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A/N: Second half of the chapter is rated M. Just fair warning. Don't like, don't read.
Judith knocked on the door, holding her PADD to her chest. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to suck as much oxygen out of the thin air as she could. Oratt was still standing there at the gate, watching her, and it didn't make her feel any better.
However, she opened her eyes when soft footsteps approached the door, and she smiled at the man on the other side. It wasn't Meral, but an older man, and for a moment she thought she had the address wrong.
"Is Mister Meral 'ere, sir?" she asked politely. The man raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you looking for my son?"
"I be...well...he be da man I gonna marry," she said as if the word were foreign in her mouth. She looked at the older man in shock, realizing she was meeting Meral's father. She was about to throw her arms around the man in relief when an older woman rounded the corner.
"Who is there, Sivik?"
He turned to her. "A woman who claims our son as her...future bondmate. Did you know of such an event, T'Lon?"
Her eyes sparkled even though her face remained neutral. "I did not, but I wondered why our son was so moody of late. Welcome her in, Sivik. Do not make her stand in the heat of the Vulcan day...can you not see she is human?"
She approached, her gaze softening. "Come in, young woman. Let us make you tea." She waved Judith in. "Our son has not shown interest in any woman before...you are more than welcome in our home."
"Tank you," she said, wiping her brow of sweat. "I be Judith Keeler. Where be Mister Meral?"
"He will be home from his new job soon. Where on Earth are you from?"
"Me mudda country be Jamaica, ma'am. Negril, Jamaica."
"Ah. You have a very interesting accent."
"Ai, from me mudda and me fatha. Me mudda be from Africa, and me fatha from Jamaica. De accents mix in me mouth."
She accepted the proffered tea and smiled as they offered her a seat, and she sat down, sighing in contentment. "Tank you very much, ma'am. I be missin 'im like he be part of me body."
"I have never met a human in person," Sivik said as he sat down.
Meral's mother raised an eyebrow at him. "Sivik, please...she was speaking of a stirring of her katra for our son. I would rather hear about that than have her answer your incessant questions."
She turned back to Judith. "Forgive my husband. Tell me, will you be staying with us while you are on Vulcan? I do wish that you would. I just cleaned Meral's room, and I believe we can find space for anything you have brought. Perhaps tonight you may even engage in intercourse!" she said brightly.
Sivik nodded. "That would be agreeable for both of you. Perhaps I should turn on the atmospheric conditioner in his room. I cannot imagine a human being very comfortable during a physical activity such as coitus when it is hot."
Judith nearly snorted into her tea, but turned when she heard Meral's voice.
"Father, what are you talking about?" he called from the front door, then turned the corner and froze. She set down her tea and walked up to him, her hands on her hips.
"Judith," he whispered, reaching for her. She paused, glancing over him. He was wearing some sort of suit, and she grinned, biting her lip.
"Mister Vulcan man," she said, stepping closer. "You should wear dat suit more often, ai?" She stepped still closer, and he pulled her into his arms. She laughed, squeezing him hard. "Oh, Meral, I missed ya, love!"
"I was just talking about the temperature of your room for coitus," Sivik said, talking over the moment, until his wife pulled at his arm.
"Hush, Sivik," she whispered.
Meral stroked Judith's cheek and looked at her in disbelief. "I did not think..." he whispered, but trailed off, then bent down, pressing his lips against hers.
Sivik's eyes widened. "He even knows how to kiss as a human kisses. Fascinating."
Meral pulled her hard against him as he pulled back from the kiss. "Judith, let me bond to you now. Let me..." His hands were already at her neck. "Please, accept me as your bondmate. I do not wish to live another moment without you."
She gripped his hair tight and nodded, and he kissed her again. She wasn't sure what bonding with him would feel like, but Emmie had revealed to her all the pleasures of it.
She gasped into his mouth and made a noise of surprise as she felt herself flooded with heat and light and...Meral. He was everywhere, inside her, outside her, his lips burning hers, his hands searing her throat, and she trembled, pressing herself to him, holding him tight lest she fall into the fiery inferno that was seemingly surrounding them. He was like some wraith, wrapping itself around her, infusing her insides with heat, and she was burning, burning with every emotion he had ever felt for her since their first encounter. Confusion, slight disgust, irritation, then transformed into a deep, almost desperate regard. She moaned despite herself, joined completely with him in mind and spirit, scorched yet untouched, burning yet not harmed. It did not hurt, but it was intense, the way his entire being flooded her mind. She thought wildly for a moment that she would pass out in his arms, but then she was herself again, and he was holding her as she shook.
"Meral," she gasped, collapsing into him. He held her, and she felt satisfied, as if she had been craving this very thing since she first drew breath. And then she realized it was both their satisfactions, twined together like sturdy robe. There were threads between them now, invisible, yet strong as tempered steel.
His mother and father approached and helped her stay standing. When she blinked, they both looked at her and then at their son. "We have a very agreeable increase in our house now."
Sivik looked at his son. "Congratulations, my son, on a beautiful bondmate. I know you must be anxious to engage in coitus now, but please...have dinner with us first. We will arrange a more agreeable place for you to live, as we have been saving your entire life for this moment. Allow us this, please."
Meral looked at his mother. "I do not mind that, father, but I would like a moment alone with her, please."
They nodded and allowed the two of them to go to Meral's room, and she kissed him the minute the door was closed.
"Oh, Meral...de hottest ting in town is all mine now..."
He growled in her ear and sheathed his fingers in her short bob. "Yes, Judith...yours. Always yours."
They breathed together in silence, holding each other close, and she closed her eyes as she rooted for his lips again. He granted her a long, luxurious kiss, and she gripped his hair again.
"I thought you lost to me. Renuk has a reputation..."
"I don' want to even be aroun' dat good-for-no-ting, arrogant, scum of de Earth-"
He swallowed her insults with a greedy kiss, and he pressed her harder to his body. "My Judith...my loyal Judith..."
"Yer sensible girl, ai. Renuk is...I don' want to talk about him. You're my Mister Vulcan man now...if yer mama and yer papa be dat nice, you gon' like my papa."
"Your mother is deceased, correct?"
"Ai, she be wit de angels now," she said in a soft voice, stroking his face.
"May her katra rest in peace...oh, Judith, long have I awaited this day. Judith..."
"You like de sound of my name, love?"
"Indeed, it is as intoxicating to my senses as the sight of your body."
She raised a mischievous eyebrow and ran a deft finger over his lower lip. "You be tryin' to get me in bed with dat silver tongue of yours?" She grinned. "It's workin'..."
"My tongue is not made out of silver."
"Perhaps I should taste it," she purred, leaning closer. "Just ta be sure..."
A flush of green spread over his cheeks, and his eyes darkened to deep pools of inky black. "Judith, I wish to fill you tonight with my child, but are you agreeable to having dinner with my...our parents before we do?"
"Ai, love, I tink my stomach be talkin for me," she whispered, kissing his lips again, but briefly. Her stomach rumbled as if to prove her point, and as his parents turned away, his hand stroked over her abdomen, and she shivered.
"Did I make you uncomfortable when I bonded to you?" he asked, frowning. She grinned.
"No." She bumped her hip with his. "You be makin' dis motor run hot, Meral."
He stared at her in confusion until she felt a tingle in her head, a thrumming of sorts, as if a motor had been installed in her brain. Then his eyes flashed, and she felt the hair on the back of her head stand on end.
"I'll make it run hotter, once the dishes are clean," he purred in her ear, then led her back into the other room, to the table. She followed dutifully, thanking his parents once again for making dinner. They were strange, and extremely honest and blunt, but after a while it stopped being shocking and became more endearing. Meral served her some of everything, and she waited for a cue to eat. Once his mother began eating, Judith took that as a sign that she could eat as well.
Meral sat her down in a chair beside his mother, then got up and aided in serving the meal. His mother placed her hand on her shoulder. "One day you will be the matron of this house," she whispered, "and I believe that will be the greatest day of our family's history. "
Judith blushed. "But ma'am, you don't even be know'n me..."
She let the tiniest smile touch her lips. "I do know my son...and he would not have waited so long only to choose a terrible mate. We are honored to have you here."
Sivik slid a small chip to Meral. "This is a room at the Shi'Kahr spring, along with all the money your mother and I have saved over the course of your life to start you off with your own family. You have supported us all your life, Meral, and this is the least we could do."
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Soval had just finished dinner and was completing a few reports when his comm beeped. It was a message from Vulcan, and he read Judith's three-word message with a raised eyebrow.
Meral is mine.
…
Meral locked the door behind him and let the towel around his waist slip to the floor. He and his new wife had spent an hour or so soaking in a private spring, and Judith had wasted no time in touching him. He had never been caressed so lovingly in his life, not even by his mother, and her alien touch sent shivers of delight down his spine. He had returned the favor by giving her a sensual version of nueropressure, in her words, "revving up her engine". If his calculations were correct, and the look in her eyes and the smell lingering on her creamy flesh, that engine was plenty hot.
"I must warn you," he murmured as he untied his loincloth, "I have never had sexual relations outside..."
Judith grinned. "Emmie-girl told me about de fever...when is yours?"
"Five years."
She groaned in disappointment. "Dat far off? Mm...oh well. We'll have plenty a' time 'til dat day ta get ta know each odda, ai?"
"I should hope so," he murmured, letting his loincloth fall to the ground. She stared at him in obvious hunger.
"I forgot how..." She swallowed thickly, reaching out to him. He obliged her, pulling her into his waiting arms, and she lightly brushed her pelvic region against his nakedness. He shivered with her.
"Meral," she whimpered, stroking his fingers even as she captured his lips in a slow, tantalizing kiss. At first, she didn't even give him the satisfaction of full friction against her, and he realized belatedly that she was teasing him. Her fingers abandoned his hand and trailed teasingly down his abdomen towards his stomach, then further down, seemingly tracing each muscle.
"Judith," he growled, but she silenced any further protests with a thrilling stroke of her tongue against his. He fell silent, not even sure what to say to her in this moment. Her fingers trailed even further down, and he felt himself rise in response.
"Ai, I feel dat, love," she murmured, rubbing against him. He buried his growl in her hair as he allowed himself the pleasure of smelling her hair. Her scent was heady and hot, and his eyes slithered closed as she traced her fingernail ever so lightly around every place but the place he wanted her touch the most.
"I believe the phrase is two can play this game, k'diwa," he breathed in her ear, snapping the thin band of her bathing suit with ease. It fell to the ground next to his loincloth, and he let his long, slender fingers explore her slickness.
Her next breath was shuddering and slow, and he smirked in success; he was having a positive effect on her. Her breath ghosted across his flesh, and he groaned at the sensation, tightening his grip on her.
"Now...if I recall correctly, this should please you," he murmured, sliding his finger between her folds and finding the spot he remembered from their night of passion in Jamaica. "Am I right, Judith? Or does my memory fail me?"
She squealed as he found what he was looking for, and she pressed her lips to his neck to stifle her moan. "Dat's right...love..."
"Does this please you?" he asked, his voice much lower than he remembered. That seemed to only heighten her pleasure, and he purred in her ear. She whimpered, squeezing him harder than she meant to.
He gasped into her hair and pushed further and harder than he meant, and she yelped, nipping at his skin.
"Oh, Mister Meral, dat be da way..."
He dipped his head and pressed his teeth into her neck, and upon her enthusiastic encouragement, plunged his teeth through her flesh. He augmented this by thrusting even more vigorously into her womanhood, and she cried out, clutching his back hard enough to draw blood.
"Meral...Meral, I tink I'm goin' to..."
He growled in satisfaction as she spilled wildly over his fingers, and he held her close as she recovered, thumbing that familiar bud of passion that responded so well to stimulation.
Once she got her breath back, he shoved her onto the bed, tugging her hips towards him as soon as her head hit the pillows.
"Mister Meral, you haven't had a turn yet," she protested, and he lowered his head and licked her inner thigh, which was still wet with her juices. The taste of it was succulent.
"I appreciate your concern for my pleasure, but I may just come to completion by simply listening to your cries. The noises you make are incredibly stimulating, I assure you."
He purred against her center, nosing it, inhaling the thick scent of her. One lick, and she was already rewarding him with those delightful little noises.
"More, k'diwa," he cooed, enveloping his tongue in her taste. "More."
She whimpered and gripped his hair with a tight fist, and he found he liked the sharp sensation of her hand tugging his hair.
She trembled through her second completion, howling his name and gripping the bed with ardor that set his loins aflame.
"Have you had enough, or are you ready to move on?" he asked, leaning over her, delighting in the sight of her sweat-drenched flesh and inky pupils.
"Please, love...please..." She weakly pulled his hips towards hers, and he took that as permission.
"I promise you, I will go slowly this first time...and any other time you wish to do this with me." He positioned himself, tickling her folds as he prepared to take her. "Are you ready?"
She leaned up and captured his lips, greedily sucking on his lower lip. "Take me now, love," she demanded, then softened her voice. "I love you."
"You are dearer to me than the air we breathe. You are my very breath," he whispered in reply, then gently laid her back and began the process of taking his wife for the first time. She winced at first, but as he continued (she refused to let him stop, and he took the pain from her), she started to make those wonderful noises again. He was slow at first, letting her adjust to him, but as she started moving into him, he quickened his slow stroke, heat gripping his blood like the boundless illogic of fever; but he did not lose himself to it. He was master of the heat, just barely, and he pressed his palms hard into the mattress on either side of her, his gaze locked on hers. She seemingly couldn't tear her eyes away, and they kept getting darker and wider, her lips parting ever so slightly. He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her dark lips, and he stroked a gentle hand down her side even as he quickened his pace again. She trembled.
"Meral!" she shouted as another stroke drove him in deep. "Meral!" She began babbling in heavily accented English, so incomprehensible that he couldn't translate it, and he set his lips at her neck, biting all around her shoulders and collarbone as she spouted nonsense.
With a great gasp, he felt her spill her warmth, and he followed quickly behind, moaning in release and pleasure. Her mocha skin was drenched in a heavy sheen of sweat, and he palmed her shoulder with reverence.
"Thank you," he gasped. "Judith..."
She panted on the bedspread, steam forming between them from the wet heat of her body and the dry heat of his. She made a small noise of protest and bucked her hips when he made to withdraw.
"No," she moaned. "Stay...more..."
His blood rose to a new heat, and he growled as he obeyed his wife's wish.