Slow Way Home
Chapter 11

[Day 18 of 45]
-Warning: Not meant for anyone under the age of 18, or those who do not like Mature content… or an attempt at it since I'm not sure if I'm capable of it-

Jim was tired as she walked into her quarters. Dealing with infidelity by one of her subordinates, a small fire in one of the bays, and two lieutenants getting into a fist fight the day before left her tired, and needing to relieve stress somehow.

Part of her wanted to collapse in bed, forget her problems and the day that wouldn't end. The other wanted to relieve the stress she was feeling right then. If it was earth she could go for a run, or she could go to the gym and spar, but another option hung just outside of her purview.

As if sensing her frustration, Spock appeared in the doorway, stripping off his shirt and grabbing for another.

Needing stress relief she stood up and walked toward him. He was distracted by his search for a shirt that he didn't notice her strip out of her shirt, or her shorts and underwear. Every movement had his muscles flexing. Her husband was well built. He always had been but it seemed age had only made him better.

She walked up to him and ran a hand down his back. He'd finally found a shirt and turned to look at her. Jim noted the shirt slipped from his grip and shock flitted through their bond. Shock and lust.

Moving to her toes she pressed a kiss into his lips while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her bare body ran across his cooler chest. She always forgot that Vulcans ran just slightly lower than humans… despite the ignorant who swore they had to be hotter. They were from a Dessert world after all. But his cool skin felt good to her.

His tongue slid against hers as his arms moved to wrap at her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Their mouths fought for dominance as she stepped back, pulling him with her arms. They walked backward toward the bed until her knees struck the edge. Then he lowered her, hovering, the fingers of his left hand sliding over her skin barely touching her.

There was electricity in those touches, and she moved her mouth, moving it down his neck while moving him so that she wasn't beneath him. They were fully on the bed and she straddled him. She removed his pants and saw his cock straining and erect. He was already hard for her – just as turned on as she was.

Sliding her hand along his chest he groaned, but he watched her. His brown eyes knew her, saw as she moved until she was aligned with him.

Neither needed anymore foreplay. They were ready. So she impaled himself on her cock and a guttural moan escaped his lips… and hers if she was truly honest. He actually sat up, changing the angle but plunging him deeper within her. She groaned again.

Then they set a bruising rhythm, neither in control. They let their bodies take over, their rational minds disappearing. There was kissing, heaving breathing/panting, a lot of fighting for dominance as he'd flip her without breaking connection then her flipping him back.

They both came multiple times that night. When all was said and done she laid there with her head on his chest, feeling sated and relaxed.

"I've missed this," she told him and his hand brushed across her temple, brushing a strand of hair from in front of her face. "Missed you." Then she looked up at him. He leaned down, kissing her chastely.

"I am here and do not plan to leave you again," he informed her. She just smiled. Her eyes closing. She was lulled to sleep by the steady beat of his heart.