| By the second day, T'Loki was pacing like a caged cat in her quaters. 'Why have they confined me here? What did the Doctor find wrong? Why will Spock not tell me?' Her mind paced in circles until she got fustrated and lashed out with her fist, punching through the bulkhead and screaming. "Damn them all!" 'Control,' a part of her brain said. 'You must have control...' Why?! Why should I? All my life I have been told to have control and I am tired of it!" She sank to her knees, feeling her hands change to claws, gray fur running over skin in a wave. Suddenly the door chimed and she stop changing. "Who is it?" she growled. "It is Spock, T'Loki." With the last effort of strength, the young girl changed her claws into hands and stood shakily. "Come." Spock entered with his own meditation robes, stark black with golden vulcan letters that stood out against the paleness of his skin. "T'Loki, we need to discuss some things," he said simply and stood, regaurding her with an intense look. "Yes, Spock?" she said, tilting her head. The Commander's gaze flicked to the hole her fist had made in the bulkhead and he sighed gently. "T'Loki, you are going through Pon Farr, the Vulcan mating cycle," he said in a low voice. "Your human and werewolf DNA had activated genetic markers that usually lie dormant in females. This is why you are feeling and acting this way." The younger vulcan looked down, shaking her head. "Why? Dumb question..." she muttered. "I am not bethroed to anyone. Have you come here to tell me I am to die?" "You will in twenty-four hours..." Spock took a deep breath. "But..." "But what?" "I can help you." T'Loki looked at her commander, teacher, and friend and blinked. 'He is offering...' "You are saying..." Two sets of dark brown eyes locked on each other. 'I can not say that he is not one of my more intelligent mentors and that is...exciting--Stop that! This is Spock! Some school girl part of you may be attracted to him but you can not allow that!...But what was it that the Captain said on the bridge? 'Never look the gift horse in the mouth'...' Spock crossed the room, standing in front of her, his expression the softest she'd ever seen. "I do understand your dilema," he whispered. "But I do not wish to see you die. I will gladly do this to stop such a loss." As if under it's own free will, her hand reached out to caress his face. "I have never...Spock..." "I understand," he said simply and leaned to brush his lips against hers. T'Loki moved to kiss him back hard but restrained herself and kissed him gently, feeling her pulse thud agaisnt her temples. 'This can not be happening...' Spock gently broke for air, wrapping a strong hand around her waist. "T'Loki, let go...you can not hold back," he said in a low voice, edged with a little decadence. "I will be fine." The vulcan felt her eyes close at hearing that voice, feeling the warmth of his body. "Spock...if you do not mind me asking...how long has it been?" "Too long," he answered in the same voice and kissed her again with a little more force. T'Loki kissed back, her fever making her heart thud against her stomach and slid her tounge inside Spock's mouth hard and slow. The older man moaned, meeting her tounge with his own, pulling her tighter to his taller body. Small, fine boned hands untied Spock's robe, sliding it off, feeling his hardness against her thigh. 'He is...aroused...by me? He did say it has been awhile but...' Experianced hands untied T'Loki's robe as well, dropping it to the floor and sliding up her sides. 'I guess he's not surprised I wear nothing underneith since he does not...' "Lie down, Spock," she said in a low voice and Spock let her go and climbed on to her bed, muscles moving underneith pale skin that burned with heat. Eyeing her teacher with amazement, she felt his eyes lock onto hers. "You are supposed to explore, T'Loki," he said, his bass voice deeper with apparent arousal. Stalking over to the bed like the wolf she was, she slid up his body, kissing him hard enough to bruise. Both growled and Spock slid a hand to cup her breast, running a calloused thumb across her nipple. T'Loki moaned and broke the kiss, gently biting him on the neck where his pulse ran close to the surfarce and then licking, loving the taste of his skin. Spock bit back a noise and ran his free hand through her hair as she slid down his body, teasing his nipples with her tounge until they were light green* and engorged before sliding down further, feeling his muscles ripple beneith his skin. "What...are you...doing?" he ground out, his hips shaking slightly. "Exactly what I want," she purred. "And you are going to enjoy it." Bending her head, she inhaled his scent, thick, musky, and male and nuzzled his cock with her cheek. Spock closed his eyes and sighed, then groaned when T'Loki's mouth wrapped around him, hot and tight. Pre-cum dripped on her tounge, spicy and thick and she found herself enjoying the taste, sliding down further until her nose was buried in the curls of his hair. The older vulcan felt his hips roll, despite the legendary control he had and voiced his arousal and fustrations in cries and pants. Suddenly, the mouth was gone and they locked eyes again. "I want you," she breathed and kissed Spock deeply, letting him taste himself. Their skin burned with heat, their eyes gone darker at the promise of sex, and all reason, all logic was gone. "I want you too," he said, barely audible and gently laid her back against her bed before holding himself above her. "This may hurt." T'Loki regaurded Spock with a gaze that said 'does it look like I care?' and Spock smiled, that action even reaching through her sex hazed brain. 'His smile is...amazing.' "If there is one thing that I have taught you," he whispered, still smiling but it was more of a smile promising things to come. "It is patience." He leaned forward, licking the hollow between her breasts before locking on to a nipple, sucking like a nursing child. T'Loki grabbed the back of his head, surprised by the texture of his hair and gasped, rubbing her sex against his thigh. Spock nipped at the soft skin before positioning himself and sliding one hand around her back, the other on her ass. "Relax..." he breathed and slid in gently, breaking the boundries of teacher and student. 'This feels...incredible...' T'Loki thought fleetingly as Spock slid inside her, filling her. A thin film of sweat covered their bodies as they held in place, waiting for one another to adjust. Nodding her consent, Spock pulled out before sliding back in slowly, a low erotic moan escaping his lips. T'Loki writhed, feeling dominated and sexy and pushed against him, flattening her hands against his back. "Spock..." she breathed. "I won't...please..." Spock looked down at her to be sure before he began to slam into her with Vulcan force, enough power to break the bones of any human. T'Loki met his thrusts and cried out, her eyes closed as she leaned back in his arms. Both growled, deeply aroused and crushing into each other as the fever of Pon Farr left her and the fever of pure lust replaced it. "Spock..." He looked down, opening his eyes, a suprised look crossed his face but was quickly masked by understanding and...need. Spock leaned forward and nipped her shoulder, drawing a small amount of blood which he lapped up with greed before sucking on her neck. "Kahs'Khori..." he moaned, pushing deeper, harder. "Please..." T'Loki felt her stomach boil and gripped Spock's body tighter. Everything came together at once; his pleas, groans, scent, touch and she came, a scream escaping her throat. Spock gasped in turn and thrusted into her twice more before sending his passion deep into her. Panting, sweating, he leaned forward to give her one last kiss gently as she closed her eyes. 'What exactly have we done? This is all wrong...or is it?' T'Loki thought before falling asleep next to her mentor and lover. Back to other fanfiction |