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The Way to Man's Heart is Through his Stomach	By : Clarissa_Eden Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 3301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, or any of the characters belonging to the franchise. I do not make money from writing this, it's just for fun.

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Elizabeth didn't know what to say. Her mind was blank to everything other than what Spock had just said. He wanted to bond, fully, now? Why? She had been under the impression that they had to wait until they reached New Vulcan, and then undergo a lengthy and complicated ritual. Her eyes bored into Spock's as all of this and more ran though her mind.
'No my ashayam.' Spock spoke softly through their mental bond. 'The ceremony on New Vulcan is a legal matter; the act of bonding can take place anywhere.'
He reached for her hand, pressing his finger to hers in a Vulcan kiss. He smiled slightly as he heard her gasp in surprise.
Elizabeth closed her eyes at the sudden feeling on pleasure that was coursing through her body. Spock wasn't playing fair, he wanted her to say yes, and was trying to lessen her ability to think properly. And he was doing a bloody good job of it. Wanting to get her own back on her lover, Elizabeth lifted her free hand to his neck, and slowly stared to rub small circles into the skin there.
Slowly moving her hand upwards, never failing in her administrations, Elizabeth was soon close to Spock's left ear. Without pausing for thought, she allowed the tip of her index finger to ghost along the skin, as she had done a few times before. The breath caught in Spock's throat as Elizabeth continued her caress of his ear.
Growling slightly, he brought her lips down onto his in a passion filled kiss, demanding her to allow him entrance to her mouth. When she refused, he growled again, this time in frustration with her. He pulled away from the kiss he instigated, and fixed Elizabeth with an intense glare. She looked back at him with as much innocence as she could muster, the effect was somewhat lost by her ragged breathing and swollen lips.
"What?" She questioned, keeping her voice light and innocent.
The frown didn't lift from Spock's face. "Answer my question." He demanded.
He needed her to answer the question; it was for his sanity as well as her own. Bonding now was more than an expression of the way Spock cared for Elizabeth, whilst it was true he wanted her to be his life mate in every sense of the title. He had ulterior motives for his present actions. It was a precautionary measure. Stark wanted her back and Spock was willing to do anything to make sure Elizabeth would not fall into his hands. By bonding with her, she would hopefully become less appealing to the other Vulcan, thus protecting her should something happen to Spock.
"What do you think the answer to that question is?" Elizabeth challenged, the amusement evident in her eyes.
"I need to hear you say it." Spock stated with a level of strain showing in his voice. He had never understood the female capacity to avoid a direct answer to any question, and this was not the time for Elizabeth to be displaying such an ability.
"Really?"
Spock just looked at her, begging her with his eyes.
"Okay then. Yes Spock, I'll bond with you, now." She told him quietly. Her eyes staring intently into his, conveying her sincerity in what she was saying.
For a few seconds nothing happened between the two of them. So it surprised Elizabeth when she felt Spock wrap his arms underneath her legs and stand, supporting her fully against his body. Despite this, she automatically wrapped her arms around his neck as a small squeak issued forth from her mouth. He walked swiftly towards the bedroom, holding her close as he did so.
Spock placed her gently on the neatly made bed, and stole a soft kiss, before he turned on his heels and left Elizabeth alone and slightly confused. A moment later, he reappeared carrying a number of candles and set about placing them around the room, lighting them as he did so.
Feeling Elizabeth's confusion at his actions, Spock spoke to her through their bond. 'The candles are required for the bonding.'
Whilst that was true, Spock also read in one of her old novels that candle light set a particular ambience, which was generally considered 'romantic'. When he had completed his task, he turned back to Elizabeth. She hadn't moved since he had placed her on the bed. Moving over to her slowly, Spock reached for the bottom of his Uniform shirt and pulled it over his head, dropping it to the floor before he reached her.
Elizabeth couldn't prevent her eyes from roaming over the taught skin of Spock's abdomen. He really was beautiful, in every sense of the word. Spock kneeled on the bed, looming over her. His eyes gazed down at hers, catching and holding them; as his hands reached down to unclasp the oversized jacket that hung off her shoulders. He pushed the heavy black fabric off her, running his hands over the skin of her arms, revelling in the soft texture of it.
When the jacket fell to the bed in a soft thumb, Elizabeth rose up onto her knees, bringing her eyes level with Spock's clavicle. Tentatively, she reached out a hand to press against where his heart would have been if he was completely human.
'What do I need to do?' she whispered through their mental connection. It was unnecessary to communicate her question as a whisper, but it felt wrong to do otherwise.
Resting his forehead against her own, Spock maintained their eye contact as he pressed his fingers to her psy points.
"My mind to your mind... my thoughts to your thoughts..." Spock spoke softly as he initiated a basic mind meld, drawing Elizabeth's body closer to his, so she was flush against him, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist. He would work within her mind and within his own, building on the mental bonds he had created accidentally, and creating new ones in the process.
Elizabeth gasped at the new sensation that was filling her mind. She was used to the semi-constant presence of Spock in the back of her mind, but this was something different all together. Normally she could pick up on a few things that Spock was feeling, or contemplating, may be a better term. But now, she could sense everything all at once, every thought, every emotion, everything that Spock had ever experienced came rushing into her head, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
That amount of information that was exchanged between the two of them should have overwhelmed her, but it didn't. Not only was Elizabeth able to interpret all of the different things flowing through her head, she could single out certain parts and look at them in greater detail. Whilst she was concentrating on what was going on inside her head, Spock had been chanting, focusing his own abilities and drawing his and Elizabeth's minds closer together. Joining them as one.
Elizabeth was still processing what going on within herself, so when Spock captured her lips with his own and sucking her bottom lip until he held it firmly between his teeth, she was slightly caught off guard. Gasping into his mouth, Elizabeth soon returned the passionate kiss, running her tongue over his teeth that were holding onto her bottom lip.
Spock used his superior height and strength to guide Elizabeth down onto her back, with their mouths still attached. Hovering over the top of her, he lifted her leg to rest against his hip, his hand running down to play with the draw string of the pants she was wearing. He shuddered with pleasure as Elizabeth's hands ran up over his chest, her fingers catching slightly in the sparse amount of chest hair he had. Her actions were making him urgent to be physically one with her. They were now joined mentally, but it didn't seem like it was enough for Spock. He wanted more. He needed more.
Quickly braking apart, Spock shed his remaining clothing and was back above Elizabeth in the space of a few seconds. His hands reached for the hem of the pants that were hiding what he wanted most from his eyes. Hooking his fingers into the top of them, he yanked them down and threw the offending item of clothing to the floor. What Spock hadn't been expecting was Elizabeth's lack of underwear. He almost let out a groan of surprise when he reached for them, only to discover they weren't there.
Spock could smell just how aroused Elizabeth was through his ministrations. Her scent drove him to attack her mouth with his own. His quick movements took her by surprise, and so he gained access to the confines of her mouth with ease, battling her tongue for dominance and soon winning. Unable to wait any longer, Spock pressed himself into Elizabeth, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from his mate. His movements were slow and torturous, and once he was fully sheathed within her he stopped moving, despite Elizabeth's protests.
'Move!' She demanded, wriggling her hips to encourage him.
'I cannot.' Spock replied, pressing his hips more firmly into hers to prevent her from squirming underneath him.
'Why?' she whined, her eyes pleading him.
'I do not want to my adun'a.' Spock teased lightly. He liked being able to call her that, his wife, as she was now.
If she had had the strength, Elizabeth would have flipped them over and rode him into the middle of next week. However, being that she was pinned to the mattress of her bed by someone much stronger and heavier than herself, this was not possible. But she was not powerless. Using her internal muscles, Elizabeth squeezed him. Causing Spock to stiffen, even more, above her.
Elizabeth grinned as his reaction, and used his momentary lapse in concentration to flip him over onto his back. She was still grinning as she looked down at his blank face from her new position. In the number of times they had been intimate, she had never been on top. As much as he would protest the fact, Spock was a little bit of a control freak when it came to the bedroom. Normally this wasn't a problem for Elizabeth, but if he wasn't going to play fair, she wouldn't either.
Rotating her hips whilst squeezing him internally, Elizabeth watched as Spock's face contorted slightly in pleasure as his hands fisted in the sheets. She continued her sensually slow movements, leaning forwards so her breasts brushed up against Spock's chest, causing her nipples to harden. She craned her neck so she could get at his ear, and gently took the lobe into her mouth and flicked at it with the very tip of her tongue. She could feel Spock getting frustrated with her slow movements and the torture she was inflicting upon his ear, it mattered not that he had been doing something similar moments earlier. Grasping her hips between his hands, Spock made her move faster and at a slightly different angle, on that was more pleasurable for the both of them.
With Spock now back in control, Elizabeth couldn't help the emotions that were flowing through her as she was flipped back onto her back. She found that her hands had been pinned above her head with one of his, leaving her helpless under his ministrations. This was her punishment for touching his ears. His thrusts were becoming harder, and his pelvic bone was grinding onto her clit with every thrust. When she was on the very verge of climax, Spock captured her mouth in a feverish kiss, and swallowed the moans of pleasure that spouted forth. As Elizabeth rode out her orgasm, Spock gathered her into his arms, and sitting back on his heals continued to thrust into her at a different angle. This caused a second climax to follow soon after the first, this time though, Elizabeth took Spock over the edge with her.
The newlyweds collapsed onto the dishevelled bed, panting and covered in sweat. Both revelling in the pleasurable feelings that wracked their bodies, feeling not just their own pleasure but each others as well.
Elizabeth's eyes were closed when she felt Spock pull her towards him, settling her back against his chest, and wrapping his arm around her mid section. She was exhausted, but happy.
'Sleep my adun'a.' Spock spoke into her mind as he pressed his nose and mouth to the back of her neck. 'You require rest, our bond is stronger now, but resting will allow it time to grow stronger still.'

Nodding her agreement with him, Elizabeth sighed in contentment as she allowed sleep to overcome her.
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