already cleaned and packed and ready to take along. They stacked the luggage against the wall of bedroom, next to the door, awaiting only the last few things in the morning.

They spent the evening, sitting on the porch, talking with her parents, but when the sun peeked over the horizon, they were on the path again, running in the heat for the last time. Rolling in the soft dust under the bright trees until they were sated and breathless. And then they showered and dressed and finished the packing. They carried the luggage downstairs and set it by the front door and ate breakfast with her parents. And then they hugged her mother and her father drove them to the transit station. She hugged her father, and he took Spock's hand in one of his, and laid the other on Spock's shoulder, and asked him to take care of his daughter for him. Spock promised earnestly to do so.

Then it was their turn and they climbed onto the lit discs with their luggage and the familiar tingles came, and they were in San Francisco.