A Trick of Eros

Chapter 4


Day 2; 1:43 pm, Kirk Farm

The sound of tires on the dirt drive distracted Jim from the chess board ad Spock’s newest move. Standing up she crossed the room, past Spock’s parents in the seats closest to the fireplace, to the window looking out at the front drive. Pulling up the drive was a slightly beat-up red tow truck, a silver Neutrino hovercar attached at the back. The truck came to a halt, thick clouds of dust dancing around the tires as the driver, a tall balding read headed man, stepped out of the car and walked to the front door.

Jim turned and looked back at her houseguests. “Phil is here.” Jim moved out of the room and into the hall, where he slipped on a pair of battered sneakers. “I’ll go see about the car.”

Jim was out the front door before her guests could reply and sauntered out to where the older human was waiting. Spock watched it all quietly through the window; carefully studying the way Jim and Mr. Blockman interacted. The man had what humans termed a “rueful” smile on his face as he spoke with Jim. Spock watched them move to the Nutrino and pop it’s hood open, pointing and talking to each other. Jim nodded at something the other human said and pointed at another section of the engine, practically draping herself across the front of the vehicle. Her shirt was riding up enough to flash a strip of her smooth golden flesh and showing the tempting curve of her ass. The older human put his hand on the car next to Jim’s, their fingers lightly touching as e leaned forward to look at what Jim was pointing too. Spock had to look away before the sight caused any dangerous emotions to further damage his control.

Several more minutes passed by before the sound of a car engine started and the distinct sound of a vehicle leaving could be heard. A moment later the front door opened and Spock could hear Jim removing her shoes before she returned to the library.

Jim smiled at them as she stepped into the room. “Phil doesn’t think the problems too bad. It shouldn’t take more than an hour to repair once the replacement part arrives.”

“Will it take long to get,” Amanda asked looking slightly worried. “I don’t want to overstay our welcome.”

“Don’t worry about it. You can stay as long as like.” Jim sat back down next to Spock. “Phil says he can get a part here by tomorrow afternoon if he calls into a friend of his at Starfleet’s machine yard.”

“Starfleet has a machine yard near by,” inquired Spock.

“Yeah, it’s pretty new actually. They just recently started building a new Starship there.”

“Fascinating.”

Jim smiled and the two went back to their game as Spock’s Father watched them with a strange look in his eyes.

* ~ * ~ * ~ *

The rest of the day seemed to creep by for Jim. She desperately wanted night to come so that she could take Spock away from the house, out into the long grass of the field where they could watch the stars and each other without prying eyes. Jim knew she would have to wait. For right now it was enough that Spock was willing to help her re-hang the porch swing and to gather more fresh vegetables from the garden.

In some ways Jim also found herself wishing tomorrow wouldn’t come. That Spock could stay here with her forever, just sitting on the newly hung swing chatting about all kinds of things. They were so perfect together, this moment was perfect. Just sitting here with him, talking about various things they had read or studied. Jim had never had anyone who could make him feel so peaceful and happy as Spock could. It was painful to think it would all be over so soon.

Spock turned his attention away from Jim, dark eyes scanning the drive as a forest-green truck pulled up into the drive. Jim stood and watched the truck pull up, his fingers brushing Spock’s. He wasn’t really worried about the visit, although it was a bit odd. Jim didn’t think Mr. Freedman had ever stopped by before, at least since Jim could remember.

Paul Freedman had the same tall athletic build of his son and was just as fit. His skin was lighter than his sons, due to his mixed heritage. Paul Freedman took more after his mother in skin tone; the rich color of her Apache skin over a more African bone structure from his Father made him a striking man to behold. His son took more after his own Mother and Grandfather, the African heritage more obvious, although his son had lucked out and gotten his Grandmother’s straight black hair.

Jim smiled at Mr. Freedman as he shut his car door. Mr. Freedman smiled back, his face lined with wrinkles showing off his naturally friendly personality. His dark hair was cut short and turned nearly silver with age. Jim couldn’t help but smile wider as their eyes met. There were few men as kind as Paul Freedman in the world and Jim had always slightly idolized the man.

“Hello, Mr. Freedman.”

“Hello, Jim. How’re you doing son?”

“Oh,” Jim blushed as he realized Mr. Freedman would have heard that Jim was in the same predicament as his own son. “I’m doing alright sir.”

Mr. Freedman moved forward, stopping short of the steps where Jim and Spock stood. “Phil said you had guests so I thought I’d stop by and see if there was anything you might need.”

“Well,” Jim rubbed the back of his neck, “I am running a bit low on groceries. I mean I have enough vegetables to last another couple days and of course the milk and eggs.”

Mr. Freedman nodded. “I thought as much when I saw Frank driving out of the city. He’s never been good at keeping things up for you kids.” He moved to the back of the truck, waving Jim and Spock to follow. IN the bed of the truck were several large cloth bags full of various foodstuffs. Mr. Freedman pulled them out, handing two to Spock, two to Jim and grabbing the last three himself. “Let’s get these put away and you can introduce me to your guests.”

Jim nodded and moved back towards the house, stopping at the sound of Mr. Freedman’s voice. “Jim, if you need anything more I want you to give me a call.”

Jim looked at the ground as she felt her eyes go all watery and her cheeks flushing. “Thanks, Mr. Freedman.”

He gave Jim a warm smile as the three of them started moving again and headed into the house. “No thanks are needed, Jim.”

Jim noticed how much attention Spock was paying to the interaction and blushed brighter, unsure if she should be embarrassed at the attention. Surely the whole thing was proving to Spock how pitiful Jim and his family were. It must make Spock question his relationship, if that is what this was, with Jim.

It didn’t take long to get into the kitchen where Mr. and Mrs. Sarek were sitting and drinking tea. The two adults were watching Jim and Mr. Freedman almost as closely as Spock was. Mr. Freedman set his bags on the counter before quickly introducing himself to the two other adults. Jim and Spock made quick work of storing the items away as the adults determined if there was anything else that would be needed.

“Jim?”

Jim turned. “Yes, Mrs. Sarek?”

“Would you mind if we used your library to chat with Mr. Freedman?”

“Go ahead. I can start trying to get dinner sorted out.” Jim turned to Mr. Freedman. “Would you like to stay for dinner, sir?”

“If you don’t mind, Jim, I would love too.”

“It’s not a problem. I mean you brought the food an’ all.”

Mr. Freedman chuckled and patted Jim’s shoulder. “Alright then. We’ll just be in the other room.”

* ~ * ~ * ~ *

Amanda smiled as she sat down next to her husband. The dark man who had introduced himself as Paul Freedman took a seat in the wingback, moving the chair to better face them.

“Have you known Jim long, Mr. Freedman?”

“Call me Paul.” Amanda nodded making him smile wider, white teeth flashing. “I have known Jim since he was just a babe. He’s a good kid, might be a bit too smart for his own good sometimes, but still a reliable young man.”

“I got that impression. He’s been very kind to us, letting us stay here with him.”

“Jim’s always been the kind of kid who’d help you if you looked to be in a spot of trouble. He’s a lot like his old man in that.”

“If it’s not too rude, what happened to Jim’s Father?”

Paul leaned back in the chair, glancing up at the ceiling for a long moment. Slowly he looked away from the ceiling, rich eyes locking onto Amanda’s and Sarek’s. “I assume you have heard of the USS Kelvin?”

“The Starfleet vessel that was destroyed by the unidentified vessel in 2233.04,” replied Sarek.

“Yes, that’s the ship.” Paul took a deep breath, eyes closing momentarily. “Jim’s parents both served aboard the Kelvin. They were onboard when the ship was attacked. The attack was so sudden and so violent that it caused Winona, Jim’s Mother, to go into premature labor. His Father, George, became acting Captain when Captain Robau was killed and was forced to order the shuttle with Winona to evacuate without him.” A look of deep pain and grief flashed through his eyes, his voice thick with the old grief. “He was a good man, George Kirk. He stayed onboard and piloted the Kelvin into a collision course with the other vessel to give the shuttles time to get to safety. He died the day Jim was born, just as Jim took his first little breath.”

“Oh Lord. Jim is George Kirks son.” Amanda glanced at her husband.

“Yeah.”

Sarek nodded. “Does his Mother remain in Starfleet?”

“Not anymore. She did for a while afterwards, but from what last I heard she is working for some company off world.”

“As she is no longer assuming the role of provider for her offspring, it behooves me to inquire as to who is currently acting as young Jim’s caretaker.”

Paul let out a loud sigh. “That would be Winona’s current husband, Frank. She married him when Jim was, lord he must have been about seven. Frank isn’t much of a Father of any kind, doesn’t have it in him to be one.”

Sarek appeared to mule over Paul’s words before replying. “This man, was he not selected to be Jim’s Father by his Mother?”

“He was.”

“Yet, you do not see him to be suitable guardian and provider for Jim?”

“No I don’t. That man should never have been left in charge of Jim and his brother. Hell, I wouldn’t trust him to care for my dogs, let alone Jim.”

Sarek nodded as if he had expected the answer. “That would coincide with what we have learned from young Jim’s behaviour.”

Paul nodded. “It’s all in what Jim doesn’t say and that’s the problem. Jim’s too used to relying on himself, so he won’t tell the authorities what Frank’s done. It has, unfortunately, left us with our hands tied.”

“Indeed.”

“Is there nothing you can do,” Amanda’s voice was thick with worry.

“A couple of us go out of our way to watch Jim, making sure he has enough food and cloths. We give him odd jobs to keep him away from Frank and to keep Jim’s mind busy on other things.” That sad look filled his eyes again. “I think Frank might have actually left for good this time. If so we’ll need to keep a close eye on Jim. He got a bit…lost when Sam, his older brother, ran off.” Frank closed his eyes trying to block out the sight of Jim covered in dust, scrapes and bruises, sitting in the Police station, waiting for a parent that would never come for him. “In the long run I think it will be better for him though.”

“And if he has left,” asked Amanda.

“There will always be one of us here to take care of Jim.”

Amanda nodded obviously pleased. “I’m glad to see that there are people who obviously care about Jim.”

* ~ * ~ * ~ *

While the adults were sequestered in the library Spock and Jim were busy planning a vegetarian dinner with the supplies Mr. Freedman had brought over. It was easier than Jim thought it’d be, but then he had a lot of experience making meals from only what his little garden and the chickens could provide. In the end Jim was pleased that he could provide his guests with something other than tea and cream-of-wheat.

“So Spock, would you like to see the stars tonight?”

“That would be acceptable as I have not yet had the chance to map the stars from Earth.”

Jim looked at Spock and rolled his eyes. Obviously Spock was going to be obtuse about Jim’s ruse to get them some alone time away from the three adults. Well, Jim could handle that. She’d just have to be a bit more blatant about what she wanted once they were in the clearing beyond the tree line.

Jim smiled to herself and went back to the green bean casserole she was working on. Next to her Spock was peeling some carrots, his movements slow and careful. Jim tried not to laugh; it was fairly obvious Spock had never before peeled any vegetables.

“How’s it going, Spock?”

“It is acceptable.”

Jim smiled brightly and gave Spock’s buttocks a quick squeeze, making Spock twitch. When Spock turned to look at her, Jim couldn’t help but turn the squeeze into a lingering caress and Spock’s eyes became dark and smoldering with his suppressed passion.

Jim could feel her body flush and her groin go damp at the look, the promise in Spock’s eyes. Dinner wouldn’t end soon enough. Maybe they could try for a little romp in the hay. All they would need to do was switch the temperature of the stove to something lower, allowing dinner to slow cook.

With a wicked leer Jim leaned over Spock and picked up one of the peeled carrots. Never letting her eyes leave Spock’s, Jim obscenely stroked the carrot. The tips of Spock’s ears went green, his lips parted, tongue darting out to moisten them before he looked away. Jim smiled and went about chopping the carrot up and quickly adding it in to the mixture of green beans and onions.

“One more carrot will do, then we can add some cheese on top.”

“Very well, Jim.” Spock continued peeling the carrot before gently setting it in Jim’s hand. His fingers traced Jim’s, lingering on the very tips.

“Thanks,” Jim’s voice came out breathy. Her mind tingled pleasantly with warmth. “You wanna go outside for a while? I could show you the barn?”

“I saw the barn when first we met.”

“Spock, I’m not really gonna show you the barn. It’s just an excuse to go outside and well, you know…” Jim’s voice trailed off on a low, husky tone.

“I do not know.”

Jim shook her head and quickly finished the casserole before sticking it in the oven. Grasping Spock’s hand in hers she headed to the back door, calling out as they left, “We’re going outside for a bit!”

They were out the door before any of the adults could answer. Hand in hand Jim lead the way to the barn. Once inside, with the door closed, Jim led him up the ladder into the loft. Spock looked around at all the hay and storage boxes. They were arranged in such a way that anyone entering the barn would be unable to see anyone up in the loft. Spock was pulled out of his observations by the touch of Jim’s hands on his hips, opening his cloths to reveal the smooth skin of his groin.

“Can I touch you, Spock?”

Spock swallowed and nodded. “If I may touch you as well, K’diwa.”

Jim’s smile set his heart ablaze, “Always.”

Spock let his fingers linger on Jim’s before moving to undue Jim’s pants, baring her tempting curls. Jim was quick to step out of her pants and pull him down into the hay. Spock watched her as she sat astride his hips. Jim was smiling at him, her eyes wild with her emotions.

“Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted you in this position?” Jim trailed her fingers over his chest and down his abdomen, towards her warm and welcoming pussy. “How often I think of your body, your touch? Of how you make me feel?”

Spock knew the questions were rhetorical, but he thought it likely that Jim would enjoy him paying attention. He knew Jim derived enjoyment from the sound of his voice. “How often do you think of me, K’diwa?” It was illogical to ask but Spock knew the answer would please him.

Jim trembled, her hips rocking against his, allowing his erection to extend from its sheath and slide along her buttocks. Spock expelled his breath out his nose as Jim threw her head back and moaned out his name. When Jim’s head dropped back so that their gazes met, Spock was once again swallowed whole by the intensity of emotion in those blue depths. He was falling deep, lost to all reason, lost to everything and everyone but Jim.

“Oh Spock,” Jim moaned as she rose her hips up and off Spock. “You make me wild.” Jim’s fingers twined with his as her other hand reached behind her, gripping his shaft so that she could lower herself down onto him.

“Fuck, yes,” Jim panted and cried out as she took the full length of him inside. “Oh baby, you fill me so perfectly. So long and thick…so hot!” Jim’s hips rocked in small circles as she became used to the new depth his cock was reaching inside her.

Spock tried to focus on his breathing, to control all the sensations running riot in his body, the emotions overflowing his mind. He did not know how many more chances they would have to be alone together and he found that each one became more precious to him.

“Are you mine, Spock?”

“I belong to thee, Jim.”

That warm emotion filled her eyes again, “I’m about to turn up the heat, Spock. So you best hold on until it’s over.” She began to pull up and off, plunging back down in a rush.

Spock found he didn’t want to blink, didn’t want to loose sight of her for a single heartbeat. His senses were getting sharper with each breath. He could hear the pace of her heart speed up along with her thrust. He could smell the rich musk of her sweat and sex tied into the tang of dry hay and bovine. Hay and the wooden floor dug into his back, the pain a surprising counter point to the pleasure of her body caressing and hugging him deep in her core, her hips meeting his in a delightfully sinful clash. Her blue eyes were wide, watching him with a fierce yearning hunger.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Thee are beautiful, Jim,” his voice once again came out deep and husky, vibrating in his chest like the purr of a big cat, the sound filled with far too much emotion for a Vulcan not in Pon Farr.

“Close your eyes, Spock. Open your mind, let me in, let me touch your soul.”

Spock repressed a shiver at the looked in Jim’s eyes and did as she bid, his right hand reaching up to her face, “Thee already touch my soul. Thee art a part of me, my K’diwa.” Jim pressed her face into his hands, her breath teasing across his wrist. He melded their minds even as Jim was melding their bodies. He knew this was dangerous. He felt as if they would consume each other, lost wholly in the perfect union of their minds and bodies.

T'hy’la.

K’hat’n’dlawa.

His mate, his love.

The words reverberated in his-their mind, opening a new door in his-their mind and closing, locking another. It didn’t matter that she-they were Human and he-they were Vulcan. They were K’diwa. They were T’hy’la. It was what they would always be, what they had always been.

His-their fingers moved across the curve of her-their hip, up towards her-their waist, fingers sliding under the hem of her-their sweatshirt, lost to the silky texture of her-their skin. His-their fingers were enthralled by the feel of her-them, by the flare of her-their waist, the lush valley between her-their hips and torso. Her-their muscles jumped under his-their touch, her-their movements on his-their erection hitching and jerking, breath gasping past her-their lips.

A possessive desire rolled through him-them. No one else had ever, should ever know how tender, how perfect she-they were.

Her-their rhythm changed, growing faster, deeper. A subtle trembling was working it’s way through her-their limbs. She-they were working harder, breasts heaving against the bandage trapping them against her-their chest, her-their hips twisted and bucked drawing gasps and moans from their lips. His-their hand cupped her hip, fingers stroking the jut and curve of her-their hip. Her-their hands slid across his-their chest, tweaking and pulling at the sensitive olive nubs before flattening out as she-they leaned forwards, twisting her-their hips as she-they plunged down and he-they surged up.

Her-his eyes rolled back as pleasure zinged along her-their nerves bringing with it a surprise burst of pleasure, bringing her-them to orgasm. He-they gripped her-their hip, bruising the golden flesh as he-they rolled over, straw scratching at her-their back as he-they plunged back inside her-their still trembling cunt.

In, out, in, out he-they moved, thrusts coming in rapid succession. His-their toes curled in the straw, back arching as his-their cock swelled, barb extending to lock into her-their uterus as a flood of seaman shot out, filling her-them with his-their essence.

Bodies trembling they collapsed to the straw, gasping to catch their breaths. Spock withdrew from Jim’s mind, fingers sliding over her cheek and jaw in a tender kiss. He felt strangely alone without the warm sunlight of Jim’s mind. Even the distant touch of T’Pring’s mind was vacant.

“My legs feel like Jello and I can’t feel my toes.”

Spock looked at Jim. Her face was flushed, pupils dilated and straw tangled in her short locks.

“That was abso-FUCKING-lutly amazing.”

“Indeed.”

They laid there in the hay, trying to catch their breath as the world slowly came back into focus. “We should probably clean up and go back inside before someone comes looking for us.”

“Indeed.” Spock stood as quick and graceful as any cat.

Jim watched him straighten his cloths before standing up and going for her own cloths. The two were silent, moving quietly to help each other straighten up and make sure one last time that they were straw free. Jim tried valiantly not to smile a hundred-watt grin as they made their way back to the house, fingers gently brushing. It wouldn’t do to give themselves away.

* ~ * ~ * ~ *

Dinner turned out to be a fairly chatty affair. The adults, well mostly Mr. Freedman and Mrs. Sarek, were having a lively discussion about the latest trade agreements and colony expansion, while Spock and he played footsie under the table. When the adults spoke to them Jim and Spock would respond, Jim with much more enthusiasm. Finally the meal was completed and Jim had disappeared upstairs, quickly returning with an ungangly bag.

“Come on, Spock,” Jim grabbed Spock by the hand sending electric tingles and warm affection surging through them both. “I’ve got the telescope.”

Spock valiantly held back a blush at his Father’s gaze blatantly resting on their joined hands. His gaze rose to meet Spock’s’ a single black eyebrow rising in inquiry.

“Jim has agreed to show me the stars as they appear relative to this location.”

His Father inclined his head and went back to quietly drinking his tea. Spock’s Mother smiled and winked at him as Jim pulled him the rest of the way out of the kitchen door, her eyes sparkling with some strange emotion that Spock had never witnessed in her before. The other human chuckled lightly before turning back to speak with Spock’s mother, his lips quirked up in a sly, knowing smile.

The door banged softly against its frame, blocking Spock’s view into the house. Spock turned to look back to Jim, who stilled held Spock’s hand in hers. She smiled at him, blue eyes sparkling in the darkness of the Iowa night. “It’s not far. If we go past the trees there,” Jim pointed at the forested strip directly across from the back of the house, “we can get to a small clearing that’ll have a perfect view of the stars.”

Spock nodded and Jim once again began leading them to the trees. Spock watched the outline of Jim’s body as it moved, hips swaying. Spock’s mind, like his eyes, was focused on Jim. He could hear, see, an echo of Jim’s thoughts filling his mind through their joined hands. What he saw there nearly stole his breath away. He wanted to imprint himself on her katra, so that she would never forget the feel of his mind, the touch of his flesh, his taste and his smell. He wanted her infused with him so that everyone else would know that she was a part of him. That she was his and he was hers.

The night air was cool and slightly damp, filled with the alien scent of wet grass and foliage. It clung to the air as a thick perfume, striking Spock about just how foreign this place and situation was. It wasn’t all that long ago that he would have questioned the sanity of anyone who told him that when he joined his parents on their trip to Earth he would meet a human that could inspire such feeling in him that would ignore how illogical the situation was and give in to the emotion of the moment, give in to Jim.

They exited the trees and stepped into the clearing. It was small, oval in shape and filled with long green grass and an abundant array of wild flowers. It was, as his Mother would say, a romantic spot.

Jim set the bag with the telescope down and turned to face Spock, their hands still clasped together. She licked her lips and looked into Spock’s eyes. He was standing so close she felt bathed in his rich scent. He smelled of musk, man and hot skin, all underlain with the smell of sage and hot sand. She wanted to lick him and roll all over him, just to keep that scent with her, to savor it.

She dropped his hands and reached up, fingers brushing those inky black bangs aside before dripping down to trace the gentle slope of his brow and the high slant of his eyebrows. She knew she had a horribly girly smile but Jim couldn’t bring herself to care. Out here under the dark sky, with only the moon and stars watching, Spock looked like some fantasy come to life just for her. The beauty of him left her speechless and slightly in awe. Never had Jim thought that she would have someone who made her feel special just for being Jim. It was nice not to just be “George Kirk’s son” or “that poor Kirk boy.” To just be Jim was incredible, but she thought that being Spock’s K’diwa was even better.

Spock couldn’t get enough of Jim. The sight of her, the smell of her, the sound of her voice, the touch of her skin…it was all so incredible. He wanted to savor her in every way possible. He leaned into her touch and as she went to move her touch away he gently captured her hand, drawing her body against his. “You are shivering, Jim.”

“It’s just a little chilly out,” Jim smiled up at him, “I’m sure you could warm me up.”

Spock’s eyebrow rose. “Indeed.”

Jim chuckled lightly and pushed up on her toes, body pressing and sliding against him until they were eye-to-eye. With a war look in her eyes, Jim kissed him. She tasted of fruit and heat and her unfathomable need of him. She tasted of wanton emotion and devious desires. She left him dizzy and unable to decide whether to pull her closer or to push her away. He knew he wanted her in all ways. He wanted to burry himself inside her body and mind, to never leave. To always be touching. To never be parted.

He released his grip on her waist and slowly stroke her fingers with his own as his other hand moved down her back to cup her ass. “I burn for thee, Jim.”

“I think I burn for you too, Spock.” Jim smiled and, keeping their bodies pressed together, dropped to her knees before him. “Let me quench your desire.”

Slowly, never taking her eyes from his, Jim parted his robes, barring his flesh to the pale moonlight and Jim’s gaze. Her golden fingers reached out, stroking at his slit until his penis began to emerge and extend. The hot stroke of her breath over the sensitive organ seemed to make it swell and pulse with virility. She leaned forward, one hand reaching out to grip his hip. Slowly her lips parted and her pink tongue reached out, licking over the crown of him in a long, torturous, wet caress. Spock closed his eyes, the sight of Jim performing an act of fellatio on him burned permanently into his mind.

His eyes opened, locked on the sight of Jim, lips swollen and wet, tongue gliding, stroking and pouring over his throbbing erection. When she saw him looking, she pulled her mouth away and blew a breath of warm air over his wet flesh. Holding back a moan, Spock reached out, tilting her head and stroking his fingers against her lips. She moaned long and low, sending electric shocks of pleasure from his fingertips straight to his cock. He gave her lips one last caress before reluctantly pulling them away.

Watching her, Spock pushed the head of his aching organ against her mouth, parting those sinful pink lips. She looked up at him, blue eyes dilated with her desire. Her lips parted further, taunting him, her tongue playing with him, pressing and sliding against his hidden barb until he thought his precious control would snap. He didn’t want to loose control and risk hurting her; no matter how sinfully beguiling she made loosing control. Once again his hand reached out, caressing her face before gently tugging her against him, plunging with deliberate slowness into her warm, wet mouth.

Her welcoming moan vibrated into his flesh and the eager pressure of her lips made him clench his fingers into her short golden hair. With a small struggle he managed to wrench enough control back to relax his grip on her. It taxed his will power, but the need to protect her gave him strength. Her mouth clamped around him and she began to suck on him in strong rhythmic pulls, making Spock clench his jaw to keep from crying out. The sensations of her mouth and the environment surrounding them were nearly overwhelming.

“I want thee,” he groaned, barely recognizing his own voice. The sound was low and rough, almost brutal by Vulcan standards, but Spock saw excitement shine like a nova in her eyes. “I wish to be inside thee.”

Her skin flushed, her nipples tightened into hard little nubs and the rich, musky scent of her arousal filled his senses. The scent of damp grass, cool air and the flowers that surrounded them vanished. All he could smell was Jim.

Jim was reaching for him, her lips opened and swollen, pupils dilated even further until only a sliver of blue could be seen. He went to her, their lips touching, bodies burning with need. She stood, swaying in place, her mouth opened to him, accepting his tongue, sucking it into her mouth, pulling from him a deep moan of pleasure. He kissed like a human and kissed like a Vulcan, his fingers stroking hers. He could feel their minds touching, their desires surging between them connecting them, one feeding the other until Spock knew they would be joined as one, consumed by an inferno of their own emotions. At the same point Spock realized what he was doing, one of his hands had wondered between her sensitive folds. He now was kissing her lips, the fingers of his left hand kissing hers in a heated tangle. His right hand was lost to her folds, kissing her their as only a Vulcan could. She was so slick, so wet, and so hot it was driving a part of him wild. It felt so delicious, so illogically perfect that Spock knew he was lost to her. No one else could ever match and complete him as Jim could.

Pulling away from her was surprisingly hard, only the knowledge that he had to release her in order to remove her cloths, allowed him the strength to do so. The clothes were removed as quickly as possible without damaging them and flung to the ground. Jim quickly placed Spock’s clothes in a pile on the ground and lay on top of them, her legs spread wide in invitation, her arms reaching up, beckoning to him. Carefully he lowered himself to his knees, crouched between her long legs. For a moment all he could do was look at her, captivated by her wild, golden beauty. Seeing her unashamedly naked in the grass surrounded by trees and flowers, with only the stars and himself to see her, left him drowning in strange new emotions more powerful than anything he had ever experienced before.

“Spock, please,” her voice was thick with need. “Please, I want you. I want you in me. I want to feel you!”

Carefully controlling his physical response to her, Spock gently spread her legs even wider, moving himself into place between them. “Are thee mine, Jim?”

“Always yours.” Her eyes looked up at him, dangerously serious.

With utmost care Spock slid inside and watched as Jim seemed to go crazy with pleasure. Her body arched, her head thrashed and a cry of pleasure, of…love, fell from her lips. Her body danced around him, squeezing, rippling and pulling him deeper. His hips jerked, driving his cock fully inside her hot wet, welcoming depths. He felt every ripple, every convulsive squeeze around his cock threatening to shatter the fragile control that was holding back all the overwhelming, primal emotions.

‘Slow and easy. Slow and easy.’ He repeated in his mind. He needed to pull his control back from the fringes of his mind. He couldn’t, didn’t want to risk hurting her.

With all his Vulcan control he looked at her, laying beneath him, blue eyes blazing, and slowly began to move. Her eyes never left his and Spock felt the rest of the world vanish. There was only the two of them. His thrusts continued to move through them, pulling up desires and emotions neither realized they had.

“God, Spock,” Jim’s voice came out in a rich breathy cry. “Please, harder. Oh God, harder.”

“Yes, K’diwa.”

His steady thrust began going deeper, the powerful thrust filled her, stroking her until Jim thought she felt the heavens explode inside her, as if she was an empty void and Spock was the spark that brought the universe into creation. Spock cried out with her, trapped in a physic echo of her pleasure. He watched through her eyes as they filled with a bright light as the world exploded into being. As awareness began to tug at their senses, Spock became aware that he was still inside her, moving in those deep, powerful thrusts that brought his hips against hers and his erection hitting her cervix.

The brief joining of their minds through their joined flesh washed over him again, just as powerful and world altering as the first time. The need, the urge pounded through his veins, throbbed in his head. The need to bond, to mate fully with her was nearly overwhelming. It moved through him like an electric pulse. This need to complete the bond growing between them echoed through him, growing until it was threatening his control.

Spock growled, his hands spreading her thighs wider, his hips rocking powerfully against her until the length of his cock felt on the brink of overfilling her. He felt her barely suppressed cry of pleasure as his cock began to pulse and thicken a second before his barb extended, locking them together. The feel of it, of his pleasure, of her pleasure filling their mind drew another orgasm from Jim even as Spock’s rocketed through them, his burning seamen filling her once more.

The violence of his orgasm left them both weak, trembling and very aware of what could happen between them. Spock closed his eyes and forced back the illogical possessiveness rising inside him. This feeling of belonging to someone and having them belong to him, just him, was intoxicating. He knew that living without her now wasn’t something he wanted to face. This overpowering need, the hunger for her, the incredible sexual pleasure was unlike anything he had ever known. Jim was like a physical manifestation of pleasure and comfort. She was the other half of him, the one thing he had secretly longed for. This love she had for him and he for her, the need would destroy him because he knew there was no way he could take her with him.

“I love thee, Jim.” The confession nearly broke him.


Tbc…

AN: Just for reference Spock is eighteen in this so this is happening only months before he face the Vulcan Science Council and joins Starfleet. Jim however is only 16, but is already graduating high school because he is smart enough that he skipped some grades. So for reference the stardate is 2251.