Mesuvulava: CH: 10: Step 7
MESUVULAVA
Vulcan meaning: transformation: the act or an instance of transforming; a marked change, as in appearance or character, usually for the better
CH 1| Ta’Navi
CH: 2: Hot Chocolate
CH 3| Vulcan Called Spock
CH 4 | In the ears
CH 5 | Eat At Dean’s
CH 6 | Christmas Snow
CH 7 | Breathing Space
CH 8 | Happy Birthday Jim
CH 9 | Seven Stages of Grief
This chapter includes some content not suitable for children. You have been advised.
CH: 10
Step 7
BY: Wolfa Moon
SUM: #7
DIS: Own nothing.
7) acceptance & hope
McCoy sat on the steps outside their dorm. A padd in her hand. Accepting herself now for what she is. A human male stuck in a Vulcan female. Running every scenario available. Nothing checked out. Now to sit and accept. The stage of grief and loss. Finally hitting the seven step.
Looking up into the sun. Letting it seep into every pore. Her thoughts began to warm.
Feeling the flush of heat throughout her body.
Then the sun being blocked.
“Len,” a voice spoke. Opening her eyes.
“Hello Spock.”
“May I inquire how you are doing?” Spock had become a very good teacher. Both teaching each other. Him to be more human. Her to be more knowledgeable on Vulcan’s.
“I am fine Spock. Why?”
“You smell different.” McCoy took in a wift. She didn’t smell different to herself.
“I don’t smell anything.” He tilts his head. She tilts hers, raising an eyebrow. He steps back. Staggered more like it.
“Be careful.” Confusion filled her mind. Careful of what? “Live long and prosper.” He moved quickly away from her. Shaking her head. Did she really smell that bad? Lifting her collar to smell.
“Bones.” McCoy turned and smiled as her friend approached. “Something wrong?” He sat beside her. Tapping her hand with his.
“Do I smell bad?” Not able to get Spock’s words out of her head. Kirk leaned in at her neck. Leaning her head back to give him better access.
At her neck, Kirk smelled. She smelled like melting snow and honey. A smell he came to associate with his Bones. She had been his for a while. But right now. Her smell. Moving in closer his nose brushed her neck. She shuddered at the touch. Kirk smiled. Going in for more. Licking her neck. Not enough he placed his mouth on her neck. McCoy shuddered under his ministration.
“Get a room.” A passing cadet spoke. Breaking them apart. Both breathing heavy.
“What’s going on?” Kirk looked deep into her wells. Shaking her head she didn’t know. The only feeling going through her is, want. Raising a hand she traced his forehead, around his eye. Down the cheek. Then moving down.
“Spock said I smelled different.”
“Maybe it is a Vulcan thing.”
“Hmm,” McCoy pondered that. She was made privy to a lot of the secret world of Vulcan’s. Yet they still hid things form her. Important things. This being one of them. The fire burned in her. “Jim, can we go to our room?” Her hand resting still on his neck. Transmitting the feeling of warmth. Heat. Kirk could only nod.
The two moved quickly. They could skip their study session.
Mating is unique with Vulcan’s she had learned of Pon Far and how it dealt with males. What they didn’t take to consideration. Is that Leonard McCoy was a male. Even though female now. The fire burned.
Entering the room. McCoy threw a security medical lock on the door. Locking them out from the world. Just them.
Kirk stood back. Wondering what the hell is happening. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Yet this is his friend. He didn’t want to screw it up. Gulping when McCoy took of her shirt. Exposing skin. Then removing pants. More skin. She looked up at him.
“Remove your cloths.”
“If you insist.” Kirk began to clumsily discard his cloths. All cloths off she moved in on him. Kissing his lips. His fingers digging into his hair. His hands roaming all over. Feeling all her curves. Jim’s mind thinking on what the hell. Tried to separate them.
“Bones, Bones.” She’s grinding herself into him. Very hard to ignore. “There might be something wrong here.”
“The only thing wrong here is you not participating.” She growled as she licked his neck. Then biting down. Kirk yelped. He had read up on Vulcan secrets too. Then he recognized the signs.
“Bones, I think you’re in Pon Far.”
“I’m female.” She said groping his chest. Hands moving lower.
“Yeah also mentally male a little too. Oh god.” He groaned as her warm hands wrapped around his manhood.
“Jim, if this is that. Do you not want to be mine?” She purred
“I’m yours.” Nothing he ever said was more true then that.
“Then stop thinking.” Kirk groaned to the heavens. He is getting everything he wanted. Why is he fighting this? This is his best friend. His only true friend. He didn’t want to hurt this. Motioning his head down. McCoy made it so they could look into each other’s eyes. Laying her hand on meld points she had learned from Spock. She showed Kirk what she saw when she sees him. Saw all her emotion. The want. The love.
Love. Kirk melted. Grabbing her closer. She deepened further into his mind. Feeling for that cord that would bind them. Thoughts are strings. And Kirk has always been a strong gold cord. Kirk looking back though the door she had opened. Seeing her cord. To him it is white silver, with snow swirling around it. Pulling him in. he wants her. As much as she wants him.
Moving to the bed he laid her down. His snow angel. He covered her up with his body. Licking tasting everywhere he could reach. Taking her in. McCoy keeping constant contact with his face. Sharing sensation. Then she flooded him with all the lust, yearning. He could not hold back any longer.
Moving up they gaze into each other eyes. He closes his as he enters her. So warm. So right. They move and dance. Making a mess in the snow. He thunders into her. Over and over. She mews as he groans. Moving as one. Building together till the lightening discharges. Together. They strike the same spot. At the same time. Consummating their bond.
McCoy pushes more thoughts into him. Getting him going again. And in do time he is up again and they are going again.
Time seemed to pass them by. But by the 18th round. Kirk began to wane. McCoy could not have that. She moved to let him relax for a while. Getting nourishment. And also a supplement, enhancers. To vitalize him. She helped Kirk eat and drink. Kirk looked at her. He loves her. She loves him. She could feel him inside her head. Feel him solid. Then she pushed him back onto his back.
“Already?”
“Yes.”
“Are we planning to do all 64 positions in the Kama sutra?”
“That sounds like a challenge.” She devoured him.
“Oh god.” Throwing his head back as his dick was engulfed in warmth again. How? He knew McCoy had done something. Something to get him rearing. True he never had complaints before. Or dwindled to a challenge. But after 18… ah.. 19… any man can falter. He still remained erect. “Bones…”
“Please Jim. I need this. I need you.” She sunk deep onto him. Her hand placing itself on his face. Felling her fire burn. Raging through her like a forest. His angel is on fire. He needs to sooth her. Sooth the flames. Bringing the snow back.
After. Way after all the moves in that book. Then moving to the Orion sutra. They were both beat. Kirk tingled everywhere. Moving from the bed. He watches McCoy sleep.
Finally. Washing off he can’t believe he can be anywhere else. Couldn’t be happier. He is happy. He is where he belongs. Refreshed he goes into the room. Eyes look upon him form the bed. Her back exposed to light. He can just imagine her wings. She smiles.
“Am I really your angel?” Kirk nods. The bond letting them hear each other. His eyes flood with the image in his head. She smiles. “Come back to bed my captain.” He likes that. He gets into bed. She curls herself around him. “I love you, ashayam”
“Love you too Bones, forever.”
AN: I intend to do the film version with this verse. But it may be a while.
Vulcan meaning: transformation: the act or an instance of transforming; a marked change, as in appearance or character, usually for the better
CH 1| Ta’Navi
CH: 2: Hot Chocolate
CH 3| Vulcan Called Spock
CH 4 | In the ears
CH 5 | Eat At Dean’s
CH 6 | Christmas Snow
CH 7 | Breathing Space
CH 8 | Happy Birthday Jim
CH 9 | Seven Stages of Grief
This chapter includes some content not suitable for children. You have been advised.
CH: 10
Step 7
BY: Wolfa Moon
SUM: #7
DIS: Own nothing.
7) acceptance & hope
McCoy sat on the steps outside their dorm. A padd in her hand. Accepting herself now for what she is. A human male stuck in a Vulcan female. Running every scenario available. Nothing checked out. Now to sit and accept. The stage of grief and loss. Finally hitting the seven step.
Looking up into the sun. Letting it seep into every pore. Her thoughts began to warm.
Feeling the flush of heat throughout her body.
Then the sun being blocked.
“Len,” a voice spoke. Opening her eyes.
“Hello Spock.”
“May I inquire how you are doing?” Spock had become a very good teacher. Both teaching each other. Him to be more human. Her to be more knowledgeable on Vulcan’s.
“I am fine Spock. Why?”
“You smell different.” McCoy took in a wift. She didn’t smell different to herself.
“I don’t smell anything.” He tilts his head. She tilts hers, raising an eyebrow. He steps back. Staggered more like it.
“Be careful.” Confusion filled her mind. Careful of what? “Live long and prosper.” He moved quickly away from her. Shaking her head. Did she really smell that bad? Lifting her collar to smell.
“Bones.” McCoy turned and smiled as her friend approached. “Something wrong?” He sat beside her. Tapping her hand with his.
“Do I smell bad?” Not able to get Spock’s words out of her head. Kirk leaned in at her neck. Leaning her head back to give him better access.
At her neck, Kirk smelled. She smelled like melting snow and honey. A smell he came to associate with his Bones. She had been his for a while. But right now. Her smell. Moving in closer his nose brushed her neck. She shuddered at the touch. Kirk smiled. Going in for more. Licking her neck. Not enough he placed his mouth on her neck. McCoy shuddered under his ministration.
“Get a room.” A passing cadet spoke. Breaking them apart. Both breathing heavy.
“What’s going on?” Kirk looked deep into her wells. Shaking her head she didn’t know. The only feeling going through her is, want. Raising a hand she traced his forehead, around his eye. Down the cheek. Then moving down.
“Spock said I smelled different.”
“Maybe it is a Vulcan thing.”
“Hmm,” McCoy pondered that. She was made privy to a lot of the secret world of Vulcan’s. Yet they still hid things form her. Important things. This being one of them. The fire burned in her. “Jim, can we go to our room?” Her hand resting still on his neck. Transmitting the feeling of warmth. Heat. Kirk could only nod.
The two moved quickly. They could skip their study session.
Mating is unique with Vulcan’s she had learned of Pon Far and how it dealt with males. What they didn’t take to consideration. Is that Leonard McCoy was a male. Even though female now. The fire burned.
Entering the room. McCoy threw a security medical lock on the door. Locking them out from the world. Just them.
Kirk stood back. Wondering what the hell is happening. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Yet this is his friend. He didn’t want to screw it up. Gulping when McCoy took of her shirt. Exposing skin. Then removing pants. More skin. She looked up at him.
“Remove your cloths.”
“If you insist.” Kirk began to clumsily discard his cloths. All cloths off she moved in on him. Kissing his lips. His fingers digging into his hair. His hands roaming all over. Feeling all her curves. Jim’s mind thinking on what the hell. Tried to separate them.
“Bones, Bones.” She’s grinding herself into him. Very hard to ignore. “There might be something wrong here.”
“The only thing wrong here is you not participating.” She growled as she licked his neck. Then biting down. Kirk yelped. He had read up on Vulcan secrets too. Then he recognized the signs.
“Bones, I think you’re in Pon Far.”
“I’m female.” She said groping his chest. Hands moving lower.
“Yeah also mentally male a little too. Oh god.” He groaned as her warm hands wrapped around his manhood.
“Jim, if this is that. Do you not want to be mine?” She purred
“I’m yours.” Nothing he ever said was more true then that.
“Then stop thinking.” Kirk groaned to the heavens. He is getting everything he wanted. Why is he fighting this? This is his best friend. His only true friend. He didn’t want to hurt this. Motioning his head down. McCoy made it so they could look into each other’s eyes. Laying her hand on meld points she had learned from Spock. She showed Kirk what she saw when she sees him. Saw all her emotion. The want. The love.
Love. Kirk melted. Grabbing her closer. She deepened further into his mind. Feeling for that cord that would bind them. Thoughts are strings. And Kirk has always been a strong gold cord. Kirk looking back though the door she had opened. Seeing her cord. To him it is white silver, with snow swirling around it. Pulling him in. he wants her. As much as she wants him.
Moving to the bed he laid her down. His snow angel. He covered her up with his body. Licking tasting everywhere he could reach. Taking her in. McCoy keeping constant contact with his face. Sharing sensation. Then she flooded him with all the lust, yearning. He could not hold back any longer.
Moving up they gaze into each other eyes. He closes his as he enters her. So warm. So right. They move and dance. Making a mess in the snow. He thunders into her. Over and over. She mews as he groans. Moving as one. Building together till the lightening discharges. Together. They strike the same spot. At the same time. Consummating their bond.
McCoy pushes more thoughts into him. Getting him going again. And in do time he is up again and they are going again.
Time seemed to pass them by. But by the 18th round. Kirk began to wane. McCoy could not have that. She moved to let him relax for a while. Getting nourishment. And also a supplement, enhancers. To vitalize him. She helped Kirk eat and drink. Kirk looked at her. He loves her. She loves him. She could feel him inside her head. Feel him solid. Then she pushed him back onto his back.
“Already?”
“Yes.”
“Are we planning to do all 64 positions in the Kama sutra?”
“That sounds like a challenge.” She devoured him.
“Oh god.” Throwing his head back as his dick was engulfed in warmth again. How? He knew McCoy had done something. Something to get him rearing. True he never had complaints before. Or dwindled to a challenge. But after 18… ah.. 19… any man can falter. He still remained erect. “Bones…”
“Please Jim. I need this. I need you.” She sunk deep onto him. Her hand placing itself on his face. Felling her fire burn. Raging through her like a forest. His angel is on fire. He needs to sooth her. Sooth the flames. Bringing the snow back.
After. Way after all the moves in that book. Then moving to the Orion sutra. They were both beat. Kirk tingled everywhere. Moving from the bed. He watches McCoy sleep.
Finally. Washing off he can’t believe he can be anywhere else. Couldn’t be happier. He is happy. He is where he belongs. Refreshed he goes into the room. Eyes look upon him form the bed. Her back exposed to light. He can just imagine her wings. She smiles.
“Am I really your angel?” Kirk nods. The bond letting them hear each other. His eyes flood with the image in his head. She smiles. “Come back to bed my captain.” He likes that. He gets into bed. She curls herself around him. “I love you, ashayam”
“Love you too Bones, forever.”
AN: I intend to do the film version with this verse. But it may be a while.