New Vulcan Generations

by NeshaTriumphs1

Set three years after Illogical Progression not a required read for this fic, however , Spock and Nyota, as husband and wife embark upon a new adventure together - parenthood. But, will things from their pasts and their surroundings make things easier or harder for them to take this journey together?

13. In Speaking of Fervor

In Speaking of Fervor

Spock had been working at the Embassy, as a diplomat to Starfleet, and at the New Vulcan Science Academy, as one of its instructors to the branch of attendants who descended from the Vulcans of passion, and he had been dedicating most of his time to work.

Styik had been coming from the New Vulcan Early Education Center, everyday and rushing immediately to his emotional modulator, where he seemed to spend hours connected to the machine before ducking into the learning bowl in the family learning facility, inside of the mansion.

Nyota had began light exercising and increased every week, and was proud to say that her performance on the obstacle course had become much better and figure was returning to normal, but she was ashamed of herself in thinking that she still did not seem to look as good as T'Pring.

In speaking of T'Pring, the Vulcan woman drove her completely crazy. The woman would have these long drawn out conversations with Spock about these science things that Nyota did not really know enough about to be a part of the conversation, nor could she understand from context clues enough to offer any input. It was simply what T'Pring was interested in, science, telepathic tuning, and the teachings of Surak.

Spock was not particularly interested in telepathic tuning, but the other two subjects, he would get lost in conversations with T'Pring about and not even take notice of the fact that Nyota had retired from the room. She tried to suck it up. After all, isn't that exactly how her relationship with Chekov was on the ship? What really made her frustrated was the fact that after Styik was retired to his room for the night, T'Pring would change from her guard robes into classy attire which most Vulcan women did not wear – New Vulcan evening gowns which catered more to the passion of the cave Vulcans than the logic of the old Vulcan residents. These gowns were beautiful, and though they covered most of the body, Nyota saw them as Vulcan lingerie, and she did not like T'Pring anywhere near Spock in any lingerie, even if it was lingerie that looked like a whole damn dress.

Two weeks after the incident with Styik in the bedroom, over Ambassador Spock, Nyota had her first doctor's appointment on New Vulcan. Sytar was now six weeks old and Nyota wanted to have an exam. Ravalan suggested the Vulcan doctor who had handled her and Suzak, and even accompanied her to the doctor. Vulrak waited for them in the waiting area, with both of the baby boys with him, and Ravalan went into the examination room with Nyota.

The doctor gave Nyota her examination and made notes on her PADD as she reported the results. Everything was functional. Her health was well. She wanted to actually know for a fact that she was able to have sexual intercourse, being without had been extremely hard for her, especially with T'Pring wandering about the mansion in stunning form. Nyota was unsure of how to ask a Vulcan doctor such a question.

Fortunately, Ravalan was there. Ravalan asked, "Will the mistress be able to lay with her husband, now?" The doctor stared at her, and Nyota knew that the question was odd to her, although she did not react at all. Ravalan explained, "The mistress of the house is human, doctor. Her womb will become futile in a short span of years, therefore it is only logical that noble Spock plants seed within her while her inferior reproductive system still functions."

The Vulcan doctor nodded her head once and said plainly, "You are capable of sexual intercourse, My Lady."

Upon leaving the examination room, Uhura whispered, "I don't know whether to thank you or to cuss you out for making my human uterus sound so pathetic."

"Your human womb is pathetic, but I believe that by the end of the night, that you will wish to thank me." Ravalan collected Suzak from Vulrak and Nyota collected Sytar. All of them left the office and got into the transport. The two women secured their babies, then themselves and the driver started the transport to head home.

While on the transport, Ravalan took Nyota's hand and Nyota caught a mental glimpse of T'Pring, then heard Ravalan's voice in her head: "She wishes to be the bride of our home. She will try to begin with your husband, as it is his son who is heir of the family. I do not know what tactics she will employ, but I do not know that she is a better suited bride for this household than you, it will be logical to her to have you taken out of the way."

Vulrak glanced at them and looked at their hands. He knew that there was a secret communication going on between them.

Nyota though back, "I am not the bride of the house, you are. I am the First Wife..." Ravalan removed her hand from Nyota's when she noticed Vulrak watching them. She did not want him to eavesdrop. He had been among those who believed in honing their telepathic abilities and use them for any reason (like Sybok), not only in drastic, necessary situations (like Spock), and T'Pring was his second in command of the House Guard. Ravalan and Vulrak locked eyes and she smirked at him, knowing that he had not gotten anything from the interaction.

Vulrak informed her, "I had no intention of intruding on your conversation."

"And now you will not have to." Ravalan responded. Nyota looked from Ravalan to Vulrak, then turned to Sytar and reached for his hand. He latched on to her finger and she smiled at him.

Nyota wished for a moment to finish her conversation with Ravalan, but none had arisen. When they had come home from the doctor's office, Ravalan had taken Suzak out for a walk around the grounds. Nyota had taken Sytar and went into her own room, but a few hours later, Sarek had visited to collect him. Nyota gave Sytar to his grandfather and laid down to read.

Eventually, she walked into the common room, where Ravalan, T'Pring and Spock were seated at the table. T'Pring and Spock were debating with Ravalan about the merits of logic and Ravalan was insisting upon the rewards of passion. Suzak sat on Ravalan's lap as she passionately argued with the two completely calm Vulcans seated across from her. Ravalan looked at Nyota, when she entered, and said, "Lady Uhura, you are a woman of both passion and logic, please, your input... would you rather have a man who handles you logically or one who handles you passionately, if you hypothetically had to choose between the two?"

T'Pring and Spock both stared at Nyota, with blank expressions. She looked at Sarek, on the couch with the baby on his lap. Styik was speaking with Sarek, but she could not hear the conversation. Neither of them seemed to care about the conversation at the table. Ambassador Spock was nowhere around. Vulrak was seated in the seat across from the couch and seemed to look at her as though he was interested in her answer. She shrugged her shoulders and answered, "I am not interested in hypothetic scenarios. I already have the type of man that I want and need."

T'Pring pressed her lips together, clearly unimpressed by Nyota's answer and looked at Spock, then asked, him, "But you, Sir Spock, would you hypothetically have a choice if it was indeed necessary to choose?"

"The logical choice would be to choose a mate of logic, if those are the only two choices." He stated.

Nyota quickly turned her back to them and went into the kitchen. She knew that everyone noticed her slam her palm against the door to open it, but that did not currently matter. She went into the refrigerator and sifted through a few of the items, then shut it, without retrieving anything. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She wanted to go right back in the room and strike Spock in the face, for that answer. But, that was his answer, his honest answer. How could she be mad at him for speaking his mind? Easily! She was mad. Moments later, the door swung open and Vulrak entered the kitchen with a look of concern on his face.

"Are you well, My Lady?" Vulrak asked.

She smiled at him and nodded, then thought for a moment, shook her head, no, and answered, "I am upset about a lot of things, but I do not want to talk to you about them. It doesn't seem proper."

Vulrak folded his arms and said, "I must tell you, Lady Uhura, you will eventually begin to talk to me. You may as well begin soon. I am the one being that you see more than anyone with the exception of your husband and children."

She scoffed and said, "As of right now, I do see you more than I do my husband and my son, Styik. But, that's really not your problem, nor your concern. I have been wondering, every time I look at you, how did they come to decide on one of Sybok's followers as my personal guard - answer that for me?"

"I do not share the opinion that I ever was a follower of Sybok. I was grouped in with them, because I am not a follower of Surak." He answered, honestly.

"Who are you a follower of?" She wondered.

Vulrak leaned gently against the kitchen counter as he answered, "For many years, I have been a proud follower of Vulrak, and yourself, My Lady?"

"Nyota Uhura." She answered with a smile.

He nodded his head, "A wise choice, if you ask me. If you ever need to talk to me, Lady Uhura, you certainly may, but please do not refer to me as one of Sybok's followers. It is insulting to me."

"I apologize for that." She said, sincerely.

"No harm has been done, My Lady. Do you wish to talk?" He reiterated.

This was the first significant conversation that she had with Vulrak. She asked, softly, "Do you fully trust everyone that works under your command?"

His answer came quickly, "My Lady, I do not fully trust anyone. I can make estimations of the type of actions to expect from others based on their past behavior and current situations. For example, I am willing to estimate that your concern over my level of trust is pertaining to T'Pring. I must ask you not to worry about her, or even to think about her."

Nyota stared at him, and read his amber eyes... nothing there. She did not really know what to make of his statement. She asked, "You do not fully trust her, but you estimate that her actions will not interfere with my safety?"

"I estimate no such thing. Your safety is fragile, hence the reason that you are not to be left alone at any time. I share your concerns on the matter of T'Pring." He said as plainly as any Vulcan would.

She became angry and asked in a voice louder than she expected to use, "Then why is she in our home, and guarding my son?"

Vulrak glanced at the kitchen door and placed two fingers over Nyota's mouth. Surely, every Vulcan in the other room had heard her questioning, with her pitch, accompanied by their keen sense of hearing. He entered her mind and blocked out the interference of anyone else. His mind now spoke to hers, "Sir Spock and I agreed that she was best kept where both of us could monitor her and so could Young Styik, as well. If she happens to attempt any treachery against you or your children, and her treachery is discovered, I estimate that your son will not hesitate to thwart her."

"Thwart? You mean hurt her, and maybe even kill her. I do not want Styik in that position, Vulrak. Remove her from my home and from guard over my son, immediately."

Vulrak lowered his fingers from her mouth and informed her, "Such an order must come from Master Sarek or Sir Spock. Sir Spock believes and has shared with me that Young Styik can take care of himself when threatened. He has in the past and has done so successfully. Sir Spock selected T'Pring as the child's guard himself. I believe that despite all things considered in your doubt, that you do trust your husband's decisions." She frowned and nodded her head. Generally, she trusted anything that her husband said and agreed with him, when she believed that he knew best, however, this was not one of those times.

She turned and headed for the door with a look of fury in her eyes. Vulrak caught her arm and she snapped, "Let go of me!" He knew that everyone heard that as well. In fact, Spock was probably heading for the room to investigate the matter.

"Very well," Vulrak responded. He opened the door to the kitchen and she walked through it. Spock watched them enter the room, silently. Apparently the conversation at the table had come to an end, or a recess, at least. Nyota had a feeling that she might have been the cause for the recession. Spock arose from the table and walked over to her. He looked at Vulrak, which Vulrak took as a signal to leave them alone.

Spock took Nyota gently by the arm and walked her back into the kitchen. She sighed and looked at him. He rubbed her arms gently and said, "You are angry. What exactly is the problem?"

She shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to bring it up, now. She was too mad and the others in the mansion were too close. She would become indignant, everyone would witness it and she would embarrass Spock in front of his family and High Vulcan House guards. She voted on responding, "These Vulcan discussions can be a little over my head, particularly the ones between you and T'Pring."

She said her name with contempt, like she hated the word itself. She made a face when she said it, as though the name invaded her taste buds in an unflattering way. Spock lifted an eyebrow and asked, "Are you jealous, Nyota?"

She huffed. He had asked it so calmly, but she knew that such an admission would make his day. She was so mad at him, still mad for his comment earlier, and disgusted with the fact that T'Pring was present. Nyota announced, "We really need to take this outside, right now, or I might embarrass you." She tried to storm out, but he caught her arm, pulled her close, and kissed her. Nyota pressed against him. "I am jealous."

He rubbed his nose against hers and informed her, "I know that you hate that feeling."

"But that is not why I am angry!" She snapped. He sighed, unsure of what he should say. She pointed to her head and stood still while he placed his hands on her temples. "Why didn't you tell me that T'Pring was suspicious?"

"Who told you that?" Spock wondered.

"Ravalan warned me about her earlier, and Vulrak just confirmed that she was suspicious, and you knew. I though that after that terrible accident with my mother that secrets were behind us, Spock!" Her face showed every bit of anger that he was feeling radiating from her through their meld.

He explained, "It was a safety precaution. Nyota, your mind is terribly easy for a finely tuned Vulcan to penetrate. I predicted that the less you knew, the less could be extracted from you."

"I do not want her around my son." She stated plainly. He liked the face that she was making when she had the thought. Her face reminded him of the way she looked when she demanded for him to assign her to the Enterprise – the demand which saved her life. He found himself unable to suppress the smirk that came with that memory.

There had been times when she just went along with whatever he laid out. He would always be grateful for the fact that she did not accept the ship assigning that was given to her, but this time, he did need her to understand his point of view. "She cannot harm him, Nyota. If she tried, he would defend himself efficiently." He told her.

"I do not want him to feel that he has to kill to defend himself. You know how scared he can get, and how angry. When Styik first melded with me, he showed me images of scientists death on the floor around the examination table that he sat on. He had killed all of them..."

Spock shuddered a bit with her recollection of the image of the memory that Styik had shown her. He told her, "I am aware of his past."

"I want his past to stay in his past. He has a new life now! Remove her from his guard." She was not ready to surrender.

Neither was Spock, "Nyota, it is a strategic move to have her here and guarding him, and she will not be reassigned. It is a logical decision and I will not alter it."

Nyota jerked her head away from his touch and said, "I'm going to go see my brother. I have to go see my mother, as well. I'll be back in a few hours." She rushed past him out of the kitchen and through the common room out of the front door. Vulrak immediately followed her out. She could only guess how Spock took her leaving at that point in the conversation, but she was too upset to really care.

Being on New Vulcan with all of these other Vulcans was changing him, in her opinion. She felt like he was becoming more and more Vulcan everyday. He was becoming as close minded about her emotions as he had been when they first got together, and she found it hard to believe. However, it was her fault. She had asked him to come with her. She had asked him to stay here, on this planet with his people, these people of complete logic. The fact that they had not been intimate in six weeks also could have something to do with his desensitization. She would have to wait until later to see if she could use her body to make him reconcile with his passionate side.

After she left there, she went to Mwinyi's house, where Toimu had been staying since finding out about their mother's condition. At the moment, he was not working, only being artistic and using his down time to think about his life and to spend with Nyota, as there were so few humans on the planet. He watched over his mother, but most of the time, she just sat in the room, staring straight ahead. He often set her in front of a window, feeling that it was better than a wall.

When he opened the door to the house, he patted Vulrak on the shoulder and said, "What's up, V?" Vulrak had become accustomed to the question and simply responded with a slight bow.

Nyota replayed the conversation that she had accidentally walked into for Toimu, to get his thoughts on the matter. She was not willing to speak about the deeper issues with T'Pring, not yet, not when she did not know how it would turn out, so she just stuck to her jealousy problems, for the time being. After she heard Toimu's response, she wondered why she had even bothered.

"You should have clocked that bitch." He told her, in reference to T'Pring. She sighed.

She had once punched a woman in the mouth, twice and knocked out two of her teeth over Spock, before, and it almost resulted in her expulsion from Starfleet Academy. She was going to have to fight differently, from now on. Especially when dealing with a woman with three times her strength. Toimu went on to say, "If I was a part of that conversation, and I had just heard what you said about it, I wouldn't turn to your husband and ask him the same damn question, unless I was trying to stir shit. If you answered that you have what you want and need, and your husband has you, and you two are one, then asking him the same question would indicate that I am expecting a possibly different answer, and I want the answer out loud. That's some bitchassness."

"T'Pring is a Vulcan of logic. Such things do not occur to her. She was merely interested in the answer." Vulrak defended.

Toimu said, "She seems interested in Spock. And what's wrong with Spock? I doubt his smarts more and more with each sad story. What the hell kind of answer is that, that he gave? Did it not occur to him that his answer should have been along the same lines as Yo's? Is that his logic speaking too, V?"

"I believe so. I am sure that Sir Spock would not wish to anger Lady Uhura on today, of all days." Vulrak said.

"Vulrak." Nyota said.

Now, Toimu tilted his head and asked, "Why, what's today?"

Nyota quickly answered, "You don't want to know and Vulrak did not mean to mention it."

Toimu shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, hell, it's mentioned now. What is today?" He stared at Nyota, then looked at Vulrak. Nyota looked at Vulrak and nodded her head once.

To this, Vulrak answered, "The Lady Uhura has been cleared by the doctor to resume sexual intercourse."

Toimu covered his face with both hands and yelled, "Aww hell!"

Nyota now shrugged her shoulders and said, "I tried to tell you that you did not want to know."

Toimu glared at Vulrak and said, "You are a cold piece of work, Vulrak. You are a trip character. Why would you even bring that up in front of me? I don't want to have nothing to do with any thoughts about my sister like that."

"It was not my intention..." Vulrak started.

"Shut up, man. You are on shit list for the last time. Me and you are done. I always let you off the hook, then you jab me with some other junk. Yo, you ought to prohibit him from talking when you're here."

Vulrak pointed out, "I was silent when we first began these visits, and you wholeheartedly insisted upon my speaking. You suggested that the Lady Uhura order me to speak when she is here."

"I renege!" Toimu snapped. This made Vulrak laugh. Nyota smiled at him. Vulrak had a rich, hearty laugh, that almost sounded fake, and that she would have insisted was fake if it were not completely out of his character to pretend to laugh. Toimu now said, "Seriously, Yo... I would not worry about it. I mean, if you were married to somebody like me, you might have a worry, because T'Pring is sexy as hell. But, I don't think that Spock is looking at her like that. I look at my nephew and every time still have trouble believing that Spock really did help create him, because he looks like he would never be interested in any vagina, ever. Then Vulrak makes his little comments... yuck! At any rate, Yo, do you really think that Spock could be interested in that woman?"

"I think that he is interested in her. I don't think that he would cheat on me, that just goes against his code of ethics, but Toimu, she is beautiful, she is brilliant, and she is logical – far more logical than I can be. And Spock is more attracted to logic than he is anything else. I still wonder how the hell he ended up with me, and decide that if Vulcan had not been destroyed, that we'd be over by now." She glanced at Vulrak, ashamed of herself for making that confession in front of him. He tilted his head slightly, then looked at Toimu.

Toimu scolded, "I have never heard you talk like this, Nyota. And I don't like it. I tell you what. If Spock is the man or Vulcan or whatever he likes to be called that I think that he is, he gave up on his obsession with logic the moment he got a taste of you. Eu! Bad wording. That's besides the point, though. The point is, no man is about to adopt a demonic demon child Vulcan, no offense to the child, because of his wife, much less would a supposedly logical Vulcan do such a thing, unless he is whipped beyond repair. My theory is that Spock is whipped beyond repair. So don't worry about him coming to his senses and getting himself something better. He is wrapped up in whatever it is that you have. I say give it to him, and watch what happens. You won't have another worry."

"I can't believe that I am listening to this advice." Nyota said.

Vulrak said, "I am inclined to agree with Mr. Toimu. I believe that Sir Spock has no desire for anyone but you and that his desire is strong enough that if he does have a portion of interest for anyone else, intimacy with you will eradicate that interest, promptly."

Toimu nodded and pointed at Vulrak, "See, V said just what I said, but in smart talk. You are allowed to talk again, V."

Vulrak smiled and said, "Why thank you, Mr. Toimu."

"This is my favorite Vulcan. He uses sarcasm and everything." Toimu said. Vulrak enjoyed Toimu's company. Vulrak knew that he would like Toimu from the moment he first met him, and had not been proven wrong to himself yet. Toimu, for all of his off colored comments and language was one if the most intelligent humanoid beings that Vulrak was familiar with, and from discreetly probing the young man's mind, Vulrak had discovered that Toimu not only was smarter than he appeared to be, but smarter than he even gave himself credit for.

When Nyota and Vulrak returned to the mansion, Sytar was seated with Ambassador Spock. She immediately gathered Sytar from Ambassador Spock. He slightly smiled at her and accompanied her to the nursery. They had developed this little ritual. She would cover herself as she fed the baby when she came home from her visits with Toimu, then Ambassador would burp him and change his diaper. They had to go through the bedroom to get to the nursery, but they never lingered in the bedroom, because of the situation with Styik a couple of weeks back.

She and Ambassador Spock entered the room and he instantly surveyed the room and said, "I believe that our plans for this evening may have changed." She looked around at the room and noticed that there were candles everywhere and different bouquets of flowers. "The atmosphere appears to be one of romance, if I am correct." She nodded her head at his assessment. "I will go. Next week, perhaps, we will have our time together." She nodded her head and Ambassador Spock left. Nyota fed Sytar, then took him to the baby changing station set up in the nursery adjoining the bedroom. Once all clean and fed, Sytar did not seem sleepy, but energetic and playful. She picked him up, glad at how much he had grown in the past few weeks, and began to sing to him.

Her singing always made the baby smile. He was a happy baby, and she was grateful for it, knowing that one day he may be as even and apathetic as Spock had been when she met him. Ambassador Spock had told her that Amanda had described him as a happy baby, too. By the time that Nyota met Spock, happy was the least likely word that she would have used to describe him.

She thought about that day. She had walked into her first class of the morning, highly excited that she was finally going to have an actual teaching of the complexities of the Vulcan language by a Vulcan native! Formally, she had taught herself what she could of the language, and had areas which needed strong work. This course would help her to perfect the language and pronounce the sounds that she had been struggling with, and the fact that the instructor was actually Vulcan made it so much more enjoyable, as many of her xenolinguists instructors were not natives of the planet of the language she was learning, and she found it necessary to seek out actual natives and befriend them so that she could get extra insight on the language. Most were flattered that she wanted to take the extra time to perfect the language and not just learn it in the way that it would be acceptable for the duty of a ship and for the Federation itself. No, she wanted her skills perfect.

After she set up her desk, the silent Vulcan seated at the desk in the front of the room, just across from the desk she had chosen to set herself up in remained quietly reading his PADD. She realized that since class had not started, that he may be preparing, but then decided that as a Vulcan, he probably already had the entire lesson plan, not just for the day, but for the rest of the semester not only prepared, but also memorized. So, she ventured to his desk and introduced herself. She did not reach out her hand for him to shake, but instead held both of her hands behind her back and stood an adequate distance away from him that she did not invade his personal space. "Excuse me, Professor, if I may have a word with you briefly before the start of class?" She started.

Spock placed his PADD on the desk and folded his hands over each other. He gave her his attention without reacting in the least bit to her presence. She continued to say, "I would just like to let you know that I am excited about learning your native tongue and I will do whatever it takes to perfect my skills. I have taught myself the language in a rough form, but I definitely need this class and your tutelage to master the language."

He said, in the most even tone that she had ever heard from anyone, "Cadet Uhura, I am certain that with your background of the past year in this learning institution that you will exceed in this class, as much as a human possibly can. I must attempt to redirect your excitement, however, as excitement is illogical and counterproductive. I will ask you not to allow your emotions to get in the way of your progress in this class. Vulcan is not an emotional language, and human emotions often taint the statement being attempted."

She nodded, trying to calm herself of the fact that he was already familiar with her name and performance. She evenly answered, "I have read this and when I taught myself, I have attempted to suppress the inflections in my natural tone to speak the language to the best of my abilities," She said it in Vulcan.

Spock lifted an eyebrow. Other than that, his face had not changed, at all. He responded to her, in Vulcan,"Although you have taught yourself quite well, you still have much to learn, indeed. If there is nothing else for you to speak with me about this morning, you may resume your seat until the start of class."

She nodded her head and headed for her seat, then turned around and asked, "Is there a name that your students should call you by? I know that you most likely have a name which we can not pronounce, and I am sure that I can learn to eventually, but in the meantime..."

He cut off her statement with the introduction, "I am Spock." She smiled at him and bowed slightly, "Good morning, Professor Spock." He simply looked at her, and bowed slightly, himself, completely devoid of any emotion or reaction.

She never would have guessed on that day that seven years later they would be where they are now. She turned to see him enter the bedroom with T'Pring behind him. T'Pring offered, "I will maintain the baby for you in the secondary nursery, if you wish, My Lady." Nyota frowned as she handed Sytar over to her and the Vulcan woman left the room, carrying the child. No sooner than T'Pring was out of the room had Spock grabbed Nyota and pulled her to himself, hungrily kissing her mouth.

Nyota spoke breathily in between shifts of their faces during the kiss. "This morning, Vulrak took me to the doctor and he cleared me for sex." She was frustrated with him, but she still wanted him.

Spock answered, just as breathily, while nibbling on her bottom lip, "Of course you know that I have known the date that you would be ready since the day that you went into labor." He paused the kiss to say, "I realized that you had things scheduled today. For instance, the doctor's appointment, and your weekly meeting with your mother and your brother. However, I have freed my evening schedule specifically for you. Do not worry about Sytar with T'Pring. I assure you that he is completely safe. Styik is helping to keep watch over him."

Since he gave her a moment to catch her breath, she asked, curiously, "When we first met, in your Beginner's Vulcan course, seven years ago, did you even foresee a possibility of us being here like this, today?"

He pressed his forehead to hers and confessed, "It was not yet an option, therefore, I did not consider the possibility." He kissed her again, though not as long and added, "Today, I can not consider the possibility of having lived any other way, with anyone else." Nyota smiled at him and Spock held both of her hands in his, "You have no reason to be jealous."

"But, if you had to choose, you would choose a logical mate over me..." She said.

Spock retorted, "That is not what I said, or meant. I could never choose anyone instead of you. It was a hypothetical question and my response was not related to my current situation with you at all. I do not have to choose, the question was based on the premise that I did, in that event, I would choose a logical mate, because you would not be an option, as you are both passionate and logical, you would not qualify for the hypothetical scenario." Nyota pressed her lips together. Always so literal and technical and logical and...

He kissed her again and she shivered in his arms. She loved these confessions. Spock did not break the kiss as he guided her to their bed. She laid down gently and he climbed on top of her, reaching for her robes, but not too eagerly. She could tell that he was eager, but he liked to maintain an air of control over himself, when he could. Spock relieved her of all of the material covering her form and gazed over her as longingly as he had their first time. She knew that her body was different, but he did not seem to care about her new drawbacks. He did not seem to care about the new stretch marks or the fact that she still had a pouch where she had carried their children, their son, Sytar and those before him who did not make it to this side.

He began at her hairline, gracing her with soft, but electric kisses and made his way, leisurely down to the tips of her toes. She belonged to him, she was all his. He would never forget that, never take it for granted (at least not on purpose). He urgently removed his own robes, then slowly climbed on top of her. Spock placed his hand to her temple and she allowed herself to think about all the stresses of her day, and of the past few weeks. She laid out all of her insecurities and doubts before him, and before she knew it, they were gone. He had taken them away. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, hearing his thoughts as she did, " I do not want you to think that way, ever again. There is no one else that I want, Nyota."

Nyota laid next to Spock, to repay him for her boost of fresh reassurance, with a head to toe trail of kisses of her own performing. Spock took a deep breath when she began her journey and laid on his back as she moved to straddle him while she worked. She kept her eyes on his face as she graced him with slow, tongue kisses that he calmly received. His eyes looked off into the distance as he struggled to keep himself collected in the mercilessness of his bodily reactions to the sensations of her barrage of wondrous kisses, her stellar lips on his longing flesh.

One thing that Spock had begun to treasure about being on this planet was a return to a sense of normalcy. With other Vulcans surrounding him, as bothered as he had been by them before he joined Starfleet, he found himself relieved and relaxed about returning to them. No longer did he have to be so careful about his actions and words. He no longer had to explain to a confused human why things that were clearly logical to him were indeed logical. He no longer had to remind his peers that his behavior in situations was stemmed from his Vulcan background and nature.

With the exception of Styik's episode, Spock had been completely free of the burden of other's emotions and free of the struggle of dealing with his own emotions. Now, she was unraveling his reserve.

His breathing had increased in speed and difficulty, an unlikely occurrence to most Vulcans, but an effect that she easily caused in him as her mouth explored his skin. His heartbeat became so rapid that he thought, very briefly, that her actions could be fatal to his health. Her kisses were killing him. When she trailed the kissing down his abdomen, he tightly gripped the covers beneath him, and for the first time in weeks, moaned (but only slightly). Her fingers began to stroke the length of him and he quivered.

When she took him into her mouth, it was over, his reserve was dead. He grabbed her by her hair, firmly, but not forcefully, with one hand, and with the other, he touched the temple of her face. They were watching each other as their minds became one. She passionately sucked on him as hard as she could, causing his ribcage to show as he breathed in deeply, and unintentionally held his breath. The way that he watched her made her want him even more and she teased the tip of him with her tongue, before taking his full length back into her mouth and slurping on it with her tongue moving most vigorously against him. She could feel when he was going to orgasm. He began to remove her, but the firm hold that she applied to him with two of her fingers indicated that she had no intention of moving. Spock surrendered to her wiles and erupted into her mouth with a large exhale. Nyota swallowed all that had been given to her. Then, she slowly sucked on him, in case there was any left lingering. He stroked her face as she did.

She smiled at him and slid up to where she was in his arms. She kissed his ears and his neck. She began to play with him, to earn another erection from him. It never took long at all. She could manage it, nearly instantly. T'Pring needs to go. I do not want her near my children, and I certainly do not want her near you. He heard her think. He stroked her face, lovingly and nodded his head, slowly. It was illogical, but he found it impossible to resist anything that she said to him, at the moment. Nyota lifted her body only enough to slide the new erection inside of her body. Spock let out a whisper of a moan when he entered her hot, wet tightness. He missed her. He missed her so much! He held her firmly against him and thrust upward into her and she threw her head back to enjoy this feeling – the feeling of him inside of her, and the feeling of victory over T'Pring. She quickly pushed that part out of her mind. All that she wanted to think of was Spock, and his... fantastic... thrusts... with each thrust, she found her mind unable to function less. It felt too good. Before she knew it, she was practically yelling in ecstasy.

Vulrak laid in his own bed, listening to Lady Uhura's moaning a couple of doors down the hall. She was indeed a loud woman. To him, it simply accentuated her obvious passion, and Spock's as well, for that matter. A dispassionate being certainly could not bring such passion from even the most passionate of beings. He climbed out of bed and left the mansion. Hearing them made him miss someone, and he now needed to see her.

Vulrak entered a home and the first sight that he saw was her. The dark skin woman's dark eyes brightened when she saw him and she got up from her seat on a pillow on the floor and rushed over to him. She threw her arms around his neck and he kissed her. "I have missed you." She whispered against his lips. The Vulcan woman was one of the darker people of Vulcan, which were sometimes called "sun catchers". They were Vulcans with more melanin in their skin. Tirza, Vulrak's woman had skin comparable to an African, as her skin was even darker than Lady Uhura's. It was like rich, freshly brewed coffee, and her eyes were like black onyx, but crystalline. The first moment Vulrak had ever seen her, he declared her the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and insisted that she would become his.

It had bothered her greatly that someone would pursue her, and he would present logical arguments as to why she should entertain the thought of bonding with him. She told him that she was bonded to another, another sun catcher, who she would be united with, someday. When they day came, Vulrak visited her, implored her not to go through with it. He even claimed that he would fight her mate to the death for her. His declaration made her feel obligated to declare

koon-ut-kal-if-fee, a fight to the death between her bond mate and Vulrak. Vulrak won and became Tirza's mate. Years later, when he was exiled, he asked the High Vulcan Council to spare his wife and son of his fate and to allow them to remain in their home, not having to seek out another planet to try to adapt to. It was granted.

Since then, she had been off planet several times for educational work. She had been off of Vulcan when it was destroyed. However, their teenage son, Sivak, had not been. He was gone. Vulrak gathered Tirza into his arms and carried her into her bedroom. "Vulrak, why are you here? To kiss me? To love me? To have me, then walk away from me yet again?"

"I was sent away, Tirza. I did not want you to be punished for me, nor Sivak." Now, she laid her head on his chest.

"I never allowed him to think ill of you, Vulrak. I told him that his father was not the Vulcan that they made him out to be, that he was strong, and kind and loving. He wanted to know you. He would have made you very proud."

"Tirza, I realize that it is not easy for you to continue to care for me, after our son died on Vulcan and I came to New Vulcan and was separated from you, living in the caves with the V'tosh ka'tur. I should have come back to you, and I should have consoled you, but you seemed to be fine. You seemed to have moved on without me, now... I simply do not know what I should do." Although her face showed no trace of upset at his mention of their relationship in the past few years, he knew that she did not want to hear about it. After all, she already knew what they had been through, and what they had been apart through. He continued with, "But if you will have me, taluhk... I need you tonight."

Her eyes were soft on him and hungry with desire. He loved the look of her when she wanted him. It made everything that they had gone through in their past worth it, just to be able to see her look at him like this again. She reached for the tie which held the elegant garment onto her shoulder and pulled the tie with a quick movement, which caused the entire gown to fall to the floor. Her frame beneath it stood, calm and nude, her skin like oil glazed bronze, glistened slightly with a thin layer of perspiration, both her breasts and hips full, while her small waist and flat stomach remained on display for his yearning eyes. She told him, "Vulrak, you may have me when you wish to, much more when you need me." He pulled her to himself and kissed her eagerly and she reached for his red robes to remove them. As of right now, she could care less that he would be gone tomorrow. They would have each other tonight.

Years had passed, but a Vulcan's memory never fades... he utilized everything that he discovered she loved for the time that they were together. For instance, as illogical as she once thought it was to desire, she loved for him to gently stroke her clitoral region, not to rub it, but to just brush the area with the faintest touch of his fingertips, up and down, and to softly stroke the hair of her vagina. She shuddered each time that he did so and sank her teeth into his shoulder, but not hard enough to break his skin... just hard enough to make him want her even more.

He slid a finger into the folds of her lady flesh and continued to use the other fingers to simply stroke her hairs. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as he played with her, and when he added a second finger inside of her, she sank her fingernails into his shoulders and began to grind against his hand. After a while, she could no longer stand the sensations of his hot fingers inside of her, producing moisture abundantly. She pushed him back and he landed on his back. She climbed on top of him and crawled to where his face was positioned beneath the very spot where his hand had just been.

When Vulrak gripped his large, strong hands unto her buttocks, his full, hungry lips began to lick her and kiss her, more urgently gracing that portion of her than his hand had been. The hand was to tease her into her passionate side. Accomplished. Now, he would do with her as he wished. He wished to pleasure her, to please her, to satisfy her. Tirza began to rock above his mouth, riding his face, eagerly as he made love to her with his tongue. She would come quickly, this act always made her do so. Sex itself took her a while, but this act always served its purpose. Tirza paused her gyrating movements for a time to take Vulrak by the back of his head and press his face closer to her, then she began to rock again, holding his head right where she wanted it.

Vulrak knew that he was smiling as he tasted her, as he licked her. Her possessiveness always made him smile. Usually, she was the typical Vulcan woman, but when he got her into this element, she unwound in such a marvelous way. She allowed her passions to flow forth from her, and he loved being the cause of such a wonderful practice. Tirza's voice began to somewhat sing in a high pitch tone, in a falsetto, even as she embarked upon her first orgasm in years. It came forth from her in majestic bursts of energy and light and all things beautiful flowed through her mind and through her emotions.

Vulrak threw her onto her back now and swiftly entered her, while she was still spasming from the oral dedication. His long, eager manhood dove deeply into the exhilarating tightness of her being. She was so wet and hot that if he were human, the first stroke might have sent him over the edge. But, he was not human, and his sex was a means of escape and liberation. He spent as much time in the process when in the process as possible. Tirza traced her fingers along his pelvic lines, one of her favorite portions of his body were those defined lines of muscle leading to the most significant part of his body, aside from his brain.

He was sculpted so perfectly, and his telepathic connection was so overwhelming, that she did not know how she ever managed not to orgasm every few minutes. She wanted to every few minutes, and her body wanted to, but her Vulcan mind often stood in the way, refusing to release that type of control. Vulrak's mind entered hers and he told her, "To hell with that tonight. Do not hold back. Be free, Tirza. Be free." She moaned loudly and wrapped her legs tightly around his hard body. Her eyes traced the line of dark, fine hair which went from his navel to his member, and she then again focused on the sculpting of his pelvis and the sight of his body, his skin, his muscular definition, the contrast in the colors of their skin binding together, not to mention the feel of his hands on her body, and his mind one with hers made it impossible for her to hold back. She latched on to the back of his neck with both of her hands and screamed as passion exploded from within her, making her wetness flow all over his hardness. She fell back onto the bed with both of her hands above her head.

His hands slid up her smooth arms and their hands connected and their fingers intertwined as he kissed her on the lips and continued to thrust in her heated moisture. He loved her. He loved her more than anything, and he needed her, like this. He needed her, and was not afraid to show her just how much. She spread her legs and stretched them slightly, before hugging him with them again. She almost caught a cramp, and she did not want anything cutting their night short.

Nyota laid her head on Spock's chest, watching the flicker of the lit candles. Her mind was so completely at peace. There was nothing in this world that could bother her at the moment. She shifted her head to look up into Spock's eyes and saw the exact same feeling of complacency reflected from his eyes. She smiled at him, then whispered, "Say error." He stared at her. Why would she tell him to say such a thing? She stopped smiling and said, "Just say it, Spock."

"I do not comprehend this request." He told her.

"Say sensor." She said. Spock now looked completely confused.

He asked, "For what reason in this environment, would I have to say the word error or sensor?" She shivered slightly and he pressed his lips together in amusement, "Do these words provide some type of stimulation for you, Nyota?"

She stroked her hand across the soft hairs of his chest and answered, "No, not the words themselves, but the way that you say them. The way that you pronounce your "o, r" sound. Say sensor, again."

He lifted his eyebrow at her and whispered, "Sensor." And she never knew that the word could be so sexy.

She shivered, sat up, climbed on him, and said, "Okay, I know that I led you into that, but you brought this on yourself." Spock found himself amused at the fact that she was regarding "this", him entering her again, as though it were some type of punishment to him. She slid him into her again, muttering under her breath, "Whispering it. I said say it, and he whispered it, then he used his eyebrow. He knows how sexy that eyebrow is. He wanted me to do this." She began to ride him and he gently rubbed his hands up her back.

He pulled her close and his lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "Fervor." She shuddered with him inside of her, and he smiled slightly at the reaction and the feeling it gave him. She had never heard him say that particular "or" sounding word before, and she loved him for entertaining her turn on, and for using such an accurate word to do so. She sighed and began to ride him more anxiously. She would show him "fervor", alright.

Elsewhere on New Vulcan...

Vulrak laid his head on Tirza's stomach as she sat up in the bed, stroking his hair which was now taken down to fall freely. "I saw you today, with your ward," she told him.

"I know this. I could sense you there. You were at the educational gathering at the Embassy, correct?"

"Correct... your ward... she is very beautiful."

"I believe that she would say the same about you."

"Vulrak, I know that you will not return to me, but I do not wish for you to be with another."

"Tirza, our separation was necessary, for your own good. I made you feel too conflicted with your beliefs in Surak and with your family and peers. It was not a situation in which you should have had to be in. I will tell you that if you are concerned about my loyalty to you, it is a foolish concern. I did not kill for your hand to betray you." He sat up and stared at her face. Blank. Always so blank, but then again, so was his own, usually. They had both been raised that way, he just changed as he got older. "I would share myself in this way with no other."

Tirza seemed to be thinking about something before she opened her mouth and said, "Vulrak, it is becoming quite illogical for us to continue in the way that we have been. New Vulcan does not have the same rules nor the same code of honor as Vulcan did. Keeping your distance from me is not protecting me anymore. It is only logical that you resume your role as my husband, now that you are no longer exiled from me."

"I do not want to resume my role as your husband out of logic. How many times must we go through this, Tirza? Tell me that you love me. Say the words with your own mouth. Tell me that you love me, and I will do it." Tirza stared at him, hr eyes revealed nothing. Her face revealed nothing.

"The destruction of Vulcan and the death of our son has granted you no logic. I will not say such a thing. What would be the purpose? You understand our connection plainly enough from our meld."

"I want to hear you say it." He insisted.

"I will not." She stated, directly.

"I did not presume that you would." He got up and reached for his robes. Tirza got up and left the room to go into her lavatory. After she washed herself up and slid on an evening gown, when she returned into the bedroom, Vulrak was gone. She took a deep breath, lay down in her bed and said to herself, "Losing sleep will not remedy the situation. It is only logical that I go to sleep, for I have a busy day tomorrow." With that, she pushed the sorrow from her mind and went soundly to sleep.

Vulrak entered the mansion with a displeased look on his face. Everyone must have been asleep, as there were no signs of life in the building. He headed for his bedroom, and peeked into the secondary nursery, on the way. T'Pring was seated erect in her chair, awake, while Styik was asleep with his arm draped around the baby Sytar. "T'Pring, I shall relieve you." He said. She stood up, realizing that it was an order, not a suggestion. She bowed slightly and left the room. From the secondary nursery, Vulrak could not hear any sounds that may have been still coming from the bedchamber of Sir Spock and Lady Uhura, and he did not wish to. He promised himself that this would not happen again. He would never ask her to confess her love again. Every time he did so, he left hurt.