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WARNING: Might be pushing the M rating here…Please let me know if I should move it over.
Special thanks to Beta Reader Notes from the Class Room!
Overflow: Chapter 2
Electrostatic energy whipped around Spock and he found himself on the transporter pad of the Enterprise. Wait...this wasn't right...
"Nyota, how did we return to the ship so quickly?" He couldn't remember the trip from the bar to the transporter station at all. His skin felt tight and hot. He started to panic; why couldn't he remember?
Nyota turned and looked at him...the bond between them felt...different...weaker. His heart rate accelerated.
Nyota slipped two cool fingers around two of his and sent him a wave of calm and for a moment he felt better...Why couldn't she do that with just her mind? If only he could get his whole body against that coolness...
"Jim beamed us up from the bar, remember?"
"No," Spock responded, staring at the floor. He took a deep breath and tried to keep the panic at bay. "Why did he...? There was no emergency."
"Spock," Nyota said, "let's go home."
Spock looked up. The transporter technician was staring at them. Why was he staring? Nyota and Spock were known to be a couple on the ship. They often linked fingers in public when not on duty.
The man looked from him and then to Nyota. Spock fought back a growl...why was the technician looking at his wife?
And why did the bond between him and Nyota feel so tenuous?
His skin felt hot, uncomfortable, prickly...the technician was looking back and forth between him and Nyota. Was he thinking of trying to take her from him? He stared hard at the young man.
"Let's go home, Spock."
He felt her projecting calm again through her fingers...Yes, they'd go home...they'd strip off their clothes, he'd press his whole body to hers, and then he would fuck her until...
He blinked. Where did that come from?
Nyota tugged at his fingers and Spock stepped off the transporter pad with her...being sure he gave the technician a warning glance.
As they stepped into the hallway, there was something like the sound of a door knock in his mind...
"Spock, I'm having a little trouble getting in your head..." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "Maybe we could meld tonight?"
Just the suggestion made him feel better. Their bond was like a memory, always there but not always at the forefront of their consciousness. He knew from Nyota's thoughts that human memories became indistinct with time. That is how their bond felt right now...she was fading away from him...
...maybe she was thinking of someone else...maybe she would leave...maybe she was tired of him because he didn't say I love you...he wasn't affectionate enough in public...he needed to keep her...he needed to penetrate her...he needed to mark her....
Her cool fingers tightened on his. "Spock, there is nothing to be afraid of...we'll meld, and I won't be able to hide from you at all." He looked down at her as they walked down the hall in a strangely uneven gait. Had she drunk too much? Or was that him?
She was so cool to his touch...he should just press her up against the wall and...
She smiled up at him. "And you won't be able to hide from me!"
Yes. He'd meld with her, and their minds would flow together along with their bodies. He was pleased. Really very pleased. And happy, very happy. Overly happy? Overjoyed?
...if one was in a public place but no one was around, was one really in public? He bent down and affectionately nipped her ear...then began to push her towards the wall of the corridor.
"Let's go home, Spock..." Nyota said, slipping just ahead of him. He felt calm, affection, and arousal from her...
Going home was such a good idea...he could take off these clothes. They were much too hot. Was she uncomfortable, too? Her fingers felt so wonderfully cool...He would take her home, meld with her and mark her...
"Let us go faster!" he said, and taking a firm grip on her hand began to lope down the hallway, dragging her with him.
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They melded. And suddenly the memories of the evening came rushing back to Spock.
Linking with Leonard and Jim in a bar. Running through the halls of the Enterprise dragging Nyota laughing behind him. Unzipping her skirt before she even entered the key code of their quarters...ripping off their clothes...literally, they were a shredded pile on the floor.
And now they lay in bed. He was pressed against her, but not in her -- though still aroused. Their legs were entwined...the coolness of her body was enough to cool the fire on his skin.
The meld was new and raw, his emotions were spilling into her, and his mind was suddenly clear.
And with clarity came understanding.
Nyota...he whispered through their newly-strengthened bond...I think...I may be in the first stages of Pon Farr.
Just articulating these thoughts caused a flood of anxiety to rise in him.
I know, she said back into his mind. He could feel her soaking up his anxiety. She stared into his eyes and said aloud, "But you don't have to worry. I am here."
Acceptance and calm rolled from her to him and the anxiety he felt was quashed like flame by water.
He glanced up at the slats of their metal bed. They'd requisitioned it with this event in mind before he turned thirty-five. "Perhaps you should restrain me?"
"No," Nyota said with confidence, "you don't need it." Her conviction flowed into him. She did not believe he would hurt her.
Earlier he had wanted to mark her, to seize her violently, but as this feeling hit him, and the knowledge of her certainty in his innate ability--no, his innate desire never to do her harm--that urge for violence dampened.
He still wanted her, but...he wanted to be gentle now, while he still could, while he was still in control. Who knew what he would become later...
"Shhhh...." Nyota whispered. "You won't become anyone else...you are my Spock."
Nyota, his wife, his lover, his bond mate, pressed her lips gently to his. He opened his mouth in invitation and she slipped in her tongue -- cool and wet and human against his drier heat.
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They basked in the afterglow of shared climax and he was lucid.
Nyota's head was on his shoulder, and she was walking her fingers up his chest...she skipped her digits over the long scar he'd acquired on Epsilon 1235 and began singing the Eensy Weensy Spider in Vulcan.
Spock couldn't laugh, but he could appreciate the twist of words. They didn't all translate neatly...eensy weensy, for one...
"Or is it two words, Spock?" she responded to his unspoken thoughts.
Spock experienced the pleasant sense of satisfaction he always felt when they were joking or teasing. She was being purposely silly to keep things light, he realized. Not letting him worry, not letting him feel ashamed....
"Because you shouldn't feel ashamed..."
He swallowed. Not yet...The stories...
"Stop it, Spock!" she said it sharply, but sent him a wave of good humor. Then she started singing the Eensy Weensy Spider again.
"You know," she said, "this song would be so much easier to sing in your language if the Vulcan expression for spider wasn't eight-legged terrestrial Terran insectoid-like species..."
He almost smiled at that...or maybe he did.
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Nyota was sleeping...she always had trouble staying awake when pressed against him without compensating stimulation. His warm body made it "impossible not to relax."
Spock could not sleep and could not meditate. So he lay with her in the crook of his arm, semi-aroused, skin tingling and calculated the value of pi, his favorite almost--not quite--meditation activity.
Vulcans never discussed Pon Farr directly. Humans, however...and human females married to Vulcans in particular...did "talk" quite a lot. There were web pages and blogs and vid blogs dedicated to "How to survive Pon Farr with your Vulcan" and "What your Vulcan man is going through during Pon Farr"...consequently, he knew a little about what to expect.
He could expect to lose his mind.
Spock knew that humans often imbibed semi-toxic substances in order to purposely lose their minds, but he was rather fond of his and didn't relish letting it go.
At the thirty-second decimal point of pi he began to lose track of where he was in his calculations. He swallowed and started at the beginning...and lost track at the twenty-second decimal point...
His numbers were rolling away...along with his marbles...
Hmmm, that was rather a pleasantly satisfying turn of phrase. Maybe Nyota would find it funny...he should wake her and tell her. No, she needed rest. The blogs and vids said that when you had a Vulcan in Pon Farr you should sleep when you could -- his sanity would come and go in waves. Now he was sane, if rapidly becoming uncomfortably aroused, and he should let her sleep.
What had he been thinking about?
He couldn't even remember...he kicked his leg in frustration and let out a snarl. Nyota stirred next to him. He shouldn't wake her...but he wanted to wake her...he wanted her. Snarling again, he bolted upright and put his hands to his head and curled his knees up to his chin.
"Hey, Spock...you okay?" Nyota asked.
His mind was slipping away. His body felt tight, his skin was burning and he was aroused...painfully now. He wanted to bang his useless head against a wall or bang his body against Nyota's...and he was so frustrated he couldn't even decide which.
Someone somewhere was snarling.
"I think you should bang me, Spock," Nyota said sitting up. "Your mind will come back...but only if your head isn't broken..."
He felt good humor through their bond. Some of his frustration diminished but he didn't move until Nyota pushed his shoulders back onto the bed and slipped her body over him. Everywhere she touched the burning in his skin subsided...but at that most important of places they were not joined. His hips bucked up of their own accord and someone somewhere was whining.
"Easy, Spock. I'm here...and I'm all yours," Nyota said. She slid her hips against his and sank her teeth into his clavicle.
The whining turned to a croon.
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His skin was on fire....and he was painfully aroused...again...this was madness...
He looked down at Nyota, half asleep on her back as he sat beside her.
She hadn't turned him away. He felt emotion swelling in his chest...
Spock needed to mark her...so everyone would know she was his, she was claimed, she was protected...she was his...
"Mmmmm....Vulcan love..." Nyota's eyes fluttered open.
That is what she called this emotion of his that she did not have...that humans did not have...she liked this emotion, this thing...he wanted to bite, his jaw was flexing involuntarily.
Nyota put her hands between her legs. Dimly he was aware she was preparing herself for him. For him. She wasn't going to let him suffer like this...she knew he wasn't able to fulfill her needs...he felt how tired she was...how her legs could barely move.
"Please, give me more, Spock...more Vulcan love..."
He let everything he was feeling flow into her. How desperately he wanted to mark her, how much he wanted, needed to be inside her, to feel her cool muscles clench around him, embrace and accept him.
She moaned...
"Spock, I'm ready."
He rolled her over onto her stomach, trying to be gentle, but somehow he knew he wasn't. Grabbing a pillow he stuffed it beneath her hips. His body was trembling now, shaking, fevered, hot...he had to be inside of her...his teeth...his length.
She reached behind and guided him in. He let out a long exhale of relief, fell forward onto her back and buried his teeth into the back of her neck.
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Spock woke up on wet sheets with his face pressed in a pillow that had green stains on it. Nyota was not next to him. Oh, no.
Was it round six or round seven now? He couldn't remember. Maybe she'd gotten disgusted by his lack of control, maybe she was tired of him, maybe she was ashamed...
From just beyond their bedroom alcove her voice came. "Spock, I'm just getting a drink of water...I'm coming back."
Ah, yes, there she was...he could feel her now...and...
She was coming back! He hopped happily up to his knees on the mattress...he was wearing pants; why was he wearing pants?
"Because you wanted to go to the mess hall and get some breakfast to prove to the world that you weren't in the midst of Pon Farr...you fell over in exhaustion as soon as you pulled your pants on."
Oh.
His skin was tingling...but there was a burning sensation in his back that felt different...ahhh...yes, she'd scratched him brutally. He heard a purr coming from his chest. When was she coming back?
"Just a couple more sips..."
Just a couple more sips and...she...his Nyota...would be back. He began to bounce on his knees in joy. The mattress gave a wonderful bit of lift to each bounce. How exhilarating. He began to bounce faster and higher, lifting his arms with each spring.
Why hadn't he done this before? The sound of the metal bed frame straining was like music to his ears...the feel of his body lifting through the air cooled his skin...
From the opposite room Nyota shouted, "Wheeeeeeeee!!!!" and began to laugh. "Spock, what are you doing?"
As she rounded the corner of the alcove, he could feel the widest smile he'd ever had on his face since he was a child.
"Oh, nebulas! You're going to break the bed!" she said. "Or your head...." But he could feel her happiness through these words.
He bounced higher...and felt a sudden pain in his skull. As he smacked down into the bed the frame and the mattress crashed to the ground. That was probably heard across the whole ship. Spock found he didn't care. He exhaled sharply...it almost sounded like a laugh. Nyota's mouth opened in shock and...happiness.
Spock looked at her, feeling both sides of his mouth quirked. He began bouncing again. "Come here, wife!" he shouted in Vulcan.
She didn't walk over--she ran and leaped onto the fallen mattress with him, a huge smile on her face...a bright burst of happiness radiating from her heart and mind to his.
Somewhere a comm chime.
"Answer!" called Nyota bouncing next to Spock, her hair flying up behind her.
Leonard's voice came on in the room. "Ummm...someone reported a loud disturbance in your quarters to security and I..."
That exhaling noise that sounded like laughter was coming from Spock's chest. Nyota whooped aloud and threw up her arms.
"I take it you're both fine..."
Nyota's breasts were bouncing most deliciously...
"Yes!" shouted Nyota.
"Okay, I'll just go now...." said Leonard.
Spock caught Nyota's bouncing body and buried his head happily into the corner of her neck and shoulder with a long happy growl...
"...ummm...yeah, I'll just go...McCoy out." The comm went silent.
Pushing Nyota back onto the mattress, he ground his hips against hers.
"You know," she said smiling, "this would work better if you weren't wearing pants."
That strange exhaling noise came from his chest again. He was over happy...
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A/N:
Explanation of the scar received on Epsilon 1235 will be forthcoming in "The Vulcan".
Notes found this chapter excessively silly and couldn't imagine Nyota singing the Eeensy Weensy spider or Spock jumping on the bed...my mind must just be excessively twisted...but let me know if you think it is just plain wrong. (She also said it was hot...so I published anyway)
…oh, and I used "over happy" despite Notes' comment that it is grammatically incorrect. Poetic license…yadda…yadda…Spock doesn't really have a brain right now.
I was going to make this whole chapter from Nyota's point of view, but then I realized that the Vulcan point of view was a bit rarer and went this way. Hope you enjoyed! One more chapter!