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The ornate silver barrette twinkled by the light of the stars. In the fingertips of the brooding Vulcan, the hair pin seemed so small, so delicate as was she. But there was more to her than her lovely physical attributes, much more. Vorik had discovered this during their intimacies in between love making. Raven Zans, his chosen was able to discover and share with him the joy of life. A joy he had never known existed before.
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Vorik lay in bed asleep, the sheets still tangled about his warm body. Awakened by the swoosh of the outer doors of his quarters, his eyes opened, the sleep still heavy on his lids. His groping hand reached out for her, but she was not there.

"Raven?" He called out to her in a groggy voice.

"Hi, sleepy head, " She replied from the living room.

As she ambled into the bedroom, Vorik leaned up on his elbows, his hair still tussled from his sleep. He looked her form up and down. Her cheeks were flushed and her large brown eyes were bright. An aura of contentment rested lightly upon her voluptuous frame. Both of her hands were behind her back and she wore a bemused grin.

"You are dressed? " Vorik furrowed his eyebrows, slightly concerned. "Are
you leaving?"

"Actually, I just got back." She sauntered up to his side of the bed, brought her hands out from behind her back and presented him a plateful of food.

"I wanted to get some fresh air," she wrinkled her nose, "and
stretch my legs. I stopped by the mess hall and found some goodies for
us."

With the sheet still carefully wrapped around his waist, Vorik
sat up to examine the plate. He was pleased that she already knew
what his favorite foods were: turkle berries, livist cheese and . .
 

"What type of cookies are these?" He asked curiously as he picked one
up to examine it.

She smiled devilishly and rocked on the balls of her feet.
"Why, they are crumbly cookies, Vorik. Very crumbly cookies. The kind
of cookies your mother expressly forbade you to eat while in bed."

As the mischievous human bit into one of the cookies, a spray of crumbs covered the sheets in between her Vulcan's legs.

His eyebrows arched all the way up into his hair line. "I see the logic
in such a request!" He immediately brushed the crumbs off himself.

"Ohh, " she mumbled with a mouthful, "now I need some milk." She handed him the plate and walked off to the replicator.

Vorik placed the plate on the night stand, then snatched a handful of
berries and a piece of cheese. As he lay back in bed, he nibbled on his
selections.  She returned with a glass of milk for him as well.

"I brought you your own this time, because you always drink mine!" She teasingly
accused him. She came up to his side of the bed, placed the
milks on the night stand, next to the plate and grabbed another cookie.

 Picking up on the game, he pretended to be shocked at her outrageous lie.
"I beg to differ with you. In fact you are the one who drinks my. . "
He trailed off as more crumbs from her cookies fell and hit him on his
bare chest.  They got stuck in his chest hair and began to slightly
irritate him to itch.
 
"Raven, please do not eat over me. You are getting crumbs all
over me and the bed."  Vorik complained, then shifted slightly in the bed to brush the
crumbs from the sheets.

"I know." The good natured human giggled. Then to his amazement she actually tapped the cookie in her fingers and deliberately covered him with more crumbs. The crumbs in his chest hairs and now underneath him were a bit bothersome. But he
was more dismayed by the fact that she was dressed.

"I'm just playing with you," she then bent down to brush the crumbs
from his chest and the bed sheets.

As she bent close to him, her hair brushed his body, tickling and exciting him. His gaze was locked onto her face.  Vorik could not decide which was her best feature: her full dark lips which glistened every time she licked them, or her large eyes framed by her long lashes or her chin so small and delicate. He rather enjoyed taking her chin in his fingers as he lifted her face to meet his in kiss after loving kiss.

She stood up and triumphantly pronounced, "There now, no more
crumbs."

He turned his attention from her face to the buttons on her shirt. He
lifted cautious fingers up to the lowest button and fingered them
gently. With a most beseeching look, he peered up into her face to see
if she was watching.  She was. He returned his gaze to the buttons and
this time gave a gentle tug. After a moment, he looked up again at her
face, asking a silent question.

"Do you wish me to undress?" she asked feigning innocence.

He nodded shyly, grabbed a last piece of cheese and lay back to
view her with full attention. Beginning at the bottom, her small fingers slowly, seductively undid each button, five in all. Her purple silk slipped off her
shoulders and he caught his breath at the site of her. Though he has seen her
nude everyday for five days, the site of her still enthralled him.

"This too?" She asked with a smirk as her thumbs ran beneath her brassiere
straps.

"Mmmm," he sighed softly and waited with bated breath for his reward. He winced as he felt everything inside himself tighten in excitement.  Her full breasts and
peaked brown nipples were a wonderful site to him.

He was still so overwhelmed at the fact that she had chosen him. He
still felt that he had no right to ask things of her. Like asking her to
undress. But he definitely knew that he belonged to her. She commanded
him. She was the mistress of his heart.

As each soft word struck at his heart, his human added in a low whisper, "If you wish me to be fully naked, then you'll have to take the rest off yourself."

She kneeled beside him on the side of the bed, placed her hands on the pillow
beneath his head and began to lower herself towards him. His face
brightened at her nearness. Then she flopped over onto her side of the
bed and snuggled him instead.

She relished in taunting him. He admitted that he enjoyed it too. From
the crumbly cookies to the teasing about the milk to her undressing. She
was a delightful tease. Just playing.

"Would you touch me 'there'?" She whispered into his mouth. He could
smell the sweet cookie still on her breath. Vorik knew just where
'there' was. He slid his arm beneath her body to find his favorite
spot. He slid his hand into the waistband of her loose fitting pants.
He found the small of her back, right over her tail bone, just above the
cleft of her bottom. He ran his fingers gently over her velvety skin, the
softest part on her body. He would allow his finger to trail down the
cleft too.  His fingertip caresses brought a heated dampness to her
slightly fuzzed flesh.

"Should we practice our bonding now?" He inquired in a low soft quiet
voice.

Her face was very close to his. She kissed him softly to agree.
They placed their fingertips to each others temples. She now
automatically knew where to place her fingers, how much pressure to
apply and how to immediately make her mind receptive to his. They induced
this glorious state four to five times a day.

Raven sensed his uncertainty about his privileges <<Your shyness is
very endearing to me. You do have the right to ask anything of me. I am
yours.  Remember, I granted that to you at our first touch in the air
lock, master of my heart.>>

Waves of relief flowed between them.
<<I wish for this bond more than anything. Not the fact of sharing a
bond, or of having a mate, but experiencing you.>>

At this sharing, mutual shivers of passion wracked their entangled
essences.  A continual joyous enveloping at the discovery of each
other.

She was quite pleased with those sentiments he could let loose in his
mind, but could never voice aloud. He couldn't shake his concern
that the bond would never take hold. She comforted him and told him that
to worry was not only illogical but detrimental to their attempts.

While deep inside each others minds, his fingers still continued to
stroke the small of her back. His fingers trailed over the rise and fall
of her bottom, enjoying the curves and fullness.

Feeling more confident by her reassurance, he ventured to ask her:
<<I'd like to kiss you there, lick you there>>

She removed her hand from his temple thereby breaking the meld. He
emerged from the meld with her lips passionately pressed to his. She
broke their embrace and eagerly rolled onto her belly offering her
backside to him. He sat up to roam his hands fully over her and then
bent lower to kiss her back. Her skin was still tinged with the sweet
taste of their previous lovemaking.

He had not done this before.  He nervously and slowly pulled her
waistband down around to her hips. Slowly he revealed her body to his eager eyes. His hands trailed down her toned thighs over the backs of her knees over her firm calves. With a final soft tug around her feet, the pants were removed and flung behind him. Her face was gleeful as she glanced over her shoulder at him.  He returned her look with intensity. They were both very excited by this simple act of his undressing her lower half.
 
He planted kisses on her skin, roamed his hands over her curves and
kneaded the round firm fullness of her backside.  With each of her wriggles and moans, his oral caresses grew bolder and more ardent.  His hunger grew as he flicked and rolled his tongue over her flesh. He dared to dive deeper into her depths and further in between her legs.

She opened her legs, inviting and encouraging him to explore her further. He accepted her invitation and spent a good deal of an hour with his lips, tongue and fingers exploring the pleasures between her legs.
With his lips, he would tug on her inner folds.  First one then the other, then both. His puckered lips also sucked her engorged hooded nub. He licked his own lips savoring her taste and enjoying the firm
flesh of her sex.  He would open wide and pull her entire hot reddened sex deep into his mouth, then release her.  Besides the slurping of flesh, the only sounds in the room were her moans and groans of pleasure and the occasional gasp of unexpected excitement.

 When he looked upon the lovely results of his ardent ministrations, he
was quite pleased with what he saw. Her flushed throbbing wetness was
there for his eye to view and his fingers to examine. She was wriggling
in ecstasy and highly sensitive to his slightest touch.

<<I did this to her>> he thought quite pleased with himself.
He discovered that he was becoming more skillful in their lovemaking as
time and more practice went on.
Then his male member got an idea. He gave her bottom a loving caress and
shyly asked, "May I?"

She moaned her assent and he proceeded to direct her to lie on her back.

"No, Like this," she breathlessly offered, pushing herself up on all fours.

His eyebrows raised in this pleasing surprise. This position never
occurred to him and he was curious. How could this be any different from
their usual position?

"But this position will not allow us to meld during our ." The aroused man
logically countered.

"Don't worry about that."  In a breathy voice, she pleaded for her
relief. "Let's try it  . . . I promise, you'll like it," and she wriggled her
body to entice him.

 He hesitated. Just taking in the possibility of something new yet
again. Will there always be something new to discover with Raven?  He
hoped so.

"Vorik, I want you." She moaned and ground her hips into him. As he
felt her flushed wetness against his firm male member, he was brought
back to his purpose.

He raised an eyebrow and resolved to endeavor to please.

"I come to serve." Vorik answered her. His own voice beginning to waver in their growing passion

 He took her firm bottom into his hands. His male member instinctively
felt its way home. The warm firm tip prodded at the entrance of
her lushness. Very slowly and gently he pushed his way into her. She
moaned at the relief his instroke gave her.  His eyes widened in
delight at the sudden engulfing sensation she always gave him.
But this was very different! He stopped for a moment to adjust to life
once again inside her.

He took her long, silky lovely dark hair into his hands and gently
fanned it out over her back. <<A most lovely sight..>>

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The sharp stabbing pain brought Vorik back to his present predicament. He curiously looked down at the trickle of blood from his thumb. Green still stained the point of his beloved's hair pin. As always their times had been intense and the memory of her still plagued his mind and his mastery.  A wave of anguish threatened to overwhelm him as he came to realize that those times were gone forever never to be his again. She was no longer his. That fact dismayed him. With reverence, her hair pin was replaced on his family momentos table. A last drop of blood lingered on the point then dripped to pool on the glass table top.
 

From your friendly neighborhood Romulan,
Salatrel
Jolan Tru