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Rating:
NC-17. Explicit consensual sexual content.
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Summary: In this time line Voyager does not return before the end of this 7th season. This is the continuing story of Vorik and his human wife, Raven Zans. 17 years into Voyager's exodus through the delta quadrant, the couple is spending a quiet night together renewing their Vulcan bonding vows.
Thanks to Gayle Potts for listening to the original story. My friend, you are so patient with this Romulan's substandard translator!
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Vulcan terms: Adun (husband) Aduna (wife) kahs-wan (coming of age test) pyllora (advisor)
The
Anniversary
Vorik glanced over his shoulder as the doors swished open. No longer alone, his brow quirked in delight as his bondmate entered the private engineering alcove.
Her sultry voice teased at his emotional controls as she asked, "And what are you working so diligently on, my mate?" Raven Zans hips swayed with each sauntering step.
As she encroached, Vorik fixed his stare upon her, but calmly replied, "I am completing my report."
Raven closed the gap, "Well hurry up."
Her hands slowly, sensually slide up his back. Vorik closed his eyes as her palms cupped his rear. Both were savoring this intimate but dangerous touch. His breath hitched as she slid to the front of his thighs, skirting around his groin. The toying continued as her hands met on top of his belly, enjoying his taut stomach muscles through the jumpsuit.
Just as she dared to drift lower, Vorik blurted out, "Technically, I am still on duty, Raven,"
This quiet interjection only postponed Raven's sexual seduction. "OK. How much longer?"
"5 minutes." He flatly stated.
"I see, " she cooed. "Always a stickler for details. Well then, I will wait."
She gave his rump a quick pinch, then abandoned her exploration. Already her roaming hands were missed. Biding her time, Raven busied herself with the molecular hydro-spanner. The Vulcan double-checked his report. For a minute all seemed like business as usual in his engineering alcove. At times her dark eyes would drift over to his face. Vorik felt her compelling stare and he returned her look. Only after a conscious effort would he return his attention back to his report.
"Computer, time," Raven gently demanded.
"It is 13 hundred hours 58 minutes." The monotone voice instantly replied.
"Tick tick tick," Raven slyly challenged.
In response, Vorik sped up his computation. Things between the couple were either a game or a challenge. Life had become rather exciting ever since they had chosen each other as mate. Raven drew closer. As she leaned against the console, her hand once again drew down his front. His chest heaved in response to her fingers tickling along his belly.
"Raven," the ragged tone belied his outward composure. "I am still on duty."
Though she relented his body remained tensed, anticipating another onslaught. But neither did she afford him any distance. It was now her thigh that gently grazed his. But the Vulcan persevered in his duties.
Again Raven lay on the pressure, demanding from the computer. "Computer, time?"
"13 hundred hours 59 minutes."
"Done!" Vorik proclaimed while quickly uploading the details from the hand held PADD into the console. "Lieutenant Torres is expecting this for the morning duty shift. It is imperative that they are completed before.."
"Before we take our 'vacation'." And she winked at him. That was always endearing to his heart. Her hands immediately resumed their exploration of his body.
Putting down the PADD, this time Vorik made the request, "Computer time?"
"It is 14 hundred hours."
"I am now off duty. You may proceed." Vorik's tone and look altered in that moment. Very slowly his fingers appeared and he awaited her touch upon them. Both watched their fingers meet. It was a slight touch but gave a lighting effect and the Vulcan man drew in a breath. Both tasted this barest hint of deeper intimacy and Vorik was reminded of the life and love that this human woman gave him. A warmth crept over his face, his heart racing as Raven's paired fingers stroked his: drawing up his fingers, brushing over his fingernails, lingering upon the neural transmitters embedded in his fingertips, teasing at his senses. Tingles of cold fire trickled at the fingertips and held there, glowing in a bright delight.
This was a Vulcan kiss, a kiss of magnificent impact, nudging at the stone walls of emotional mastery, sweeping across potential plains of pleasure and licking at a Vulcan's deepest molten core, the mind. Chills shot up Raven's spine as she felt an inkling of the mind numbing delight she gave to her Vorik. His dark lashes slightly fluttered as he gave in to the trembling. Very subtly her fingers drew from his, knowing full well that this was not the place to start something.
But Raven Zans had a defiant streak and she slid in between the console and her now closed-eyed husband. The back of her fingertips caressed his beloved face.
"The preparations have all been arranged." He heard her say.
Her whispering breath and gentle caresses upon his chin became his world. Slowly he opened his eyes and her face filled his view. He dared not touch her, but his gaze was riveted to her lips as she whispered. "There is nothing we need to think about, except this." Taking him by his raspy chin, she drew him closer and very softly brushed her lips over his. Though he had shaved this morning, he seemed to have at least a full day's stubble. For some reason, perhaps it as the increase in hormones, but his facial hair growth seemed to increase during this time. Raven drew away from her heart's desire, looking to his shadowed face, gauging his reaction.
With a stare that should have frightened her, Vorik's fiery eyes focused upon her. She had seen them change upon the submission of his reports. Now there were no other considerations on his mind. His thoughts were on her and their impending sharing. Those dark eyes, loving and serene had filled her dreams and her waking hours over these fulfilling seven years. Fingers trailed over his full soft lips and he kissed them with each passing caress.
Suddenly the doors slide open and the couple drew apart. It was their friend, Susan Nicoletti.
"Oh sorry," the petite woman stammered. "I just wanted to get..Never mind I can get it later."
Before either of them could say a word she retreated, the doors closing in her embarrassed wake. Their eyes twinkled with mischief. Raven smiled at her lover and he returned her human smile with a Vulcan one. Though it was a quirked brow and a twinge from the corner of his mouth, it was a smile nevertheless. Those facial expressions were few and far between and Raven cherished them.
Vorik drew closer. His face was now only an inch away. Very gently his nose nuzzled hers. With impeccable lightness their lips touched. Raven griped the edge of the console as his soft kisses moved over her lips. His stubble chin grazing her smooth skin. These slow kisses excited her heart rate. Tiny peeks increased in pressure and pleasure until both of their mouths were open and wet and limber. Then the intensity subsided and the kisses returned to gentle pecks. Vorik's lips moved to the corner of her mouth, tasting her cheek.
Vorik felt the heat rise upon her swarthy skin as his lips pressed to her cheek, her jaw, then with a feathery brushing he kissed her neck. Raven shivered beneath each of his spine chilling kisses. He could always make her light-headed with pleasure.
"We should go, Vorik," was Raven's whispered entreaty.
"Mmm," her Vulcan managed to utter and with one last taste of her skin he withdrew.
She closed her eyes, savoring the wetness of his lingering kiss. They took a moment to breathe, shake off the time suspending moment and straighten their uniforms.
"You are flushed, my wife," Vorik commented.
"As are you, Adun." Raven touched the splotches of green upon his cheeks. "We need a few moments to cool off before walk through the ship. I'll help you pick up." The couple stowed away the tools and the PADDs in the alcove cubicles.
As the couple strolled through the halls their hands would brush each other's. It was exhilarating to be able to touch in full view of others and pretend that it was nothing of substances. They greeted other crewmembers as they passed by. Some even wished them a happy anniversary and success for another seven years. Vorik was most pleased by these gestures of congratulations. He had not realized that he would appreciate the sentiments.
The most ironic one came from Tom Paris. "Boy! That was a fast seven years!" He flippantly offered while hurrying down the corridor to his duty shift.
After the turbo lift door closed on the pair, Raven took Vorik's hand in hers. He raised them to his mouth and gently kissed the back.
"We will be alone for the evening?" he inquired
"Tuvok has agreed that Le'Veya will remain with him for the final kahs-wan lesson." Raven thought that it was most convenient how this practice of a final intensive lesson for the children was a usual custom. Now that she was of age, their daughter's kahs-wan ceremony would take place upon their emergence from seclusion. Such a discreet way for the parents to ensure privacy for their time. Tuvok had been trusted pyllora to the small family during this exodus through the delta quadrant. Vorik thanked her for taking the time to make all of these arrangements.
"I was glad that you told me this morning. It gave me a chance to make these arrangements."
Vorik murmured in between kisses, "It has been fulfilling 7 years."
"I have been very happy too." Raven replied while watching those tender lips kiss her hand. The lift halted and she slipped her hand from his. Their quarters were only three doors away but they rushed.
For a week, dark and confusing thought from him would slip into her mind. But just as quickly he would slam down their link cutting her out of those thoughts. When Vorik had awakened this morning and informed Raven that his time was impending, the human was very pleased that this was the reason for his behavior. Like their initial koon-ut-kallifee, Vorik and Raven decided to make the most of it. She assured him that she would inform their COs of their brief sojourn from duty.
As they passed through the door to their quarters, the light did not automatically flick on.
"Computer, lights," Vorik commanded
"Computer, belay that order. Let's enjoy the star light," Raven suggested.
"You have this all planned out. May I at least change for our evening together?"
"There is something on the bed for you." Her paired fingers drew across his cheek. "Go put it on."
Vorik's lip twitched in a subtle smile and retreated to their bedroom.
After a few minutes, he emerged, freshly shaven and donning a familiar robe. It was the one that she had tailored for their wedding but with a few embellishments. Her name and their daughter's name were intertwined in his glyphs. Raven had needed to let the robe out a touch, since he had put on a few pounds. She thought that he wore the extra inches well.
Just a few candles dotted the dark room, and incense delicately plumed from his treasured Vulcan figurine. This sand colored object d'art Raven had molded after reading a few Vulcan love sonnets. Her theme was eternity and this artistic interpretation of the uniting elements of life had intrigued Vorik. Though the expressions upon the statuette's faces were devoid of emotion, their gazes were eternally locked upon the other. The morning after a particularly vehement disagreement she had presented him with the dually merged figure as a reminder: though they might not always agree, they would always remain together. That had been the only night he had not slept in bed with her and Vorik never took a disagreement 'to heart' again.
Vorik drew in a deep breath, inhaling the scent and the scene before him. His eager human silently drew him to their sofa beneath the stars. All day Vorik had felt the flames lick at his body and mind, threatening to flourish. But he had been able to stoically keep them at bay.
Through their telepathic mating bond, Raven had felt the speed by which his emotions were becoming difficult for him to harness and that was why she had decided to escort him home. She did not want her disorientated Vulcan to start running amok through the ship searching for her. She was utterly delighted he was still in his right state of mind but he was becoming more centered on thoughts of sex.
The musings had grown in frequency and intensity. All day, images of coupling intruded in on her mind. Sex in the bed, sex against the wall, sex on a ladder, sex in the horse saddle, sex with oil, sex in the tub. It was as if every experience they had shared these past seven years were now converging into one extended blur of instinctual rutting. Her normally serene Vulcan tormented her mind all day with these visions in his attempt to arouse and engage her in the mental imagery.
It was mental masturbation and it felt very good to have these thoughts fleet through her mind. It always felt good to have him live in her head. It was the sight of him before her now, searching deep into her eyes, focusing upon her face that brought it all to fruition, it was the Pon Farr, the mating time once again. As his hands cupped her face, she could feel him let down his barriers, the need to bond growing stronger.
But in the tradition of his people, he first sought her permission. His eyes pleaded with her to accept him.
Her swarthy face warmed in his tender embrace. She uttered the word that would begin their bonding: "As it was in the beginning, as it will be for all of our tomorrows, Vorik, son of Doshik. I chose thee."
Vorik closed his eyes in visible relief. He knew that she would chose him but there was always that instinctual fear of rejection
"Raven, mother of my child, mistress of my heart, it is the appointed time, the appointed place. In this time of mating, during the course of the blood fever, we renew our bond. You have my heart and my life."
"I would bond with thee," was all the human wife could reply. Her lower lip quivered as she renewed and affirmed her vow. The Vulcan husband relinquished his controls and seeped into Raven's being. Her shudders began, as she felt this joining of their minds. But there was one more task they needed to complete in order to seal this renewed bond.
With his hands still on her face his eyes bore into hers. Raven caressed his chest through the cool thick silk. His body was firm and warm and she enjoyed the feel of his form. Releasing his hold on her face, Vorik was confident that their joining would be imminent. He crushed Raven to his chest, clasping her in his greedy embrace; finally unleashing his long held desire. Urgent kisses covered her hair, and then he hastily unclasped her hairpin, letting her silky sable strands spill over her shoulder. Loosing his fingers in her hair he drew her face to his. Ardently and passionately he devoured her mouth. As one they flopped down on the sofa behind them.
Her legs went over his and she fumbled with her own jacket. In a flurry of delightful kisses, Vorik's mouth moved over her face, her throat, to rest upon her pulse point. The Vulcan needed a moment to breathe, as did his human.
"Vorik-kam, Vorik-kam", was her breathy entreaty. "Too fast."
Vorik, hearing that secret name whispered from her lips, nodded his agreement and stemmed his tide of affections.
But her spicy lilac scent was maddening and driving him to only desire her more. He wanted her now. All day, instinctual base thoughts had been pounding at his head, hammering at his heart, eroding his serenity. The instinct grew stronger and more forceful. And when she had arrived in the alcove, he had wanted to toss aside the remnants of his controls, rip her clothes from her body, brace her against the console and plunge his shaft into her depths, but he had stoically held on.
The fever was spreading and muddling his mind. No where close to the insanity of the raging blaze that is the plak tow, instead this was an urgent smoldering that was being stoked with each moment in her presence. Vulcan escaped from his lips as he garbled the immortal vows and the sacred joining words to his beloved. These were deeply embedded ancient phrases, seared into the Vulcan psyche after eons of bequeathed memories. More than phrases shared from parent to child, through the family bond or in the time of the teachings, these thoughts were born into each and every Vulcan's brains and were as essential as the knowledge of breath. These were words to be shared at this time and to never be spoken of outside this time. Words that described secret desires of sexual demand and incitement, long held wishes and the greatest of hopes for sexual positions and spiritual experiences in this time of shared delight.
Raven's favorite was a term that conveyed her favorite type of orgasm. And her Vulcan knew just how to deliver that sensual experience.
"Rippling water?" he muttered to her. In joyful response her mouth covered his.
Over and over they chanted in between ardently wet and warm kisses, "Rippling water, rippling water, rippling water.."
A still dressed Raven wormed her way into his loosely tied robe. She desired more prompting from her Vulcan. Against her leg she could feel his readiness. Vorik quickly hopped on top of her on the sofa. His hands were everywhere on her body. Grasping her flesh, slipping up under her gray turtleneck, tugging at her pants to get at the treasure inside.
"I need.." Ravens whimpered in between lavish kisses upon her mouth
These kisses were taking her breath away and in their excitement, they fell off the sofa, thudding to the floor. The kissing never ceased and Raven was treated to a sound she had not heard in seven years: a deep throaty chuckle from her life-mate. Trapped between the sofa and the coffee table, they cheerfully continued the undressing and the undoing of clothing and Vulcan restraints.
She admired his skill and dexterity as he stripped her in this narrow passage. Lying bare beneath him on this cool carpeted floor, an excited and chilled Raven shivered. But Vorik remained garbed in his marital robe, the green ties were now slack and the silk hung open. With wild hair and wilder, flaming eyes the Vulcan drew closer to his vulnerable naked prey.
His mouth devoured hers in another fierce kiss. Raven felt his thick member pressed to her belly. He enjoyed the pressure of her full breasts and piqued nipples against his chest. As usual, her husband grew too excited in their simple exchanges for he was already wet from leaking.
"I need.." Again Raven pleaded with her mate.
"What do you require?" Vorik's own voice trembled.
"I need this.." Raven shivered as she took his face in her hands and urged him down in between her legs.
Vorik eagerly agreed to her demands, trailing his lips over her body. Savoring each inch of her skin, nuzzling her curves, he leisurely made his way down. Suckling her belly was only the first part of his technique. Raven's fingers tangled in his hair when his chin rasped her thigh. Cupping her behind in his hands, he lifted her off the floor and closer to his face, as if he were preparing for a feast. He kissed the dark tuft and with his tongue parted her lips, discerning her readiness. Raven held herself steady, eagerly anticipating his tongue. He was gratified to find that she was more than ready. But he augmented her fluids with his saliva and licked her inner lips. Vorik glanced up and was treated to her smiling face. Her hips began riding his face as he tongued her sensitive nub. Flickers of delight sparkled up her spine with each tongue flick. It was exactly what she wanted, what she needed from her tormentor after this long tempestuous day.
Vorik heard his beloved whimper, "Come here."
He eagerly returned to her mouth but not before she watched him lick his lips, savoring her essence upon his mouth. It was in these moments that he was most enchanting.
"Parted from me and never parted, never and always, touching and touched," a barely coherent Vorik intoned while straddling her body.
Raven caught a glimpse of his green shaft throbbing in a pulsating dance. She longed to lick the dripping crème, but did not want to over stimulate him. Nipping at her lips, Vorik settled on top of her. His hard roll pressed against her sex, their hair meshing as he prepared to penetrate her. Raven eagerly wrapped her legs around his hips. A wild hunger rent through her being, devouring her will and her sense of autonomy. Very gradually she had merged with Vorik's will, his pleasure, his ancient drive. And he consumed hers adding it to the bonfire between them.
Vorik pressed his fingers to her temple. He closed his eyes and felt her wet warm flesh rub against his own hot hardness. Vorik gently pressed the tip into her lush sex. There was a bit of resistance but he firmly pressed in until he was engulfed. Raven let out a moan as he entered her.
"Go gently, my love. I know you are excited."
"I just want to hold you down," was his breathless whisper. In this calm moment they eased up on the tension to allow the bonding to commence.
Vorik dissolved all of his barricades, unleashing his blood fever upon his female beneath him. Raven knew what to do and let herself be consumed in this flash fire.
Vorik's thrusting hips assumed a slow pace as his mind wormed its way deeper into Raven's. Soft moans wafted from both mates. He was reestablishing their bond, strengthening it magnifying it with his sacred cauterizing fires. Vorik nuzzled and kissed his mate's neck, inhaling her delicate fragrance, as he took her body. She arched her neck, encouraging him to continue their nuptials. Flickers of flame from the ceremonial candles caught her eye and she smiled as she whispered her renewed commitment to her husband.
"I love you ...for all time," she whispered her heart's vow then nibbled his ear tip.
Vorik mustered an acknowledging moan. His thrusting never relented, but his voice was the softest Raven had ever heard, "Thee will be cherished for the rest of our days." And the Vulcan's tongue lapped her throat.
Raven's hand passed over his taut nipples and she caught her mate's rhythm. Their bodies assumed a natural tempo, and they became an undulating slick passion-driven wave. The whisping cool silk of Vorik's robes flowed in the pair's sway. Raven clutched at the lapels and held on, her body rocking beneath the pumping man and she reveled in the rutting. Riveted to the sight of her breasts in the passionate sway, he leaned down and licked her piques.
"I want to come inside of you." He desperately whispered.
"Then come inside of me, Vorik-kam." Raven held her mate closer as the instinct consumed. Touching upon the deepest part of pleasure within her, it was magic the way it happened. As if phantoms fingers had been stroking her nub all along. But instead it was the tendrils of the bond between them that ignited her magnificent climax. Hers as much as his they enjoyed and Raven could not hold out any longer. They activated each other and released the torrent.
Rippling water was their most cherished shared climax. Shivering sparkles of overwhelming pleasure tumbled through their hot bodies, at times swirling in eddies. Their body, for they had become one in this sharing, one mind experiencing a delightful maelstrom. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts as they arrived at the water's edge. Their mind showered with ecstasy as their body rushed over the rapids. Residual tremors ruled them for these few moments as they shared that release. A hesitant pause.. Awaiting the next crest. It does not arrive and the pair let go, drifting back to the reality of life.
Starting with her toes, every muscle in Raven's body relinquished its long held tensions. Vorik's welcome weight settled on top of her, his delightful breath warm against her ear. Bathing her face and mouth in kisses, they basked in the after glow of their renewals. All night the passions rose and fell, consummating their bond and strengthening the link. It was so easy now, the ability to live within the other, but the gift was never take for granted. This bond between them had been a hard won treasure. It was deep into the night before the spent, weary couple crawled into bed.
Vorik quirked his brow and stared at this lovely being lying across his chest. Raven asked him what he was thinking. Slipping her legs in between his, the Vulcan cryptically offered, " I was just thinking about this week, and how you will have your work cut out for you." Raven nipped his chin. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he chuckled again. With smiles upon their lips, the couple settled in to sleep, having enjoyed the first night of their anniversary.
The
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