Pon Farr Challenge
Rating: NC17
Reviews: Not really. This is my first submission.
She was sound asleep when he awoke. His hand was draped over her
waist. He drew a deep breath. This was all completely new to him.
When T'Pol came to him with a problem just five hours ago, he had no
idea it would lead them here. He didn't know that they would be able
to share thoughts and emotions. Yes � she had emotions. Though her
face and voice were devoid of them, her head was filled with them.
He had heard they only suppress emotions, but he had no idea hers
were so strong.
He lay back and enjoyed the 1930s jazz playing in the background.
Incense had been burning, and smoke filled T'Pol's small quarters
with a spicy odor. The only thing that bothered him was the heat. It
seemed unbearable to him, especially since he was from the West
Coast; the hottest days in San Francisco were in the 90s. The
temperature in T'Pol's room was easily 101. He was sweating. But, he
also felt excited. His skin felt ticklish and his stomach was both
in butterflies and in knots. He wanted to wake the woman lying next
to him, but was afraid of what she would say.
Sensing his thoughts, she stirred. She blinked a few times and
looked into Archer's eyes. They studied each other for a moment.
Her lips were dark and full, as if she was pouting. Her glistening
skin smelled like vanilla, nutmeg and cinnamon, and was smooth to
the touch. Her silky, damp hair fell in perfect order around her
face. Her ears were small and tipped at the end. Her eyebrows were
thin and delicate. She had long lashes covering her deep brown eyes.
He sighed. She was exotic, sensual and intoxicating. He wanted to
gaze at her all night.
She looked at him and wrinkled her nose -- he smelled muskier than
before. His damp hair was a mess, and his smile was lopsided. He was
much harrier than a Vulcan; he had hair on his chest, stomach, under
arms, forearms and legs. His nose was large even for a Human and
made strange noises when he was sleeping. He had creases in his
skin, especially around his large hazel eyes, which twinkled. He was
brash, emotional, irksome � and handsome despite or perhaps because
of all these traits.
"Did I disturb you?" he asked. He tucked the covers around her.
He leaned over to kiss her cheek. She stretched her body like a cat
and nuzzled into her pillow. The emotions he emitted were crashing
against T'Pol. She felt many at once -- giddiness, lust, fear,
fulfillment and curiosity. It was overwhelming.
She knew he was tense, as if he didn't want to do or say anything
that might ruin the moment. She also felt something else, like a
tender pain that filled him with warmth. She had not felt this
particular emotion before, but thought it might be what they called
love.
She raised her eyebrow. "Tell me, Jonathon," she began. "Do you feel
� love � for me?"
He raised his eyebrows and grinned wider. He decided to be honest
with her. "Yes, I do."
"Have you felt love for others before?"
"Romantic love?" he asked.
"There are different types of love?"
"Sure." He was stroking her hair. "There's love for a pet. For
example, I love Porthos."
She furrowed her eyebrows and felt the need to clarify. "You love a
quadruped that is unable to speak and does not have higher brain
functions?"
He laughed, "yes."
She let the emotion wash over her. It was the love of a
caretaker. "I see," said T'Pol.
"There's also love for a family member. I loved my parents very
much." She felt it was a deeper, richer and more complex warmth than
how he felt for his dog. There was a sadness that came over him
thinking of both dead parents, particularly his father. The love for
his father was also filled with respect, devotion and admiration.
"You loved your father in particular," she said.
His face became serious. "Yes. I loved both parents, but my father
in particular."
She touched his chest. "You have neither of these feelings of love
for me."
He shook his head. "No. There are more. You can love a friend."
"Do you feel love toward Commander Tucker?"
The thought hadn't really occurred to him. He shrugged. "Yea, I
guess I love him in a � errr � friendly way."
She pondered and felt his emotions. "It appears you have a type of
love for the entire crew." She cocked her head. "It is something in
between the love for your quadruped and a friend."
He nodded. "Sure, I feel kind of protective of them."
She shook her head. "Very curious and quite confusing."
"Love is pretty darned confusing sometimes."
"And you have a different love for me, still?"
"Yes -- romantic love." He leaned toward her and kissed her forehead.
She raised her eyebrow letting his feelings run though her. "It
seems to be stronger than the feelings for a friend and includes
lust and desire. However, it is complex like the love for a family
member. And, it appears sometimes it fades over time."
She turned to him. "Do you think your love for me will fade?"
He shrugged. "I don't know." He paused. "But even love that fades is
never really gone. It leaves a trace in the heart. For example, I
still care for those I've loved before."
She paused. "For how many others?"
He kissed her palm. He shook his head. "I don't know." He snuggled
his face into her palm, resting his cheek there.
"Have you had sexual relations with these people you have loved?"
His face reddened and he coughed. "Some," he said. He lay down and
entwined her fingers in his.
"How many?" She began to cuddle into him, rolling to her side.
He placed his arm behind his head and looked up at her. "Six." He
swallowed deeply, unsure what she would think.
"Is that a lot?" she asked.
He grinned. "I don't know. I don't think so, for a man my age."
Although he knew it sounded clich�, he felt it necessary to
say, "I'm a one woman kinda guy."
She ran her fingers through his hair and was bemused that she
preferred his hair messy to freshly combed. "Tell me of these women."
His eyebrows furrowed as he thought. Under normal circumstances, he
wasn't sure he'd want to talk about it, but her questions seemed so
na�ve and filled with curiosity he thought it would be
beneficial. "There was Sarah Mallory, my first love. I was 16; she
was 18 and already in college." He looked at T'Pol with a sheepish
grin. "I guess I must like older women."
She gave him a sideways glance and continued. "Is it unusual to
begin these affairs so young?" Her hands were caressing his face.
"Not really. Sixteen is young, but not that young in Human years."
"What happened to Sarah?"
"She met a guy in college and dumped me."
"Where did she dump you?"
He laughed huskily. "No, I meant she broke up with me."
She enjoyed hearing it his laugh. She touched his face as he laughed
and felt into the creases around his eyes. "Ah, that makes more
sense." Her eyes were large. "You have strange feelings for her,"
she said. "It is not sadness; it is something like more nostalgia."
"I guess that's how it is the first time. There's a certain
sweetness and innocence to it." He loved that she was touching his
laugh lines.
"And the others?" She shifted to rest on top of him. She kissed his
neck.
"Let's see. There was Caroline Baker. I was involved with her after
graduating the academy. She also broke up with me. Said I was too
serious, but not serious enough about her or our relationship."
"Were you too serious?" she asked. She nibbled along his jaw line.
His rough face was scraping against her mouth, which caused him to
groan softly.
"Yes, I was. I wanted to be the best pilot in Star Fleet." He turned
to look at her. "Tell me, T'Pol." He spoke softly in her ear,
nibbling the tip. "What are some Vulcan techniques for love making?"
She became incredibly aroused by this question and enveloped his
mouth with hers. He grabbed her, parting her lips with his tongue.
He rolled onto her.
She drew back for a moment. "There is one that we can begin now, if
you would like." He nodded his head, as she maneuvered under him so
that they were joined.
He embraced her. "Humans also do this. It's called tantric sex."
His nose was rubbing against hers as they teased each other with
kisses.
"How do you know of this?" she asked softly.
"Laura Rogers. She was a my college yoga teacher."
"That is three of the six," she said. She was beginning to feel the
fire within her grow stronger, as her fever became more pronounced.
Her teeth bit more forcefully into his neck. She thought, `We may
not have enough time for this technique.'
The thoughts she was projecting to him and about him made him
quiver. He wanted this time to last longer and be more fulfilling
for both of them. Their embrace became more passionate, but
controlled.
She was teasing him with both her thoughts and her actions. He tried
to remain calm. He began to move very slowly, grinding his hips into
hers. He felt continuing the conversation difficult, but felt it was
sensual and intimate. "Meagan Green. I was a pilot with her. She met
another man and married him -- my commanding officer. I introduced
them."
T'Pol's was rubbing her body against him, trying to increase the
motion. His touch was cool, but she felt the fever was beginning to
consume her. He held her down and continued, picking up the pace
only slightly.
He spoke gently. "There was this beautiful woman named T'Pol from
Vulcan," he began.
Her nails were digging into his back. She asked, "What happened to
her?"
He shook his head. "I think we're about to find out."
Something about the way he said it was erotic. She thrashed
underneath him. He moved against her with more ferocity. His heart
was pounding against his chest. She began biting all over his neck,
chin and ears.
Her thoughts were asking him to move faster and harder. He stared
down at her. "Not yet." He was finding difficult to remain in
control.
He continued moving ever so slightly faster. Her body was thrashing
and she began speaking in Vulcan. She touched his temple. His mind
reeled. She reflected back the incredible desire she had for him.
Her legs wrapped around his waist.
He tried to focus and began thrusting a little harder each time. He
was staring at her, sweat beads rolling down his face. She was
writhing under him. She was pushing her hands against the wall into
him. He heard her in his mind asking, begging for more force. He
draped her leg over his shoulder, grabbed her hair and bit into the
nape of her neck with determination. He forced his arms to bring his
body closer to hers with a grunt. Their actions became more frenzied
and furious. Her nails were scratching his back and shoulders. He
was covering her with his sweat. Their lips were crashing against
each other. He pinned her arms to the bed. He was using much of his
remaining strength to meet her. Finally he felt she was close. He
let go of her arms and picked her up by the waist to force their
bodies into a union. She began trembling and arching her back, a
rush of air exploded from her mouth and her hands were gripping into
his skin. She was panting and moaning in his ear. His body shook and
he grunted a few times. His was breathing hard and he felt almost
every muscle spasm. His body gave slower, lighter tremors as he
looked at T'Pol.
She could feel his heart race and the small jerking motions against
her body, which caused spasms in her own. Sweat was running down his
temples. His hair was soaked. He had sweat on his chest that was
running down his stomach that occasionally made its way to hers.
She placed her hand through his wet hair and looked into his eyes.
His eyes were twinkling and he seemed exhausted. He carefully rolled
onto his side and continued to breathe deeply.
"That was amazing," he said in between gasps for air. He stared up
at the ceiling. He looked over at her. "You were amazing." He
smiled. "I had no idea Vulcans � I had no idea you were so
passionate."
She grabbed his hand and entwined her fingers and looked back at
him. "You still have no idea. It is good that we have several more
days ahead."
He laughed; he didn't know she was so funny. He could hear her
thoughts and knew she was teasing him; she meant it as a joke. He
looked back at her. "Vulcan males keep this up for several days?" he
asked. He was still trying to catch his breath.
"Yes. Up to a week," she said.
He shook his head. "T'Pol, I'm not sure if I can keep this pace up
for a full week. Although, I sure as Hell wanna try."
She raised an eyebrow. "As the fever weakens, the need to mate as
frequently," she blinked, "and as fiercely will also lessen." She
paused. "How often can Earth males achieve gratification per day?"
His face reddened again, but his eyes twinkled more. "I don't know.
Four or five times per day at most. Rarely do human males mate all
day. Well, at least I haven't." He seemed amused. "Humans mate
probably two to three times per week on average."
"That is a difference between us. Vulcan males can mate all day for
up to three days with only short breaks between. However, once the
mating cycle is over, gratification happens much less frequently. I
do not know how frequently. We do not speak of sex."
"You've been asking me about it all afternoon."
"There are cultural differences that would seem to further
understanding between us. And, those who have mated may speak of it."
He shook his head. "For three days straight?" His eyebrows raised
and he smirked. He was impressed.
She continued, "Yes. However, Vulcan males' sexual organs are not as
� pronounced."
He guffawed. "You're saying this just to boost my ego, aren't you?"
"You know I have already been thinking this. You merely wanted me to
say it aloud."
He turned on his side and stroked her nose with his hand, focusing
on the tip as if to beep it. "Yea, but not quite in that way," he
said. His breathing was finally under control. He thought to
himself, `She had a way of sounding so � scientific.'
"I am scientific." She paused. "You still have not mentioned number
six. Is this Rebecca?"
He looked away and nodded. "Yes." He reflected for a moment and
became a little sad.
"This love caused you pain," she indicated.
"I caused her pain," he corrected. "I ended it while aboard
Enterprise." He studied T'Pol's face. "I couldn't stop thinking
about you and knew that wasn't fair to her."
She turned on her side. "We were not in a relationship and you had
been with her for � several years?"
He began to stroke her hair. "Yes, my love for her faded, as I
suspect her love for me did." He stroked her check. "I didn't feel
she was my soul mate and thought it best to � allow her to pursue
someone else."
"Soul mate? I have read of something about this in poems, but it
also has � bewildered me. Could you explain?"
"A soul mate is more difficult to explain, T'Pol." He scratched his
head. "It's someone who completes you. As a team, you are better
than who you are alone. Someone who you were destined to be with."
"On Vulcan, we call this a life bond, or bond mate," she said. "This
is someone who completes the pon farr with you. I understand this
better now." She paused. "Do you believe I am your soul mate?"
"Yes," he said.
"And yet, you know this relationship might be temporary. My fever
will soon pass, and as my superior officer, I may not continue a
relationship with you."
A flash of pain crossed his face. "Yes, but I thought it was worth
the risk." He drew a deep breath. "Besides, I didn't want you to
turn to another crew member." He smiled. "I'd be jealous."
She ran her finger down his temple. "It would be illogical. You were
my only choice."
Archer furrowed his eyebrows. "Not Trip, Reed or Dr. Phlox?" He
insinuated he knew something about how she'd come onto them while
pon farr began early several months ago.
"I could mate with them to save my life, yes. But, not complete me
as you have, Jonathan Archer."
He kissed her tenderly on the lips. He sighed.
She looked down at his large hands. "All of these women had dark
hair. Is that a characteristic you favor in a female?"
"Must be." He put his hand and pushed her bangs away from her
eyebrows. "How about you, how many relationships have you had?"
"One."
He raised his eyebrows. "Who was the lucky Vulcan?"
"Not Vulcan, Human." She paused. "It is you."
He was confused. He wasn't sure to be flattered or depressed for her
that she had not first experienced someone of her own species. "Is
that normal for a Vulcan female? Do you miss not � mating with a
Vulcan?"
He was learning to ask more questions, but she could feel his
conflicting thoughts. "Yes it is normal. I am young and this is my
first pon farr." She paused. "As for `missing mating with a Vulcan,'
I do not miss what I have never known."
She looked into his eyes and felt the need to say more. "And, if I
had known it, I doubt it would be as meaningful as this. I feel �
love � for you as well."
The words danced in his ear. He knew that was the closest she could
come to saying she was crazy about him. "No other relationships?"
"I was bonded to a Vulcan named Koss. My parents arranged the
marriage when I was a child. We would meet approximately every three
years. Before I began my assignment to Earth, we engaged in what you
might call `heavy petting.'"
He laughed heartily.
"Did I use the term incorrectly?" she asked innocently.
He shook his head, still laughing. He huskily said, "You used it
correctly. It was just unexpected that you would use it."
Her eyebrow shot up. "I am � mostly unexpected?" She kissed his
neck.
"You have no idea," he said slyly.
She bit his earlobe slightly. He could feel that she needed him
again.
She whispered into his ear. "You are correct, I have a � feeling �
the first is the sweetest." Her eyes beat down on him; he felt her
fever rising again.
"Do you have another technique you would like to teach me?" he
asked. He placed his first two fingers upon hers, as she had taught
him -- a sign of Vulcan affection.
"Yes," she said. She rolled on top of him.
"Humans have this as well. I think I might like this one best." He
smiled. He placed his hands on her waist.
She whispered softly in his ear, "I'm not finished showing you �."