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**Pon Farr: Mating Time**

Earlier in the day, Raven was in her quarters preparing for her shift.  While searching for her inventory list, she happened upon a Padd with Vorik's name.  Before their bonding, she had been trying to find out how to form the letters of his name for a gift.

 <> She let out a sigh.  <> Her fingers traced the letters of his name on the display.
 
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She tossed the Padd back down on the table, reluctantly tearing her eyes from his name.

Her hands ran over her face in budding frustration She was growing weary of having these constant feelings of dread.  Her stomach was constantly in knots and she felt as if she would break out in the shakes any minute.  <>

Her hands trailed to her mouth, her fingertips tapped at her lips.  His name caught her eye again.  As she picked up the Padd, the elegantly formed letters of his Vulcan name reminded her of when she gave him his gift, the bonding gift.

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Wordlessly, they all left them alone.

Vorik had carefully prepared everything in his quarters: A comfortably warm temperature, dim lights, and a firepot in the corner.  He even had a gift for her.  He walked over to the table to show her.  It was her own robe.

Bashfully he offered an explanation, " I selected it for you when we visited the Grinor Hasters' Space Station two weeks ago."

She was very touched and thought,<>

"Thank you.  May I?" She reached for it.

Instead he opened it up and held it out for her to slip into.  In the flickering candlelight, the azure material shimmered.  It was so light, she barely felt it on her shoulders.

"This is for you." She picked up the package she had brought along with her this morning.  "I made it for you."

She handed him a white fabric wrap, secured with a green cord.  He unraveled the cord and unfolded the fabric.  Within was a hand-sized wooden rod.  The highly polished, honey-colored piece of stock was deftly carved with the elegant recognizable Vulcan letters of his name.  He turned it in his hand to admire how the letters were intertwined with a bold swirling pattern.

"It's called a t'dakoo, a name totem.  Back on Queblanis, we would exchange them to indicate our intentions."

At the mention of her home, he looked at her.  During their betrothal separation, she had written to him detailing the events of her home's destruction.  He had expressed his regret.

She acknowledged his silent looks of concern and continued."Usually, while the elders gathered around the fire to tell stories, I'd carve pictures or name symbols into any natural wood I could find.  I just wanted you to know that I have been thinking of you too." She took it from his hands and replaced it in the fabric wrap.

"I hope you will not mind, but it is too warm in here for this."
 
She began to pull her new robe of her shoulders.  He reached over to assist her and lovingly folded it and placed it on the table next to his gift.

Little beads of perspiration clung to her upper lips.  She wiped them away with her finger, not certain if the room temperature was too warm or it was the fire within her.

His gaze returned to her and their eyes locked.  He extended his paired fingers and she brushed hers to his.  They took turns slowly caressing each other.  They wanted to take this slowly, but this mutual flame was rekindling their passion propelling them along.

Inside, she reddened with the warmth of glowing embers.  As his fingers stroked hers, flickers sparked and set off a tiny flame.  Everything he did, how he looked, just fueled her desire.  Inwardly her body began to tremble with a growing passion.  The flames licked inside her, sparking off more fires.  She could not believe how incredibly aroused she was.  She never felt such hunger before.

 The slow rhythmic stroking of his fingers was more than she could take and she rushed at him.  Her face reached up hungrily, covering his mouth with kisses, as she clawed at his robe, moaning her desire.

He immediately responded to her fury, returning her kisses with equal ferocity.  He pulled her close to his body and greedily roamed his hands all over her.  Feeling her curves and muscles, grasping her body parts in hungry handfuls.

In between kisses he murmured, " You are suppose to be quenching the fire, not fueling it."
 
She smiled in their kiss and whispered into his mouth, "Then you should not have sent me those flickering flames!"

He slowed down, at this statement.  Before he could question this confusing term, she quickly added, " What are you doing to me.  I need you so badly!" This sent both of them into a renewed frenzy of groping, kissing, nuzzling, trying to satisfy their growing hunger.  Every taste of her added to his desire for more.  She responded in kind.

Suddenly, the slight sound of a rip from the shoulder of her flimsy purple shift brought their passion to a halt.  Vorik was shocked.  This served as a vivid reminder of his present animal passions.  A state very contrary to his usual calm, unflappable manner.

Remorseful he pleaded, " Forgive me!" and in vain he attempted to readjust the material back on her shoulder.

All of these new feelings and sensations, he did not understand.  He was equally uncertain if she would accept this sudden shift in his behavior.

Raven smiled at his embarrassment and his innocent sweetness.  "It's all right," she gently patted his face trying to reassure him.  "It was meant to be ripped." She looked into his face and gave him a mischievous smile.

His fingers fumbled with the rent garment, his lips murmured amends.  Again the passion momentarily abated as the newly joined lovers shared this connecting moment.

"Why don't you help me take it off?" Raven teased and bit her bottom lip.

He gave her a satisfied look and genuflected to a knee.  Starting at her calves, he ran his hands up her body, pushing the flimsy purple fabric up along his course.  She lifted her arms and he pulled the gown up and over her head.  With a flourish, he flung it behind his head and they smiled at his bravado.  Once again they locked eyes, and the passion returned.  Her hands captured his face, their lips pressed hard and ardently.

Vorik was gaining familiarity with this kissing technique and was inspired to try new things.  This time it was her turn to be surprised.  His thick, hot tongue filled her mouth completely.  Their tongues wrestled together between their open, eager mouths.  He drew her close and pressed her
small form to his, almost crushing the breath from her.  His mouth and arms left her breathless as she clutched at him gasping and grasping for more.

As one being, they shuffled to the sofa and flopped down, unwilling to be separated for even a moment from this oral embrace.  She pushed him down and crawled on top of him, pinning him to the cushions.  His fingers were thrust into her upswept hair, holding her face close, so his tongue could continue to explore her mouth.  Her need was getting urgent and she began to grind her hips into him, grabbing at his robe attempting to pull it off his beautiful, lean body.

Suddenly, Vorik sat up, gently but firmly pushing her off of him.

"Raven, I?uh?"  He seemed confused and overwhelmed.

 "What? Too fast?"  Her little fingers felt his arm through the robe.  It was so much fun, discovering him.

Trying to regain his control, he leaned his elbows on his knees, ran his fingers through his hair and blew out a large sigh.  He nodded meekly at her question.

She was slightly amused with his continued attempts to control his feelings.  But then something occurred to her.  Perhaps it was not his emotional mastery he is battling with.

With a gentle whisper, she asked, " Are you nervous about this?"

He swallowed hard and dared to look into her eyes.  He was a nervous wreck.

 Astonished, she excitedly began, " Vorik, I'm sorry.  I forgot that you're a...."

"Untouched," he quickly interjected.  He disapproved of that human term that others frequently referred to."Most of my people are until they are joined to their mate."

"Of course.  I understand," she was attempting to conceal a small triumphant grin.  "Don't worry.  Everything will be fine." Raven gently comforted him, rubbing his back.

Her motives were two-fold.  On one hand, she was truly concerned about his feelings.  On the other hand, she wanted him to quickly get back to the physical exchanges.  His sweetness was only adding to his appeal.

With a serious expression, he tried to explain.  "My need is so strong, so urgent.  But I wish to please you as well.  I am concerned that?in my urgency.  I will not know....  how to please you." His brows quirked upwards as he attempted to make himself understood without uttering the words.

Raven, obviously pleased at this confession, seductively whispered.  "Do not worry, Vorik." She kissed his cheek.  "You are pleasing me, " another kiss, " just by being here," she caressed his cheek, " Feeling this passion with you." She stroked his ear.  "You couldn't possibly disappoint me." Her breath tinged his ear and she whispered.  "I am just eager to see what you have hiding under your robe!"

"Nothing," he honestly admitted.

"Nothing?" Astonished, she ceased licking his ear tip and looked him in the face.

Pleased with the ability to shock her for once, he actually allowed himself a great big smile.

Once again his beauty moved her.  "You are such a tease!" she exclaimed in a throaty, eager voice and she fell on him again.

Tucked into the sofa, they kissed and explored each other's bodies.  Every kiss, every touch only fueled the fire.  As his hands roamed up and down her body, he kept grazing the sides of her breasts with the back of his fingers.  He was uncertain if she would allow him to feel her breasts.  During their wrestling, she would arch her back and position herself so that he could accidentally brush her fullness.  When he finally did, she gasped at his touch.  With this reinforcement, his
hands became bolder.  First, he gently caressed the sides with the back of his fingers, moving from one to the next, not wanting to neglect the other.  Then he stroked them with his palms open and finally grasping and cupping one in his hand.  She was in delirious ecstasy.  This was her favorite foreplay.

"That is so nice," she murmured to encourage and prod him along.

Reassured by her words, he grew even bolder.  His fingers trailed along her fullness to her buttons.  He gently fingered them and with a forlorn look and quietly asking, " Permit me?"

She was breathless and languishing in ecstasy at his fondling .  She licked her lips and nodded her consent with closed eyes.  His fingers slowly unbuttoned each one.  Once he was done, he let the fabric lay closed still.  He reached his hand in to touch her bare skin.  She gasped and jumped at his hot fingers on her flesh.  First his fingertips stroked her throat, then they trailed down to her breastbone, and finally he lightly brushed his fingertips in between her ample bosoms.  Goosebumps rose on her flesh and her labored breathing told him that his efforts were most appreciated.  His fingers were eager to explore, touch and be satisfied.

He gently pushed aside the black silky fabric of her blouse to reveal her chest.  She watched him and saw that he was pleased at the sight of her.  Over her brassier, he lovingly stroked her fullness with the back of his hand.  Her chest heaved in her quickening breaths.  He was so close to what she wanted him to do.  It was a happy conflict: to endure this delicious torture, or to urge him to proceed further.  The desire to have more won out.

 A gasp escaped from her mouth and she breathlessly moaned, " Vorik, will you stop torturing me!" Her dark eyes flashed an intensity that burned within.

Her squirming and her obvious helplessness spurred him on by his deft and continual ministration.  But he did not want to hurry anything.  He wanted to savor every delicious sensation she provoked in him.  His own eyes flashed with desire.  He rather enjoyed being the one in
control of the passion at this point.  He gingerly fingered the tan lacy edge of her brassier.  He had never seen one before.  He admired the beauty and how it complemented and enhanced her soft, supple, tanned bosoms.

"This is most pleasing to the eye," he complimented.

But she cared nothing for his compliment.  She was too consumed by the feelings he was creating in her.  He grew bolder and curious.  One fingertip slipped under the lace against her skin.  She flinched at his welcome intrusion.  As his fingers continued back and forth, trying to pull the brassier down, he noticed something.  A dawning dark half moon was emerging.  Unprepared for this surprise, he lingered to admire.

"What? Why did you stop" Raven emerged from her heady ecstasy.

She opened her eyes and watched as he gazed upon this dawn of his own making.  He pulled the other side down and revealed both peeking areolas.  He sighed and fingered them ever so gently.  This sent her back into her bliss.

He tugged at the brassier just enough to allow a solitary nipple to escape from its lacy confines.  His hot fingertip grazed her nipple.  It spontaneously hardened and the dark circle surrounding it shrank as well.  The contraction of the tiny muscles fascinated him.  Her entire body jumped at the jolt.  Her reaction, as well as the differing textures of soft flesh culminating in a firm nipple, fascinated him.  With a slow finger, he brushed it again, encircling it and ending with a soft pinch.  She jumped again.

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Curious with her reaction he pinched her nipple and she jumped again.  This was a most delightful game.

He realized that he had neglected his duty to her other breast.  With agonizing slowness, his fingers reached in past the lacy edge.  Her breathing quickened as his hot fingers trailed towards her hidden nipple.  One more slight tug on her brasserie and this pique was free.  With a sudden urgency, his warm hand cupped her dark, supple breast.  He admired how she completely filled his hand with just a little spilling out from the top.  He gave a gentle squeeze and he kissed her mouth hard.

"This is most pleasurable" he murmured into her mouth.

End Part Eight
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The Morning After
Part Nine of Fourteen

She nodded her head in silent agreement.  "Would you like to undress me?" she offered hopefully.

"May I?" He became very excited at this prospect.

He took her hands in his and pulled her to her feet.  Holding her eyes in his intense gaze, he gently pushed her blouse off her shoulders and it fell to the floor.  He took a long look at her, beholding her sex-flushed skin, barely clad bosoms, messed hair, and glazed eyes.  He gazed full at her and slowly circled her, never taking his eyes from her form.  Her eyes were lowered and a slight smile played at her lips.  His hot fingers trailed along her mocha skin igniting her passion even further.  He found a whole new world to explore.  He brushed at the wisps of jet-black hair, which tickled the back of her neck.  He wanted to see her with her hair down.  She always wore it piled up on her head or tightly braided.  He reached into her hair and attempted to unclip her pin.

"Let me help," she whispered.  Her small hand crept beneath his and easily unclasped it with a snap.  Her heavy hair fell down in a single black tumble.  He reached in, his fingers tangled in the streams and let it spill over her shoulders.  Having been up all day, the perfume of freshly washed hair was released.  He never smelled anything so lovely.  As he brought a gleaming handful up to his face, he deeply inhaled the spicy fragrance.  He admired the weight and the silkiness, so different from his own short coarse hair.  He had never felt anyone else's hair before.

Running his fingers through hers was most intoxicating.  He smoothed down her hair as it rolled down her back, stroking it's silkiness.  It cascaded and clung to her shoulders in one black streaming flow.  The smooth stream slipped beneath his palms as he ran his hands over the
subtle curve of her shoulder.

"Are you just going to stand there and play with my hair?" Raven's sultry request broke his reverie.

At her provocation, he pulled aside the dark drape, to reveal her neck.  His soft, hot lips brushed her most sensitive area, the bone beneath the soft skin behind her ear.  Her knees buckled slightly and she saw stars at this contact.  A strong hands held her face still, as his hot hungry mouth nibbled and nuzzled her.  He fingered the straps of her brassier.  He toyed with them and slowly
slipped one down her shoulder.  Having completely wet her skin with his mouth, he moved to the other side of her neck.  Once again he brushed aside her sable curtain.  His nose nuzzled around her small, round ear.  She gasped and moaned as the hot tip of his tongue singed her ear.  The lapping of his tongue and his soft breaths filled her hearing.
 
"So much to explore and learn, " Vorik whispered and she murmured her agreement.

They wanted to slowly explore every delicious inch of each other's body, but the need was quickly growing.  He whispered to her that he was uncertain if he could take much more of this.  "I wish to see you," he breathed into her ear.

Bringing his hands to her front, he cupped her breasts and drew her close to him.  He rested his chin on her shoulder and looked over at her chest.  They both smiled at the sight of his hands covering her breasts, straining against their lacy bonds.

She gave his cheek a quick kiss and told him to proceed.  He released her from his embrace and stepped back for an inspection.  He fingered the claps of her brassiere, uncertain of its configuration.  He attempted to unclasp it, but his attempts were thwarted.  She chuckled softly as
she felt an urgent tugging on her back.

"Vorik?" she asked.

"I am unfamiliar with the operation of this, "and he continued to manipulate the clasps.

 She stifled a snicker.  "Want some help?" She turned to look over her shoulder.

 "No," he replied in slight frustration.  "I can do this." With that, the clasp snapped apart, broken.  "That meant to be ripped too?" He asked apologetically.

She let out a soft chuckle.  "Of course."

With a clear line of sight, he trailed a finger down her spine and she shivered as goosebumps rose on her arms.  His touch was so stimulating.

Vorik stood mesmerized by her responses to his touches.  As his fingers enjoyed the exploration of the raised patterns on her back, he murmured to her.  "Yesterday, when I had felt the beginning of the burn I was almost ready to deny it.  Like I had done those 6 years ago."

Raven interjected, " It was fortunate that you recognized the early symptoms.  Now we can enjoy this together." She let out a low moan then continued, " Let it spur us on."

With a tender hand he caressed her round shoulder, brushing aside her black mane, " I was taught to believe that this time was to be feared or considered an annoyance, but now," he planted a light kiss on her warm shoulder, " I welcome this chance to allow myself to join with you, to feel you and experience this passion."

Vorik's touch lingered on her raised pattern again in the middle of her back.  It was a small design.  Again the design of her name, but with more intricate designs interwoven within.  "Your clan?" he asked, already knowing her answer.

A barely clad Raven turned to glance over her shoulder giving her chosen a smoldering look.  Their faces nuzzled close as they continued to speak.   "Yes," she replied in between soft kiss on his green flushed lips.  "Now that we share a union, I would be honored if you would mark me as well."  She broke his momentary reverie with this generous offering of including him in her cultural traditions.

"I do not believe the Doctor would allow such a procedure.  I fear that I would harm you if I attempted the scarring technique myself." His hands felt the raised bumps, memorizing the bold line design of her clan's insignia of her homeworld.  "Vulcans have their own way of marking their mates." He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear.  "Once we are able to successfully bond, I will brand your mind to my own.  That way any other who senses you will know that you are mine."

She closed her eyes in ecstasy and sucked in her breath at this very erotic thought.  "I believe you have mentioned that during our letter writings this past month."    She turned around to face him.  Her arms reached up and wrapped around his neck.  She drew his face close to hers.  "Amongst other things," she murmured.

Their lips met in another hungry kiss.  Again, his hands roamed freely up and down her back, then her sides.  She would squirm and gasp as he came perilously close to her breasts, but avoided touching them altogether.  She hungered, yearned for his hands to cup her breasts again, but he denied her that satisfaction.  She reveled in the teasing and complimented him on playing this love-making game very well.

They broke from the kiss and gazed at each other.  She gave him a smirk letting him know that yes, indeed, she noticed where his hands were now.  Vorik quirked his brow then returned his gaze to her breasts, now cupped in each of his hands.  He wanted to see them, but he didn't want to stop kissing her either.  The conflicting need and wants were all so overwhelming, sheer pleasure.

She broke from the embrace.  "This is beginning to bother me," she indicated to the open undergarment hanging from her upper body.  "Would you please remove it?"

The corner of his mouth tilted slightly upwards and he nodded a silent compliance.  He was eager to see her nude upper body.  He slipped the lacy garment off her arms.  Once removed he turned from her and carefully placed it on the sofa behind them.  He took a moment to prepare himself for the sight of her.  He let out a long sigh, she was most pleasing.  His hungry eyes drank in the sight of her full, round breasts.  Dark brown areolas culminating in a upturned tip.

He was pleased that he had taken the time to research both the technical data of female body parts and their functions, and their pleasurable attributes.  He had wanted to be as prepared for this event.

She moved toward him and pushed him down onto the sofa.  Her legs straddled his hips and she gave him a happy, broad smile as she looked at him beneath her.  Being so close to her naked body excited him and gave him ideas.  He was curious about the texture of her flesh especially how it would feel and taste on his lips and tongue.

First he pushed her ample bosoms together, experimenting with the textures, amazed at the pliability.  He leaned his face in closer, but first he looked up to her for approval.  She smiled and nodded her consent.  He brushed his face against her soft skin, nuzzling.  His lips grazed the softness.  He gently kissed her fullness, gradually and lazily working his way towards the tips.  His lips played at their firmness.  They responded to his strokes with increasing hardness.  This was an unexpected reinforcement.  He gave soft dry kisses, little pecks all around her dark, firm nipples.  He brought his hand up and his warm fingertips shyly encircled them.

Again, he looked at her for approval to proceed, but she was not watching him.  Her eyes were closed and bliss was spread across her face.  If he was gauging her reaction accurately, he knew that he was indeed proceeding properly.

He decided to take the initiative.  He cupped one of her breasts with both hands, appreciating the beauty.  He felt his mouth being drawn to her.  He opened his mouth and enclosed her entire circle in it.  She moaned at the sudden enclosing wetness and heat on her most sensitive parts.  She leaned into him more, pressing her entire upper body onto his face.  Reassured that his technique was producing the desired results, he drew more of her flesh into his warm, wet mouth.  He applied additional pressure to the oral embrace as well.

She began to absently stroke the tips of his ears.  She was thoroughly enjoying his mouth on her and she wanted to languish like this forever.  She sucked her breath in through her teeth as his lips pulled on her nipple.  Then with a long, slow release, he let the hot tip go.  He gave her nipple a slight farewell flick with the tip of his tongue.

The sensations on his lips, tongue and mouth was most pleasing to him.  Their mutual pleasuring and arousal spurred them on.  For the better part of an hour he proceeded to wet and warm her flesh with his mouth.  After a time, she spoke.  Gathering his face in her hands, she whispered to him with a chuckle.  "You have to stop, Vorik."

He reluctantly ceased his ministrations and looked at her face, " Why? I though that this is how to proceed.  Besides, I find this most....  satisfying." The aroused man attempted to return to her breasts.

Amused by his usual Vulcan tendency for understatement, she shook her head and said, " Because it is beginning to hurt.  My nipples are not used to this degree of attention."

At this admission, he ceased his ministrations.  Together they looked down at her sore nipples, her brown tips had reddened and inflamed from the constant sucking.  Their faces leaned into each other touching foreheads.  Their lips meet in a sweet kiss.

"Agreed.  I will cease." He reluctantly said but his thumb first brushed a quick caress over her hot, raw nipple.

"Now stop!" Raven giggled as she cupped her own breasts blocking his hands.  "Or I'll have to put them away."

Vorik gave a little teasing smile.  He had never smiled so much in his life.

"You are very handsome when you smile."  She wrapped her arms back around his neck and pecked a quick kiss on his pointed ear.

"If you want me to cease the fondling of your breasts, then you should not lean into my face, Raven."

She pulled her attention away from the pointed loveliness of his ear.  As she looked into his face, she realized that he was still fully dressed.  Her fingers began to play at the closures on the front of the robe she had fashioned for him.  They had taken pride in this mutual custom of their two different peoples.  While she had made this for him, she sang and chanted over it.  With each stitch, she had invoked the elements to infuse good fortune into their shared lives.  Now the only thing she wanted to do was remove it from his body and gaze upon him.

He was not shy about it now.  She slowly undid each clasp hidden within the folds.  When she reached his waist, he stopped her once again.  He shook his head in a silent nervous no.  She acknowledged his desire, his need for privacy still.

He slipped the upper part of the soft light green robe off his shoulder and let it lay in folds around his waist.  Her hungry hands roamed all over him, feeling the heat of his flushed, green body and his dark, furred flesh.  Serene delight flowed through his body as his lover's small feminine hands caressed his body.  His muscles contracted and his stomach quivered.  To be touched by her was a glory for him.

"I have been dreaming of this for weeks, Vorik."

At the mention of his name he opened his eyes and stared at her in earnest.  "It has occupied much of my thoughts as well, beloved." He let that term of affection sink in.

A heaviness settled over him.  He began to feel weak with the pleasure of her constant caresses.  Her lips and hair heightened the pleasuring.  He watched her face, so loving and happy.  She seemed to be quite content to be doing what she had dreamt of doing.

Raven kept trying to move further down him brushing her body against his hardness.  He continually took her hands into his and kissed them.  He was a delightful tease and this was beginning to become a fun game.  She even noticed that his robe revealed a little of that which he guarded so well.  The tip peeked out and each time she spied it she had an insatiable urge to touch.  But every time she worked her hands or face down there, he would again attempt to distract her.

When she looked up into his face, he noticed how flushed her cheeks were.  Her eyes were glazed in pleasure as well.  She spoke in a breathy tone.  "You look so good, all hot and flushed, beloved." Her trembling hand reached up to brush his lips with her fingertips.

His eyes were all over her as she got up and moved behind him.  She kneeled on the sofa, and proceeded to card her fingers through his hair, stroking his ear tips, nibbling his neck.  Her pace was not leisurely either.  Each nibble increased in intensity.  Her hands ardently caressed his feverish skin.  Their mutual passion was stepping up to a frenzied pace.

"You taste so different.  My other mates' skin tasted like salt, even my own does.  But yours is like spice."

Barley able to speak, Vorik murmured, " Perhaps it is my soap."

Overcome with desire, he quickly turned his head to catch her mouth in an ardent, passionate kiss.  Her long hair spilled over his shoulders, brushing his chest, practically reaching to his peeking member.  Her hands clutched at his chest in passion.  He pulled her over his shoulder planting her on the sofa.  He pinned her down and passionately kissed her.

"Let me kiss you the way Vulcans kiss." He brushed her lips with his fingertips.  He let out a small current of himself, attempting a soft stroke of her essence.

She curled her lips in a slight display of cringing displeasure.  "Oooh that was funny."

"I was not successful?" A sense of discouragement crept into him.

"Don't worry.  You're doing everything else so right." She drew his face back down to hers.

End Part Nine
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The Morning After
Part Ten of Fourteen

The sensation of their bare chests against each other was almost overwhelming.  Her soft mounds pressed against his firm flatness.  A study and appreciating of opposites.

While on top of her, Vorik's desire magnified.  His hard member enjoyed the pressure against her body.  As he ground his hips into her, he wondered what else there could be to this pleasuring.
 
As if reading his mind, Raven made a quiet suggestion, " Shall we go into the bedroom?"

Suddenly, he released her from his pending weight and silently stood up.  He pulled his robe back onto his shoulders, never taking his intense eyes off her.  As he redressed, she watched with disappointed eyes.  He offered his hand and helped her to her feet.  She leaped up to him and
they wrapped their arms around each other's bodies.  They continued to kiss and fondle, entwined in each others arms, while clumsily making their way into the next room.

"Oops, watch it." She smiled into his mouth and chuckled as they bumped into the table.

He nipped at her lips as punishment for the momentary cessation of their kisses.  Upon arrival at the threshold, they leaned against the doorway to the bedroom.  He pinned her body to the frame.  As he gathered her hair in his hands, he pulled her head to one side exposing her neck.  He savored her taste, let his tongue run along her muscles, and breathed in her scent.  Her natural scent, the patchouli and the perfume of her hair overwhelmed his senses as he buried his nose in her neck.  She tried to turn to face him, but he was too strong.  He wouldn't release her.  Instead, he continued to trail his open mouth up and down her neck.

"You like to see me struggle? Don't you?" Raven murmured to him, gladly remaining in his hold.

 Her desire was growing to the point where she could barely stand anymore delays.  Her voice touched him.  As he looked into her face, he saw her desire was matched to his own.  He whisked her up from the floor and rushed her onto the bed only a few steps away.  With great care, he gently settled her on the bed.  Eager to renew the happenings on the sofa, he gently lowered himself down onto of her.  Once again the pressure was pleasurable.

After a soft kiss on her closed eyelids, he asked, " Do you approve?"

He shifted his weight off her, just enough to allow her a cursory glance.  He had arranged their bed beneath the view window, so they could look out at the stars together.  An elegant assortment of orchids awaited her at the head of the bed.

Having saved up his replicator rations, he had replicated a wonderfully downy lavender quilt.  She had mentioned that purple was her favorite color.  The swirling scent of musky sandalwood wafted in the dim bedroom, a curious but enticing aroma she thought.  In the far corner a small firepot glowed warm and inviting.  A touch of home from both their worlds.  But there was one crucial arrangement he had not assembled.  Raven noticed its absence at once.

"Hold on.  Be right back" She gave him a quick kiss and rolled out from beneath him before he could stop her.

Being left alone in the bed, he watched in curiosity as she stepped into the bathroom.  There was the clatter of rummaging through shelves, then the rush of running water.  When she returned, she carried a small bowl of scented water and a gray hand towel.

"For afterwards," she explained while placing the items on the nearby nightstand.

The young Vulcan's confusion showed on his face.  She did not give him a chance to mull on it further.  He watched with great interest as she returned to his side.  As she leaned down to kiss him, he leaned on an elbow and reached up to meet her half way.  Her long hair swept from behind her shoulders, reached into his open robe and tickled his bare chest.  They broke from their kiss and gazed into each other's eyes.  He made room for her as she kneeled down on the bed.

As she tugged at his robe, she seductively asked, " Are you ready to take this off, yet?"

He clutched it closer to him, shyly shaking his head no.

"Perhaps if we opened it up all the way?" As she made this suggestion, her small tanned hands reached for the closed lower half of his flowing robe.

As he drew in a long slow deep breath, he silently nodded his head in agreement.  He watched with nervous anticipation as she undid the three remaining clasps below his waist.  The green, lightweight material rolled over his body in smooth waves.  Raven chose not to reveal him.  Just the knowledge that he was accessible to her was enough.

He leaned back onto the bed and she rolled on top of him, covering his body with hers.  Her ardent kisses to his face and neck left him breathless once again.  Though her body was slight, she had no difficulty pinning him to the bed.  It was his turn to be her willing victim in this passion play.
 
As her body writhed on top of his, the now-open robe began to fall to the side, exposing his lower half to the warm air.  She knew this and glanced down to take a peek.  He did too.  They exchanged a mutual look of accomplishment at this most wonderful sight.  His firm, flushed green, throbbing member bobbed against his belly.  The urge to touch him was overwhelming and unstoppable.  Her hand slowly inched its way south.  She expected him to thwart her attempts as he had done each other time.  But this time she reached her goal.  With the lightest touch, her fingertip grazed the velvety top.  He jolted and gasped, practically knocking her off of him.  "Perhaps you should not touch me there." His breathing suddenly became ragged.  He felt that something almost happened.

"It seems we will not be able to engage in any further exploration.  I don't think you can handle it, "  she whispered as she settled back on top of his body.
 
Her hands roamed over his chest freely.  Her tongue lapped at his flesh, savoring his spiciness.  Her tiny teeth nipped at his small, perky nipples.  She was trying to give him the chance to calm down, to compose himself after this sudden shock.  He began to play with her hair and that was a signal to her that he had regained his control.  She ceased her ministrations, lay her hands on his chest and rested her chin upon them.  She gave his chest a final light kiss then looked thoughtfully into his face.

As he returned her gaze, he lazily asked, " I thought exploration was the point of this exchange." A stray lock of hair had fallen into her face and he fondly brushed it back.

She gave a smile and countered, " You are ready.  I am ready.  There is no logical reason to delay any further." She grinned wondering if he would agree with her reasoning.

Momentary panic filled his eyes.  "Consummation? Coitus? Intercourse, you are referring to?" Vorik caught his breath.  But as his fingertips traced her facial features that he found so enticing, he began to relax.  He admired and memorized the rounded arch of her eyebrows, the straightness of her nose, the softness of her lips.

He sighed and whispered his surrender, " I will defer to your greater experience in this matter."

"Good!" she exclaimed and rolled off of him.   "Let's get under the covers," she suggested as she sprung off the bed, lifted the spread and crawled in between the sheets.

He blinked twice in surprise at her suddenness.  Still clad in his robe, he shrugged his shoulders, tilted his head in resignation and followed her in.  With the rustling of sheets and the hmms of anticipation, they drew closer.  He pulled her into his arms intent on restoking her passions, believing she needed it.  But she had other ideas.

She took his hand and deftly guided it to the top of her waistband.  "I want you to feel something," she smirked.

He furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity.  "I have read about female anatomy and I believe that you are asking me to touch?ssthhhs."
 
Vorik's breath hissed through suddenly clenched teeth.  His fingers were engulfed and drenched in her warm fleshy moisture.  His eyes widened in amazement at how different she felt from himself.  None of his readings had prepared him for the overwhelming heat, wetness and textures of her sex.  With inquisitive caution, he wriggled his fingers slightly.  He was unsure of what to do.

"You don't have to do anything." she stated matter of factly.
 
As the realization hit them, they stared at each other in amazement.

"I was wondering if I could sense you?" They both broke out in a great broad smile.

"I kept getting this sense of knowing what you were thinking.  We must be bonding!"

"I too wish it to be the case." He wiggled his fingers a little more, then drew them out.  The soft short curly tuft became a new enticement.  Gentle strokes of her flesh and tugging of the hair was a technique of his own devising.  He was learning very quickly.

"Well, enough of that, " Raven stated and pulled his hand out from her waistband.

A mischievous smile broke across her face, as she struggled to remove her pants while still under the covers.  He leaned up on an elbow and his face lit up in amusement.  Her eyebrows bolted up in an expression of success.  The pants emerged from beneath the covers and were flung away.

 "There now, all set, "and she drew him close.  He had no time to refuse or react.  Now completely naked, she grabbed the lapels of his robe and pulled him on top of her.  The robe became entangled between them.  She straightened and smoothed it over his back and down his sides.  The silky softness brushed the outside of her thighs as it slipped down, enveloping them both.

She murmured and told him that she was grateful she had chosen this fine cloth.  It softly wisped and rippled as her hands ran over his back and rested on his firm, clenched bottom.  His own naked hardness pressed against her soft tuft and stomach.  This new position triggered a sudden strong urge to thrust.  Her legs parted and his knees slipped in between her legs and rested on the bed.  The hair on his outer legs gently brushed against her inner thigh.  She responded by moving her thigh to stroke his.

His furred muscular thighs pressed firmly against hers in response.  Now his own short tuft of hair was fully enmeshed in hers.  His usual taught pouch now hung low, grazing her flushed wetness.  With his hard member still firmly pressed against her belly, his urge to lunge grew even stronger.

"I feel it to," she murmured in his ear.

To satisfy her own urge, she opened her legs even further apart.  Deep inside, her muscles contracted so tightly, she ached in the effort.  Only he could release her from this exquisite agony.

"How do I proceed?" he asked her breathlessly as he steadied himself on his hands.  He gazed into her face, seeking her guidance.

As she led herself close to him, her sex felt for his.  Her warm, wet folds of flesh brushed over his hot stiff tip.  A shared gasp was heard at the contact.

"Ok, here we are, beloved." Raven looked up at him matter of factly as if instructing him in the use of a phaser torch.

Her hands reached up to gently stroke his face.  "All you have to push yourself in.  Be prepared for a lot of stimulation.  Something might even happen.  Don't try to stop anything.  Understood?"

Again she caressed his face and fingered his elegantly tipped ear.  Still propped up on his hands, he vigorously nodded his eager consent.  "Acknowledged," he rasped and licked his lips in anticipation.
 
He prodded her entrance and met resistance.  To steady him, her hands returned to his round bottom.  As she tilted her hips upward to meet him, her eager opening captured his tip.  Another gasp escaped from her at this welcome intrusion.  He stopped to catch his breath and recover
from the overwhelming tightness enclosing upon his tip.

Once his resolution returned, he slowly slid further inside.  Her moans filled his ears and his mind.  She engulfed him fully.  Exquisite pressure around his member squeezed and warmed him.  He was not prepared for this.

Before he knew it, something did happen.  A bewildering rushing release! Originating from beneath his member, rolling waves of pleasure radiated outward, wracking him in recurring shudders.  In a sudden pulse, all the pressure from within was released.

Tethered together in mind and body she experienced this first of his as well.  It was a momentary rush that washed over her.  Now all that remained was the lingering throb of him still inside of her."I knew you would not last" she gave him a delirious smile.

He unclenched his grasp from the sheet and her hair.  His breathing was ragged and he was still recovering from the pleasure that spent through his body.  "What happened?" he asked in breathless confusion.  "Was that it? Are we finished with the Pon Farr?" his voice pleaded in disappointment.

"Hardly," she giggled and reached up to caress his face.  "We have only just begun."

He leaned his face into her caress, turned and kissed her palm.  "That is most relieving to know."

"Yes it is," she attempted to draw his face down to hers.

He relaxed his stance and settled on top of her.  His face burrowed in the crook of her neck and she felt his hot breath on her skin as he slowly exhaled.

"Now do you see why we needed the towel and the water?" she said beneath his welcomed weight.

A slow wetness crept out of them.  At this strange sensation, his head jerked up.  A surprised expression crossed his face as he smiled at her.  "Again I defer to your experience in this matter."

She chuckled at his inferred query but agreed readily to it.  After they had taken care of each other, they proceeded to engage in repeated intercourse.  Each time, Vorik lasting a little longer than the previous time.  A growing sense of shared thought and feeling was also binding them.  At each climax, the sense grew stronger, but would fade in the aftermath.  Becoming non-existent without the prodding of passion.

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Now as Raven stood in her lonely quarters surrounded by the memories and momentos of their bonding, a feeling of anger and humiliation consumed her.

<>

With fleeting despondency, she tossed the Padd with his name on it back onto the table.  The clatter was like note of finality on her decision.  She let out a heavy sigh.  << Well, I just have to face that fact and let him become nothing to me.>>

With that resolution planted in her head, she left her quarters, aggravated and late for duty.

End Part Ten
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The Morning After
Part Eleven of Fourteen

**Plak Tow: Blood Fever**

In the mess hall, Raven was sitting at a table with Chell.  The blue-skinned Bolian missed his two wives and children.  He was chattering on about how it was his secondary wife's birthday today, and how they always went to the lake alone.  Raven heard the doors swoosh open and out of habit she turned to see if it was him.  Every time she entered a room, she dreaded seeing him there, but then was crestfallen if he wasn't.  This time it was Paris who walked in.  She returned her attention to Chell and his story.  He was actually relating a funny encounter, which involved him, his wife's nudity and the authorities.

She was totally engrossed, when she heard Vorik whisper in her ear, " May I speak to you?"
 
"Well, hello Mr. Vorik, " Chell announced grandly.  "I'll just excuse myself.  Good day, Raven." The friendly Bolian patted her hand and left the table.
 
She was suddenly consumed with panic.  Her instinct was to get of there and away from him.  Raven jumped up and blurted out the lie everyone used." I have to go.  I'm late for duty.  Excuse me."
 
Vorik stood there watching her hurry out the door, not knowing what to do.  He was flabbergasted at her.  <> he thought to himself.

His friend Tabor, who had witnessed the entire exchange, left his seat and came to his friend's side.  Quietly, under his breath he suggested, " Go get her Vorik."
 
She rushed out the doors, down the corridor, but the closed turbolift doors stalled her escape.  She waited anxiously.

Vorik came up behind her.  "Please, I would like to speak with you."
 
She felt trapped and vulnerable.  She didn't want to hear his voice or see his face.  It just hurt too much.  She was fearful that if she stayed another moment her resolve would melt.  She didn't want her feelings to be rekindled.  It was just easier to be angry and avoid him all together.
 
"Leave me alone!" she firmly uttered through clenched teeth.  She was barely holding her emotions in.
 
Mercifully, the doors parted and she stepped through.  She was hoping that her outburst would prevent him from pursuing her further.  She glanced at him slightly as the doors closed on her.
 
As the doors closed, he could not keep the anguish off his face.  << She hates me!,>>

As he walked away from the turbolift doors, he thought to himself.  <>
 
With a brave face and his hands clenched behind his back, Vorik walked to his quarters.  He now believed that all was beyond hope.  He believed that he deserved her hate, her contempt.

Once inside his quarters, he sat down in his favorite chair.  Just a few minutes ago, he had been hopeful, but now, he was desolate.  He spied her bonding gift on the low table in front of him.  He felt the ridges of his name and imagined her whittling them into the wood.  She had given him so much joy and all he gave her in return was pain.  He felt shame.  Shame particularly for inflicting his blood fever on her.

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It came over him without warning.  He awoke in his quarters, sheets annoyingly tangled around his body.  Alone! He panicked,<>
 
Red-hot fire raged through his body and mind.  The throbbing pulse of his blood pounded through his head.  The details were foggy as the periphery of his mind blurred.  Fear grasped at the fringes of his being.  <> Consuming urgency propelled him in his search.

He remembered someone trying to help.  In the corridor, a curious Neelix stopped the confused Vulcan.

"Mr. Vorik? what are you doing here?"  Neelix took in the sight of a hot, raging, confused man, barefooted, clad only in his robe.  He wondered why Lt. Zans would let Ensign Vorik run amok through the ship."I thought that you and Lt. Zans??" and Neelix trailed off remembering the Vulcan need for privacy in these matters."
 
Vorik just stared at him blankly, as if he did not understand a word he just said.

"Mr. Vorik, are you all right?"
 
"My mate!" Vorik hoarsely declared, as if that utterance would mean something to this creature before him.  He was not capable of uttering anything else.  He had a vague feeling that he knew this being before him.  But it was not important.  The only thing of relevance was to find her.  His mate.
 
Neelix was confused.  "Yes, Lt. Zans.  I thought she was with you?"
 
Vorik turned and walked away.  He had to find her.  <>
 
Neelix hurried to catch up with Vorik's determined strides.  Slightly out of breath, Neelix continued as they strode through the corridor.  "You're looking for her, I see.  Well, why don't we page her."
 
Vorik halted at this.  He had a glimmer of comprehension.  <>
 
Eagerly, Neelix licked his lips then requested, " Computer, where is Lt. Raven Zans?"
 
The computer perfunctory answered, " Lt. Raven Zans is in sickbay."
 
"There.  See? Let's go get her, "and Neelix gestured for the confused man to accompany him.  Vorik did.
 
The doors to sickbay swooshed open to admit them.  "Ahh Lt. Zans" Neelix said with a smile.  "I found someone wandering the halls, looking for you."
 
Vorik moved from behind Neelix and spied her.  She was sitting on the bio-bed, while the doctor ministered to her.  She looked up at him and smiled, " Vorik what are you doing out of our quarters?"
 
Something within him snapped and he could no longer control his body.  His face contorted into a beastly rage and he rushed at her.  "MY mate!!" he screamed and leapt on top of her.
 
Everyone was momentarily paralyzed in shock at his sudden and brutal behavior.  Raven somewhere beneath him screamed.  "GET him off me!!"
 
He was tearing at her clothes.  His strength was hurting her.  His sudden and violent attack provoked a fear in her so strong that it drove away any desire she may have had to respond to him.
 
The doctor, brought to his senses by her screams for help responded.  He grabbed the raging man, pulled him off his victim and threw him against the wall.

Raven jumped up off the bio-bed, held her arms out to ward off any further attacks and yelled, " Kroy'kah!!"
 
He seemed to understand that word, and froze his attack.  He clasped his hands together and tried to call upon his training.  <> But the rage, the fire, the fever was growing quickly and gathering strength, especially in her presence.  He supported his body against the wall.  His intense gaze locked upon her form, never daring to take his eyes off of her, lest she disappear again.
 
"Hurry up and finish, Doctor.  Seems the Plak Tow is here." The slightly rattled woman kept her eyes on Vorik, ready to run or strike him, if he made a move towards her.
 
The doctor was astonished.  "I do not think you should continue with this course of action Lt. Zans.  Only an hour ago, you suffered some minor lacerations and bruising.  You need time to heal.  And from the looks of things," he glanced over at Vorik, " that will not be happening any time soon."
 
"We will finish this," she firmly asserted.
 
At the sound of her voice, Vorik thought she was calling for him and he stepped forward.
 
"Sit down Vorik! Over there!" she commanded and pointed to the far wall, as far away from her as possible.  He backed up still holding her in his gaze.  "I can do this.  We can do this," she reassured the doctor and herself softly.  "Next time Doctor, I'll summon you to our quarters.  I should not have left him."
 
Vorik saw her looking upon him.  He knew that she was the one who held the key to his relief.  He looked to her to release him from this madness.  Something told him that this is not what he wanted.  Everyone to see him like this again.  His Pon Farrs must be the most witnessed events
in Vulcan history.
 
While watching her exchange with the doctor, he wondered why she was here? <> he vaguely remembered.  <>  She stood up and motioned to him.  <> He strode quickly to her side.  But she commanded him to not touch her.
 
They left sickbay together.  As they walked side by side down the corridor, he was compelled to touch her.  But she kept pointing for him to stay on his side of the corridor.  "Over there, Vorik! ....Not yet!....Wait!" She repeated over and over.  Luckily, their quarters were on the same level as sickbay.  She was grateful to be able to avoid being alone with him in the turbolift.  They were on the final leg of their journey, a few paces to the doors of their quarters, when she began to weep.
 
His need was beginning to surge through him.  The hot steady pulse consumed his being, his mind and body.  The beat would push him and direct him through his next actions.  He could no longer control it or himself, but somehow, she could command him.  He held to her demands and heard her voice despite the deafening pulse that filled his ears.  He understood her words and responded accordingly.  As he heard her soft sobs, he wondered for a moment why she was crying.  <>
 
When they finally arrived at the doors, with trembling hands, she wiped the tears from her face.  She could barely activate the opening mechanism and the doors parted.  She was trying to delay this as long as possible.  She walked in first and held her hand out to signal wait, stop.  "Wait," she muttered through sobs.  She backed into the dark quarters, tears sliding down her hot swollen face.  Anxious to get to her, he stared hard at her, his breathing ragged, like a racehorse at the starting gate, champing at the bit.  He was waiting for her signal to summon him to her side.

"OK," she sniffed and whispered through her sobs, " Go."

He rushed at her and the doors closed behind them.  If anyone had been listening in the corridor, they would have heard her muffled cries of pain and terror.

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 Vorik couldn't believe the pain and horror he inflicted upon her.  He would have taken his own life rather than dishonor her so.  She had sacrificed her body for his need.  No wonder she hated him now.  If he was capable, he would hate himself too.

Now he wondered what he would do.  He was only thinking of his own turmoil all these days.  He had not even thought about what she was thinking or feeling.  <> The young Vulcan told himself, still motivated by Tuvok's encouragement.

Then a novel though hit him. With a sentiment of irony, Vorik realized that if he had accepted his father's marriage arrangement, he would not be facing this issue now. He would have died in the throes of his first Pon Farr.  Incapable of even choosing another for himself,  he and his far away mate would have been locked into a death fall.  It was the Vulcan way.

Vorik wondered  if his father could have foreseen this and that was the reason for his quick acceptance of the thirteen year old Vorik's logic.  Illogical he told himself, It would have been impossible for his father to have foreseen these circumstances.

The youngest son of Doshik, half -way across the galaxy, his first time upon him and no unbonded Vulcan females in sight. His father was not usually so flexible on matters of Vulcan custom. Vorik found himself once again grateful for his father's acquiescence.

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The Morning After
Part Twelve of Fourteen

As the turbolift doors closed, Raven glanced up and swore she saw a look of hurt wash across his face.  Could he have really been wanting to talk to her about them? No.  That was not possible.  Besides, she couldn't even look at him right now.  She had firmly promised herself no more hope.  She had not even thought of him while at work.  At least, not since the beginning of her shift, when she found her Padd.
 
<< Good! I hope he was hurt.  Serves him right after the way he hurt me that last morning.>>  Now she was getting hateful.

<> she sneered to herself.  << How could he have grown up around humans and still be so clueless about their emotions.  I hope he suffers.  I want him to suffer.  This has been too easy for him.  He just hides from his feelings.  Locks them away, banishing them from his heart and mind.  It's too easy, that Vulcan way of his.>>  The turbo-lift doors opened and she found herself on her deck.  She stormed to her quarters, totally motivated to eliminate all traces of him and their association.
 
  <> she tried to convince herself.
 
Everything seemed so real, so right.  She even believed that for a time, they did connect.  But no, they were not bonded and that is all that mattered to him.  They were not bond mates, so he believed that he could simply walk away from her.  Well, she could do the same.  She came to her doors and they parted at her arrival.  Hot and angry, she flew to the table and snatched up her PADD.  With fury, she activated the program with his name and prepared to delete, when a wave of nausea washed over her.  She clutched her middle and tried to breathe through it.  She felt it pass and she stood up straight.  <>  Then the wave hit again and this time it would not relent.  She dropped the PADD and rushed to the bathroom before it was too late.
 
Thoroughly, drained and pained with a sore throat, she looked at her face in the mirror.  She noticed her eyes first.  She had wretched so violently that the whites were now pink with broken blood vessels.  Her face too was dotted with broken blood vessels.  She turned on the water, let it fill her cupped hands and drank in a deep mouthful.  Then she splashed water all over her hot face.  <>
 
Her anger momentarily subsided.  She was too exhausted and desolate to be angry.  No other person had ever affected her like this before.  This pain, this physical pain she felt because of their separation was so great.  But this was different.  This was an ache in her heart, her mind, her body, her being, an agonizing ache that throbbed.  As if something were missing and now she had no idea what to do with the rest of her life.

She had experienced pain, excruciating pain before.  Not only at Vorik's hands, but at the Others' as well.  She wasn't angry about that.  Vorik experienced that agony too.  She remembered how she found him.  How they comforted each other, during the fury of the Plak Tow.

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He had rushed onto her as soon as she gave the word.  In a gasp, her anguish gave way to the waves to terror which flooded through her. This was an all too familiar experience she was being forced to relive. Her head hit the floor hard, when he jumped on her.  He was like a wild beast! He didn't even speak, just uttered guttural animalistic sounds.  With his superior Vulcan strength, he held her down to the floor and scratched her skin bloody, as he tore her clothes off.  Her feeble human strength was no match for his and she yelped in pain. But he was consumed with the instinct, unable to control it in the least.
 
Her eyes were wide in panic, but she hardly saw him.  This beautiful man who just a few short hours ago, had gotten her aroused her to the point of practically passing out, was only arousing terror and panic in her now.  He barely resembled that considerate and attentive lover she had enjoyed for the past six days.  He was now a raging Vulcan, flushed fury-green in the rut of the ancient Plak Tow.
 
In desperation, she tried to initiate a meld.  With a shaky hand, she reached up to touch his katra points on his face.  <>
 
He wrenched her legs apart and unceremoniously entered her.  She cried out and tensed her body as she felt his hot maleness rip into her.  But luckily she was still loose and wet enough from their joyous and energetic passion from only three hours ago.  It was not extremely painful, just overwhelmingly humiliating and frightening.  Her tears flowed freely and her cries softened to whimpers as she surrendered.
 
He was now moving around on top of her, unconcerned about her melding attempts.  The initial attack was over and Vorik's body maintained the steady thrusting rhythm. Keeping her wits about her, again she grabbed his hand and tried to get him to touch her face.  For a moment he understood and did so.
 
What she touched, felt, saw, heard, and lived within her Vulcan was terrifying.  A raging firestorm whirled inside of him.  The loudest roar human ears had ever heard raged within their joined minds.  The winds buffeted her essence, attempting to sweep her away on its course.  She opened herself up, hoping her exposure to the storm would ignite her mind.  But he couldn't, she couldn't.  He was too far into the Plak Tow.  All that existed was his driving need to mate with her.  It seemed that he was going to do it with or without her help or enjoyment.
 
She sadly realized that if they had bonded, she would be feeling this right now with him.  Her own body and mind might have created it's own fire storm and blood fever in response to and in harmony with his.  But instead, she was fated to endure this.

She felt excruciating pain as her rib cracked.  He was holding her too tightly.  Her human frame may not be strong enough to endure this, his strongest passion.
 
The urge to retreat overwhelmed her.  To that safe place she had been once before when this would happened to her with the Others, the Cobra-headed Others.  But first, she wanted to try and reach Vorik just once more.
 
There was practically nothing here of Vorik's calm essence.  The firestorm was too loud and raging.  Was he here? Was this rage him? She went through the fury as if she were trying to navigate a sandstorm.  The fire pelted and burned her like stinging sand.  Her body felt delicate and sensitive flesh tearing which had torn at their previous passion.  She called his name.  But she couldn't even hear her own voice over the huge wail of the firestorm.
 
<> She felt her skin scraping against the carpet and willed herself to ignore further pain.  <>   She summoned all her courage and strength.  Her being shook as she called out, <>

No response.
 
Almost discouraged.  But she called his name even louder.  As loud as the wail of the winds in his mind.

<> >

Then she heard it.
 
Barely.  A soft, faint sobbing and a shadow, just a darker outline in the darkness of the storm.  She plodded toward it.  The seething winds buffeted her but she pushed on.  Then she found him, amidst the storm.  He was huddled up, trying to protect himself from the firestorm.  He was paralyzed with fear.  It was all he knew and was not even aware of her presence in his mind.  She bent down and touched him.
 
<>
 
He felt her touch and heard her voice and he clung to her.
 
<> he cried in relief.
 
<> She was glad to have found him.  This was her Vorikam
 
<> he sobbed.
 
<> She cradled to comfort him, as waves of anguish rolled off of him.
 
<> and he was consumed with sadness.  All his pent up emotions came out in a gush, overwhelming him shaking his core.
 
<> And they clung tightly to each other's minds.
 
<> He spoke her name with such longing, that she now knew all of his feelings for her.

She surrendered to this lifetime bond with a single word.  >
 
Joy filled their hearts.  For a moment, the raging beast did not exist, just this connection between them.
 
Vorik's essence enveloped hers, <>
 
Raven's being melted into his,<>
 
They clung to each other.  Waiting.  It was nearly an hour, but they did it together.  They survived.
 
Their consciousness drifted apart as they physically disconnected from each other.
 
He had rolled off of her and fell into exhausted unconsciousness.  When she reentered her body, she was greeted with searing pain.  There wasn't a single inch of her inside or out which was not in excruciating agony She knew she need medical attention and fast.  She crawled away from him.  She tried her voice, but was what came out was a hoarse whisper.  Her neck hurt too.  She riffled through the ragged remnants of her clothing.  Once she found her communicator, she activated it to summon the Doctor.
 
In Vorik's bedroom, the doctor mended her broken bones, stemmed her internal bleeding and regenerated her lacerated tissues.  Doctor and patient sat together in silence.  He was barely able to hold his tongue.  She knew he was outraged at her condition.  But she did not need to be reminded, just to be mended and quickly too before he awoke.  She did not want her beloved to see this.  She knew it would pain him enough to know what he had done to her.
 
The doctor finally broke the silence, unable to hold back his anger.  "I don't believe your body can take much more of this kind of abuse, Lt. Zans.  I'm going to insist that Ensign Vorik take a sedative and leave you alone."
 
"I believe the worst is over, Doctor, " Raven replied just as hopeful to herself as to him.
 
Vorik entered the bedroom.  Her heart leapt up in fear at the site of him.  But he mumbled, " Pardon me, "and entered the bathroom.  Visible relief washed over her.
 
"Well, my work here is done." The doctor began in a voice loud enough to be heard by the occupant in the bathroom.  "I trust I will not be needed again.  I am getting tired of repairing your bones and?"
 
Raven suddenly stood up and cut him off, " We appreciate your attention in this matter, Doctor.  But I am certain we will no longer be requiring your medical services." She grew irritated with his attempt to shame her Vorik.  He had enough shame to handle.

"Good day," the Lieutenant said to him by way of dismissing him.
 
The Doctor, still harboring anger and the certainty of his rightness, reluctantly acquiesced to her wishes.  He gathered up his instruments, packed them into his case, closed it and straightened up to leave.

 "I do certainly hope it is over.  For both your sakes." He glanced at the bathroom door, from which Vorik had just appeared.  Then the holographic Doctor stalked out.
 
Vorik waited to be certain of the Doctor's departure before he spoke.  "Are you all right?" he gently asked and took a tentative step towards her.  He was unable to look her in the eye; instead, he looked down at her hands.
 
She felt a twinge of trepidation in his presence, her body remembering the physical assault and pain.  But now, standing before her was her Vorikam and not the beast.  "I'm fine." She took a step closer to him too.  She grasped his hands in hers.
 
He acted a little uncomfortable and embarrassed.  He seemed to need to be comforted just as much after this ordeal as she did.  She was eager to comfort him, to reassure him that all was
right between them.  She touched his shoulder and he finally looked into her face.  It was healed, but a faint trace of puffiness still lingered from the severe swelling.
 
"Forgive me,  had I known the result, "The wounded man gently squeezed her hands as he continued, " stau'mahau-tor (suicide) would have been preferred, "  his fingers lovingly touched her cheek, " to the sight of thee. . .as such..."
 
"You could not have know this would happen.  Nor did I.  But we got through it, together.  This means something, Vorik.  We may not have a telepathic bond, but we have something.  I feel it.  Don't you?"
 
He closed his eyes and said very quietly.  "How can you stand my presence after all I did to you.  And now, here you are saying...." He had to stop before he sobbed the rest of his words.
 
"What we learned about each other and shared together in the face of the storm is our bond.  I meant everything I revealed to you.  You know that to be true."
 
"Then, believe everything I said too." His deep voice barely a whisper, his dark intense eyes brimmed with moisture, " You have my heart, Raven Zans, always." He took her chin gently in his fingers and he kissed her.  A very soft heartfelt kiss.
 
After their tender kiss, she smiled up at him.  She was hopeful with this new development.  She saw this as a big step for them.  All this time, they were focused on attaining a Vulcan bond.  Its acquisition and development had been the purpose of all their efforts.  Perhaps now they had reached an understanding and would be content to merely be together.
 
"How about some tea?" she asked, infused with this good feeling.
 
"Be seated, I will prepare it for us," he replied solicitously.
 
She entered the living room and took up a seat on the sofa.  It seemed, that while the Doctor had been tending to her wounds, Vorik had gathered their garments, erasing all traces of the rage.  That was acceptable, because she had no desire to be reminded.  She admired him as he walked towards her  carrying the tray.  He placed it on the table in front of the sofa and sat next to her.
 
As he poured her a cup, she suggestively offered, " I could really get used to this." She meant more than the tea, more than him attending her, even more than his person next to her.
 
Then he spoiled the mood.  "I still do not sense the bond between us.  I had expected that the survival of the?" he implied the unmentionable, ashamed to speak of it.  "I had hoped it would have bonded our minds together.  Our frequent attempts should have produced some results by now, "and he trailed off.
 
She was sorely disappointed and reminded of her own failings.  <> she thought forlornly to herself.  Hiding her dejection, all she could say was, " Well, we'll just keep trying, "and she sipped at her tea in silence.
 
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Now in her quarters, she wondered what that had been.  Had they, for just a moment, met in between? But that bond which was suppose to bring them together always seemed to push them apart.  It was like his own feelings for her could not exist, without the Pon Farr.  All that they had learned and shared meant nothing without that damn Vulcan bond.  <>
 
Suddenly, she wondered what he wanted to speak to her about and why he looked pained at her rebuff.  <>  She remembered being so angry at the time.  Could she even dare to hope?
 
To let her own pride get in the way of what could be the potential solution of the situation was....illogical.  Did she just think that?  Now the best course of action was the direct one.  She would have it out with him.  She would tell him that she loved him and that she wanted to be with him.  And if he did not love her anymore or ever loved her, then she could live with that, right? <>   She hung her head.  She was vacillating between standing up to him and hiding from him forever when she heard the door chime.

End Part Twelve
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The Morning After
Part Thirteen of Fourteen

**Va~kaunsh'es: Reunion**

Raven heard the chirping of the door.  As she activated the door, it slid aside to reveal his face.  Her heart almost leapt at the sight of him.  Her Vulcan's upswept brows and dark eyes gazed into her face and she knew she could not resist anything he had to say to her.  She just hoped he had come to tell her what she had been hoping he would tell her.

She swallowed hard and forced herself to keep still, " Good afternoon." She took in a breath, " Please come in."

 The young woman allowed him entrance.  With a single step he swept into her quarters.  His gaze remained on her face, holding her eyes.  "Raven, I need to speak to you," he plainly stated in his soft voice.

Raven took in a sudden breath that she realized she had been holding, Her heart was hammering away inside her chest, and she could barely keep her hands from shaking.

He waited for her to offer him a seat.  As he glanced at the sofa, a quick flickering of remembrance blazed through his mind, for one night they had shared in her quarters.

She took his glance as a request for a seat. "Please sit down." She gestured to the sofa. "Would you like anything to drink?" she asked trying to keep her voice steady.

The brooding man perched on the sofa's edge.  "No, I do not require anything." He fell silent and look down at his hands, tightly clasping them together.

Raven in all her humanness felt the cold sweats begin to creep into her hands.  Fearful and excited, her mind was a jumble of unspoken utterances.<>  With a great deal of concentration, she kept her mind on the present and what he obviously needed to say to her.  She parted her lips attempting speech.  She found her mouth to be cotton dry due to the anxiety.

Vorik perched gently on the edge of the sofa; she sat in the seat across from him.  Her hands were fully clasped in front of her on her lap.  She could barely control her shaking or her smile.  She noticed that he looked a little green himself and seemed hesitant about speaking.  She wanted to put out her hand to him....to ease him....but instead she waited to find out what he intended to say.  If he came here to settle things once and for all between them....or to reunite with her.  She hoped for the latter....but feared the former.  Either way she braced herself for his words.

But none were forthcoming.  She remembered how difficult it was for him to begin at times.  As he felt her light hand on his hands, he closed his eyes, visibly relieved at her touch.  His hands engulfed hers in his warm, Vulcan caress.  His palms held her fingers, taking a moment to cherish them.  He gingerly brought them to his lips, kissing each of her knuckles.  Her breath quickened and her heart raced at the feather brush of his lips on her skin.

For so long this is what she craved.  She had not realized it until this moment.  Vorik seems to draw strength from her hands and with a final pressing of his lips to her thumb, he gathered his courage and looked up to her face.

Relief flooded through him.  The anxiety quelled after a week's worth of building frustration.  Now there was peace in her presence.  Tuvok had been right.  They would have to reach their own compromise, encompassing her human needs and his Vulcan customs.

As he gazed into her eyes, he saw them shine with wetness, the start of her tears.  He was moved by her emotions quivering through their light touch.  He held her hand tighter, licked his lips and parted them lips to speak, " I need thee, " was his only utterance.

That was all she needed to hear.  Her face rushed at his and her mouth quickly covered his in a sudden and hard kiss.  They both moaned at the abrupt contact and let out long sighs of relief.  Their lips pressed harder and firmer.  Raven opened her mouth and pushed her tongue to his lips. He eagerly parted his lips to allow her in.  As he felt the warmth of her small tongue, his body warmed even further.

Vorik began to relax, letting go of the tension of the past week.  As he  reunited with his chosen, Vorik wondered, perhaps this had been the reason his father had agreed to his alternative plans so very long ago. Rather than limiting his son to the possibility of a less than satisfactory life arrangement, as he had with his own mate,  Doshik had wisely allowed his youngest son the opportunity to discover a path of his own. For the second time this day, Vorik was mentally thanking his father for his logic and the freedom to choose.

He still held her hands fast in his and with a hunger, he kissed her mouth.  Her moans were becoming whimpers as her hungry kisses came faster and wetter.  She pulled her hands from his and wrapped her arms around his neck puling him closer to her, his own arms wrapped around her body and he drew her full form to him.  Together they fell onto the sofa, kissing ardently, passionately.  Wet, sloppy kisses with moans and sighs and murmurs of missed you, love you, and forgive me all along with the kissing.

"Permit me?" Vorik raised a shaking hand to her face requesting her agreement to a meld.

Raven brushed back her tear-moistened hair and nodded silently.  Her sweet breath blew across his face and the remembrance of shared intimacies provoked a bittersweetness within him.

 His fingers touched at her neural points.  Their breathing slowed and steadied.  Raven's tension washed away from her muscles as the Vulcan meld drew their consciousness together.

He heard her, faintly, almost at a distance, as she continued to stifle back her tears.  The soft strokes along his face were an exciting distraction as he attempted to initiate a deep bond.  This is what he desired, her, to touch her inside and out.

"Don't try so hard, beloved," he heard her whisper to him.  "Just let it flow."

Vorik heeded her advice and moved slowly.  Then he sensed her familiar, reassuring essence.  He swept through her mind, igniting her nerves in his wake, he sought her center.  The hurricane of her mind grew tumultuous.  It battered at him as Vorik swept through her swirling emotions.

Then he sensed her faint voice, <> The young man was a conflict.  Deep within he was telling himself to cease this activity.  To flee from this emotional release within her.  But something even deeper propelled him along.  He drew to that trembling voice and it continued, <>

Vorik drew closer to this part of her mind, this vulnerable child that was hidden so deep inside of Raven Zans.  As the young Vulcan man's essence empathized with her sentiments, he projected a feeling of comfort around her to help restore her balance and to reassure her.  Her fears continued to tumble from deep within her.  All that she had submerged and relived within herself was now surfacing caused by this loss of him.  <>

Without hesitation, Vorik immediately reacted,<

As their meld dissolved and the world around them resurfaced to their consciousness, the reunited lovers began to rely on the physical aspects of their sharing and discarded the attempt to bond, for the time being.

As Raven's mouth moved over his full lips, she almost cried in relief.  She sniffled back her tears and smiled in joy; an overwhelming joy that flooded though her mind and body at finally reuniting with him.

With his chosen all over his body, he was beginning to have familiar sensations: her full breasts pressed against his flat chest, her legs slipping in between his, her lips kissing and igniting his nerves.  Vorik's breathing began to deepen and his own heart hammered in his side.  Relief washed over him.  The relief of her accepting him back was almost too much, especially after the intense week of disturbing and discomforting sensations surrounding this separating and misunderstanding of theirs.

His arms pulled her closer and he let his hands roam over her backside.  He traveled up her back then down to her round bottom.  He grabbed a handful of her flesh and this made her moan and squirm on his body.  He was not surprised by the one part of his body which she was beginning to notice.

Raven loved being held in his arms once again.  She felt the safety and security and even his attraction for her.  She knew that he wanted her and she wished to show him how very desired he was as well.  "Vorik," she shivered in between kisses.  She licked her lips, savoring his taste, then pecked at his lips in between her soft words, " Are you going to stay here?"

She was answered with a long kiss and a long hard embrace.  He almost shook as he held her in his arms.

"What is it?" She asked concerned that he might be reacting to this reunion in a way other than was healthy for a Vulcan.  "Vorik are you OK....Vorik....are?" and her voice raised in concern as his body hugged her tightly and he shook slightly.

 She tried to look into his face.  But he would not let her.  Instead she wrapped her arms tighter around his body and let him quake in silence.  She felt his release of emotion flow though her body.  Not telepathically, but as his body shook.  She knew that this was a release of some sort for his overwrought nerves.  Perhaps due to too much control.

When he finally ceased his quaking, his lips quickly captured her in a most passionate kiss.  He hugged her tightly, his mouth engulfing her as his roaming hands reacquainted themselves with the curves of her voluptuous body.  He pulled her up onto his lap, not wanting to let her go.  His hand trailed along her thigh and she shivered at the tickling.  She pressed her thighs tighter together in response to the tickling and she giggled into his mouth.

Her hands, which had been cupping his face during their ardent kisses, were now gently stroking his face.  Her fingers crept up to his ears.  With feather-light touches, she stroked his ears finding his favorite spot once again.  Vorik moaned into her mouth as pleasure rippled down his spine.

With a final kiss on his mouth, Raven stood up before him.  His gaze rested on her stomach and he went to his knees.  He leaned his head on her belly as his hands ran up then down her thighs.  He kissed her belly gently, lovingly.  Raven gazed down at his kissing lips.  She closed her eyes and enjoyed the ecstasy he was welling up within her body.  Her fingers absently stroked his ear tip again as his gentle kisses became nips.  Her stomach, though flat near her rib cage, was a bit more plump towards her pelvis.  He enjoyed this potbelly, as he lovingly referred to it,  and ravished the extra layer of flesh with his eager mouth.

His began to want more.  He pushed up the bottom of her jacket and tugged her shirt out of her waistband.  Raven watched as he began to reveal her lower half.  Vorik kissed her belly with his lips then rolled his tongue around on her much-desired flesh.  He wet her skin, thoroughly tasting her, remembering her and all that they had shared those 12 days of his, he mentally corrected himself, their Pon Farr.

Long tendrils of loose hair hung about Raven's enraptured face.  Their fast and furious kisses had managed to rent some lengths free from their silver binds atop of her head.  She closed her eyes to fully appreciate these missed delights.  Her eyes slightly opened as she peeked down at him.  There she was treated to an even greater delight.  Vorik's mouth opened wide tasting and savoreing her flesh.  After a final long kiss, his eyes opened to admire her glistening skin.  His fingertips stroked her belly, raising tiny goose bumps.  His arms slipped around her waist and he hugged her tightly.  He glanced up at her and his brows raised as he realized that she had been watching him.

Her fingers drew across his cheeks, her fingertips then rested beneath his chin.  With certainty, she raised him to his feet to stand before her.  Balanced upon her fingertip, he slightly smiled and kept his gaze locked upon hers.  With dark, intense eyes, Vorik the Vulcan from the Nisus Colony world looked down at his lovely chosen one, Raven Zans, the human from Queblanis.  Her face tilted upwards to meet his gaze, then very slowly her lips brushed against his very softly.  She drew away from him.

Vorik smiled as he was left standing there with his eyes closed.  He felt her fingertips draw across his lips and he took in a deeper breath.  He felt her fingers glide over his upper body as she circled around him, examining his form.  He knew what this was.  She had done this once before on their second night together.  He left his hands relaxed by his side.  As her soft fingertips glided over the back of his shoulders, she was sizing him up.  Determining his worth to her as a mate.  He welcomed this primal inspection.

Her fingers came back around to the front of his body and caressed his chest.  Her finger spanned one then the other nipple beneath his jacket.  He felt them harden, then rub against his tunic in response.  Her fingers swept over his arms, then along the middle of his back.  He gasped at the sudden igniting of his sensitive spot at the center of his back.  Raven knew it was there.  She knew everything about him, but still chose to explore him as if this were their first time.

Her fingers came back to his front once again.  This time, they lingered along the line of his stomach.  She glided up his chest, stroking in between his slight bumps of his defined chest.  Then her fingers trailed along the under curve of his breast, traveling up to within an inch of his nipple.  Vorik gasped at this teasing then let out a sigh as her fingers traveled back down past his breasts, down the line in his stomach, then rested at his navel.  She circled around his belly, once, twice, then a third time.

Her firm palm traveled up his belly.  Fully stroking his flat stomach, roaming up to his chest, grasping one then the other breast in her hand.  The young Vulcan man stood stoically, tolerating the examination, the fondling.  His member more than tolerated it.  It responded.  Raven noticed this fact but chose to ignore the bulging evidence of his arousal.

Raven circled around Vorik's standing form.  She stood behind him and hugged him, drawing him to her body.  He smiled and sighed at her closeness.  Her hands each went to a breast and gently kneaded them.  With light touches, she teased his taut nipples.

With her arms tucked beneath his, all he saw were her disembodied hands toying with his jacket zipper.  Her hands began at the top and she began to slowly unzip his jacket.  They both smiled at the "zzz" of the zipper.  He let her take him in the direction she wanted too.  Her loving hands undid him and they roamed up and down his tank top shirt.  He sighed as her hands crept into the waistband of his pants.  She tugged out the meticulously tucked in shirttail.  He gasped as his belly flinched at her touch.

"I am not going to hurt you, yet my love" she whispered to him, her lips brushing along his ear.

"I am not concerned about being hurt by you, my Wife." He let that term hang in the air for a moment to see if he would notice.  Her hard, meaningful kiss on his shoulder told him that she did notice. "I'm merely reacting to your sorely missed touches....they are....overwhelming ...."

He sucked in his breath as her fingertips grazed his furred belly, now bare to her touch.  Her fingers roamed over his hair, just slipping along the edge, tantalizing his senses.  Then her hands slowly inched up his chest, slipping beneath his shirt.  Her fingers took a nipple and pinched it slightly.  He leaned back into her and slightly sagged.  He felt her breasts pressed against his back, he delighted in their fullness.
Raven released him and let his jacket slip off his shoulders and to the floor.  She kicked it out of her way and returned to the wonderful task of undressing him.  Eager, dark hands pushed his turtleneck up his chest, baring his warm skin to the cool room.

"Computer, " Raven requested as her hands fondled his nipples. "Increase the temperature by 20 degrees.  We certainly cannot let you catch  cold, my husband."

Her lips gently kiss his now-bare back, her hands having pushed his turtleneck up to his armpits. He glanced over his shoulder acknowledging her title for him, used for the first time.  With a gentle hand, he stroked her face, drawing his fingertips across her lips.  She smiled, then lifted his turtleneck up higher, encouraging him to lift his arms to let her remove it.  He turned to face her and did it for her.

With a murmur of approval, she was treated to the sight of his haired armpits and the back of his biceps.  With a final tug and the tussling of his hair, his turtleneck was removed and his chest was bared.  He flung the turtleneck away, then took her into his arms hugging her tight.  He kissed her mouth.  Her hands went up and down his bare back.  Enjoying the warmth that was uniquely him, her hands glided down to his bottom this time.  She grabbed a firm cheek in each hand and clutched him. They shared a deep kiss, his tongue thrusting deeper and deeper into her mouth, holding her face to his.  As they broke from their kiss, his lips nipped at hers, enjoying the last taste.  He licked his lips and she pulled away from his embrace to resume her inspection.

Circling him, her fingertips glided over his naked chest.  At her next turn, her fingers grazed along his belly then circled around his belly button for a moment.  Little fingertips excited his flesh making his member twitch.  His chest tightened as her fingers lingered on his belly, then she circled him again.  Her fingers trailed lower and lower.  She snickered as her husband found himself taking in deep breaths to quell his gasps.

Then her fingers trailed along the top of the bulge in his pants.  He sucked in his breath and jerked.  She knew she had him and lingered there for a bit.  She caught his pleading look but shook her head no.  With clenched hands by his side and his teeth firmly gritted, he stood his station, enduring this....this which was her tradition.

End Part Thirteen
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The Morning After
Part Fourteen of Fourteen

Her hands fondled his thighs, only an inch form his enlarging member She wanted to assess his size and his ability to keep in control of his instincts."Remember, Vorik," she whispered to him.  Her sweet breathing blowing on his face, " On my world, the female is the dominate one.  On top so to speak."

Her slight chuckle diverted his attention for a moment.  He then trembled as her fingers softly caressed his aching member straining inside his snug pants.  In their growing excitement and the teasing of their senses, their breathing became irregular.  Raven's eyes were riveted on the bulge in his black uniform.  She knew that this was for her.  All for her.

She ceased the soft stroking of his member and he let out a slow breath.  Calm.  He had a moment to calm.  Then she circled him for the last time.  He gave her fingertips a tiny kiss as she brushed over his lips.

Then she took her place behind him and pressed her body to his back again.  Her hand reached around him and began the slow rhythm up and down his chest.  She enjoyed the hair on his chest.  Soft and dark.  Thick in some places and sparse in others.  She played with the hair in between his breasts.  She then trailed down his belly.

 Vorik gasped as her fingers slipped beneath his waistband.  He missed her touch so much.  He remembered how good it felt to be caressed and be aroused by her touches.  He desired for them to remain this way always.  Dreams of attaining Vulcan control went right out the window at their first kiss.

Raven seductively unzipped his pants and crept her hand into its opening.  Vorik gasped at the touch of her cool flesh on his hot, very hot skin.  Her fingertips brushed along his tip.  Then she unzipped further and her entire hand slipped in.  He leaned back and opened his stance.  Her fingers played along his head, swirling the wet, sticky precum all over his skin.  Then her fingers trailed up and down the length of his hot, throbbing flesh.  His breathing became ragged.  Shudders racked his body as her touches ignited flutterings of electric jolts through his body, causing his mind to feel euphoric in pleasure.

He was still in some control though under her control.  But he willingly surrendered it to her as her hands began to undo him."Vorik," she whispered as she kissed his back, licking his skin, tasting his spiciness. "I would like for us to ...." Her words trailed off.  She was becoming uncertain.

"What would you desire my beloved?" he asked in his soft baritone.

She hugged him close and replied in between kisses."I would like for you to be the giver of pleasures this night."

"As you wish," he wistfully replied, his eyes closed in relief that she had accepted him back.

He turned around while still in her arms.  His hands gently glided over the contours of her face.  His fingertips gently stroked her full, dark lips, her elegantly, slightly arched eyebrows, and her straight nose.  Her hands clenched his waist.

His Aduna quietly asked him, " Please undress me?" Her hands brought his to her zipper.

Drawing the zipper down slowly, her gaze remained on his hands.  His zealous touches trailed along the swells of her breasts, teasing her.  She heard her own gasps as his accidentally-on-purpose fondling took her by surprise.

He slowly pushed the jacket off her shoulders and let it slip to the floor.  She, too, had been waiting and longing for his touch and now they would share this night and many more.  <> she thought, <>

Small dark fingers gently caressed his face."I like this, "and her hands drew over the dark shadow of raspy stubble raised along his cheeks.  Her fingers this time sought out his neural points.  With her eyes, she invited his mind to touch hers.

Vorik quirked a brow at her invitation, " As if I do not know what is already on your mind?"

Her fingers touched his points.  His fingers reached to hers.  Together they touched and shared.  Immediately the phrase forgiveness was exchanged then relief at being reunited.  Where her grief and his confusion and frustration had been, all that now swirled between them was the joy of rediscovering the other.  The promises and hopes of always being together and, above it all, was the excitement of the prospect of touching and experiencing the other.

They made their way to her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed next to each other.  He hurriedly pulled her gray turtleneck up and over her head.  This was also flung off to the side.  Sitting in front of him, she was clad in her thin undershirt.  She reached up behind herself and undid her brassier.  With careful maneuvering, Vorik was greeted with the sight of her undergarment being tugged out from beneath the shirt.  It, too, was flung to the side.  They shared a chuckle and he continued exploring her body.  His warm hands caressed the soft skin of her bare arms.  She closed her eyes feeling relief and joy at his touch.
 
 "I have missed thee, " Vorik whispered and leaned down to kiss her bare shoulder.
 
 Raven's muscles in her shoulders twitched with the soft brushing of his lips against her sensitive skin.  She was too excited for his touches and she had to bite her bottom lip to hold back her giggles of delight as his fingertips lightly caressed over the slopes of her bare arms. His lips kissed her neck and she leaned her head back to give him access to her throat.  Her hands held onto his head and her fingers lovingly carded through his soft, thick, dark hair.  At times when his mouth would hit a practically sensitive spot, her fingers would grasp his hair, pulling at it and she would seethe through her teeth.  She whispered to him, " Your lips, your hands feel so nice.  Your touches have been sorely missed, my husband."
 
Vorik happily buried his face in his beloved's flesh.  His mouth hungrily nipped, sucked, licked and kissed her throat.  His despair had been so great.  He had missed her so much that these touches were overwhelming his senses.  He had an overwhelming sense of relief that all would be right in his world.  All the anguish of the past few days seemed to disappear while in her arms. Her hands in his hair were exciting him.  Her fingers would brush against his contact points.  He had an overwhelming urge to meld with her again, to feel her essence, share their pleasure from within as well as exchange physical touches.  But he also wanted to be patient and give her this pleasure.
 
With immense gentleness, he urged her to lay down.  As she settled on her back, he laid on his side, freeing his hands to caress her.  As he gazed at her lovely face, he drank in her features, memorizing her, how her dark brows outlined her large, brown, almond-shaped eyes, the creases in her forehead and the smiling lines by her eyes.  She kissed his fingertips as they softly traced along her dark lips.
 
"Raven," he whispered in her ear.

She opened her large eyes and gazed up at him.  Her smiling eyes warmed his heart and he felt his manhood quiver.  He swallowed hard and found that he had no words to tell her what he had longed to say all these days.  Instead, he simply bent down and brushed his lips over hers.  Her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him down to her body.  Then her kisses became ardent and passionate.  Her mouth hungrily kissed his; wet, sloppy kisses that made them both warm.  Vorik's hands began to wander down her body, his fingers brushing along the curves of her belly, her hips, and her thighs.  She moaned and squirmed as his hand swept over her body.
She clenched her fingers in his hair and her lips nipped his lips when he stimulated her nerve endings.  The tickling was nerve-wracking but deliriously pleasurable.  Her entire body was tense, eagerly awaiting the next sensations with anticipation.  As he stroked her sensitive areas, her body writhed and rose up off the bed in tension.  "Is this too much for you? Shall I stop?" Vorik whispered in between her kisses.  Her mouth released his for a much-needed breath of air.

"No, no, please continue.  I like this," she breathlessly replied and pulled his mouth back down to hers arching her back to encourage more of his delicious exploration.  His hand began to linger longer and longer on her belly.  With gentle fingertips, he traced along the edge of her waistband, inching his way further up her belly with each pass.  His fingers grazed along Raven's ribcage and she sucked in her breath at the shock.  She held her breath as his fingers tickled her rib cage and continued their upward march.  Then her chest heaved up and down as her breathing became short and quick as she excitedly awaited his touch on her chest.  But the touch never came.  Instead he traveled back down her belly.

"You are a teaser," she breathlessly whispered to him having found the ability to catch her breath after the passing of this exciting moment.  His dark smoldering eyes told her that he was enjoying this experience immensely.  Her outer thigh rubbed against him and she felt his bulging member through his uniform.  She wanted to touch him and reciprocate this wonderful experience.

Instead, he shifted his weight slightly and answered her unspoken request, " That can wait.  For now, thee are the receiver of pleasures."

His lips gently captured the tip of her nose.  She smiled at his playful gesture.  She clasped her hands together and rested them behind her head.

Vorik stroked the bones in front of her hips, brushing along the top of her thighs.  Then his gaze held hers and his hand slowly ran up her body.  Her eyes opened wide, as first her thigh, then her hip, then her belly, then her rib cage were touched.

Vorik began to fondle her breasts.  A soft squeezing and kneading of her soft suppleness caused her to gasp and arch her back.  His entire hand cupped her right breast, then he drew his fingers along the center, ending with his thumb and forefinger firmly holding her nipple.  He tugged and held her nipple up from her body, pulling her breast up.  Raven held her breath.  While pinching her nipple, he twirled it in his fingers, then released his hold.  Her breast fell back to her body and she let our her breath she had been holding.

"Do that again," she begged in a whimper.

And he did.  But this time, he was kind enough to tease her other breast in this manner.  She was aching to be undressed and to have his mouth do this to her aroused nipples.  But he left her undershirt alone.

His hands began to stroke her tender underarms and the backs of his fingers grazed long the sides of her breasts.  He left her gasping and moaning as he continued to put her sensitive spots to the test.

Then he surprised her.  His mouth began to plant little kisses along the sides of her breasts.  Slowly and erotically he made his way up to the center of her breasts, perilously close to her aching nipples.  Through her gray undershirt, he began to suck at her flesh.  His mouth would take in small mouthfuls of her and he would suck heartily and greedily.  His hand continued to stroke and tease her hips and belly, always promising to touch more but never delivering.

Raven just laid back, every muscle in her body taut as she braced herself against the next onslaught of tickles and shivers he would expertly illicit from her body.  Raven was so consumed with the experience that there could have been a red alert and she would not have heard it.  The only thing she was aware of were her beloved's hands and mouth on her, the one thing she had desired for all these past days.  All of her anger and bitterness was long forgotten in the wake of his loving touch, in this reconciliation of theirs.

His face filled her view as he leaned closer.  With the gentlest kiss he captured her lips; they shared a long, slow, loving kiss.  As her arms slipped around his neck, she drew him on top of her body.  His welcomed weight pressed her to their bed.  She ground her hips into his hardening member."I want you, my love," she murmured in his ear then with a light tongue flicked the tip.

He winced as he felt his member twitch at her whispered desire.  With a silent nod, his hand drew down her full form.  Her hips lifted off the bed as he tugged on her uniform pants.  She slipped her legs out of the confining material, then kicked them off.  With a teasing smile, she wriggled her body, then spread her legs for him, teasing his eyes.  His hungry fingers carded through her mound of lush, dark hair between her legs marveling at the fact that she did not wear undergarments beneath her uniform.
 
With growing, eager excitement, Vorik clumsily slipped off his pants and briefs.  He noticed how his member was like hard steel.  It bumped against his belly with every move he made.  Raven ran her thumb over the head, swirling the slick drop of precum making his head glisten.  They shared an anxious giggle as he nestled his lower body in between her legs.  Raven gazed at him between her legs, thinking that that was the most natural place for him.  They took a moment to kiss again becoming accustomed to the nakedness of each other.

With an ease he had not realized he possessed, Vorik positioned his most sensitive member's head at her entrance.  A kiss on her forehead then he looked to her for permission to enter her.  She nodded slightly and closed her eyes in anticipation of the intrusion.  Her fingers dug into her flesh as he slowly pushed himself into her warm cavern.  A gasp escaped from the pair as the sudden pleasure of their joining consumed them.
 
Together they began the slow deep thrusts of the mating instinct, his shaft squeezed tight by her moist wet tunnel.  She met his hips and moaned in relief.  Relief from the ache in her vaginal walls caused by her long, climbing arousal.  Each thrust caused his double ridges to rub against her swollen nub of nerves.  With each pass, his firm ridges ignited pleasure through her body, causing Raven to meet him thrust for thrust.  Her hunger for this pleasure and release grew stronger and stronger.
 
His thrusting increased in intensity and Vorik could feel his orgasm build in his belly.  Raven grabbed his bucking buttocks, squeezing them and pulling him in deeper with every thrust.  In unison they rocked and bucked, their breath becoming pants.  The wave of their mating flowed into an undulating rapture.
 
 Her legs wrapped around his waist, then tightened, quivering with the anticipation of her own climax.  Vorik reached for the meld-points and merged their minds as intensely as their bodies were.  They felt each other's climax as Vorik released his life essence into Raven.  His sudden burst of pleasure.  Her rolling waves of ecstasy.  Furious sparkles of ecstasy burst through their mind. Shudderings of overwhelming gratification rippled through the couple over and over again.
 
Vorik collapsed onto Raven, their hands slipping from their neural points.  Their breathing slowed and their sweat-covered bodies slipped and slid together.  They lay spent, satisfied, and relaxed in the afterglow of their lovemaking.  Vorik kissed her warm sex flushed shoulder and thought of his contentment.
 
Raven said, " Yes, I'm content too, very content, my Husband."  Her hands eagerly reacquainting themselves with the feel of his strong back.
 
Vorik's ceased his kissing and he gazed at her, " I didn't say anything, Raven."
 
Raven looked at him, " But I heard you." Then her hand drew across her beloved's dark face.
 
"I thought it, but never vocalized it." Vorik turned to kiss her palm.
 
They both gazed at each other enjoying this familiar, lingering meld.  It was almost an echoey shadow of their intense joining during their throes of passion.  And together they would mourn as the link would fade then disappear every time.

"I missed this, knowing you, "Raven let loose her tears again.  Tears of relief, joy, and letting go of all that she had pent up for more than this long week; more than the ten years.... but a loss of her life as she crossed over into this new life with her Vulcan, Vorik.

"Think something else," she quietly requested.  A favorite game of theirs to the pass the time in between the fires. Vorik thought about her dark, long hair.  Raven vocalized his thoughts.
 
Her lips remained still but her heart spoke her sentiments, <>

<> Vorik's telepathic sentiments joined in her mind's voice.

"Will the Bond ever be fused between us?" she asked with a joyful smile.  Her small fingers caressed his.

"Well, perhaps we should continue attempting to fuse this delicate tethering."  He leaned down and kissed her heartily, re-igniting their passions to begin another round of intense lovemaking.
 
After two weeks of constant lovemaking and mind melding....

Everyone on the ship was aware that Vorik had moved into her quarters.  It was only logical, her quarters were more spacious and she enjoyed a nicer view of the stars.  He had brought all of his possessions and they set up house.  The two were inseparable.  They shared meals together, a bed, and a shower.  The intimacy was more than the two of them had ever imagined.  They constantly touched and practiced their mental bonding.

Vorik was in the Delta Flyer, alone, making modifications on the warp drive.  He heard the whirring of the large shuttle bay doors as they opened.  He ceased his work to see who had entered the shuttle bay.  As he looked up from his console her head peek in.

"My beloved, " Vorik cheerfully greeted her with a slight lilt of his brows, a Vulcan smile reserved only for her.

Raven sauntered toward him, a grin slowly creeping across her face.  Her lips trembled as her eyes began to shine with tears.  Concern filled his voice, " Raven?" He slowly stood up to close the gap between them.  Then he stopped because he heard her.  Her lips did not move nor were they touching.  But he was certain that he heard her mind .  He wondered for a moment if they had finally bonded? Then he felt joy emanating from her.  He telepathically asked her to project to him again.

Raven thought a simple phrase to him and the joy she associated with this phrase, <>

Vorik's brows raised in astonishment at this pleasant discovery of their bond.  He could barely keep his smile from turning up at the corner of his lips.  By the subtle change in his face she read his joy at this.  Telepathically, he shared with her his joy at this bonding.  It meant that they were finally joined, now and forever.  Then a another sense crept into him.  One of shock.  His brows furrowed as he asked out loud, " You are what?"

"I am with child!" Her smile winning, finally breaking out across her pretty face.

Vorik took a hurried step forward, quickly gathered her into his arms then kissed her passionately.

The End...

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