Title: Amanda’s
Turn
Author:
Path
Part: 1/1
Codes: Sa/Am;
Vorik/Path; Silek, Soran, and Selek
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All
Characters belong to Paramount with the exception of Path. No copyright
infringement intended. This isn’t for money, just for fun.
Summary: Amanda
teaches Sarek a new game.
“One would wonder
just exactly why we were assigned this dubious duty,“ Path said just before she
sneezed and then sniffled.
“As Selek’s
assistant it was my duty to volunteer,” Vorik replied, matter of factly.
“Duty indeed,” she
snorted rolling her eyes.
Vorik acknowledged
her sarcasm mentally. He knew despite
her mutterings and offhanded comments that she really wasn’t that annoyed and
that she used sarcasm as a tactic when she didn’t want the truth to be known.
She actually loved exploration and discovery, and in this case, he believed the
proper human-related term would be snooping. He was confident Path would regard
it as such, also.
Normally he
preferred her quiet and reserved nature, yet it delighted him to be introduced
to other sides of her personality that he was as yet unfamiliar with.
“Ooooo” she
squealed in hushed tones. “I don’t believe this!”
A single upswept
eyebrow rose indicating that she had had his attention. He walked over to the
wall unit that contained a small library that she had been working on and
leaned over her shoulder.
She glanced up at
him and he noted that her cocoa-coloured eyes shimmered with the delight of her
find. She flipped the pages back to the
title page so he could read for himself. Now both eyebrows lifted, and he
turned toward the cloth-covered sofa and indicated that they should sit.
“Please begin,” he
commanded in a soft tone.
“You want me to
read it to you? Aloud? These are the personal thoughts and actions of some very
important people. I don’t know if I should,” she protested.
“Noting the fact
that Silek is the author of this volume, I do not think that it is too personal
in nature. I am also convinced that
Selek and Soran are equally informed of its existence, verifying my
conclusion,” Vorik offered.
She eyed him
suspiciously, realizing that he already knew about it and suspected that that
was the real reason they were there. “Well, perhaps you should go get us some
drinks and make some popcorn. This is going to be interesting and I’m not going
to stop until it’s done."
“Certainly;
however, I do not intend on missing this either. I expect that you will not
begin until I return.” The darkness of his eyes danced when he spoke. He was
just as curious as she was.
“Very well,"
she acquiesced.
The Adventures
of Amanda and Sarek
The Early Years
Compiled by
Silek cha'Skon
The day had been
long and dragged at a snail's pace. This didn't suit Amanda Grayson in the
least since she eagerly anticipated the coming evening. She had been seeing
Sarek of Vulcan, the Ambassador Extraordinaire. Of all the people that he had
come across in his life, human and non-human, he had chosen her. She found that
she enjoyed every minute of their companionship and fruitful friendship.
Tonight, Amanda
schemed something brilliant right down to the clothes she wore and the food she
had selected. Days ago she purchased a tunic-style garment with matching
trousers that complimented her intrinsic beauty and charm. The practicality that
the clothes offered also provided her with the mobility she needed to actively
participate in tonight's activity.
As far as the
food was concerned, there were plenty of vegetarian-style meals in the database
that had offered a variety of interesting and palatable delights.
The chime
sounded and Amanda checked her appearance one last time, and then activated the
keypad to identify the caller. She knew who it was, but she felt it prudent to
verify that fact, since she was a practical person, safety was paramount.
The tiny monitor
winked on and there he stood – that distinguished and handsome man that wore an
invisible majestic cloak which set him apart from his contemporaries and
demanded attention. She switched off the screen, and carefully composed herself,
as she didn’t want him to know how excited he made her feel.
Amanda’s soft
yet commanding voice instructed the computer to open the door. She greeted him with one of her endearing
and warm smiles. “Punctual as always.”
“Indeed,” he
replied with a slight bow and a hint of sparkle in his eyes. “I have been
anticipating this evening, ever since our last.”
“Oh, so have I,”
she sighed, matching his soft glow.
“May I
compliment your choice of attire? Its shimmering shades are reminiscent of the
tropical waters of the Caribbean. It suits you."
“Thank you,” she
said, removing his outer robe and placing it into the closet near the entrance.
“What do you
have prepared for us this evening?” he asked with a slight smile that barely
graced his lips but was fully evident in his eyes.
“It’s a
well-rounded game that requires strategy, stamina, strength, and flexibility,”
she explained, trying to keep her face neutral.
“Excellent. A
challenge then?”
“Oh,
absolutely!”
“I see that you
have end meal on the couch table. Are
we to eat before we begin?”
“I thought
perhaps that if it was there, we could snack at our convenience, given that we
are usually interrupted.”
“True. We are
inexorably infringed upon much of the time.” Changing the subject he asked, “Do
you require assistance, Amanda?”
“No,” she
said. "It will only take just a
few minutes to set this up and explain the rules to you. Please help yourself
and eat.”
Having said
that, she opened a box and pulled out a folded
mat, shook it out, and stretched it on the floor. The mat had circles of
various primary colors that were cast about its surface as if someone flung the
color discs randomly. She also removed a small computer padd and set it down on
the end- table next to the couch.
Meanwhile, as
Sarek popped a ripe olive into his mouth, he studied the woman in front of him.
She was undoubtedly one of the most remarkable creatures he had ever laid eyes
on and often wondered, when he permitted his thoughts to wander, what it would
be like to see her under the mystical light of the Watcher during its zenith.
He concluded as well, that Amanda never appeared out of place in any given
situation. Her poise and demeanor allowed her to carry herself as though her
true calling should have been that of an ambassador rather than a teacher. She
perpetually conveyed herself with style and grace even when she treated him to
her Terran silliness.
“Amanda, you
have changed the style of your hair. It is most becoming. The plait and manner
in which you have it pinned creates a lovely crown. It gives you a regal air.”
She turned to
him, a slight warmth flushed her cheeks. “And you are full of compliments this
evening, aren’t you?”
“It would be
illogical to deny what I see,” he replied.
With a slight
nod of her head, she accepted his flattery and ended it with a tiny giggle
before she began to explain the game.
“First we’ll
have to remove our shoes then stand on the mat facing each other at opposite
ends near the word Twister. Each player places one foot on the yellow and the
other foot on the blue closest to his or her end of the mat. All players must
follow the commands at the same time. Each player must try to place the
called-out body part on a vacant circle of the called-out color. If your
called-out hand or foot is already on that circle of that called-out color, you
must try to move it to another circle of the same color. There can never be
more than one hand or foot on any given color. The first one who places a knee
or elbow on the mat or completely falls down, loses.”
“And this is a
game of considerable merit?” he asked, unsure.
“Absolutely.”
“Very well. Let us begin.”
“Computer,
activate the game." She eyed
Sarek, ready for the first command.
“Right hand,
blue, “ came the monotone voice.
Amanda bent over
and placed her right hand near her right foot.
Sarek looked
down and found his place.
“Darling, you're
going to have to be quicker than that. Remember I said this is a game of
strategy. At some point you will need
to out maneuver me,” Amanda elucidated.
“I assure you, I
am quite capable of employing clever tactics,” he pointed out.
“I don’t doubt
that,” she snickered, beginning to enjoy the bantering.
“Right foot,
yellow.”
Sarek jumped and
nearly collided with her. “I believe I have the advantage,” Sarek declared,
trying not to be over triumphant.
“For now,” she
countered in a challenging purr.
“Right hand,
red.”
She reached for
the one that was between his feet. She tilted her head up, and teased, “Too
quick for you?”
“No, strategy.”
“I see.”
“Left hand,
green.”
This time he
beat her to it. Amanda tried not to snicker, but the odd position that the
ambassador was now in looked a bit ridiculous.
He noticed, of
course, and asked, “Is there something
wrong, Amanda?”
“No,’" she
breathed, stifling the urge to laugh.
“Right foot,
yellow.”
Again Amanda was
on the ball and caught him looking. However, now she was in the same precarious
position. Tails to the wind.
“Left foot,
red.”
“That was
quick!” She thrust a foot behind her
and began to imagine what it would feel like it she was taffy.
“Right hand,
blue.”
The closest blue
was behind her as well.
This does not
seem to be going to well,
she thought.
He resisted a
chuckle, but didn’t refrain from letting it sit on his lips. “I believe I am
beginning to understand this game. Is it some kind of archaic mating ritual?”
“Not really,”
she disclaimed. “It was created in the twentieth century for those who played
it to push the envelope, so to speak. Whatever happened, happened." As confident as she had been earlier, she
was now beginning to feel the effects of the game, but she put her faith in the
yoga that she practiced daily to carry her through the game. Another command came and it brought Sarek closer,
and unfortunately for Amanda, she had to stretch farther.
She could feel
the warmth of his breath near her ear and quivered slightly. It tickled and
sent an electrical current through her. She felt like a giddy schoolgirl, but
she didn’t allow herself to indulge in it and composed herself quickly. She
could not give him any advantages, at least not yet.
Two more
commands put Sarek in a position that had him hovering over her.
“Oh, hi. Come
here often?” she managed, fighting another prompt from the laughter muse.
Confusion washed
over his face, but understanding replaced it swiftly. “Ah no, I have not been
afforded the opportunity.” He had learned over time how to respond to her
quips.
“Too bad. What a
shame. You should try it,” she recommended delightfully.
“I believe I am
and am realizing that it is quite acceptable.”
“Do tell.”
“I believe I
just did.”
“Right foot,
blue.”
She slid under
him and now she was perched on all fours in a crab position; he, in turn,
reached over her left side and was now completely covering her.
“It would seem
you are in a predicament,” he announced, stating the obvious.
“Not
necessarily,” she countered. “It depends on the point of view.”
“Indeed." A typical Vulcan response.
“And the view is
great down here.”
“It would be
logical that you should submit, “ he teased.
“To whom and for
what?” she asked with mock innocence.
“I believe the
‘to whom’ is obvious,” he said.
“You don’t say,“
she taunted.
The drone of the
computer faded into the background as their attention was directed solely on
each other, with their gazes boring deep into each other’s eyes considering the
other thoroughly.
“It is not
logical for you to remain is such a strained position. You must see that I am a
master of all diversions that require calculated maneuvers, and thus you should
concede."
“Concede?!”
Hmph! I will not compromise my integrity,” she snorted with artificial
indignation.
“Your position
is precarious. You will not last more than three point five minutes.”
“Wanna bet?” she
challenged. She was going to make the most
of this.
“There is no
need to wager. I am confident that you
will not endure." He could no
longer contain himself. His face now vividly expressed his pleasure.
Amanda felt it
too. Waves of warmth pitched and tumbled through her body. Or was it the fact
that her muscles were now taxed and exceeding their limit, and that she felt
her limbs wobble beneath her.
Her eyes widened
as Sarek’s right leg now reached over straddling her.
“The computer,
“he explained.
“Ah.” Like she
was going to buy into that.
The space that
had separated them had become non-existent allowing her to feel his every
breath and, she believed, his heartbeat as well.
Of course he was
equally attentive of this and was quick to note that both of their breathing
had increased. His rich velvety voice
deepened, and he whispered, “Yield.”
The seriousness
in his eyes was passionate, forcing her to gulp.
Sarek was
equally aware that her eyes had dilated slightly, and the tension rose in the
air like the rapid onset of a storm in the desert.
“If I don’t?”
she managed in a raspy voice.
“You will fall,”
he stated simply.
“I do believe I
have already fallen,” she declared.
“Then, permit me
to offer you assistance.”
“How?” she
asked.
“By reaching
beneath you and supporting you." He was as a-matter -of fact as if he was speaking during
negotiations. And serious.
“Will there be
more compassion on your part?” she asked, her voice cracking.
He noted her
confidence giving way. “Undeniably.”
He was so
confident that it was killing her resolve.
“And what should I expect?” She asked again.
He answered by
moving his left arm under her holding her tightly as his remaining arm and legs
supported them.
As he lifted her
nearer to him, she clasped her arms around his neck. She could feel the warmth of his breath caress her skin; a
thought flickered into her mind that he was caressing her with his hand.
Because of their
closeness, he was able to receive the image that he involuntarily projected to
her. His first instinct was to immediately ask for forgiveness, but something
deep from within resisted and, being compelled, he conveyed another image that
he wantonly desired her reaction to.
Amanda closed
her eyes, and he felt her melt into the thought and become part of it. When she
opened them again, he took notice of how her body relaxed in his arm. He lowered his lips to hers brushing them
lightly, realizing that he enjoyed this human custom equally as much as the
parallel Vulcan one. He permitted his
mind to tenderly ease into hers, seeking her permission to continue, and when
he felt her grant it, he proceeded, taking them deeper into the kiss and its
accompanying sensations.
Her hands
skimmed into his hair stroking the silky dark strands as their bodies pressed
together. Sarek lowered himself to his
knees and laid her against the mat so that their emotions could flow
effortlessly to the next level of their delight.
Unfortunately
through the fog of passion that consumed them, the chimes of the door sounded
repeatedly. Both of them groaned as they began to pull apart. He stood and
proffered his hand; she gladly took it and as she stood. She reached up and smoothed his hair back
into place.
“It would seem
we are thwarted again.”
“So it seems,”
she agreed.
“Do you wish me
to get the door?” he inquired.
“I believe it
would be better if I do,” she reasoned as she sighed and walked to the
entrance, disappointed.
He nodded as he
watched her flick on the view screen.
He forwarded a questioning look.
The frown on her
face told him plenty. “Silek,” she
announced.
“Would it be any
other?” His sarcasm was not lost on her.
“No, I would not
expect anyone else, either.” She flipped off the screen, and moved to the door.
“Enter.”
Silek entered
and said, “Greetings, Amanda. Is Sarek present?” He was polite and courteous, but knew full well the ambassador
was there.
She stepped
aside, and allowed him the opportunity to see into the living room.
“I regret that I
have disturbed the both of you yet again; however, my brother, there is a
pressing matter that requires your immediate attention at the embassy.” Silek
glanced down at the floor and noticed the odd mat that decorated it, but did
not miss a beat as he explained the purpose of his interruption.
Sarek released a
deep and drawn sigh. “Very well. I beg forgiveness, Amanda, as duty is
primary.”
“Yes. Duty must
always come first,” she accepted with slight disappointment.
“I will take my
leave of you, then,” he bowed. “I will contact you for future liaisons?”
“I look forward
to it." She smiled with the
knowledge that he was fully aware of just how much she did.
The End?