Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Strom brushed his hair into the neat combover he had been instructed to wear, and he straightened his clothes and smiled into the mirror. Ammie had given him a whirlwind of pleasure the night before, touching him, licking and caressing him...she had even sucked his fingers...just the thought of that was making them tingle, but he calmed himself and walked out the door.
Solok was just emerging from his room, looking tired and not at all proper, even for a human.
"You look..." He sniffed and smelled the sex lingering on him, and he flushed green.
"You didn't...?"
Solok nodded, "Many...many times..." he ran his hand through his hair pulling hay from the strands, "I believe...I screamed."
Strom's eyes widened, "I congratulate you on the increase of your house."
Solok looked away from him, "She...would not..." his jaws flexed, "Allow me to touch her face, she had me pinned much of the night. Perhaps she does not...desire me in in the more personal way. It was as if she was in..." he looked back at his friend, "her time."
Strom's eyebrows raised, "You mean that she used you for purposes of pleasure only, and will now disregard you?"
Solok nodded solemnly, "It seems...logical that is what transpired. I am not pleased. She truly stirs my katra, I will have no other, and her body..." he blinked realizing he was about to go into forbidden things, "I want her, and she knows of Vulcan customs yet...what do I do?"
Strom frowned. "I cannot give you any advice but to talk to her, and ask if she wants you in a more...permanent way. Perhaps this is a human custom we have overlooked."
Solok sighed and followed his colleague down to the kitchen, where Faith and Ammie were giggling.
Their giggles increased as the Vulcans strode into the room, and Faith pulled Solok down for a passionate kiss.
"I'm sorry about refusing you last night," she whispered in heady Vulcan. "But remember the mission. You never know who's watching."
Solok growled, placing his hands on her face, "Then you do accept me."
Faith gasped, "Of course I do."
Solok looked into her eyes, "Then accept all of me."
Faith's knees went weak feeling the hidden agony of perceived rejection that was dissipating as he poured himself into her. His eyes widened, and he spoke in her mind. You did it on purpose to protect me.
Yes, my love I did. Please don't say anything to Strom. We didn't want either of you to be wiser, because we thought it might inhibit you.
Solok purred in her mind. It will not inhibit me now. I have your humanity to draw on in my own performance.
Strom shifted and looked at Ammie who was beaming. "This will be us," he said assertively.
"One day," she murmured in his ear, kissing the rounded edge. "How many times have I said it? I want your pointed ears back..."
Strom raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to see a picture of me in my true form?"
She nodded eagerly, and he picked up his PADD from the table. He quickly accessed the database and showed her his picture, and she gasped, licking her lips.
"The things I will do to those ears," she breathed, stroking a finger down the picture. Strom quickly kissed her neck (Solok and Faith were occupied).
"What is your human obsession over Vulcan ears?"
"They're the thing that, at least externally, make you Vulcan. An outward sign of your species, my sweet. And not to mention...they look rather delicious..."
She shook herself from her reverie and handed him the PADD.
Solok pulled away from Faith, "I must work now..."
"I know..."
Solok looked and saw a glimpse of Strom as he truly is, "I don't know which is uglier, you now, or you as a Vulcan."
Strom blinked and a silence fell over the kitchen. Strom opened his mouth, "Your human banter has improved, Solok. Fascinating."
"Thank you." Solok returned with a smirk.
Faith watched as Solok and Strom left the room and on cue Ammie looked at her, "So, he really doesn't need time to rest between..."
"Nope, not a bit. You'll have a good time tonight. I've scheduled McCreep to clean out this area here," she pointed to the map, "so if you and Strom are there...he'll see something."
Ammie stood, "Never thought of myself as an exhibitionist but it's Halloween season and I'm doing it for a good cause!"
"Trust me, you'll forget quickly when you're outside."
Ammie giggled. "So what's on the agenda today?"
"We'll need to check on the restaurant and the gift shop...you can do Strom a favor and check on medical supplies...and I'll make sure Solok has plenty of makeup and supplies for the art department."
They giggled and set off on their respective tasks, and Ammie made note of the place she was supposed to meet Strom. The west side of the main building, near a water pump...and McCreep would get a good view from the entrance to the haunted maze.
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Stom went about his day, there were a few scraped knees, nothing else of note. So far he had not been able to crack the frequency the smuggler was using for communication, but it was still early in the season.
He heard someone enter, and he closed the spying program on the padd, he remembered to smile as was the human way, and turned. "Ammie!" He got up and walked over to her. She was holding the supplies they had ordered for him earlier. "You didn't have to come all the way down here to drop these off."
Ammie grinned, "Well I kind of did."
He leaned over taking the supplies and he caught her scent, "I'm agree...glad you did."
Her voice dropped a bit, "How about you continue to agree with me...meet me tonight by the water pump near the end of the maze."
His thoughts flew to Solok and his romp in the hay, and his breathing increased as he fought for control.
"I will...see you tonight, then."
"See you, babe." She dared to plant a kiss on his ear, and he shivered, watching her leave with dark eyes. She shot him one more suggestive look, then left the cabin, heading back to work.
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The moonlight overhead was nice and bright, and Ammie blessed it as she took up post by the water pump, staring up at the partially cloudy sky.
"Ammie?" she heard him whisper, and she smiled, turning around towards the dark side of the maze, where he was standing, watching her with dark eyes.
She strode towards him without another word and pulled him into the moonlight, and she gripped his hair tight as she locked lips with him, making sure to make their kiss as lustful as she could manage. He breathed in and moaned into her mouth, and she pulled away.
"Good evening, doctor. I was promised an examination..."
Strom responded quickly, kissing her with the same intensity she was giving. It seemed strange to him that both she and Faith had chosen and outdoor venue to have relation in, but...he stopped himself, there was no promise that they would have coitus this evening.
His hands slid up and down her back, "I am going to examine you, completely..." he whispered, letting his hands slip up toward her throat. "You are mine, and you will always be mine.
Ammie pushed his hands away from her face, "No, no...not until we do some more examinations."
…
McCarthy was just finishing the last task before the next hayride when he heard some more rustling. He put his shirt back on, and headed toward the sounds.
McCarthy rounded the corner and saw one of the owners shoving her hand down the doctor's pants, and the man moaned, loud and low. He raised an eyebrow and moved away from the place, their noises following him into the night. Well...there went that theory. Still, it would be best to make sure...
…
"Is he gone?" she whispered.
"It doesn't matter, Ammie," Strom growled, picking her up and smacking her bottom as he threw her over his shoulder. "You are going to get it tonight..."
She moaned pitifully as they strode off into the darkness, and she thought she saw a shadow move off towards the woods.
"I hope he bought that," she breathed.
Strom opened the door, still balancing Ammie on his shoulder, he shut and locked it, and then made for upstairs. He paused at the stairwell, then turned and walked toward Ammie's room; there were Vulcan things there, and he found that to be a most agreeable. "I will bond you tonight, and that is that."
"No arguments from me," she said, grinning from over his shoulder.
"That is a good thing." He nudged open the door with his hip, then quickly locked it behind him.
Faith heard the doors opening and closing, she grinned from under a sleeping Solok's arm draped over her body. "Congratulations on an increase of your house..."
…
Strom smirked in satisfaction as he awoke to a warm, now-familiar body in his arms, and he blinked away sleep and stared down at her, fast asleep on the pillow. He stroked his hands down her exposed flesh, brushing past her breasts, caressing her warm stomach...
A sudden thought came to mind, and he leaned down and inhaled the scent of her hair. It smelled appealing, but it could have been their activities last night, lingering on her flesh...
He kissed her temple and slipped out of bed, pulling on his discarded clothes. He quickly fetched a personal scanner from his room and entered to her still asleep, and he ran the scanner over her.
Ammie rolled over, the warmth that had been there was suddenly gone. Her hand slid out looking for her new husband. When he was not there her eyes shot open. "Strom?" she croaked.
"I am here." he replied.
She rolled over on her side and saw him standing with some kind of scanner, "What are you doing?"
"Just scanning." He said not ready to tell her, since through their bond he learned last night that she loved surprises.
"What are you scanning?" she said stretching so she could grab her robe and get up.
"Just scanning." Strom replied again with a hint of a smirk on his lips and then he folded the scanner up replacing it in his pack. He leaned down brushing his fingers over her fine cheek, "I must cleanse myself and get ready to work, ashaya. We will speak later." he sent to her calm through their bond, and a deep and abiding devotion.
"Darn it, you're already dressed...oh well. You have a good day, my sweet. See you at lunch?"
"Yes, Ammie. And tonight, you may gaze upon me as much as you wish."
She giggled and kissed his cheek as she stood, and she groaned, clutching her stomach.
"Before you go..."
He was already rifling through his pack, and he produced a painkiller and injected it into her neck. "That will ease the pain in the next few minutes. I look forward to seeing you at lunch."
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"Holy hell," Faith croaked, feeling her mouth water at the sight of Solok as a true Vulcan. He looked even better than this form of himself, and she couldn't wait to get a hold of those ears.
Solok made the bond wide open so he could feel and hear her experience seeing him as a Vulcan. He smirked appreciatively. "You are agreeable to my true form?" he asked even though he knew.
"Very much so..." she gaped at the picture and then looked to him, nodding.
"That pleases me." he said straightening a moment before stroking his fingers over hers. "I must go now, and meet with Strom before the work day begins."
Faith pouted, "But I was going to make your breakfast."
Solok ran his fingers over the bite mark at her shoulder, "That also pleases me." he murmured whether about the bite or the breakfast, Faith couldn't tell. "Duty must come first though, a'duna. I will see you at lunch." He leaned forward, gently pulling her toward him. He nearly purred when she slid her arms around his neck kissing him deeply before he pulled away. "I will tug at our bond many times today, ashaya..."
…
Solok strode into Strom's office, "Good morning." he said in his best human accent, which had improved since the bonding.
"Good morning," Strom replied smiling gently, a smile that had increased in the ease. "There is no one else here but us." he added, "But let's maintain in case of interruptions shall we?" Strom chuckled to punctuate his human act.
"You're in a good mood today."
"So are you," the doctor replied, casually stretching his arms above his head. "I assume your...conquest went well?"
"Yes," Solok said. "She is..."
But no words really needed to be said. They both realized now how correct Sarek was in saying that human women were the sector's most underutilized narcotic. They were intoxicating and highly addicting, and already Strom wanted to be closer to Ammie, to watch her work, and he tugged at the bond.
"Wonderful," Strom finished belatedly.
Solok smirked and sat down at the table, he blinked a moment when he saw the readings on Strom's personal scanner. He reached for it but Strom grabbed it up, "Ask nicely."
"May I see it?" Solok replied in his best human voice.
"Yes." Strom said handing it over. His chest and shoulders raised as he handed Solok the readings.
"Fascinating." Solok said as he looked them over, "Congratulations on the increase of your house again."
"If our mission is as successful as I have been, then we will be up for promotions." Strom smirked.
Solok paused, then glanced around the office. "There is a compound my dad told me about...it's a fertility drug...made from hagash fruit, if he recalls correctly. Anyway...you wouldn't happen to have some, would you?"
Strom blinked, then smirked. "You want me to inject Faith?"
Solok's gaze told the doctor everything, and Strom allowed himself to laugh. "Well...I'll see if Ammie can get some. However, I wouldn't get your hopes up. That drug is highly restricted, and getting it for a Halloween theme park? Unlikely."
Solok raised his eyebrow, "But...hagash fruit itself is not."
Strom's head cocked, "I'll see what I can do. You may have already done what the fruit is intended for..."
"Perhaps, but..." he stood and chuckled again.
"I'll take care of it..."Strom waved him off, "Are you ready for the listening station today?"
"On schedule, doc." Solok strutted from the medic station grinning. Even as he passed their subject who gave him a "thumbs up"; the grin did not fade.
