"The Appointed Place"
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Title: "The Appointed Place"
Pairing K/S
Rating NC-17
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By the start of Alpha shift we were ready to leave orbit and go to
Altair. Spock said he was ready to be back at his station but I could
feel him in the back of my mind. Things were far from normal. It was
pretty clear to me that his Time, as he called it had only been
delayed-at best, probably only a few days, at worst, a few hours.I
turned the conn over to him, not saying where I was going, and he took
over without complaint. I sent as much reassurance as I could over the
link. It was going to be interesting, living with that in my head from
now on.
One thing I was sure of was that this was permanent. This wasn't going
to be a brief affair. No love 'em and leave 'em. But I was ready for
it.
I got back to my quarters and routed a call back to Vulcan. T'Pau was
surprised to see I was alive, and I was surprised she hadn't shut me
off immediately. Apparently she'd felt and recognized what Spock
hadn't-the link already formed between us. I told her that Vulcan
secrets or no, I needed information, and as Spock's Intended-no, his
bondmate-I was entitled to them. She sighed and conceded the necessity,
and sent me a packet. I spent the next hour studying it.
Not just anatomy-I was beginning to understand that, feeling what he
felt-but also the traditions, the rituals, that hemmed in this
necessary time. Spock was afraid he'd hurt me. But he needn't. The
bond, once made, works like a kind of feedback device. Even in his
Time, he can't hurt his partner without hurting himself. And
receptivity of the partner calms the male, apparently, even in his
madness. The one thing I was sure of was that for the next few days
after it started, we'd need solitude and isolation-and I'd need
lubricant and a regen kit, and food and water present. He wouldn't eat or drink until it passed-but I'd need to.
I stopped by sickbay and filled Bones in. This was going to have to be
kept discreet. Bonded couples did serve together, but they were the
exception, not the rule-and I was going to still be Captain of the
ship, and my husband was going to still be my subordinate. And I'd
still have to make the tough decisions, sometimes send him into danger.
I thought I could handle that, just like I had with Gary, but I knew it
was going to be harder on both of us. But it wasn't like we had a
choice. This man was It, for me. For the first time in my life I was
certain of that one thing. The bond gave us that much, at least.
For the rest of it, we'd have to take it all one step at a time.
I also talked to Scotty. Bless his heart. He didn't bat an eye. He was
not only willing to take the conn for us, but to crawl back to Altair
at sublight speeds to give us the time we needed, and he offered me a
drink from his private stash. I took what he called "a wee dram". Any
more and I'd be flat on my posterior, and we still had some work to
do. Scotty decided that StarFleet would hear of a slight engine
malfunction. If anyone could make that stick, he could.
So I set up the supplies I'd need and made them portable. I wasn't
sure if we were going to be in his quarters or mine. They were both
the same size-as was the bunk. I figured we'd have to get that
changed later. No real time right now.
But I reckoned without Scotty. What a friend.By the time I got back to
my quarters, there was a new and larger bed there. Oh, not full size-no
room for it-but definitely an improvement over the standard single. So
I guess it was going to be my quarters.
I dialed up the heat and called for Spock to join me. I could feel he
was getting antsy, even though what we had wasn't yet a full Bond. It was hard to miss even with just that link we had.
And when the door slid open and he came in, his eyes were glittering.
Not quite as diamond hard as they'd looked the day before, but it was
pretty clear his hold on his sanity was weakening. And I saw fear.
Fear for me.
I opened my arms. "C'mere, you." The hot body slid into them like he'd
always been there, and he was kissing me and Oh My Gods, the scent of
him, the taste of him. And I could feel his thoughts. Need, fear,
delight, wonder, all in layers. I don't think I'd ever been that
thoroughly kissed in my life. When humans kiss, as a rule, they always
have a portion of their thoughts on something else. Comparisons.
Shopping lists. Techniques. Whatever. But when Spock kissed me his
whole being was centered on me. And I couldn't help but return the
favor.
I came up for air after what seemed like an eternity and put the
privacy lock on the door. Red Alert wasn't going to get us
out of here before it was over. Thank Murphy we were in a quiet sector of space. We'd need it to stay quiet.
We didn't need many words. I knew what to do by then and so did
he, but we had to sit down before we could fall down. He put his
fingers on the meld points on my face, and I returned the gesture, and
we spoke the words. I think he spoke in Vulcan, and I in Standard, but
it didn't matter. With our minds attuned, we each understood the other.
"My mind to your mind. Our minds are One." I heard his deep and solemn
tones.
"Parted from me and never parted, never and always, touching and
touched. We meet at the appointed place." I echoed , and suddenly
we were One. The Bond was there, strong and clear, the link we had
before a shadow of it. When our hands dropped
from each others' faces, we were still One, One in two bodies. I don't
remember how we managed to get undressed because unsealing seams and
pulling cloth over heads and off legs, kicking off boots and socks, all
became problematic when I didn't know whose hand was whose.
I could feel the heat from his body, though, and I knew the pheromones
were real-I could smell him and he me and it was enflaming me. I was so
hard it hurt. But it hurt good .
I could still see the fear underneath the desire, but the flames were
growing in his mind. Before they could engulf him, I ran my fingers
over the lightly furred chest, and then snaked my hands around his
back. I could feel his chenesi practically writhe under my fingers and
I skirted them as being too sensitive to caress directly, but when I
massaged around the hollows they usually nestled unseen in, Spock
trembled and moaned. Gods, seeing that normally controlled face
writhing in passion was an incredible turn on. Liquid fire was pooling
in my belly as I devoured him with my eyes and my hands.
Even his cock was beautiful. He had a sheath and it just retracted and
his shaft emerged, a dusky green coloring the edges. I couldn't resist
and ran my mouth down his belly and licked at the fur, and moved lower.
I saw two ridges and ran my tongue around them lightly, then opened
wide, keeping my teeth out of the way and engulfed him. His hips bucked
and I could feel the flames in his mind. His fingers in my hair
convulsed and I took him in down to the root, then pulled back just a
little. He gave a little sob then, like he was drowning, and I took him
into my throat and swallowed the head. Gods, it felt good, though my
throat was going to be a bit sore the next day. He came, convulsively,
and I just kept swallowing. And when I came up for air, he was still
hard. But he tasted so good. Different than any man I'd had, but
good.
I grabbed the coconut oil I'd put by the bed, and quickly coated
myself. I didn't have much time. He growled and flipped me
over, Vulcan strength making my own muscles look weak. Thank the gods
his cock seemed to have a natural lubricant. I was going to need it.
There was nothing gentle or tender about this, but I wanted it anyway.
I needed it. For a moment he held back, and I grasped his fingers in
mine and just sort of waggled my ass at him. He felt me wanting him.
He wanted to prepare me-but that urgency drowned out everything, and I
felt it too. I wanted him inside me. Sure it was going to hurt, at
first, but I wanted this.
So I felt him at my entrance and then he thrust in and filled me with
his heat. I guided his hand to my cock and he began pounding, flesh on
flesh, and grasping my shaft as he kept filling me up, over and over,
and it didn't take long for either of us. It was like falling over a
cliff. His hot seed, spilling in me, and there was no pain, only sheer
pleasure.And it kept building. I'd never had multiple orgasms before. I
didn't think they were possible for males. Then the fire took me, too,
and we Burned together. How many times we coupled, or how long it was,
I couldn't say. All I know is that at some point we slept.
I woke before he did, and was surprised to see that nearly twenty hours
had passed. I gently disentangled myself and went off to pee. Spock
could hold it that long, but I knew I couldn't. I checked myself in the
fresher, taking time for a quick shower. I ached all over, but it was a
pleasurable ache. There was some blood, but not all of it was mine.
Some green showed, too.
Friction burns. I ran the regen unit over myself and grabbed more
fingerfuls of coconut oil, and rubbed it into my body, not neglecting
my opening. I had a feeling I was going to need all the help I could
get.
By the time I got back to the bed, Spock was waking up again, and his
eyes were fever hot. He spoke aloud. "My Bright One," I heard
him murmur, and he clasped my body to his again. My balls
were already tightening, and I couldn't believe I was hard again. He
was, too, but that didn't surprise me.
What did surprise me was the tenderness he managed to exhibit, taking
time out for a bit of foreplay, licking and kissing me all over my neck
and face, then working his way down to my nipples, licking and nipping.
His hands -oh, my Gods, what were his hands doing to me?
He wasn't touching my sex, but I could feel him just the same-then he
grasped me with his long fingers, expertly milking me. "Where did you
learn that?" I managed to gasp and thought he'd chuckled, or was that
in my head? I noticed he was coating my
cock with that coconut oil I was glad I'd gotten, and then he rose and
positioned himself and impaled himself on me. The sensation was
incredible. He rode me and it was all I could do to stay on for the
ride. Somehow I managed to wrap a hand around his cock, and his mind
was showing me all the ways to make it good for him.
And we both moved so hard and so fast and so good...I don't think I'd
ever spasmed so hard in my life. It was exquisite torture. The things
those double ridges did-they flare during sex. Amazing sensation.
And when we both collapsed, he licked his come off my body, starting me
going all over again. I found out later that was instinct. Vulcans
don't waste water. But damn, it was incredibly sexy. He spooned me this
time, and I just lay back for the ride. This time the Fever took him
again. I couldn't get it up any more, but I didn't need to. Even so,
his cock massaging my prostate felt so good. The heat of him inside me,
like we really were melting into one body. One sensation.
Again it all melted together. It felt like a sun going nova, it felt
like drowning, it felt like flying. I couldn't tell where Spock ended
and Jim began. I didn't care.
And when it was all finally over, Spock and I both were covered in
bruises and bite marks and we both had hollows under our eyes. But we
took a shower together-just a shower, and he used the regen unit on me
and I on him, and we got ourselves looking presentable. It had been
nearly five days. I called Bones on the comm, just to let him know we
were all right, and he, of course, insisted on checking for himself.
He pronounced us fit, and ordered us to rest another 24 hours. Then he
assured us that whatever the crew knew, they would keep under wraps. I
think the rumor mill had been working overtime for months, but no one
said a thing to us when we finally-and from our separate doors-went
back on duty. Turns out the inauguration had been delayed a week
anyway, and we were right on time for the festivities. I couldn't stop
grinning even though I still felt a twinge now and then from the
workout.
And Spock? He looked his old self again-and not a soul off the ship suspected a thing, from the numbers of women both of us
wound up talking to at the receptions on Altair. So our senior
officers proved they could be discreet.
And last I heard, Uhura won the pool.