A/N: Definitely some smut in this chapter...but I think the caves will be in the next chapter. Just to warn you though, after they get back on the Enterprise there won't be as many sex scenes. Occasionally, sure, but smut isn't the main focus of my story...just reminding you ;)
Chapter 18: Fervid
"So where are you going to take me, Commander?" Nyota asked, leaning over to nuzzle against Spock's neck as he piloted the hover-car.
"Somewhere...secluded." Spock replied as she grazed her teeth against his skin, biting down lightly. She placed her arms around him, curling up against his side.
"How did you get your father to believe that you were picking me up at 1500?"
"I told him that I would return with you at that time. He did not inquire into the matter."
"You don't feel guilty for misleading him?" she asked, now tracing lazy circles on his stomach, resting her cheek against his shoulder.
"I did tell him the truth." Spock replied. He turned onto a nearly-deserted stretch of road that led away from Vafer-tor'es. Nyota smiled...he knew that she was about to get back at him, but he was allowing it- inviting it, even. He would never admit it to her, she knew...but he enjoyed being teased.
I guess Vulcans do have some kinks, after all, Nyota mused. Well, other than the biting...he definitely had a biting kink. But it appeared he had a control kink too- he liked it when she was in charge.
Spock turned the vehicle again, and Nyota saw that he was leaving the road- heading toward a cluster of large boulders half a mile off the road. She snickered.
"You're really getting into this, aren't you?" Nyota asked, still tracing the circles on his stomach...her fingers slowly worked their way downward.
"Privacy is necessary." Spock replied evenly. He pulled in behind the rocks, so that they were completely shielded from view.
"I never would have thought that you would be this eager to get me alone." Nyota said, smirking.
"These past few days may have taken their toll on my control." Spock said in a low voice that was almost a growl. She shivered at the sound of it, feeling her body react, becoming warmer, wetter. If this was what he was like now, there was no telling what a few more days would do to him...suddenly, her anticipation for the caves increased tenfold.
She expected him to get out, and moved away to allow it- but instead, he climbed over the partition, into the back of the vehicle. Then he reached back over the seats, taking her by the wrists, and pulling her back with him. She yelped in surprise, but then laughed as he pulled her over, landing on top of him.
"I saw no reason to get out." Spock said into her ear. She was still shaking with laughter.
"Smooth, Spock." she said, and kissed him, licking his bottom lip teasingly. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly.
She pulled away, and pushed his back against the seat, perched on his lap.
"Now, where were we earlier?" she asked, her hands sliding from his shoulders, down his chest, his stomach...
"I believe that is a rhetorical question, as I am sure that your human memory capacity is not that poor." Spock replied, watching as her hands slid even lower, hovering just above the place he wanted her to touch the most.
"Spock, k'diwa, in a few minutes you won't even remember what 'rhetorical' means." she said with a grin. She moved one hand down the rest of the way...finding a very sizable bulge. "I see you're anticipating this." she said, squeezing his lok through the fabric of his pants. Even through the cloth, she could feel the intense heat radiating off of him.
He did not reply...perhaps he couldn't, because at that moment Nyota began to unfasten his pants, her fingers brushing against him. She freed him from his confines. But instead of continuing, she drew her hands away and leaned forward to kiss him.
"Do you remember the night of that academy dinner, when we went back to your quarters together, shortly after we became official?" Nyota asked. Spock's eyes widened a fraction of an inch.
"Nyota." he said warningly. "I asked you not to attempt that again."
"Well..." Nyota smirked, and kissed him again. "This is a game, after all...and I know one thing that will bring you right to the edge of your control."
"Nyota..." he began again, but she was already sliding off of his lap so that she was kneeling before him on her knees. She slid his pants down his long legs...his protests died away as she took him into her hand again, stroking the swollen column of green-tinged flesh. Unable to say anything verbally, he opened the link, sharing his apprehension with her.
"You'll be fine, Spock." Nyota said, smirking again. She tightened her fingers slightly around the base of his burning-hot lok.
"It is not me that I am worried about." Spock replied.
Instead of replying, she leaned forward- and like she had teased him with the kiwi that morning, flicked her tongue over the tip, slowly, just barely touching him. She heard him exhale in a sigh above her as she eased her lips around it, kissing the sensitive skin.
"Do you still want me to stop?" she asked him as she ran her tongue over the slit. He didn't reply...across the link she only felt the burn of his arousal.
She had done this once before to him...with very interesting results. They had not been together long at the time, and Spock had never had intimate contact before...so when she performed this act on him, he had been very vocal and almost out of control. Later, he had told her that he was ashamed, because he could have easily been too forceful with her. He had asked her not to do this again...but she had never really promised. Nyota had longed to try it again for months.
She looked up at him as she took the head of his lok into her mouth, tightening her lips around him as she did, her tongue tracing patterns on the underside. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted as he took in a sharp breath. She added pressure, and saw him swallow, hard. She felt his arousal spike, and as it did, so did hers. She moaned against him, the vibrations only increasing his pleasure.
Nyota began to move her head, slowly up and down, taking more of him into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Above her, his breath hitched. One of his hands moved, coming to a rest on the back of her head...he did not push her, he only rested it there, stroking her hair as he took out her hairband and tossed it aside. Her hair fell around her shoulders, tickling his thighs.
She paused to suck gently on the head again, her hand still moving along his length, which glistened from her saliva. She could tell that he wouldn't last long this way. When he made love to her, he could hold on for as long as he needed to...but for some reason, he couldn't when it came to this.
Nyota glanced up at her adun as her mouth surrounded him again. There was a definite green flush to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and his eyes were just barely open, dark and glimmering with lust as he watched her lips envelop him. She pressed her tongue harder against him, and allowed her teeth to graze the sensitive skin. His eyes slipped closed for a second, and a low moan escaped him. When she heard the sound, she felt the ache between her legs intensify. She so rarely got to hear proof of his enjoyment...
She seemed to have cracked his already-fragile control. He made more sounds as she continued to move her head, sliding him in and out of her mouth, applying more and more pressure, her tongue swirling against the underside, around the head. Soon both hands were clutching at her hair, his head thrown back- still not pushing her, only holding on as if afraid that if he let go of her, he would lose the last of his control. And maybe he would.
She could feel his climax approaching. She had to stop at just the right time, just like he had done to her...
Suddenly, he thrust his hips forward slightly, letting out a louder groan than before, and she stopped just in time, leaning away from him. She felt his frustration and disappointment. She had made him forget that this was a game.
"Remember, Commander." she said as she smirked at him. His eyes were open, on fire as they looked at her. "It's a rule...no orgasms. You set that one yourself, last night."
He was breathing harder than normal, his jaw clenched. The look on his face could only be described as a glare. Yes, he had lost control- or almost, anyway.
Without warning, he leaned forward, his hands closing around her waist, lifting her up. She gasped in surprise as he threw her onto the car seat, onto her back. He hovered over her, and for a moment she wondered if he would take her in the way she wanted him to, the game forgotten...he lifted her skirt, pushing it up around her waist, revealing her panties. He hooked two fingers around the waistband and pulled them down, tossing them aside like he had the hairband.
"Spock..." just like the night before, it was both an entreaty for him to continue, but also to stop...she wanted him inside her, but she didn't want the game to be over already...
He kissed her, roughly, his tongue sliding over hers, and she moaned against his mouth...he moved down, until he was kissing the insides of her thighs, and she knew that he wasn't out of control enough to lose the game. Next, she felt his hot breath puffing against her sex, and that alone was enough to make her toss her head back, licking her lips as she breathed hard. "Oh, please." she said, she herself forgetting that there would be no release.
He kissed the moist folds, tongue darting out to taste her. She bit her lip, hard, almost drawing blood. His hands were on her hips, holding her in place so that she couldn't control his movements. He began to trace circles around the bundle of nerves at the top of her vulva, almost but not quite touching...already, she could feel the knot in her lower stomach tightening, tightening, about to explode...she heard someone moaning...was that her? It must have been, but everything but the wonderful sensations that she was experiencing was distant to her.
Suddenly, he was gone, and she wanted to cry from her frustration. When she opened her eyes, he was beside her, stroking her cheeks.
"Stupid game." she muttered. How much longer of this could she take? How many more almost-orgasms could she handle before dying of sexual frustration?
"You started it." he whispered, his voice husky.
"I don't want to do it any more." she grumbled. Her arousal was as strong as ever, but slowly receding due to lack of stimulation...oh god, she just remembered that there was still four more days of this...
"Then we will not do this." Spock said, gesturing to their half-nakedness. He leaned over to retrieve her panties from the floor of the hover-car, and slid them back on for her. Then he smoothed her gown back over her legs.
"I want you." she said, reaching for him, but he stopped her.
"No. You expressed a wish to wait until we get to the caves. I agree with this. We will wait...but we will refrain from further activities, also. I very nearly did take you. I will not lose this game, adun'a."
"Spock, I give up on the stupid game." Nyota growled. He leaned forward to kiss her...she could taste herself on his lips.
"I do not." he said. She groaned and rested her head against his chest. She felt like she was on fire. Spock sent her calm and contentment over the bond, and she felt herself relaxing, the ache going away. Soon, she was at peace. She noticed that Spock had also taken the time to refasten his pants, although she didn't remember it. Nyota began to snicker against his neck.
"What is so humorous?" he asked, stroking her jaw and turning her face to his.
"Your father and T'Shan are trying so hard to keep us away from each other. And we're in the back of his hover-car. Ironic, don't you think? This is the sort of thing teenagers do...sneak around to be together in their parents' cars."
"Not Vulcan teenagers." Spock replied.
"No...but human teenagers." she said, still grinning as she wrapped her arms around him. "So what's the score now?"
"Seven to five." Spock replied. She pulled back to look at him quizzically.
"No...it should be five to four." she said slowly. "One point for me, one for you."
"You are incorrect." Spock said, adjusting himself so that he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "I award you three points for your actions. One for mine."
"Why three?" she asked, her smile widening.
"That is an illogical question, as you are aware of the effect oral stimulation has on me." Spock replied, raising an eyebrow.
"I'll keep it in mind for the caves." she whispered conspiratorially, and kissed him. Yes, the caves were going to be very interesting...
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When they arrived at the house, T'Shan watched them closely- and if Nyota didn't know any better, she would say that she was suspicious. She told herself she was being paranoid. But then why did T'Shan keep eying her hair? She reached up to feel it...without a brush or a mirror to put it back up, it was probably a mess. But that could have been caused by anything...wind, for an example. Except that there was hardly any wind that day in Vafer-tor'es. She cleared her throat and threw a sideways glance at Spock as they took seats in their chairs in the living room. Why did he have to mess up her hair? That could be the sole indicator that they had spent some time alone together.
"I assure you that I was quite unconscious of doing it." Spock replied, and she saw his lips quirk upwards smugly.
She suppressed a grin, thinking back to his reactions...other than that first time, she had never seen him so vocal and...responsive. It was indescribably sexy. He was usually just as quiet and controlled as ever- relatively so, anyway. She would definitely have to experiment with that more in the future.
"I trust T'Pau has thoroughly educated you." Sarek said. He sat before them, looking through a data PADD.
"Yes, sir." Nyota said. She paused, unsure if she should speak her mind on the matter. "I think I'm glad I'm not staying here. From what she said, I can't even be myself here. She seems to think I should become Vulcan and adopt the ways of Surak."
"That is not true, Nyota." Spock said. "However, if you act in certain human ways around other Vulcans, it could potentially be an embarrassing or insulting situation. I have no expectations for you to adopt the ways of Surak. If I had wanted a Vulcan wife, I would have married one."
"Are you suggesting that I can be embarrassing and insulting?" she asked, half-teasing, half-serious.
"Not at all." Spock replied. "I was speaking of how other Vulcans, who are unfamiliar with humans, may interpret certain things. My father and I are so familiar with humans that your odd mannerisms no longer affect us."
"Odd mannerisms?" Nyota asked, raising her eyebrows. "You'd better watch it, Commander."
Sarek watched the exchange with an unreadable expression...but Nyota somehow knew that he was both amused and saddened by it.
"I have never understood that phrase. What am I supposed to watch?" Spock asked, and she felt his amusement.
"Now you're being deliberately obtuse." she said, trying her best not to roll her eyes. "What I mean is...you'd better watch what you're saying or I'm going to withhold from you when we get to the caves." Of course, both of them knew she was bluffing.
"I would find a way to seduce you." Spock replied, and he sent her an image as an example- a picture of her pressed against the stone wall of a cave, her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved against her...she had to fight hard against a shiver. She felt herself flush, and her arousal reawakened.
"You are such a tease." Nyota thought at him, and then closed the link. Really, sometimes it was hard for her to believe that Spock had such a dirty, erotic side to him. Then he would make it obvious, like he just had...he was Vulcan, but that did not prevent him from having sex, or wanting to have sex.
"Spock, I have heard just an hour ago that there was an incident on Kathosia recently." Sarek now said. Both Spock and Nyota came crashing back down to New Vulcan at that. She glanced over at him, and then away...he obviously hadn't told Sarek about what had happened. If ever there was a mood-killer, it was definitely having Kathosia and the Koshaak mentioned. Her arousal was effectively killed.
There was an uncomfortable silence. She felt Spock's eyes on her, but she refused to meet them. Why couldn't they have gone a week without having that brought up? She knew it was a painful subject for Spock...just like how Scorpius Three was painful for her. Sarek seemed to realize that something was wrong.
"Were either of you involved?" he asked.
Nyota looked sideways at Spock again. He was studying a point on the wall past his father's chair. Neither of them replied.
"The leader of the planet was killed, apparently." Sarek said slowly, his gaze leveled on Spock. "He was found to have fallen from a balcony. Starfleet sent investigators, since the death was linked to an away mission there. The results were inconclusive...there was no evidence of foul play, yet the death was not believed to be suicidal or coincidental."
Sarek continued to stare at his son. Tension was thick in the room...
"It is my belief." Sarek finally said. "That sometimes, it is necessary to protect oneself- or one's family- even if it includes murder. I am sure that whoever had a hand in the leader's death had a logical reason."
It was obvious that he knew...and he was telling Spock not to be ashamed. Nyota found this odd- how had Sarek known that Spock was ashamed for losing control? Only she knew that...
Spock clasped his hands together, finally focusing his eyes on his father. "What if the reason was not logical?"
"Then I am sure there was an equally good illogical reason." Sarek replied. Nyota looked between the two...it was obvious that their previously-strained relationship had eased somewhat since their arrival. She was grateful that they had come.
They were well on their way to legitimizing their marriage...Sarek and Spock's relationship had been, if not healed, at least improved...she had a break from working every day on the bridge, a break from the risks their life held. She had time to spend with her adun.
She realized that she was content for the first time in a long, long time. And when she opened the link to feel Spock, she found that he was, too.
A/N: A fairly short chapter...but that's because the next one will be longer.
I'm not sure that I like how I ended the chapter...it was kind of abrupt. But that's because I couldn't think of anything else for this chapter. Let me know what you think!