The
Victor
By Elise Deal
“”This is intolerable,” Sarek asserted.
“Intolerable?” Amanda echoed, an edge of anger creeping into her voice.
Sarek nodded. “Perhaps I should use a term you
are more familiar with. This is asinine.”
At that insult, Amanda’s face flushed red with anger. “You dare to call my video choice asinine,” she yelled,
“after I sat through Shitake Mushrooms: The Best of Fungi last week?”
Sarek’s brows drew together over his eyes. “That video was highly informative,” he defended his choice of
entertainment.
“Oh, please,” Amanda cried, “so is a stop sign, but that doesn’t make it
interesting.”
His frown deepened. Sarek of
Vulcan was the best orator and debater in the Federation, possibly in the known galaxy, but he could
never seem to best Amanda. He never
knew how to counter her statements and, thus, was constantly off-kilter. She did not argue fairly. She fought…illogically.
“Amanda,” he softened his tone, trying another tack, “you must admit
that the plot was most predictable if one was foolish enough to overlook the patent
illogic of the story-line in the first place. The ‘“special
effects’”
were hardly so, and the impossibility of the script as a whole should have effected
the writer’s immediate banishment
from his or her profession.”
Her lower lip protruding in an almost pout, Amanda stood firm with her
choice. “King Kong is considered
a classic.”
“A classic?” he asked
sarcastically. “A giant ape falls
in love with a human woman, so much so that he abducts her, climbs a tall
building, and falls to his death?”
Stated so plainly and from a common-sense point of view, Amanda was
forced, at least in her own mind, to half-way
agree with him. But that didn’t mean
she was going to let him know.
“Well, you agreed to watch it with me,” she replied, “so you have no one
to blame but yourself.”
//From whence came
this line of argument?// “When
you told me we were to watch King Kong, I presumed it to be a historical
account of
a monarch,” he replied.
Unable to respond to such a Vulcan-like statement and unwilling to laugh
and let him know he’d won, Amanda made the only logical choice for a
reply. Snatching up one of the throw
pillows from the sofa, she whapped him quite soundly.
Sarek sat in stunned disbelief. She had assaulted him. With a pillow. “You assaulted
me,” he announced the obvious.
Amanda grinned now and belted him with the pillow a second time.
Sarek blinked and blinked again.
He could not believe Amanda had now assaulted him twice with a
pillow. Was this some type of ancient Earth
challenge to do battle? There will not
be a third such attack, he vowed.
But before he could complete this promise to himself, Amanda launched
her third attack, hitting him squarely atop his head. Unfortunately, and to his utter amazement, the pillow burst its
over-stuffed seams causing the immediate release of hundreds, if not thousands,
of tiny down feathers to explode forth.
Amanda squealed with delighted
surprise and giggled loudly.
Sarek sat bewildered for a moment.
//On Earth, they say
to ‘fight fire with fire’,// he thought to himself. //In this case, I
infer that I must fight illogic with illogic.//
Moving quickly in order to gain the element of surprise while his
opponent was laughing herself silly, Sarek grabbed the remaining pillow and
launched an attack of his own. Three
separate blows in rapid succession rained down upon Amanda, bursting the second
pillow as well and sending a cascade of feathers around her head.
Curbing her initial shock, Amanda leapt to her feet and continued the
battle with zeal. Sarek, fighting off
her renewed assault, gained his feet as well and launched a counter-attack
aimed at ending her resistance.
No matter how hard he tried, Sarek was unable to stop Amanda’s swinging
pillow, emptied now of most of its feathers. He was able, however, to force her to
retreat as he blocked her every hit.
Around the living area, she backed slowly away from Sarek, laughing all
the while, as he parried her swings.
The entire apartment was soon covered in feathers as the couple fought
their way around the room.
“Give up yet?” she yelled, spitting feathers.
Eyebrow raised, Sarek answered, “When I am winning?”
“Oh, yeah?” she queried as she broke and ran down the hallway.
Dropping his pillow, Sarek sprinted after her, catching her as she
reached the bedroom door. He tackled
her, but broke the fall as she fell beneath him to the floor. He grasped her tiny wrists in one hand and
stretched her arms above her head, pinning her beneath him.
“I am the victor,” he stated proudly.
Then, remembering long ago such mock-battlesgames
he had played with his brother, Silek, Sarek could not resist ordering her to
admit her defeat. “Say it,” he told
her. “Say I am the victor.”
“I’m the victor,” she laughed beneath him.
He could feel her breasts heaving against his chest as she laughed, and
his eyes darkened with desire. It is not near my Time, and yet I burn for this
woman. What is wrong with me? He seemed to be losing control of himself.
“On
Vulcan in ancient times, a warrior was forced to fight for the right to mate
with the female of his choice. Often
the fight was to the death,” he told her as his voice deepened.
Her eyes widened as she took in his words. Desire coursed through her, and she could tell that his control
was precarious. Something in their playmock
battle had roused his blood. “What
happened if the warrior won?” she asked breathlessly.
Sarek leaned back, pulling himself away from her and pressed his free
hand against her heart. His eyes broke
from her blue eyes and traveled to where his thumb was brushing against her
nipples, making ithem
stand taut. “The warrior would then possess his mate,” he spoke softly.
Slowly his eyes moved back up to meet hers, and his hand roamed boldly
downward towardsuntil
he held her sex cupped in
her sexis hand. What
am I doing? How have I allowed myself
to be drawn into this illogical situation? Sarek’s hands trembled as the modern, logical Vulcan fought with the
primitive Vulcan inside him. Almost, it seemed, of its own volition, his
hand continued downward until he cupped her sex.
Amanda could feel the heat of his hand burning against her most private
parts, but it was nothing to the heat she felt as his eyes burned into hers.
“Shall I possess you, Amanda?” he asked. His words were like embers burning her thoughts as well.
Amanda
swallowed, wet her lips with anticipation, and made the only response she
could. “You are the victor,.” she whispered, barely able to
hear her own words.
Sarek’s face and his grip on her wrists relaxed, and Amanda could almost swear
he smiled. Quickly, now that she had her arms again,
she reached up and pulled his face down to
hers.
Sarek, inunexperienced with such a gesture, allowed her to kissed him while he busied himself with unbuttoning and
removing her blouse. Human or Vulcan
was of no consequence. Logical or irrational
thought
was of no importance. Males ofr either species, it seemed, were fascinated with a female’s breasts. And Sarek was most definitely male.
Amanda deepened the kiss, taking his
mind away from the onerous task of locating and undoing buttons without tearing the
delicate fabric of her blouse. Her hands, innocent of Vulcan psimind meld positions, held his face on either side, forming a tentative meld.
As Sarek touched her mind gently, wave
after wave of love swept over him. He was
staggered, shocked to the core, at the depths of her feelings for him. And the most frightening aspect of it all was that he felt the
same for her. The knowledge that he possessed
such love for this woman completely unnerved the great ambassador. The
heir to the house of Surak should have better control of his emotions,
shouldn’t he?
It does not matter, he argued with himself
fiercely. This woman is mine. I am the
victor!
By now, Amanda’s blouse was gone as was her
undergarment. Sarek’s trousers were nearly removed as
well. When and how they came to such a state of near undress, neither of them would ever be
able to explain. They only knew
something life -altering had occurred during Amanda’s kiss, and neither
of them would ever be the same again.
When Sarek’s mouth left Amanda’s, she gave a cry of disappointment, but it soon turned to one of joy as
his lips pressed against her breasts.
Her fingers twined in his hair and tickled the tips of his sensitive ears.
Ears aso sensitive as his had no trouble recognizing the
sounds of someone entering the apartment.
Breaking away from Amanda, Sarek sat up, urging Amanda to silence.
“Hello, Amanda?” the cry of Silek carried
throughout the place. “Are you
home?” The polite greeting immediately
turned to one of alarm as Silek took in the sight of the feather-covered apartment. “Amanda, are you here?
Are you safe?”
Sarek and Amanda wrestled themselves back
into their clothing
and hurried back to the main room.
“I’m here, Silek,” Amanda called as she
rushed into the living area. She
cringed with embarrassments when she saw the condition of the room and wondered how it
must appear to Sarek’s brother.
Silek turned to her, his eyebrows
raised. “You are…” H- hHe paused,
his eyes narrowing as they examined her appearance.- “…well?”
“Yes,” she smiled thinly. “Oh, you mean the feathers.” She gestured about the room.
“A couple of sofa pillows burst.”
Nodding as if such wasere an every day occurrence. “Of course,” he replied. Then as his elder brother Sarek, frowning
like a bad-tempered le-matya, entered
the room, he cried out. “Brother! What has
happened?”
Silek was shocked that Sarek’s usual impeccable grooming had vanished.
His brother’s hair was a riot of curls, and – cCould that possibly be feathers that adorned the
great ambassador’s hair? Feathers in his hair were the least of Sarek’s
problems. Flicking his gaze downward,
Silek noted that his proud brother had feathers caught in the fastening of his
trousers. Eyes widening and eyebrows shooting skyward, Silek fought the urge to laugh.
Ignoring his brother’s concerned
question, Sarek
confronted Amanda. “Why does my brother
possess the access codes
to your apartment?”
“Oh.” Amanda swallowed hardword. For a
moment she simply stared at Sarek, unsure of whether or not she should be
angry. Deciding against anger, Amanda explained, “You gave Silek and me the responsibility for
translating the counter offered made by the Andorians
concerning the potential manganese trade deal.”
“Continue,” he stated brusquely.
“Do you remember last week, when the Tellaerite ambassador called to question you about some of the conditions of the proposal? Well, that
only meants that someone who had access to the embassy and our offices was leaking that information.”
Sarek’s frowned deepened. “Yes,” he growled. “We have not yet found the source of the information leak. That
still does not explain how it is that my brother has possession of the access
code for your apartment,” -hHe turned to face Silek coolly,. – “nor why he feels the need to enter here without
permission.”
Sighing gently, Amanda continued. “We thought it would be better to house all relevant data on the dealis here at my place.
No one could have access to the information here except Silek and myself.
That’s the only reason why he has
the code.”
Sarek’s His frown relaxed and he as Sarek noddednodded. “That would seem a logical reason.”
“And we have left false information in our offices in order to feed the information
leak incorrect facts. We hope, in this way, to find the culprit,” Silek
added.
“That, too, is a logical course to take,” Sarek agreed. “However,” h– His frown
returned,. – “that does not explain why you
felt you could enter these premises without permission.”
Silek nodded. “I beg forgiveness,” he said sincerely. “I was returning a video that I had borrowed earlier in the week.” He held out a data chip.
Amanda took it. “I don’t mind, Silek,” she told him. “If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t have given you the code, but
please ring or knock
before entering next time, all right?”
She smiled.
“I will do so,” Silek promised. He then turned to his brother. “Sarek, your aide , Selek, is searching for you. Amanda’s and my plan for discovering the identity of the informant
has succeeded. Selek has the guilty party in custody
now. I think perhaps you and Amanda should return to the embassy with me.” Silek paused. “Of course,
I would recommend that you combgroom your hair and remove the feathers from your
trouser fastenings before you leave here.”
Sarek sighed deeply and frowned fiercely
at his younger brother, and then, without a word, walked quicklytreaded heavily towards the
cleaning facilities.
Amanda would have dared to giggle at this if Silek had not
turned to her with a twinkle of amusement in this eye. “Amanda, I
hope you will forgive me for being so bold, but I feel I must point out that your blouse is inside out
and that there are a few feathers in your, ah, cleavage.”
“Oh, my!” Amanda cried out, red faced. Mustering what she could of her
dignity, she added, “Would you excuse me a moment?” Walking with admirable poise, she walked down the hallway to her
bedroom.
***
Interrogating
the suspect had been along and tedious business. The hour was now well past midnight. As the embassy security officers led the culprit
away, Sarek dismissed everyone.
Everyone except Amanda. He walked her to the transporter
in the basement of the embassy.
“Amanda,” he spoke softly. He was
nervous again. I have spoken before millions.
Why is it that this one small
human female makes me unsettled? He took off his formal outer robe and hung it over his arm. “This evening has not gone well. For that, I must
apologize.”
Amanda
smiled
as one tiny feather swirled out of his robe and landed on Sarek’s chest. “Oh, Sarek, it wasn’t your fault. There’s no need to apologize.”
The
edges of his mouth lifted slightly as he turned to face her. “If you would permit me, I would very much
like to see you again. We could watch another
video,”
he suggested. “One that neither of us
has chosen.”
“Oh? That sounds intriguing,” Amanda
replied. “And whose choice shall we
watch?”
“While
security was questioning you, my brother suggested a video for us to
watch. It seems Silek has acquired a taste for old Earth
videos.”
Amanda’s smile widened. “That
sounds great. What did Silek choose for
us?”
“I
believe it is a religious movie entitled God Zilla,” Sarek told her. “I know that you were raised in a very religious
family. I trust this movie will not offend you.”
Swallowing her laughter, Amanda forced herself to stay calm. She
quickly stepped on the transporter platform.
Now she could look him in the eye. “No, no, I
don’t think I’ll be offended,”
she told him with her best poker face in place.
“Then I shall
see you tonight? At 6:00?” he asked.
Reaching out, Amanda picked the tiny
feather from his chest
and handed it to him. “Whatever you want; after all, you are the
victor,” she whispered to him as the transporter effect caught her.