FIC: "The Vulcan Way"
Title: The Vulcan Way
Author: orphica
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Filling a S/U kink meme prompt: "Vulcans meditate, so what if they have a Vulcan Kama Sutra? Or Vulcan tantric sex?"
Word Count: 3500
"I was thinking, Spock," Uhura began slowly. "That I might do something special for your birthday."
Spock's visage remained utterly blank. "Please assure me that you are not insinuating the planning of one of those surprise parties to which Ensign Yarrine was subjected," he said, the disdain plain in his voice.
She laughed. To her, it had been a great party, but she knew Spock would hardly enjoy nor appreciate the attention or atmosphere. "No, no. I was thinking of something more... private." She took a step toward him and laid a hand lightly on his chest. "Much more private, in fact."
Spock tilted his head, clearly curious. "Would it be prudent to attempt to have our schedules arranged in order for our free hours overlap that night?"
Uhura just smiled. "I think it would."
He raised his hand, as if to touch her, but just at that moment, another officer rounded the corner, and he lowered it, positioning his arms behind his back once again as he usually stood.
"Can you meet me later, and we can discuss the details?" She dropped her voice to finish, "Somewhere we won't be interrupted?"
"Certainly, lieutenant," Spock answered, and she knew he was being formal in case the officer was still within hearing range. "Is the observation deck agreeable?"
"That'll do," she replied, knowing it was merely their meeting place and it wouldn't be long before they retired to either one of their quarters.
***
Uhura floated in the post-coital haze as Spock still lightly stroked the length of her naked body with his fingers. Eventually, she remembered that she had a mission tonight.
"I have a question for you," she murmured.
"You may ask."
"On Earth, many cultures have this... tradition, I suppose you could say, of what we tend to call 'birthday sex.'"
Spock raised an eyebrow. "And the intercourse is different because it takes place on ones' birthday?"
"Sort of. Sometimes, the person celebrating the birthday gets to make special requests. Maybe something that their partner doesn't do for them often, or they try something new that the birthday person has always been curious about."
Spock seemed to pause to absorb this information for a moment before he said, "I fail to understand how in being considered a year older numerically is relevant in making, as you say, special requests."
"It's like another type of birthday present, given from one person to the other because it's a special occasion."
"You said, 'something their partner does not do for them often.' Does that imply that in this birthday sex, one partner acquiesces to a sexual practice their partner does not find desirable? I do not ever wish to pressure you to something you do not find pleasurable, Nyota, especially if it is because you feel obligated to continue a human tradition of birthday gifts which I have never before followed."
Oh, Spock. He didn't really get it, but then again, sometimes his literalness and also his consideration was why she loved him. "I appreciate that, but that's not really what I meant."
"I do not comprehend what you mean, in that case."
"I'm saying that tomorrow night, because I as a human want to do something special for you on what humans consider a special day, want to know if there is anything you want to try in bed that we haven't done yet."
He seemed uncertain, so she added, "That we would both enjoy, of course. So you could tell me if you've had a fantasy you want to act out, for example, and I'll let you know if I would enjoy it, too."
Spock said nothing for a moment, and she wondered if maybe she'd overwhelmed him. The sexual aspect of their relationship was fairly new, but going well, in her opinion. Yet, he never made requests of her in bed, and though at first she'd chalked that up to him being new to it all and letting her lead. Weeks later, after having become quite proficient at it (in her opinion), he'd never said even as little as, "Do that again" to her, not even in some overly technical, round about Spock-way.
"I'm sorry, Spock, I didn't mean to put you on the spot, or make you uncomfortable or anything. I just thought I'd throw it out there. I won't be offended if you don't want to."
"I believe I understand now," he began. "It is... unusual for Vulcans to speak of sexuality so frankly, however. I find it is rather difficult."
Right. There was that, but she'd hoped he'd eventually be able to get past that with her. At the same time, she didn't want to push him too much. In addition to being insensitive on her part, it would get them both nowhere. "You don't have to tell me anything right now. If you want, you can just ask me tomorrow night, when we're... in the midst of things. Maybe that would be easier for you, if it's spontaneous and in the moment? Only if you want, though."
Spock swallowed visibly. "There is one thing about which I have often thought."
"Oh?" She didn't want to pressure him, just seem comfortably encouraging. But she was insanely curious. In her experience, some of the most sexually closed-off people had the kinkiest fantasies. She couldn't picture Spock asking for anything crazy, but she'd often wondered just what he thought about in his own mind.
"I have often imagined us coupling in the Vulcan way."
"The Vulcan way?" She was confused. "Does that mean we've just been having 'human sex?'"
"The mechanics are similar, and as I am part human, I am able to participate in such a manner--"
Her face fell a little, wondering if, despite his climaxes, he'd really been enjoying sex with her.
He seemed to sense this and continued quickly, "... and thus I have not found our relations thus far to be unsatisfactory. I would even categorize them as exceedingly pleasurable."
There was still a but in there, she could sense it. "But?"
"There is the Vulcan part of me, the predominant part, that is curious of what intercourse would be like if we follow Vulcan sexual practices. However, I am not certain that it would be successful or possible, given that you are not Vulcan."
Uhura bit her lip. She knew it wasn't his intention, but his words hurt-- the implication that she could never fully satisfy him. But rather than damper her, she felt more determined to prove to him that the differences in their species and cultures would not get in the way of a good relationship.
Again, he sensed her mood. For all that he suppressed his emotions, he was remarkably perceptive in recognizing others'. "Do not misunderstand me, Nyota. I am simply concerned that it would not be a satisfactory encounter for you, not that you in any way could disappoint me."
She wasn't so sure she believed that, but she lifted her chin, almost defiantly. "I'm willing to try, if that's what you would like."
He glanced away before answering quietly, "I believe I would."
"So, what does Vulcan sex entail? Do I have to get anything special... or...."
"It is most difficult to explain. Although it seems that typically the person who is giving the present would be in charge of the arrangements, I believe in this case that I will see to the necessary preparations."
She couldn't argue with that. "Okay, sounds good." She tucked her chin into his shoulder. They still had a few hours they could sleep before she needed to sneak out.
***
At exactly 18 hundred hours the next evening, Uhura knocked discreetly on Spock's door, softly, knowing he would hear it.
He opened the door and stepped aside, the formal gesture of, "Please, do come in." Yet, as soon as the door was shut behind them, he reached for her, one hand lightly grasping hers, the other cupping her cheek as he gave her a soft "human kiss," as she had begun to think of them as. She caressed two of his fingers with two of hers, the way he preferred to be kissed in greeting.
The room was startling different from its normal appearance. Candles had been lit, placed everywhere in the room, and more forming a wide circle on the floor, the center of which some sort of pillow had been placed.
"This looks very romantic, Spock," she said, glancing up at him and raising her eyebrows.
"You appear incredulous."
She smiled. "I don't mean to offend you... I just never pictured Vulcan sex would be... less than matter-of-fact, I suppose."
"To the contrary, it can be exceptionally... romantic, as you say."
"I stand corrected," she said, still smiling. "So, how do we start?"
"We will simultaneously remove our clothing," he said, as he pulled his blue uniform shirt over his head, leaving on only his black undershirt.
She followed suit, and they undressed, matching item by item as much as they could. Finally, they stood nude before each other, and Spock's eyes swept over her body. She could have sworn she saw a slight glint of appreciation in his eyes.
He held his hand out toward her, and she accepted it, and was pulled gently against his body. He kissed her on the lips, while one of his hands stroked down her body before settling between her legs.
"I will stimulate you manually until you are adequately lubricated for penetration," he told her.
Manually? she wondered. As opposed to what?
"Vulcans can be stimulated telepathically," he said, caressing her fingers with his, answering her unspoken question.
She had already known telepathy was a part of sex for him; he was finely attuned to her thoughts and mood during sex because of the constant body contact. Early on he'd asked if this bothered her, and while on occasion there might be a downside if she subconsciously thought of something about him that annoyed her, but most often it proved to be a tremendous benefit. She certainly didn't have to tell him out loud what was pleasing her, what wasn't, or what she wanted next, and because of this, he'd caught on to how to pleasure her very specifically and very quickly.
"It is part of the reason simply touching fingers can be so pleasurable," Spock continued. "It is not because of physical sensation alone that we kiss in that manner. Through hands we can access the part of our partners' mind and nervous system that controls sexual arousal."
Oh. Well, in that case, her humanness was adding difficulty or hassle to his experience; that it would not be sex in a truly Vulcan manner no matter how much they tried. Was she able to 'stimulate' his fingers at all, given that she was not telepathic? Was this the equivalent of being a bad kisser to him?
"Please do not think such things," Spock assured her. "It is no trouble to pleasure you in this way. And I do receive much pleasure from you in return."
She wasn't entirely convinced, and wished for a moment that she could be telepathic, too, and know what he must be truly thinking.
At that thought of hers, he looked directly into her eyes and murmured, "You will know this soon."
She only had a second to ponder on that one before one of his fingers found her clit and she quickly lost the ability for all deep thought. After a minute, another of his fingers slid inside her. Her head fell back a little with the pleasure of it, and Spock took the opportunity to kiss her on the neck where she liked it.
But then, suddenly, his fingers were gone, and he said, "You are ready now."
Except... she wasn't so sure that she was, not quite yet, otherwise only a minute of thrusting was going to start to chafe, not to mention that she still didn't have any clue what Vulcan sex entailed. Was it rougher than usual? Did they allow emotions to overtake them and lose control physically as well?
"Please trust me, Nyota," Spock said, interrupting her thoughts.
And she did, so she allowed him to pull her down with him as he sank to sit on the pillow. He settled her onto his lap, and after positioning her hips a bit, he eased her down until her body was flush against his. He wasn't fully erect yet, but enough so that he was able to slide inside her as he pulled her against him.
She sighed at their joining, wrapping her legs around him as best she could; her arms also circling his neck. It felt so good that she couldn't help but rock a bit in his lap. His hands settled onto her hips and squeezed them lightly. She gave another small twist, but then his hands gripped her firmly-- not enough to bruise, but enough to keep her from moving again and she got the hint that she was to keep still.
"This is when we will join minds. It can be... overwhelming, to one who has not experienced it. Therefore, I must make sure that you wish to proceed."
She'd heard of them, of course, and knew that on occasion, Spock was able to use them in the field to help gather information. She'd always been insanely curious to know what it would be like, but had never dared to ask, lest she offend him by suggesting it. "I would like that very much, I think," she murmured.
His fingers cupped her cheek, and he gave her one last human kiss before those fingers settled on her temple and forehead.
He was whispering something, My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts but she couldn't tell where his voice had ended and his thoughts began.
Spock had been right... the joining of their minds was overwhelming. She could feel everything he felt, every sensation, every thought, every emotion: love, arousal, fondness, nervousness, but hers as well, to the point where she couldn't even differentiate which of those emotions belonged to whom. There was a touch on an arm, was it her arm, or was it her touch, was it his, what...
And suddenly, she was back to just herself. Their foreheads were together, and Uhura realized the confusing touch had been her hand digging into his arm. She let go, dropping her head down to his shoulder.
"I am sorry, Nyota, I should have prepared you more for what a meld can be like."
She let out a shuddering breath and lifted her head to look into his eyes. "Nothing you could ever have said could have."
"Would you like to try again?"
She nodded. "Yes."
His hand caressed her hair before his fingers positioned again. This time, the sudden swirl of feelings was just as overwhelming, but not shocking. Take some time to acclimate, Nyota. It is a learned skill. Her name, said to her, so not her thoughts, those were Spock's. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, she had no way of knowing, but eventually she was able to sort through and identify what belonged to her and what belonged to Spock. She figured out what body was whose, and slowly she was able to pick out the sensation of heat, wet heat, texture and gripping. This is what it feels like to be inside me?
Yes.
It was good, wonderful, no more would she ever question men's desire to penetrate.
I could say the same about women, Spock thought to her; she could tell that he was now focusing on feeling her as being her, feeling stretch, full, pressure, nice.
Uhura was able to focus enough that she could control her muscles; she clenched them around his cock; the onslaught of pleasure caught her off guard, the sensation of squeezing and being squeezed at the same time was incredible, but so was the answering echo of Spock's pleasure at experiencing both simultaneously as well. It was like a never ending circle, as his pleasure caused hers and hers caused his and everything all at once.
She lost all focus after that, but somehow Spock was able to center her, and gradually she became aware of who was who again.
Allow me to lead us through, now.
She felt Spock flow through her, through her head, and her spine, but it wasn't thoughts, it was his mind, but it wasn't. She didn't even know how, but she let him, and she realized that her arousal was increasing. She could tell they weren't moving, physically, that their limbs were still, their muscles relaxed, but still her arousal was building.
Here, I think, she heard Spock ponder, there was a distant sensation of a nerve being plucked. She didn't even know how she knew, never before had she been aware of nerves, internally, that she couldn't know without physical touch, but that pluck resolved in a burst of pleasure, just like her clitoris was being stimulated, except it wasn't, not really, but it felt the same in their minds.
And Spock kept exploring, kept searching through her, finding new nerves, and somehow, only with his mind, was able to touch them, to stimulate them, and her pleasure became his. She tried to do the same, to search out nerves with her mind as well, but she didn't know how he was doing it. That is all right, Nyota, feeling your pleasure is enough to cause mine in turn. And it was true, she knew this, because she could feel her balls drawing up closer to her body, no, they weren't hers, she didn't really have any even if it felt like she did, they were his, and oh, god, something was happening, everything was getting tighter, it had to be her, but there was something in their abdomen, something she'd never felt before, so that was Spock, a buildup of pressure so great and then she was screaming without sound, screaming in their minds as the pressure released with bursts of sensation, love, muscles contracting and emptying and fluid, love, attachment, possessiveness, the distant realization that she was feeling Spock ejaculate, that he'd mentally stimulated her nerves to make them both come, that she was having two orgasms at once. And love, the ever-present love bouncing back and forth between them.
Then she felt like everything was fading, until it was just blackness.
***
There was light, colors, and Uhura realized it was because she had opened her eyes. Memories of what they'd just done came flooding back, and she became aware that that their bodies were entwined together and they were lying on the pillows. They'd started sitting up, and she had no recollection of ever changing positions, but they must have, because here they were. Her whole body tingled, but it was only hers; she could no longer sense anything that belonged to Spock. She felt a pang, missing that total awareness of him.
His hand started rubbing her back soothingly.
She could hardly absorb what she'd just experienced, as if it weren't real, even though she knew it was. Her voice was shaky as she asked, "So that... that's how Vulcans have sex?"
"Very close to it, from what I am led to understand."
"That is... that was...."
She couldn't even finish. It was cliche to say, but there were no words. "No wonder you guys only have sex every seven years. That was... intense."
If Spock ever laughed, he probably would have now. "We are only compelled to a certainty every seven years, as you know."
"It's just... I mean... you didn't even touch me. Right? I'm not imagining that?" They weren't even sweaty, as if it had all been purely mental and not physical. But she had definitely come, that much she knew; her clit still thrummed from it and she could feel his semen begin to come down from inside her, so he had, too.
"I did not physically stimulate you the way in which you infer, no."
"God," was all she could say in reply.
"You are finding this overwhelming." A statement, not a question, because with his hand on her back, he would know.
"I... I can't even imagine having sex the old way again after this."
Spock's lips twitched. "Although this was exceedingly pleasurable, I find there are advantages to both methods now that I have a basis of comparison. There is something to be said for the actual physicality of human copulation."
Uhura couldn't necessarily disagree. So she just giggled and said, "Remember, Spock, we agreed that the word 'copulation' isn't to be used during pillow talk."
Spock just raised his eyebrows and his expression feigned not remembering, but Vulcans forgot nothing so she knew he was joking.
"I believe that perhaps a combination of the two methods would produce the most satisfactory results."
Uhura imagined being in a meld while he was thrusting into her and biting her nipple, that they'd both be able to feel the way his teeth made pleasure shoot down her spine and she'd know what it felt like to move inside her. That would be great in itself, even without the mentally stimulated nerves.
"Precisely," Spock replied to her thoughts.
She couldn't wait to try that. She grinned and hinted, "I think it's still your birthday."
"I believe you are correct," he said, and kissed her as he slid his body on top of hers.
END
Also, apologies to my fellow Team Spones members. This just... happened.
Author: orphica
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Filling a S/U kink meme prompt: "Vulcans meditate, so what if they have a Vulcan Kama Sutra? Or Vulcan tantric sex?"
Word Count: 3500
"I was thinking, Spock," Uhura began slowly. "That I might do something special for your birthday."
Spock's visage remained utterly blank. "Please assure me that you are not insinuating the planning of one of those surprise parties to which Ensign Yarrine was subjected," he said, the disdain plain in his voice.
She laughed. To her, it had been a great party, but she knew Spock would hardly enjoy nor appreciate the attention or atmosphere. "No, no. I was thinking of something more... private." She took a step toward him and laid a hand lightly on his chest. "Much more private, in fact."
Spock tilted his head, clearly curious. "Would it be prudent to attempt to have our schedules arranged in order for our free hours overlap that night?"
Uhura just smiled. "I think it would."
He raised his hand, as if to touch her, but just at that moment, another officer rounded the corner, and he lowered it, positioning his arms behind his back once again as he usually stood.
"Can you meet me later, and we can discuss the details?" She dropped her voice to finish, "Somewhere we won't be interrupted?"
"Certainly, lieutenant," Spock answered, and she knew he was being formal in case the officer was still within hearing range. "Is the observation deck agreeable?"
"That'll do," she replied, knowing it was merely their meeting place and it wouldn't be long before they retired to either one of their quarters.
***
Uhura floated in the post-coital haze as Spock still lightly stroked the length of her naked body with his fingers. Eventually, she remembered that she had a mission tonight.
"I have a question for you," she murmured.
"You may ask."
"On Earth, many cultures have this... tradition, I suppose you could say, of what we tend to call 'birthday sex.'"
Spock raised an eyebrow. "And the intercourse is different because it takes place on ones' birthday?"
"Sort of. Sometimes, the person celebrating the birthday gets to make special requests. Maybe something that their partner doesn't do for them often, or they try something new that the birthday person has always been curious about."
Spock seemed to pause to absorb this information for a moment before he said, "I fail to understand how in being considered a year older numerically is relevant in making, as you say, special requests."
"It's like another type of birthday present, given from one person to the other because it's a special occasion."
"You said, 'something their partner does not do for them often.' Does that imply that in this birthday sex, one partner acquiesces to a sexual practice their partner does not find desirable? I do not ever wish to pressure you to something you do not find pleasurable, Nyota, especially if it is because you feel obligated to continue a human tradition of birthday gifts which I have never before followed."
Oh, Spock. He didn't really get it, but then again, sometimes his literalness and also his consideration was why she loved him. "I appreciate that, but that's not really what I meant."
"I do not comprehend what you mean, in that case."
"I'm saying that tomorrow night, because I as a human want to do something special for you on what humans consider a special day, want to know if there is anything you want to try in bed that we haven't done yet."
He seemed uncertain, so she added, "That we would both enjoy, of course. So you could tell me if you've had a fantasy you want to act out, for example, and I'll let you know if I would enjoy it, too."
Spock said nothing for a moment, and she wondered if maybe she'd overwhelmed him. The sexual aspect of their relationship was fairly new, but going well, in her opinion. Yet, he never made requests of her in bed, and though at first she'd chalked that up to him being new to it all and letting her lead. Weeks later, after having become quite proficient at it (in her opinion), he'd never said even as little as, "Do that again" to her, not even in some overly technical, round about Spock-way.
"I'm sorry, Spock, I didn't mean to put you on the spot, or make you uncomfortable or anything. I just thought I'd throw it out there. I won't be offended if you don't want to."
"I believe I understand now," he began. "It is... unusual for Vulcans to speak of sexuality so frankly, however. I find it is rather difficult."
Right. There was that, but she'd hoped he'd eventually be able to get past that with her. At the same time, she didn't want to push him too much. In addition to being insensitive on her part, it would get them both nowhere. "You don't have to tell me anything right now. If you want, you can just ask me tomorrow night, when we're... in the midst of things. Maybe that would be easier for you, if it's spontaneous and in the moment? Only if you want, though."
Spock swallowed visibly. "There is one thing about which I have often thought."
"Oh?" She didn't want to pressure him, just seem comfortably encouraging. But she was insanely curious. In her experience, some of the most sexually closed-off people had the kinkiest fantasies. She couldn't picture Spock asking for anything crazy, but she'd often wondered just what he thought about in his own mind.
"I have often imagined us coupling in the Vulcan way."
"The Vulcan way?" She was confused. "Does that mean we've just been having 'human sex?'"
"The mechanics are similar, and as I am part human, I am able to participate in such a manner--"
Her face fell a little, wondering if, despite his climaxes, he'd really been enjoying sex with her.
He seemed to sense this and continued quickly, "... and thus I have not found our relations thus far to be unsatisfactory. I would even categorize them as exceedingly pleasurable."
There was still a but in there, she could sense it. "But?"
"There is the Vulcan part of me, the predominant part, that is curious of what intercourse would be like if we follow Vulcan sexual practices. However, I am not certain that it would be successful or possible, given that you are not Vulcan."
Uhura bit her lip. She knew it wasn't his intention, but his words hurt-- the implication that she could never fully satisfy him. But rather than damper her, she felt more determined to prove to him that the differences in their species and cultures would not get in the way of a good relationship.
Again, he sensed her mood. For all that he suppressed his emotions, he was remarkably perceptive in recognizing others'. "Do not misunderstand me, Nyota. I am simply concerned that it would not be a satisfactory encounter for you, not that you in any way could disappoint me."
She wasn't so sure she believed that, but she lifted her chin, almost defiantly. "I'm willing to try, if that's what you would like."
He glanced away before answering quietly, "I believe I would."
"So, what does Vulcan sex entail? Do I have to get anything special... or...."
"It is most difficult to explain. Although it seems that typically the person who is giving the present would be in charge of the arrangements, I believe in this case that I will see to the necessary preparations."
She couldn't argue with that. "Okay, sounds good." She tucked her chin into his shoulder. They still had a few hours they could sleep before she needed to sneak out.
***
At exactly 18 hundred hours the next evening, Uhura knocked discreetly on Spock's door, softly, knowing he would hear it.
He opened the door and stepped aside, the formal gesture of, "Please, do come in." Yet, as soon as the door was shut behind them, he reached for her, one hand lightly grasping hers, the other cupping her cheek as he gave her a soft "human kiss," as she had begun to think of them as. She caressed two of his fingers with two of hers, the way he preferred to be kissed in greeting.
The room was startling different from its normal appearance. Candles had been lit, placed everywhere in the room, and more forming a wide circle on the floor, the center of which some sort of pillow had been placed.
"This looks very romantic, Spock," she said, glancing up at him and raising her eyebrows.
"You appear incredulous."
She smiled. "I don't mean to offend you... I just never pictured Vulcan sex would be... less than matter-of-fact, I suppose."
"To the contrary, it can be exceptionally... romantic, as you say."
"I stand corrected," she said, still smiling. "So, how do we start?"
"We will simultaneously remove our clothing," he said, as he pulled his blue uniform shirt over his head, leaving on only his black undershirt.
She followed suit, and they undressed, matching item by item as much as they could. Finally, they stood nude before each other, and Spock's eyes swept over her body. She could have sworn she saw a slight glint of appreciation in his eyes.
He held his hand out toward her, and she accepted it, and was pulled gently against his body. He kissed her on the lips, while one of his hands stroked down her body before settling between her legs.
"I will stimulate you manually until you are adequately lubricated for penetration," he told her.
Manually? she wondered. As opposed to what?
"Vulcans can be stimulated telepathically," he said, caressing her fingers with his, answering her unspoken question.
She had already known telepathy was a part of sex for him; he was finely attuned to her thoughts and mood during sex because of the constant body contact. Early on he'd asked if this bothered her, and while on occasion there might be a downside if she subconsciously thought of something about him that annoyed her, but most often it proved to be a tremendous benefit. She certainly didn't have to tell him out loud what was pleasing her, what wasn't, or what she wanted next, and because of this, he'd caught on to how to pleasure her very specifically and very quickly.
"It is part of the reason simply touching fingers can be so pleasurable," Spock continued. "It is not because of physical sensation alone that we kiss in that manner. Through hands we can access the part of our partners' mind and nervous system that controls sexual arousal."
Oh. Well, in that case, her humanness was adding difficulty or hassle to his experience; that it would not be sex in a truly Vulcan manner no matter how much they tried. Was she able to 'stimulate' his fingers at all, given that she was not telepathic? Was this the equivalent of being a bad kisser to him?
"Please do not think such things," Spock assured her. "It is no trouble to pleasure you in this way. And I do receive much pleasure from you in return."
She wasn't entirely convinced, and wished for a moment that she could be telepathic, too, and know what he must be truly thinking.
At that thought of hers, he looked directly into her eyes and murmured, "You will know this soon."
She only had a second to ponder on that one before one of his fingers found her clit and she quickly lost the ability for all deep thought. After a minute, another of his fingers slid inside her. Her head fell back a little with the pleasure of it, and Spock took the opportunity to kiss her on the neck where she liked it.
But then, suddenly, his fingers were gone, and he said, "You are ready now."
Except... she wasn't so sure that she was, not quite yet, otherwise only a minute of thrusting was going to start to chafe, not to mention that she still didn't have any clue what Vulcan sex entailed. Was it rougher than usual? Did they allow emotions to overtake them and lose control physically as well?
"Please trust me, Nyota," Spock said, interrupting her thoughts.
And she did, so she allowed him to pull her down with him as he sank to sit on the pillow. He settled her onto his lap, and after positioning her hips a bit, he eased her down until her body was flush against his. He wasn't fully erect yet, but enough so that he was able to slide inside her as he pulled her against him.
She sighed at their joining, wrapping her legs around him as best she could; her arms also circling his neck. It felt so good that she couldn't help but rock a bit in his lap. His hands settled onto her hips and squeezed them lightly. She gave another small twist, but then his hands gripped her firmly-- not enough to bruise, but enough to keep her from moving again and she got the hint that she was to keep still.
"This is when we will join minds. It can be... overwhelming, to one who has not experienced it. Therefore, I must make sure that you wish to proceed."
She'd heard of them, of course, and knew that on occasion, Spock was able to use them in the field to help gather information. She'd always been insanely curious to know what it would be like, but had never dared to ask, lest she offend him by suggesting it. "I would like that very much, I think," she murmured.
His fingers cupped her cheek, and he gave her one last human kiss before those fingers settled on her temple and forehead.
He was whispering something, My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts but she couldn't tell where his voice had ended and his thoughts began.
Spock had been right... the joining of their minds was overwhelming. She could feel everything he felt, every sensation, every thought, every emotion: love, arousal, fondness, nervousness, but hers as well, to the point where she couldn't even differentiate which of those emotions belonged to whom. There was a touch on an arm, was it her arm, or was it her touch, was it his, what...
And suddenly, she was back to just herself. Their foreheads were together, and Uhura realized the confusing touch had been her hand digging into his arm. She let go, dropping her head down to his shoulder.
"I am sorry, Nyota, I should have prepared you more for what a meld can be like."
She let out a shuddering breath and lifted her head to look into his eyes. "Nothing you could ever have said could have."
"Would you like to try again?"
She nodded. "Yes."
His hand caressed her hair before his fingers positioned again. This time, the sudden swirl of feelings was just as overwhelming, but not shocking. Take some time to acclimate, Nyota. It is a learned skill. Her name, said to her, so not her thoughts, those were Spock's. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, she had no way of knowing, but eventually she was able to sort through and identify what belonged to her and what belonged to Spock. She figured out what body was whose, and slowly she was able to pick out the sensation of heat, wet heat, texture and gripping. This is what it feels like to be inside me?
Yes.
It was good, wonderful, no more would she ever question men's desire to penetrate.
I could say the same about women, Spock thought to her; she could tell that he was now focusing on feeling her as being her, feeling stretch, full, pressure, nice.
Uhura was able to focus enough that she could control her muscles; she clenched them around his cock; the onslaught of pleasure caught her off guard, the sensation of squeezing and being squeezed at the same time was incredible, but so was the answering echo of Spock's pleasure at experiencing both simultaneously as well. It was like a never ending circle, as his pleasure caused hers and hers caused his and everything all at once.
She lost all focus after that, but somehow Spock was able to center her, and gradually she became aware of who was who again.
Allow me to lead us through, now.
She felt Spock flow through her, through her head, and her spine, but it wasn't thoughts, it was his mind, but it wasn't. She didn't even know how, but she let him, and she realized that her arousal was increasing. She could tell they weren't moving, physically, that their limbs were still, their muscles relaxed, but still her arousal was building.
Here, I think, she heard Spock ponder, there was a distant sensation of a nerve being plucked. She didn't even know how she knew, never before had she been aware of nerves, internally, that she couldn't know without physical touch, but that pluck resolved in a burst of pleasure, just like her clitoris was being stimulated, except it wasn't, not really, but it felt the same in their minds.
And Spock kept exploring, kept searching through her, finding new nerves, and somehow, only with his mind, was able to touch them, to stimulate them, and her pleasure became his. She tried to do the same, to search out nerves with her mind as well, but she didn't know how he was doing it. That is all right, Nyota, feeling your pleasure is enough to cause mine in turn. And it was true, she knew this, because she could feel her balls drawing up closer to her body, no, they weren't hers, she didn't really have any even if it felt like she did, they were his, and oh, god, something was happening, everything was getting tighter, it had to be her, but there was something in their abdomen, something she'd never felt before, so that was Spock, a buildup of pressure so great and then she was screaming without sound, screaming in their minds as the pressure released with bursts of sensation, love, muscles contracting and emptying and fluid, love, attachment, possessiveness, the distant realization that she was feeling Spock ejaculate, that he'd mentally stimulated her nerves to make them both come, that she was having two orgasms at once. And love, the ever-present love bouncing back and forth between them.
Then she felt like everything was fading, until it was just blackness.
***
There was light, colors, and Uhura realized it was because she had opened her eyes. Memories of what they'd just done came flooding back, and she became aware that that their bodies were entwined together and they were lying on the pillows. They'd started sitting up, and she had no recollection of ever changing positions, but they must have, because here they were. Her whole body tingled, but it was only hers; she could no longer sense anything that belonged to Spock. She felt a pang, missing that total awareness of him.
His hand started rubbing her back soothingly.
She could hardly absorb what she'd just experienced, as if it weren't real, even though she knew it was. Her voice was shaky as she asked, "So that... that's how Vulcans have sex?"
"Very close to it, from what I am led to understand."
"That is... that was...."
She couldn't even finish. It was cliche to say, but there were no words. "No wonder you guys only have sex every seven years. That was... intense."
If Spock ever laughed, he probably would have now. "We are only compelled to a certainty every seven years, as you know."
"It's just... I mean... you didn't even touch me. Right? I'm not imagining that?" They weren't even sweaty, as if it had all been purely mental and not physical. But she had definitely come, that much she knew; her clit still thrummed from it and she could feel his semen begin to come down from inside her, so he had, too.
"I did not physically stimulate you the way in which you infer, no."
"God," was all she could say in reply.
"You are finding this overwhelming." A statement, not a question, because with his hand on her back, he would know.
"I... I can't even imagine having sex the old way again after this."
Spock's lips twitched. "Although this was exceedingly pleasurable, I find there are advantages to both methods now that I have a basis of comparison. There is something to be said for the actual physicality of human copulation."
Uhura couldn't necessarily disagree. So she just giggled and said, "Remember, Spock, we agreed that the word 'copulation' isn't to be used during pillow talk."
Spock just raised his eyebrows and his expression feigned not remembering, but Vulcans forgot nothing so she knew he was joking.
"I believe that perhaps a combination of the two methods would produce the most satisfactory results."
Uhura imagined being in a meld while he was thrusting into her and biting her nipple, that they'd both be able to feel the way his teeth made pleasure shoot down her spine and she'd know what it felt like to move inside her. That would be great in itself, even without the mentally stimulated nerves.
"Precisely," Spock replied to her thoughts.
She couldn't wait to try that. She grinned and hinted, "I think it's still your birthday."
"I believe you are correct," he said, and kissed her as he slid his body on top of hers.
END
Also, apologies to my fellow Team Spones members. This just... happened.