By KarraCaz
Summary: Okay, this is in answer to T'Riva's speedo challenge: Sarek and Amanda's 'honeymoon' for want of a better description. Strangers have the right to ask for shelter and lodging wherever they may be on the planet.
Lihwa turned out to be little more than a village on the
edge of the desert. There were approximately forty private dwellings, a
small Hall of Learning, and a temple of Contemplation. Like any other
Vulcan settlement, it consisted of broad anonymous streets flanked by neat,
high walls that shrouded every single house. Most of Vulcan's innate
beauty lay concealed in that manner, a secret to be wrested from it little by
little. The things that mattered at Lihwa were tucked away in hidden
valleys, in vermillion and purple alcoves between the folds of sand dunes,
waiting to be sought.
Amanda, tired, hungry and dishevelled, saw only the surface austerity.
"Does thee know this place," she asked Sarek. "Where shall we
stay?"
With his fingers beneath her elbow he helped her from the sandtrekker.
"All houses are open to us," he advised enigmatically, and led her to
a high gate. It opened at his touch and Amanda found herself in a small,
precise garden, contrived with such cunning that it seemed possible to lose
one's way among the various shrubs and twisted dwarf moonflower vines.
Wind-chimes rang like crystal bells as
they passed, glinting in the radiance of half a dozen lanterns artfully
concealed behind the vegetation that lit their way to the main house.
A pavilion of stone with reddish brown tiles, a cloistered walk separated the
building from the garden. In the day time, the wooden screens and inner
doors would be removed, allowing the rooms to open straight onto the
surrounding foliage. During the long, cold night, however, the house was
tightly and safely shuttered. Sarek and Amanda mounted some steps and
came to the entrance where Sarek pressed the door plate.
After a short while the door opened. "Sarek ansh'oine t'skon kah T'Phra
and his aduna, Amanda asks the hospitality of this House. We travel from
Dhikune."
The young boy who stood there, returned Sarek's bow in the elegant manner
peculiar to Vulcans. "Welcome, Sarek and Amanda."
He took them straight to the central room where the rest of
the household sat around a low lacquer table. Immediately, they rose and an
elderly woman greeted them. "We are honoured by thy arrival. Will
thee eat with us?"
"It will be our honour, T'sai," Sarek said, inclining his
head. "But we are dusty from our travels. If we may bathe
first."
"Of course. T'Piao will show thee the way."
A young girl led them to a second-floor dressing room, decorated with a
life-size frieze of what Amanda took to be the depictions of ancient gods and
goddesses dressed as far as Amanda could see only in their glory. Sliding
shutter doors opened onto a steamy room built entirely of carefully joined,
smooth wooden planks. The aromatic wood added its fragrance to the vapours that
rose from the hot water and gave the room a wondrous aroma. The sunken
bath was about seven feet long, four feet wide and four feet deep – ample for
two.
As soon as T'Piao left them alone, Sarek began to remove his travelling
clothes, folding each article neatly and placing it in a cupboard apparently
placed there for that purpose. Amanda watched him for a moment but he seemed
unaware of her presence and so, a little shy and uncertain in the strange
surroundings, she followed his example. He had not touched her for
several days, ever since the fires of pon farr had burned low, and
although she strived to remain tranquil, the pulse beating wildly in her throat
gave her away. There was a tension in her limbs, an exhilarating
tightness working through her nerves as she quickly slipped free of the dusty
desert gear. With unprecedented speed,
she unhooked her brassiere, pushed her panties down to her ankles, folded all
her garments and stuffed them into the cupboard on top of Sarek's
clothing.
When she turned around, to her surprise, he was observing
her. Naked except for the Speedos he still wore, his narrowed gaze seemed
to stray involuntarily over her breasts and abdomen, the curve of her hips and
her shapely thighs.
Sarek's brow arched as his dark hawk-eyes burned into hers across the
width of the room and she had her first intimation of how easily a mere thought
could stimulate her husband. Suffocated by a heat that came from within and
without, she felt her pulses abruptly leap in excitement. Her heart pounded an
erratic rhythm as he took a step in her direction, a delightful shiver of
wanting running through her as he closed the gap between them.
"Amanda---"
His gaze was as soft as a caress, his voice husky with a desire he had told her
he could not experience outside of pon farr. The very sound of his
deep baritone stoked the fires that smouldered within her.
"My husband?" she queried with a tremulous sigh as he backed
her gently up against the wall, shocked by the strength of his obvious intent.
He stroked her cheek with two of his fingers before reaching for each katra
point along her brow and jaw. Slowly a delicate thread of awareness formed
between them.
"My wife!"
He was tall, and hot and as he pressed against her from breast to belly,
smelled deliciously of cinnamon. Though
his expression remained enigmatic, he kissed
her with his eyes. Her nipples hardened like stones in reaction, tingling where
they rubbed against the rough hair of his firm chest. Feeling wanton,
shameless, she reached about his narrow waist and wriggled her fingers down the
back of the Speedos he wore, kneading the muscles of his rump.
His tormented groan was a heady invitation, his gasp an incentive she was
unwilling to ignore. Grasping the waistband of the Speedos she slid them over
the globes of Sarek's buttocks and down the smoothness of his thighs until the
garment lost its cling and fell free. Now he was as naked as she was.
Again, she caressed his muscles, higher this time, digging her fingertips
in. He was particularly tender there but she had to use all her strength
nonetheless concentrating on the glands that lay just beneath the skin inducing
the
specific androgens that would allow his genitals to descend.
"What are thee doing?" he asked, his tone distracted.
It was not one of his most logical remarks. She laughed breathily and
flicked her tongue along his lower lip until his mouth opened. Heat seared
her cheek as he exhaled. Gently, she pressed her lips to his, tongue exploring
virgin territory, tasting his hot piquancy, wanting more.
"Amanda," he moaned, when she released him at last, his usually
mellifluous voice hoarse with more than just surprise. "Amanda…they will
be waiting for
us."
"Waiting?" she echoed, and planted a series of little kisses on his
shoulders, his neck, then his chin before reaching to suck on his ear lobe.
"Our…hosts," he ground out through tautened lips, eyes closed tight,
heart tripping against Amanda's ribs where he leaned bonelessly against
her. "For dinner. It…would be an insult for them to begin
without us."
Amanda blinked, stayed her hand where it caressed the apex of his thighs.
"Oh my! Really?"
"Indeed..."
But it was far too late to stop. His breathing altered as her ministrations
finally kicked in. His ardour blazed. Though he tried to resist the animal
response that flamed through mind and body, Amanda's fervour had set his blood
on fire. His fingers curled around hers, guided her touch to his heated flesh.
Where moments before there had been nothing but a slight moist furrow between
his legs, his engorged penis now weighted her hand, long and thick, the skin
like oiled velvet. She squeezed him hard but he needed little
encouragement. He pushed a knee between her thighs, opening her. The
pulsing tip of his glans throbbed against her clitoris. Passion ignited
between them. He slid between her wet
lips with a speed and power that forced her off her feet. Though only a
shadow of his pon farr, his thrusts were wild. He pounded into her and
she clung to him as the world spun beneath her. Together they found the tempo
that bound their minds and bodies into one exquisite harmony. The
pleasure when it came was pure and explosive.
"Amanda," she heard Sarek sob out loud, then lunge and lunge again as
he jerked inside her.
As her heart slowed and her breathing returned to something approaching
normal, with her legs locked at the ankle around Sarek's flanks, absurdly, her
thoughts centred on the family waiting for them downstairs. But there was
nothing they could do. Sarek was not a
Human. Unlike a man of her own race, his penis did not become flaccid
after he had set his seed the first time. For a little while longer they would
be tied in the act of intimacy.
She giggled against his shoulder as he rocked gently back and forth within her,
her face flushed. "Your momma has a lot to answer for, my Adun."
"Hmmm?" he questioned, for the moment beyond words.
"Didn't she ever tell you that nice boys don't drop their Speedos in other
people's bathrooms?"
The End.