A Pragmatic Theory of Truth - 21/25
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leandraholmesTitle: A Pragmatic Theory of Truth
Chapter: 21 of 25 (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20)
Word count: 3367 (~ 55,000 in total)
Authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
petbubble and leandralocke
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG - NC-17
Summary: One and a half years before the destruction of Vulcan, Spock meets an extraordinary young cadet during a lecture at Starfleet Academy. Their initial encounter is brief but intense, and affects both of them in ways they could never have imagined.
Authors' notes Thanks toblueeyed_secret for beta-reading.
This is our first multi-chapter Spock/Uhura fic, but it has been completed for a while. We are currently already working on follow-ups, so there's no need to worry that this might never be completed. We're just editing it chapter by chapter and having it beta-read now and should post a new chapter every few days.
The story is also online at Fanfiction.net
She lay in his arms on the wide bed, their legs tangled together. This time it had been Spock who had suggested they meet, sending a message to her PADD earlier that afternoon, and he had arrived at the apartment almost immediately after she had, as though he had been waiting around for her. They’d briefly exchanged pleasantries before he had bent towards her and kissed her, his lips firm yet insistent against hers.
Nyota was slowly getting to recognize Spock’s – well, she wouldn’t describe them as emotional states, because, being Vulcan he just didn’t display emotions like humans did, but she was starting to recognize his moods, for want of a better description. For example she was learning that his slightly raised eyebrow usually meant that he was intrigued or amused by something that she had said or done. Today though she had felt some kind of... impatience, and also a hesitancy as he'd kissed her. Almost as though he hadn’t seen her for a long time. This new ‘mood’ had meant she had taken his hand and led him to the bedroom instead of the lounge. She was still intending to stick to the rules, but recognized that he - well that both of them needed something different today. Something more intimate.
So here they were, tangled together on the bedding, as his fingertips drew gentle circles across the naked skin of her upper arm between their kisses. Without her invitation, however, his hand never moved further than over her arms and up to her face, stroking her hair and brushing a stray strand behind her ear. His touch was gentle, careful and slow as he traced the outlines of her ears, but there was something slightly more intense in his gaze as he followed his fingers' movements or looked into her eyes a moment longer than usual before he leaned in to capture her lips in a sweet and patient kiss.
“Mmm,” she sighed softly, stretching her leg against his as she felt the warmth from his body spread into hers. She still wasn’t totally used to the difference in their body temperature but his heat was becoming more familiar to her, and there had been occasions over the last week when she had been in her own bed and missed it.
She opened her eyes to see him gazing at her again, and wondered what he was seeing. It was almost as if he was trying to capture every expression that crossed her face, and though the intensity didn’t bother her, she was a little confused. Speaking softly, almost a whisper, she asked “Is everything okay, Spock? Nothing’s bothering you, is it?”
“No, everything is fine,” he replied in a calm and even tone like he mostly spoke, just a bit quieter. There was, however, a tiny twitch around the corner of his mouth for a short moment, making it look almost as if he was smiling a little. “Why do you assume that something is troubling me?” he asked then, one eyebrow slightly raised. His hand, however, didn't stop caressing her arm and shoulder.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. If she was honest there wasn’t any one thing that he had done that had confused her. She just had a sense that something had changed in him, and just needed to confirm for herself that it wasn’t anything bad... nothing that might end what they had together. As she thought this her heart skipped a quick beat and she wondered why she felt a little anxious at the thought that what they had might end. Kissing him softly she continued. “I just thought something was a little different with you, and I was just checking you – we – were okay.”
“I believe we are,” he said then, still that look on his face when he regarded her that she could not quite put into words. His gaze seemed to caress her features as he had already done many times, studying her and her reactions, but this time it seemed less observant, more... cherishing.
She loved the feel of his hands on her skin, his lips on her mouth... plus the way he made her feel when they were more intimate. She remembered their last time together, on the couch and the way he had showed that amazing self control, and blushed slightly, suddenly aware how closely they were lying together.
The tenderness in his gaze changed then, not vanishing but intensifying and he laid one hand around her waist and pulled her even closer toward him, his lips hot against hers when he kissed her deeper than the moments before. He breathed in through his nostrils when their bodies moved closer against each other in the middle, and it was almost a sigh that left his lips when he broke the kiss again, resting his forehead against hers, guiding her hips to move away from his again with one hand.
Her breath came a little heavier, a flush creeping over her chest as they parted. She had definitely felt something then when Spock had pulled her closer. Even though they were just kissing, he was definitely getting aroused, and it was almost as though he both wanted and didn’t want her to know. She realized then that he was doing his best to stick to their – her – rules. Amazed again at his level of self-control, she leaned forwards and teased his bottom lip slightly with her tongue, smiling a little as she felt his sharp intake of breath. She felt herself get hornier knowing that she had this effect on him, and that he wasn’t going to pressure her. Somehow that feeling of... power woke something inside her, and she made a decision.
Running her hand over his chest, she kissed him deeply, almost hungrily and was rewarded with a low growl from him. Smiling a little she lifted her head and with a mischievous smirk she ran her hand down his body, over his waistband and down over the growing bulge in his pants. “Well, hello there,” she purred slightly as her hand slowly rubbed over that sensitive area.
She was rewarded with another sound from him, half a growl, half a trembling sigh coming from his parted lips. His eyelids fluttered slightly, and she felt his lower body rise against her touch, his head pressing back into the pillow, his breath going faster...
Within less than a second his body stilled and his hand reached for her wrist, holding it in a firm, almost forceful grasp. It loosened immediately as he read the surprised look on her features, but he shook his head. “I don't believe this is a wise thing to do, given the rules,” he said then, and there was no reproachfulness in his tone or expression. He was just simply stating the facts and analyzing them logically.
Looking at him, then at his hand round her wrist, then back at him, Nyota swallowed before answering. Her mouth was dry, and she wasn’t sure whether it was from the heat in the room, or something else, but she knew exactly what she wanted. What she wanted to do for him.
“Screw the rules, Spock,” she replied, her eyes narrowing slightly as she continued voice low and hoarse with lust. “Screw all the rules. Now give me my hand back.”
He looked at her for a long moment then, his forehead furrowed as he still held on to her hand, now, however, drawing small circles around her inner wrist with his thumb. “Are you certain?”
She was surprised at the sudden change in his voice, not calm and cool anymore but almost raspy, deeper and slightly trembling with what could only be anticipation.
Part of her wanted to just tear their clothes off there and then and lose all sense of herself in his arms, to feel him inside her. A larger part, though, was still hesitant. She wanted him, felt lust for him build whenever they touched, whenever they kissed. After just a few weeks, he knew her probably better than any of her previous boyfriends had in the same span of time. Hell, one had called her “Neeta” for the 2 months they’d been together, and thought her idea of a good time was a hotdog followed by mediocre sex.
She knew then, that whatever happened tonight, she didn’t want to... no, she didn’t need to have sex with Spock. He wasn’t giving her any ultimatums, no signals that he felt she was a tease or taking too long to ‘put out’. He was just letting her take her time... letting her make the decisions for them both, according to her readiness.
Holding his gaze she lowered her head and kissed the fingers he had wrapped gently round her wrist. “I’m... certain. I don’t want sex, but everything else can go to hell, Spock.”
He raised an eyebrow again, but this time it was a slow, deliberate movement, one that he so often displayed when she guessed he was... well, the Vulcan equivalent for being amused – probably at her choice of words. His fingers let go of her wrist, yet they lingered on her lower arm for a moment, fingertips slowly running up her arm, over her shoulder, neck and up to her cheek. “Whatever you wish,” he said earnestly, no trace of teasing or sarcasm in his tone. “I have no objections.” Maybe a tiny hint of dry humor.
Pleased that he hadn’t tried to talk her out of it she stretched her head towards him and kissed him again, pushing his head back against the pillow. Her hand returned to his pants, and she ran her fingers along his growing erection. Teasing his lips with her tongue, she stared into his eyes as her fingers felt for the buttons on his pants. Then she slipped her hand inside, spreading her fingers a little.
She sighed as she felt his length under her fingers, through the thin fabric of his underwear. She knew he'd been aroused many times over the last few weeks but somehow he'd always managed to control his physical responses so now, actually feeling him under her hand, this felt more real to her, a part of him she hadn’t thought she’d missed.
Sucking gently on his bottom lip, she pulled away from him and moved down the bed, climbing over his legs until she knelt between them. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his pants and tugged gently. Too gently in fact, as they barely moved an inch. Growling softly in frustration she started to tug more forcefully on them and looked up at Spock. Laughing a little she blushed. “Shit...we seem to have a pants malfunction.”
Suddenly, she felt his hand at her wrist again, a lot gentler this time than the last, however. As she looked up at him there was, despite the look of lustful anticipation, a very calm expression on his features. “I had assumed it should be me being impatient,” he said softly and then reached for the zipper of his pants, opening it with what looked like little resistance of the material. His hand reached for her shoulder then, caressing Nyota's skin softly before he threaded his fingers into her long hair with so much gentleness that was remarkable given the circumstances.
Tilting her head a little into his grasp, she found that she was able to pull Spock’s pants down much easier now, and laughed a little to herself at her ‘rookie’ mistake. Licking her lips as she saw him straining against the fabric of his underwear she ran a single finger down the side, a shiver of anticipation making its way down her spine. It had been a while since she had done this for anyone, but she wanted to thank him... treat him the way he’d treated her.
She leaned forwards and softly kissed his smooth stomach, her tongue moving in small hot circles over his skin, round his belly button and down that dark strip of coarse hair towards his waistband. His skin tasted similar to how he smelled... musky, male yet very, very alien. Hooking her fingers in the elasticized waistband of his underwear she looked up to see him watching her. Smiling she dipped her head and slowly ran her tongue up his hard length, the fabric rough and creating a level of friction.
A very low but faint, trembling groan left his parted lips, and his forehead lay in deep creases now. But his eyes remained open, watching her from beneath slightly lowered eyelids. She felt his hip rise again, just barely an inch, to encourage but not urge her to go on. His hand still was in her hair, gently playing with the long strands, caressing them with patient tenderness.
Sliding her hands to his hips she pulled gently on his underwear, her fingers grazing his skin. As the fabric slid down, his erection was released and she breathed out a moan as she saw it spring up from his body. As she stared at it, her hands gently squeezed his thighs before moving up both his legs. Her fingers trembled slightly as she moved one hand closer, resting it near, not on his hardness, her thumb gently stroking the base.
Her mouth suddenly flooded with saliva, as if in anticipation of what she was about to do and she smiled, wondering irrationally whether Vulcan penises worked like human ones. They certainly looked the same – similar, even if Spock seemed to be on the more endowed end of the scale compared to other men Nyota had known. Plus she had experienced no differences when they’d had sex previously. Trying to not giggle at her own thoughts, she licked her lips well and lowered her head.
Her hand held him firmly as she let her tongue slide up his full length, leaving a wet trail of saliva before she sucked gently on the tip. She closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the feel of him in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head in small random patterns before sucking on him again, this time harder. She kept her mouth closed, her lips tight against his hard flesh and moved her head up and down slightly. Her hand stroked his base as she did this, and she moaned as she felt him twitch slightly.
Most human men would at this point already be bucking their hips to meet her mouth, moan loudly, twist their fingers into her hair with need and impatience. Simply because they, naturally, lacked control in these situations. Not Spock, however. Strangely, his absence of strong reactions did not feel like he was enjoying it less. His eyes had fallen shut, only fluttered open every now and then to look down at her, his lips were slightly open, releasing quicker, deeper breaths. Goosebumps covered the skin of his stomach. His hips moved, in perfection of a rhythm that allowed her to adjust, or rather adjusted precisely to hers. His reactions were as wild and unrestrained as they could get for a Vulcan. For Spock.
In fact the total absence of ‘normal’ human male reaction aroused Nyota even more, and she had to fight to keep control, to keep the rhythm of her mouth and hand steady. Her other hand lay on his hip, her nails scratching him gently as she watched him, increasing the pressure of her mouth slightly as she felt him move under her.
A louder sound left his lips then, deep and almost animal-like, a low, guttural growl. The muscles in his lower body tightened, and once more his hand stopped her further movements as he brought it to her chin to make her look up.
“Nyota,” he started, voice soft but raspy. “You can stop.”
She knew exactly what he was doing – not asking her to stop because he wasn’t enjoying himself, but giving her fair warning that he was almost... there. She paused slightly, looking up at him, unsure for a second what she wanted to do. Then she saw the expression in his eyes and made her decision.
Smiling as best she could, she shook her head and saw that he understood her. Swirling her tongue around the head again, she sucked steadily, her hand gripping the base of his erection firmly, almost painfully she thought, but Spock wasn’t complaining. The fingers of her other hand tightened their grip on his hip, her nails digging into his skin as she felt him twitch again in her mouth.
As he climaxed, she felt his hips tense and then she tasted him, hot and slightly bitter, though not unpleasantly so. Closing her eyes she heard him groan as she swallowed on reflex, continuing to rub him with her hand as she held her head still, waiting until he had finished.
His hip jerked slightly, moving up and holding a final time as a last, low groan came over his lips, followed by deep and even breathing just a moment later. His body relaxed beneath her, and she felt him slowly softening, still in her mouth before she released him to look back up into his face. His eyes were fully open now again, yet still somewhat dreamy – or something similar. And there it was again, this tiniest, barely even noticeable hint of a smile one could only name such after knowing Spock for a while. His fingertips wandered over her face, barely even touching, his index slowly caressing her lower lip then.
“Thank you,” he said then, his voice not much more than a whisper now.
She kissed the tip of his finger softly, before moving up the bed to lie next to him, propping herself up on her elbow. “No thanks necessary, Spock,” she said quietly, “But you’re welcome, sweetheart.” Even though she was still aroused, she felt more content, especially seeing him so relaxed and, well happy. She watched his face, her fingers tracing his brows and over his cheeks, down to his lips, trying to remember what he looked like right now. Another expression to consider and ‘catalog’ so that she was able to recognize it in future.
He only briefly reached between them and closed his pants again before his hand found hers. He kissed her fingers, same as she had just done. Then his hand traveled to her face once more, and only a short moment later she felt the strange but these days somewhat more familiar sensation of a part of him in her mind as he touched her temple. She felt gratefulness, contentment, but also something else that was directed at her. It was an alien feeling, one she could not name or compare to any of her own precisely, but it was deep and primal, tingling in her head, and from there through her whole body as he projected it.
He leaned in and kissed her then, his hand leaving her face to gently wrap around her back, caressing her sides, hip and upper thigh.
“I believe I should return the favor?” he asked then, raising one of his eyebrows ever so slightly, making it seem less a question asked out of obligation but more like something he offered gladly.
She laughed lightly then, more at the formality of the language he had used than the query itself. Her head still tingled from the unusual feeling that had been projected, and though she knew, somehow, that it was unique between them both she was puzzled about the meaning behind it. However she didn’t have a chance to think about it much longer that evening as she was suddenly aware of Spock’s fingertips tickling the skin at her waist, the sensation of the warm tips causing goosebumps to appear on her arms, and her cheeks to flush.
She leaned forwards to kiss him, smiling as she saw his eyebrow raised slightly.
“Well, if you insist, Spock.”
~ TBC ~
Chapter 22
Chapter: 21 of 25 (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20)
Word count: 3367 (~ 55,000 in total)
Authors:
petbubble and leandralockeGenre: Romance
Rating: PG - NC-17
Summary: One and a half years before the destruction of Vulcan, Spock meets an extraordinary young cadet during a lecture at Starfleet Academy. Their initial encounter is brief but intense, and affects both of them in ways they could never have imagined.
Authors' notes Thanks to
blueeyed_secret for beta-reading. This is our first multi-chapter Spock/Uhura fic, but it has been completed for a while. We are currently already working on follow-ups, so there's no need to worry that this might never be completed. We're just editing it chapter by chapter and having it beta-read now and should post a new chapter every few days.
The story is also online at Fanfiction.net
She lay in his arms on the wide bed, their legs tangled together. This time it had been Spock who had suggested they meet, sending a message to her PADD earlier that afternoon, and he had arrived at the apartment almost immediately after she had, as though he had been waiting around for her. They’d briefly exchanged pleasantries before he had bent towards her and kissed her, his lips firm yet insistent against hers.
Nyota was slowly getting to recognize Spock’s – well, she wouldn’t describe them as emotional states, because, being Vulcan he just didn’t display emotions like humans did, but she was starting to recognize his moods, for want of a better description. For example she was learning that his slightly raised eyebrow usually meant that he was intrigued or amused by something that she had said or done. Today though she had felt some kind of... impatience, and also a hesitancy as he'd kissed her. Almost as though he hadn’t seen her for a long time. This new ‘mood’ had meant she had taken his hand and led him to the bedroom instead of the lounge. She was still intending to stick to the rules, but recognized that he - well that both of them needed something different today. Something more intimate.
So here they were, tangled together on the bedding, as his fingertips drew gentle circles across the naked skin of her upper arm between their kisses. Without her invitation, however, his hand never moved further than over her arms and up to her face, stroking her hair and brushing a stray strand behind her ear. His touch was gentle, careful and slow as he traced the outlines of her ears, but there was something slightly more intense in his gaze as he followed his fingers' movements or looked into her eyes a moment longer than usual before he leaned in to capture her lips in a sweet and patient kiss.
“Mmm,” she sighed softly, stretching her leg against his as she felt the warmth from his body spread into hers. She still wasn’t totally used to the difference in their body temperature but his heat was becoming more familiar to her, and there had been occasions over the last week when she had been in her own bed and missed it.
She opened her eyes to see him gazing at her again, and wondered what he was seeing. It was almost as if he was trying to capture every expression that crossed her face, and though the intensity didn’t bother her, she was a little confused. Speaking softly, almost a whisper, she asked “Is everything okay, Spock? Nothing’s bothering you, is it?”
“No, everything is fine,” he replied in a calm and even tone like he mostly spoke, just a bit quieter. There was, however, a tiny twitch around the corner of his mouth for a short moment, making it look almost as if he was smiling a little. “Why do you assume that something is troubling me?” he asked then, one eyebrow slightly raised. His hand, however, didn't stop caressing her arm and shoulder.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. If she was honest there wasn’t any one thing that he had done that had confused her. She just had a sense that something had changed in him, and just needed to confirm for herself that it wasn’t anything bad... nothing that might end what they had together. As she thought this her heart skipped a quick beat and she wondered why she felt a little anxious at the thought that what they had might end. Kissing him softly she continued. “I just thought something was a little different with you, and I was just checking you – we – were okay.”
“I believe we are,” he said then, still that look on his face when he regarded her that she could not quite put into words. His gaze seemed to caress her features as he had already done many times, studying her and her reactions, but this time it seemed less observant, more... cherishing.
She loved the feel of his hands on her skin, his lips on her mouth... plus the way he made her feel when they were more intimate. She remembered their last time together, on the couch and the way he had showed that amazing self control, and blushed slightly, suddenly aware how closely they were lying together.
The tenderness in his gaze changed then, not vanishing but intensifying and he laid one hand around her waist and pulled her even closer toward him, his lips hot against hers when he kissed her deeper than the moments before. He breathed in through his nostrils when their bodies moved closer against each other in the middle, and it was almost a sigh that left his lips when he broke the kiss again, resting his forehead against hers, guiding her hips to move away from his again with one hand.
Her breath came a little heavier, a flush creeping over her chest as they parted. She had definitely felt something then when Spock had pulled her closer. Even though they were just kissing, he was definitely getting aroused, and it was almost as though he both wanted and didn’t want her to know. She realized then that he was doing his best to stick to their – her – rules. Amazed again at his level of self-control, she leaned forwards and teased his bottom lip slightly with her tongue, smiling a little as she felt his sharp intake of breath. She felt herself get hornier knowing that she had this effect on him, and that he wasn’t going to pressure her. Somehow that feeling of... power woke something inside her, and she made a decision.
Running her hand over his chest, she kissed him deeply, almost hungrily and was rewarded with a low growl from him. Smiling a little she lifted her head and with a mischievous smirk she ran her hand down his body, over his waistband and down over the growing bulge in his pants. “Well, hello there,” she purred slightly as her hand slowly rubbed over that sensitive area.
She was rewarded with another sound from him, half a growl, half a trembling sigh coming from his parted lips. His eyelids fluttered slightly, and she felt his lower body rise against her touch, his head pressing back into the pillow, his breath going faster...
Within less than a second his body stilled and his hand reached for her wrist, holding it in a firm, almost forceful grasp. It loosened immediately as he read the surprised look on her features, but he shook his head. “I don't believe this is a wise thing to do, given the rules,” he said then, and there was no reproachfulness in his tone or expression. He was just simply stating the facts and analyzing them logically.
Looking at him, then at his hand round her wrist, then back at him, Nyota swallowed before answering. Her mouth was dry, and she wasn’t sure whether it was from the heat in the room, or something else, but she knew exactly what she wanted. What she wanted to do for him.
“Screw the rules, Spock,” she replied, her eyes narrowing slightly as she continued voice low and hoarse with lust. “Screw all the rules. Now give me my hand back.”
He looked at her for a long moment then, his forehead furrowed as he still held on to her hand, now, however, drawing small circles around her inner wrist with his thumb. “Are you certain?”
She was surprised at the sudden change in his voice, not calm and cool anymore but almost raspy, deeper and slightly trembling with what could only be anticipation.
Part of her wanted to just tear their clothes off there and then and lose all sense of herself in his arms, to feel him inside her. A larger part, though, was still hesitant. She wanted him, felt lust for him build whenever they touched, whenever they kissed. After just a few weeks, he knew her probably better than any of her previous boyfriends had in the same span of time. Hell, one had called her “Neeta” for the 2 months they’d been together, and thought her idea of a good time was a hotdog followed by mediocre sex.
She knew then, that whatever happened tonight, she didn’t want to... no, she didn’t need to have sex with Spock. He wasn’t giving her any ultimatums, no signals that he felt she was a tease or taking too long to ‘put out’. He was just letting her take her time... letting her make the decisions for them both, according to her readiness.
Holding his gaze she lowered her head and kissed the fingers he had wrapped gently round her wrist. “I’m... certain. I don’t want sex, but everything else can go to hell, Spock.”
He raised an eyebrow again, but this time it was a slow, deliberate movement, one that he so often displayed when she guessed he was... well, the Vulcan equivalent for being amused – probably at her choice of words. His fingers let go of her wrist, yet they lingered on her lower arm for a moment, fingertips slowly running up her arm, over her shoulder, neck and up to her cheek. “Whatever you wish,” he said earnestly, no trace of teasing or sarcasm in his tone. “I have no objections.” Maybe a tiny hint of dry humor.
Pleased that he hadn’t tried to talk her out of it she stretched her head towards him and kissed him again, pushing his head back against the pillow. Her hand returned to his pants, and she ran her fingers along his growing erection. Teasing his lips with her tongue, she stared into his eyes as her fingers felt for the buttons on his pants. Then she slipped her hand inside, spreading her fingers a little.
She sighed as she felt his length under her fingers, through the thin fabric of his underwear. She knew he'd been aroused many times over the last few weeks but somehow he'd always managed to control his physical responses so now, actually feeling him under her hand, this felt more real to her, a part of him she hadn’t thought she’d missed.
Sucking gently on his bottom lip, she pulled away from him and moved down the bed, climbing over his legs until she knelt between them. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his pants and tugged gently. Too gently in fact, as they barely moved an inch. Growling softly in frustration she started to tug more forcefully on them and looked up at Spock. Laughing a little she blushed. “Shit...we seem to have a pants malfunction.”
Suddenly, she felt his hand at her wrist again, a lot gentler this time than the last, however. As she looked up at him there was, despite the look of lustful anticipation, a very calm expression on his features. “I had assumed it should be me being impatient,” he said softly and then reached for the zipper of his pants, opening it with what looked like little resistance of the material. His hand reached for her shoulder then, caressing Nyota's skin softly before he threaded his fingers into her long hair with so much gentleness that was remarkable given the circumstances.
Tilting her head a little into his grasp, she found that she was able to pull Spock’s pants down much easier now, and laughed a little to herself at her ‘rookie’ mistake. Licking her lips as she saw him straining against the fabric of his underwear she ran a single finger down the side, a shiver of anticipation making its way down her spine. It had been a while since she had done this for anyone, but she wanted to thank him... treat him the way he’d treated her.
She leaned forwards and softly kissed his smooth stomach, her tongue moving in small hot circles over his skin, round his belly button and down that dark strip of coarse hair towards his waistband. His skin tasted similar to how he smelled... musky, male yet very, very alien. Hooking her fingers in the elasticized waistband of his underwear she looked up to see him watching her. Smiling she dipped her head and slowly ran her tongue up his hard length, the fabric rough and creating a level of friction.
A very low but faint, trembling groan left his parted lips, and his forehead lay in deep creases now. But his eyes remained open, watching her from beneath slightly lowered eyelids. She felt his hip rise again, just barely an inch, to encourage but not urge her to go on. His hand still was in her hair, gently playing with the long strands, caressing them with patient tenderness.
Sliding her hands to his hips she pulled gently on his underwear, her fingers grazing his skin. As the fabric slid down, his erection was released and she breathed out a moan as she saw it spring up from his body. As she stared at it, her hands gently squeezed his thighs before moving up both his legs. Her fingers trembled slightly as she moved one hand closer, resting it near, not on his hardness, her thumb gently stroking the base.
Her mouth suddenly flooded with saliva, as if in anticipation of what she was about to do and she smiled, wondering irrationally whether Vulcan penises worked like human ones. They certainly looked the same – similar, even if Spock seemed to be on the more endowed end of the scale compared to other men Nyota had known. Plus she had experienced no differences when they’d had sex previously. Trying to not giggle at her own thoughts, she licked her lips well and lowered her head.
Her hand held him firmly as she let her tongue slide up his full length, leaving a wet trail of saliva before she sucked gently on the tip. She closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the feel of him in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head in small random patterns before sucking on him again, this time harder. She kept her mouth closed, her lips tight against his hard flesh and moved her head up and down slightly. Her hand stroked his base as she did this, and she moaned as she felt him twitch slightly.
Most human men would at this point already be bucking their hips to meet her mouth, moan loudly, twist their fingers into her hair with need and impatience. Simply because they, naturally, lacked control in these situations. Not Spock, however. Strangely, his absence of strong reactions did not feel like he was enjoying it less. His eyes had fallen shut, only fluttered open every now and then to look down at her, his lips were slightly open, releasing quicker, deeper breaths. Goosebumps covered the skin of his stomach. His hips moved, in perfection of a rhythm that allowed her to adjust, or rather adjusted precisely to hers. His reactions were as wild and unrestrained as they could get for a Vulcan. For Spock.
In fact the total absence of ‘normal’ human male reaction aroused Nyota even more, and she had to fight to keep control, to keep the rhythm of her mouth and hand steady. Her other hand lay on his hip, her nails scratching him gently as she watched him, increasing the pressure of her mouth slightly as she felt him move under her.
A louder sound left his lips then, deep and almost animal-like, a low, guttural growl. The muscles in his lower body tightened, and once more his hand stopped her further movements as he brought it to her chin to make her look up.
“Nyota,” he started, voice soft but raspy. “You can stop.”
She knew exactly what he was doing – not asking her to stop because he wasn’t enjoying himself, but giving her fair warning that he was almost... there. She paused slightly, looking up at him, unsure for a second what she wanted to do. Then she saw the expression in his eyes and made her decision.
Smiling as best she could, she shook her head and saw that he understood her. Swirling her tongue around the head again, she sucked steadily, her hand gripping the base of his erection firmly, almost painfully she thought, but Spock wasn’t complaining. The fingers of her other hand tightened their grip on his hip, her nails digging into his skin as she felt him twitch again in her mouth.
As he climaxed, she felt his hips tense and then she tasted him, hot and slightly bitter, though not unpleasantly so. Closing her eyes she heard him groan as she swallowed on reflex, continuing to rub him with her hand as she held her head still, waiting until he had finished.
His hip jerked slightly, moving up and holding a final time as a last, low groan came over his lips, followed by deep and even breathing just a moment later. His body relaxed beneath her, and she felt him slowly softening, still in her mouth before she released him to look back up into his face. His eyes were fully open now again, yet still somewhat dreamy – or something similar. And there it was again, this tiniest, barely even noticeable hint of a smile one could only name such after knowing Spock for a while. His fingertips wandered over her face, barely even touching, his index slowly caressing her lower lip then.
“Thank you,” he said then, his voice not much more than a whisper now.
She kissed the tip of his finger softly, before moving up the bed to lie next to him, propping herself up on her elbow. “No thanks necessary, Spock,” she said quietly, “But you’re welcome, sweetheart.” Even though she was still aroused, she felt more content, especially seeing him so relaxed and, well happy. She watched his face, her fingers tracing his brows and over his cheeks, down to his lips, trying to remember what he looked like right now. Another expression to consider and ‘catalog’ so that she was able to recognize it in future.
He only briefly reached between them and closed his pants again before his hand found hers. He kissed her fingers, same as she had just done. Then his hand traveled to her face once more, and only a short moment later she felt the strange but these days somewhat more familiar sensation of a part of him in her mind as he touched her temple. She felt gratefulness, contentment, but also something else that was directed at her. It was an alien feeling, one she could not name or compare to any of her own precisely, but it was deep and primal, tingling in her head, and from there through her whole body as he projected it.
He leaned in and kissed her then, his hand leaving her face to gently wrap around her back, caressing her sides, hip and upper thigh.
“I believe I should return the favor?” he asked then, raising one of his eyebrows ever so slightly, making it seem less a question asked out of obligation but more like something he offered gladly.
She laughed lightly then, more at the formality of the language he had used than the query itself. Her head still tingled from the unusual feeling that had been projected, and though she knew, somehow, that it was unique between them both she was puzzled about the meaning behind it. However she didn’t have a chance to think about it much longer that evening as she was suddenly aware of Spock’s fingertips tickling the skin at her waist, the sensation of the warm tips causing goosebumps to appear on her arms, and her cheeks to flush.
She leaned forwards to kiss him, smiling as she saw his eyebrow raised slightly.
“Well, if you insist, Spock.”
~ TBC ~
Chapter 22
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Date: 2010-07-13 07:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-13 07:07 pm (UTC)LOL. Eerr, was the way we wrote it somehow misleading or do you just have a slightly strange but funny imagination? *g*
And thanks for reviewing. You seem to be pretty much the only one on LJ that still does *sigh* Which I hope is due to the fact that people don't know what to say anymore but are still reading...
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Date: 2010-07-13 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-13 07:26 pm (UTC)Well, you may have a silly imagination, I have a vivid one ;-) Always immediately have to imagine everything haha.
And aww thanks. It's only 4 more chapters though, but we're already working on the sequel. Although that might take a while since we currentl also have other projects ;-) But it probably won't take TOO long.
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Date: 2010-07-13 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-14 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-15 04:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-22 06:30 am (UTC)as smutty as this story is the writing is well done.
i'd like to see how this story ends.
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