Received: from [66.218.66.157] by n25.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 25 Jan 2004 18:28:47 -0000 X-Sender: sil@sileya.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 27881 invoked from network); 25 Jan 2004 18:28:46 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.166) by m17.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 25 Jan 2004 18:28:46 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta5.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 25 Jan 2004 18:28:46 -0000 Received: from max (as2-d7-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.103]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i0PIRxpd008379 for ; Sun, 25 Jan 2004 13:27:59 -0500 Message-ID: <005901c3e371$05bd2f80$67e1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 5.50.4133.2400 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Sileya" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2004 12:28:24 -0600 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW CORR: It's All Relative [TOS, Sa/Am, Soran, Al, Nel, T'Sar, K, S/NC-17] 8/8 Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 PART 8 [CORRECTED VERSION] Disclaimers in Part 1 What turned out to be the final day of talks was back on Celles V. The Cellesians had finally signed the agreement, including the part about educating the women and girls. Sarek was exhausted but extremely satisfied at this accomplishment. He and Soran had worked very hard at these negotiations and it finally paid off. He then realized that if it hadn't been for his family's participation, the agreement would never have been signed. Captain Kirk finally gave Chapel and Uhura the green light to organize another Christmas party to celebrate their success. Sarek accepted his kind invitation to the festivities on behalf of the delegation and his own family. The rec room had been completely decorated in a Christmas motif. T'Sar had never been to a Christmas party before, but Soran had and thoroughly briefed his wife on the subject. The party was in full swing when the diplomatic party arrived. Al and Nell, who had brought Spock's favourite pinwheel cookies, sought out their grandson and found him beside Kirk and McCoy. "Over here," Al yelled to the others, who made their way slowly through the crowd to their grandson's location. When Sarek and Amanda finally made their way through the crowd, Al and Nell shoved drinks into their hands. Crewmen were passing out trays of Christmas treats, such as cinnamon buns, mincemeat tarts, and cakes. Sarek looked at Amanda and took a cinnamon bun, biting into it and savouring the taste. Soran looked at his friend, and indulged as well. T'Sar took one and sniffed at it. "This contains cinnamon," she said. "I am aware of that," Soran replied. "I believe I am allowed this considering how hard both the ambassador and I have worked lately." "Be careful," his wife cautioned. "You know what that does to you." Amanda eyed her husband carefully as he took another bun, but said nothing. He could eat all the cinnamon he wanted, as far as she was concerned! The sugar would give him a hangover tomorrow, but nothing he couldn't get rid of with a short healing trance, she reasoned. Kirk and the other Starfleet officers took over a corner of the room that had chairs and motioned for the others to sit. Uhura and Chapel, as well as Scotty, joined the ambassador and his wife, Soran and his wife, the Graysons, Spock, and McCoy. They all made themselves comfortable on the couches that formed a semi-circle. Kirk left the group for a few minutes and talked to the officer in charge of the food and drink, telling him to keep both coming to their corner. He knew that other members of his crew would want to see the Vulcan ambassador, and the corner he chose made him available, but still maintained a sense of privacy as well. "Oh, and bring some hot chocolate as well," Kirk added. He knew Spock had some on special occasions. "Certainly, sir," the lieutenant replied. Soran and Sarek told of their success in the Cellesian system and how changes were starting slowly for the women and children on Celles V. They were also pleased to announce that Kezule both offered and seemed confident that he would be able to convince the other Cellesian planets to adapt to the Federation's guidelines as well. It'd take time, but it looked like the whole system would eventually become members of the Federation. It was clear the Vulcans were very satisfied with their performance, and they had every right to be. Amanda picked up a piece of chocolate cake, but before she had a chance to take a bite, Sarek broke off a piece and popped it in his mouth. Spock's eyebrow rose at his father's behaviour, but he said nothing. Sarek went on to regale the group by telling stories of Spock's birth and some of his childhood antics as he stole yet another piece of Amanda's cake. She sighed and simply handed the plate to him and got herself another piece. As the evening wore on, many officers left as they had either to go on shift or to bed for an early shift in the morning. Those that came off shift came to the party and settled into their own little groups, talking, and laughing. Sarek and Soran were definitely relaxed by now, their stories becoming more personal, and more embarrassing, as the night wore on. Amanda had indulged more than her usual as well tonight, and thought it a perfect opportunity to dispel some of Spock's myths about his father. "Sarek, tell us the story about when you and Soran were drunk for the first time?" she asked innocently, looking at her son to see his reaction. After all, she was relaxed too. "You were intoxicated?" T'Sar asked stiffly, gazing at her mate disapprovingly. Soran flushed green and took another bite of his cinnamon bun. Taking a sip of his hot coco, he said, "That was an unforgettable experience. We were twenty point five years old at the time." "Twenty point five-six, as I recall," Sarek amended. "Indeed. That was the first time I had any kind of casual contact with humans. It was. educational." Spock leaned forward taking another pinwheel cookie as he waited for the two Vulcans to continue. "It was after my last class of the day," Sarek continued, "and I was to meet Soran for end meal. Two human males came up to me and invited me to a party. On behalf of Soran, I accepted. I had not planned on doing my homework until the next day and a party sounded interesting." He leaned toward Soran and said, "My last class of that day was on Interplanetary Relations so I thought I could apply my lessons from class with the humans at the party." "Indeed," Soran said. Continuing the story, he said, "I met Sarek and the two humans by the water fountain in Surak's Square where I was informed of the party. We followed the humans to their house where they served us many kinds of cakes and ale." "We indulged ourselves," Sarek said, taking over from Soran. "After a time, we felt light-headed, but we remained unconcerned. We kept eating the cakes and drinking the ale. Then all of a sudden, I felt ill." "Very ill," Soran corrected. "As did I." "I thought Vulcans were unaffected by alcohol?" McCoy questioned. "At least, that's what Spock always tells us." "It was not the ale that affected us, but the cakes," Soran said. "More precisely, it was the sugar in the cakes that 'did us in', as the saying goes," Sarek clarified. Continuing the story, Soran said, "We decided that we had to go home and departed. It was clear that our condition would not allow us to pilot a flitter back to our residences so we started to walk. We had done it before many times and felt we could do so again." "We did more falling than walking for the first part," Sarek said, "at least I did. When we were halfway home, Soran decided that it would be logical to sing. We did so - at the top of our lungs. We reasoned that if we enjoyed the song, others would as well. We were incorrect." By this time Amanda was giggling in near hysterics, and Spock looked about to join her. "The local constabulary confronted us and asked about our illogical and disruptive behaviour. We explained that we had been to a Terran party and were taking the responsible action of walking home instead of taking our flitter." "My flitter," Sarek corrected. "My red one; the one I built from scratch. That one." Soran looked at his friend. "Whatever. The flitter." Kirk, who happened to be in the process of taking a sip from his eggnog, almost did a spit take. Swallowing hard he looked at McCoy, stunned. "Whatever?" he mouthed silently, to which the doctor shrugged then pointed to the Vulcan's plate. It was still half full with a variety of baked goods. Sarek took another bite of chocolate cake and continued. "The constable agreed with our logic about walking, but instructed us to lower our voices and quit singing. We said that the songs were not offensive, and that we were within our rights to sing on a public street. He disagreed. He called our behaviour disorderly, and he stated that he would remove us to the station if we did not comply with his orders. We did not comply to his satisfaction, apparently, as he took us back to the station and put us in a cell." "Once we were there," Soran said, "we were allowed one comm call each. I called my father to get us, but he denied my request. He said that a night in the cells would be a learning experience for me. I disagreed. He closed the connection." Soran shrugged slightly. "I called Skon, and he agreed to come and get us, but he added that an ambassador's son should not humiliate his family by being drunk and disorderly in public. He said he would arrive when he was able, but to make myself comfortable until then. He mentioned that it could be a long wait." Spock grunted non-committedly, then nodded knowingly. Apparently he had had similar comm calls with Sarek at some point. McCoy vowed then and there to learn them all, even if it took the remainder of the five-year mission to do it! Sarek looked at his son fondly, remembering his own situations where he disciplined Spock as he was disciplined by his own father. Then he continued, "Three hours later, he arrived and was most unimpressed with us. He took Soran home first." "And my father met me at the door. He was also not pleased. He lectured me for twenty minutes, and I never heard a word of it. My sole concentration was on not vomiting on his shoes. Finally, he allowed me to go to my room that I shared with my brother." Turning to the Starfleet officers, he said, "There are five children in my family. I slept like an Orion slug." Sarek continued the story. "We went home, and I was lectured for forty-five minutes. Skon explained to me that I was a disgrace to the family and the Clan and that I had humiliated him like no other family member had ever done. I attempted to assure him that there were no holovids at the party, but he was not interested in my opinion. He let me go to my room and I, also, slept deeply. The next thing I remember was my father pulling me out of bed at his usual rising time, leaving me on the floor. I was still very ill at that time. After several attempts at getting me up, he finally left me alone, but he was unsympathetic to my suffering." The humans in the group laughed until their sides hurt. "Oh man," Al said, wiping tears from his eyes, "I can sure relate to that!" "Indeed," Sarek murmured, gazing flirtatiously at his wife. Amanda sat there with a smile on her lips, her face flushed a deep red. Spock, who was as amused as his companions, watched his parents, bemused. His father usually never allowed himself to indulge to this extent and never in front of others. Noticing his mother's embarrassment at his father's flirtatious glances, Spock averted his eyes. That's when he noticed it was more than Sarek's gaze that was bothering Amanda. While Sarek continued his conversation with the rest of the party, his hands had found an activity of their own underneath the table. Amanda helplessly tried to still his roaming hands as Sarek rubbed her thigh suggestively. Spock quickly looked away, finding a sudden interest in the decorations lining the far wall of the rec room. After having had his hands swatted several times, Sarek stood and addressed the crowd. "I must leave now as I am.fatigued." Amanda didn't buy that for a second. He'd been indulging in chocolate and cinnamon all night long, but she stood as well, crossing her fingers with her husband's. They left and went to their quarters, fingers, and now minds, linked. The party watched them leave, the humans looking at each other knowingly and shaking their heads in bewilderment. At this time Soran also stood to leave. "I believe we should retire as well, my wife." He held his hand out, fingers paired. "For what purpose?" T'Sar eyed him warily, displeased at the men's lack of propriety in both their behavior and choice of anecdotes. Soran faltered, eyeing the half finished cinnamon roll on his plate meaningfully. "I, too, am feeling...er...fatigued, my wife. Attend me." T'Sar followed his gaze to the roll, her lips pursing disapprovingly. "Very well," she answered shortly, standing and placing her paired fingers against his. "Then I trust you will be retiring to sleep as soon as possible." Soran sighed audibly, leading his wife from the room while the table behind him snickered at his predicament. ~~**~~ When they finally arrived at their quarters, Sarek quickly wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, pinning her arms beneath his. He pulled her tightly against him, but in his inebriated state, he practically toppled both of them completely over. "Now you can't push me away," he growled in her ear. "I have no intention of doing that!" Amanda exclaimed. Freeing her hands and reaching up to undo the clasps of his tunic, she parted the fabric, sliding it off his shoulders. Under it, his silk shirt begged to be removed. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt and untucked it from his pants. Sarek clumsily tugged at the enclosures of her blouse and finally managed to move it aside, revealing her bra. He fingered her nipples through the lacy fabric until they formed hard peaks. Amanda arched her back to press her breasts into his hands and moaned softly. Just then, the door chimed. Al's voice could be heard as the door swooshed open. Sarek had forgotten to activate the lock, much to his embarrassment. Al walked in and looked at the couple, just as they parted and attempted to cover themselves up. "Oh, Jesus... They're at it again!" he exclaimed. Sarek frantically tried to tuck his shirt into his pants as Al said, "At least you're not covered in straw this time." He winked at his son-in-law. Sarek flushed green and stopped his frantic tucking. He reasoned that there was no use now. He stood there with his shirt open and half-tucked in, and his tunic puddled around his feet. "Is it not customary to knock before entering another's quarters?" Sarek asked. "I did knock! What are ya, deaf?" Al smiled. "You need Dr. McCoy to check your hearing, boy. I have some hearing aids you can use," he chuckled. "Why are you here, Dad?" Amanda asked. "I just wanted to congratulate you again on your success. That's all, I swear. Well, that and to let you know Spock and I were planning to go to the observation lounge for a little tête-à-tête. We thought you might want to join us, but I guess not, eh?" Amanda and Sarek glared at him, then Sarek said, "Thank you, Alfred, but no. I have other plans for tonight." He looked meaningfully at the door, and finally Al left the room, with Sarek locking the door immediately after him. Alone at last, Sarek pulled Amanda closer to him as she ran her fingernails over his nipples, tweaking them to hard pebbles. Sarek untucked his shirttails from his pants and pulled it off his shoulders, depositing it on the floor. He lowered his hands to the clasp of his pants, but she brushed them away, preferring to do it herself. She looked down and saw the bulge in his pants and massaged it with her hand as she opened the fabric, releasing him. Sarek's head rolled back, a groan escaping his lips. "It has been too long, Aduna!" "Yes, it has. No more interruptions, Sarek, and no excuses. You're all mine tonight!" Amanda took his shaft in her hands and stroked the length of it, eliciting drops of pre-cum from the slit. She could feel his ridges flare against her hand as she coated the spongy head with his nectar. "Agreed," Sarek breathed, as he rocked into her hands. His fingers frantically removed her bra, freeing her breasts. Lowering his head, he sucked in a nipple, flicking it with his tongue as he held it gently with his teeth. Amanda moaned, her hands grasping Sarek's hair to hold him tightly against her. His hand lowered to stroke her sex through her clothing as he kneaded her other breast. He struggled with the clasps of her skirt, then finally just ripped them open and parted the rich fabric aside to reveal her lacy underwear. Pushing the material aside, he fingered her clit, eliciting another moan and causing her to buck into his hand. Sarek pulled his cock from her hand, knelt down, removing the last vestiges of her clothes and breathed in her scent deeply. Pushing her back against the desk, he parted her thighs and pushed his face against her mound. He carefully held her nub with his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Amanda groaned, laying back upon the desk and opening herself completely to her husband's questing tongue. Finally, he thrust his tongue deep inside of her, tasting her juices and feeling her buck against the intruding organ. He lifted her legs upon his shoulders, gripping her hips tightly to prevent her from escaping his ministrations as she wiggled from her building orgasm. Sarek held her tightly, relentlessly sucking and licking the soft flesh of her inner thigh and her sex. His own arousal was almost painful with want as he felt it bobbing against his belly every time he thrust his tongue into his wife. Sarek reached up and massaged her breasts, flicking her nipples in time with his pumping tongue. Amanda thrust her head back, moaning his name as she approached the brink. Sarek struggled to lap up her cream as her cum increased along with her climax. She began thrusting against his face wildly, her feet digging into the blades of his shoulders. Unable to wait any longer, Sarek quickly stood, allowing her legs to fall to the floor as he turned her over, bending her face down across the desktop. He centered his rock-hard penis at her wet entrance and impaled her. He slammed into her warmth over and over again, then slowed as he bent forward, reaching for her meld points. Linking them, their intense arousal washed between them, each feeling what the other was experiencing. Amanda's hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, as much to keep her from flying off the surface as to abate some of her sexual energy. Sarek kept slamming into her repeatedly, forcing the moans from her throat against her will. Over and over he thrust, and Amanda could feel her vaginal walls contract around him, attempting to keep him buried within her depths. With nothing to bite, or bury her face in, Amanda pressed her cheek against the desk, gritting her teeth. Her jaw began to ache from the effort not to scream. Sarek felt his testicles contract in preparation for his release and slammed into Amanda yet again. His thrusts were wild and erratic, but deep and pounding as his body readied itself. Suddenly, he stiffened as he shot his hot seed deep within his wife. He thrust once, then again as her vaginal muscles milked his penis of its precious fluid. He looked at his wife; her face was flushed, sweat had broken out across her brow, and her breathing was hard and rapid. As her orgasm also subsided, he watched her release a long breath, groaning as she practiced opening her mouth to flex the mandibular muscles. Pulling out, Sarek gently assisted her off the desk, cradling her against him as he tenderly kissed her forehead before lifting her in his arms and carrying her to their bed. He laid her down on the soft surface and stretched out beside her, wanting to make love to his wife, not just to satisfy his own lust. He lowered his head and kissed her passionately on the mouth, his tongue insisting on dueling with hers. He gently massaged her breasts, then lowered his hand to her still-wet sex, flicking her clit. She languidly spread her legs to allow him access, but he took her hand and lowered it to his semi-erect penis instead. "Touch me," he whispered. "Make me hard for you, beloved." Amanda said, "We'll do it together. Give me your hand." She took his hand and placed it around his hardening shaft, then put her hand around his. Together, they stroked up and down the length of his shaft, alternating pressure as they squeezed some parts and not others. The effect was staggering. Sarek threw back his head and arched his back, stroking faster and faster. As he pumped himself, Amanda removed her hand and kissed the tip, licking off the drops of pre-cum. She took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the cap. Sarek's moan came from deep inside his chest as he spread his legs, inviting her touch. Amanda cupped his balls, fingering the orbs in the loose skin. Her other hand lowered to herself, and she thrust two fingers into her wetness, pumping them in time to Sarek's strokes on himself. "I want to be inside you, beloved," he rasped, letting go of his penis and trying to pull his wife on top of him. "Please, allow this." Amanda removed her own fingers and unsteadily straddled her husband, slowly lowering herself on his stiff organ. When she had impaled herself, he, again, reached up and linked their minds. Amanda lifted herself up until just the tip remained inside of her. As she sat back down, Sarek thrust upwards, deepening the penetration. The sound of slapping flesh and low moans filled the room as their arousal increased and threw them off the precipice of desire. Amanda collapsed on her husband, who slipped out of her warmth; his spent penis lay on his thigh, glistening with her juices. Amanda straightened out her legs, still quivering from the orgasm, and lay on Sarek. She raised herself up on her elbows and stared into his dark eyes. "That was a long time coming," she said. "Indeed. It was as if there was a conspiracy stopping us from intimacy." Sarek gently rolled over to his side, forcing his wife off of his chest. He sat up and tried to get the blankets out from under them, but realized it was a useless endeavor as Amanda was not yet ready to move. He flopped back down on the bed. "We are sticky, my wife. If you wait here, I will return with a warm cloth." Amanda simply nodded, her eyes closed and her breathing becoming deep with sleep. Sarek went into the fresher and got the cloth. He returned and washed his wife, then himself. By coaxing her to move, he finally managed to get the covers out from under her and covered her up after slipping into the bed himself. Sarek was almost asleep when he heard the door chime. Snapping awake, he wondered if there was something wrong with the ship or his son. He quickly, but quietly, got up and covered himself with a robe. Crossing the room, he opened the door. Soran stood on the other side. "What is it, Soran?" Sarek asked. "Is everything all right?" "I am sorry to disturb you at this late hour, Sarek, but I am here as your friend not your aide." "Come in, Soran, but you must be very quiet. Amanda is sleeping." Sarek stepped back from the door to allow Soran to enter. "T'Sar has locked me out of our quarters," Soran said sheepishly. "Why?" Sarek asked. "What did you do?" Soran looked affronted. "I did nothing. She is being totally illogical," he said, defensively. The ambassador looked at his long-time friend with some amusement. Soran was intoxicated. Very intoxicated. "Let me rephrase my question. What are you accused of doing?" Soran straightened up and said, "Eating sugar products and being 'libidinous'. She claims that I am intoxicated. And I am not!" Sarek put his finger against his lips to tell Soran to be quieter. "You'll wake Amanda." "Forgive me. But I am not intoxicated. I'm not!" "I believe you, Soran. Many would not, but I do." Sarek had to get Soran out of his quarters before Amanda woke up. "Sit down here and do not move. Do you understand?" "Of course, I understand. I am not an idiot, you know. I am a diplomat, a government worker. I can follow more complex instructions than that." As Soran nattered away, Sarek commed the bridge and asked for Spock's location. Satisfied, he said to Soran, "Let me get dressed, and we can go to the observation deck. I believe Spock and Alfred are still there. We can join them." Soran stopped his rambling and stared at Sarek blankly. "You are my closest friend, Sarek-kam." "Thank you," Sarek said casually. "I just need to change my clothes, then we may depart." "I would do anything for you," Soran prattled. "The boundaries of our friendship are limitless!" "Agreed," Sarek placated. "I will be right back." He turned to leave, but Soran's sudden grip on his arm stalled him. "I ate a lot of cinnamon tonight," he whispered confidentially. "Indeed," Sarek said hesitantly, unsure of an appropriate response. He glanced from his friend's intense gaze to the hand that still tightly gripped the arm of his robe. "I think you may have just found the limit, Soran-kam," he joked. Seeing his friend's confused look, Sarek gently removed Soran's hand and leaned him precariously against the table. "Do not move. I will be right back." Sarek shook his head as Soran continued to ponder his last statement. Going back into the bedroom, Sarek gently leaned over the bed and whispered to Amanda, "Beloved." "Mmm." "Soran has been locked out of his quarters by T'Sar. I am taking him to the observation deck to visit with Alfred and Spock. Is this acceptable?" "Mmm." Sarek took that as a yes and dressed quickly. Soran stood as he approached and as the door swished closed behind them, Soran asked, "I wonder if they will have hot chocolate there?" END [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~--> Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark Printer at MyInks.com. Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US & Canada. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Yahoo! Groups Links To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! 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