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Paralyzer - 3. Flare

Nota awoke to the most delicious feeling of heavy lethargy permeating her body. Every single muscle she possessed ached pleasantly after the night's activities. She smiled sleepily and ran the fingers of one hand gently through the tousled mop of silky black hair tickling the side of her face, careful not to disturb the owner. Her Vulcan duvet was a pleasant deadweight half draped across her body and his face nuzzled comfortably into the crook of her neck as he slept. He was like some kind of huge cat - but with less hair - cuddled up to her side, one arm and the corresponding leg thrown carelessly over her as he breathed slowly into her collar bone.

Completely relaxed, Nyota felt herself slipping into memories of the night, and most importantly, how things had changed so quickly. Skimming through the key moments, she managed to pin down the exact instant when the wild sex had morphed into love making hot enough to melt her skin. She had spoken to him in Vulcan and he had looked up at her with surprise and delight clear in his deep brown eyes. As he had drawn her close, his body undulating smoothly below hers, she had felt the fingers of his right hand brush her temples for a fraction of a second. He had gasped at the whispering contact, his lips seeking out the tender flesh of her neck as his hips pushed him deeper into her. For her part, Nyota had felt a gentle tickle at the back of her mind, which had proceeded to creep slowly down her spine and coil deep in her loins. Breathing heavily, the scent of him filling her senses, she had mirrored the gesture, curious to see if her touch would have a similar effect on him.

She was not to be disappointed.

He cried out weakly and arched below her, his length swelling inside her, before he seized her wrist in one hand and pulled her fingers away from his face. He had looked up at her with lidded eyes, his body stilling for a moment as he struggled to catch his breath. "Please, do not touch me there, I-I cannot-" he broke off with a whimper as one of her exploratory fingers flexed and managed to lightly touch him again. Despite his attempt to stop what was dangerously close to happening, his other hand came helplessly up to brush her temple again. This time they both cried out in unison as an intoxicating surge of passionate telepathy snaked between them and shallow whispers of their thoughts inter-weaved and overlapped.

Beyik-

Close-

Lamekh-

Hot-

Ovsoh-

Complete.

They climaxed together, clutching one another close enough to bruise, yet weak with the force of what had ignited between them.

Nyota opened her eyes, returning to the present as Spock stirred in her arms. She tilted her head to look down at him as he blinked sleepily up at her. His voice was rough with sleep when he spoke, "Good morning." An undignified yawn gaped his face and he rubbed his eyes with one hand. He moved to roll away from where he was still draped over her, but she touched the hand not entwined in his hair to his naked hip, holding him in place with a warm sigh. He relaxed without a fightand returned to his previous position, snuggled against her shoulder, still intoxicated with the feel of her. "Have you been awake for long?"

"About ten minutes. Are you hungry? I have some fruit I picked up yesterday and I think there's some Vulcan tea in the kitchen somewhere." She continued to pet his hair and tried not to laugh as he purred against her, her earlier analogy comparing him to a cat was certainly very apt.

He sighed in contentment, basking in the same comfortable lethargy that Nyota had done upon first awakening. "I am hungry, last night was most... vigorous."

Nyota chuckled throatily as she detected an interested twitch against her thigh, it seemed even Vulcans were prone to morning glory.

Spock blushed into her neck and murmured an apology, embarrassed by his uncontrollable desire. He did not know how it had happened but he had relinquished all control of his impulses last night and his body was still singing with sexuality. He had no wish to restrain it, so he rolled his hips sensually against her hip and moaned softly as lazy arousal flowed through his body.

Nyota moved quickly, rolling away from him and almost laughing as he made an indignant noise of protest. Rising to her feet by the bed, she stretched her arms high over her head, grunting in satisfaction as her spine popped in several places. Relaxing from the stretch she found him tangled in her sheets and staring at her with a faint flush dusting his cheekbones. His eyes danced over her nude body and his gaze had darkened. "Where are you going?" His voice was thick with lust and she had to fight the urge to jump right back into bed with him.

"For a shower." She raised a quick, suggestive eyebrow at him and said no more. Turning, she made sure he had a good view of her rear coronal plane and walked to the bathroom, making sure to sway her hips just so. She could almost hear him licking his lips from behind her, so it was no surprise that she found herself with a shower partner mere seconds after stepping under the spray of hot water.

Slippery hands spread delicately scented shower gel over hot skin, until they could resist no longer and slid their lips and bodies together under the spray. Nyota, remembering her negatively answered question from the night before, slid down his body to rest on her knees before him. He looked down at her, his eyes dilated, water dripping from his fringe, his hands resting on her shoulders as his lips parted to gasp, "What-what are you doing?"

She smirked and his fingers flexed involuntarily into her shoulders, the tenuous telepathic link they had inadvertently established before telegraphing his excitement through his fingers and into her skin. She licked her lips and replied, "Being your first." With that innocent, yet intent-loaded statement hanging in the air, she set to work.

Spock choked on a gasp as she kissed him intimately, he was no virgin but this was something he had never experienced. The last female he had been with had been Vulcan, as was the one before that - who had been his first; neither of those women had even hinted at anything as intimate as this. He had read somewhere that human men often enjoyed this act more than intercourse itself. He had been curious but when he had suggested it to his second partner she had looked at him with as much shock as a full Vulcan with no clothes on could muster. So he had blushed and stammered and promptly lost his erection. Her reaction had very effectively rid him of his curiosity and he had never dwelled on it again. Now that it was happening he was considering himself insane for having written it off. Nyota's lips were soft, gentle, teasing; she was simultaneously exploring him and driving him wild. He cried out as she licked the sensitive frenulum and his knees threatened to shake when her lips closed lightly around the head of his penis.

Nyota glanced up to watch his reaction as she slowly let more of him slip into her mouth. She hummed in satisfaction as his head fell back against the shower wall and his fingers tightened into her shoulders. His hips began to gently thrust his length further into her mouth and she was suddenly filled with a hunger, a need to show him the sort of pleasure he'd never received. She tightened her lips, stroked him harder with her tongue and brought up one hand to lightly grasp him.

Spock groaned and his head fell forward to hang limply on his neck as she stepped up the pace. His whole body was on fire, his blood felt like it had turned into lava as it burned through his veins. This was incredible, it was beyond incredible, it was beyond anything, he forced his eyes open to watch her and immediately felt electricity crackle at the base of his skull. Panting hard, his pants becoming rhythmic moans, grunts, cries, he finally howled and threw his head back as the electricity in his skull shot down his spine and exploded in release.

Nyota rose to her feet, helping him to remain standing as he sagged limply against the shower wall, his legs trembling and useless, his eyes closed in blissful afterglow and his arms too weak to do any more than loop heavily around her waist. By some gargantuan effort he managed to prise his eyes open and suck in enough breath to ask permission to reciprocate. Nyota smirked and pointed out that he was really in no fit state to do so.

Spock was not known for backing down when challenged. Closing his eyes again, he forced clarity into his own mind and allowed one hand to drift down her body. Zoning in on the spot that he remembered had driven her to madness the night before, he set about returning the favour.

Nyota was startled at how quickly he was able to wrest himself from near-unconsciousness and focus on the task at hand. Looping her arms around his neck and burying her face into his throat, she trembled against him as he gently stimulated her already swollen clitoris. Biting down on the olive hued skin of his neck, she cried out as he became bold and slid the finger that was touching her further back to sip into her body. She felt a vibrating groan in his chest and realised that he was quickly recovering from his own release. Reaching down between them, she ran a finger along the rapidly re-swelling length and he hissed into her hair. The next thing she knew he had driven her backwards until her back impacted with the cold tiles of the shower wall. The freezing cold at her back faded into insignificance when his burning body pressed forwards to hold her steady as his hands went to her hips to lift her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met his gaze as he slid her slowly down the wall to be impaled upon his hardened sex.

The lazy, post orgasmic haze had been cleared with some effort and Spock found his body freshly awake with burning desire. Her eyes sparked with dilated want, so he wasted no time on further foreplay and went straight for his original target: to make her scream his name. It didn't take him long; despite his abandon the night before, he had been paying attention and he knew exactly how to thrust into her and at which angle in order to elicit the maximum response. She was soon clawing tracks into his back and he seized her lips in a bruising kiss as he pounded into her, determined to see her to orgasm before he took his own release. Feeling the tell-tale tickle in his lower back that signaled his impending end, he let go of her with one hand and cheated, brushing his fingers against her temple.

Nyota's breath caught and for a moment that stretched from here to eternity, the universe stood still. The whisper into her mind slammed her back into the present moment and she screamed his name as she trembled around him and he pulsed inside her.

Unable to remain on his feet any longer, Spock sank to his knees, taking Nyota with him and they sat tangled together on the floor of the shower, raining kisses upon each others face and wondering how anything in existence could be bad when there was the possibility for euphoria such as this.

It was a long time before they could stand and clean each other off, the driving need to couple sated, leaving a comfortable, companionable warmth in its wake. Eventually they made it to the kitchen for the breakfast she had promised. Sitting together at her small breakfast table, they made eyes at each other as they ate.

"Last night, when we touched here," Nyota indicated her temple, "and this morning when you did it again. What was that?"

Spock watched her over his mug of tea for a long moment before countering. "Last night you spoke to me in Vulcan. How much of our culture do you know about?"

"Not that much, I tried to do a research project on Vulcans but you guys are pretty secretive."

He blinked. "Research project?"

She nodded as she took a sip of tea, "Mmhmm, I'm studying Xenolinguistics and Communication Protocol at the Academy. Why do you ask? And why are you avoiding the question?"

Spock's pulse thundered in his ears.

She was a student.

Inspiration struck and he fought to keep his voice even, as he clutched at the one straw that might save them, "Which academy?"

She laughed and wondered if all Vulcans were this amusing, "THE Academy of course; Starfleet. Why?"

If he had been fully human his voice would have squeaked as he replied, "No reason." Swallowing, he asked, "Should you not be accommodated in the student dormitories?"

"This is my sister's apartment, she's away for the weekend and gave me the keys in case anything happened while she's gone."

Oh God, he had just had the most blistering intimate experience of his short thirty two years and it was with a cadet.

He was in sooo much trouble.