Title: Rain Warp
Author: Saidicam29
Codes: Sa/Am
Rating: PG13
Summary: There are pleasant ways to spend a rainy day.
Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount Pictures. The ideas
presented in this story are mine.
Acknowledgements: Thanks to Selek for the beta. Thanks to T'Sia and Yen
for making me write the "rain story", and another big thanks to Yen
for taking a mallet to my sentence structure. <G>
~~**~~
Young women have a duty to flirt…
Amanda searched the crowd for Sarek, nodding politely to courteous
acknowledgments from attendees passing by as she scanned the room. She finally
spotted the ambassador across the room, in the midst of a huddle of diplomats
in earnest discussion. She waited, watching him in hopes he'd look up and
catch her eye, but his gaze never wavered from whoever was speaking at the
time. With a sigh and a shrug Amanda gave up and headed out the embassy
doors.
She was two-thirds of the way down the walk when she heard his baritone voice
calling her name. She turned, waiting for him to catch up; a cold wind
blew across the grounds. Shivering slightly, Amanda turned the collar of
her coat up, her hands fisting against her throat to keep it place against the
chill. She smiled politely when he caught up with her.
"Is something amiss?" he asked, his eyes searching her face
carefully.
Amanda's eyes widened in surprise. "No, nothing's amiss."
"You did not stay long," he pointed out.
Two hours seemed plenty long to Amanda. Besides, it was after ten.
"I have an early class…"
Sarek took a deep breath, clasping his hands loosely at his waist; he tilted
his head as he watched her speculatively.
Amanda avoided his reproving stare. "I… would have said goodbye, but
you were rather unavailable, at the time," she hedged.
"Yes," Sarek said regrettably. "That tends to
happen."
"I understand." Amanda released her collar, tucking a strand of
hair that had come loose behind her ear. "I saw Soran on the way
out, I told him."
Sarek nodded, still watching her.
"I had a good time," she offered.
"Excellent," he murmured, "then you will come again?"
Amanda didn't miss the eagerness in his eyes. Smiling coyly, Amanda
looked away as though considering. "Perhaps," she said lightly.
Sarek lifted an eyebrow, and waited until she looked back at him. "I
would prefer a less ambiguous answer," he said softly, moving closer to
her.
Amanda's smile turned into a grin. "I haven't decided yet."
"I see," Sarek said as he straightened to his full height, his voice
becoming harder, more professional. "And what do you require in
order to reach a decision at this time?"
Amanda laughed, despite her best efforts not to. "Are you always so
blunt in your negotiations, Mr. Ambassador?"
Sarek's faced closed a little, becoming very solemn. "When it is
important."
Amanda's smile faded, her breath caught. "You really want to know
what I want?" she asked softly. When he nodded, she said, "I
want… one afternoon, with you, alone; no presidents, no diplomats, no aides…
and no documents. We'll… have a picnic, in an empty field somewhere, and
talk."
Sarek considered her request, his eyes turning gentle.
"Agreed," he murmured.
A movement beyond her range of focus caught her attention, and Amanda looked
over Sarek's shoulder to see Soran coming down the walk towards them.
"I think you need to get back to your guests, Ambassador."
Sarek glanced back, then with an apologetic look in Amanda's direction, and a
promise to see her tomorrow, he headed back towards the embassy.
~~**~~
When the sky is clear, carry an umbrella…
The door to Amanda's cottage burst inwards, and a very wet school teacher
rushed in to escape from an unexpected late April shower. She spun
around, frantically waving to her companion to get inside.
"Hurry!"
Sarek rushed through the door, holding a small wicker basket over his head in a
useless attempt to keep dry. Amanda shut the door and quickly took the
basket from him.
"Oh… you're soaked!" She rushed off to get towels, very worried
he might become ill. "I should
have listened to the weather forecasts!" she said furiously. She
would never forgive herself if Sarek became sick from the cold rains.
Sarek stood dripping wet in the center of Amanda's kitchen, helplessly lifting
the edge of his soaked tunic, unsure whether to wring it out, or let it drip
bit by bit. He removed his shoes, placing them upside down beside
Amanda's door to drain. He was chilled to the bone, and momentarily his
controls lapsed permitting a shiver to course up his spine and through his
limbs.
"Here," Amanda came back, her arms full. She dumped everything
into his arms. "Dry yourself with the towels, and then put on the
robe. I bought it for my father for his birthday next week, but you can
use it. It should fit you."
His hands full, Sarek stared at the robe on top of the towels. He shook
his head. "This is a gift for your father--"
"Now, none of that; you need to get out of those wet clothes,
pronto."
Resigned, wet, and freezing, Sarek complied reluctantly. He set the
towels and robe on the counter beside Amanda, and began peeling his wet clothes
from his body. First he removed his tunic, and then he slowly peeled his
pants down his legs, pulling his feet out of the sloshy pile. He grabbed
a towel, and after scrubbing the dampness from his hair, he rubbed the fabric
across his chest and down each leg. He straightened, wrapping the very
damp towel about his shoulders, and then he noticed Amanda was staring at
him. He froze, his brows rising
slowly. He wondered if there was a problem. "Amanda?"
Startled, Amanda forced her eyes back up to his face with a furious blush on
her own. "I'm sorry," she said effusively.
His brows settling down; he took a moment to consider the
situation. His eyes backtracked the path hers had taken from his
face down to his… He released a deep breath. "Forgive
me," he turned his back to her and quickly dried off, then reached for the
robe behind him. "I forget humans are modest regarding their
bodies."
"No," Amanda quickly reassured him. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't
have stared." She smiled
nervously. "It doesn't bother me."
Sarek slipped his arms into the robe, then looked at her over his shoulder with
a dubious expression. "Indeed?"
"Really," Amanda insisted.
Sarek pursed his lips thoughtfully. "That is refreshing."
He turned back to face her, not bothering to close the robe over his
front. The way her eyes automatically traveled down and then to snapped
back to his face didn't escape his attention. He lifted a brow
and moved towards her. Her eyes widened with every step he took.
Standing in front of her, Sarek reached out and began unbuttoning her shirt.
She gulped, "what are you doing?"
"You are wet as well," he explained, pulling the shirt off her
shoulders and tossing it atop his pile of clothes. He looked cursively at
the elastic garment covering over her bosom. He massaged his hands up and
down her arms. "And cold," he said, reaching for the clasp of
her trousers next.
Amanda grabbed his hands, stilling them. "Maybe a hot shower would
take away the chills?"
"An excellent suggestion. Come." He tried to pull her
after him by his hold on her trousers.
"No!" Amanda exclaimed, then reigned in her panic. "I
mean, why don't you go ahead, and I'll take care of these wet clothes."
"A waste of resources," said Sarek, still tugging at her to come
along. "It is also more efficient if we assist each other in getting
warm." When she still wouldn't budge, he tried a different
tactic. "Here, allow me to assist." He began separating
the seal that kept her trousers closed.
"No!" Amanda cried out, frantically trying to slap his hands away,
but he was undeterred. "No, no, no, no…" She grabbed his
wrists, trying to pry them off her clothes. Sarek stopped, but refused to
vanquish his hold on her. When Amanda glanced up at him, she finally
noticed the tiny curve at the corners of Sarek mouth. "Oh,
you!" She let out a sigh of relief and playfully punched at his
chest.
Sarek grabbed her hands, holding them down while he pulled her close to him.
"Do not tell me untruths," he scolded gently.
Amanda shook her head vigorously. "I won't." She laughed
again. Then she noticed how close he was, his face mere inches from
hers. His breath warmed her cheek; his expression turned serious, as did
hers. Amanda shuddered as his hands again began their travels up her arms
to cup her shoulders. Sarek moved closer, and Amanda instinctively moved
towards him, her face tilting up. They both paused, uncertain as their
eyes locked. Then, without ever breaking eye contact, they both leaned
forward to touch lips.
Sarek pulled slightly back, breathless. Amanda closed her eyes and leaned
further forward, waiting. He didn't disappoint. Sarek kissed her
again, harder this time, more sure of himself. He pulled her against him,
her hands slipping inside the open robe to wrap tightly around his back.
Amanda slipped her tongue between his lips, deepening the kiss and eliciting a
torturous moan from Sarek. He pulled away, breaking the kiss, and rested
his forehead against her. His eyes were shut tight, his expression almost
painful. Amanda sprinkled kisses across his cheek and down his neck,
nuzzling the edge of the robe away to nibble his collar bone.
"Amanda," Sarek breathed.
"Hmm…?" She stopped, nuzzling her face into his throat.
"It's okay," she reassured him. "I want to… and I know you
do." She chewed her bottom lip to hide a smile over his evident
state of arousal.
Sarek sighed, pulling away enough to look her in the eyes. He
nodded. "I do, but I want so much more. I want
everything," he warned her.
Amanda almost coughed as the thudding of her heart took her breath away. Elation swept through her. "Me
too," she whispered.
Sarek's face lightened, and now it was he who released a pent-up breath. Then
he smiled; nothing big, but a real smile. A smile unlike anything she had
ever seen on him before. It didn't last long, a brief second, then his
training took over and his face was impassive again, but it was a sight that
she would never forget, not through all of time or space.
~~**~~
Oh, yes I remember it well.
"Amanda," Sarek called to his wife, who was sitting on their bed,
staring out the window of their embassy bedroom. It was pouring out, and
the rain beat heavily against the reinforced glass, causing a thunderous noise
to fill the room. "Amanda," he repeated louder, finally drawing
her attention.
Amanda took a deep breath, blinking rapidly as she was pulled from her
daydream. "Sorry, I didn't hear you."
Sarek nodded. "Forgive my tardiness; our meeting ran longer than
expected." He gestured towards the window. "It appears our
picnic for today is cancelled."
Amanda looked back at the rain, a tender smile gracing her lips.
Sarek watched her curiously. "What were you thinking about when I
came in?"
His curiosity increased ten-fold as a blush crawled over his wife's fine
features – age had left its mark, a few wrinkles and mostly all grey hair, but
her beauty was ageless. "I was remembering another time when
unexpected rains disrupted our picnic."
An indistinct noise emitted from deep within his throat, then Sarek moved to
sit on the bed beside his wife. "Yes, and if memory serves," he
turned his head to watch her profile, "we found… other activities to
occupy our time the rest of that day." He reached up to stroke his
paired fingers across her cheek.
Amanda squeezed his leg affectionately. "Yes, and the rest of that
night… and well into the next morning." She chuckled fondly,
relishing in the amusement mirrored in Sarek's glance.
Sarek took a deep breath, his tone speculative. "I am free the rest
of this night… and all of tomorrow, I believe." He raised an eyebrow
suggestively.
"Me too," she whispered, repeating those words from long ago.
And then he smiled…
Finis