Uzh Rok-tor (New Hope)
Spock nodded at everything that Vulrak said, but he seemed to not be paying much attention to him. Vulrak apparently was used to such treatment, Toimu noted to himself as he watched the two Vulcans walking around the apartment complex and speaking about the design of it and the work that had been put into it. Toimu had designed the apartments for Vulrak, and contractors had come out from different places, eager to lend their work and names to further developments on New Vulcan. Toimu stared at Vulrak and Spock as the three of them toured the campus of these particular apartments.
After making all of the rounds, Spock stated, "It would appear that Lt. Uhura was not mistaken in casting her vote for teamwork between the two of you on this project. Your results are beyond satisfactory and this complex should please the V'tosh katur. I shall leave you to the remainder of your business, gentlemen." He walked away, briskly and determinedly, as he always walked. Toimu watched him leave and shook his head. In his opinion, Spock had always been too Vulcan for a half and half, and every time he saw Spock, Spock seemed even more Vulcan than he had before.
Vulrak broke into Toimu's thoughts with, "I am going to have to report back to your sister's office. Do you wish to stop in and speak to her?"
"No, I will see her at the opening of the community." Toimu said.
"Right, then so shall I see you there, Mr. Toimu." Vulrak bowed slightly and walked away as well.
Nyota sighed, for the she didn't know how many(th) time that day. If Spock or Vulrak were around, either of them could just spit an accurate number out at her, but she was working the lines by herself, on today, and surprisingly, there was nothing coming in. Many of the Vulcans that were usually in her office monitoring frequencies and taking incoming transmissions were out and about the city, preparing for yet another intrusion of their planet. Earth was sponsoring a celebration for the opening of the very first V'tosh katur community, and many guests would be present from other planets. It was one thing that Nyota had to look forward to for the day, despite the fact that the Enterprise would not be present, as they were out of the sector on some other mission.
She finally finished her shift as a Vulcan woman arrived to take over her post. Nyota asked dryly, "You mean to tell me that they're making you miss the celebration?" As the woman stared at her, puzzled, but not showing it, Nyota said, "Nevermind. Good day." She walked out of her office and Vulrak stood outside, waiting for her. She smiled at him and said, "I can hardly wait until they open that V'tosh katur bar in New Hope. You are taking me out for a drink on the opening night."
"Tonight is the opening night, My Lady." Vulrak said, then added, "Perhaps Sir Spock should take you for a drink." She threw him a disbelieving look. "I am going to assume from that glare that this is not an option."
"Spock never took me for a drink, and seemed bothered when I went out for them. I have not had a drink in years, because I was on the ship for nearly four years and nursing when I got off, so... tonight, I am going for it. It will take my mind off of a few frustration issues." Vulrak smirked at the comment.
He and Nyota had become close enough for her to share with him certain aspects of her personal life, but certain others, she only brushed past, like her sexual frustrations. Vulrak only knew what she meant by deducing from other things that she had commented on previously, never flat out saying it, but saying enough for an attentive enough person to guess. They walked towards the new community and she shook her head with an amazed smile. "Passionate Vulcans have come a long way in a short period of time. I am willing to bet that they wish they would have begun listening to you years ago."
"Ah, I do not believe that I can rightfully claim credit for this. Sir Spock has been quite instrumental in assisting me in having our desires voiced among the logical governing elders. And Mr. Toimu has been quite helpful in lending his talents to us for structural purposes. It was quite a battle to get the passionate ones away from the caves, however, with the apartments we had built and the areas of interest, such as the bar and the other places we will have for clothing and entertainment, they will peacefully leave the caves to use for meditation and mating purposes, only, as it should be."
The community was built on the farthest area of clear land from the caves, beyond the Embassy, but not exactly separated from the rest of the city. V'tosh katur communities were beginning to be built in various areas of New Vulcan, however, this particular community, New Hope, or Uzh Rok-tor, would be the first established. Uzh Rok-tor was one of the first few accomplishments for the Vulcans of passion since New Vulcan's settlement, four years prior, and they were pleased with this accomplishment, and with Vulrak.
Since Sybok's departure, Vulrak had gained support from the passionate Vulcan population, until becoming the mediator between New Vulcan's passionate and logical. Both sides came to respect him so much that a new position in Vulcan history was established for him: the Vulcan Ambassador to the V'tosh katur. In most eyes, Vulrak filled the position admirably and to the V'tosh katur in particular, he brought new hope to their people and to the planet, itself, hence the reason for the name of their recently built community.
In addition to his ambassadorship, Vulrak also retained his position as the commander of the High Vulcan Guard and as Nyota's personal guard. He also took up the hobby of teaching Styik hand to hand combat and controlled mental attacks. Spock did not wish for this to occur, but decided that Vulrak was more equipped than himself to train Styik in this manner, and found it logical to allow him to do so. Nyota valued his devotion and dedication, not only to her safety, but to the entire family, especially her children, and Vulrak considered Nyota a friend, above all else, even above being his ward.
"There is a place that you must visit with me." Vulrak said and pressed a hand to Nyota's back to urge her forward towards the community.
"But, nothing is open yet." She reminded him.
He was silent for a moment, then responded, "She is there, and she will open up for us." Nyota turned her head slightly to give him a distrusting look, but kept going forward.
When they arrived at an exotically designed hut made of red clay and beautifully sculpted into with erotic Vulcan poetry, she started, "What is this place?"
"It is a place that a friend of mine is opening." He answered.
A Vulcan with long, straight, brilliant red hair and light brown eyes opened the door and held out her hand to the inside of the place, "Welcome, Lady Uhura, to my humble shop."
Nyota glanced around the place and gathered from all of the items available and the alluring shades of red decor, "This is a sex shop!" She whispered the words and covered her mouth with her hands. She had never been inside of such a place, not even on Earth, where one might expect to run into one, at some point or another, if in a somewhat dodgy area, but here, on New Vulcan? She guessed that it did make sense for a sect of Vulcans dedicated to passion, but it still seemed shocking.
The woman corrected, "This is an erotic center. What do you seek?"
Nyota glared at Vulrak as she said, "I seek nothing!"
Vulrak said to the woman, "She is married to a Vulcan of logic who has been treated for illogical behavior. It has affected his..."
"Ah, libido." The woman finished the statement. Nyota's eyes cut through Vulrak and he waved a hand at her, to try to tell her to relax. The woman informed her, "I am like a doctor in here. I adhere to confidentiality. There is not one who has walked away from my center dissatisfied, nor one who has returned that way. I have just the thing for you, My Lady. I call it "the Wedding Gift".
She walked towards the back of her shop, and a curious, but still highly angry Nyota followed her through red beaded curtains to what looked like a perfumery. The woman reached for a tiny bottle and said, "Ah, the Wedding Gift! It will help your Sir, I assure you. I am well equipped in the area of science, but I chose to put my knowledge to a more artistic use than some other Vulcans, and therefore, I have been labeled without logic. Is it logical for a man not to wish to ravish a woman as beautiful as you? No, it is not, My Lady. The Wedding Gift will make you irresistible to any Vulcan man. I use secret ingredients in all of my product, but this one is most sacred. This one, you shall never, ever wear when in the company of ANY Vulcan male other than the one to whom you belong, because its affects have been known to get other Vulcan men killed, when in the presence of a woman wearing it." Nyota felt startled at the thought, although being around Vulcans for nearly a year had caused her not to react as another human might to being startled.
"That sounds dangerous." Nyota said studying the tiny red bottle. It was an attractive bottle, shaped like a small genie lamp, with a pewter woman on the outside of it, with her head back and her leg lifted gracefully, as though dancing.
"Only if you do not follow directions, My Lady." The woman responded. "Now, this oil, you will take only dabs on your fingertip and place it behind ears, perhaps a little on neck, and maybe wrists, or so, but not more than seven dabs. You decide where. More than seven dabs has been known to get Vulcan women savagely ravished, some like that, so if you prefer, but it is only ethical that I warn you of potential dangers."
Nyota shook her head, "I can not believe that a little oil would set Spock off."
The woman thought for a moment, then said, "Actually, My Lady, perhaps more oil for Sir Spock. Oil does not work on human males, they can not smell active ingredient, and he is half human, of course,"
"He has a Vulcan sense of smell." Vulrak informed her.
She seemed delighted as she lifted both hands before herself and announced, "Ah, well then, original rules apply."
Nyota sighed and looked at Vulrak. "I am going to kill you for this."
"Watch what you say, My Lady. Such threats are illegal on New Vulcan. The threat to take away life is as serious as taking away life, here." Vulrak reminded her with a smile.
Nyota glared at him again, then muttered to the woman, "I will try it."
"What is your husband's favorite color on you?" The woman asked.
"Spock does not talk about such things." Nyota quickly answered. Spock would not like for her to ever tell such personal information, such as he has a favorite anything.
"No, I would not think that he would, but surely he has given you a silent hint." The woman insisted. Nyota thought for a while and remembered that Spock always kissed the back of her neck and stroked her arms when she wore green. The woman selected a shimmering emerald green chemise for Nyota and said, "You will not worry about such a problem with your husband ever again." Nyota took the bag that the woman handed her and stuffed it into the bag she wore on her shoulder. The woman said, "Vulrak, I expect to see you tonight at the bonfire."
"I shall be present." He said and he and Nyota walked out.
Nyota looked at him and said, "If I did not hope that this works so much, I might punch you. I am curious, though." She laughed, then said, "I can not believe that you just took me into a sex shop... or an erotic center. Spock would be brought out of his monotony if he only knew that I let you walk me in there."
Vulrak tilted his head in thought of the scenario. He corrected, "He may become prone to violence, therefore, I must insist that you keep that detail between us."
Nyota teased, "If the Wedding Gift works, it's a deal. If it doesn't, you will be not only the youngest Vulcan ambassador ever, but the one to serve the shortest term."
He smiled at her threat and said, "You simply have no concern for New Vulcan laws, do you?"
The opening ceremony was quite brief. The passionate Vulcans were far more concerned about having their community within their reach than having a ceremony, and after Vulrak and a few others spoke, and declared New Hope open, they rushed into the community to begin to explore it.
Styik grabbed Nyota's hand and said, "I was informed that there is a place where you can obtain toys for Sytar." She held Sytar on her right arm and followed Styik with her left hand in his hand.
Spock noticed them moving toward the community and broke through the crowd to reach them. He stated plainly, "This event is particularly suited for the V'tosh katur."
Nyota nodded and said, "I know. We won't be long. Styik wants to get some toys for his brother."
"I shall accompany you, as it is Vulrak has been relieved of duty for the night." Spock volunteered.
Styik glanced at him and said, "Uncle Toimu was going to come with us, but he became preoccupied by a woman."
"Your uncle Toimu can easily become preoccupied by women." Nyota commented, turning to see Toimu and Vulrak speaking with the red haired Vulcan woman from earlier. Nyota nodded politely to her and smiled. The woman returned the gesture, then turned her focus back to the men keeping her company.
Spock lifted an eyebrow and asked, "Do you know that woman, Nyota?"
Nyota shook her head and said, "I've met her once, earlier, when Vulrak was giving me the pre-opening tour." It was true. She told herself. Completely true. Now, no more questions about her, Spock. Spock did not respond. She asked him, "Why?"
"I was curious, because to keep company with her would not be honorable of you." He said.
She tilted her head, "Why not?" She wondered.
Styik answered plainly, "She is recognized as a harlot." Nyota squeezed his hand, harshly and he said, "The word is not inappropriate."
"It is an inappropriate thing to say." She informed him.
"If it were not true, Uncle Toimu would not still be talking to her." Styik stated, and Nyota did not reply, as she knew that Toimu did have a record for finding and trailing the most promiscuous woman in any gathering, and quite a record of success with them, and she had once overheard him tell Vulrak that his favorite thing about Vulcan women was "the fact that they could not carry any STD's, not even the few incurable ones". It had caused Vulrak to laugh, but she did not find it funny at all, and told him so as she intruded upon the conversation. Sometimes, she forgot that Toimu was only three years younger than herself and still considered him her "little" brother.
Styik pointed and said, "There it is. The first Vulcan toy store. New Hope is making Vulcan history. Let me have him, Mother." He said, reaching for Sytar. Sytar excitedly reached for his brother, too and Styik carried the baby into the store. Nyota took Spock's hand and they followed Styik into the place. It only just occurred to Nyota that not only did Sytar not have any toys, but Styik had never been given any toys, not by she and Spock, at least, and neither boy had been taken into a building specifically for toys, since being with them. Then, it occurred to her as she looked around that this toy store was not like any toy store that she could remember from her childhood. These toys were far more sophisticated than what she would have been interested in playing with at Styik's age, and she was slightly embarrassed that they looked too sophisticated for her, now.
Styik stopped at something, studying it and Sytar seemed excited about it. Spock asked, "Do you not think that is a bit advanced for your brother?"
"Not if I play with him." Styik answered about the item. He looked at Spock and Spock nodded once and collected the item for them. Nyota allowed Spock both arms and looked around for a cart. Spock nodded his head towards a row of carts, just as she did, and she smiled as she headed to grab one, realizing that she and Spock were in tune to each other.
When she rolled the cart over and he placed the toy into the cart, she asked, "So what is this toy?"
"It is a Vulcan sensory honing game. If humans could have equivalents to Vulcan culture, it would be like a human child's critical thinking game, however, it involves mostly telepathy." Spock explained. She nodded. She understood, about as far as she could.
Then she heard Styik say, "Well, that is not interesting, at all. It's just a robot. I could build you a better one than that one." She laughed, lightly. She loved when Styik responded out loud to something that Sytar was telling him. Styik faced Spock and said, "Father, do you believe that you could commit to helping me to build Sytar a robot?" Spock nodded once. Styik looked at the baby and said, "There, are you happy? Now, it won't be the cataclysmic disaster you just showed me. Where did you pick up that image, anyway, one of Uncle Toimu's terrible movies?"
"Styik, perhaps you should speak silently with your brother." Spock suggested.
Styik did not look at Spock as he said, "I am indulging Mother."
Spock now looked at Nyota and she suggested, "Styik, I think that it embarrasses your father to have you talking to the baby."
"I am not embarrassed. That is an emotion that I am currently above." Spock informed her.
"Like most of the other emotions." Styik commented, under his breath.
Nyota could not hear what he said, only that he had mumbled, but Spock heard him, perfectly and said, "I suggest that you recall who is the parent and the child in our arrangement, Styik."
Now, Styik looked at him and Sytar began to whimper. Styik rubbed the back of the baby's head and said, "Sorry, sorry." He turned and said, "How about something to help him with his speech development?" Styik asked, now looking at Nyota.
She responded, "Whatever the two of you decide on." She saw little reactions from Styik which indicated that he was now mentally communicating with the baby. She sighed, she had been indulged by their interaction.
Spock glanced at her, "Are you tired?"
"Yes, I am tired." She said. Spock lifted an eyebrow at the way she made the statement. There was something within it that he knew was unsaid, but unfortunately, he was not particularly good at ever detecting exactly what it was that he missed when she did this. He reached for her hand and evaluated her feelings. He believed this to be disappointment, but it had been a while since he had picked it up from her, so he could not fully recall if that was the appropriate term for this unsettling sensation. She gently retrieved her hand and said, "Push the cart." She walked ahead to catch up with the boys and collected Sytar from Styik. Styik reached for the hand opposite of the arm she held the baby on. At this point, Spock realized that his family was bonding, without him, and he told himself that it was confirmed, that emotion had been disappointment, and he had been the cause.
Spock became confused, as he did not know what he had done to disappoint his wife, and he certainly did not like the thought of them sharing a bond with him on the outside, although he could simply enter in through Nyota's mind with no effort at all from where he was... there was something about the fact that they did not really seem to want him there that... hurt him. He realized that for the first time in months, his feelings had become hurt.
Spock replayed the event for Ambassador Spock as Nyota went into the lavatory to clean herself up for the bonfire, which would be the last grand celebration of the V'tosh katur in the caves lands. Ambassador Spock worked diligently on tending to the Vulcan fetuses in their tiny dishes as he was one of the scientists involved in the cloning experiments. The process apparently could take some time before they had cloned babies big enough to be considered babies. Right now, they were what one might call test tube babies. Spock and Ambassador Spock worked around each other in a similar manner as Spock and Nyota, knowing each other's next move, and assisting each other with it. After Spock finished speaking, Ambassador Spock said, "You used to be quite passionate about her, perhaps she misses this."
"Being passionate clouds my judgment beyond the levels which I can properly control myself. I have been quite logical in dealing with her and with our children."
"And yet, they all seem to be withdrawing from you." The older Spock pointed out.
"They are illogical beings." Spock defended himself.
Now, Ambassador Spock genuinely asked, "If this is your evaluation of them, why do you wish for them to include you in their dealings?"
Spock replied, without even considering his answer, "Because they are my family. Nyota is my wife, Styik and Sytar are my children..."
Ambassador Spock empathized with Spock. At times, he himself could not believe that Spock could handle having the family which he had, but he knew that Spock loved them and that he would do whatever he could to please them. He advised his younger, "Spock, there is nothing illogical about showing your family that you love them. Dare I even say there is nothing illogical about showing them that you are passionate about them, especially considering your past efforts with them. For them to make the transition from how you treated them prior to your treatment, to how you respond to them now may have been more difficult than their emotions are able to handle, particularly, Miss Uhura." Ambassador Spock shook his head, slightly, then added, "She is quite passionate about you, Spock. You would be wise to do whatever is within your power to keep her that way." Spock tilted his head, but did not respond.
Nyota arose from the bathtub and dried herself off, thinking back to a time when Spock used to collect her from the tub and tend to her, to a time when they used to shower together, help each other wash one another's backs and to dress each other, just to do it. She stared at the little bottle for several moments. She could skip the bonfire. In all seriousness, going with Vulrak would be unfair to him, because he would be more focused on trying to make certain that no harm comes to her than on enjoying his last wild party in the caves. Going with Spock would be pointless, because he would not wish to be there and make it known by his words and actions. Going with Toimu would be frustrating, because he would probably be up some V'tosh katur woman's tail... she decided that she would most likely decline.
Since there was nothing else that she had planned, and she knew that the boys would be trying out there new toys for hours, she stared at the bottle, debating on whether or not it was safe or fair to use the Wedding Gift. If she used it, she could ensure that Spock would provide pleasure for her with magnificent passion. The downside to the idea was the fact that she could not wrap her mind around the thought that Spock may perceive her actions as denying his right to choose to be passionate with her. Perhaps he would realize that this was not just him wanting her, that something else was afoot. She could not keep secrets from him, he would realize what she had done, and he could possibly feel betrayed, if he even knew what feeling betrayed was.
She wrestled with her choice. Wasn't this little bottle of Vulcan love potion # 9 just like giving someone some type of date rape drug, or something? She had once read that there was a time in Earth's history where humans would slip something illegal into someone else's drink or food, in order to have their way with them. The thought sickened her. It was so cruel and deceptive, and she wondered how someone could even want to be with someone who did not really want them. She became embarrassed and disappointed in herself for having ever accepted the Wedding Gift. She sighed and placed the bottle amongst her perfumes. She did not know what the best way would be to dispose of it, so she simply decided to leave it there.
She did try on her lingerie, however and marveled at how wonderfully the shimmer of it made her skin seem to glow. As she was admiring her reflection, Spock entered the room and froze at the sight of her. She glanced at him, but quickly went to grab her bathrobe, as she for whatever reason had began to feel awkward. She credited to the fact that moments before, she had been considering forcing him to want to have sex with her, with some type of hormone controlling agent. Spock caught her wrist and did not allow her to put on the bathrobe. She stared at him for a moment, then he asked, "Is this garment new?" She nodded. He asked, "When were you able to obtain such an article of clothing?"
"I got it earlier, from Vulrak's friend, with the red hair." She answered honestly, hoping that he would not search her or pick up any trace of the fact that she got something else from the woman, because he would ask about it.
"If I am correct, this is one of those articles of clothing which was created for the sole purpose of enticing one's lover."
Now, she felt her stomach fluttering. It was the way that Spock was looking at her. She answered in a sensual tone, "Yes, Spock." He lifted his eyebrow and she asked, "Is it serving its purpose?" He responded by kissing her. Her knees buckled and she dropped the bathrobe and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Spock kept her lips prisoner to his own as he pushed her gently towards the bed. She thought for a moment, "This is not real. I am dreaming."
Spock laid her down and said, "No, you are not. This is real." She placed her hands on his chest to keep him from kissing her again and said, "Wait, do you smell anything?" he lifted his eyebrow, confused by the question. At any given point in time, he smelled something as his sense of smell was keen enough to pick up most of his surroundings.
He asked, "Is there something specific that you believe I should smell?"
"I may have gotten something on my hands..." She said, staring at her hands. "Wait, I am going to wash them and then we will see if you'll still feel enticed."
She got up, but he caught her hand and pulled her back down, "Please, Nyota..." He began to kiss her again, and as he did, he touched her temples. She cooed into his mouth. This was such bliss. She had been longing for this. Spock and she had kissed since he came back, and even had sex, once, and it had seemed to her then, that he was doing it simply to go through the motions of doing it for her. He seemed so detached. He had transferred emotions into her, but it was not the same as before. It seemed forced, like he was making himself connect with her, so unlike this.
Now, he wanted her. He needed her to see that he wanted her. He needed her to still want him, after his coldness to her. She squeezed him tightly and showed him her day from earlier, the place that Vulrak had taken her and the item the woman had given her, and how she decided against using it. Spock disconnected himself from her and stopped kissing her. He stared at her and asked, "Where is it?" She stood up and walked over to the dresser, where she kept her perfumes. She brought the bottle back to him and handed it to him. He studied for a moment, then asked, "Would it please you to use this?" he was still studying the bottle when he asked it.
"From how she described it, Spock. It would not please you to use it. It seems like it would be like a drug." Nyota said.
"Yet, I would be conscious of myself and of my feelings." He stated. She studied him, now. He seemed to actually be considering this. Spock looked at her and said, "If I choose for you to use it, it can not be considered deception, nor can it be considered any violation upon me."
He tried to hand the bottle to her, but she shook her head and said, "You put it on me. Your favorite places." He lifted his eyebrow at her and opened the bottle. "Just little dabs, not more than seven of them, if you can find seven places on me that you like." She joked.
Spock tilted the bottle against his finger and touched the tip of Nyota's chin. She smiled, slightly, with a confused look. That was not a place that she was generally used to anyone claiming as their favorite, but when she thought about it. she realized that Spock often kissed her chin when they made love. Then, he placed a dab of oil on each of her shoulders, which she knew that he loved, as he sometimes stared at them when she had them bare and often sucked on them, for no reason at all, other than, seemingly that they were exposed. She enjoyed this, it gave her a chance to reflect on things that he admired about her body without her having really noticed that he admired them. Spock lowered the top of her chemise a bit, to reveal her chest and he placed a bit of the oil over her bite mark from him. She smiled and he stared into her eyes, feeling himself become completely aware of his intensely growing desire for his wife.
He slid her legs open and applied the oil to the insides of both of her thighs. She shuddered when he touched her there. It was a bit close to her moisture and she had the urge to take his hand and just shove it in between her legs. Then, before she could even think again, Spock flipped her legs up, over her shoulders and he applied the last dab of oil onto her buttocks. She giggled and said, "I never knew that you liked that place." He closed the bottle and placed it on the nightstand. She sat up and asked, "How much do you like these places?"
Spock's voice was low and throaty, and he seemed unable to breath properly as he confessed, "They are merely my favorite of many. I do not believe that there is a place on you that I do not enjoy." His lips crashed against hers with a possessive kiss. He added, "I would have chosen your lips first, but I was unsure of whether I should apply the substance to your mouth." He trailed kisses all over her face, something that in the entire nearly five years of being together, he had never done.
He began to kiss down her face and rubbed his nose against her chin as he rubbed his hardness against her body, through the thin silky fabric she wore. Nyota moaned and he ripped his robes from himself. He felt hot, too hot for a description. She touched his skin and made an "oooh" sound in response to his temperature. The sound seemed to illicit a loss of control for him. Spock threw one of Nyota's legs nearly over her shoulder and pushed himself into her, quite forcefully. She yelped, startled and it startled him too and caused him to pause but, she ordered, "Keep going!" And her words prompted him to begin thrusting intensely.
Spock moaned in her ear and said, "Tell me that you need me." She lifted an eyebrow of her own, highly confused, and in her confusion, hesitated for a bit too long, which cause him to urge, "Tell me."
He looked her in the eye as he thrust and she said, "I need you." He quivered as the words left her mouth. Spock felt that his inhibitions were all dead.
Whatever the woman put in that oil caused him to say something that he never would have said to Nyota, ever, not even in a meld, not even after years of marriage. "I need you," He said and buried his face in her neck as he kept pushing inside of her. She began to moan, loudly, probably louder than she ever had in her life. She sank her fingernails into Spock's back and he groaned in pleasure at this. "I belong to you." He said.
She did not know if he was saying this to tell her, or what he wanted to hear her say next, but to avoid being snapped at again, she said, "I belong to you." He shuddered and pulled her lower leg tightly around him and he pushed the lifted leg even closer towards her shoulder, until it touched the bed. She felt thankful for all of her years of dance, because if she was not so flexible... uh! The thrusting became too much for her to continue the thought. She dropped her arms and Spock said, urgently, "No!" Her eyes became wide and she placed her arms back around him. He lowered himself unto her and kissed her ears as he thrust. "Hold me. Do not let me go, Nyota."
Suddenly, she found herself worried about him. These were things which she had only dreamed of hearing come forth from his lips, in his sexy and enchanting voice, but now that she was hearing them, she worried that perhaps the little love potion was too much for him. "Spock?"
"No, no... do not worry." He said, bringing his hands to her temples. He was unsure if he should show her how he felt at the time, but with her worrying distracting him from pleasing her, he decided that perhaps he needed to. When Spock's feelings flooded Nyota's body, she screamed. She literally screamed in shock, in wonder, in pleasure, in fright, she did not know what to feel, but it all felt good, so good... too good. She began to orgasm, and it seemed like she was doing it over and over, as far as her brain and body could comprehend, and they seemed to flow into each other, and it almost seemed like assault. She took a deep breath, shuddering, then began screaming again, as another one hit her. The next thing Spock knew, she was unconscious.
He stared at her, still thrusting, but he knew that she could no longer feel him, not even subconsciously. She was completely out. He searched for her, in the meld, not being able to stop himself from thrusting inside of her... he knew that the logical thing was to stop, but he found himself telling himself to stop, but continuing to thrust, despite that fact. He took a deep breath and tried to center himself. It did not work. He kept thrusting. He began to lightly slap her face, "Nyota. Nyota, wake up."
He stopped himself from thrusting and pulled himself out of her. He found himself restless, moving about, quite uncontrollably, trying to fight the urge to reenter her in her condition and start on her again. He was so... aroused and excited. Perhaps seven dabs was still too much? He touched her temples again, to try to reach her and wake her, but it was not working. He knew that she was in no danger, well, not from her fainting. He worried about himself around her in that color, with that oil...
He looked down at his throbbing green tinted erection. It was incredibly painful and practically jumping about with the urgency to be one with her again. He touched it and winced. It was incredibly sensitive, even to his own touch, then... a thought ran through his head. No. He could not, he would not. He placed his hands on his sides, next to him on the bed and clenched the covers. He looked at Nyota again and saw the glistening of her skin with delicious looking beads of sweat. His anatomy was yearning for her, but he knew that this would not be deemed as proper, for him to continue after she had fallen unconscious.
Spock shut his eyes and reached for himself. He decided that perhaps this might work. It seemed to work for human males, considering the statistics of those who would admit to behave in this way when other means of gratification were unavailable. Spock groaned, a bit. He thought of Nyota's hands on him. She had touched him this way before. He moaned, slightly, and thought of the sensation of her delicate fingers, tracing his area, gently, teasingly. He began to stroke harder and harder, just thinking of her. He was worried about actually looking at her, for he feared that he might enter her again, if he did. He continued on in this way until he heard her voice say, "Oh. My. God." He opened his eyes and found her staring at him, wide eyed.
He ignored her reaction to catching him in the compromising activity and reached for her. He placed her on her hands and knees and slid himself back into her wetness. She laughed to herself at the disbelief of what she had awaken to seeing, with her own eyes, until the thrusting took her mind away again. Spock watched as her soft buttocks slapped against his body and trembled beautifully, with each thrust. He let out a satisfied sigh, although he was not satiated just yet. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "I was thinking of you, just then, when I was alone. I thought of how your hands feel on me. I thought about your touch." She whimpered and he said, "I wanted you." He bit the tip of her ear, then flickered his tongue across her earlobe and said, "I want you."
He began to kiss her shoulders and she repeated, "I want you. I have been wanting you." She moaned as his thrusts became more powerful.
Nyota reached over her head and grabbed Spock's ears, to which he moaned and wrapped both of his arms around her belly as he slowed his pace. Before too long, she felt herself having another orgasm, then she felt him releasing as well, but not inside of her, as he usually did, but against the skin of her backside. He stared down at it and said, "Fascinating," breathlessly. She kept his ears in her hands and turned slightly to study his face. He confessed, "I have been curious to see how this looks, my seed pouring onto your skin. The contrast in color is rather beautiful, and the indication of such an act, a non permanent territorial marking is pleasing, as well."
They slid down to the bed and laid in each other's arms as she said, "You poured your seed onto me before." Naturally, he remembered the accident. It happened the first time that they melded, but he informed her, "At that time, I was so displeased with myself for the accidental loss of control that I did not have to courage to admire the scenery." He stroked his hand across her face, "I still prefer to pour my seed inside of you, however, this way was quite pleasing, as well."
She snuggled closer to him and said, "I should probably have wiped myself off. this is kinda nasty."
"Nyota, if you could pour yourself over me in the same way, I would be in no rush to cleanse myself of you." He whispered it into her ear.
She shuddered and asked, "Has the oil not worn off? You are talking dirty, Mr. Spock."
"I do not believe that it has fully worn off, although I must admit that it has subsided. Thank you for introducing me to it."
"So you liked losing control that way?" She asked, curiously.
He thought, momentarily, then answered, "I do not enjoy losing control, but I did enjoy allowing myself to trust you enough to submit to losing control, in private." She squeezed him tightly and he kissed her chin. "I love you, Nyota."
He said and she smiled against his chest and replied, "You must." She checked his face to see his reaction, then said, "I love you, too, you uptight logical Vulcan."
Spock observed, "I believe that there is still some passion left in me, Nyota."
She climbed on top of him and helped him to slide inside of her, "Then, make it count." She said.
Vulrak came down the hallway, expecting to check to see if Nyota would wish to attend the bonfire, as she had seemed undecided, earlier. When he got several feet away from the bedroom, he heard not only Nyota, but Spock moaning and he froze, then abruptly turned around. As he walked back the same way that he came from, he smiled to himself.