Received: from [66.218.66.28] by n40.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 14 Apr 2004 05:24:19 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 42320 invoked from network); 14 Apr 2004 05:24:19 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.167) by m22.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 14 Apr 2004 05:24:19 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta6.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 14 Apr 2004 05:24:18 -0000 Received: from max (as3-d6-rp-psci.psci.net [63.92.109.6]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i3E5O8Ob027904 for ; Wed, 14 Apr 2004 00:24:09 -0500 Message-ID: <007901c421e0$ba12c640$87c5fea9@max> To: "ASCEM-S" Organization: ConGlomeration X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1158 X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" 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: Wed, 14 Apr 2004 00:24:14 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] N2U: TOS-Gifts of Gold 3/6 [NC-17] (Sa/Am, S/Ch) Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit From: "Bert" Forgot it in part two but see disclaimer from part 1 "I don't think I will ever get enough of you, Sarek," Amanda said as she laid her head on his shoulder. He raised his eyebrow at her. "Amanda, you are most incorrigible." After fifty years his wife's desires had not once lessened. A human friend had once told him Earth women became 'cold in the sheets' after so many years. This had never been a problem for his wife and he had to admit ever since her release from stasis, she was even more active then she had been. It suited him quite well, however. He was fortunate that the increased relations helped to lessen the sexual madness of pon farr. Amanda fiddled with the ring on her finger. "How did you ever find someone to make this ring?" It was the very same ring she had been looking at right before they got married half a century ago. "It is the same ring you had admired before we married. I purchased it for you and wanted to save it for something very special." The day he gave it to her was as special as it could ever get. She smiled at her husband and wove her fingers through his. Her mind projected images of Sarek presenting her with the wedding band. * * * Wrapping was neatly placed to one side of Sarek and gifts to the other side of Amanda. Their son had presented them with a beautiful crystal goblet engraved with a golden IDIC and the words 'Sarek and Amanda' above it, as well as 'September 9th, 2229' below it. Spock's crewmates collectively arranged for a three night stay at one of Earth's finer hotels 'Chateau de Versailles' -- once the home of French royalty, now a lavish hotel. Her bother Christopher had given them a lovely set of matching Vulcan robes, each white with fine gold Old Vulcan lettering that could be translated to read 'soul mates'. Other gifts from friends and family were just as fitting for the couple. Sarek had yet to give his wife the gift he had for her, and he could not find a more fitting time to do so. "Come, let us dance, Amanda." He took her hand and led her to the dance floor, holding his other hand over a tiny box in his pocket. Gracefully he glided her around the dance floor, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. With a nod to the orchestra, they changed to the very song that played at their wedding reception. Amanda looked into his eyes and was taken aback when he spun her out giving him time to remove the ring from the box. As he brought her back in to him, he held her ring finger, placing the dainty band of gold on it. With wide eyes she smiled, she remembered this ring. She had seen it in a store window right after Sarek had proposed marriage. "Sarek, it's lovely." "If you were to remove it ... which I don't desire you do ... it would say 'I love you forever'." He gave the briefest smile and told her through the bond he meant the words. It was a phrase he could never, as a Vulcan, speak aloud; but he could convey them with a symbol of their marriage. Amanda's eyes filled with tears of joy. "Oh, Sarek, this is the most romantic thing you have ever done." They had often shared anniversaries of their Terran wedding, but never with friends and family. Sarek had always said it was a private, special day for them alone. She laid her head on his shoulder as the love they shared followed through the bond. * * * Sarek placed his hand over his wife's. "The day of our wedding was special to us both. However, over the years our relationship has grown and I wanted you to know. I am most grateful you chose this Vulcan to be your mate." Amanda smiled at him. "Yes, you were a most logical choice for me." She looked at the chronometer. "Oh, good grief, it's getting late. I still have to shower, change and fix myself up." Sarek raised his eyebrows at his wife; even after all these years she still felt the human need to be glamorous. To him she looked just as beautiful now as she did then. "Amanda, you look most pleasing already. However, I assure you, you have quite enough time to get ready." She smiled as she lifted herself off her husband's shoulder to head to the shower. "Sarek, there are just a few occasions I want to be perfect." She ducked into the bathroom before he could reply. * * * "Okay, Christine, restart the program and activate level 6," Spock said as he finished modifying the controls. Christine did as he asked and was rewarded with a 'You may only enter the program from no greater than level 3.' Spock raised an eyebrow, this is what they wanted to see. "We have some crewmembers that may try to circumvent this change. Observe what I have done to prevent it." He played around with the control some more. "Now try it, Christine." She did and was told by the computer, 'You have tried to tamper with the holodeck safety parameters. Your actions have been reported to the Admiral. This is your only warning. Any further tampering will result in permanent suspension of privileges.' Christine smiled, "Someone might find away around it." "Dr. Chapel, I assure you they will not. At this very moment a report was generated to Admiral Kirk ... stating that you have violated the holodeck rules." He allowed his eyes to smile at her. Christine looked at him, unnerved. "And just why would I be reported?" "Christine, we accessed your profile for a reason," Spock explained. "Under your profile we can test the various functions. I want a full read out of everything. Now I need for you to exit the program and observe." When she closed out of the profile, he entered in a profile. "Why did you have me exit, if you wanted to use my profile?" She was sure she didn't understand what he was up to. "Watch," he told her. He attempted to enter into the surfing program only to be stopped by, "Your actions have been reported to Admiral Kirk for disciplinary action by Commander Spock. Access to the holodeck will be denied until further notice." Spock nodded his head; this is just what he wanted. "I have set the holodeck to not only read the profiles, but also a retinal scan. My retinal pattern does not match yours so it locked me out and reported my actions. Now please reenter your profile." Christine looked at him, puzzled. "Does that mean that you can not use the holodeck?" She reentered her profile. "What program?" "That is correct, try 235-A." This was one of the programs he installed at the beginning of their reprogramming. Christine entered in the code he requested. "What is it?" "It does not yet have a name. I hoped you would name it," Spock explained as the holodeck doors opened. "After you, Doctor." She walked through as he followed her. Once the doors closed behind them the walls disappeared to reveal a dazzling waterfall cascading down a sheer cliff, into a pool of crystal clear water. On either side of the small pond lay marble benches. A pebbled trail ran off to the left of the pond into a dense forest of flowers. The grass beneath their feet was soft and velvety. "Oh, Spock, this is beautiful. When did you ever see this place?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "It was a part of the dream you had that night we shared a room." He had remembered sensing the dream in great detail. If it weren't for the physical contact between them he would not have known about it. "My dream?" She looked at him, confused a moment. "Oh, yes, I made love to you right over there." She pointed to the flowers. Her face was flushed, and she felt a surge of desire rush over her. "Yes, you did and it was rather involved. I find it highly fascinating you believe that is what I am capable of." Even now he had to suppress a smile at the thought of her highly stimulating dream. "There will be a time soon that your dream will come true. Right now I would like to sit with you and talk." He led her over to the bench and sat down on the ground at her feet. "Christine, my feelings for you over the years have gone from admiration of your professionalism to appreciation of your beauty. You know as of late I have reacted most differently towards you. You may term it as 'love' but it goes much more beyond that simple emotion. You are my heart and my soul. I asked you to share your life with me and you accepted. I hope that here and now we can bond together." She looked at him apprehensively. "What about your father?" "I have not asked my father to marry me; nor has he, to my knowledge, asked you to replace my mother." He was teasing her, but at the same time serious. "I thought nothing of shutting down communications with my father for twenty years because I didn't desire to follow his rules. I will not hesitate to do so again." Christine had become his choice for a mate and nothing would detour that. "Remember this, it has been 6.75 years since my last pon farr. In the event that I am a Vulcan with a normal cycle I can expect that within the next three months it will occur again. I can not presume to think you would be willing to undergo the harshness of this time ... I can only hope you would be willing." She reached out to his face, caressing his jaw. "Why, Mr. Spock, I have wished for years to be mated to you ... if pon farr is a part of it then I still willingly accept. I love you, Spock, all of you. I would always give myself to your needs, your Vulcan needs and your human needs." She laughed at him. "Don't look at me like that. I know darn well you have human needs like other human males." She flashed the memory of him touching her and her waking up to a firm hard object in her back. He let off an ever so slight chuckle. "Yes, it was rather obvious your dream touched my human half." He got off his knees and sat with her on the bench. "If you are ready, my human half is in need of consummating our relationship, but we must bond first. I will not take you without you belonging to me and me belonging to you." It was true the thoughts they had projected at each other stirred his human half into a sexual frenzy. It was also true his Vulcan half would not allow for him to act upon them until they were bonded and belonged to one another. With her nod of approval he placed his fingers on the connecting points on her face. "It will not hurt, I promise." She smiled at him as he began the chant which would join their minds forever, "Touching and always touched ... parted from me, yet never parted. I receive thee in me, now and forever. I shall cherish thee all the days of my life. Thou will be the keeper of my heart, my soul, the mother of my children and maker of my home." He mentally guided her as to what to say and she repeated the words adding some of her own. "Touching and always touched, parted from me, yet never parted. I receive you in me now, and forever. I shall love you all the days of my life. You will be the key for my heart, my soul, the father of my children and..." She paused a moment. "I will not say that, but I will say this ... the protector of my home." She smiled at him, as he nodded his approval at the changes she had made. She was human and he would not demand that she say 'master of my home.' They had together decided to live with very few of the Vulcan rules. He only asked that any children be raised to choose the path they would walk in life. He showed her parts of himself he never shared with anyone; took her to worlds she never could have imagined. Slowly he withdrew from her mind. When it was over she looked up at him, her face full of love and her cheeks wet with tears. She quickly realized they had been there quite some time. "Computer, time?" The computer confirmed, '1838 hours.' Christine looked up, horrified. "We been here three hours and I have only twenty two minutes of my shift left! Leonard is going to kill me!" Spock smiled at her. "Yes, but 2.5 hours we spent working ... the other .5 could be considered a lunch break. However, you are correct; we have much to do before meeting my parents tonight. You will have to finish your report now that we are done, and I am overdue on the bridge." "Computer, end program." Christine addressed her new bondmate, "Okay, handsome, time to get back to work." She leaned into him to steal a kiss. It wasn't hard for him to return it with the same warmth as she projected. * * * Spock was grateful he only had a few minutes of work left. He would report the changes to the Captain and then return to his quarters to prepare for dinner. He had watched his new bondmate as long as he could, wanting only for this day to end so they could consummate this new state. He never considered he would long to be physically intimate with anyone, much less Christine Chapel. If anyone told him he would want to marry her even four months ago he would have replied in total disbelief. Now he walked on air, she could do no wrong in his eyes. In the privacy of the turbolift he allowed a bright smile to grace his face, he was in love. The doors to the turbolift opened before he could vanquish his smile entirely. Instead he could only hope it had not been seen by the bridge crew. "Captain, I have finished the modifications. You will find the report on your computer waiting for you. You will also find two misusage reports filed from when we tested the program." The Captain watched his friend as he walked the distance beside the command chair. "Let's hope your changes work. The high incidence of accidents have to stop. After I review your report, along with Dr. Chapel's, I will send out a mailer to the crew about the new changes." He had seen the smile on his First Officer's face when he walked in. He had just finished reviewing a reading for Commander Uhura and was turned to speak to her about it. "Spock, if memory serves you have a dinner with your parents tonight. It's already 1850, so take off a few minutes early." Spock looked at his Captain and friend. "Sir, that is not necessary." "What do you think you can do in the next ten minutes that can't wait for the beta shift? Things are quiet and I will be leaving as well. Go have fun with your family." Jim looked at him with a smile and pointed to the turbolift. "Now get off my bridge, Mister." He had been told to leave and enjoy himself. With a slightly raised eyebrow Spock replied, "Aye, sir," then without another word he walked back to the turbolift. Hopefully both he and Christine would 'enjoy' their night. He was sure he would enjoy his time after the dinner. * * * How could she of get so wrapped up in Spock? Her head swirled from the emotions that ran through her mind. Four months ago she was on the verge of finally, after seven years, giving up hope she would ever have Spock's love. Now it was quite obvious she held the key to his heart. Even his Vulcan half seemed to find logic in pursuing her, the human half of him loved her and needed her. Gathering her thoughts she dressed in the gown Spock had purchased for her. Her mind went back to the day he presented it to her. * * * Spock strolled into the one part of the ship he knew Christine almost always could be found when not on duty. He let a small smile escape his lips as he spotted her among the roses. After he carefully hid the package he brought behind his back he set out towards her. "Dr. Chapel?" Christine jumped when she heard her name called. The voice was instantly recognized and she smiled as she turned to it. "Spock, what are you doing here?" "I desire to speak with you," he said with just a hint of a smile. He sat down on the ground beside her letting the package rest on the ground behind him. Once he was sure the package was safely hidden he took her left hand, which had been covered in dirt from the roses. Christine went to pull her hand away, which only caused Spock to take it firmer. "Spock, my hands are dirty." He lifted an eyebrow, "If I was concerned with the dirt I would not have reached for your hand." He took his other hand and placed it under her jaw pulling her to him. When her eyes were within three centimeters from his he spoke again. "I have a question to ask you." She had a wave of confusion mixed with excitement wash over her. Her blue eyes sparkled, "Go on." Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would explode. Whatever could he want? They had gotten to be quite good friends, and she was happy with that. "Christine, have you ever considered getting married since Dr. Korby's death?" He watched her intently. She felt a rush of pain as she thought about her dear, sweet Roger. "Yes, I have. I hope one day to be a wife and a mother. I know Roger would never want me to remain single all my life because of him." Spock nodded. "Then do you think you would be happy to be married to..." Her eyes widened she couldn't believe her ears. Surely he was not trying to ask her to marry him. "When I marry I have to know for sure I am loved." "You would know you are loved ever moment of your life Christine," he told her. She stammered to find her words. "Are you ... are you asking me to ... marry you?" She had dreamed of him asking her for so long. "I would be ... if you would let me ask you," his face shone with a bright smile. "Christine Elizabeth Chapel, will you be my wife by of both our worlds' traditions?" She had never been more thankful she was sitting on the ground, in a standing position her knees would have buckled, and she'd have fallen to the ground anyway. She touched his face; how could she say no to the man she loved. "Spock, I would be most honored to be your wife." He pulled her face to his and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. He had never imagined he would feel this way about anyone. The human part of him wanted nothing more that to prove his love in a very physical manner, but he wanted their first time to be full of memories. When he leaned back from the kiss he felt the package he brought against his backside. With a quick yet graceful move he presented the box to her. She smiled as she looked at the shimmering gold wrapping on the package. "What is it?" "It is a present for my fiancee," he replied as he opened the box for her. As he pulled back the thin paper that covered the dress, its pearl luster glistened in the lighting. The faintest gold trim could be seen the way it was folded. "The day we bond, I ask that you wear it." She dared not touch the dress itself with her dirty hands. "Oh, Spock, it's breathtaking." [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. 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