Beta: recumbentgoat
Rating: M
Warnings: Dirty Sexytimes
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Star Trek, except a fake Bajoran earring. I'm keeping that.
Honey, I'm Home
It had started with that letter. She'd been at a linguistics and cultural conference on the icy planet Sigma 9. She was cold, lonely, and horny as hell, and before she went to bed in the freezing hotel room, she sent a note to Spock: "What would you do to warm me up?" She took a hot shower, and by the time she emerged, he'd written back.
"I would begin with the cherry-flavored oil. I would massage your back and arms, then your feet and calves. I would then take my time with your buttocks and inner thighs. I would turn you over, straddling you. Beginning at your neck and shoulders, I would move to your breasts, but not for long, and I would not touch your nipples, not yet."
She sat at the terminal, her robe opened, her legs parted, as she read.
"Down your stomach, your hips, your thighs. Now I would lie beside you, take a nipple into my mouth as I rubbed the oil into your ko-lok. Soon your scent would inflame my hunger, and I would feast upon your sex until you screamed my name."
She smiled and crawled into bed, imagining it was Spock's fingers rubbing her clit as she masturbated.
The next evening she'd planned to send another naughty note to him. But on turning on her monitor, she found a message from him.
"Do not pleasure yourself for the remainder of the week. I assure you, our reunion will be worth the wait."
She smiled in anticipation, and prayed for the week to go by quickly.
***
Nyota materialized on the transport pad, but there was no Spock to greet her. Instead, Scotty came from behind the controls and handed her an envelope. She slung her bag over her shoulder and tore open the letter, reading as she walked.
Welcome home, k'diwa. Go to your quarters. You will find a candle on your nightstand. Light it. Remove your clothes and wait for me in your bed. Do not speak.
She tucked the letter away and practically ran to her room.
***
She lay in her bed, body tingling with anticipation. She heard the door in the outer room swish open and closed. He was quickly at her side.
He pulled the sheet from her and his eyes roamed slowly across her body. He moved to the foot of the bed, grabbed her ankles and pulled.
"Spread your legs," he ordered. She complied eagerly.
"Touch yourself," he rasped.
She grinned slyly and moved her hand, slowly rubbing her fingers across her nub, spreading herself so he could see.
"Touch yourself the way you did after you got my message."
She propped herself on one elbow and quickened her pace. He knelt at the foot of the bed, alternately watching her working hand and her face. Soon he grabbed her arm and brought her fingers to his open mouth and sucked.
"Take off your—" she began, but Spock cut her off.
"Shhh. Do not speak," he said, one corner of his mouth quirked upward.
He climbed onto the bed, still fully clothed, and pulled her atop him, kissing her hard enough to bruise. She ground herself against him, his erection hot beneath her, and delighted at the feel of the fabric against her wetness. He teased her nipples with fingers and tongue, eliciting her groans of pleasure.
In one quick motion, he lifted her, positioning her sex above his face. He held her hips as he inhaled her scent, and Nyota heard a rumbling from deep within his chest. She gasped as his hot tongue found her center, gently lapping the inside of her folds. Grabbing the headboard as he took her clit between his lips and sucked, she praised a number of deities as she rode his face to the edge.
Feeling the telltale signs of her impending climax, he pushed her to the bed. She hit the mattress with her fist in frustration, as he unzipped and lowered his trousers.
"Patience," he scolded, his amusement evident. He climbed atop her and slid his lok inside her, savoring her tight wetness.
"Say it," he growled through clenched teeth. "Say the words."
"Fuck me," she moaned, rolling her hips as he thrust. "Fuck me unconscious, damnit. Make me come." She dug her nails into his scalp and back as he called her filthy names in an ancient tongue. She wept with the violence of her orgasm, and as the waves rippled through her, Spock came with a growl, sending her into another blinding climax.
Lightheaded and limbs still trembling, she opened her eyes. Spock was finally taking off his clothes, staring at her with an unresolved hunger. She lowered her eyes to his still-hard lok.
"I take it you missed me," she said, still gasping for breath.
"I intend to take all day proving just how much your absence affected me,"
"All day? I should speak to the First Officer to arrange for leave."
"I am quite certain that the First Officer will be amenable to your request," he said, reaching into the nightstand for the cherry-flavored oil. He knelt on the bed. "Roll over," he instructed, "It is time I put my words into practice."
She luxuriated under his expert ministrations, amazed at how he knew her body so well, how the curling of his fingers at just the right moment, the circles of his tongue at just the right pace, could send her crashing into mind-numbing bliss over and over again. Her man—the science geek with a skilled and imaginative repertoire in bed.
Later, she sat astride him, muttering obscene declarations as he watched her raise and lower herself on his slick hardness. She came with a shudder.
"If this is how you're going to welcome me home, I ought to leave more often," she teased, breathless.
"I would hope this demonstration will persuade you to never leave," he countered, and flipped her over, ready to persuade her again.