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Happy Thief
Author: Salatrel ..Your friendly neighborhood Romulan and writing servant
of the BlueMoon TrekSmut Writers Cavern.
Series:Voyager
Pairing: Vorik and female. You remember the Pon Farr boy.
Rating:NC-17. No het smut but a bit suggestive.
Posting date: December 1,1999
Part: One of One
Summary: Ten years in the future from the present Voyager season. Three weeks after they declare their intentions to each other, a chance meeting in the turbolift inspires Raven to write a poem to Vorik. This little ditty also did not fit into the structure of the "Morning After" story which was posted two weeks ago. But Vorik wished it to be told just the same.
Disclaimer: Well, you know how it is. They own them but we like to play with them. We get no money out of this, but the personal satisfaction more than makes up for that!!
Many thanks again to Selek for reading for me. You are the best editor a Romulan could ever have!!
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O Happy Thief....
Vorik was alone in the turbo lift on his way to engineering. He was mentally reviewing his duties for the day when the doors swooshed open, revealing three females, Ensigns Sal Trakes, Beth Delany and, his stomach involuntarily flip-flopped, his betrothed, Lieutenant Raven Zans.
This was the first occasion where the two were face to face since they declared their intentions to each other in the airlock three weeks ago. No one knew of their plans to bond at the appointed time. Daily correspondence was the only contact they engaged in. After her initial reluctance, Raven agreed to this Vulcan custom of betrothal distance. Her own people had a similar tradition. One which was based on societal gender segregation and the seasonal cycles of her home planet of Queblannnis.
Vorik called upon all his skills of mastery to keep calm in the face of her presence. In politeness, they all greeted each other. The need to see her face, gaze upon her attributes was overwhelming and he succumbed to it.
As always, her thick shiny black hair was plaited and secured with an
elaborate pin. Her deep brown eyes were set beneath long lashes and
full arched brows. The seam of her gray turtle neck meeting her glowing
mocha skin once again fascinated him. Under the pretense of conversation,
he moved to face Raven and asked the trio if they would be
attending this evening's festivities.
As she smiled and spoke, he commanded his eyes to look at her face and not stare at her full brown lips as they moved. Lips, he fondly recalled, which had been pressed to his only three weeks ago. Lips which promised to be his always.
"Raven, why don't you go?" Sal's tinny voice broke the spell. "You have missed the last three parties this month. How come? " she inquired as she nudged her friend.
Beth teasingly interjected, "I hear Tabor will be there, mmmmm?" The two girls giggled.
Raven, a little miffed by the teasing, held out a hand to curb them. "Don't talk like that," she chided them, giving Vorik an apologetic look.
A knowing glance passed between Beth and Sal. The girls misinterpreted Raven's reluctance to speak in front of the Vulcan Ensign. They believed it was because she didn't want anything to get back to his Bajorn friend, Tabor.
The short silence was broken by Sal's voice. "Mr. Vorik, I understand that you raise orchids?" The pretty blond girl hide a sly smile.
"That is correct," he answered inquisitively.
"Perhaps you could show them to me sometime. I would be very interested
in seeing them." Sal gave him her best sunny smile.
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Raven quickly interrupted, "Sal, you wouldn't know an orchid from a
dandelion." The darker human gave her friend a reproachful glare.
But all Sal could do was giggle again.
Then the doors opened and the girls stepped out.
"Good day, Mr. Vorik," Raven muttered to him. The other two gave a loud 'good day' to him.
He held the door open to watch her walk away. The sway of her hips was most aesthetically pleasing and hypnotically entrancing. Suddenly, Neelix crossed the threshold.
"Thank you, Mr. Vorik for holding the doors open for me." This
intrusion of reality
broke Vorik's reverie and caused Raven to glance over her shoulder.
Neelix absently asked, "Will you be attending this evening's festivities?" The doors closed on his view of her smile and his answer.
At the end of his shift, Vorik eagerly returned to his quarters. Awaiting him, was Raven's daily letter to him. Skipping his evening tea, he downloaded it from his personal screen to his PADD. As was his daily ritual with her letters, he carried the PADD to his bedroom and reclined on the bed. He found a comfortable spot, propped his head up with soft pillows and accessed her post.
He read: "To my betrothed," his eyes twinkled as he thought, < This was new.>
"It was so difficult keeping myself under control today when we met in the turbolift?."
< I experienced the same confliction.>
"..but your face was a most welcome sight. I had almost forgotten what you looked like over these past three weeks! But you are more handsome than I remember."
< Your semblance was more striking than my memory served as well. >
He sighed, trailing his fingers along his stomach muscles, savoring the sensation of her memory and the effect her words were provoking in him. He continued reading.
"When Sal asked about your orchids, I wanted to throttle her! I wanted to scream at her, ' How dare you! He's mine!'"
His eyebrow shot up in surprise at her territorialness.
"And do not be concerned about Tabor."
At the mention of his name, his teeth clenched slightly and he felt that cold pit in his stomach again. A discomfort similar to the time when he witnessed her in Lt. Kim's presence.
"He is barely an acquaintance. When we do talk, we talk of nothing but you."
< I wonder?>
"I know that we agreed to only imparting personal information during our correspondence. But . . .my feelings are demanding to speak to you. I know that when you read this, I will already have been asleep in my quarters, alone for three hours. How I wish . . .no, I cannot say these things to you. It is not fair. But I must ?
O happy thief
robber of my heart
please burgle my bed this night
you would be a most welcome intruder
as I lie here alone
wishing for your trespass
Come and claim
under the cover of night
that which is rightfully yours
Take all
all, which I freely give
for thee are the true owner
Steal from my lips a kiss
only give it back
so you may lift it once more
Use the key
which I know you possess
to unlock the treasures
we both so desire
to behold
Pluck the jewel deep within me
plunder my mind and soul
swallow my essence, for I am yours
O happy thief
master of my heart
keep my love, always
His hand ceased all activity and he held the PADD tightly in both hands.
"Vorik, my secret desire, I know that Vulcans kiss not with their lips
but with their minds. Like humans, you have sensory areas which are especially
sensitive to touch. For humans, it is the lips and tongue. The entire
mouth in fact, is one great sensory organ. Just as sensitive and just as
easily aroused as other parts of our erogenous zones.
"Your fingertips, which house your nerve endings for facilitating melding
and bonding are very susceptible to touches and kisses. I was wondering,
if it was possible, if my mouth on your fingers would fulfill our mutual
needs? Allow me to explain.
"My small hand would tenderly take your larger one. My finger tips would
trace along the tendons on the back of your hand. I could gently blow on
your hand, tickling the hairs. If I brought your hand to my lips and gently
planted soft, dry kisses to your warm skin, would that affect you?"
Vorik had to put the PADD down. He took in two calming breaths and then
continued to read.
"I also wondered, if I brought your fingers to my lips and used your
fingertips to brush along the outer line of my full, brown lips, would
that illicit any response in you? Would your fingertips, with their
telepathic nerve endings, feel my desire by merely touching my lips? Or
would my desire be disclosed in my eyes, in my labored breathing, in the
flush upon my cheeks?
"I wondered as well, if my tongue, my tiny, pink tongue with its rigid
tip you found so pleasurable within your mouth?if I touched my tongue to
the tip of your finger, could I ignite your nerve endings and let it travel
back into your mind? I wondered this today, while we spoke in the turbo
lift."
In shock, he bolted straight up and swung his legs over the side of
the bed. He continued to read and reread, clenching the PADD in his hands.
The letter went on detailing certain physical exchanges and their resulting
emotional impact. Warmth flushed the young man's face as his heart hammered
inside his chest. Vorik had never read such details before.He also knew
that his own thoughts had been forming along the same line even since she
had inspired within him shan-ha-lok, the engulfment.
After the third reading, he jumped up from the bed, stormed out of the
room, chucking the PADD onto the table.
"To hell with Vulcan customs!" he muttered to himself. < He exited his quarters, intent on his destination. With smoldering
intensity and determination, he strode down the corridor. He quickly
made it to the lift which admitted him as the solitary occupant.
< Once again, he wished she could sense his thoughts. If she could, she
would feel his heart beating wildly for her and in anticipation for what
they will share tonight. His body was a study in tension: a clenched
jaw, hands tightly folded into fists pressed against his sides and long
stares intense enough to bore holes through the deckplate. After
what seemed an eternity, the doors opened on her deck.
"Vorik! We have been looking for you!" Paris' jolly face
filled his view. The blond man familiarly clasped him the intense
Vulcan man on the shoulder backing him into the turbo lift.
"Yeah. We even have the guitar already for you. We won't take
no for an answer. You have avoided the last three parties." Kim held
up three fingers to emphasize his point, combining his determination with
Tom's.
Vorik surrendered, knowing full well to refuse might have betrayed his
original destination and intentions. He reluctantly joined the party.
But a week later, something happened. A curious sensation began to pervade
the young man's mind and body. This time it was recognizable and very welcomed.
Despite being 11 months early, it was the mating time, his Pon Farr.
In hind sight, perhaps this was the reason he had been so easily aroused
by the mere sway of her hips, the movement of her lips and her very bad
poetry.
the end..
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He would have been satisfied with those sentiments. But she continued
to speak to his heart ...
