Received: from [66.218.67.192] by n4.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 18 Feb 2004 05:31:26 -0000 X-Sender: sil@sileya.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 90127 invoked from network); 18 Feb 2004 05:31:20 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.216) by m10.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 18 Feb 2004 05:31:20 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 18 Feb 2004 05:31:20 -0000 Received: from max (as4-d39-rp-psci.psci.net [63.92.109.135]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i1I5UsQa015761 for ; Wed, 18 Feb 2004 00:30:55 -0500 Message-ID: <00bf01c3f5e0$6bca3800$87c5fea9@max> To: "ASCEM-S" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1106 X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 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: Tue, 17 Feb 2004 23:31:11 -0600 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW:"Never a Bride" 6/8 (TOS:K/S:NC-17) Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Never a Bride Part 6 of 8 * "Rings, Captain." Winona poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Lieutenant Sulu, who smiled his thanks and set it on the table beside him. Over at the window, Jim turned and stared at the younger man. "That's not ship's business, Mister Sulu." "No, sir." Winona was getting a big kick out of hearing everyone call her son 'sir', but she wasn't letting on. She picked up her own coffee and sat down on the couch beside Doctor McCoy. He, too, seemed content to watch the pageant today, and she felt comfortable with him. "It's wedding business, and it isn't negotiable or avoidable. I'm sorry, Captain, but rings and special clothing are essential." "Sulu..." Jim sighed and paced over to the conversation area, practically throwing himself into a chair. "What about rings?" "Considering the mob in the lobby, I have arranged for three of the best local jewellers to visit in..." he consulted his padd. "About fifteen minutes. They should have something you like, and if not they can return with a second selection." "Can't we just have plain gold bands?" "We are required to wear rings?" Spock had come in from the bedroom, where he had been bent over his computer for most of the last two days. Winona had at first wondered at his anti-social behaviour, and finally realised that it was an avoidance technique, to keep him out of the messier aspects of what was going on in his and Jim's lives. Situations that were charged with emotion made him very uncomfortable. However, every time his opinion or input had been needed, he had appeared, spoken, and then vanished. Her personal knowledge of the acuity of Vulcan hearing explained how that little trick worked. And, as Jim seemed to thrive on the chaos despite his complaining, she hadn't minded. Jim was getting what he needed from Spock. She was liking her son- in-law more with every hour that passed. At this moment, though, he looked absolutely nonplussed. "I had forgotten that aspect of Human marriages. I am allergic to gold." Everyone stared at him, and McCoy set down his coffee cup. "You are not." "I am. I had a reaction to the gold pendant that I earned from my Khas-wan. It caused the skin of my chest and neck to turn pink." The three Starfleet officers stared at Spock aghast, and Winona began to giggle. "Well, for heaven's sake Spock! What about platinum? Or silver?" "What about running away?" Jim said, as he sprang from his chair and stared at Spock, both of them folding their arms across their chests. "Platinum." "Platinum." "Plain." "Unadorned." "Sulu, cancel the jewellers. Get us one jeweller, to size two plain platinum bands." "Done, sir. Now, clothing." Winona's giggles threatened to come back as Jim turned to her with beseeching eyes. "Mom, you said you'd help me buy a morning suit." "I will, dear, but I don't want to push through that mob either. You'd think you and Spock were famous vid stars, not respectable Starfleet officers. Hikaru, what were you going to say before my son interrupted you?" "Starfleet has 'requested' dress uniforms." "No," both Jim and Spock said simultaneously. Spock went on alone: "It is enough that Starfleet has subjected us to this circus. I will not be a walking billboard for them. I will wear the dress of my people, and Jim shall wear the morning suit that he spoke of." Sulu grinned. "The tailor will be here at noon." "Only one tailor, Sulu? Not three?" The threat in Jim's voice was obvious, but Sulu just stared back at him blandly. "The best one I could find, sir. Commander Spock's wardrobe presents certain difficulties, however. The only Vulcan tailor on the planet is in retreat right now, at a desert monastery near Tucson. I'm afraid my efforts to speak to the Vulcan consul in Seattle have met with failure." Spock frowned. Winona sipped her coffee and exchanged a wink with McCoy. "I have an acceptable set of formal robes aboard the Enterprise." "Oh no you don't, sir," came Uhura's breezy voice, preceding her from the entranceway to the suite. She came in, unwrapping her scarf as she did. "I looked it over, and frankly, Commander, I wouldn't let you take me to a miniature golf course in that outfit. It's actually threadbare in places! Totally unsuitable." "It is perfectly functional." "Not for a wedding it isn't. Sulu, I just got back from my friend Shanti's office, and she has a tailor in mind that will solve your problem. He's not Vulcan, but he has made outfits for Vulcans before and has a line to a clothing designer in Shi'Kahr itself. He'll come up around thirteen hundred this afternoon. Will that do?" "You're enjoying this," Jim roared, and the others fell silent, smiling at him. He stood still for a long moment, and then looked back at Spock. Winona had a tingling along her skin, as if she were standing outside in a lightning storm. After a moment her son drew breath and spoke. "We'll wear the damned dress uniforms," Kirk growled. Spock nodded sharply. "Kill the tailors, forget the morning suit, cut the Vulcan robes. We don't want Shi'Kahr involved in this, not in any way. I'd rather just wear the dress uniform." "Yes, sir." Sulu bent over his padd again. Winona set down her coffee cup and crossed her legs, waiting. "I'll get Starfleet's chief tailor here early this afternoon to size you both and get new uniforms in the works. So, that's clothes and rings, Captain. Now we have to talk vows." The look on her son's face, and the absolute stillness of the Vulcan, combined with the obvious attempts to hide glee by the other three humans, was nearly too much for her. She rose abruptly and walked toward the kitchen, pausing in the door as Jim spoke in a dangerously low voice. "Vows?" "Yes, sir. The ceremony..." "Vows? How about flowers, catering, and music?" A walrus wouldn't have missed the sarcasm, but Sulu retained his professionalism. "Starfleet is handling all of that sir, so I expect we will all be very embarrassed." "Nothing from Scotty about the ship, first? Not even about the refit of my quarters? Our quarters? Nothing about the new anti-intruder defences for the computer? The engine upgrade? The dilithium sequencer conversions? The food processors, for heaven's sake?" "Further down the list and not as time controlled, sir. Vows should be decided today so that the official for the ceremony has time to incorporate them into the rite." "I assume there is a standard set of 'vows' to work from?" "Yes, sir." Sulu handed a padd across to Kirk, not looking up from his own padd. Winona expected he was seriously fighting to maintain his control. "Look them over and make whatever adjustments you feel are appropriate. The marriage officer will read them out at the proper point in the ceremony and you will respond with the phrase 'I do' or 'I will'." Her son blew out a breath and clasped his hands together, the pad between them. "Vows, then. Starfleet didn't write them for us?" "No, sir." Kirk looked at McCoy, then back at Sulu. Down at Uhura, then over to Spock. "Mister Spock, I need to see you in the bedroom, please. Right now." "Very well, Captain." "And Sulu, order a bottle of scotch." "Yes, Captain." She watched them walk away, watched the exchange of looks among the Humans as the bedroom door closed behind the two men. Across the room Uhura was caught her eye and winked. "It's probably a good thing I didn't tell them that they're appearing on the Laurel Asten show tomorrow morning." Winona almost doubled over as they all erupted in gales of laughter. * "Much more of this and I'm going to lose my mind," Jim stated sadly, staring at the padd on the desk in their bedroom. "Why did we agree to go through with this?" "I believe it was considered to be no more than our duty." Spock put his arms around Jim from behind, and the shorter man leaned back into his chest with a sigh. The sound of laughter from the other room came to them, and Jim flinched in his arms. "Make it go away, Spock. Please. It's a nightmare." "I can, perhaps, take your mind off of it for a short time." He loosened his grip and turned Jim around, then bent down and brushed his lips against Jim's softer, fuller ones. "If you wish." Jim didn't reply verbally, just raised is head higher and brought his arms up around Spock's back. Spock felt him pressing forward as, ever responsive, his cock was already engorging. Spock deepened the kiss, then abandoned Jim's mouth and began to nibble down the side of his neck. "Are you forgetting your troubles yet?" "Uhhhh... more, please, Spock." Spock lowered his hand to Jim's buttocks and began to press and knead the round flesh beneath the trousers, continuing the little love bites on his throat. He loved doing this to Jim, loved the way Jim became almost helpless under his hands. Oh, Jim could do it to him, too, but when he needed to let go, Spock was more than willing to take control. "I am going to make love to you until you scream," he whispered, rubbing his growing erection against Jim's, the sensation of the cloth between them rough and stimulating. Jim let out a shivering breath and sagged in his grip, and Spock lifted him up and carried him to the bed. Taking time, he eased Jim out of his clothes, stroking and nipping as he exposed more and more flesh. By the time he was naked he was moaning steadily. Spock stroked the long, reddish cock for a moment, and then bent down to lick it before taking it into his mouth. Jim shouted his name and Spock felt hands tangling his smooth hair. He bobbed up and down on the cock, sucking gently and squeezing with his lips, as his tongue moved around the shaft. Supporting the base of Jim's cock with one hand, he used the other to reach up, pinching and teasing Jim's nipples. Through the physical contact he was deeply aware of the other man's arousal, and knew that Jim could feel his, as well. Jim came quickly, thrusting up off the bed into Spock's mouth and groaning his name. Swallowing and continuing to suck, milking every last bit of pleasure possible out of this act for his partner, Spock felt a deep satisfaction as well as a growing need to possess Jim even more intimately. When Jim relaxed, one leg out flat on the bed and the other bent at the knee and trembling slightly, Spock stood up and smiled at him. "Remain there." "I will." Spock walked around the bed and removed the tube of lube from the bedside table, then quickly peeled off his own clothes. He climbed back on the bed, between Jim's legs, and began to stroke lubricant the length of his cock. Jim was watching him, eyes half-lidded, smiling. The sight must have pleased him, Spock knew, because his cock, half- flaccid a moment before, twitched on his belly. Spock moved his slippery hand down between his lover's legs, and Jim obeyed the silent request for access by bending his knees and rolling his hips forward slightly. Pressing one finger against the tight bud of Jim's anus and slipping it inside, Spock raised the other hand towards Jim's face and found the meld points. This was making love. Emotion, thought and sensation twined together between them, each experiencing everything the other did. Spock lost track of his physical actions, his body on automatic as he stretched Jim, preparing him for penetration, his main awareness focussed on the feelings he was causing in Jim's body and the love that was shifting between them like a tangible fog. He had to release the meld briefly, feeling the usual tugging sensation of loss, in order to support himself as he pressed his cock into the waiting warmth of Jim. Jim pushed back onto him and Spock groaned as the meld reawakened spontaneously through this most intimate of connections. The first time this had happened he had been confused and almost frightened by his lack of control, but now it was as wonderful and natural as the love-making itself. Jim was an intensely sensual creature. Spock's mind became a whirl of strange and wonderful thoughts when he loved Jim in this way, but Jim's mind retreated completely from words, devoting itself wholly to the sensations of his body, loving Spock back in an almost animalistic passion. The only coherent word Spock had ever heard in Jim's mind during intercourse had been his own name. It came now, almost a chant, and the excitement of it inflamed Spock. He began to thrust rapidly, panting, hearing a thought pass through his head and marvelling at it 'I should be sweating' and Jim's mind laughter and the steady groaning overwhelmed him. The spasms started deep in his groin and he was coming. Marvellously Jim was having a second orgasm, triggered by his own Spock experienced that state beyond words that was Jim for several long seconds, wallowing in pleasure, and then collapsed onto Jim's chest. His cock was deflating rapidly. Spock shifted slightly and set a hand on Jim's face, maintaining the meld, then slid his weight off of his lover, lying beside him on the bed. They communed without words for a long while, sharing their many memories of other moments like this, giving and receiving love and trust and admiration and respect. Eventually Spock began to withdraw, and Jim let him go reluctantly. "That was beautiful," Jim whispered. Spock nodded and rolled onto his back, his body utterly at rest. "It gives me a new perspective on the requirement for wearing our dress uniforms to this heinous event we are being forced to participate in," he said. Jim shifted beside him, coming up onto one elbow. "Yes? Care to share it?" "While I am wearing it, while I am being placed on display like a prize farm animal and put through this embarrassing ceremony, none of those watching will know that the only thing I am thinking about, the only thing that is worth thinking about, is getting you out of your dress uniform again." Jim laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "I thought exercise that will help me get through it as well. Thank you." "You are welcome." End Part 6 of 8 [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] 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! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? 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