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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW CORR: It's All Relative [TOS, Sa/Am, Soran, Al, Nel, T'Sar, K, S/NC-17] 6/8
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PART 6 [CORRECTED VERSION]

Disclaimers in Part 1

The next morning, Soran accessed his computer terminal and found that Spock
had arranged Conference Room 4 for their use and mentioned that he would be
waiting for the diplomatic party in Transporter Room 2 at 0800 hours, ship's
time, along with his grandparents.  Soran acknowledged the message and left
to inform the ambassador.

Sarek was sound asleep, but his mind was jumbled.  He had mediated before
retiring, and while it had improved his disposition, he found his rest was
still disturbed by the constant concern over these negotiations.  His mind
raced though scenario after scenario, estimating all the possible factors
and the appropriate solutions that could be employed.

In his mind's eye he was at the conference standing face to face with
Kezule, the Celles V leader.  They were having a heated argument, the topic
unknown in the disjointed world of his subconscious, but things were out of
hand.  Sarek watched as he was grabbed about the throat by the large
Cellesian and effortlessly tossed upon the conference table beside them.
Kezule held him down, slowly cutting his air supply as Sarek helplessly
struggled to free himself.  The Cellesian leaned down, his face centimeters
from Sarek's, as he growled something in his native language that Sarek
could not understand.

Sarek closed his eyes, struggling to maintain some control and to regulate
his breathing to make it more efficient.  He tried to prevent the cloud of
unconsciousness from overcoming him.  Suddenly the pressure eased, the hand
leaving his throat to trail its way down his chest, and Sarek gratefully
took large gulps of air into his lungs.

When a pair of wet, coarse lips pressed hard upon his own and a hand brushed
his robe aside to explore his chest, Sarek's eyes flew open, his heart
racing as another threat presented itself to him.  He grabbed Kezule's hand,
yanking it away, but froze at the sight of the long, delicate fingers that
adorned the large muscular arm.  He noticed the ring, his clan's ring, which
was perched upon the soft, manicured digit.

"Shhhhh," a light, feminine voice emitted from the being before him.

Sarek looked up at his attacker as Kezule's face slowly melted to be
replaced by that of his wife.  Amanda leaned down and pressed another kiss
against his lips.  This time the touch was soft and supple, her taste fresh
and familiar.  It was now her soft touch that penetrated his robe's closures
to rub against his chest suggestively.

Sarek looked around him frantically, but he was no longer in the Cellesian
conference house.  He was in a hotel room, the penthouse suite of the
Rassian Hotel on Vega II to be exact, where he and Amanda had spent their
first intimate weekend together many years ago. Gone was the hard table
beneath him, now replaced by the large, fluffy pillows that covered the
king-sized bed.

Confused, Sarek muttered something indiscernible which Amanda ignored as she
lay herself so she could feast upon his flesh more easily.  Sarek laid his
head back enjoying her ministrations as she worked her way down his torso.
When she freed him from his trousers, his eyes closed, eagerly awaiting the
cool wetness he knew would soon envelope him.

She took him in her mouth, rolling her tongue around his shaft and running
her teeth along the underside, then gently nipping at the head before
swallowing him once more.  Sarek moaned, bucking slightly as his erection
pulsed and throbbed.  He placed his hand upon her head, guiding her
movements and silently encouraging her to take him faster and deeper.  She
obliged, and soon she was sucking him vigorously, her hands stimulating his
balls and bringing him closer to the edge of climax.  When he was almost
there, his pulse rapid and his hips gyrating to his wife's rhythm, she
pulled away.  He groaned in protest, reaching for her, but she evaded his
grasp.

"Are you awake yet?" he heard her ask.

Sarek growled deep in his throat, not hearing her, and not caring what she
had said.  They could talk later.  He reached for her again, but she pushed
his hands down to his side.

"Sarek, wake up, love."

Sarek's eyes opened, and again he was disoriented and confused.  Amanda was
with him, dressed only in a robe, which was pushed open enough to reveal the
swell of her breasts; but they weren't on Vega II.  They were on the
Enterprise.  Sarek sat up quickly, eyeing his wife suspiciously.  "What?" he
asked hastily.

Amanda laughed.  "You were sound asleep, darling.  Not that you weren't
being completely cooperative, but I prefer you awake."

"Indeed," Sarek agreed hesitantly, wondering how much was real and how much
had only been a dream.  Eyeing her breast as it peeked from the opening of
her robe, he decided it was hardly relevant at the moment.  He reached out
to rub his thumb across her hardened nipple, eliciting a gasp from his wife.
"Where did we leave off, t'hy'la?"

Amanda pushed herself into his hand, leaning out to stroke his slightly wet
but still very erect cock.  "Somewhere around here, I believe."

Gently, Sarek pushed his wife onto her back before lying atop her.  He
kissed her deeply, his hand roaming across her belly and down her thigh to
play with her clitoris and slide his fingers into her wetness.  Amanda
spread her legs wider, moaning his name as a plea for him to take her.

Suddenly the harsh buzz of the door alarm permeated their intimate cocoon,
and Amanda moaned disappointingly.  "No, Sarek!"

Sarek stopped, torn.  He decided to ignore the alarm.  Turning back to his
wife, he kissed her as he lifted himself, ready to enter her.  The door
buzzer sounded again, more persistently this time, pulling Sarek's attention
away.  He stared in the direction of the door, as though he could somehow
learn who was there and what they wanted, then the buzzer sounded for a
third time.  Sighing audibly, Sarek looked at his wife apologetically,
trying to ignore the anger that filled her eyes.  "Forgive me," he implored,
"I cannot ignore this.  It might concern the negotiations."

He left the bed, pulling his robes back on and running his fingers quickly
through his hair to tidy it as much as possible.  He spared a quick glance
at his wife, but she was covered beneath the blankets, her back turned to
him and her disappointment palpable.

Sarek pressed the door release, and Soran quickly entered the quarters.
"Ambassador," he stated as a greeting while he briskly spread an assortment
of PADDs out upon the desk.  "Spock has arranged a meeting with the
Cellesians for 0800 in Conference Room 4.  That does not allow us much time
to finalize our strategy before we'll need to get ready."  He looked up,
noticing for the first time Sarek's haggard appearance.  "Is something
amiss?"

Sarek shook his head, pulling his thoughts away from the woman left in his
bed, his mind focusing all its energies on the business at hand.  "No," he
said, "I am just waking up."

Soran looked through the mesh divider at Amanda, who was still in bed, and
saw her glaring at him.  He looked away, uncomfortable.  "I see.  At any
rate, I had hoped that these arguments could be used today."

When they had their strategy set, Soran left them to dress for the
conference while he prepared himself; by the time he returned to Sarek's
quarters, both the ambassador and Amanda were resplendent in their robes of
office.

"Shall we meet our guests?" Sarek asked.  He and Amanda swept out of the
room and down the corridor towards the transporter room.

"Sarek," Amanda's voice wafted up from behind him and both the Vulcan males
stopped to see what she wanted.  "Considering that we are attempting to
convince these people to treat their women as equals, don't you think it
would be more appropriate for me to walk beside you, instead of behind you
as I normally do?"

The men shared an amused glance before Sarek looked at his wife with mock
seriousness.  "No," he intoned before turning back around, ending the
discussion as the men continued their walk towards the transporter room.
They heard her frustrated tsk before she rushed to catch up to them, pushing
her way between the two men.

"Why not?" she demanded.

Sarek didn't slow, but answered his wife as patronizingly as he could,
"Because, Amanda, as I have explained numerous times over the years, your
position behind me is tradition and not indicative of your current status as
my chattel, I mean consort."  He placed his hand against her midriff and
gently pushed her back behind him.

Soran raised an eyebrow, aware that the ambassador was teasing Amanda, but
unsure of the wisdom of such this soon before an important conference.  He
heard Amanda's affronted gasp and attempted to soothe her ire before things
got out of hand.  "I'm sure you remember, T'sai, that your position behind
your bondmate is traditionally for your protection, and actually indicates
your importance."

"I suppose," Amanda relented, spacing herself the ritual three paces behind
her mate.

Sarek almost shook his head at his friend's cowardice.  Soran in many ways
was a born diplomat himself, always trying to avoid confrontation.  Even
after all these years he didn't understand the...perks...Sarek received from
his skirmishes with Amanda, when they were alone, of course.  Not willing to
let her off that easily, Sarek casually tossed out another verbal volley.
"That is one theory, anyway."  He glanced back at his wife, satisfied at the
color that infused her face, revealing her irritation.

"Sarek...you..." she sputtered incoherently for a moment," you're such an
ass!"

This caused both Vulcans to stop and look at her astonishingly.  Sarek
watched her, head tilted contemplatively as he struggled to conceal a smile.
"Soran, I believe that is T'Sar waiting down the corridor by the transporter
room's entrance.  Perhaps you would be agreeable to awaiting me there?"

Once they were alone, Sarek stepped close to his wife to speak with her
privately.  "Now, beloved, was that supposed to be an insult, or do you
actually believe I am a member of the Terran equus asinus family?"  His
attempt at humor went unappreciated so he raised his paired fingers to her
in atonement, but she refused to reciprocate.

"You're a jerk sometimes, you know that?"

"Beloved."

"I believe I have a very valid point, and--"

"Yes, you do," Sarek interrupted, placing his fingers lightly upon her lips
to still them, "because it is true that to offworlders our rituals often
seem chauvinistic, and perhaps sometimes they are, but in this instance it
is of little relevance."

"Why?" she demanded shortly.

Sarek quirked an eyebrow.  "Because, my wife, the Enterprise's corridors are
of a very finite width.  How do you intend for all of us to walk
side-by-side in order to indicate our equality?  Or were you proposing that
we ask the Cellesian leader to walk behind us on the tour?"

Amanda looked around her, loath to acknowledge his logic.  "I'm just saying
I think it might be a good idea for me, or any of the women, to be more
involved in this conference than we normally would be.  Just to show we're
respected."

Sarek nodded thoughtfully.  "I was unaware that I had ever, in any way,
stifled your involvement previously, my wife; however, you are certainly
welcome to interject your thoughts during the Cellesians' visit whenever you
feel the need."

"I shall do so, thank you," Amanda said, primly accepting his offered
fingers this time, as the couple resumed their stroll, side by side.

Without missing a beat, Sarek couldn't resist one last tease.  "You will not
feel the need too often, I trust?"  He moved deftly out of the way as Amanda
attempted to twist his fingers as penance.  As soon as they approached the
transporter room; however, both were all business again.

Once they reached their destination, they met Spock and Captain Kirk as well
as the elder Grayson couple.

Kirk turned to Lt. Commander Scott and said, "Energize, but make sure any
particle weapons are disabled."

Sarek stepped forward.  "Captain, they do not carry particle weapons, only
swords and long blades."  Just as Sarek finished, the Cellesians - all six
of them, with more coming - materialized on the pads.

Sarek and Kirk stepped forward, hands raised to their shoulders with their
palms out in the Cellesian gesture of greeting.  The Clan leader, a
two-meter-tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward, raising his hands in
greeting.  "There's more of us," he stated curtly.

"Ready to energize again," Scotty said softly.

Captain Kirk, his voice oozing charm, said, "As soon as your people are off
the transporter pads, we can bring them up."

"Please step over here," Sarek said, gesturing beside him.

They did, and Scotty brought the next four up.

"Now bring the Inconsequentials," the Clan leader ordered.  "There are five
of them."

When Scotty finished energizing, five lithe women stood on the platform,
eyes scanning the room quickly.

Sarek turned to his son, impressive in his dress uniform and medals and
said, "This is my son, Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise."  Gesturing
behind him, he added, "This is my wife, Amanda, and beside her are my
respected parents-by-marriage, Alfred and Nell Grayson.  Honoured family,
this is Clan Leader Kezule."  All of the ambassador's party bowed
respectfully to the Cellesians, who bowed slightly back.

Kezule only introduced the males in his party, his father, Kekilt, and his
son, Kesep.  The remainder of the party consisted of nephews and junior
members of the Clan.

Through a previous arrangement, the entire diplomatic party, including Kirk,
gave the tour of the ship.  Sarek emphasized that his son was the First
Officer of this mighty vessel.  Al Grayson added that Spock was a
well-respected "warrior" among the Federation and that he was not to be
trifled with.

During the tour of the ship, Sarek thought that his guests seemed impressed.
They asked Spock a number of questions about the weaponry of the vessel and
its engines.

They finally ended the tour at the conference room.  Captain Kirk took his
leave of the diplomatic party, who entered the large room.  Sarek was
pleased that the ship's crew had set up the table and chairs almost exactly
as they were down on Celles V.  Soran was very thorough, he thought.

The women of the Federation team, namely T'Sar, Nell, and Amanda, sat at the
table with their husbands.  The Cellesian women did not, but certainly eyed
the Federation women with apparent envy.

Sarek watched the Cellesian leader as he watched when Amanda assumed her
place beside him at the table.  Kezule had been eyeing his wife throughout
the tour, but Sarek was unsure of what might be going through the Clan
leader's mind.  To be safe, Sarek made sure he kept himself physically
between Amanda and the Cellesians during the tour, but he was encouraged
when Kezule both acknowledged and responded to his wife's comments.

When all were seated, some Enterprise crewmembers served drinks and
appetizers to which the Cellesian men dove in.  The Cellesian women
maintained their positions standing behind their men dishing up their food
or removing their empty plates when told to.  The conversation remained
cordial, comprised mainly of Spock and Kesep continuing their earlier
discussion of the ship's weaponry and various military strategies while
Sarek and Kezule observed each other and their parties' reactions to the
proceedings.

Finally ignoring their sons' conversation, Kezule addressed Sarek quietly.
"Your mate is Earthling, is she not?"

"Yes, she is," Sarek answered simply.

Kezule studied her a moment longer then turned to Al.  "What did the
ambassador offer you in exchange for your daughter?"

Al's jaw dropped, but he quickly recovered himself.  "Ya know, he didn't
give me a damn thing for her!" he joked.

"Oh, brother!" Sarek heard Amanda mutter under her breath as Kezule studied
her.

"Why did her own men not want her?"

"They did," Sarek assured him.

"They still do, thank you very much," Amanda snipped from her place beside
Sarek.

"Of course they do, Aduna."  Sarek attempted to placate Amanda before
turning his attention back to the Cellesian leader.  "Forgive my
father-by-marriage, he teases you.  Earth women are free to choose whom they
want for mate, and Amanda chose me; we chose each other," he amended.

"I still think you could have given me something for her.  She's my only
daughter and all."

"I paid for your trip to Risa, did I not?" Sarek quipped.

Al laughed.  "Yeah, but that was a Christmas present; it doesn't count."

By this time, everyone else at the table had turned their attention to the
two leaders, and after receiving a nod of approval from his father, Kezule
turned the talks to the business at hand.

During the talks, Sarek led the Federation team, but occasionally, Spock
would whisper some point he had observed into Sarek's ear, just as the elder
Kekilt had done to his son, the Clan leader, Kezule.  The points were minor
to the actual negotiations, but were valuable observations of the
Cellesians.

One contentious spot was finally reached: the education of females.  Sarek
used logic, persuasion, even threats, but the Cellesians were not interested
in educating at least half of their population.  The women were to cook and
be bred, nothing else, in their opinion.

"Women can still cook and breed with an education, Kezule.  Every race in
the Federation is evidence of that."

"Education is expensive, Ambassador.  Why should we spend our resources to
educate the Inconseq...the women, when they are capable of performing their
duties without reading or writing?"

Sarek paused a moment to collect his thoughts.  At least he had dropped the
term 'Inconsequentials'; that was one step in the right direction.  "The
Federation is willing to share the expense, Leader Kezule.  And once your
females are educated you will have doubled your workforce, which means you
have potentially doubled your production capabilities which will result in
more revenue for your people."  He could see the Cellesian leader was
unmoved.  "If nothing else, then the educated women can take over the more
menial positions, allowing your men to devote their energy to more important
tasks."

The elder Cellesian leaned over to whisper to Kezule, and soon the men were
involved in an urgent conference amongst themselves.  Sarek and Soran
exchanged helpless looks, waiting for the Cellesians' decision.  Kezule had
earlier agreed to no longer allow the women to be beaten or killed by their
mates, but that wasn't far enough.  Federation guidelines were strict on
this issue.  Sarek felt Kezule was on the edge teetering towards giving in,
but he was at a loss on how to tip the scale, until Spock again whispered in
his ear.

"Perhaps mention that if the women were better educated, they would be able
to provide healthier meals through the learning of nutrition.  This would
ensure their boys will grow into stronger, healthier men," Spock said
softly.

Sarek leaned back and turned to his son, saying, "You have something you
would like to add, Spock?"  The tone of Sarek's voice contained no malice,
and no frustration.  The eminent ambassador realized that Spock had more to
offer on this point than he did.

Amanda looked at her mate carefully, wondering if Sarek was being facetious.
She soon realized that he wasn't.  He was letting Spock conduct the
negotiations on behalf of the Federation.  This was a huge milestone in
Sarek and Spock's relationship she thought, and smiled encouragingly at her
son.

The Cellesians had stopped their conference, apparently noting that
something unique was occurring at the table now, and interested to see what
new tactic the Vulcans were imploring.  Hesitantly, Spock steepled his hands
on the table top, unconsciously duplicating his father's mannerism, as he
commanded the attention of everyone in the room and made his own
presentation.

~~**~~




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