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!newsread.com!newsstand.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: <00c601c4e3da$386e87c0$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, 2/2 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 203 Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 03:55:03 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1103255703 209.198.142.218 (Thu, 16 Dec 2004 22:55:03 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 22:55:03 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86016 X-Received-Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 19:55:07 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) 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. Part 2: She gulped, "what are you doing?" "You are wet as well," he explained, pulling the shirt off her shoulders and tossing it atop his pile of clothes. He looked cursively at the elastic garment covering over her bosom. He massaged his hands up and down her arms. "And cold," he said, reaching for the clasp of her trousers next. Amanda grabbed his hands, stilling them. "Maybe a hot shower would take away the chills?" "An excellent suggestion. Come." He tried to pull her after him by his hold on her trousers. "No!" Amanda exclaimed, then reigned in her panic. "I mean, why don't you go ahead, and I'll take care of these wet clothes." "A waste of resources," said Sarek, still tugging at her to come along. "It is also more efficient if we assist each other in getting warm." When she still wouldn't budge, he tried a different tactic. "Here, allow me to assist." He began separating the seal that kept her trousers closed. "No!" Amanda cried out, frantically trying to slap his hands away, but he was undeterred. "No, no, no, no. . ." She grabbed his wrists, trying to pry them off her clothes. Sarek stopped, but refused to vanquish his hold on her. When Amanda glanced up at him, she finally noticed the tiny curve at the corners of Sarek mouth. "Oh, you!" She let out a sigh of relief and playfully punched at his chest. Sarek grabbed her hands, holding them down while he pulled her close to him. "Do not tell me untruths," he scolded gently. Amanda shook her head vigorously. "I won't." She laughed again. Then she noticed how close he was, his face mere inches from hers. His breath warmed her cheek; his expression turned serious, as did hers. Amanda shuddered as his hands again began their travels up her arms to cup her shoulders. Sarek moved closer, and Amanda instinctively moved towards him, her face tilting up. They both paused, uncertain as their eyes locked. Then, without ever breaking eye contact, they both leaned forward to touch lips. Sarek pulled slightly back, breathless. Amanda closed her eyes and leaned further forward, waiting. He didn't disappoint. Sarek kissed her again, harder this time, more sure of himself. He pulled her against him, her hands slipping inside the open robe to wrap tightly around his back. Amanda slipped her tongue between his lips, deepening the kiss and eliciting a torturous moan from Sarek. He pulled away, breaking the kiss, and rested his forehead against her. His eyes were shut tight, his expression almost painful. Amanda sprinkled kisses across his cheek and down his neck, nuzzling the edge of the robe away to nibble his collar bone. "Amanda," Sarek breathed. "Hmm. . .?" She stopped, nuzzling her face into his throat. "It's okay," she reassured him. "I want to. . .and I know you do." She chewed her bottom lip to hide a smile over his evident state of arousal. Sarek sighed, pulling away enough to look her in the eyes. He nodded. "I do, but I want so much more. I want everything," he warned her. Amanda almost coughed as the thudding of her heart took her breath away. Elation swept through her. "Me too," she whispered. Sarek's face lightened, and now it was he who released a pent-up breath. Then he smiled; nothing big, but a real smile. A smile unlike anything she had ever seen on him before. It didn't last long, a brief second, then his training took over and his face was impassive again, but it was a sight that she would never forget, not through all of time or space. ~~**~~ Oh, yes I remember it well. "Amanda," Sarek called to his wife, who was sitting on their bed, staring out the window of their embassy bedroom. It was pouring out, and the rain beat heavily against the reinforced glass, causing a thunderous noise to fill the room. "Amanda," he repeated louder, finally drawing her attention. Amanda took a deep breath, blinking rapidly as she was pulled from her daydream. "Sorry, I didn't hear you." Sarek nodded. "Forgive my tardiness; our meeting ran longer than expected." He gestured towards the window. "It appears our picnic for today is cancelled." Amanda looked back at the rain, a tender smile gracing her lips. Sarek watched her curiously. "What were you thinking about when I came in?" His curiosity increased ten-fold as a blush crawled over his wife's fine features -- age had left its mark, a few wrinkles and mostly all grey hair, but her beauty was ageless. "I was remembering another time when unexpected rains disrupted our picnic." An indistinct noise emitted from deep within his throat, then Sarek moved to sit on the bed beside his wife. "Yes, and if memory serves," he turned his head to watch her profile, "we found. . .other activities to occupy our time the rest of that day." He reached up to stroke his paired fingers across her cheek. Amanda squeezed his leg affectionately. "Yes, and the rest of that night. . .and well into the next morning." She chuckled fondly, relishing in the amusement mirrored in Sarek's glance. Sarek took a deep breath, his tone speculative. "I am free the rest of this night. . .and all of tomorrow, I believe." He raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Me too," she whispered, repeating those words from long ago. And then he smiled. . . Finis [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: