By Saidicam
Rating: NC-17
Code: Sa/Am
Summary: Sarek employs one of
Amanda's techniques for warming up on a cold winter day.
Sarek opened the door to his small cottage, set among a slew of other
identical cottages on the estate of President Hetjusta – the current leader of
the Marsuian colony. Sarek began
undressing, first the heavy hat – a necessity to keep his fragile Vulcan ears
from getting frost bit in the harsh Marsuian winds; then he removed his cloak,
shaking the snow off by the door.
Hanging this up, he removed the heavy boots, setting them beside the
door to dry and immediately putting his soft talluian slippers on – a gift from
Amanda before he left Vulcan. A shiver
unexpectedly slithered up his spine, catching Sarek unaware and unable to
prevent it. He was chilled quite
thoroughly, 'chilled to the bone', as his wife was wont to say, and he was
already wearing his heaviest robes to block out the cold.
The President, native to this planet, was not only used to the conditions
but actually favored them, and unfortunately wasn't particularly concerned with
the comfort of his visiting dignitaries.
He insisted they walk through his "gardens", showing off his
grand snow sculptures with obvious pride.
Sarek admitted they were interesting, and no doubt took great skill to
build, but he would have appreciated them just as much in holo-pic form. Actually, he'd have appreciated them
more. He was grateful for the Terran
ambassador, Jonathan Preston, who – with a knowing wink in Sarek's direction –
claimed to be too cold to continue, and begged the President to adjourn their
meetings until the following day. But
Sarek knew better. Mr. Preston himself
was raised in one of Earth's colder climates, and no doubt found these conditions
to be nostalgic. 'He's good
people.' Again, his wife's voice rang
through his mind, and Sarek permitted himself a private smile as he considered
how often such a thing had begun to occur in just the few short months they'd
been married.
Another shiver threatened to overcome Sarek, but he suppressed it this
time. The temperature in his rooms were
set to Vulcan norm, and logically he should have begun to feel warmer himself,
but he did not. Thinking back to a
vacation he and Amanda took together shortly before leaving for Vulcan, to the
cold mountains in Colorado (perhaps her last chance to see snow, as
Amanda dramatically lamented to get him to agree to the trip), he recalled
Amanda's suggestion for overcoming the bitter cold. Another smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he recalled
Amanda actually had two suggestions for such a condition, but since she was not
there with him this trip, he would have to rely on the hot shower.
Sarek moved to the bathroom, turning on the hot water before going to
his bedroom to remove his clothes, placing them neatly across the bottom of his
bed. Quickly he scurried back to the
shower, pleased to see steam already pouring out of the small cubicle. He climbed inside, a sigh escaping him as
the heat from the water soaked him, chasing the chill away. Sarek was not ordinarily keen on water
showers, but his experience as a diplomat on many worlds had made him
accustomed to them, and at this moment, he was as close to converting to his
wife's custom as he had ever been.
'Again, thoughts of Amanda!'
Sarek shook his head, musing about the effects she had on him. He wondered what she was doing at that
moment, on Vulcan. He had wanted her to
accompany him, but T'Pau insisted that Amanda needed educating in the Vulcan
ways – immediately – and her presence on Marsuian served no purpose; therefore,
what was more logical than for her to undergo her training while Sarek was away
on this mission? He wondered how she
was faring under the Matriarch's tutelage.
His thoughts then turned to Amanda's promise to him, whispered in his
ear right in front of his aides, to make his homecoming 'special'. Sarek recalled her good bye to him, drawn
out to the wee hours of the morning of his departure, and he felt a flush of
heat course through him, which had nothing to do with his shower.
Sarek leaned his back against the wall of the cubicle, closing his eyes
while the stream of water flowed down his chest and thighs and he allowed
himself the luxury of remembering that night.
Amanda's image floated before him, her sweet, upturned face clouded with
passion as he brought her to the brink.
Her breasts bouncing gently as he thrust into her, her legs wrapped
around him, pulling him ever tighter against her. Sarek felt himself becoming hard, and resisted the instinct to
suppress it, a skill he had quickly mastered once he decided to take Amanda as
wife, and determined it was his duty to provide for her in this way. Not that she made the task difficult. Never before had a woman affected him so
much, and once Sarek overcame the fear that the fire of his passions would
cause the traumatic loss of controls as during pon farr, he was free to
explore this side of his nature and enjoyed it immensely. In fact, at times he feared he enjoyed it too
much, and was burdening Amanda with his needs.
But she never once complained, although she did occasionally refer
jokingly to "giving an inch and taking a mile".
Sarek rubbed his hand over his chest, where the spray beat heavily
against him. Then, without realizing
it, his hand wandered down, following the path of the liquid to the juncture of
his thighs. Sarek's thoughts were far
away, to a night several weeks ago, on a planet light-years away, with a woman he
had lain with for only two months before his departure from her.
~~**~~
Sarek was sitting in his office, ensuring the final preparations for their departure was set before spending his remaining time with his wife. Amanda knocked softly on the door of his stud, and when he absently beckoned her to enter, she slipped inside, softly padding across the floor to stand beside him. He remained fixed on his computer console, until the faint aroma of her scent came to him. He turned to find her standing right beside him, wearing nothing but a light robe, opened and pushed behind her hips. Her essence was there before him to see, to touch. Sarek flipped the switch to terminate his computer without another glance. He turned his seat to face her, reaching out to grab her hips and pull her close. He pressed his face against her abdomen, hugging her as she gently ran her fingers through his hair. She asked him if he felt adventurous, and he eagerly nodded, never parting from her. She told him to stand, which he did, then she removed his tunic, kissing his chest lightly. She slipped her hands inside the waistband of his trousers, kneeling as she pulled them down his legs. He watched her caress him, her hands and lips grazing his thighs. Teasing, her touch enough to make him half erect, but avoiding the one place he longed for her to stroke. Then she looked up at him, biting her bottom lip impishly and she asked him if he trusted her. Curious, he confirmed he did, and waited to see what she'd do next. He sighed contentedly as she took his sac in one hand, gently massaging him, and his penis in the other. But she did not stroke him. Instead, she looked up to him, locking her gaze with his, and Sarek's eyes grew wide as her mouth opened and she drew nearer, and he realized her intent. He jumped slightly upon contact, her tongue a bit cool against his hotter skin, but when she enveloped him, her lips and tongue pressed firmly upon him while she made slow movements along his shaft, she left a trail of fire upon his flesh. His knees became weak, and he feared he'd crumble, losing all dignity before her. Reaching behind him, he was gratified to find the desk right there, and he leaned himself against it, not realizing the position would provide her even easier access to him. Sarek released a shaky breath, which ended in more of a whimper than a sigh. Amanda smiled knowingly at him from around his organ but she did not stop her ministrations; for which he was grateful because never before had he imaged such an act - something that could so closely resemble a joining and so quickly bring him to full height. Sarek placed his hand against the back of her head, encouraging her as he watched her mouth move up and down on him, her lipstick leaving a reddish hue on his member.
~~**~~
Sarek's own hand grasped his penis, moving in rhythm with his
memories. His breathing had shortened,
his pants lost in the steam.
Unknowingly he bucked as he stroked himself, imagining the hot wetness
of the Marsuian waters to be that of Terran fluids. Faster he went, occasional grunts emitting from his throat in his
efforts. Suddenly his eyes shot open,
and he leaned slightly forward, pumping himself fast and hard as he drew nearer
the brink. On the edge, so close but
needing something to finish it, Sarek reached up to direct the hot stream of
water directly on his genitals, imaging it to be the feel of vaginal walls
squeezing him and spraying orgasmic fluids over his flesh. Sarek threw his head back, hitting it hard
against the wall, but not caring about the pain as his pleasure far outweighed
any other sensations at the moment. He
moaned, the volume escalating to a cry as his own cum sprayed forth, mixing
with the water and swirling down the drain.
Recovering, but still breathing hard, Sarek looked down as he continued
to stroke himself, watching the last bits of ejaculate leak from his slit and
run over his fingers. When he at last
went limp, Sarek quickly washed himself off and left the shower, finally
feeling warm and…relaxed.
Elsewhere, many light years away, on a hot desert planet, a Terran
female opened her own eyes, pulling her hand from between her legs and rolling
over to fall into a deep sleep, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.
The End.