Chapter Twenty-nine
The Desert Saga
Michele settled into her seat as Skoon placed their luggage in the overhead compartment on the shuttle to Risa.
As Skoon looked down, she yawned. The action was foreign to Vulcan physiology. Not only was it that the Vulcan body required very little sleep as long as their restorative mental powers were regenerate through meditation. Also, sleep was for the resting of limbs and eyes which on Terra had greater available energy due to Terra's less dense gravity. Meditation was actually more a necessity than sleep because the Vulcan mind was always searching, solving mathematical equations, seeking out element compounds…it required the answer to any and all questions. Meditation provided the way to acquire the answers to any problems not solved during active consciousness-it was The Vulcan Way.
When he settled in next to her she smiled weakly and he strengthened his shields and placed her head on his shoulder.
"Sleep, My Michele, we will talk when you are rested."
She nodded and closed her eyes and Skoon thought,
'I have not watched a female sleep since before Va Pak. Looking down at her innocent face his heart rate increased as did his breathing due to the fact he was so filled with visions of her, his imagining of their life together. For a Vulcan, these were not fantasy, but visual plans for future events.
He knew he would have to tell Michele what his deepest fear was. He would have to talk to her as soon as she was awake. He then thought better of that decision—their conversation required privacy. He would not be able to bring them to plactau until this matter was discussed. He would have to restrain his desire until that resolution.
The matter for discussion, had nothing to do with their marriage or bonding, but of his past life, his previous relationship, actually it would be an apology for an event that had not as yet taken place…and possibly would never occur, but, ka'diath, what is, is and in this case what was, was.
After his talk with Lo'vaak, he determined that upon arrival, he should store their luggage and take a meal, then a walk along the beach, and then go to their accommodations. According to Lo'vaak, if they went to their room first, they might never leave it. At least, from Lo'vaak's narrative, that was a distinct possibility.
The males had informed him that intimacy with a Terran came in stages. With a Vulcan female there usually was not a need for foreplay, the act was intense but definitely not going on for days. In the Terran female total fulfillment would take many joinings before actual fulfillment, platau, would be reached. As he understood it, several days would be involved. Certainly that much time could allow his fear to be realized.
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Upon arrival at the terminal there was a hover vehicle emblazoned with the name of the resort they would be staying at ready to pick them up. Checking their baggage they then traveled the short distance to the site, checked in and left their baggage at the front desk to be brought to their accommodations—a bridal suite.
They then exited the building to view the planet's two suns and lavender skies.
Seeing an outdoor café they chose seating. The waiter approached, took their order and while eating he took her hand and kissed it. After payment Skoon inquired,
"My Michele, would a walk on the beach be welcome?"
Nodding in the affirmative, they walked toward the sounds of the waves and discovered that that beach had black sand. It was Skoon's understanding that each beach had sand in its own distinctive color pink, lavender, white, black, purple, green, red, blue…all this was possible because this was a tailor-made planet, designed for pleasure and the satisfying of all the senses.
Michele looked up at him and asked,
"Would you like to sit down for a few minutes?"
"That would be satisfactory."
Seated, Skoon decided that their isolation was sufficient to allow him that private talk he so desired. After taking her hands, and in the usual abrupt Vulcan manner that Terrans would have called, 'cutting to the chase', he started,
"My Michele, if in the heat of our intimacy I call you T'Por, please do not feel in any way my devotion to you is lessened, for she and you have come to be the source of the complete fulfillment of all that is perfect."
Michele laid her head on his shoulder and sighed,
"I am sure that I will feel it an honor to be placed in the same place as she at such a moment."
Relieved at her reply, Skoon continued,
"My other request is that our first son be named after the one I lost. In that way, symbolically, I will raise my first born Su'lock here on Terra."
Tears filled Michele's eyes and she responded,
"Skoon, your worth cannot be lessened in my eyes. I thank for choosing me to share your life and even share your sorrow."
His grip on her shoulder tightened,
"When we are joinws, My Michele, we will complete one another. Unless by mutual consent, we will not be alone. As you know the Vulcan expression K'diwa means half my heart, half my soul, you have healed my heart and soul. Come My Michele, we will now find perfection."
Taking her hand they walked back to the resort, to their room and to fulfillment.
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They left their shoes by the door and Michele stood before him with tears in her eyes. He touched her face and said,
"My Michele, I am an experienced male. I understand your apprehension, but be assured, I will not rush you. In this, you are my leaders. His hands reached for the hem of her blouse and gently pulled it over her head. He slowly blinked at the sight of her bras enclosed breasts. Her lips trembled and he lowered his to hers'. He then was able to whisper in her ear,
"Now you must remove my tunic."
He was so much taller than her he bent at the waist so she could pull the garment over his head.
"I want you to touch my chest."
Her hands trembled as she placed her palms against his skin, and her thoughts came to him.
'Just as we were told his body is warmer than mine.'
He nodded.
He placed his hands so as to be able to cup her face and he tenderly kissed her again and then reached into her hair and removed any restraints and it fell to her shoulders. His hands gently combed its curls. He then took one of her hands and positioned it above his heart.
"Your appearance and touch is affecting me and causing my heart rate to increase."
We must understand for a logic driven, given to supplying instruction species, the providing of guidance was part of their way. He would not take any action without first informing her.
Michele had worn a skirt and he gently placed his hands at the waistband and looked to her for approval. She nodded.
When he removed the skirt her slip came off with it.
"Now you must remove my trousers. She hesitated and he placed her hands in his, kissed them and then placed her hands on his trouser front. He could see that she held her breath and swallowed audibly. She had difficulty locating the zipper and he stopped her hands and simply held her, and smoothed her hair. After a few minutes he asked,
"Has your resolve returned?"
She placed her hands at his hips and tugged the fabric and the zipper started its journey to free him.
He stepped out of his trousers and placed his hand on her back and waited for her approval. He undid the closures of her bra and held it in his hand as it dropped exposing her breasts, which he kissed. He was having a very difficult time controlling evidence of his arousal and he placed her hands on his final garment and stated,
"May your eyes be pleasured."
She jerked the cloth and closed her eyes. He kissed each eyelid and placed his hands on her panties and tore them from her body. He took her in his embrace and carried her to their bed. His wife then took on her role as she returned his kisses with what he could only call human passion. She suddenly reached for him and said,
"Skoon, bring us to perfection. I love you."
His bondmate was marked and he melded with her. Skoon's internal clock became compromised. He had no idea how much time they had been in the bed, but once total fulfillment was reached, Skoon watched her fall into a contented sleep.
He went out to the balcony to look out over the ocean and thought to himself how beautiful this experience had been. How his wife had given herself totally to him and had received his instructions and urgings with trust and affection. He knew now why his Vulcan brothers had chosen Terran females. They were able to read their human faces, hear their sighs, moans, pleads, and instructions.
While with his Vulcan mate he found satisfaction in their intimate situation, but not a word was ever uttered. Unlike animals, humanoid male and females to procreate engaged in intimacy face to face. So now compared to his previous experience His Michele's facial expressions resonated deeply in him. Her voice whether a whisper, a cry, a request or even a demand filled him with an increasing excitement. Her final cry, when first joined filled him with an intense feeling of belonging. He had then taken her into the sanitary area and washed her beautiful body removing blood and bodily fluids before settling her again on the bed. She held on to his neck and whispered,
"I hear your thoughts and the fireworks were beautiful."
The look of puzzlement on his face was priceless but following her statement with a kiss allowed him to understand that her words were not a censure but a compliment.