Playing With Toys: Mate (Part XII/XII)
Title: Playing With Toys, Part XII: Mate
Author: TeaOli
Characters/Pairings: Gaila, Uhura/Spock
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexiertimes
Summary: After playing with their toys, Uhura and Spock finish the game.
Author's Note: Oops! Didn't relaize I never posted the final two chapters here.
Read Part I: The Toy
Read Part II: Come Out and Play
Read Part III: You Got Played!
Read Part IV: Now, Play Fair!
Read Part V: Turnabout is Fair Play!
Read Part VI: Playing With Toys
Read Part VII: Don't Play With Me
Read Part VIII: Playing Games
Read Part IX: Nicely Played
Read Part X: Playing For Keeps
Read Part XI: End Game
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Spock was gliding. He was riding the thermals of the delight Nyota took from his hands and mouth. Every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers spiraled her higher and he was snatched up behind her. Euphoria grew and grew, expanding past all boundaries she had previously known. He felt her fear and surprise mingle with her desire for… more.
Then they were up above clouds of pleasure and the bright heat of… ecstasy was burning down on them, wrapping around them weaving in between their cells.
Building,
spreading,
rushing
until, suddenly,
a burst of blistering colors scorched her mind and she shattered in an explosion of bliss. And he was breaking apart with her, unable to see the place where the molecules that were Nyota stopped and those that were Spock began.
They fell back to Earth, to his bed, his quarters, Starfleet Academy, still joined, their panting breaths a harmony, their pounding hearts racing along side the other.
He withdrew his fingers from inside her, leaving off his intimate caresses. His lips lingered longer on hers, but knowing she needed to breathe independent of his, he eventually found the will to drag his mouth away.
Beside him, she continued to tremble, wracked by occasional aftershocks long after the actual climax had passed.
He longed to hold her until the tremors were over, but feared touching her now would send them both rising into the sky again. He did not wish to take her too far. Not yet. She had the rest of her life to fly with him.
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Zings of agonizing pleasure were shooting through every part of her being. Fireworks were going off behind her mind. Normal breathing was an impossible dream. Her heart was going to beat out of her chest.
Uhura was terrified that the next time, she would never find her way back, that she would float around forever in pieces, never solid enough to hold in the sensations Spock created in her. He’d been there with her, disintegrating in the bliss that had shattered her mind.
And yet, she longed for more. She wanted to feel it all over again.
He was close enough to touch, but he didn’t touch her. She missed his hands on her body. Even as her entire being hummed with satisfaction, she longed for him.
She rolled closer to him and reached out. Her hand fluttered over the flesh covering his wildly racing heart.
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He drew in a sharp breath when she touched him, breaking the rules they had both agreed to.
“Nyota,” he gasped, “please. You must not-.” He was still afraid he had given her too much, showed her more than she could take, allowed her to feel more than she could possibly bear. But she rolled closer and pressed her body against his and whispered in his ear, “More.”
Any semblance of Vulcan control was lost.
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Uhura was flying. Her wings were spread out behind her and she was climbing the sky with broad strokes that echoed the brush and scrape of flesh against flesh. Spock was lying on his back next to her and he was letting her touch him and she was Spock because she felt him everywhere.
His pleasure seeped into her when she pushed her fingers through the hairs on his chest and he trembled beneath her touch. She felt them prickle against her palms again, but this time the sensation was real and she knew the pulses of electricity that arced from her hands to his flesh were real because she was Spock and she felt him everywhere.
His strength leaked through her when he lifted her onto him and she felt her knees clasp his hips because she was Spock and she felt him everywhere.
And when she leaned forward bite his chin and her breasts grazed his chest, she knew how the hard points of her nipples were pleasing because it was her chest she was brushing against, those were her hairs tickling her skin and she cried out because she couldn’t tell where he ended and Nyota began because she was Spock and she felt him everywhere.
Then she braced her hands on his/her shoulders and teased her wet center against the hard, burning ridge of his lok. Then she was searching for breath with him and could hear her voice coming from behind his clenched teeth and they both said, “Ride me, Nyota.”
So she did.
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Spock and Uhura were flying past the stars.
The vacuum of space could not touch them because they provided their own atmosphere. They breathed each other in and created their own heat as they moved as one.
He held her hips as she rose up slowly gripping his length inside her. She clenched his hips with her knees and calves while plunging back down to meet him.
The sweet suction from sliding off of him, the mesmerizing friction of her flesh wrapping around his when she slid down sent them soaring again and again. And when her wings tired, he took over, flying them faster and faster until the stars were a blur
and the colors rushed through both of them,
and bliss was splitting them into their molecules,
and pieces of them floated through space.
They crashed back to Earth, to his bed, his quarters, Starfleet Academy, still joined, their panting breaths a song and their pounding hearts dancing together.
And his lok was still hard.
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Hours later, she lay in his arms, her head pillowed by his shoulder. She traced lazy designs on one flat pectoral.
“Spock,” she murmured. She was too replete with satisfaction to bother with enunciation.
“Mm,” Spock replied. He was similarly affected.
She nipped his ear to make sure he was paying attention. He paid attention.
“You don’t think this is weird?” she asked, spreading out a hand to indicate the two of them, the bed.
Spock grabbed her hand and placed it back on his chest.
“No, not really,” he told her. “It’s not an uncommon practice among my father’s people as sexually satisfied females are inclined to mate more often. There is ongoing debate that the original purpose is defeated if the male reaches climax without ejaculating, but there are many healers who would recommend the practice among mates who are apart for long periods of time. Much as with human women, the brains of Vulcan females release what you would call ‘bonding hormones’ during climax. So, by repeatedly pleasing his mate, the Vulcan male ensures her continued loyalty.”
Uhura stared at him as if he’d grown a second head.
“I’m not talking about your weird Vulcan dry orgasms,” she said and punched him in the chest muscle she’d just been caressing.
He rolled over on top over her and licked her neck.
“You did not find my ‘weird Vulcan dry orgasms’ objectionable when you were sharing them with, Nyota,” he murmured in her ear. He shifted his hips against hers and she could feel his lok hardening again. She squirmed in anticipation of more pleasure.
Laughing at her reaction as much as at Spock’s action, she shoved him away. He fell onto his back again, almost-smiling.
“Stop it!” she exclaimed through fits of giggles. “Stop trying to distract me!” She paused to regain control of herself then resumed drawing patterns on his chest with her finger. “I meant, isn’t it weird that we went straight from, you know, maybe a little bit friends, but mostly teacher and student, to this? To forever? Without even stopping to date or anything?”
Spock turned on his side and shot her what she knew to be a concerned look.
“Is that what you believe has happened between us?” he wanted to know.
She didn’t know what else he expected her to think.
“Well, um, yeah. Sort of,” she admitted. “I mean, I know you wanted to be with me for two years and nearly eight months, and you think I’ve wanted you for nearly as long - .” He cut her off.
“I only ‘think’ you wanted me, Nyota?” he asked, raising that eyebrow again.
She gave him a half smile.
“Well, okay, so I have,” she confessed, “but I never really thought about forever until the end of the year was coming and I knew I wouldn’t be in any of your classes next year and I didn’t know if you’d still want to spend time with me and- Don’t you see, Spock? That’s what makes this weird!
“I didn’t even know if you’d want to spend time with me next year, let alone that you wanted me to spend the rest of my life with you. We’ve never been on a single date, but we’re already professing our undying love and deciding to get married and bonded and, Spock, by most current human standards, that’s odd.”
Concern faded from his face, to be replaced by another of those full smiles she was learning to love so much. He pulled her close to him and wrapped both arms around her.
“Nyota,” he began, “what do you think we have been doing every Thursday night for the past three semesters, if not dating?”
She furrowed her brow, even though he couldn’t see her face. He would feel her confusion through touching her.
“Cooking dinner, examining other cultures, learning things not necessarily taught in Academy classes- .”
He interrupted her list with a kiss on top of her head and brief squeeze.
“Define ‘date’ in its social connotation for me, Cadet,” he ordered. She felt his amusement more than she heard it in his voice.
“It’s a courtship ritual in which two, or in some cases, more, individuals spend time together in order to assess one another’s suitability as a romantic partner,” she defined.
“And how is that different from what we were doing, Cadet?” he asked. “Did you not come to the conclusion that I was a desirable romantic partner during the time you spent with me outside the classroom?”
She looked up at him and frowned fiercely.
“It doesn’t count if one does not know one is on a date, Lieutenant,” she said.
Spock bent to kiss away the lines forming between her brows.
“It is no fault of mine, Cadet, if you were not adept enough at reading social cues to realize that you were, in fact, dating me,” he teased. “However, now that the situation has been rectified, I think it would be wise for us to continue to move forward. You have shown an exemplary ability to recover lost ground where you were once deficient.”
He rolled on to his back once more, this time taking her with him.
“Before we commence assessing your progress, Cadet, I need to address another inaccurate statement you have made tonight.” He ran both hands down her back to cup her buttocks. She clutched at his shoulders and pressed closer to him.
Her voice was somewhat strained as she asked, “What was this statement, sir?”
Spock slid her body up his until her ear was pressed against his lips.
“You said, Cadet, that we are ‘professing our undying love and deciding to get married and bonded,’” he quoted. “While I believe I have implied that my love for you is will last your lifetime and mine, and I have said that I wish to bond with you, I have not professed undying love - though my feelings for you are just that - and further, I have not decided to bond with you, as I need your cooperation in order to decide to do such a thing, Cadet. The subject of a Federation marriage never came up before tonight. And you have not even told me you love me.”
Uhura turned her head so that her eyes stared into Spock’s and her lips were less than a hair’s breadth away from his.
“I love you, sir,” she stated. “I wish to marry you, and become your bondmate - someday.”
“In that case, Cadet,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers, “let us begin your assessment.”
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Uhura awoke the next morning to find an awake Spock sitting up in bed, watching her.
Little Spock, wearing dark grey sleep pants and a black tank was tucked in her arms. Nyota-doll was tucked in his arms, and wearing the sleep shirt that matched the dark grey pants.
Uhura glanced up to meet her Spock’s smiling eyes.
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Author: TeaOli
Characters/Pairings: Gaila, Uhura/Spock
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexiertimes
Summary: After playing with their toys, Uhura and Spock finish the game.
Author's Note: Oops! Didn't relaize I never posted the final two chapters here.
Read Part I: The Toy
Read Part II: Come Out and Play
Read Part III: You Got Played!
Read Part IV: Now, Play Fair!
Read Part V: Turnabout is Fair Play!
Read Part VI: Playing With Toys
Read Part VII: Don't Play With Me
Read Part VIII: Playing Games
Read Part IX: Nicely Played
Read Part X: Playing For Keeps
Read Part XI: End Game
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Spock was gliding. He was riding the thermals of the delight Nyota took from his hands and mouth. Every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers spiraled her higher and he was snatched up behind her. Euphoria grew and grew, expanding past all boundaries she had previously known. He felt her fear and surprise mingle with her desire for… more.
Then they were up above clouds of pleasure and the bright heat of… ecstasy was burning down on them, wrapping around them weaving in between their cells.
Building,
spreading,
rushing
until, suddenly,
a burst of blistering colors scorched her mind and she shattered in an explosion of bliss. And he was breaking apart with her, unable to see the place where the molecules that were Nyota stopped and those that were Spock began.
They fell back to Earth, to his bed, his quarters, Starfleet Academy, still joined, their panting breaths a harmony, their pounding hearts racing along side the other.
He withdrew his fingers from inside her, leaving off his intimate caresses. His lips lingered longer on hers, but knowing she needed to breathe independent of his, he eventually found the will to drag his mouth away.
Beside him, she continued to tremble, wracked by occasional aftershocks long after the actual climax had passed.
He longed to hold her until the tremors were over, but feared touching her now would send them both rising into the sky again. He did not wish to take her too far. Not yet. She had the rest of her life to fly with him.
_______________________
Zings of agonizing pleasure were shooting through every part of her being. Fireworks were going off behind her mind. Normal breathing was an impossible dream. Her heart was going to beat out of her chest.
Uhura was terrified that the next time, she would never find her way back, that she would float around forever in pieces, never solid enough to hold in the sensations Spock created in her. He’d been there with her, disintegrating in the bliss that had shattered her mind.
And yet, she longed for more. She wanted to feel it all over again.
He was close enough to touch, but he didn’t touch her. She missed his hands on her body. Even as her entire being hummed with satisfaction, she longed for him.
She rolled closer to him and reached out. Her hand fluttered over the flesh covering his wildly racing heart.
_______________________
He drew in a sharp breath when she touched him, breaking the rules they had both agreed to.
“Nyota,” he gasped, “please. You must not-.” He was still afraid he had given her too much, showed her more than she could take, allowed her to feel more than she could possibly bear. But she rolled closer and pressed her body against his and whispered in his ear, “More.”
Any semblance of Vulcan control was lost.
_______________________
Uhura was flying. Her wings were spread out behind her and she was climbing the sky with broad strokes that echoed the brush and scrape of flesh against flesh. Spock was lying on his back next to her and he was letting her touch him and she was Spock because she felt him everywhere.
His pleasure seeped into her when she pushed her fingers through the hairs on his chest and he trembled beneath her touch. She felt them prickle against her palms again, but this time the sensation was real and she knew the pulses of electricity that arced from her hands to his flesh were real because she was Spock and she felt him everywhere.
His strength leaked through her when he lifted her onto him and she felt her knees clasp his hips because she was Spock and she felt him everywhere.
And when she leaned forward bite his chin and her breasts grazed his chest, she knew how the hard points of her nipples were pleasing because it was her chest she was brushing against, those were her hairs tickling her skin and she cried out because she couldn’t tell where he ended and Nyota began because she was Spock and she felt him everywhere.
Then she braced her hands on his/her shoulders and teased her wet center against the hard, burning ridge of his lok. Then she was searching for breath with him and could hear her voice coming from behind his clenched teeth and they both said, “Ride me, Nyota.”
So she did.
_______________________
Spock and Uhura were flying past the stars.
The vacuum of space could not touch them because they provided their own atmosphere. They breathed each other in and created their own heat as they moved as one.
He held her hips as she rose up slowly gripping his length inside her. She clenched his hips with her knees and calves while plunging back down to meet him.
The sweet suction from sliding off of him, the mesmerizing friction of her flesh wrapping around his when she slid down sent them soaring again and again. And when her wings tired, he took over, flying them faster and faster until the stars were a blur
and the colors rushed through both of them,
and bliss was splitting them into their molecules,
and pieces of them floated through space.
They crashed back to Earth, to his bed, his quarters, Starfleet Academy, still joined, their panting breaths a song and their pounding hearts dancing together.
And his lok was still hard.
_______________________
Hours later, she lay in his arms, her head pillowed by his shoulder. She traced lazy designs on one flat pectoral.
“Spock,” she murmured. She was too replete with satisfaction to bother with enunciation.
“Mm,” Spock replied. He was similarly affected.
She nipped his ear to make sure he was paying attention. He paid attention.
“You don’t think this is weird?” she asked, spreading out a hand to indicate the two of them, the bed.
Spock grabbed her hand and placed it back on his chest.
“No, not really,” he told her. “It’s not an uncommon practice among my father’s people as sexually satisfied females are inclined to mate more often. There is ongoing debate that the original purpose is defeated if the male reaches climax without ejaculating, but there are many healers who would recommend the practice among mates who are apart for long periods of time. Much as with human women, the brains of Vulcan females release what you would call ‘bonding hormones’ during climax. So, by repeatedly pleasing his mate, the Vulcan male ensures her continued loyalty.”
Uhura stared at him as if he’d grown a second head.
“I’m not talking about your weird Vulcan dry orgasms,” she said and punched him in the chest muscle she’d just been caressing.
He rolled over on top over her and licked her neck.
“You did not find my ‘weird Vulcan dry orgasms’ objectionable when you were sharing them with, Nyota,” he murmured in her ear. He shifted his hips against hers and she could feel his lok hardening again. She squirmed in anticipation of more pleasure.
Laughing at her reaction as much as at Spock’s action, she shoved him away. He fell onto his back again, almost-smiling.
“Stop it!” she exclaimed through fits of giggles. “Stop trying to distract me!” She paused to regain control of herself then resumed drawing patterns on his chest with her finger. “I meant, isn’t it weird that we went straight from, you know, maybe a little bit friends, but mostly teacher and student, to this? To forever? Without even stopping to date or anything?”
Spock turned on his side and shot her what she knew to be a concerned look.
“Is that what you believe has happened between us?” he wanted to know.
She didn’t know what else he expected her to think.
“Well, um, yeah. Sort of,” she admitted. “I mean, I know you wanted to be with me for two years and nearly eight months, and you think I’ve wanted you for nearly as long - .” He cut her off.
“I only ‘think’ you wanted me, Nyota?” he asked, raising that eyebrow again.
She gave him a half smile.
“Well, okay, so I have,” she confessed, “but I never really thought about forever until the end of the year was coming and I knew I wouldn’t be in any of your classes next year and I didn’t know if you’d still want to spend time with me and- Don’t you see, Spock? That’s what makes this weird!
“I didn’t even know if you’d want to spend time with me next year, let alone that you wanted me to spend the rest of my life with you. We’ve never been on a single date, but we’re already professing our undying love and deciding to get married and bonded and, Spock, by most current human standards, that’s odd.”
Concern faded from his face, to be replaced by another of those full smiles she was learning to love so much. He pulled her close to him and wrapped both arms around her.
“Nyota,” he began, “what do you think we have been doing every Thursday night for the past three semesters, if not dating?”
She furrowed her brow, even though he couldn’t see her face. He would feel her confusion through touching her.
“Cooking dinner, examining other cultures, learning things not necessarily taught in Academy classes- .”
He interrupted her list with a kiss on top of her head and brief squeeze.
“Define ‘date’ in its social connotation for me, Cadet,” he ordered. She felt his amusement more than she heard it in his voice.
“It’s a courtship ritual in which two, or in some cases, more, individuals spend time together in order to assess one another’s suitability as a romantic partner,” she defined.
“And how is that different from what we were doing, Cadet?” he asked. “Did you not come to the conclusion that I was a desirable romantic partner during the time you spent with me outside the classroom?”
She looked up at him and frowned fiercely.
“It doesn’t count if one does not know one is on a date, Lieutenant,” she said.
Spock bent to kiss away the lines forming between her brows.
“It is no fault of mine, Cadet, if you were not adept enough at reading social cues to realize that you were, in fact, dating me,” he teased. “However, now that the situation has been rectified, I think it would be wise for us to continue to move forward. You have shown an exemplary ability to recover lost ground where you were once deficient.”
He rolled on to his back once more, this time taking her with him.
“Before we commence assessing your progress, Cadet, I need to address another inaccurate statement you have made tonight.” He ran both hands down her back to cup her buttocks. She clutched at his shoulders and pressed closer to him.
Her voice was somewhat strained as she asked, “What was this statement, sir?”
Spock slid her body up his until her ear was pressed against his lips.
“You said, Cadet, that we are ‘professing our undying love and deciding to get married and bonded,’” he quoted. “While I believe I have implied that my love for you is will last your lifetime and mine, and I have said that I wish to bond with you, I have not professed undying love - though my feelings for you are just that - and further, I have not decided to bond with you, as I need your cooperation in order to decide to do such a thing, Cadet. The subject of a Federation marriage never came up before tonight. And you have not even told me you love me.”
Uhura turned her head so that her eyes stared into Spock’s and her lips were less than a hair’s breadth away from his.
“I love you, sir,” she stated. “I wish to marry you, and become your bondmate - someday.”
“In that case, Cadet,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers, “let us begin your assessment.”
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Uhura awoke the next morning to find an awake Spock sitting up in bed, watching her.
Little Spock, wearing dark grey sleep pants and a black tank was tucked in her arms. Nyota-doll was tucked in his arms, and wearing the sleep shirt that matched the dark grey pants.
Uhura glanced up to meet her Spock’s smiling eyes.
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