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Subject: [ASCEM-S] N2U: TOS-Gifts of Gold 4/6 [NC-17] (Sa/Am, S/Ch)
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From: "Bert" <news.55553@buckeye-express.com>

See Disclaimer part 1



Christine had not taken the dress out of its box until after their bonding,
only moments earlier. Worried that the dress would be wrinkled after sitting
in a box for the last two weeks, she had been amazed by the way its shape
flattened out. Suddenly she realized this was a Vulcan T'Surm dress. The
designer used a Vulcan plant much like silk that didn't wrinkle or discolor.
However unlike silk, this plant had a pearlish luster to it, giving it a
sheen that would change color depending on how light hit it. When she
slipped it over her head she was pleased by how well in contoured to her
body. The fabric itself was thick enough not to be see-thru, but it did fit
her curves in away what was meant to attract one's mate.



With the dress on, she slipped on a pair of white silken shoes. Heals were
no more then a few centimeters. She wanted her appearance to be pleasing
with out being smutty. Her hair and face were a simple fix. Once upon a time
light colors looked good on her, but now that she let her hair turn to its
natural brown she tended to lean towards the more neutral browns and gold
colors. Her lips she painted with a pearl gloss and used the same coloring
on her nails. She allowed her hair to drop past her shoulders and then wove
it in a French braid. Weaving it first from the bottom then up, leaving just
enough on the sides to weave it back down towards the bottom finishing it
off with a pin tucked neatly under. When she was doing last minute checks on
her appearance her chime rang, "Come."



The door opened to reveal Spock. With a raised eyebrow he moved into the
room, "I knew this would look pleasing on you, but I was not expecting you
to look so alluring." He crossed the room to stand beside her then went to
kiss her only to have her pull away. Both eyebrows rose in an astonished
reaction.



"Oh, now stop that. I just don't want to ruin my face." She explained with a
smile, "Besides I am not sure you would stop with a kiss this time and your
parents will be expecting us." She walked towards the door to have him stop
her.



"Wait, Christine. I have another gift for you." He took her left hand and
held her ring finger. After reaching into his pocket he pulled out a dainty
princess cut engagement ring with a two carat diamond. "The bond we share is
a promise on my world; this ring is a promise on yours." She was shocked
speechless so instead she reached out to kiss him, but this time he was the
one to pull back. "It is no more logical to ruin your face now than it was a
moment ago. There will be time for both of us to show proper affection this
evening." He conveyed his longing for her over the bond. Her heart was
filled with such joy she felt tears well in her eyes. Spock caught the tears
in the corner of her eyes before they could run down her cheek. "That will
not do either. If you are ready, it is 'time to face the music' as you are
so fond of saying."



She smiled at him, and looked at the ring on her finger. There was no doubt
in her mind that he wanted their part of the universe to know they had made
a promise to one another. "I'm ready." She was ready as she would ever be,
but she was nervous as hell, and she hoped it didn't show too much. Together
they left the room and walked to gather the food tray which had been
prepared in advance. Christine was sure to prepare only foods that would not
spoil or harden. A pleasant mixture of Terran and Vulcan dishes, blended to
set an Italian style dinner. Christine stored the food in the ship's galley,
which was on the same deck as holodeck A. As they walked through the
corridor a bunch of whistles and catcalls could be heard. Spock was fine up
to the point when a crewman from Engineering made a lewd comment to
Christine. "Wow, baby, when your ready for a real man..."



Spock's glare at the crewman looked as though he would have killed if he had
the time or opportunity to. Christine merely laughed. "If I decide I want a
real man, I will let the Captain know where he can find you for me, okay?"



The crewmember just sulked away. Spock glanced at her. "That was rather
disturbing to me. I did not care to have him speak in such a manner to you."

She smiled at him, "Spock, you are all the man I ever want in my life. Now
let's not let an obnoxious man ruin our night. Tonight I know you will be
able to more then prove yourself a real man." She touched him in a
suggestive manner promising for a most stimulating evening.



The simple touch of her mind calmed his rage. "As you wish, Christine."



* * *



They managed to finish everything with five minutes to spare. The holodeck
had been turned into a Venetian restaurant that had outdoor seats on a
canal. Candles were lit to create the right atmosphere. Soft music played
somewhere in the background. It was just what Christine was hoping for.
Spock had told her how his mother loved Venice when she visited. Tonight had
to be special, especially since she and Spock were bonded.



The door opened to reveal Sarek and Amanda. They walked into the holodeck to
be transported to 18th century Venice, Italy. "This is breathtaking, Dr.
Chapel," Amanda's smile was quite lovely. She had noticed the setting and
her female hostess. The doctor had never appeared happier.



"Thank you, and please call me Christine," she said as she and Spock
approached his parent's.



It didn't escape Sarek's notice that Spock had his hand on the doctor's
back. He would not comment. If his wife was correct and 'something was going
on', it was not his place to judge his son's life. He had decided he would
never again interfere in his son's choices. The eighteen years of silence
had not been worth it. "Indeed, Christine, I believe you have out done
yourself."



Christine blushed at Sarek's approval of her work. Hopefully he would find
the food just as pleasing. "Thank you, Ambassador."



"Sarek will be satisfactory," he corrected her.



"And please call me Amanda," Amanda told her as she watched her son and
Christine. This time they looked so natural together, unlike some of the
other times when her son almost looked like it was duty that caused him to
touch her.



"Mother, Father, shall we eat?" Spock took his free hand and directed his
parents to the table that had been set for four. "I have something I need to
tell you." They each sat down, but before Spock sat he pushed in Christine's
chair.



"Spock, what is it that you must tell us that you feel you need to create a
proper atmosphere?" Sarek asked as he continued to watch his son. He didn't
need Spock's answer. When Christine place her folded hands on the table, he
saw the ring. The fact that his son no longer treated Christine like she
didn't exist told him Spock had given her the ring.



The same gesture of Christine's hand caught Amanda's eyes as well. "What a
lovely ring." She looked from Christine to her son. Spock seemed to have a
pride in his eyes.



"Thank you, Amanda," Christine said with a smile. "Spock surprised me with
it just before we got here."



Sarek raised his eyebrow at his son. "You have made a logical choice, my
son."



"Logic had nothing to do with my bonding to Christine, Father," Spock
replied. His decision to bond with her came from the erotic dream she had
three months ago. They seemed to fit so well together.



Christine blushed at the vision that ran through the bond she shared with
Spock, "Okay, gentleman, I think it would be best it we eat before it gets
to cold." She smiled at Spock, who nodded in agreement.



"Yes, this food looks wonderful and it would be shameful if it went to
waste," Amanda said as she took some of the salad. "You know, Christine, I
haven't had lasagna in years." She carefully put a slice on her plate.
Everything looked and smelled wonderful she didn't want it to be ruined.
Each one, in turn, selected items for their own plate. Dinner progressed
with very little conversation. Amanda, however, remained curious as to what
brought her son and Christine together. After they were all finished eating
Amanda engaged Christine in conversation. "Have you seen the holopics of the
party yet, Christine?"



She looked up from the last bite of Italian cream cake. "No. Dr. McCoy
didn't share them with anyone."



Amanda smiled then inched her chair closer to Christine so she could start
the show from the beginning. Each laughing at the memories held within the
viewer. Amanda came to a new holopic of one she hadn't seen yet. It was
Sarek and herself standing by a beautifully decorated cake. The cake itself
was a white cake, it had a man and a woman standing on top a set of steps
that arched to both sides of the couple. The man was given Vulcan features
and the woman light brown hair and blue eyes. The couple showed signs of
age, yet had been handled with great care. Sarek had his hand over top
Amanda's as they made a slice into the cake.



"Oh, Sarek, that was so sweet."



Sarek walked over to stand behind his wife. "Yes it was rather..." He raised
an eyebrow, "fitting."



Christine couldn't help but to let out a laugh. Sarek had taught her that
day that Vulcans are not the cold emotionless beings the rest of the
universe thought them to be. "I never thought I would see a Vulcan react to
a cake the way you did Amb...Sarek."



Spock raised his eyebrow at her comment to his father, but even he thought
the actions strange for a Vulcan. More so, he thought the action strange for
his father.

Sarek looked at his son and then to Christine. "True, most Vulcans would
not, however, when one it bonded to a human it is sometimes more logical to
behave closer to that of a human." He looked to his wife with just the hint
of a smile as together they relived the memory.



* * *



"Amanda, would you like a piece of cake?" Sarek asked his wife, as they
walked over to the table the triple layered cake sat on.



"Oh, Sarek, it is too lovely to eat," Amanda told her husband. It was indeed
a beautiful cake. The bride and groom had been their own from their first
wedding cake. The bottom layer was interlaced with white and red confetti
roses. It was trimmed in gold with gold lettering 'Sarek and Amanda
September 9th, 2229' circumventing a miniature working fountain. The second
layer was filled with roses and the same gold trim. A set of steps that led
up to the third tier resting on two edges. The third and final layer had a
bride and groom atop a pedestal. The steps that led to the second layer were
placed on both sides of the bride and groom.

"Logic dictates that a cake is meant for consumption. However, it is quite
pleasing to view, but I am sure Dr. McCoy will capture the moment," Sarek
said as he picked up a knife, preparing to cut the cake.



"No, Ambassador, not like that. You must both cut it," Dr. McCoy told him.
When the Ambassador looked at him with an upswept eyebrow he explained.
"It's part of the tradition ... right along with feeding each other the
first slice of cake."



"Yes, Doctor, I am aware of that." He had not intended to partake in that
aspect of the tradition, but now that it had been clear to all in the room
he could not deprive his wife of this tradition. After he handed the knife
to his wife he rested his hand on top hers and together they sliced into the
bottom layer. Once it was cut Sarek removed his hand from the knife. He
broke off half the slice they had cut and set out to feed it to his wife.
Tradition dictated this was a messy task, but he went along with the
tradition. When he lifted the cake to her lips he allowed for her to take a
small bite, then he noticed her eyes widen at his thought of what he
intended to do. When she opened her mouth wider to protest, he pressed his
hand gently against her face. Icing and cake squished between her mouth and
his fingers. Once satisfied he had lived up to his end of the tradition he
lowered his hand.



"Oh, so my logical Vulcan husband wants to follow Terran traditions. Well, I
know another one." Amanda took her half of the slice and let her index
fingers from both hands run through the frosting. Once she felt her fingers
were thoroughly covered in the icing she pressed them against his lips. He
took her finger into his mouth. "Good, isn't it Sarek?" At his nod she
picked up the remainder of the slice. Before he could react she fed his nose
and mouth the cake. With a big grin she said, "Oh my, my aim is off."



Sarek raised his eyebrow. "Your aim is no more off now as it was fifty years
ago, Amanda." At their first wedding reception she had done the very same
thing to him. That was his logical reasoning for returning the favor
tonight. He had been logical and neat about feeding her the cake at that
time only to have her rub it in his face. "Tradition also, if I recall,
dictates we must now 'eat our cake'" He leaned into his wife and kissed her
taking in some of the cake from her face. "The flavor has improved in the
past fifty years." He knew his son had been watching him most puzzled.
"Spock, you will learn, when one marries a being full of emotions, such as
your mother, it is logical at times to indulge those emotions."



* * *



Spock looked at his father. "I am beginning to see the logic of indulging an
emotion mate when time dictates to do so." He glanced at Christine, who
fought a yawn. "Are you tired?"



"Yes, it has been a rather long day," Christine said.



"Perhaps it is time to take our leave so that Christine may rest," Sarek
said as he felt the fatigue his own wife was beginning to feel. He got up
and reached his fingers out in the proper Vulcan fashion.



Amanda stood and joined her husband. "Yes, it is late and we leave tomorrow.
Good night Spock, Christine."



Spock only nodded to his mother, but Christine said, "Good night, I am happy
you were able to come."



* * *



After Sarek and Amanda left Spock and Christine quickly cleaned up the mess
and return the used dishes to the galley. It was now 2300 hours and Spock
looked at Christine as they cleaned the last dish. "I was looking forward to
my 'dessert', but since you are so tired..."



Christine pressed her body to his. " I am sure you would find away to keep
me awake long enough for some 'dessert'."



* * *



Dinner had been quit pleasing, but now Spock was more then ready to enjoy
the rest of their festivities. Slowly, he removed the dress off the body of
his bond mate. As his hands slid the dress off her shoulders his lips, teeth
and tongue joined its journey downward. Playfully he nipped at her skin and
then kissed the places he nipped. With eyes that smiled he told her, "You
indeed prove to be a most tasty dessert." With determination to prove he was
indeed a 'real man' he continued his journey down her body only to stop at
her breast. With his hands he teased each nipple until it became fully
hardened from his stimulation. Once he was satisfied with their reactions,
he took as much of the nipple as he could into his mouth both sucking and
moving the nipple around in his mouth at the same time.



All of this caused Christine to let out a gasp of pleasure, her body bucking
to her waves of passion. "Spock," she called as she grabbed two handfuls of
hair.



Spock looked up from his task as the tug of his hair sent waves of desire
through his body. With a quick movement he captured her lips under his own.
He darted his tongue against her teeth, until she allowed him access to the
depths of her mouth. Together they kissed as his hands finished moving the
dress over her hips. Once she had wiggled out of it her underwear was the
next task he focused on. They came down with ease then after they were off
he broke the kiss. His attention was turned back to her body; he laid
feather light kisses down her face, down her neck continuing down to the top
of her womanly hair line.



"Oh God, Spock!" she cried as she felt his hot tongue stream across her
skin. He was swarming her emotions into a frenzy that ached to be released.



Gently he parted her thighs with his hands, holding them down. He moved his
mouth over the entrance to her womanhood. With a swift movement he darted
his tongue at her, flicking it across the folds of her skin. Her scent
caused his groin to twitch in anticipation. The logical Vulcan half of him
told him this was as far as they could go, the human part told him he needed
to be within her.



Christine seemed to sense his dilemma, pulling him so that he looked her in
the eyes, she told him. "It's safe right now. I am between my fertile times.
Besides I have to have you in me. I want to feel your release deep within
me." She tugged at his pants, wanting to free the member of his body she
most wanted to taste.

Understanding her intent he helped her with his pants until he was free.
Before he entered her he moved his body to where she could inspect him
closely. His eyes smiled as his member danced for her mere centimeters from
her face. Lifting her head she licked him which sent a shiver down his
spine.



She was amazed at the size of him, it wasn't the first time she saw him nude
but it was the first time she saw him so erect. With a swift movement of her
hand she pulled him down to her and took him in her mouth letting her tongue
flicker across his skin.



This was a sensation he had never felt before. He used all his controls not
to release himself this way. When he could no longer handle it he pulled
away from her. Sliding down to her opening he eased himself into the opening
of her womanhood. Resting just on the tip he gave a hard thrust to bury his
length inside of her. The size of his member entering into a part of her
body untouched for more years than she cared to admit caused her to let a
light scream of pain escape her lips. Spock looked into her eyes concerned
with the sound she made. He wanted her to feel pleasure not pain. Just when
he was preparing to lift himself off her, she locked her legs around him
holding him firmly in place. "Christine, I caused you pain."



She smiled at him. "Pain and pleasure can be very intermixed for a human ...
besides I have not been with anyone since Roger." She wanted him to stay in
her. She knew it wouldn't be long before her body would forget the pain and
feel only the pleasure. With a few contractions of her vaginal muscles she
willed him to restart. It didn't take much for him to begin pumping his body
into her. It wasn't long after that she felt the mindless flood of her own
release. She dug her fingers into his back as a massive wave crashed over
her.



That was all it took for him to give one final thrust, burying his juices
deep with in her. He allowed his body to collapse on top of hers, careful to
keep the lot of his weight off her. With a determination his lips once again
met with hers. Upon breaking the kiss he told her, "I love you, Christine."



She smiled at him, "I love you too, Spock."



Together they lay in one another's arms, making love at different points of
the long night. In between their love they found the rest they needed.





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