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"T'Pring," said Spock evenly. "Parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched."
She stepped down from her shuttle and met his fingers with hers. "Spock. You are well, I trust."
In fact he looked better than usual, in a way she could not quite define. He expressed no emotion, and yet there was in his face something different than there had been on their last meeting a year ago, when the Enterprise had still been under the command of Christopher Pike. His mind, too, crackled with a strange energy.
Interesting. She hoped she would receive the benefit of this. Their last reunion had been somewhat lackluster, Spock more interested in talking than in the sexual activity she had come all that way to experience. In her opinion, they could talk on the comm anytime. In-person visits ought to prioritize intercourse. He had eventually conceded the point, but his performance could best be described as "dutiful." She had climaxed twice, he zero times.
T'Pring had real affection for him, despite their bond having been arranged for them by others. She had done her best to simultaneously perform a human courtship progression to cater to his human side, such as "proposing" even though they had been betrothed for many years. Spock had been grateful for this; it allowed him to reassure his mother that taking part in the Vulcan tradition of arranged marriage would not deprive him of "true love."
It was hard, sometimes, to tell if there were other reasons for him than that. He saw their bond as fulfilling a duty to his father, who had chosen it, and to his mother, who wanted both to know her son was happy, and to avoid quarreling with her husband. When asked, he provided many logical reasons they were well-suited. If there were other, more emotional reasons, he was too observant a practitioner of logic to say so.
T'Pring was not so observant herself as to be contented with this. Her parents had been perceptibly affectionate with each other, and she had hoped for the same. If Spock loved her, she believed she could also love him. He had many attractive qualities. If he did not love her, she would have preferred to break the bond now and find someone who did. But none of her efforts had ever gotten him to speak the plain truth on the topic.
"Do you wish to meet Captain Kirk?" asked Spock, as they exited the shuttlebay. "As he has not met you before, he has expressed some curiosity about you."
There was an odd eagerness over the bond. He wanted to present her to his captain. This was an encouraging sign; either he was proud of her and wished to display her, or he was proud of his captain and wished to share that with T'Pring. Both were favorable. "If it is no inconvenience."
"It is not," said Spock. "He will be in the mess at this hour."
The "mess" was a large, noisy room for communal eating. However, it immediately became quieter when she and Spock entered. Every eye turned to them.
T'Pring's back straightened further under the scrutiny. Of course Spock's crew would be curious about her. Most, she had not met. Many, if she judged Spock's reserve properly, would not have known she existed.
Spock did not rejoin their fingers to proceed in a ceremonial way, but only directed her towards the table where his captain sat. He was much younger than Pike had been; handsome by human standards. Exactly that kind of handsome that Vulcans often became distracted by: rosy complexion, soft edges, light eyes. So unlike a Vulcan that Vulcans could seldom help taking notice. Sarek certainly had been captivated by just such a one.
Captain Kirk leapt to his feet when he saw her. "Miss T'Pring," he said, smiling broadly. "Mr. Spock told me you were coming, but I have to say he didn't tell me nearly enough. Spock, you have quite the prize there, I hope you know."
"I am aware, Captain," said Spock stiffly. Was that jealousy she felt over the bond? Surely not.
She looked up at him, really looked, and immediately she understood. That jealousy was not for her. Neither was the new vitality she had sensed in him. His eyes tracked his captain, yearning carefully tucked away, where no one but herself could perceive it.
Spock was, indeed, capable of love, and he felt it for his captain. Yet, dutiful as ever, he had chosen instead to be faithful to her.
She concealed a surge of fond exasperation. It was so like him, to sacrifice his own desires in such a way. But utterly unnecessary.
She lowered her voice, though no one stood near enough to overhear. "I find you very attractive," she said. "With Spock's permission, I would invite you to our marriage bed tonight." She glanced up at Spock, though she did not need to. The bond told her everything. Which was fortunate, as his face was like stone.
"To your—are you propositioning me, Miss T'Pring?" Kirk stammered, shocked.
"My apologies, Captain." Spock looked down at her reprovingly. "I do not know what assumptions T'Pring has made about human customs."
"Certainly if human customs are opposed, I would never presume," said T'Pring. "But Vulcans occasionally find such arrangements logical and I believe Spock would be willing. My apologies if I have proposed it in too forward a manner."
Kirk's face was brilliantly red, and his eyes were fixed on Spock. "You've done nothing wrong, ma'am. Uh, Spock?"
Spock was clearly incapable of any reply. T'Pring intervened. "You need not decide now. Spock and I will be in his quarters at twenty-two hundred hours. Come if my proposition interests you."
"You have embarrassed me before my superior officer," Spock chastised her when they were alone. "I cannot conceive of what inspired you to act in such a brazen and uncharacteristic way."
"Truly, you do not?"
"I am aware that he is attractive," he ground out. "A Vulcan should master such temptations."
"I know that you have mastered it," she countered. "But I see no logical reason to deprive yourself, since after all I am quite willing."
Spock was still, waves of shame crashing over the bond. To have been so transparent in his emotions—to even have such emotions—to have emotions at all. She placed a hand over his, on his knee. "Ashalsu," she said seriously, "a relationship in which you deny all that you want and are, purely to be faithful to me, is not something I have ever desired. I know that is not your father's way to admit to such emotions, but I wish you to be happy."
"I wish to be faithful to my duty and to you," said Spock.
She gave a tiny, inaudible sigh. "As you wish, my kugalsu. Shall I contact the captain and retract my invitation?"
Spock studied her. "You genuinely desire this?"
"I do. It is not that you do not satisfy me—"
"I am aware that I do not satisfy you," he interrupted. "If you desire this, you shall have it. If, of course, he comes at all. I see no reason why he would."
T'Pring was quite confident that he would. She had seen it on his face, so much more mobile and transparent than Spock's. He admired her, but he adored Spock with a love that was quite impossible for him to hide. It was a marvel Spock did not see it.
She was correct. Kirk chimed at the door at twenty-two hundred and forty-nine seconds, which was as punctual as a human could be. T'Pring retired behind the partition to allow Spock to discuss the scenario with his captain. She did not want Kirk to feel that Spock was being forced into this.
She sat neatly on the bed, filmy robe half-open, and listened to them talk.
"I'm sorry," said Kirk immediately upon walking in. "I don't know—I wasn't sure—"
"T'Pring will be pleased you have come," said Spock solemnly.
"But what about you, Spock? She comes on to me like that—and I'm supposed to come in and, what, fuck your girl? What are the parameters of this—thing?"
"I have given my consent," said Spock, still revealing nothing of the turbulent emotion that stirred the bond. "I assume we will both…attempt to please her."
A silence. Kirk would be searching his first officer's face, and likely reading nothing there. "All right, Spock," he said at last, with a gentleness in his tone that made her ache. She had never spoken to Spock that way. If he needed this, no wonder he had found her lacking. "If you change your mind, at any point, please say. I'm out the door with my pants over my arm at a word from you. I don't want to come between you."
"Vulcan mates are telepathically bonded," said Spock. "It is not our nature to be jealous, when we have such direct reassurance that we are first in their mind. You could not come between us."
There was a silence. T'Pring suspected this was not a response that would please Kirk, but he made no reply to it.
At last they were making their way toward the sleeping portion of the room. She looked up at Kirk as he entered, feeling illogically bashful. She had been the one to propose this. She should not now be surprised at the fact that this man could see her breasts peeking out of the opening of her robe.
"You're very beautiful, Miss T'Pring," said Kirk gallantly. "Or should I drop the Miss, under the circumstances?"
"It is not a Vulcan title," said T'Pring. "You should do as you like."
"How should we…" Kirk made a vague gesture. T'Pring was oddly comforted to find even this human—as carefree and experienced about sexual matters as they usually were—was uncertain as well.
She rose to her feet. "Spock tells me humans kiss on the mouth," she said. "I should like you to demonstrate."
He gave a slow smile that stirred something inside her. Yes, she could see what Spock saw in him. She lacked the mental relationship that the two of them must share after six months of serving alongside one another, but the physical attraction was definitely something she could understand.
Kirk lowered his head and drew her gently toward him, pressing his lips softly to hers. Then there was a wet touch on her bottom lip, his tongue seeking entry. It was shocking, a little—unhygienic, not done—but she meant to have this man's penis inside her by the end of the evening, so she may as well start with his tongue.
Her lips parted, and he explored her mouth thoroughly. She studied his method carefully and returned the caress, her tongue inside his mouth. He tasted of water, of iron, of salt.
After some moments, Kirk broke away, glancing to the side at Spock. She followed his gaze. This was the real center of it all. Not two men pleasing her; not a couple inviting in a third party. No: she and Kirk were both focused intently on Spock, on trying to see what he made of it. As yet he gave no visible sign. Along the bond, his mind was turbulent and uncertain.
"I believe I have mastered the technique," she announced to Spock. "I will demonstrate it to you." Turning, she pulled Spock's head down to hers and fastened their lips together. It was, unfortunately, less satisfactory than it had been with Kirk. Vulcan mouths were dryer, their tongues rougher. It was plain to see now why Vulcans did not kiss this way. She pulled away after a moment. "I think he is more skilled at it than I am."
A brief exchange of glances among the three of them, and it was clear that Spock and Kirk would not kiss one another at this point. Perhaps later.
She loosened Spock's robe and let it fall to the ground, stroking affectionately over his wooly chest. Perhaps, in fact, she was not in love with him. She might have been, if he had loved her, but she was not. But she was fond of him, and the tight lean shape of him still tugged at something deep inside her, made her blood run hotter. She met Spock's hand with hers, rubbed their fingers together. His sheath was closed but loose, already beading with moisture. The sight of it made her body loosen, preparing itself.
She glanced at Kirk, who had been staring and immediately pulled his eyes away from Spock self-consciously. He too was drawn by that body; he too was heated to combustion by the sight.
Kirk pulled his tunic and pants off quickly, as if stripping for a fight: no artistry, no awareness of being watched. But Spock's eyes were on him as well, and through their bond she could feel that he was as aroused as she was by the revelation of Kirk's flushed chest, his thick thighs. His black undergarment he left on, though the column of his erection stretched the knit fabric till it concealed almost nothing.
He stepped closer, hand hovering near her elbow, not quite committing to a touch. "I'm at your service, ma'am. What did you have in mind?"
"My plan, if you are amenable," she began, and hesitated. Vulcans did not speak so plainly, and while humans did, they did so in terms a Vulcan would never use. She took refuge from her embarrassment in clinical language. "I would like to be simultaneously penetrated by both of you. I think the best way is for me to mount Spock as he lies down and take him into my vagina, and you would simultaneously penetrate my anus."
A hot blush threatened to green her cheeks and she ruthlessly suppressed it. The heat, thus denied, coiled in her loins instead. She would have both of these attractive men inside her body. It did not matter particularly that neither was in love with her. She would soon be a single woman, if her plan tonight worked. What better time to engage in casual sexual exploits? She had been sexually frustrated for a very long time.
Kirk's cheeks reddened, and he dented his bottom lip with his teeth while his eyes surveyed her body. But he did not speak until he had exchanged glances with Spock, received an infinitesimal nod. Only then he murmur, "I'm willing. But we've got to get you ready first. Spock, what does she like?"
Spock sat down on the bed, drawing her down into his lap. Displaying her, she realized, to his captain. His long fingers pushed the robe off her shoulders and cupped her breasts, circling the nipples methodically. "I usually stimulate her manually," he said, a rumble coming into his voice she had never heard from him in bed before. Arousal vibrating his secondary vocal cords.
He moved one of her thighs over his knee, then the other on the other side, splaying her wide. Her slit gaped at Kirk, an olive slash, and Spock's fingers combed through her pubic hair, gently pinching her labia between two fingers and releasing them, rubbing them against each other. He was expert at this, there was no denying it. Perhaps more expert than a man who enjoyed it more. He was focused on her satisfaction, always.
"Humans use their mouths for this also," offered T'Pring. "Kirk, if you wish…"
Kirk did not wait for futher encouragement, but dropped to his knees. "I do wish," he said, with sincere enthusiasm, and then his tongue was on her. Wet, agile, eager. Spock spread her labia apart for him, and T'Pring did not miss the fact that again and again, Kirk's tongue happened to slide over Spock's fingers. Nor the tiny shiver that went through Spock every time it did.
"Tell him what I like," T'Pring commanded, and Spock began, hesitantly, to speak.
"She is very sensitive at first," he rumbled. "The small tentacle-like protrusion is the ko-lok, the female penis analog."
Kirk closed his lips around it and drew off. "Like the human clit."
"I believe the ontogeny is similar," said Spock. "She likes firm pressure there and little to no friction."
T'Pring let her head loll back on Spock's shoulder and listened to them talk. Kirk's tongue was as expert on her vulva as it had been in her mouth. He lapped at her hungrily, humming against her ko-lok and licking up the sides of her labia. Her hips rocked against his mouth, and his hand slid under her buttocks to encourage her. His green-gold eyes lifted and glanced over her shoulder at Spock.
She was getting close much faster than she ever had before. With Spock's warm body behind her and Kirk's hot tongue against her, she felt surrounded in their desire. Spock was trying to resist his, to no logical purpose, but it seeped across the bond regardless. Kirk's free hand pressed against the swelling in his briefs.
She arched in Spock's arms, bucking against Kirk's mouth. Her orgasm hit, built, passed over her in waves. Her hands were on Kirk's head, keeping him close so she could grind against his tongue. Thrice, four times, five, and at last the waves of her orgasm faded and ebbed.
A slow sigh escaped Spock's nose. He had been deep in the bond, she realized. Feeling Kirk's tongue as she felt it, riding her orgasm. Her own breath caught at that knowledge. They had never been close in this way before. Never before savored the same touch from the same man.
Spock's hand left her briefly and darted behind her back, slipping between them. He was moistening it in his sheath, which had already begun dripping onto her back. Then it returned, his long middle finger sliding easily inside her. "She will be more responsive now," he murmured.
She caught Kirk's eye, where he sat back on his heels panting, his mouth wet and shining from his efforts. "If you follow his lead," she ventured, "he can show you where the internal erogenous zones are on a Vulcan woman."
His eyes left hers, gazed over her shoulder at Spock. How could Spock not see the way the look in them changed, the way the gold in them heated and melted? Spock nodded very slightly against her neck, and Kirk's finger slid in as well.
"If you will be guided by me, Captain," breathed Spock, and oh, if that was how they spoke on the bridge, how did anyone remain professional? His finger hooked around Kirk's, led it to the set of sensitive ridges on the front wall of her vagina. Their fingers moved, danced together. They were kissing inside of her, and Kirk did not even know it.
Her thighs flexed. She felt eager, wanton, and yet without the shame that sometimes pursued her at such moments. There was some embarrassment in being overwhelmed with lust when one's partner remained in complete control. None, at being so overpowered when there were two men here panting with as much yearning as herself. It did not matter that their yearning was all for each other. Her losing control, her coming over and over, was part of what they wanted and needed. Part of the game they were playing with each other.
Their fingers, one long and cool, one thick and hot, stroked over the internal ridges, finding an irresistible rhythm with one another. Just so would they be together, perfectly in harmony. She imagined them without her. Kirk would take her place in Spock's lap, facing inward; Spock would wrap his long fingers around both erections and work them to a rapid climax. Both of them would be overcome, breathless and heaving, utterly beyond shame or self-consciousness. Their emissions would mingle, soaking the hair on Spock's belly and dribbling down Kirk's hairless chest.
She came a second time, harder, incoherent sounds escaping her mouth. Spock's wet lok thrust against her back, his left hand closing convulsively on her breast. Kirk's breath heaved through his mouth, his eyes fixed on Spock. He knew, now—he must know that Spock was feeling all of this through her.
"All right, T'Pring?" Kirk asked after a moment.
"Optimal," she said, taking both their hands by the wrist, extracting them from her body, and bringing them to her mouth. She licked their wet fingers together, sucked them into her mouth so her tongue could rasp every molecule of their taste from them. They tasted partly of her, mostly of Spock, and very slightly of Kirk's human sweat. She made sure their fingertips rubbed together inside her mouth, directly on the sensitive psi point. Spock was a powerful telepath; he could hardly fail to receive the taste of Kirk's mind at a touch like that. And indeed, over the bond, he was splitting open, leaking out desire and bliss. He was forgetting everything that had made him so conflicted earlier. Now, it seemed all he could think of was his captain, the fact that he was here, the fact that they were touching.
"Have you ever had anal sex before?" Kirk asked, and it took T'Pring a moment to realize he was speaking to her.
"Once," she said. She had tried a great number of things once, to see if it made any difference to Spock. If it did, it had not been enough for her to notice.
Kirk's hand returned to her, wet from her mouth, fingertip pressing gently against the tight bud of her anus. "We'll need lube," he told Spock.
Spock's hand slipped between them again, came back wet. He smeared the slick on Kirk's hand, fingers moving together quite shamelessly now. From the heat in Kirk's cheeks, he sensed the importance of this act, despite his human inexperience. Their hands lingered, Kirk sliding his fingers between Spock's to ensure they were both coated everywhere with his fluid. And then, reluctantly, they parted, Kirk's fingertip easing carefully into her anus, Spock sliding his finger back into her vagina.
"I expect we both have much to learn from you," said Spock after a little, as Kirk's finger worked its way in to the second knuckle. "You are very experienced, I believe."
Kirk gave a rueful smile. "Not as much as the rumors would have you think."
"T'Pring and I…have only had experience with each other."
"You know how to please her very well."
Spock's cheek was hot against her neck. Was he blushing? At a compliment like that?
"You can see she far prefers this," said Spock at last.
Kirk's finger was all the way in; it pressed upward against Spock's finger through the wall of her flesh.
"I hope we're not ruining her for regular sex."
Spock's voice dropped low, barely audible. "I fear you are ruining both of us."
Their fingers were finding a rhythm together again, even separated by her body as they were.
"You have all your lives together," Kirk was saying. How could he focus enough to speak, with what his finger was doing, with what Spock's fingers were doing against his? "You can use what you've learned together, I'm sure."
"You are adding more than your experience," said Spock. "Your...presence...adds something I believe cannot be replicated."
Kirk's lips parted, gazing over her shoulder. "T'Pring," he murmured, though his eyes never left Spock. "Do you agree?"
"I do," she said. "It has never been like this with us alone. Please add another finger."
Kirk startled, having clearly forgotten there was any goal to this activity besides rubbing his finger against Spock's. He complied, very gently working a second finger inside her. There was no pain.
"I don't want to inspire…jealousy," Kirk said after a moment.
Spock drew a breath to speak but T'Pring anticipated him. "I am not jealous," she said. "I have only ever wished to make Spock happy."
Kirk's eye finally met hers. Understanding, she thought, at last.
Spock shifted uncomfortably against her, fingers moving away from Kirk's to stroke her internal ridges again. "This is not about me," he said woodenly. "We are both here to please T'Pring."
T'Pring writhed at the stimulation of Spock's fingers there. Disappointment flickered briefly over Kirk's face, but his voice dropped into a low, seductive register. "Good, Spock," he murmured. "She relaxes beautifully when you do that."
They did not speak for a while, Spock patiently dragging his fingers up and down her ridges, Kirk gently stretching her with his fingers.
After a while she squirmed impatiently. Fingers were no longer enough, and she was long since ready. "I wish to proceed."
Kirk grinned, letting his fingers slip out of her. "Nobody warned me Vulcan dirty talk was going to be this hot."
She raised a confused eyebrow.
"He means it arouses him when you speak this way," Spock explained, withdrawing his own fingers and helping her off his lap.
His lok was fully averted now, and Kirk stared at it openly, one hand absently on her lower back, where it was slick with Spock's lubricant. He licked his lips, as though he wished to use his mouth on Spock as well.
T'Pring would have liked this, but she did not think Spock would agree to it at this point. Instead she said, "Lie down, Spock."
He turned and lay hesitantly along the bed, eyes fixed on Kirk. Uncertain, it seemed, of the impression he was making. T'Pring could have told him Kirk was mesmerized. Instead she straddled his thighs, turning her own attention to Spock's slick lok. She ran her fingers through the lips of the sheath on either side, gathering lubricant, and spread it on herself. With a look, she indicated to Kirk that he should do likewise.
Kirk looked disbelieving for a moment and looked at Spock for permission. It seemed he had received it, for he too slid his fingers lightly through Spock's sheath, barely brushing Spock's lok as he passed.
By the fire that burned along the bond, the touch had very much been noticed.
Kirk pushed down his undergarment, freeing a dry, pink human penis. It was thick, single-ridged, not particularly desirable by Vulcan terms, yet Spock looked like he was experiencing a religious ecstasy when he looked at it.
Kirk slathered Spock's fluid on it, and now it shone more agreeably. Dryness was never attractive in a man, T'Pring felt. Men should be flowing generously with moisture, proving their arousal and making the mouth water with thirst.
She moved up Spock's body, nuzzling up his chest and neck. "It pleases me that you enjoy this," she murmured in his ear, in Vulcan.
"I fear I enjoy it too much," he answered in the same language. "That you will feel I am unfaithful to you."
"There is nothing possessive in my affection for you," she replied. "It pleases me to share you with him." She let him see, through the bond, the sincerity of her words, and he finally relaxed a degree.
She positioned his lok at her entrance and sank down easily onto it. It was slick, and her body was more than ready. She leaned forward to press her chest against his, grinding her ko-lok against his pubic bone. She had always enjoyed riding him like this. But this was better, because now his desire flooded across the bond, kindling hers.
The bed bent slightly as Kirk knelt behind her. She felt his hot human erection press between her buttocks, rubbing up and down, touching—perhaps only incidentally—the place where Spock disappeared into her body.
"Captain," Spock choked out.
"You want this?" Kirk asked.
T'Pring waited. She knew he was not asking her. "Spock," she prompted after a moment.
"Yes," Spock gasped, his lok throbbing inside her. "Yes, Jim, I want this."
Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, Kirk pressed into her.
She did not move, feeling almost too full, her body stretched and occupied. She lay against Spock's chest, feeling his breath huff in and out, his hair tickling her breasts. The ridge of Kirk's erection brushed over the first ridge of Spock's, then the second. Spock's hands opened and closed convulsively on her thighs. It seemed he had not been aware he would feel this, feel Kirk through her body.
"Let him please us," she whispered in Vulcan.
"Marom-veh," he breathed. Excellent one. Not an endearment for a wife. A term of honor for one who had achieved much.
Slowly, Kirk drew out again, and back in. His movement nudged T'Pring a little forward against Spock, moving him within her, grinding her ko-lok against him. She sighed and let herself relax into Spock. She had nothing to do now, nothing but to be the appointed place where Spock and his destined lover should meet.
Kirk thrust smoothly into her, finding a rhythm. The two erections rubbed against each other through her body, as their fingers had. Spock was making tiny noises under her, noises she had never before heard him make. His fingers stroked up her back, brushing from time to time against Kirk's right hand, which was braced on her hip.
She reached for Spock's other hand, aligning their fingertips so she could push deeper into the bond, feel what he was feeling. He felt the frictionless motion of Kirk's erection against his inside her body. He felt the slap of Kirk's testicles on the base of his lok. His mind was profoundly open, hungry, amazed that he was capable of feeling this way. T'Pring had never guessed either that such a well of desire lay inside him.
"More," she panted. "Harder."
Kirk sped up obediently. Beneath her, Spock rocked his hips, pushing up into her, matching Kirk's rhythm so precisely it was a marvel they were not bonded already. Their minds were in such harmony. It was clear they were eminently compatible, in a way she and Spock never had been.
"Touch him," T'Pring demanded in Vulcan. "He desires it."
Spock hesitated only for a moment. Then his hand left her back, groped for Kirk's hip. She knew when he had found it, because Kirk gasped out, "Spock!"
"Jim," Spock answered, voice rumbling in his chest.
T'Pring pushed her sensations through the bond. The feel of Kirk inside her, the slap of his thighs against her buttocks. Spock clutched at them eagerly. His mind was a haze of desire, crying out Jim Jim Jim without ceasing.
Someday, she would have someone's mind chant her name in just this way. She would find someone who adored her passionately and without hesitation. No matter how he concealed it behind Vulcan reserve, she would know. If it was anything like this, she could not help but know. Now that she saw it happening, she knew exactly what she wanted. She would not settle for anything else again.
And these two, their love for each other…awed her. She had seen so little of the story behind it, of the experiences that had made it come into being. But she could observe their love for herself, in the tenderness in Kirk's gaze, in the exquisite sensitivity that had led him to understand perfectly how to take part in this game of hers. He was wooing Spock in his way, showing him his prowess at this, making no demands. He was just the kind of person who could crack open Spock's heart, in a way she never could.
For a moment she forgot herself entirely. She was not present; they were mating with one another. Kirk was thrusting into Spock, Spock was rocking back against Kirk. Their lips might connect messily in the human way, Kirk's wet human tongue probing Spock's mouth, Spock arching beneath him, coming—
T'Pring was coming, now. Kirk's movements in her were relentless, Spock's upward thrusts to meet him, her ko-lok grinding against Spock as their movements pushed her forward and back. The waves rolled over her, one after another. She cried out helplessly, letting it happen.
Both erections inside her twitched, jerked, spilled over. They were coming too, both of them, eyes fixed on each other, one another's names bitten back inside each mouth.
Carefully, Kirk withdrew from her, followed by a hot spill of his human seed dripping out of her. He lifted her hips to let Spock slide out of her as well, straightened her legs to ease the overextension of her hips. She let herself be moved, drifting in a post-orgasmic haze. Kirk lay down beside them, leaving T'Pring resting on Spock's chest.
After a little while Kirk said, "I…wasn't expecting it to be like that."
Spock's voice rumbled under her ear. "Many people underestimate T'Pring. She is quite devious. Even I did not understand her intention at the outset." His hand stroked her back, lest she take offense. But she was the opposite of offended. It pleased her to be respected for what she was.
"What was her intention, Spock?"
"She sensed my desire for you," said Spock bluntly. "I believe she disapproved of me for not having acted on it before."
'"Surely you were just trying to be faithful to her," Kirk argued.
"Indeed. I did not realize that this was not in fact what she wished."
"What did she want?"
T'Pring turned her head so she could see him and laid her cheek back down against Spock's chest. "I wanted to be desired in the way that he desires you," she said simply. "And he believed that to be a slight on himself. That it was his fault that he could not simply force himself to respond to me in that way. But he can easily grant me my desire by releasing me from our bond, to find my own t'hy'la. My perfect mate, as you are his."
Spock's chest rose beneath her cheek in a shuddering breath. "That is a very strong term."
"If you do not believe it is apt, then you have not paid the attention during this activity that I have." Gingerly, T'Pring raised herself off him. There was no room beside them on the bed, so she got to her feet instead. Her hips ached and her knees were wobbly, but it was pleasant. She had done a good evening's work, and achieved three excellent climaxes besides. "Your minds called out for each other; they resonate in a notable harmony. It would be a mistake for either of you to settle for any other."
"You should not tell my captain what to do," said Spock. "He is a large-hearted individual. I do not think he would like to limit himself, at his age, to one single mate."
"Everybody's speaking for everyone else tonight, aren't they," said Kirk, amused. "I'd have settled down with you for good a long time ago, if I thought you wanted me at all."
"It is time then to speak plainly for yourself, Spock," said T'Pring. She towered over both of them now. Seminal fluid smeared her thighs, and her hair trailed messily out of its arrangement. She felt like a battle maiden of old. "Will you have this man or not?"
Spock was silent for a long moment. "I release you from our bond, T'Pring," he said at last. "Jim." He turned his head, and T'Pring felt she had abruptly become invisible. Neither man seemed aware of her at all. "I would be yours, if you would have me."
Their lips met, and T'Pring watched with interest as their jaws worked, tongues clashing out of sight inside. Kirk's leg draped over Spock's, and Spock's spent lok gave an awakening twitch.
She had meant to depart to the shower and leave them in privacy to work out the terms of their relationship. Instead, she sat in the chair beside Spock's bed and watched, since it was clear neither one cared about her presence in the least.
Their way with each other was quite different from the careful tenderness they had both shown T'Pring. There was a ravenousness to it, a heat, even though they were exhausted and unhurried. Kirk rolled on top of Spock to press his lips to every part of him, leaving suction bruises and even teeth marks along his neck and shoulder. That eager human mouth teased at his nipples—who would have known Spock's nipples were sensitive? T'Pring had not—and moved down to lap at the wet, spent sheath.
It did not take long to rouse Spock back to full hardness. He arched on the bed as Kirk licked his lok, removing from it all trace of T'Pring's fluids. By the time Kirk moved back up to kiss Spock's mouth again, his own penis was hard as well.
As was T'Pring's ko-lok. She had not thought she could take more, but watching them, she found the need to slip her hand between her legs and gently rock against it.
The two men in the bed were vocal now in their enjoyment. "I've always wanted you—always," Kirk muttered between kisses. "Wanted to take you apart and see how you ticked. And the more I found out, the more I liked you. Did you bend over that scanner just to make me want you?"
"I assure you, Jim, I had no such intention," said Spock. His hands dragged up and down Kirk's sides.
Kirk squirmed against him, grinding his pelvis down. "Fuck. It shouldn't be so hot when you talk like that."
"You said the same about my wife."
"She's a lovely woman," said Kirk, glancing to the side just briefly, just enough for her to know he was still aware of her presence. "But the main appeal, you have to know, was you. To put my cock where yours had been. If that was the closest I got—"
"She is a most generous woman."
"My hero," Kirk agreed. "Now—yes, Spock, there—I want to show her what it's like. What to hold out for. Can I fuck you, please?"
"While she watches?" Spock asked, finally glancing at T'Pring, at the hand working in her lap.
"As a thank-you present for her," said Kirk. "Is that the kind of thank-you present you want, Miss T'Pring? Or should I send a fruit basket?"
"Seeing you penetrate my bondmate would be most gratifying," said T'Pring. "Please proceed."
She slowed her movements while they got ready, wanting to keep pace with them. Kirk was not gentle with Spock as he had been with her. He thrust one finger in all at once, and a second not long after. It seemed that was what Spock wanted, by the way he grunted and arched, pushing back against Kirk's hand.
Finally Kirk pushed Spock's legs back and shoved himself almost brutally inside. Spock cried out, but not in pain. "I'm going to fuck you hard," Kirk warned. "I'm going to make you feel it."
"Jim," Spock gasped.
"Tell me you want it," said Kirk.
"I want it," said Spock. "I want it as hard as you can."
Kirk groaned and bent down to kiss him. "God, what you do to me." He pulled back and thrust back inside, hard. And again.
Spock writhed and arched, a picture of wanton enjoyment. His bangs were plastered against his forehead, his mouth open and panting. She had never seen him like that, ever. For a moment she felt a pang of regret, that she had never been the one to give him this. But no. The important thing was that he had it, and she would have it too, someday.
She rocked against her hand, watching Spock's head thrash from side to side on the pillow, watching Kirk's pendulous human testicles bob with each thrust, watching all the places their skin touched and contrasted. Sallow against rosy; hairy against smooth; dry against dewy with salty sweat.
She came long before they were finished, biting down silently on a cry so as not to distract them. With one fond sigh, she rose to her feet. Spock deserved this. He had tried so hard. Now he would not have to try any longer.
His pleasure still exploded in her mind over the bond, and she blocked it. They would have that bond removed quite soon, if indeed it did not quickly dissolve as soon as they stopped trying to force it to stay.
"I love you—" Kirk was gasping. "Oh, Spock. How could you not have known? I love you, I love you."
"Mirann," said Spock. An oath she had never in her life heard him say. "Jim—my t'hy'la—"
She allowed herself one tiny smile and withdrew into the bathroom. A long shower, and then she supposed she would have to sleep in Kirk's quarters. Those two would be quite busy all night.