A Trick of Eros

Chapter 3

Day 2; 1 Hour Before Dawn, Jim’s Bedroom

It was still dark out when Jim woke and although she was exhausted and sore, her internal clock had still awakened her before dawn. Jim lay there for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the dark room before carefully slipping out of Spock’s arms. She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her sleeping guest…lover, before getting out of the bed and getting dressed. Betsy was still waiting to be milked and there were still the chickens to feed and get eggs from.

The house was quiet, so Jim tried to remain so as well. After slipping past Spock and into the bathroom she took a quick wash in the sink and used the toilet before slipping back out of the room, heading out to the barn. She could take a long hot shower once she had gotten all the morning chores out of the way.

The walk out of the house to the barn didn’t take long but it had her wide awake. The night air was still brisk enough that she could see each breath as if puffed out. Looking up at the sky, she gave it another two hours and that would change. The normal routine of the farm chores was calming and Jim found herself rehashing the last few days. This had definitely been the most unusual week of her life, probably the biggest emotional rollercoaster as well. Yet, she was strangely happy. Happier than she could ever remember being.

Last night, whatever had happened with Spock, it was certainly more than physical. She couldn’t ever remember experiencing anything remotely similar. Not that she had anything to really compare it to. She had a vague idea of what sex should be like, she was a teenager and had spent a large portion of her days bringing herself to orgasm. That wasn’t the same though. This had been physical pleasure on a scale she couldn’t achieve with just her right hand. The thing Spock had done with his mind, fusing them into almost one being so that their physical sensations were echoing between both of them, spiraling and surging through them in ways Jim just didn’t have the words to describe. It was sex and yet it wasn’t just sex. There had been something more. Something she just didn’t know how to define. She had felt something with Spock’s mind joined to hers that made her mind feel empty and incomplete now that they weren’t touching.

She wondered if it would always be like that. If she could have a similar physical and emotional reaction to sex with someone else that was just as powerful. Did it feel like that for everyone their first time? Or was it simply something rare and special for Jim to have experienced since her partner was Spock? Somehow she didn’t think everyone lost their virginity like Jim just had. Maybe it was the universe’s way of saying “Sorry we’ve fucked you over so often,” or maybe it was a brief moment of light in an otherwise endless darkness.

Well, she was certainly being maudlin.

Jim forced herself away from the darker thoughts and the more pleasant as well. It wouldn’t do to start getting distracted when she still had to finish milking Betsy or when she had to get to the chickens. Still, Jim couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across her face each time she thought of Spock and that dark, penetrating gaze of his as he watched her, as he touched her and loved her.

Jim closed her eyes, reveling in the moment and the memory that Spock had, even if only that one time, loved her in a way that no one else did.

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Spock rolled over onto his side, nuzzling the soft body clutched tight against his own. He took a deep breath, taking in the rich musky scent of arousal, sex and the heady scent of Jim that lingered on the bed. Although rich and intoxicating the scent was also growing faint. Spock pulled the form closer, tossing a leg over it. Lazily his still sleepy mind registered that the “body” he cuddle up against was too soft and squishy to be his Jim. Cracking open an eye, he scanned the pillow that had taken his Jim’s place before scanning the rest of the room.

Jim wasn’t here.

Spock found himself vaguely irritated that his mate had left their bed when she should be here, eagerly begging for his cock.

Blinking, Spock pulled away from the pillow. His own thoughts startled him. ‘The scent of our mating must be affecting me.’

Spock tossed the blankets aside and almost sprang out and away from the bed. His emotions felt wild, almost primal every time he thought of his lovely Jim. His logic seemed to rapidly disappear when he thought of her. He needed to regain control of himself before he could face his parents, before he could face Jim. If he saw her now there was a high probability he would rip the cloths from her body, push her over the first piece of sturdy furniture and mount her like a wild beast.

Spock’s whole body gave an excited shudder at the mental image. The temperature of his body rose, his skin flushing jade. A long low growl rumbled past his lips as his body stumbled closer to the bed. Suddenly and without quite knowing how, Spock found himself facedown on the bed, hips rutting against the pillows and blankets that had been scattered across the bed during his hasty exit. The rich scent of Jim was making it hard to focus. Mmmm, but he found he loved that smell. Loved it almost as much as the feel of Jim’s mind intertwining with his own.

A rush of tactile sensation and visual memories flooded his mind in a tsunami of desire, leaving Spock feeling as if he would drown in them as he crashed on the shores of a sudden climax.

His limbs suddenly felt heavy and clumsy. Spock took a deep shuddering breath and tried to ignore the small spark of lust that sprung to life in his belly. Slowly, he gained control of his limbs again and pushed himself up and off the bed. He tried not to grimace at the sight of the ill-used bed, soaked in his seed.

There had been nothing logical about this.

Telling himself he wasn’t fleeing, Spock headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

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Jim gave one last good stretch before she reached down and picked up the basket full of chicken eggs. The sun was just starting to peek out over the horizon and Jim was sure her guests would be awake soon. Hurrying inside the house, Jim took off her dirty boots, leaving them on the porch before stepping inside. Carefully she set the basket of eggs on the kitchen counter before making a quick bee-line to her room and the waiting shower.

Jim closed the bedroom door behind her as she quickly began pulling off her dirty cloths. The sound of the shower running filtered into her consciousness as she was dropping her cloths into the bathroom hamper. Jim found herself cursing herself for not paying attention. She hoped it wasn’t Mr. or Mrs. Sarek in the shower. If it was maybe she would be lucky and they wouldn’t notice that she had entered the room and she could sneak away.

“Jim.”

The deep voice coming from the shower clamed her nerves as she realized it was Spock on the other side of the shower curtain.

“It’s just me, Spock. Sorry about intruding.”

“Do you require the use of the shower?” Jim tried to tell herself the husky quality to Spock’s voice was just a figment of her imagination.

“Yeah, but don’t rush yourself. I can wait.”

“Indeed.” Spock opened the curtain, revealing his wet, naked body to Jim’s suddenly lustful gaze.

‘Somehow,’ Jim thought, ‘it’s not fair he can reduce me to a wet, quivering mass so easily.’

“The most logical course of action then would be for you to share the shower with me in order to conserve the largest quantity of water.”

Jim let her eyes take in the truly amazing sight before her. “Yeah,” Jim was sure her voice showed her desire just as strongly as the leer that was sliding over her face. “That sounds eminently logical.”

She hadn’t done anything more than simply look at him, but between her thighs Jim could feel herself growing wet, the heated essence of her desire coating the lips of her pussy, leaving her clit throbbing with an intense erotic pain. She felt a shiver of desire working its way up her spine and licking her lips, stepped up to the shower.

They were only a hands breadth away from each other. Jim was staring into Spock’s coffee colored eyes as Spock stared back into her own blue orbs. His eyes were intense and filled with hunger, with his desire for and Jim was surprised how good that made her feel. When he looked at her, she felt as if the rest of the world vanished. It was just the two of them here and nothing else mattered or ever could match up to how loved and wanted she felt with him looking at her. It left Jim breathless with the need to touch and be touched by Spock. To make him understood how much this simple affection meant to her.

His hand reached out, two fingers extended, to caress the side of her face from temple to chin. Jim leaned into the caress, sighing in pleasure at the electric tingles that seemed to pulse directly from his fingertips to her brain, to her aching cunt.

“You are quite aesthetically pleasing, Jim.”

Jim smiled, her blue eyes alight with warm affection. “So are you.”

Spock inclined his head in acceptance before leaning in and capturing Jim’s lips in a slow, molten kiss. His kiss was firm, yet soft. Spock’s tongue slipped out to lightly caress Jim’s lower lips, its touch slightly raspy as it trailed a path of fire across her lips. His kiss was more potent than the strongest drug, it left Jim feeling an overwhelming sense of euphoria, of need. It created a feisty, fiery hunger that invaded her senses, her mind in a whirlwind of desire. Their lips crushed together, tongues stroking and sucking until Jim thought he would black out from lack of oxygen.

‘Sweet Lord have mercy!’ She was burning, aching with a need so strong it was pathetic. She wanted to throw him to the tiled floor and fuck him like a wild beast. She wanted to ride him. To feel all that alien strength and control driving deep inside her again, filling her until she wanted to cry out. Her cunt clenched, liquid fire trickling between her thighs. Her knees were going weak with the need for him, for that hidden passion that he had unleashed on her last night.

“K’hat’n’dlawa,” his voice was soft, tender almost in a way Jim didn’t think most Vulcan would ever use, especially not when talking to her.

His lips were flushed and swollen from their kisses. His face flushed a becoming shade of jade. Spock took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of her growing arousal. As she watched, their gazes locked together. Spock lowered his hand flattening it on her stomach, creating a heated path of pleasure as those long, graceful finger teased and danced over her hips and between her thighs. A whimpering protest fell from her lips as his hand slid from between her thighs to stroke over her own fingers, sending a startling burst of electric pleasure straight to her core. The touch filled her mind and brought things low in her body into a vice-like grip of need.

“K’diwa,” his voice was sliding along her nerves like a physical caress of silk, threatening to undue her. “Jim.”

“Spock, God, what you do to me.” Jim felt weak and powerful all at once. Whether Spock knew it or not he had completely altered Jim’s world in a way neither of them could ever have anticipated upon first setting eyes upon each other.

“Bathe with me, K’diwa.” Spock’s hand held hers in a soft, firm grip, leading her into the warm embrace of the hot water and steam that played like ghosts around Spock’s waiting form.

Jim nodded, unable to tear her gaze from Spock’s, to deny him this, to deny him anything.

His hands were gentle, cupping her face as he leaned her into the water. His eyes were warm with something Jim had never seen directed at her before, and yet there in those dark depths was a waiting hunger that feasted on the sight of her narrow waist, flared hips, and perky breasts. His hands moved, sure and gracefully over her body and through her hair, whipping away all traces of the barn. As his hands moved over her hips, his knees bent and he lowered himself to the shower floor, kneeling before her. Jim reached unable not to stroke his face as he had stroked her own.

Spock sighed and leaned into the caress, his lips quirking up in the tiniest of smiles. He looked up at her, leaning forward to place a soft, tentative kiss just below her bellybutton. Jim smiled and ran her fingers through his hair.

Spock buried his head against her hip, his smooth, silky hair caressing the soft flesh of her belly as his hands reached up to gripped her thighs. The sight of him kneeling before her, brought a flood of juices to dampen her thighs, hot and slick, leaving her aching and ready for him. Her fingers tightened in his hair as Jim tried to steady herself.

“Spock,” desperation and desire filled her voice.

The slight roughness of his tongue could be felt sliding down her hip, drinking the shower spray from her skin. Jim felt her breath catch as Spock moved lower until his tongue was touching her most intimate parts, sending pleasure surging through her. She cried out, arching into his wicked mouth. His mouth moved away, breath hot as a desert breeze as it ghosted over her sensitized clit.

Jim cried out at the loss of the rough tongue, begging Spock for more. Her eyes rolled, head tilting as she watched him run fingers through her golden curls.

“Fascinating,” his voice was low, sinful, leaving her body to clench and spasm in pleasure at the sound.

Jim swallowed heavily and tried not to cry for more of his touch. His intrigue with her pubic hair was a little strange, but kind of cute. It made Jim wonder if Vulcan women were hairless there as Spock was.

His quiet inspection of her groin finished and with a sudden growl as his lips covered the soaked folds of her pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth. That raspy, cat-like tongue flicking out and over the throbbing bud as his hands pulled her thighs apart, sensitive fingers caressing the damp folds until they found the tender entrance.

Jim screamed, begged and prayed as Spock worked two fingers inside her, his mouth still hungrily feeding on her tortured clit. She was withering beneath his touch, his intimate kiss, nearly screaming his name loud enough to wake the dead or his parents.

Jim could feel it building inside her like a rising tsunami, making her muscles tighten and her vagina flow with that amazing wetness around his fingers. Still his touch moved in a perfect rhythm, never going too slow or too fast, just building up that wave of pleasure until Jim thought she would black out. With a surprised sense of awe she felt his teeth lightly graze her clit, making her head toss and her voice freeze in her throat as that tsunami wave of pleasure broke over her, swallowing her world as she came.

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Once again Spock found himself drowning in Jim’s sense, in her pleasure, her emotions. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before and he never wanted it to end as illogical as that was. He didn’t think he could ever get used to it and at the same time he found he didn’t want to. He was enjoying all the surprises, the wild emotions and illogical reactions that made up Jim. He was enjoying Jim and he never wanted to let that go. Never wanted to let Jim go. The feelings, the need and protectiveness Jim inspired in him were wild, primal and terrifying all at once. As much as they left Spock feeling off balance he found himself enjoying the very illogical, un-vulcan nature of the situation they created.

This affair with Jim would undoubtedly caused difficulties with his Father and T’Pring. Although the prospect of disappointing his Father still brought some very human emotions up in Spock and continued to go against his very Vulcan heritage. To do something that would undoubtedly break his weak bond with T’Pring seemed a more logical choice than to not complete a bond with Jim. Never had he met anyone whose mind so perfectly balanced his. T’Pring’s tepid mind just couldn’t compare to the brilliant sunlight of Jim’s mind.

Even as he lifted the unconscious Jim, part of his mind was testing various scenarios for convincing Jim of the logic of returning to Vulcan with him and the probability of his parents and the council agreeing to allow the two of them to bond. He knew he would have to have a perfectly logical and through argument for the council to agree to such as request. They would not be pleased to see the line of Surak watered down with human blood further than it already was. No matter how many scenarios he came up with his calculations showed the likely outcome not to be in favor of him keeping Jim. There was only a 4.675% likelihood that he would be allowed to keep his bond with Jim.

Spock lay Jim down on the mattress and pulled the blankets up and over Jim. The next few minutes were spent straightening the room back up, hiding the evidence of their indiscretions and getting himself mentally prepared to face his parents.

Spock sat down at the desk and watched Jim sleep. His body throbbed and burned to rip his cloths off and join Jim under the covers. To warm Jim’s body with the heat building in his body, to fill Jim until he was screaming for Spock. He couldn’t. He knew Jim felt the connection between them, knew he was Spock’s K’diwa. That didn’t mean he had the right to change Jim’s life so dramatically. Of course that didn’t mean that when, in all likelihood, he had to leave Jim behind to return to Vulcan, that the moment he got the chance he wouldn’t find Jim again and complete their bond. Even if he had to wait until he went into Pon Farr, he would find Jim.

“Spock,” Jim’s voice was hoarse and heavy as she sat up, the blanket pooling around her waist, revealing her small perky breasts. Spock looked away briefly before striding to her chest of drawers and pulling out fresh cloths for her. He remained focused on acquiring suitable garments for her from what appeared to be male clothing.

“How long was I out?”

Spock turned back to face Jim, cloths in hand. “Approximately twelve minutes and forty-three seconds.”

Jim chuckled lightly before crawling out of the bed, unashamed of her nudity. “I should get dressed then and see about starting some breakfast.”

Jim flipped through the small pile of cloths. “No underwear, huh? You kinky little Vulcan.” Jim threw Spock what he recognized as flirty smile and a wink.

Spock’s eyebrow arched. “There didn’t appear to be any suitable female undergarments.”

Jim gave Spock a wink and a shrug as she pulled on a pair of faded black jeans. “I coulda’ just worn some of the boxers. It’s not like they aren’t clean.”

“They are not suitable for thee.”

Jim smiled as she grabbed an ace bandage from the dresser. “Mind helping me bind my chest? I don’t have any available bras at the moment.”

Spock found himself very aware of each brief touch of his fingers on Jim’s cool, human flesh as he helped Jim wrapped the bandage suitably tight around her chest. As every other time it stirred things in his mind and groin. It was most unusual that he found himself already used to the contact, both physical and mental, when he had known Jim for under twelve Earth hours. A most fascinating development.

“Thanks, Spock.” Jim smiled again at Spock before pulling on a black long-sleeved shirt. Jim pushed up onto her tip-toes and kissed Spock on the cheek. “Is there anything you prefer to have for breakfast?”

“Any sufficiently vegetarian food would be acceptable.”

Jim smiled wider and slapped Spock’s should lightly. “I think we can manage that.”

Together they made there way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Spock took in the sight of the room with the warm, but weak light of a terran sunrise coming through the window. It was much the same as it had been at night, save for the wire basket filled with eggs and the cleaned teacups sitting in a rack by the sink.

“Would you like milk, juice, water or tea with breakfast? Oh! I think there is still some coffee too.”

“Tea will be sufficient.” Spock watched Jim as she went about boiling water for tea. “Do you require assistance preparing the meal?”

“Depends.” Jim quickly began looking through the cupboards. “Looks like it’s either cream-of-wheat or cold cereal for breakfast.”

Jim pulled out a plain tin that stated the contents contained within were cream-of-wheat. “Do you drink milk? ‘Cause if not it looks like this is the only option.”

“The cream-of-wheat is acceptable, Jim. I do not believe that I have ever partaken of this food.”

“Really? Well its nothin’ special.” Jim pulled out another pan, which he began to prepare for the meal. “Would you like some fruit? I have some blueberries and strawberries from the garden out back.”

Spock inclined his head and moved to help Jim start preparing the meal. He quickly located the fruit that Jim had mentioned and began to clean it off, all the while watching Jim move about the kitchen. He was pleased (not that he would admit to the emotion) to see how quick and efficient Jim was in cooking, directing and teaching Spock on the preparation and creation of the morning meal. They worked together in a smooth, easy rhythm, chatting softly about the difference between life on Earth and on Vulcan.

“You two are up early.”

Spock turned and noticed his parents standing in the doorway watching the two of them. “We have prepared a meal of cream-of-wheat and fruit. Will you partake of some, Mother?”

Amanda smiled at Spock and moved to sit at the table. “That sounds lovely dear.”

“Did you want some tea, Mr. and Mrs. Sarek? I have some milk, juice or coffee as well. Although I would have to make the coffee.”

“I think I’ll have some milk but I am sure my husband would prefer the tea.”

“Can do.” Jim turned to get a tall glass to fill with some of the freshly pasteurized milk from the barn, while Spock poured his father a cup of the tea. “Would you like blueberries, strawberries or both in your oatmeal?”

“I’ll have the blueberries, Sarek I think would like the strawberries more.”

Sarek inclined his head at his wife. “I shall allow your experience to make the wise choice, my wife.”

Jim quickly dished up the bowls and tossed some of the fruit pieces on top before setting them on the table in front of the two adults. She spooned up two more bowls tossing of bit of both fruits on top and setting them down at the two empty seats where Spock and she would be sitting.

Breakfast was a fairly quiet affair after that, Mrs. Sarek quietly asking Jim the occasional question about the town and the local garage. Altogether it was the most relaxing breakfast of Jim’s life. Sitting there with Spock’s strong silent presence next him, the heat from Spock’s body warming him and Mrs. Sarek’s gentle and kind voice talking with her like she was an equal…was glorious. A Part of Jim hoped that they never leaved even while the other part of her told him that of course they would. They couldn’t stay here in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere-Iowa forever.

“Would you like me to call for a tow now? We should be able to get a hold of Phil Blockman at the garage now.”

“Thank you, Jim. I think we were about 5 miles up the road. It should be a silver Nutrino.”

“Got’cha.” Jim stood up and made her way to the vid-phone. “It’ll just be a sec.”

Spock watched as Jim walked away her jeans molded to the curves of her buttocks, enticing him. It would take so very little to rip the fabric from her body, revealing the sweet mound of her hot, wet vagina to his hungry hands and eyes. He tightened his jaw and forced his gaze away from her as the riotous, traitorous hunger race through him. He would not reveal such a lapse in emotional control in front of his Father. He was stronger than this.

As his eyes turned away from Jim they caught his Father’s gaze. Spock control his bodies sudden need to flinch and blush at being caught, even as his Father’s brow raised in inquiry. He inclined his head in acknowledgement of his Father’s request for clarification. He would find a way to insure his Father was not aware of how badly Jim had emotionally compromised him.

“Alright,” Jim returned to the table with a wide grin. “Phil is on his way to get your car. Once he knows how bad the problem is he’ll call back to let us know how long it’ll take to fix it.”

“Thank you, Jim. I hope we aren’t over staying our welcome.” Amanda gave Jim a small, soft smile.

“Naw. It’s no trouble, Ma’am. I think we can all get along just fine.”

Tbc…


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AN: Translations

1. K’hat’n’dlawa - one who is 'half of my heart and soul in its deepest sense; became unfashionable after Reformation because of its emotional connotation
2. K’diwa - shortened form of address for beings who are each other's k'hat'n'dlawa; equated to the Terran term 'beloved'