Green Blooded Hobgoblin

xStarletx

A/N: WOOOOO! Chapter 13! Ok so in the next few chapter's it's gonna get a little sexually explicit, not a lot just a bit. So if you don't like that, don't read this chapter… or chapter 15, which is finished by the way. I had so much fun writing it. There are only two chapters left after this one, and possibly an epilogue! Cause those are fun right! I bet everyone's all super excited and stuff. If you are REVIEW!

Chapter 13

Teresa was outside of the cock pit, she debated going in. What if he found her unsuitable? What if he still hated her? What if he was only here because he needed to do his duty? The doors whooshed opened and Teresa turned away from them. She could feel him behind her, he hadn't moved towards her, maybe he was nervous as well. Teresa shook her head lightly, Her Damian was never nervous. She went over the mental picture of him, his hair was going to be longer, he'd be taller, he might even be shirtless. She bit her lip, if she wanted to see that she would have to turn around.

Her hair was longer. It was the first thing Damian thought of, her green hair was longer. She was taller, but still tiny compared to him, she had filled out, he could tell, her butt had gotten cuter. Why couldn't she look at him, was she still shy? Was she scared of him? He couldn't bear the thought of that. He moved closer to her, his hands moving to her shoulders, he was afraid he was dreaming, that he'd reach for her and she wouldn't be there, he couldn't bear the thought of that more than her being scared of him.

Teresa felt his hands reaching for her, and she knew she'd have to turn around, so she did. She looked up into the familiar dark green eyes. His hands were still reaching out to her, he seemed frozen, as if one movement would shatter the moment between them. Teresa put her small hands to his, pressing her palms against his and lining her fingers up to his own. His hands dwarfed hers. He seemed surprised by the touch, he inhaled sharply.

She touched him and he felt the familiar spark between them, the bond reconnecting. Her pink eyes watched him, she looked so fragile, she had grown even more beautiful then he imagined. His mind was filled with all the things he wanted to do to her, what he had been dreaming about since he lost her, all the things he wanted but never got to do. He shifted quickly pulling her into a tight embrace. He wanted nothing more than to press his lips to hers. So he did.

Teresa was shocked by the suddenly movement, she was now pressed up against his chest. He regrettably had a shirt on, but she could feel the muscles of his chest beneath the fabric. Her cheeks flamed, she had wondered what being with him would feel like, she felt the heat spread within her. She wanted to desperately to kiss him, and as if he had read her mind, his lips came crashing down on hers.

Teresa clung to him, her hands shifting as his shifted. His massive hands came to rest at the base of her head, his other hand pressed to her lower back pushing them closer together. Teresa's hands were in his hair, pulling and pushing as she opened her mouth to allow him access. He probed her leisurely though she demanded more for him, and the more she pushed the more he gave. The heat between them grew hotter, his leisurely kisses became quicker and more demanding. He growled hungrily for her, the sound shaking through her, before she even knew what she was doing she had echoed him, she didn't care in the least when he pushed her roughly up against the wall, it just meant that they were even closer together and she shamelessly enjoyed being able to feel every synapse of his body pressed against her.

Damian felt his soft kisses become more demanding, he had wanted to keep things chaste, they weren't ready to go the full way, she was still so young, but he had missed her. To feel her desire coursing through him, knowing she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her drove him wild. He groaned, and she echoed and he lost his mind, he pushed her up against the wall, hoisting her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him even closer to her, settling him in that spot, that perfect spot. His lips trailed down her jaw line and down to her neck. She moaned against him, pressing tiny kisses to his fevered brow. He shivered lightly, he loved her touch, the way she played with his hair, the way her small fingers clung to his shirt. He wanted to feel every inch of her, skin against skin. His mouth recaptured hers, his hands shifting from her waist to her shirt he wanted it off. He yanked on it impatiently, she moved to help him, though her lips never left his, her own hands were under his shirt her nails biting into the skin of his shoulders. He relished in the pain, it meant she was really there, that it wasn't a dream. With both shirts pulled up he could feel the skin of her stomach against his, she was cool to touch. Damian's mind could barely process regular thoughts, he was consumed with his need, the need to have her, to be one with her. His hands went to her pants, wanting to be one with her in a way he couldn't describe, to feel all of her, the shirt he could deal with later.

A siren went off, and Damian pulled away from her. Her pink eyes were glazed over, he growled at the interruption, he slowly let her go, waiting until she had unwrapped her legs from around his waist and was settled on the ground before leaving her side to check on whatever set the alarm off.

He sat in the control seat looking at the flashing buttons around him. He glanced back and saw Teresa standing behind him. He smiled, he wanted to be back in that hallway, up against the wall, without any interruptions at all. Looking back he realized they hadn't needed to say a single word to each other, seems the bond they had was still as strong as it was before they were separated for all those years.

Damian turned back to the screen and saw what the alarm was all about. Seems they had neared their destination. They were safe for now.

"Sir, there's a detectable trace left." Scottie told them, he brought with him a data pad, he showed it to Kirk, well he tried to.

"I bet they're having sex right now! She was getting antsy that should have been tip off number one!" Kirk raged. He was pacing back and forth like an agitated cat. Beside him Spock stood motionless and seemingly calm

"Kirk, I think you are reacting irrationally." Spock tried to calm.

"Sir?" Scotty asked.

"Irrationally? Teresa is off with, with, with that MAN! Doing God knows what, with some maniac who knows how to TRACK HER chasing her and you want me to be RATIONAL?" Kirk screamed.

"SIR!" Scottie bellowed.

"WHAT?" Kirk hollered back.

"I said I found a trace." He repeated showing Kirk the pad. Kirk took the data pad from him, looking it over. There was a trail of tiny green specks moving out into space.

"How did you see that?"

"Through an infrared scope. It's all over the ship too, especially on you two." Scottie explained. He took a picture of Kirk and Spock with a special camera, the resulting image beamed onto the pad. Sure enough Kirk and Spock were covered in tiny green glowing specs.

"So Teresa left all of this behind?" Kirk asked looking at his shirt. He picked at the fabric as if trying to get it off or see it with his own eyes.

"It must be the residue of her powers." Spock mused.

"She has powers?"

"All sorts. I thought it was just limited to creating habitats but she has some control over the basic elements as well." Spock explained.

"What about the boy?" Kirk asked.

"I've never heard her mention him before, this was the first time." Spock told him. Kirk glared at him.

"You are useless you know that? Why didn't you ask her if she had any lovers?"

"SHE WAS TEN! HOW MANY LOVERS COULD SHE HAVE HAD?" Spock raged.

"Clearly she had Damian!"

"I doubt she did anything physical with him."

"How do you know that huh?"

"Kirk, you're being illogical again."

"Shut up!"

"Scotty, can you track this stuff?" Spock asked, ignoring Kirk completely now for the engineer.

"I think so, but it'll take some time."

"We don't have time! They're fornicating RIGHT NOW! I need you to get me to her so I can interrupt them! I don't care how much I embarrass her!" Kirk raged. Spock hung his head.

"Kirk! You really need to calm down."

"DON'T YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! I'LL BE CALM WHEN SHE'S LOCKED IN HER ROOM AND I'VE KICKED DAMIAN'S ASS ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE FUCKING FEDERATION BASE!" Kirk raged. He stormed towards the elevator, when he got in he turned his glare to his shocked crew. Right before the doors shut he screamed one more sentence.

"I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE A GRANDFATHER!"

Spock promptly broke out in loud laughter. Kirk really was just over reacting about the whole situation.

Damian and Teresa had docked in the mother ship a few minutes ago, he held her hand as he lead her out of their stolen escape pod and out into the hanger.

They were immediately met with a warm welcome from other Tedorians.

"Damian! How good it is to see you again!" One cried. Teresa recognized him as the leader who helped them when they were younger. His yellow hair had begun to fall out and fade to a light silver, but his blue eyes still held the playful mirth, even though his eyes were set with crowfeet and other wrinkles.

"Majesty. It is good to see you are alive." He greeted her bowing lowly.

"Please stop that. I'm not a queen." Teresa ordered. He laughed as he straightened.

"I see you talk to people now."

"I know, quite surprising. How have you been Gashen?" Damian commented, he smiled at Teresa, before turning his attention to the Rebel leader.

"We have been better. Durhum has been moving around too much, we couldn't trail him. Then with you two missing morale has been low among the troops."

"It should get better now that I've got her here." Damian replied. He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

"Shall we show them now?"

"No!" Damian and Teresa shouted, just a little too quickly.

"I mean, we're tired, I haven't seen her in years. We would like to get reacquainted with each other." Damian explained, trying to sound as polite as possible. Teresa smiled knowingly at him, she knew what she wanted. The heat she felt before when they were alone in their escape pod returned to her. She hoped her cheeks weren't red, though she had a feeling they were.

"Shall I show you two to your lodgings?" Gashen asked. Teresa glanced to Damian who had flushed just like her. Seems Gashen had caught the implication. He lead them through the ship to the ship's cabin corridors. He lead them to the cabin designated for royal guests. Teresa shook her head, she told him not to treat her as a queen.

She thanked him none the less, telling him she was glad to see that he had survived the last battle, and then Damian ushered her into the room. As Damian tried to get Gashen to leave them alone, Teresa took in the room. Lovely covering, a very large bed, with many pillows bunched up on it. There was a bar, with chairs for eating, a sofa to one side and a large screen.

"Don't mate yet Damian, you should wait for the ceremony, it would be better." She heard Gashen warn. She heard Damian's mental groan and knew that he didn't want to wait, neither did Teresa really.

"Yes, I know." Damian replied. "I just want some time to talk to her. I haven't seen her for nine years, and up until a few months ago I thought she was dead. Just some time. You can stall for a few hours can't you?"

Gashen nodded, reiterated his warning to wait for the mating ceremony, and then the door was shut with a click. Damian turned back to Teresa, who smiled at him. He crossed the distance between them, crushing her in a tight embrace, his lips on hers again. Teresa moaned hungrily against his lips, gripping his shirt, she pulled him down to the bed, their passion taking them past the brink of sanity into a whole new world where they could forget their duties to their people, the people chasing them and the people that they left behind. All that mattered was that they were finally together again and they needed each other. Desperately.