Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!news-xfer.newsread.com!yellow.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <00bf01c4e3d9$fcafe210$2f01a8c0@Darling> From: "Saidicam29" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW: Rain Warp, Sa/Am, PG, 1/2 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 302 Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 03:55:02 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1103255702 209.198.142.218 (Thu, 16 Dec 2004 22:55:02 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 22:55:02 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86015 X-Received-Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 19:55:07 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Here's a fic I jotted down the past couple of days. It's short, but at least I managed to finally finish one! Title: Rain Warp Author: Saidicam29 Codes: Sa/Am Rating: PG13 Summary: There are pleasant ways to spend a rainy day. Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount Pictures. The ideas presented in this story are mine. Acknowledgements: Thanks to Selek for the beta. Thanks to T'Sia and Yen for making me write the "rain story", and another big thanks to Yen for taking a mallet to my sentence structure. ~~**~~ Young women have a duty to flirt. . . Amanda searched the crowd for Sarek, nodding politely to courteous acknowledgments from attendees passing by as she scanned the room. She finally spotted the ambassador across the room, in the midst of a huddle of diplomats in earnest discussion. She waited, watching him in hopes he'd look up and catch her eye, but his gaze never wavered from whoever was speaking at the time. With a sigh and a shrug Amanda gave up and headed out the embassy doors. She was two-thirds of the way down the walk when she heard his baritone voice calling her name. She turned, waiting for him to catch up; a cold wind blew across the grounds. Shivering slightly, Amanda turned the collar of her coat up, her hands fisting against her throat to keep it place against the chill. She smiled politely when he caught up with her. "Is something amiss?" he asked, his eyes searching her face carefully. Amanda's eyes widened in surprise. "No, nothing's amiss." "You did not stay long," he pointed out. Two hours seemed plenty long to Amanda. Besides, it was after ten. "I have an early class. . ." Sarek took a deep breath, clasping his hands loosely at his waist; he tilted his head as he watched her speculatively. Amanda avoided his reproving stare. "I. . .would have said goodbye, but you were rather unavailable, at the time," she hedged. "Yes," Sarek said regrettably. "That tends to happen." "I understand." Amanda released her collar, tucking a strand of hair that had come loose behind her ear. "I saw Soran on the way out, I told him." Sarek nodded, still watching her. "I had a good time," she offered. "Excellent," he murmured, "then you will come again?" Amanda didn't miss the eagerness in his eyes. Smiling coyly, Amanda looked away as though considering. "Perhaps," she said lightly. Sarek lifted an eyebrow, and waited until she looked back at him. "I would prefer a less ambiguous answer," he said softly, moving closer to her. Amanda's smile turned into a grin. "I haven't decided yet." "I see," Sarek said as he straightened to his full height, his voice becoming harder, more professional. "And what do you require in order to reach a decision at this time?" Amanda laughed, despite her best efforts not to. "Are you always so blunt in your negotiations, Mr. Ambassador?" Sarek's faced closed a little, becoming very solemn. "When it is important." Amanda's smile faded, her breath caught. "You really want to know what I want?" she asked softly. When he nodded, she said, "I want. . .one afternoon, with you, alone; no presidents, no diplomats, no aides. . .and no documents. We'll. . .have a picnic, in an empty field somewhere, and talk." Sarek considered her request, his eyes turning gentle. "Agreed," he murmured. A movement beyond her range of focus caught her attention, and Amanda looked over Sarek's shoulder to see Soran coming down the walk towards them. "I think you need to get back to your guests, Ambassador." Sarek glanced back, then with an apologetic look in Amanda's direction, and a promise to see her tomorrow, he headed back towards the embassy. ~~**~~ When the sky is clear, carry an umbrella. . . The door to Amanda's cottage burst inwards, and a very wet school teacher rushed in to escape from an unexpected late April shower. She spun around, frantically waving to her companion to get inside. "Hurry!" Sarek rushed through the door, holding a small wicker basket over his head in a useless attempt to keep dry. Amanda shut the door and quickly took the basket from him. "Oh. . .you're soaked!" She rushed off to get towels, very worried he might become ill. "I should have listened to the weather forecasts!" she said furiously. She would never forgive herself if Sarek became sick from the cold rains. Sarek stood dripping wet in the center of Amanda's kitchen, helplessly lifting the edge of his soaked tunic, unsure whether to wring it out, or let it drip bit by bit. He removed his shoes, placing them upside down beside Amanda's door to drain. He was chilled to the bone, and momentarily his controls lapsed permitting a shiver to course up his spine and through his limbs. "Here," Amanda came back, her arms full. She dumped everything into his arms. "Dry yourself with the towels, and then put on the robe. I bought it for my father for his birthday next week, but you can use it. It should fit you." His hands full, Sarek stared at the robe on top of the towels. He shook his head. "This is a gift for your father--" "Now, none of that; you need to get out of those wet clothes, pronto." Resigned, wet, and freezing, Sarek complied reluctantly. He set the towels and robe on the counter beside Amanda, and began peeling his wet clothes from his body. First he removed his tunic, and then he slowly peeled his pants down his legs, pulling his feet out of the sloshy pile. He grabbed a towel, and after scrubbing the dampness from his hair, he rubbed the fabric across his chest and down each leg. He straightened, wrapping the very damp towel about his shoulders, and then he noticed Amanda was staring at him. He froze, his brows rising slowly. He wondered if there was a problem. "Amanda?" Startled, Amanda forced her eyes back up to his face with a furious blush on her own. "I'm sorry," she said effusively. His brows settling down; he took a moment to consider the situation. His eyes backtracked the path hers had taken from his face down to his. . . He released a deep breath. "Forgive me," he turned his back to her and quickly dried off, then reached for the robe behind him. "I forget humans are modest regarding their bodies." "No," Amanda quickly reassured him. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have stared." She smiled nervously. "It doesn't bother me." Sarek slipped his arms into the robe, then looked at her over his shoulder with a dubious expression. "Indeed?" "Really," Amanda insisted. Sarek pursed his lips thoughtfully. "That is refreshing." He turned back to face her, not bothering to close the robe over his front. The way her eyes automatically traveled down and then to snapped back to his face didn't escape his attention. He lifted a brow and moved towards her. Her eyes widened with every step he took. Standing in front of her, Sarek reached out and began unbuttoning her shirt. 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