Warning: This is the part of the story were it gets M rated. If you've been following the story so far but are uncomfortable with reading any sexual content, then please don't read this chapter. Thanks.

David:

"What took you so long?" I asked, stopping our kiss and gasping for air. It was everything I'd been longing for since the moment I met her. To have her like this, too see her looking at me the same way I've been watching her.

Saavik looked up at me, watching and thinking. "I was confused…about how you felt, and how I felt for that matter. I'm sorry."

"You know I love you" I told her.

She kissed me, pushing her hands into my hair and forcing me up a little. "Yes" she breathed "…and I love you."

I laughed at her when she broke the kiss. "I'd have thought this would be too illogical for you."

"You're wrong. It's proving to be the most logical choice I've made." She explained while staring at me with some sort of adoring pleasure in her eyes as she stroked me gently. "It's hurt me everyday being so unsure of everything." She kissed me again, deep and strong this time. "But I'll be alright now."

"What happens now?" I asked curiously, watching her all the while. I wanted to let her take control. Everyone knew her as an ice queen, as nearly all Vulcans are, but I knew she could be feisty, and tonight I wanted that from her.

Her eyes glinted as she rolled me off her and forced me down onto the other side of the bed. She ripped her jumper of over her head and threw it to the ground, leaving her topless. She snapped down on me and started undoing my paints. I copied her, fumbling at the skin-hugging leggings she wore, but I wasn't really looking, I was staring at her body despite her being bent low over me.

As we pulled the last of our clothes of each other I pushed her back up slightly, wanting to see her. She looked puzzled at first but then seemed to understand and sat up proud and strong beside me, her eyes blazing with delight as she watched me all the while.

Saavik was then and there the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and I knew ever would see. Herself purely as she is lived up to and even exceeded my dreams about her, and that's saying something seeing as I'd been having pretty extreme thoughts about her.

I crept over to her, touching her ever so lightly but getting stronger. Moving my hands everywhere that I could, and I felt as if I didn't have enough time to touch her because I wanted to touch all of her yet I could never keep my hands away from the part of her I was on at that time. She arched her neck and moan that turn into a gasp I preceded to stroke her even faster, brushing my hands softly yet firmly over her body.

She lay down and stopped me suddenly, raising her hand once again. "Everything you feel I feel, and everything I feel you feel, our minds, our pleasures, everything together as one." She explained.

I leaned down over here. "You know, for a race famed for being emotionless, you do have some pretty illogical traits."

Her face remained as perfectly motionless as always, yet I knew inside that she was smiling at what I'd just said. With that she put her hand to my face, I heard her whisper, and her pleasures flood through me.

As she broke the mind meld she sat up quite suddenly, grabbing me against her. It knocked the air out of her and she gave a small gasp, as gasp that increased as I slid inside her. I forcefully pushed against her and her gasp increased to a high moan, but I enjoyed it, feeling ripples of warmth circle through my body and hers. She was griping her hands into my hair and around my neck, clutching to me and moaning softly in my ear as I rocked against her, and she pushed down on me in perfect motion.

I could feel her. It wasn't like Human sex because everything was connected. I felt every pleasure she got from everything I did to her, our pleasures doubled, and we understood. All our feelings connected into one mind.

I wanted to carry on making love to her all night, but eventually I had to climax. I thrust up against her, more forcefully than I had done yet. She gave one piercing scream that ripped the thick air around us and I was thankful that the walls were sound-proof. But I enjoyed it, and she enjoyed it, and she was beautiful, with her neck arched and body slightly bent away from mine in the cry.

As we finished I lay her down, with my body over hers. In her eyes there was a passionate flame as she looked up at me and as she breathed heavily she said nothing too me, yet I knew that both she and I were satisfied. As we lay there I had to untangle myself from her. I peeled my sweaty and sticky body from hers and lay next to her, watching her, her body, as she breathed in and out deeply to control herself, the sweat glistening off her bare skin, and the tumbled mess of her hair, spread out around her on the bed.

Suddenly, but softly I felt a touch at my wrist. I glanced down to see her hand on mine, stroking me gently as she kept her eyes fixed on mine. I focused on her face again. Neither of us spoke, neither of us needed to speak. I simply watched her quietly and listened to the soft music coming from the other side of my room. And when I looked into her eyes I knew that she was saying to me. Thank you. And. I love you.