The Amorous Vulcan - Part 1
Title: BREAKFAST WITH PHLOX
Author: Aura-z
Author's e-mail: [email protected]
Date: 9/08/2003
Archive: EntSTFic, MEGA
Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise
Category: het
Rating: NC-17
Status: 1st of 2
Pairing: T�Pol/Phlox
Summary: T�pol awakes the following morning
after taking her chosen mate in Pon Farr, and decides a bit of �self service�
wouldn�t go amiss.
Author's notes: This was
my first fanfic, so please don�t be too harsh. Feedback is welcome, so please
email me.
T�pol awoke to find herself deliciously
entangled with her mate who still slept soundly in the protection of her bed.
They had spent a long night together involved in intercourse, sometimes
violent, as was the way with Pon Farr, and then towards the end it had become
something else, it had been more relaxed and gentle. She�d found herself
enjoying her partner, enjoying the thought that it was him in particular who
was inside of her and making her feel this way. She moved gently to the side of
him and propped herself up on her elbow to study him further. She could still
smell her own scent upon him, which pleased her greatly, arousing her deep
within. His gentle features were familiar to her now, part of her yearned to
touch them, to taste them softly before he woke, but she was uncertain of the
situation, uncertain as to what it had meant to him.
The bonding between them had been intense and
had caught T�pol completely by surprise, she had never expected it with Phlox.
It was supposed to have been necessary sex to relieve her of Pon Farr, there
was never meant to be any emotion attached to it, that�s why she had chosen the
good doctor in particular. Of all the crewmembers onboard the Enterprise he was
the only one she could trust to accept it as a �one off� and to not read
anymore into it. She had however noted his pained expression when she had used
the word �favour� in her request.
He had given it much thought which was
something she had felt strange about at the time. But she was also re-assured
that he was taking it seriously, and considering it as a treatment for her
condition and not just as an opportunity to jump into bed with her, which she
felt sure would have been the attitude of the other males on the ship.
She realised she was smiling down at him,
something of a rarity for her. Her gaze had been roaming intently over his body
as she had been thinking. She had taken in the steady rise and fall of his
chest, the soft downy hair that ran down from his belly button and the characteristic
markings on his chest and arms that now looked more vibrant in colour after his
joining with her.
He had come to her quarters and informed her
that in the absence of any other solution he would be willing to mate with her.
He had however expressed an almost shy doubt as to his ability to be pleasing
and attractive enough for her. She had re-assured him and herself perhaps, that
he was the logical choice and that it was not necessary for it to be a pleasing
process. It suddenly struck her that the intense diet and exercise regime Phlox
had put himself on, had been for her benefit, she had not thought anything of
it at the time, but hoped that she had done nothing to make him feel it was
necessary. This had all taken place a few months before she was due to go into
Pon Farr. She did not want any uncertainty as to her reasoning in selecting
him, as had been the case before when her Pon Farr had been brought on by a
infectious microbe long before its natural due date. Under those circumstances
and her fevered advances on him, he had refused her the required �treatment�.
But this time it had been different. It had
been a process of logical elimination of the other male crewmembers, as humans
they were too fragile for her physical needs and any candidate would have been
seriously injured or most probably killed by her violent and lustful advances.
She had chosen her mate based on cold
calculation, but now as she inhaled his scent and found herself gently
caressing the cartilage ridge on the side of his face, she wondered if part of
her had not sensed the potential for this bond between them. She had been rough
with him despite her promise that she would not hurt him, but his Denobulan
physique had been upto the job and he had held his own in the struggle for domination
that was a natural part of the Pon Farr joining.
She looked down at him again, his tangled
hair was soft to the touch, his eyes closed in deep sleep and his head to one
side facing away from her. She could resist no longer and leaned closer to him to
delicately caress the skin of his neck with her tongue. He tasted good to her
and she ran her tongue up to the side of his face as she kissed and explored
the contours of his ear, before grazing her lips upon his temple and placing
fresh kisses there too.
Her hands, now seemingly with a will of their
own, ran over his chest and soft belly, exploring all that was exposed to them.
T�pol felt heat beginning to pool low inside her and her breathing became more
urgent. She shouldn�t be doing this she knew. Her Pon Farr was over, and her
mate, still unaware of the attention he was receiving, slept peacefully. But
still, he had come willingly to her bed, and it was only logical to make sure
that all desires were met before concluding their time together.
She ran her hand down under the bed coverings
to stroke his silky organ; it felt good in her hand, comfortable, as if it
belonged there. Despite his slumber he reacted to her ministrations, and all
thoughts of logic were lost on her as she moved her head down his body, her hot
tongue moistening and licking at him as she went, and took him fully into her
mouth.
She drank deeply of him, her lips and hands
wrapped around his arousal, he was delicious and spicy, she used her teeth,
gently caressing and nipping at him to give her more.
His sleeping body obliged her, inspiring her
to feel a need to conquer him further. She felt great affection well up within
her toward him, and her already passionate grip on him became more possessive.
He moaned softly in his sleep, and she drew
him out of her mouth to look at him for a moment. Would he be angry if he awoke
to find her helping herself? Would he be frightened of her?
She hoped not. He was fully aware of how the
Pon Farr would drive her to try to dominate him before he got into her bed, or
as she remembered, before she had roughly thrown him there in the heat of her
passion. His clothes still lay on the floor from where she had torn them from
him, her own were close by, also in shreds. T�pol smiled to herself and then
resumed her attentive ministrations.
When she had finished she cleaned her mate
with her tongue, licking tenderly and thoroughly. She gently slid up his body
to rest once more in his arms. T�pol gently lay her head on Phlox�s shoulder
and nuzzled into him, she draped one of her long slender legs over him, in an
almost protective fashion and allowed herself to join him once more in sleep.