Author's Note: Okay. So a lot of stuff goes down in this chapter which I'm really excited about. Marla and Khan are almost getting to the situation that unfolds in Star Trek Into Darkness which is incredibly exciting. This chapter wasn't initially in my outline however their conversation got too long and it ended being a chapter on its own, which now that I think about it happens a lot when writing for these two. Look out for more bad ass action and manipulative Marla in the future, but for now I give you this chapter. Enjoy :)

Chapter Fifteen: Needs and Wants

She didn't need to remember it anymore.

Marla didn't need to hold onto that feeling of what it was like to be a complete person. She was one. She looked down at her bare feet to make sure they were still under her, that she was standing far from the confines of her bed. Her mind was at ease, no longer holding onto thoughts of falling over from the medication. She looked into the globes of beakers seeing her distorted rounded features, healthy with a pink hue. She could even see herself smile.

The young woman closed her eyes sucking on her bottom lip slowly before biting into it. She took in the air around her, sterile and serene all in one big whiff. She folded her arms across her chest still clad in Starfleet attire. She could still feel traces of her ribs under the material, but the skin wasn't as thin and no longer hurt. The red splotches were gone. Everything about her was new.

She heard the footsteps, but did not bother to open her eyes to know who it was.

"You're dead, Dr. McGivers." Chills ran up her spine at Khan's words. He slammed something with a soft crunch to the floor. "Doctor Marla Madelyn McGivers," He sounded as if he was reading from a list. "Died succumbing to radiation poisoning. Your death certificate is dated three days ago, the day I brought you here." She twisted her lips into a smile for only a second before she let out a softened disillusioned sound.

"Hmph," Her shoulder squeezed against her body as if she were cold. Her eyes opened to turn to him letting them fall over his form. He still looked the same. She didn't understand why she'd think he'd look different. He had been gone for around a day gathering intelligence about was known of their escape from the public, yet the only thing she wanted was what was in the bag beside him. "Did you get it?"

She heard him sigh. He shrunk to the floor kneeling beside the duffle bag.

"The archives are in lock down." He started as he unzipped. "There isn't any entrance. Only authorized personal."

"You knew that." She said as she moved toward him. She saw his eyes flicker to her bare feet. "Marcus must have known you wouldn't leave like that."

"I'm beginning to suspect he planned this from the start." He was standing when she was close enough to touch him. "Here," She looked at the clothing in his hand, black pants and a red blouse. "Clearly the uniform is becoming a bother."

"It's much easier for you to get around." She grabbed the collar of his coat with both hands roughly pulling him to her. Her smile was wicked when she jerked him toward her. "You've got this big coat." She could see him think over what to say next, his tongue, debating his course of action.

"You'd do well to change, Marla." He said her name with such care. She released him before violently grabbing her clothes.

She went toward the bed still ruined with tossed sheets. The machine that had fed her augment blood still ticked on. Khan had told her their location was under a hospital, a spot he had been scouting in his times gathering information. It had been the clear spot, an abandoned lab, for her to recover.

"So Marcus knew you would escape." Marla cleared up as she began to snap open her jacket.

"It's my suspicion." She heard him begin to clatter things about. Marla grabbed the red shirt feeling it in her hands. It felt strange. She put it to her face. "He means to cause a war. Creating anger in me means getting what he wants, a war, an enemy on the home front. Vengeance begets vengeance." The smell of the fabric was familiar. Without thinking Marla turned.

"You went to my flat?" The blouse was lowered to her waist giving Khan full view of her in a maroon bra. Her breasts nearly spilled out of the push up. His eyes were trained on her face as his fingers fiddled with an empty tray where the food he had given her had laid. Crumbs stuck to his fingertips.

"Yes, where else was I to go to acquire clothing for you?" It wasn't a question to be answered. She took a breath in tossing the shirt to the bed for the moment ready to address the suspicion he had spoken of.

"So I'm dead and you've escaped, but it's business as usual at the archives." She nearly laughed. She saw him smile.

"It appears so." He looked back down at the tray wiping greasy fingers against his coat. "Didn't make as much of an impact as I would have liked."

"But he has the torpedoes," Marla concluded. "The seventy two highly dangerous photon torpedoes ready to go with seventy two men and women inside."

"He can send them to Kronos if he wished, but he doesn't want that. War with the Klingons cannot look like war. It needs to look like –"

"Vengeance." She tucked a stray hair behind her ear letting her eyes cross onto his. Marcus had Khan's weapons and her restored weapons at his fingertips. He could act with the weapons in that moment. He could declare war if need be, but war without cause led to debates. He needed a catalyst. He needed vengeance. "He's baiting you, Khan." Her eyes widened with the realization she faced in those words. "He wants you to try and get your people back. He knows your savagery will not rest." She started for him quickening her pace. "He baits you into committing an act. You flee and become the enemy he hoped for causing what he needs for his war."

"War is war, no matter who it is with." The man declared. "We have to get rid of Marcus. Hurt his people."

"It's what's needed."

"Then we commit to the plan." He strode past her with strong eyes heading for the bed. Marla only turned to watch. "His plan can become ours." He shifted the covers upwards. "We commit terrorism on home soil at the archives. It's needed. The wrap drive I developed is inside." She saw his hands linger to touch the pants before he grabbed them. "Once the chaos erupts I grab it."

"And Marcus?"

"I've done my research, Marla." He smiled softly as he held the pants to him looking to them as if thinking something over in his mind. He began toward her tossing them to the side as he got closer. "Starfleet command gathers at headquarters when they're attacked. Marcus will be among them. That's when I attack shooting my way through the ranks and hopefully taking out Marcus." Marla found her face dropping a bit. "Problem?"

"It's just," She twisted her smile looking away from him. "I would have liked a more visually spectacular death for the admiral." She hardly felt his hand under her chin when he jerked her face toward him. His eyes were hard pressed on her, but she could see the gatherings of a smile against his lips.

"Perhaps I'll miss then." His brows went up wrinkling causing her body to feel a slight quiver coming on.

"And if you should happen to not end the admiral's life?" Her breath was soft and not as steady as she would have liked. His fingers felt so warm against her jaw which he still held onto.

"Either way I go to Kronos. That's where he wants me and that's where I shall be." She searched his eyes for a moment feeling the true leadership of the great tyrant. "The enemy must think I have fallen into his plan to feel safe. If he lives he will send those torpedoes after me. My people will come to me."

"And if he dies at the meeting?"

"They will still come to me. It's amazing how tempting seventy two photon torpedoes can be when a terrorist is at large." His fingernail scratched against her cheek causing a soft tingling pain that felt rather pleasing. "And you," His thumb swiped across her bottom lip. His eyes found solace in the healthy coloring of those lips. "You will-"

"Follow." Marla let her tongue duck out to lick his thumb. "Make sure those torpedoes are where they need to be, that they still have your people. Make sure they don't actually fire at you." She couldn't imagine what he did next. He let her face go suddenly causing her to stumble forward as he stepped back watching her cautiously.

"This is speculation." He let out letting his hands fold behind his back.

"This is Marcus." Marla said as if to cancel that uncertainty he had. "We've both had a year to study his actions. See how he interacts with us and his weapons. This is certain. This is a plan. This is what needs to be done." She saw it then. He smiled and without hesitation he had her.

Khan smashed himself into her, lips taking over, hands grappling at hair and skin. Her newly healthy skin flushed as his nails scraped against scalp and cheek. Marla willingly let her mouth feel him, let him in. His stance was aggressive with erratic possession. He pushed her against the tabletop clattering equipment to the floor. The tray smashed against the cold tile quickly. The edge of the table squeezed against her bottom. Before she had time to feel it Khan grabbed her thighs lifting her on top of it. She gasped in between the breathless possession he had over her mouth.

She snaked her tongue into his mouth fighting for control. Her hands went up to the sides of his face as she pushed her body violently against his. She tried to spread her legs wider, but the awful skirt was in the way. Marla pulled her lips from him as her body did the same. The woman sucked on her lip watching his reaction. Patience was not a strong factor in the augment's expression in that moment. Marla ripped the skirt at the slit on the side not giving him much chance to miss her before she had her legs around his waist. The skirt now became simple gray material falling to the floor. Her hand snaked up the back of his neck searching his face before speaking.

"Do you have a problem with beds?" She breathed out with a soft laugh.

"You should not be complaining." His voice was hoarse with a possessive quality to it. He swallowed slowly letting whatever primal urge was causing his building heat to submerge within him for the moment. "I'll take you when needed and where needed." He let his mouth cover hers allowing their hips to crash.

She wasn't complaining. The urges she had were heavy against her. When she was weak she had wanted the control of those with less experience, cadets fresh out of the academy. Now she was strong again, healthy. Now she could have her choice of partners. Khan was a very good choice for the moment and perhaps for as long as she could prove herself. Marla didn't plan on disappointing herself or him anytime soon.

She pushed his coat off his shoulders and onto the floor. The young woman was determined to see his physical form fully this time. There was nothing to keep her from him. Her fingers were quick to find where that dread turtleneck could be undone. His body didn't need it. Khan seemed to be increasingly impatient with Marla's need to rid him of his clothing.

"This is unnecessary." He said once the shirt was over his head.

"Quiet." She furrowed her brow tossing it aside before she slid a hand over his glorious bare pecks. "You're ruining the moment."

He was slick against her hands from sweat. The heavy layers and perhaps adrenaline had given his body a good shimmer to them. Marla marveled at the work of the 20th century man. He was certainly handsome, but this body had killed hundreds of people. This body had led people to greatness and into pits of despair. This man had brought the world to its knees. She had to stop to admire it, to smell it, to taste it. She leaned her mouth against his bare chest. Her tongue slid across his flesh tasting the iron and salt that spilled out of his pores. His hand grasped at her hair guiding her mouth toward the sensitive spot that was around one of his nipples.

"You bring me further down and you will be very sorry." Marla insisted pushing her chin against him before he let his hand let go of her hair. She clicked herself to him wrapping her arms around his neck looking him in the eyes. He was losing patience. She could see the anger building as he waited a few more seconds for the right time to do what he believed was needed.

She took seize of his mouth making sure he would know that she wasn't going to give him complete control. She bit his lip which she felt caused a new eruption within him, a reason to act without warning. He pried her legs from around him with ease, climbing atop her cluttering anything else that remained on the table, letting her become a constant under his form. He took her jaw in his hand turn it over carefully. Marla knew she should have been frightened, especially by the next words.

"Should I make you bleed, Doctor?" There was something playful in his tone that made the absence of fear a need. If she hadn't known Khan or hadn't studied the augments her terror would be at its height, however she knew how he acted, she knew his tones and his needs.

"Bleeding is not a problem." Her hand grabbed the back of his head bringing his face closer. She was disappointed her bite had not made him bleed. "However it would spoil the good work you put into me." She liked it when she could make him smile with conviction. He leaned toward not to kiss her, but to whisper in her ear.

"Your banter is tiresome."

Marla felt the actions move at a rapid pace from there on. He tore her panties off causing her center to feel the heat of his hand. He unsnapped his pants letting himself inside her giving out harsh pacing clenching teeth as Marla tried to comprehend her situation.

She had forgotten what good sex felt like. What it was supposed to feel like. A year had gone by with her engaging with inexperienced partners who just finished themselves inside her. While Khan seemed to be acting no different than the young boys who only were out for their own needs it was the way the augment moved against her that made her question whether or not what she had experienced before that day had been good at all. He seemed to know where to touch her. He removed every inch of her clothing feeling her body out as he moved against her. He was rough in removing her bra, but his tongue worked wonders against her exposed nipples and flesh surrounding them.

Khan groaned against her shoulder biting at her causing the mix of a sting of pain and the divine feeling of hitting the right angle within her. Her breathing was hard to control. It was better than before. The first time they had engaged in such a way it had been needed. The act was a part of a plan; this act was wanted by the two of them. She took his mouth and dug her fingers into his hair when she felt like she needed more. He kissed her back when she kissed him. She couldn't help the pleasure that spread through her body like wild fire. She was burning. She felt like she would die. Marla liked feeling close to death this way. It was the proper way to feel it.

"Khan." She let her lips say it against his as he pushed hard into her. He sucked the words away with a gnawing bite at her lip.

Her eyes rolled slightly when she felt him push himself into the right place inside her. Her body floated upwards as she let out gasps. Everything around her clenched before she fell to pieces. Her chest heaved, but nothing hurt. He didn't fall onto her, but she knew he had finished. He was breathing steadily trying to regain his focus. She could see the ecstasy slowly melt from his gaze. Marla only winced a bit at the pounding her back seemed to get when she finally realized the act was over with.

"You know I hear beds are quite comfortable to have devastatingly great sex on." Marla pressed her thumb lightly under her lover's chin for a quick second. He didn't look to her, his hands were pressed on either side as if he were about to do a push up. She looked to see his pants were still not completely off, just around his ankles. She pressed a hand to his chest feeling a quick purring moan gather in her throat. "However I don't see how it can get much better than this."

"Better at everything." Khan mused with a soft chuckle. He watched her begin to sit up as he slid off the table. He stayed her placing each of his palms on her thighs. "Don't get dressed quite yet." His eyes gazed over her. "I'd like to have a proper look."

Marla waited watching his eyes look over every imperfect freckle on her body. She wasn't like him physically. Her breasts were perfectly sized. Her abs weren't flat and muscular. Her complexion wasn't perfectly pale. No, Marla was a woman with meat on her, curves on her waist and in her chest. Many guys found that appealing however when someone truly looked her over she knew what they saw. She wasn't one to exercise her body, her mind was more important. She had fat on her. She had break outs and freckles on her shoulder blades most days. Her skin was more bronze then it was pale, something that was clear with her health improved. Yet the augment smoothed his hands over her thighs almost lovingly.

"I suppose the need outweighs the want at times." Marla concluded when she realized Khan's need for sexual gratification may have caused him not to truly look at what he was desiring in that moment. His eyes had been at her toes, wiggling about in a stretch.

"Do not mistake this for a want, Lieutenant McGivers." All the niceness was gone from his voice. "This is simply a need for me. A release." His fingers skated across her bare center causing her toes to curl.

"I have to disagree with you there, Commander." Marla felt a smugness burrow deep within her. "Releasing is called for in times of stress." She felt that his pulse was steady and relaxed. She looked into his eyes. "You've never had a moment where you thought you were truthfully done for. Because you always win. You are always better." He looked her over and she saw him try to find a reason to speak against those words. She brought her hand to his face instead smiling at the fact they were both getting what they wanted in that moment and from that moment on.