Zzz (pronounced
Zēēs, like bees)
Title: Zzz
Author: T'Riva (rstrimble@sbcglobal.net)
Series: TOS
Pairing: Sa/Am, Sa/himself
Warning: [NC-17], sex
Acknowledgements: I would like to thank
Selek for the fabulous beta read.
Archive: Sarek and Amanda group; ASCEM;
all others please ask.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns these guys, I
just take them out to play and get paid nada.
Summary: A recently married Sarek learns
an important lesson in bed from Amanda.
Amanda sighed as she rushed up to the bedroom
and found Sarek flopped onto the bed still wearing half his clothes, his face
smushed into the pillow, soundly asleep.
He had tried to wait until she finished the last of her linguistic
project, but it took far longer than she had thought. She had just finished the last of the Z’s, and her new husband
had started his!
It was true that they had both been working
around the clock, and Sarek had had to leave for an exhausting assignment to a
planet where the inhabitants never slept, in fact they had no idea what that
entailed. Sarek had to negotiate around
the clock for almost two weeks, so as not to appear weak and oddly unaccounted
for at the proceedings that never stopped.
A queer species, indeed.
The captain of the starship that had transported
him back actually called Amanda out of concern when the ambassador had dragged
himself to his cabin and had not reappeared.
She explained how her husband’s mission accounted for his sluggish and
confused behavior. The captain had been
calmed, somewhat disappointed, yet amused.
But Amanda was not amused. Their marriage had been very physical,
grandly so, up until the last month, and now it seemed neither would enjoy the
other again due to their ridiculous schedules as of late – too long hours for
both and often offset from each other’s.
She realized she was being youthfully melodramatic and even selfish, but
she had been fantasizing about bedding her husband of only eight months since
the day he had left almost three weeks back!
There was still a room left unchristened and a
new position she’d discovered since he’d left.
He was always very open to pleasing her, even sometimes at the risk of
being discovered in a compromising position outside of the privacy of their
home. She thought that odd with him
holding such an important position and from such a distinguished family,
especially with reporters chasing them about, sometimes sneaking up
unnoticed! But it would seem that the
thought of sex boggled a Vulcan male's mind just as it did a human male’s and
turned all thought to it with brilliant rationalizing and justification at the
ready.
Sarek had come home still exhausted from the
assignment that very night her project had to be finished for the next
morning's presentation. He had not
recouped nearly enough sleep as yet and lay at an angle across the bed on his
stomach, his legs splayed and feet hanging off the bed. His beautiful back lay exposed, and his
unfastened pants hung off kilter low on his hips. She wondered if he had started to undress to slip into bed, but
had second thoughts, or perhaps he had succumbed to a wave of exhaustion and
tried to lay down for a bit to wait for her.
She was tempted to take a picture; he looked adorable.
She had never seen him so exhausted, at least
when she wasn’t also, though it warmed her that she could take care of her
husband as he so often took care of her.
It was rare that she truly felt needed by him. Loved and cherished, yes, but not needed in any other way except
sexually during their one and only pon farr together, when he had
literally begged her never to leave him and cried in her arms. She had never loved him so much as when he
was vulnerable with her.
She pulled off his shoes and socks, then his
pants and underwear and stared at his beautiful buttocks reflecting the soft
light. She reached to caress them but
resisted. It really wasn’t fair to wake
him when he was so tired he couldn’t keep himself awake. And he tried hard to stay awake after Amanda
stuffed her hand down his pants and her tongue practically down his throat only
an hour or two before when he had arrived home, as a tantalizing prelude to
what awaited him after she finished the last of her work. But his exhaustion finally won out.
But she couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful,
naked husband displayed upon the bedding before her – tempting, while at the
same time mocking her. She had to
wonder how many times he had been in the same predicament with her. He had never refused her, yet likely didn’t
want her to feel pressured when she was too tired, or feel that she was only
satisfying him out of marital duty.
In fact, she realized, he had never even asked,
just given her that sexy glint in his eye that made it clear where his mind
was, or embraced her and allowed her to set the limits of where it headed. His regular little dry, yet salty, jokes and
innuendo certainly started her thinking but he always left the option of not
following through on the hints if she wanted. She sighed. He really was
so very considerate in that way, though it began to make her wonder if he spent
too much time frustrated, or having to suppress his natural urges, and felt
that perhaps she had been too self-centered.
She believed they had a glorious sex life, but how was it really for
him? And if he didn’t get enough from
her, did he take care of his frustrations himself? Or would he feel too uncomfortable with that, being brought up so
strictly and being so reserved, except when she brought him out of his shell?
She determined to broach the subject. If she couldn’t be there enough for him, she
could at least make it clear that she would enjoy watching him masturbate, or
hearing of it later if he did so when alone.
He would likely do it to please her, and then, in turn, also enjoy
himself more, literally, and in so doing, feel freer to relieve his own urges
between their lovemaking. She swung his
legs into the bed, covered him, stripped and snuggled up against him. His breaths were deep and even; she had
always felt so secure hearing them slip by her ear. Perhaps she could make him feel as secure with his own needs.
As morning broke, Sarek still wasn’t awake by
the time she had to leave. She felt
some disappointment, but was also excited that it was now the weekend, and he
likely would be waking up not long after she came home from her
presentation. She would come straight
home with a picnic brunch and lay next to him awaiting his coming back to
her. Then they could make love as many
times as necessary until hunger surpassed their frustration and then relax with
their brunch!
---ooOoo---
She arrived with the brunch and found Sarek
still asleep as she had expected. While
she was out, she checked with a healer who predicted Sarek would awaken about 1
or 2 pm, give or take several hours.
She was just happy he was still where she wanted him – naked in
bed! At noon, she collected the lube
and set it into the warmer beside the bed and put on her sexiest teddy, slipped
in alongside him and fell asleep.
About 3 pm she was awakened by her husband’s
erection poking her lightly as he shifted.
Her eyes popped open to see his opening also. He appeared pleasantly surprised, then frowned and shifted
himself away, so she wouldn’t notice his arousal, she surmised. This concerned her; how often had he hidden
his arousal from her? She never thought
he would work so hard at protecting her feelings to his own detriment.
“Don’t pull away,” she said.
He looked concerned that she had noticed. “I was just shifting slightly.” But his completely unemotional tone belied
his casualness; he was embarrassed.
“Come here,” she said.
Sarek shifted back toward her, but now lay on
his back with one hand suspiciously under the covers.
“Closer,” she said.
He closed the distance so their hips touched
and she felt her heart pitter-pat at the thought that she could have her
husband now, and for the rest of the day, to do with as she pleased. She knew he wanted to please her in this way
as he did in many others, but, today, he would be surprised at what she wanted
of him!
She thrust her hand under the covers and
grabbed his erection, held it tight and smiled.
Sarek blushed noticeably and didn’t meet her
eyes.
“Were you trying to hide this from me after I’ve
not seen it for weeks,” she said lightly, hoping to relax him.
He looked relieved, then excited as his eyes
lit up and the private smile he reserved for her alone played upon his
lips. She had serious matters to
discuss, but the thought of delaying her ride on her husband rousted them. They were both likely thoroughly frustrated
after almost a month of forced abstinence.
She yanked back the covers, eased some warmed
lube on Sarek’s erection that still caught her breath to this day. They had made love easily hundreds of times,
often so many times a day that she lost count.
It had the perfect shape of a missile, larger than a human male's but
similar in proportions of length to width and with a double ridge instead of
the single. She remembered when she had
first seduced him and unveiled his beautiful organ, and to his surprise she had
licked it and stuffed it into her mouth.
She swore she tasted a hint of nutmeg, ginger and even cinnamon. Her husband was her own breakfast treat!
She remembered his startled gasp, and had
worried she had broken some Vulcan code with her unexpected fellatio on the
ambassador when he’d only come up for a drink and some discussion of
poetry. She had stopped and asked if
she should continue and he said, “yes,” a little too loudly and quickly, almost
breathlessly. When she began again more
enthusiastically, she heard him cry out and it had startled her.
She had stopped before he climaxed, though she was curious to taste his
cum. She wanted much more of him. She had stood then, taken off her dress with
nothing underneath and seen him swallow and stare with such longing before he
pulled her down, mounted and took her on their first passionate ride, and it
was glorious. She had realized she had
deflowered him – that he was a virgin.
It felt victorious. She knew
that she had to keep him away from any other woman the rest of her life the
moment he came within her that first time.
The look of shock, guilt and contrition on his face at what he had done
was precious!
She smiled at the memory and eased herself onto
her husband with a sigh. Sarek’s eyes
closed and a moan escaped as she started slowly, watching with satisfaction her
husband’s gratification that, having had practice, she could read like a
much-loved classic novel.
When he started to look too excited, and she
realized he was getting close, she slowed to a leisurely pace until he writhed
in frustration under her and his eyes pleaded with her for release. Then she increased her pace and watched his
neck arch and his hands grasp at the covers as another moan escaped. She extended this teasing only long enough
to build up a tremendous, if delayed, orgasm for Sarek, then rode him hard
until he bucked under her and groaned loudly beneath her, shuddering with his climax. This excited her enough to put her over the
edge with him.
She dismounted her steed and snuggled against
him. She felt so happy in her
post-coital rush feeling the man she loved against her, but she felt her
concern creep up again about how much he might be have been denying himself
that she couldn’t help broaching the subject sooner than planned. “Sarek?”
“Yes, beloved?”
“Do you masturbate?”
She felt him jerk in surprise at the
question. She turned to catch him swallow
and flush even darker than his post-coital color.
He seemed at a loss for words momentarily, then
“no,” he said, sounding almost defensive.
“I am married.”
She wondered if he really thought the two were
mutually exclusive, but she’d get to that later. “But you did before we were married?”
He flushed again, and wouldn’t look at her.
“My husband, turn toward me.”
He did so, but seemed to look anywhere but her
eyes. “I really don’t see how this is
necessary, or relevant to us,” he said steadfastly, as if that should end the
discussion. Per his habit, he would now
change the subject to something that either intrigued her or in some way
tantalized her, as a bribery to end what he did not wish to pursue.
Amanda cut him off, “Oh, but it is necessary,
relevant, important for you and to me.” That last would nail him; he could not
ignore something important to her. She
saw that this caught his attention and he looked drawn between his wanting to
please her and his embarrassment. “Did
you?”
“No.”
She felt her mouth drop open at that. “But didn’t you get… I mean…”
“Those urges should be controlled,” he said
pointedly.
Amanda blanched at that. “Then why have relations with me outside of pon
farr?”
He flushed at the reference to the Time, then looked
confused. “You are human. It is expected that…”
“Jesus, Sarek!”
Sarek looked alarmed. “I have said something to upset you?”
“You have never given yourself release?”
“If by that you mean to allow the superfluous energy
and self-indulgence for something that mind control can quell…” He saw her look of horror and stopped.
Amanda felt her eyes brim. “Sarek, I love you. Why can’t you do for yourself what you do
for me?”
Sarek looked stunned by her reaction, then concerned. “If it will please you…”
“No, Sarek, not to please me! You work yourself to
death for me, for Vulcan, for your family, for the Federation, for all of those
who come to you for help, but for yourself, you allow almost nothing.”
He looked mystified.
“Sarek, if I denied myself as you deny
yourself, it would kill me! I can’t
stand by and watch you act the workhorse, when the only gratification you allow
yourself is your moments with me.” She
felt a tear slip down her cheek.
Sarek wiped the moisture from her cheek gently,
but paused before pulling his hand from her face. He stared at her, unsure, hurt, confused. “Tell me what I should do to not be this
‘workhorse’ that upsets you so.”
She smiled at his vulnerability that he likely
didn’t realize she saw. His resolve
crumbled so easily because of her that she feared for him if something truly
awful should ever happen to her. He
grew dependant on her so quickly when they met. She marveled at her effect on him, and hoped she might never use
that against him.
She smiled at his “little boy lost” look. “Masturbate for me?”
His eyebrows shot up, then he immediately
paled.
“Please?”
He blinked rapidly as his mind set to work on
resigning himself to this little thing that, in fact, loomed so large for both
of them now.
“This will be my first…attempt, so…”
Amanda tried to quell her smile to save some of
his dignity. “Just lay back, close your
eyes, relax and enjoy yourself.”
“Enjoy myself?” He was all Vulcan again.
“Do what feels…” “Good” would only lead to many questions of definition. “…arousing.”
He lay back with one last concerned, vaguely
mutinous, glance before he submitted.
She squirted a healthy amount of warmed lube on his penis, which
startled him and made him blush again.
“You can begin anytime," she said in a
slightly annoyed, but amused, tone. She
was rather beginning to enjoy this.
“You’re sure you would rather not have me take
you out for dinner?” His tone was
somewhat plaintive.
“Maybe later,” she said as she blew on her
nails and admired her manicure. “Start
rubbing, my well-endowed husband.”
Sarek’s whole body lay stiff as he first
clumsily tried to work his penis to arousal.
Already semi-aroused from the sight of his wife and the earlier
expectation of further lovemaking, he drew his hand up the stiffening shaft and
fondled the head, seemingly in disconnected actions, as if he had analyzed what
should feel arousing rather than working by trial and error on himself.
Amanda felt guilty that her husband’s discomfort
seemed almost funny, but the sight of him finally finding some moves that
quickened his breaths and turned himself inward excited Amanda and sent her own
hand down to where she enjoyed it herself.
She watched him close his eyes, likely concentrating on the sensations
he was producing in himself. She stared
at his beautiful face that still seemed tight in concentration, then back at
his beautiful, lengthening penis that stood stiff and proudly at attention now.
She saw his rhythm stutter then slow, then noticed Sarek slow his
stroking to watch her instead as she slipped her fingers between her wet
folds. She saw her husband’s excitement
grow – his breaths quickening, his eyes hooded with lust as he stared at her
increasing tempo. He began to pull his
hand from himself.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she ordered. “If you enjoy watching me, why shouldn’t I
enjoy watching you?”
He almost smiled and an eyebrow rose at
that. “You are enjoying watching me?”
Amanda smiled and nodded, realizing as her husband
quickened and fine-tuned his movements that he only needed some motivation to
get past his embarrassment. He quickly
stiffened to his full and impressive size and flushed and groaned as he pumped
himself in a steady, fast rhythm, twisting his hand about his thick shaft and
teasing the head with more finesse and relish with each stroke.
His other hand reached between his legs and hefted, then fondled his
testicles. His legs spread and his
knees bent. His heels dug into the
bedding as his neck arched, completely unselfconscious, wrapped in incredible
waves of excitement. His buttocks
tightened as his hips pumped in rhythm with his hand. His double ridges flared and Amanda stared at their lovely
symmetry, as if molded to his organ like wing flares on a sport flitter. He was even more beautiful close to orgasm;
she had never noticed because he always had her close near the same time. She imagined holoviding him like this to
watch when he was away, and decided to ask if she could later. It was truly an intoxicating show!
Amanda swallowed convulsively and felt her
breath quicken and she warmed between her legs to the point of breathless
abandon watching her normally reserved Vulcan husband stroking himself full
tilt and writhing under his own hand.
It was the most exciting performance she had ever seen; it was all she
could do not to leap on his beautiful cock and ride him like a cowgirl on a
bronco. But
she needed him to complete this act, to learn to find enjoyment with only
himself. She’d ride him plenty after!
She watched his hand drop his testicles suddenly and grasp the life out
of the pillow, his hips flexed high and his buttocks tightened defining the
lengths of muscle groups shivering until he groaned, then cried out and shot
his semen into an arc above his tight quivering stomach. His breathing slowed and he seemed to come
back to the present and turned toward her still flushed.
“Is my wife pleased by my debut performance?”
he asked completely serious, but his eyes twinkled.
“I should think my husband deserves a
reward. Would you like to watch me
while you prepare for more fun?” She
flipped his soft penis, and it jerked and firmed a little at her touch. Amanda smiled at that; their brunch might be
stone cold, but her husband was hot and she would enjoy him all afternoon. She had awakened him from a long sleep in
more ways than one.
The
End