Chapter 3 - Deep Waters

"I will ask you not to do that." Spock's voice was cold and steady. Kirk turned his head and looked at them.

"Not do what? What are you talking about? Spock?" Kirk could not hear Lily-Lee's low voice as she continued.

"I could lick your neck right now. I could take the tip of your warm ear in my mouth and get a proper taste. You have some very long fatty acid chains in your sebum that I would just LOVE to try. Desert creature, eh?"

"I am making my request a direct order."

"Do you know what else I could do? I could climb down and unbutton your trousers . . ."

"No."

"But I could. You can't move your hands nor feet more than a few centimetres, I could have you all to myself and take my time to get a taste of your s..."

"NO!"

"But I'm not going to." Lily-Lee saw Spock close his eyes with a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I heard that. No hidden disappointment in that sigh. You really don't want to."

"No, I do not." Spock's voice was controlled again.

"I know what you really want. You want the captain, don't you? You can't fool me, I have smelled your fingerprints on his door and your body temperature goes up when he stands close. Grandma knows."

"You are mistaken."

"No, I'm not. I'm going to do something for you, because I like you. Have you ever seen his erection? No? I have. It's worth seeing, I tell you." Lily-Lee lowered her voice even further. "I'll show it to you. I'm going to blow him while you watch."

"What are you saying?"

"Oh, you heard me. Then I'll suck it until he comes in my mouth and I'll climb back up here and let you taste it. Come on Spock, I can tell that you want him. Just say yes and you will get to see him, haven't you waited long enough?"

Lily-Lee was getting warmer, all her white swirls going pink, while Spock blushed green all over his face. He paused, swallowed once, and then he nodded.

"Spock, Lily-Lee, what is going on? What are you talking about?"

"Oh, just Spock trying to convince me not to sexually assault my superior officer, but he was not successful." She climbed down from the wall and came over to Kirk.

"That joke was better than your last one. Hey, what are you doing?"

"Taking off your trousers."

"You can't do that!"

"No, you're right, I can't, not with those shackles. But I can pull them down to your knees like this."

"Holy . . . why do you . . . hey not the underwear, stop that, I . . ."

"Not shaved anymore? Nice."

"Please, Lily-Lee, don't do that . . . Spock is here."

"Oh, I'm sure he's discreet. Sorry I can't get you a larger audience, but McCoy is unconscious. I promise to keep my eyes open so I can see you all the time, and . . . and will you look at that, it's already hard and I didn't even touch it."

"Oh god."

"Mm-hmm." Lily-Lee wasted no time getting her mouth around him.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. This is not a good time for this."

"But some other time would be? Not a very convincing "no"."

"Spock, I'm sorry you have to see this, it must be embarrassing. Help me convince her, Spock, can you . . ." Kirk turned to his side to look at Spock but could not speak any further. Spock's eyes were like glowing black embers staring right into his soul. Never in his whole life had he seen eyes with an expression like that. They pulled him in and swallowed him whole. Kirk felt seen, accepted, wanted, desired. The intensity and surprise made him come all at once.

The candle in the pig-bladder lamp was on its last flicker and they all looked at it as it went out. The dungeon was dark. Lily-Lee climbed up the kinks again to find Spock's face. She expected him to turn his head away in disgust, because this was just her way of teasing him. He didn't even like to be touched. To her surprise, he did not avoid her, but faced her to put his lips on hers.

A waterfall flowed into her mind.

Spock sucked hard on her mouth and put his tongue in to taste every drop, and he entered her mind. Without asking, without permission, he came in like a spring flood, tearing boulders and logs down into the water, flowing into every corner, trying to find what he was looking for. There, there it was, still in the short-term sensory memory, only twenty-seven seconds old, the full experience of Jim. Not yet analysed or transferred to long-term memory, not yet refined or selected but everything. Spock pulled into his own mind the feel of Jim, his dimensions, texture, the touch of his stubble against Lily-Lee's upper lip. He absorbed ten thousand details about the chemical composition that he could not use or store with his own mind but he took them in anyway. He wanted all of it. All of Jim.

Lily-Lee fell down on the floor, dizzy and disoriented. She crawled over to the drain in the corner and threw up.

"Dodjojupoptot vovatottotenon, alolloldodelolesos foforor dodjojupoptot vovatottotenon."

"What was that? Lily-Lee, what are you doing? Spock, can you see anything?" Spock did not answer him.

"I'm going to be all right, captain, I just . . . got in over my head, that's all. I should go now." She managed to find the bag, and the lamp, and climbed back out again with the rope to guide her.

"Lily-Lee, get back here! Don't leave me with my pants down! Hey! Oh hell!"

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