By AquaSoulSis aka LadyFangs
She was almost giddy with excitement, fidgeting with nervousness and torn between being extremely horny and highly curious. Today was her birthday. In more ways than one it would seem, and he had promised the night would be special. Well, his actual words had been: "To celebrate one's entrance into the physical world is illogical however I will yield to human customs for you."
She chuckled a little at the thought.
And now, at
the end of a lovely evening, here they were, together and alone in his San
Francisco apartment. It was her 21st birthday. And ever since they had come
together a year ago, he had made her wait.
His kisses were like fire trailing a path from her mouth to her neck...down the center of her breasts, making her burn for him. She wanted him...and he let his hands comply, never removing his lips from their place around her left nipple he dipped-just enough to pick her up by her legs and move them to the bed.
"Spock..." she almost didn't recognize her own voice as his hands took over and when she felt the warm push of his fingers between her legs she clenched tight in anticipation and then...
"Spock!" Her body jerked up as he slipped one, then two, fingers inside her wetness and began to move them simultaneously. All she could think about was how wonderful it was that her boyfriend was a touch-telepath with talented hands and magical fingers...
Soon her own hands had moved under his shirt, feeling the smooth contours of the muscles in his back...so hard and firm...letting her own fingers entwine in the silken chest hair and follow the happy trail down...down…down...
He was so caught up he hadn't noticed her roaming fingers until she had managed to undo his belt and was busy unzipping his pants. He felt a smaller, cooler hand hit right above his—
"No, Nyota." He immediately stopped his ministrations on her body abruptly, withdrawing his fingers from inside her as he moved off of her and away.
And suddenly the room felt very, very cold without his body to keep her warm. And she was still wet and wanting.
She sat up confused as Spock retreated back into full Vulcan mode.
"Spock, why did you stop?" She demanded- no, pleaded, her eyes entreating him to come back.
"It is too soon. You are not ready."
"Not ready?! Are you serious!"
Quickly she rose from the bed to walk over to the corner of the room where he now stood. Moving close to him she grabbed one hand and put it between her legs as she stood on tip toe and whispered breathlessly in his ear.
"I am MORE than ready Spock. And I am sure your sensitive nose can tell as much."
It had not been enough to sway him. And she had stormed off in anger, returning to her dorm to take the coldest shower ever. Later that night she finished what he started- Alone, and in her own bed.
Afterward, they did not speak to each other for a week. Her out of anger, and him--well, probably because he knew she was mad at him. But eventually, they had settled on boundaries. And, she loved him. She could wait until he was ready. He had told her that he was experienced, and so she knew it was nothing about purity and being virginal- and hell, let's face it, he was too damn sexy of a man NOT to have some experience, but when she asked, he was vague.
"You would not appreciate it if I were to inquire about the number of sexual partners you have had," he'd said one day when they were snuggled together on his living room couch. She had silently acknowledged the truth in his statement, but still the mystery of Spock and sex consumed her mind.
She'd researched Vulcan mating habits, Vulcan sexuality, Vulcan genitalia and all kinds of other terms but had found nothing. So, it was either lose a great and loving boyfriend over something as trivial as sex, or hang in there until he gave the green light. She'd opted to buy a 9-inch "friend" that was green, vibrated, swirled and glowed in the dark to get her through those VERY long and lonely nights.
And now, the wait was over.
here. In his room, in his bed with nothing between them except for a short
sheer nighty with nothing underneath. She heard his footsteps pad out of the
bath room and stuck her head up from the swath of warm blankets she was
currently nestled in to see him.
Oh! He was so beautiful. He couldn't see what she had on, but, of course, that was the intent. He came over to the bed, clad in nothing but loose pants hung low on his hips and her eyes roved over the slight green tinge of his skin still slightly damp from the shower and how his chest hair made that happy trail down...ohhhh that trail. She loved that trail, and she wanted to follow it wherever it may lead.
"Nyota," he said as he climbed onto the bed and hovered over her and the look in his eyes was enough to make her melt- physically and literally and she closed her eyes as he moved the covers away to reveal her...
She heard him inhale deeply and knew he could smell her arousal and suddenly she just lost it and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him down to meet his lips in a kiss. And just like that the fires between them ignited as tossed the blankets onto the floor and was busy removing her negligee as his mouth worked her neck and her hands roamed down his bare back to nestle themselves in the waistband of his pants to reveal that oh so glorious--
He swatted her hands away and was up and off her so fast she barely had time to come out of her haze to realize that he wasn't there anymore and this time, when she did, she was pissed.
Nyota sat bolt upright in bed and glared at him, not caring one iota that she was naked as a jaybird. He was still next to her but had put distance between them.
"Spock, what the hell?!" If looks could kill she was clearly taking aim at her Vulcan not-quite-yet- lover/boyfriend and she was hot and bothered and furious as she eyed him hard.
He reached out his arms to try to touch her and she jerked away.
"No! Explain now. Explain and talk about why you refuse to have sex with me! Dammit Spock it’s been a fuckin' year! You can't keep doing this to me!" She was so frustrated she didn't know whether to scream or cry.
To make matters worse, her body was still trying to do what obviously, wasn't about to happen.
After the outburst she moved to get up and storm into to the bathroom, fully preparing to get dressed and go home. This was it. She couldn't take it anymore. Spock was bullshitting and she no longer wanted or cared to try and be the "understanding" girlfriend. This was ridiculous.
Unfortunately, she never reached the door. In fact, her toes didn't even have time to hit the carpet before his arms were around her pulling her back down to the bed and he was on her again. But this time, she was pinned underneath his body and he had her hands above her head held there with only one of his.
Funny...she'd never realized quite how strong he was...the idea sent a thrill through her but she focused on her anger. He was not gonna get away with it. Not this time. So she turned away from him, her face hard.
"Nyota, please. Do not leave. I simply...I was...not...ready."
Something in her softened at the earnestness of his words and despite her inner protestations, she looked at him. Soulful brown eyes met hers in entreaty and she melted.
He let go of her hands and she wrapped her arms and legs around him. Spock was smart enough this time not to forcibly remove her as she began kissing his neck his lower jaw his chin...
He let out a soft his when she bit his lower ear and his hands pressed her hips into the mattress as he shifted, eyes closed and enjoying the pleasure her tongue on his ear elicited...and he missed it when those delicate hands eased their way down...down...down...until....
Three things happened simultaneously:
A rush of cool air hit his bare ass.
He realized where Nyota's hands were.
His penis finally disengaged from where it had been sheathed inside his hand and unfurled in her hand with a light plop.
If he could turn any greener he would probably be listed as a leprechaun but at the moment he remained frozen in position on top on Nyota, but absolutely refusing to meet her eyes. The secret was out. Quite literally.
A long, painful and awkward silence ensured between them until, he felt her hand begin to stroke him and despite himself inhaled sharply at her touch as his body began to react to her ministrations.
He heard the smile in her voice and raised his head to look at her. Indeed, he had assumed correctly.
"You are not...uncomfortable...with this?"
She cupped his testes in her hand causing him to growl low and flip her over so that she was now on top. Her lithe body slid to the side of him and her warm mouth began to trace the path her hands had taken moments earlier across his now completely nude body.
She looked up from where she had her tongue poised at his navel.
"Why? I'm VERY happy with what I've been given..." she replied in a appreciative voice as she dropped her head to place a kiss at the tip of his lok causing him to arch into her attentions.
"And baby...do you know what a "Ken doll" Is?"