DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc. The story contents are the creation and property of Selek and is copyright (c) 2002 by Selek. This story is rated NC17. I have also borrowed heavily from Jean Lorrah's terrific book, "The Vulcan Academy Murders." Thanks Jean for writing it!!



REMINISCING

Selek



Sarek and Amanda lay in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Amanda had undergone a stasis treatment for a blood ailment and this was her first night at home in over a month.

While she was in stasis, she was on total life support, and all Sarek could do was sit by her side; he couldn't even touch her. Night after night, he was found in the chair by her stasis tank, staring at her still form. The staff at the Vulcan Medical Academy became used to his illogical behavior and accepted it. Surely, they thought, he knew that he could do nothing for her, so why was he always here? But he was.

It was explained to him that a side effect of the treatment was the rejuvenation of cells; that Amanda would, in effect, be younger. By how much, they could not or would not say, but they assured Sarek that they would have many more years together. Sarek would gaze at his wife lying in the stasis field, looking to see if he could see any physical difference in her appearance.

That afternoon he brought his wife home from the hospital. He was 117 years old, but she looked more like a 40-year-old woman, even though she was almost 73. Her hair was still silver colored, but her skin was tight over her facial bones, and glowing with happiness. He thought of the Earth saying, "cradle robbing". He wondered if he now qualified for that title.

He turned to lie on his side, facing his beloved wife. "How are you feeling, my wife? Did our recent activities tax you too much?"

Amanda had her eyes closed. She opened them at smiled at her husband. "No, beloved. In fact, I haven't felt this good in years. I'm still amazed at how young I feel. Perhaps Vulcan can market this treatment as a Fountain of Youth," she teased.

Sarek tensed. "Never," he said. "It is far too dangerous for frivolous pursuits. If the stasis unit had failed, even for a millisecond, you would have died, my wife."

"I was only kidding, Sarek. I know it would never be used for that." The twinkle in her eye convinced Sarek that she indeed was only teasing him, and he relaxed.

He took her hand and caressed the back of it with his thumb. "I remember the first time I met you, Amanda. It was that same twinkle in your eye that caught mine. Do you remember?"

* * *

Sarek walked down the hall of the Embassy toward his office. He looked up to see a young human woman walking toward him and he recognized her immediately. In fact, he had been watching her for days. He yearned to speak, but shyness held him back. She was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Her long dark hair fell in waves down her slender back to rest on rounded hips. Her sapphire-blue eyes twinkled when she smiled and laughed which was often.

Sarek was smitten. But he was Vulcan. She was human. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, but he couldn't act on his feelings for her ... or could he? He wanted to, but he had a role to play on her planet. Amanda turned and smiled hello to Sarek as she passed him. She knew he watched her and that thought made her blush.

He nodded to her in acknowledgment of her greeting. His eyes followed her as she passed him.

Amanda turned her head slightly; she was too engrossed watching Sarek that she didn't pay attention to where she was going. She ran right into Saran, who saw her coming and knew she wasn't paying attention. He caught her before she fell. For a fleeting moment, she wished it was Sarek that had caught her, but she noticed he saw everything. Her face turned a bright red.

Amanda mumbled an apology to Saran and walked away as fast as she could without making herself look even clumsier.

Sarek was fascinated by the shade her face turned. He had never before seen that color on a humanoid before. He was intrigued. When Saran caught up to him, he turned to Saran and asked who she was. He was interested as to why she was in the "inner sanctum" of the Embassy.

"She is here to teach our staff Standard," Saran replied.

Sarek raised an eyebrow and wondered if his Standard could do with some refreshing. The two Vulcans continued to Sarek's office without further delay, but Sarek's mind was more on language lessons, than trade agreements with Terrans. When they got to Sarek's office, he dismissed Saran and waited for him to leave.

Amanda ran into her office and shut the door. Falling into her chair she let her head drop into her hands, her embarrassment washing over her. "Oh, what have I done?" she moaned. "I just made a complete ass of myself in front of the Vulcan Ambassador of all people!"

There was a soft knock at the door. Amanda raised her head and straightened up in her chair. "Come," she said.

The Vulcan Ambassador entered the room and gazed at her. Amanda could only wonder what was going through his mind, her face flushing as she did. "I understand you are to teach my staff more idiomatic Standard. Is this true?"

"Yes. I was contracted for one solar year," she said, surprised at how level her voice was.

"I would like to take those classes as well. I would like to improve my Standard." His accent was somewhat thick, but he was understandable.

Amanda fought the blush she knew was rising. She cleared her throat softly and indicated he sit down on the chair. "We have three levels, Ambassador."

He approached her desk and sat before her. He was close enough that she could smell his cologne. His robes swirled around him, wafting his pleasant scent towards her.

She paused, "I think we should start you at the basic level. We can move on from there as you progress."

"That would be acceptable." He glanced down at his hands, which were folded in his lap. "What would you have me do to prepare for my lessons?" he asked, intrigued by her calmness. He, too, noticed the slight reddening of her cheeks.

She smiled slightly inhaling his scent. She let it surround her and fill her senses.

He leaned closer to her, resting his forearms on her desk. "Well?"

Shaking herself mentally, she spoke. "Hmm ... lets see. I can put you in a class with Saran, Sorael and T'Kira. Or you can have individual lessons? The choice is yours."

He looked deep into her ice-blue eyes. "I would prefer individual lessons," he said softly. He wondered at the fates that allowed him to spend time alone with this wonderful woman.

Amanda shivered. "Yes, that is most wise."

Sarek straightened in his chair. "When do we start?"

She paused for breath. "Tomorrow at 1400 hours."

"That will be difficult. I am meeting with the Andorian Ambassador then. Would it be possible for you to have lunch with me? You could conduct your lesson then."

Amanda shrugged, "Yes, that would be good."

"Then it is settled. We will dine together." He stood up to leave.

"Will it offend you if I eat meat, though?" she asked.

"No, it will not offend me, although I would rather you did not." He paused. "I do not believe we have any meat here at the Embassy." Sarek felt a little queasy about the prospect of sitting across from someone that would be eating the flesh of a dead animal, but having been on Earth for over 20 years, he had seen it many times before.

"Oh! Well, then I can not meet with you," she stated firmly.

"Oh?" Sarek raised his eyebrow. He was interested in her strong will. "May I ask why not?"

"I am human, sir. My diet requires meat. And I love it." She stood and folded her arms across her chest, feeling almost giddy with her resolve. He was not going to dictate what she ate, and if they were to become friends, he had just better get used to seeing her eat a thick, juicy steak.

He had never been spoken to like that other than from his parents. He was intrigued. "Very well, you may eat what you wish. I require the lessons and you are our only instructor. Shall we dine at 12 noon?" He looked out of the corner of his eye at her. "Is that acceptable?"

"No! I have another appointment at that time. 1300 hours is better. But we will have to be finished by 1400."

The corner of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. "1300 hours will be fine." He stood up and swept out of her office, bemused.

Amanda stifled a laugh. She was damned if that man was going to dictate to her!

As Sarek strode down the hall, he thought that she had a lot to learn about Vulcan societal etiquette. But he realized that he would be more than willing to teach her.

Amanda gathered her notes and headed out the door. She had to see Saran and rearrange her afternoon. She wasn't looking forward to his displeasure, but she was not concerned about him. All she had to say was that the Ambassador required her from 1300 to 1400. She knew those were the magic words around here.

* * *

Sarek and Amanda ate in the Ambassador's private dining area adjacent to his office. It was a well-appointed room, without the unnecessary affluence of the wealthy. In fact, it was almost spartan. The food was excellent. Sarek had a salad and plomik soup, while Amanda arranged for a veal cutlet to be delivered to the Embassy. Wine was also served and they talked about the different cultures and languages of Earth during the meal.

Sarek started his lessons immediately after lunch and found she was a most satisfactory instructor. She was hard on him when necessary, but encouraging as well. He found her ... refreshing. She relished in her humanity and didn't change her behavior around him to "become Vulcan" as some Humans did.

He started seeing her outside of classes. The first time he asked her out for dinner, she was startled, he thought, but she accepted his invitation.

The night of the dinner, Amanda took a long, hot bubble bath. She wore a pretty silk mandarin-style dress that matched her eyes perfectly and hugged her form, making her feel slightly sexy. She brushed her hair until it gleamed, and let if fall down her back. She returned to the Embassy to meet Sarek there. He watched her approach him, his breath catching in his throat when he saw her. He had only seen her in her work clothes, which were functional. Now, she was positively beautiful. They got in the groundcar and left for the restaurant.

He was planning to take her to the finest restaurant in San Francisco, one that served both exquisite vegetarian as well as meat dishes. When they arrived, they were shown to his favorite table. Shortly after they were seated, the reporters and holoviders interrupted their dinner, wondering who the lady at his table was. He had a little experience with them and found them boorish at best. Even so, he was appalled at the behavior of the press. They made it impossible for them to eat their dinner. Sarek endured their questions for a brief time, and then he called for the check and escorted Amanda firmly out of the restaurant.

"Next time, sir, we can dine at my apartment. I make a mean veggie casserole," she quipped.

"I am truly sorry. We will have to finish the meal at the Embassy where we have proper decorum." He escorted her into the car and they were whisked away.

"I would rather not go back to the Embassy if you do not mind," she said.

"Where would you rather go? I will take you anywhere, to apologize for this evening." Sarek was disturbed by the disastrous way this outing was going.

"Walk with me along the beach?"

"Now? But it's dark out there ... but as you wish. Driver," he called. "Take us to the beach ... uh..." He looked at her with a hint of confusion on his calm features. "Which one Amanda?"

"The nearest one is 2.6 kms from here. Head towards Starfleet HQ, and follow the road to the left. You will come to my favorite stop. It is also where I live." She turned to look at him, her eyes twinkling.

"Driver, did you hear that? Please take us there." Sarek turned to her and said, "Are you sure you do not mind me coming over to your dwelling? I have not even fed you yet."

"I will send out for food. It's not a problem. Relax."

Sarek settled back in his seat, thinking. What must she think of me. I am unable even take her out for a nice dinner. He was reminded of what his mother said when he was first assigned to Earth. Never go to someone's place empty-handed. Always bring something with you, my son. "Do you wish me to pick up some wine along the way? It is no problem..."

"No, I have a few bottles!" she smiled secretly.

Sarek raised an eyebrow at her. "Then that would be acceptable." Sarek looked out the darkened windows and noticed that the driver was slowing down already. "Is this where you live?"

"Yes. This is home for the time being."

The driver stopped the car and opened Sarek's door. Sarek rounded the car to open Amanda's door himself. "That will be all for now. If I require your services again, I shall call the Embassy."

Amanda's face showed surprise at his presumption. What the hell? Does he think he is staying here?

Sarek walked slightly behind her, his hands clasped behind his back as they walked to her apartment. He was oblivious to her look of surprise. She opened the front door, walked down the small hallway and entered the living room. She dialed up the heating slightly, to aid his comfort. Taking a deep breath she turned to him, "Ah ... Sarek, I need to clarify a few rules."

He looked at her calmly. "Yes? What rules would these be? I understand that you would have meat in your own house. I've already informed you that it does not offend me. Was there something else?"

"Er ... yes ... I don't know how to say this ... but I shall try anyway. I am not in the habit of inviting just anyone back to my home. Your comments to your driver surprised me."

He raised an eyebrow at her comment. "Really?" She could tell by his expression that he was truly confused by her comment. "I was simply letting him know that I would be here for a while. It is not pleasant to sit in a car for hours. He may as well be comfortable at the Embassy instead of being outside of your door where the press could find us again. I was only thinking of your privacy, Amanda."

"No, Sarek, you said and I quote ... You may go back to the embassy... I will call you if I require you again tonight. That tells me you were thinking about staying here all night! Which you will not be doing, I can assure you!"

"Ah, that was an unfortunate mistake on my part. I meant no offense. I shall leave now. Please have a pleasant night." Sarek started toward the door, his humiliation complete. He wondered if she would ever see him again; would she even continue his language lessons after this evening? He knew he didn't understand human dating practices, but even he could tell that he had made far too many serious errors tonight. He almost sighed as he reached out for the door handle, but suppressed it.

Amanda sighed. Damn! These Vulcans were sooooo frustrating to be around. "Hold it right there," she whispered, furious at him.

"Yes?" He turned to face her. He could tell at the snapping of her eyes that she was not pleased, but was torn between a decision of some sort.

She fought to bring her temper under control. "I know I have said this badly, and no doubt we will ... I will laugh about this later ... but I want to at least feed you."

"If you insist," he ventured. He turned back and shut the door. "You wanted to walk along the beach. Do you still wish to engage in this activity?"

"DAMN!" she exploded.

"Is that a yes?"

Amanda let her temper loose. "Stop it! Just bloody stop it! I insult you and you don't even give a fig, you don't even fight back! Yes, I want to walk along the beach."

Sarek stared at her in total incomprehension. "Were we fighting? And how does a Mediterranean fruit come into the conversation?"

Amanda lost it then. Holding her sides, she started laughing. Tears were streaming down her face.

Sarek wondered if he should summon a healer. He approached her, but was at a complete loss as to what to do for her.

Still giggling, Amanda sat down on the sofa. Gasping, she told him to sit. "Oh, Sarek, you are truly amazing. Do you know that?"

He didn't know how to answer that question. He knew he did not want to incur her wrath again. So far, she had yelled at him twice. He didn't wish a third time.

"Non sequitur, Amanda. First I was presumptuous, now I am amazing. You are confusing me again."

"Okay, I am calm now. Let's start again shall we?" Amanda giggled again. "Sorry, I will try to explain. Okay, oh hell ... it's kind of silly and embarrassing. When a human male or other species takes a female out to dinner, they think it's their right to her body."

Sarek sat on the edge of the sofa seat. He hadn't even taken off his coat. He waited for her to continue.

"And especially when said female invites back said male to her home. I haven't dated in a while so I forgot."

He stared at her. "My right to do what with her body?" He started slightly and his ear-tips became suddenly green-tinged. "Are you assuming I wanted a sexual liaison tonight? I have not even been able to feed you yet."

"No! I am not lumping you in with them ... but it was the comment. All I wanted to do was to invite you here for a meal and some conversation. I ask forgiveness for jumping to the wrong idea."

"And I ask forgiveness for putting you in an awkward position. Shall we indeed start again? Would you like to accompany me on the beach for a walk?" He looked at her with his black eyes, imploring her to walk with him. Here was a man used to dealing with governments on a daily basis, yet he became flustered around this enchanting woman.

"Yes, please, but first I would like to eat, as it has been a while since I last did that."

Sarek looked down, his ear-tips still green. "Yes, of course." He gazed back up to her face and asked, "May I please take off my coat?"

"By all means. Ah ... Sarek is anything wrong with your ears ... they keep turning a strange color," she teased. She noticed his discomfort, but the imp in her couldn't help her last comment.

He felt like an incompetent around her, and when she mentioned his ears, he desperately tried to control the blood flow to them. "Nothing of importance, I assure you."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I am sure. What are we going to 'order in'?"

"Mmm ... How about Chinese? They do some wonderful veggie dishes."

He was trying to change the subject from his physiology and lack of control. "Chinese would be acceptable. But ... what means Chinese?"

Amanda explained quickly then pressed the comm button for her local restaurant. She placed her order and put her thumb on the screen for payment.

"How long will this take?" Sarek had never ordered any food in and was intrigued by the process. He rose and hung his coat on a hook by the door. Trying to make "small talk", he asked, "What did you want to do in the meantime? Do you listen to music?"

Amanda looked at him sharply, he seemed uncomfortable. She wondered about this. "Please make yourself at home; I am going to change into something more suitable for beach walking. The CD's are over there on the left on the shelf ... anything is fine with me. By the way, would you like a drink?"

"Please." He wandered over to the CD rack and found quite an eclectic mixture. He selected a symphony by Beethoven and placed it in the player.

Amanda disappeared into her bedroom, pulling off the dress and pantyhose. She then pulled on a T-shirt, sweat pants and sweater. She walked back into the living room barefoot and carrying socks. Sarek saw a flash of red on Amanda's feet and looked down. Amanda followed his gaze as he looked down at her bare toes. They were covered with bright red nail polish. She raised her eyebrow and said, "Don't Vulcan females paint their toenails?"

"No. Is there some significance to this that I should be aware of?"

"None. It's a human female thing."

Sarek was dressed in his ambassadorial robes, with ankle boots. He thought about the breezes that kick off the ocean and realized he would be warm enough as he was, providing he put on his coat again. He asked, "Are you ready?"

Just then, the chime sounded. It was their food. Sarek realized that he was very hungry too, and the food smelled wonderful.

Amanda walked into the kitchenette grabbed two plates, cutlery and glasses. She set the table and motioned for him to sit. He entered the cozy kitchen and sat in the offered chair. He watched her as she pulled tiny containers from a bag and opened them. Some she set before him, and others she put before where she was sitting. "Here, try these. You should like them." Sarek tentatively poked at the chow mein and found it very tasty. He watched Amanda eat, stealing glances over his fork. She pulled the cork from the wine and poured a small amount into each glass. Sarek smelled the bouquet and found it smelled wonderful. He didn't know much about Terran wines, but he enjoyed her selection.

They talked amicably over their dinner and opened a second bottle of wine. After dinner, they felt stuffed. "I have never experienced Chinese cuisine before," Sarek said. "I found it most satisfactory. Do you have it often?"

Amanda sat back in her chair, swirling the wine around in her glass. "Yes, quite often. That way I don't have to cook. Sometimes I'm too tired after work to prepare a large meal. And it's only me here, so I find it very convenient to order in."

Sarek watched her mouth move as she spoke. He wanted to touch her full, sensuous lips, to feel those lips on his skin, but knew he never would. He wondered what she would taste like, what she would feel like in his arms. Perhaps the wine is affecting me more than I thought,/ he mused.

Amanda noticed his dark eyes staring at her. "Is there something wrong, Sarek?" she asked.

He shook himself from his reverie and said, "No, not at all. Perhaps we should take that walk along the beach."

"Sure!" Amanda jumped up from her chair and grabbed another bottle of wine. "We may need this to ward off the chill of the ocean air, don't you think?"

"It may come in useful," Sarek admitted. He didn't want this evening to end, especially now that he realized that he had not made another serious mistake in over 2 hours. Maybe I can still get more language lessons after all, he thought. And maybe even another, what do the humans call it, ah yes, another date with her.

He walked to the door and removed his coat from the hook. Putting it on, he noticed that Amanda also had a light jacket on as well. He opened the door for her and they left.

The moon was full and cast its light over the beach. The water sparkled as it moved back and forth on the sand.

It was hard walking on the loose sand, but Sarek had done that many times as a child growing up in ShiKahr. Amanda felt that the breeze was still a warm one; it had been a scorcher of a day, for her at least. Sarek was still bundled in his coat but after walking on the beach for 30 minutes, he undid the clasps.

As they walked, Amanda took off her shoes and waded in the shallow waters of the incoming tide. Sarek stayed on the beach. "Come on, take off your shoes and wade with me," she called.

"What is the logic of getting sand all over your feet?" he shouted back.

"Because it's fun! C'mon, try it! You may even like it, God forbid." She was openly teasing him now. Even in the moonlight, she could see a slight upcurving of a corner of his mouth. He started walking toward her, carefully keeping his boots as dry as he could. He moves as gracefully as a cat, Amanda thought. Now if only he could relax. He's not Ambassador Sarek now, he's just Sarek.

She left the water and moved to where he was walking, carrying the opened bottle of wine. "Here, have a drink." They had not brought any glasses with them, so Sarek took a swig from the bottle. If T'Pau could see me now! he thought. Surprisingly, the wine tasted even better from the bottle, out here in the night air.

Amanda let Sarek hold the bottle and slipped her arm through his. They walked in silence for a while, each with their own thoughts. She looked up at him. His face was bathed by the moonlight, his features almost hawk-like. She looked at his exquisitely pointed ears and almost reached up to touch them. She felt the strength of his arm underneath his clothing and she wondered what he looked like naked. She steered him closer to the water's edge as they walked and drank the wine. They talked about his childhood, her childhood and virtually every topic under the sun. She told him about her brother and his family, and he told her about his sister and brother and life on Vulcan

Just then, a huge wave came in and knocked them both down. Sarek's clothing filled with water, weighing him down. The strong undercurrent pulled Sarek back with it. Amanda screamed to him to stand up, that he would be okay. Sarek panicked, never having learned to swim, or even what to do around large bodies of water. His senses were dulled from the 3 bottles of wine as well. His clothing weighed a ton and he was pulled under the surface. He struggled to the top and grabbed a quick breath before being pulled under again. Amanda rushed into the water, screaming his name. Finally, Sarek could feel the pull of the water lessen and he stood up. The water came to his neck and he thrashed around, scared; really scared for the first time in his life. Amanda got to him but stayed just out of his reach.

"Amanda, help me!" Sarek yelled. Amanda was a very strong swimmer, but she knew the danger of trying to rescue a terrified person. She, herself, could be killed as well. "Sarek, calm down! Can you touch the bottom?"

Sarek heard her words, but he was still panicked. He struggled to regain his calm, but now the cold of the water was seeping into his awareness. He knew that if he didn't get out of it soon, hypothermia would set in and he would drown. He realized he was standing on the bottom and said, "Yes, I believe so. But I still need assistance!"

"Just walk toward me now, Sarek. I'll guide you in, but I won't get near you as long as you are thrashing around like that. I'm here, but you must calm down."

Sarek started walking toward Amanda's voice. He was cold, oh so cold. His body felt numb. His clothes still tried to drag him down, but his Vulcan strength allowed him to move slowly toward her. When he was waist deep in water, she ran up to him and put her arm around him, half dragging, half pulling him to shore.

When they got to the beach, Sarek collapsed on the sand. He was shivering badly and his teeth were chattering like a machine gun. Amanda pulled off her jacket and wrapped it around him. "Can you walk?" she asked.

"Give me a minute," he rasped. His breathing was rapid and he was exhausted. "I should be able to in a minute."

"You are freezing, Sarek. You may not have a minute. Now, get up!" She tugged at his arm and help to pull him to his feet. She found the wine bottle and it still had some fluid in it. "Here, finish this. It should keep you warm until we get home."

It was fortunate that they had already started back, so it wasn't that far to go. After about 10 minutes of walking, they reached her flat. Sarek's clothes were dripping wet and she knew he had to get out of them fast. "Strip!" she ordered.

Sarek's eyes widened at the command. "Here? In the living room?"

"Yes, here. I don't want you to drip water all over the place. You get those wet clothes off and I'll find you something warm to wrap yourself in." She left him there, dripping, as she went into the hall closet and pulled out 2 thick blankets for him.

Sarek knew what she asked was logical. He didn't want hypothermia to set in more than it already had. He began to peel off his soaking clothes leaving them in a heap on the floor by the door.

Amanda returned with the blankets as he was removing the last layers of clothing. She saw him and her breath caught in her throat. He was beautiful. His muscular chest was smooth, and his nipples were erect with the cold. She noticed they were green-tinged and she was intrigued by their color. His stomach was flat and firm. There was not an ounce of fat on him, she thought. He turned slightly as she entered and she stole a glance at his groin. His pubic hair was fairly sparse. His penis was of average length, but was thick and she noticed he had 2 ridges behind the glans instead of the one human males had. His balls hung proudly behind that beautiful organ. "Here, wrap yourself in this." She handed him a blanket and he bundled up in it, then sat on the couch.

She scooped up his clothes and asked, "Can this stuff go in the dryer?"

"I do not know," Sarek said. "Someone else handles the laundering of clothing." He was still shivering violently, but Amanda recognized that as a good sign. When he stopped shivering, then she had to worry.

"Maybe I should put them in the sonic shower to dry." She went down the hall to the bathroom. When she returned, she asked, "You need a hot drink to warm you up. Do you like coffee?"

"I prefer tea if you have it."

"Tea it is." She felt badly as it was her idea to go for a walk on the beach. Between the two of them, this evening had been a total loss.

She returned with the tea and said, "Perhaps you should call your driver now."

Sarek looked at her, his hair still dripping wet. "May I have a towel first and finish my tea?"

"Oh, of course. I meant when your clothes are dry." She felt flustered now as she rose to get him a towel. She felt certain that she would never see Sarek again. At least, not this way. That thought made her sad.

* * *

The next day at the Embassy, Amanda entered her office at her normal time. She noticed that there was a message flashing on her comm unit. She accessed it and Sarek's features filled the screen. He looked awful!

"Amanda, I regret that I will not be able to make it for my language lesson today. However, it would please me to see you again, if that is acceptable to you. As you can see, I'm rather ill from my ... swim of last night. Please let me know your answer at your earliest convenience."

She didn't know what to say. Her heart soared at the prospect of seeing him again. Maybe they could even have a date without a disaster marring it. Is it possible? She thought about him all last night after he left. His body's image floated throughout her mind, the sight of his beautiful cock excited her. Yes, she would see him again. That much was certain. She returned his message and they agreed that she would see him after her work hours. His residence was in the Embassy, so she didn't have far to travel.

She thought of him the entire day. Of what he looked like under all those clothes. Her mind was also thinking of what she would like to do to him if she could ever persuade him to remove his clothes without first trying to drown him.

After her work hours were over, Saran appeared at her office door. "I am to take you to Ambassador Sarek's residence. Will you please follow me."

"Certainly. Let me first finish up here."

Saran's eyebrow raised at that, but he waited patiently. When Amanda had finished what she was doing, she followed him.

They went up the center staircase to the private residences of the Vulcan staff. There, they entered Sarek's suite of rooms and into his bedroom. Saran left them alone and closed the door. Sarek was propped in bed, Kleenex beside him. His nose was slightly green from all the blowing he was forced to do. When he looked up as the door opened, Amanda thought she detected a flash of warmth cross his austere features, but it disappeared so quickly, she wasn't sure. "Amanda, it is pleasing to see you again. I am gratified that you came. Please, pull up a chair. Sev will not allow me out of bed, at least for now. He is quite protective, for a healer. How has your day gone?"

Sarek's eyes were bright and he seemed almost animated for a Vulcan. She commented on this and he said, "I do not like being detained indoors for long periods of time. I get somewhat anxious if I can not go out of doors." He looked sheepish as he admitted this one fault of his.

Suddenly, an explosive sneeze ripped through him, and he looked at her apologetically. Amanda laughed out loud at his pathetic look. Saran brought some tea and Sarek and Amanda talked for a while then she left for home. She assured him that she would visit him the following afternoon.

While she was visiting, Sev came to see his patient. He explained the seriousness of a cold to her. Vulcans were very adept at retaining fluid, so when they get a cold, which was rare, the fluid overload caused by the release of histamines can affect the circulatory system and could prove to be fatal in some cases. Amanda became concerned. Here, it was thought that Vulcans were so strong. What if Sarek died from a common cold?

The next afternoon, Sarek spiked a serious temperature. Amanda came to his room for her visit and found him bundled up in his covers, shivering violently again. He looked like he did when she first pulled him out of the ocean. His hair was mussed and slicked against his forehead with sweat. She had never seen a Vulcan sweat before and knew it was not normal for them. Sarek's eyes were dull and he was fidgeting with his covers. She immediately called for Sev and instructed him to bring some ice; lots of ice with him.

Sev rushed into the room and his mouth became a grim slash when he saw Sarek. He told Amanda to run cold water in the sink and fill a basin he handed her. "And grab all the towels and face cloths you can find in there. Soak them in the cold water as well," he called after her.

While she was carrying out his instructions, Sev tore the covers off and stripped Sarek of his pajamas. "Hurry," he called.

Amanda rushed back into the bedroom and saw Sarek lying naked on his bed, sweat covering his body.

"Start washing him down with the cold cloths please, Amanda. I do not have time to summon anyone else and his fever has to be brought down quickly." Sev had put the ice cubes he brought into the basin of water, which made it even colder.

Amanda started with his face, but Sev told her to concentrate on his arms, chest and groin. "Those are the places where large amounts of blood are closer to the surface, and those need to be cooled first," he explained. Sev started with Sarek's arms and chest, which left the groin for Amanda. She steeled herself, then slapped a soaking wet, cold cloth on his penis. Sarek jumped at the contact, then rolled his eyes and closed them again. He was delirious.

Amanda bathed him with the cold water. She felt the heaviness of his cock and balls as she lifted them to bath under them. His cock was thick and she could feel the potential steel under the silky skin. There was no foreskin to retract and she saw the flush of green on his cockhead. As she was performing her task, she wondered how his cock would taste, how it would feel sliding in and out of her warmth. She mentally shook herself, stealing a glance at Sev to see if he noticed. He didn't.

They worked well into the evening and finally, around 9 p.m., Sarek's fever broke. Sev looked at Amanda, warmth in his eyes. "I thank you, T'sai. Your actions were exemplary. It would have been difficult to do this without you." He bowed to her, showing his respect for her.

Amanda blushed at his show of respect. No one had ever done that to her. She was flattered. "I did what was necessary, Sev. But I do appreciate you being here with me."

Sarek's eyes fluttered open. He was still naked and uncovered, but he didn't appear to notice. "Water," he croaked. Amanda almost laughed. Here, they had been bathing him in water for hours, and he was thirsty. She handed him a glass and he propped himself up on his elbow to drink it. He looked down at himself, then at Amanda. "How long have you been here, Amanda?"

"The entire time, Sarek."

"Oh." He lay back down. "I am finding it a bit chilly in here. Would it be possible to at least have a sheet to put over me please?"

Sev and Amanda looked at each other. Amanda smiled, and Sev raised an eyebrow at her gesture. "I think we can arrange that," Amanda said. She covered him up, then helped Sev clean up the room. "I have to get home now. I'll see you tomorrow. Until then, Sarek."

She swept out of the room, leaving the 2 Vulcans staring after her.

* * *

"Yes, I remember those two nights well, Sarek." Amanda curled up next to her husband of 53 years. "That was the second time I saw you naked. I knew you wanted me that first night, but when I ended up nursing you, I realized that I wanted you, too." She stroked his chest, still muscular after all these years.

"I remember the first time I kissed you, my wife. I was not very good at it at all."

Amanda laughed. "No, you weren't. You pressed your lips hard against mine as you had seen other humans do. There was no softness there at all. You said you did it because I talked too much. But I taught you the proper way to kiss and you were a quick study."

"You taught me many things. You were a patient teacher and I was a willing student. Shall we relearn some lessons, my wife?" Sarek gathered her into his arms and bent his head to kiss her. She opened her lips and he slid his tongue into her warm mouth. Their tongues dueled with each other as Sarek cupped her ample, and now firm, breast.

He broke off the kiss and rolled her onto her back. He watched his hand play with her nipples, enjoying the feel of them when they stiffened. She arched her back in encouragement. Sarek took one of her rosy-brown nipples into his mouth. He flicked it between his teeth and tongue, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Amanda. He moved to the other nipple and sucked it in, playing with it, tasting it.

She reached into his hair and carded through it gently. It was grayer now, but still her husband looked quite distinguished. As he suckled her, she smiled down at him. She then ran her hand down his back and to his buttocks. She cupped his ass, then slid her finger down the crack. Her arms were too short to reach the entrance to his body, but the night was young yet. There would be plenty of time.

Sarek moaned into her breast, then sat up. He gazed down at his beautiful wife, his eyes black with pleasure. Then he lay beside her again, his hand stroking her firm belly, moving lower slowly. She grabbed his head and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Sarek allowed it, capturing her mouth with his, swirling his tongue around her mouth and teeth. His hand reached her warmth and he slipped a finger inside her wetness. Amanda spread her legs wider to give him better access. He slowly, tortuously, pumped his finger in and out of her, thrusting it as deep as he could each time.

Amanda broke off the kiss and reached down for his erect cock. She rubbed the glistening cockhead with her thumb, pressing down on the spongy flesh. Sarek gasped softly as she stroked the slit with her nail, spreading his fluid over the head. His ridges quivered ever so slightly each time she did this. His cock jumped in her hand and she could feel the steel beneath the silk.

Sarek slipped in another finger, pumping harder now. "Oh, Sarek, that feels so good," she breathed. She looked at his face and noticed a gleam in his eye. He pulled his fingers out of her and slid his cock out of her grasp as well.

"I wish to pleasure you with my mouth Amanda. But in order to do this, I have to move." He scooted down the bed and lay on his stomach between her widely-spread legs. He slipped his hands under her hips and raised them slightly. Then he lowered his head and breathed in her nectar. "Oh, you smell so good! I have missed you so, my wife." His tenderness aroused her and her fluids seeped from her sex. Sarek lowered his mouth and lapped them up. He gently gripped her clitoris with his teeth and flicked it with his hot tongue. Each time he flicked, Amanda bucked her hips against his face. He continued his ministrations until she was writhing on the bed, her hands firmly clasped in his hair. Then, as she couldn't stand it any longer, he thrust his tongue into her as deeply as he could. She clamped her thighs around his shoulders as she shuddered with the force of her orgasm. "Oh Sarek! I'm cumming!"

Her fluids rushed from her and he lapped them up as fast as he could. She tasted so sweet; he couldn't get enough. Finally, her shuddering lessened, then stopped. He looked up to see her gasping for breath, her nipples erect, and her face flushed. "Was that acceptable for you, beloved?" he asked innocently.

She swatted at him. "You know perfectly well that it was, Vulcan! Now, it's my turn. Lie down on your back!" she ordered.

Sarek enjoyed it when she wanted to be the aggressor. He complied with her order. "Like this?" He lay on his back, his cock standing straight up from his body, weeping.

"Yes. Exactly like that." Her eyes glazed as she looked at his proud cock, its jade-green head bobbing slightly with his heartbeat. "I want to do something to you that I've never done before. Will you allow this?"

Sarek was intrigued. He thought they had done everything there was to do with each other over the years. "Certainly, my wife. What is it?"

"Close your eyes and don't move. Be assured that I will not hurt you."

He felt a little trepidation, but he dutifully closed his eyes. He felt her leave the bed and he could hear her rummaging around in a drawer. He became very curious, but still he kept his eyes close as per instructions. After a few minutes, he felt her put something soft but firm around his right wrist, then his left. He felt his arms being raised above his head. "Open your eyes," she said.

Sarek looked up and noticed that his hands had been bound to the brass headboard of their bed. He realized he could get free if he had to, but he was in no hurry to do it. "I am all yours, it appears."

"Yes, you are." She moved down to his feet and bound them to the footboard spreading his legs. He felt his cock stiffen even more as she did this. She knelt beside him on the bed and grasped his hard organ. She began to pump him slowly, her other hand fondling his balls, rolling them around in their loose sack. "Do you like this?"

"You know I do." Sarek began to squirm on the bed, his groin aflame. She continued to stroke him firmly. His eyes darkened in passion. "There is one catch though, Amanda. I can not touch you the way you have me bound. I wish to!"

"That's the plan, Sarek. You are totally under my control now. You will do what I allow. Is that clear, Mr. Ambassador?"

"Perfectly. Request permission to thrust into your hand."

"Permission denied, Mr. Ambassador. You will thrust when I tell you to."

Sarek's eyes widened at that. His wife had never given any indication of wanting to be this dominant before. He found that it excited him even more than he already was.

She continued to stroke his cock, running her thumb across the weeping slit and spreading his pre-ejaculate over the head and shaft. Then, she slowly lowered her mouth over his penis and sucked in the head. Sarek gasped and bucked his hips despite himself. Amanda released his cock and flicked it with her finger. "I said no thrusting, remember?"

Sarek wasn't hurt when she flicked him, in fact, it made him harder. "I beg forgiveness." He concentrated on re-establishing his fading controls as she took him into her hot mouth again. He started calculating the value of pi to stop himself from breaking her rules.

Amanda laved his cock from it's base to its head, all the while playing with his balls. She knew Sarek could only hold on so long before he came, but she wanted to play this up for as long as she could. She felt almost giddy with power when she flicked his rock-hard cock and told him to stop thrusting. This is fun, she thought, providing it's not overdone.

She slid a hand behind his balls and felt his puckered opening. Sarek eyed her warily, knowing that if she inserted her finger, he would have no choice but to thrust. He sent that message across their bond. Amanda looked up, her mouth full of cock, and smiled with her eyes. As she held his gaze, she pressed her finger against his opening until it gave. She inserted her finger up to her knuckle, pulled it back and pushed in again. She could feel Sarek's cock twitch in her mouth. His head fell back onto the bed and a moan was ripped from him. She finger-fucked him in time with her sucking and he thrust helplessly into her mouth. She allowed it.

"Permission ... to ... speak"

He raised his head and saw her nod.

"I'm cumming, Amanda," he groaned. With that, he bucked his hips and felt his semen rush from his body into her mouth. He felt her swallow his seed, her muscles milking him of his fluid. Her finger still fucked him as he came, brushing over his prostate with maddening regularity. "Oh, A'Tha!" he cried. Finally, spent, he collapsed back onto the mattress, his cock still half erect and demanding more.

Amanda let him slip out of her mouth and removed her finger. She moved up the bed and kissed him, letting him taste himself on her lips. He kissed her deeply, passionately. Finally she broke off the kiss and sat back to look at him.

"Will you let me loose now?"

"No. I have one more thing I want to do to you, husband."

"Well, at least I'm husband now, not Mr. Ambassador. That's progress. What is it you wish to do?"

"This." She straddled him, resting her hot sex on his penis. She started to grind her hips against his groin, feeling his cock push against her butt. She continued to move against him, reaching forward and tweaking his nipples. She bent down and took one in her mouth, flicking the other one with her fingers. Sarek writhed on the bed as best as he could, being careful not to thrust too much.

Amanda straightened up, grabbed his cock, and slowly lowered herself onto it, impaling herself on his steel. She rotated her hips, feeling his penis stir inside of her, growing bigger. She could feel the ridges flare against the sides of her vagina increasing her pleasure. Then she raised herself up until just the tip was still encased, then sat down quickly.

Sarek's eyes widened and he threw his head back. He was flame, his groin was flame. Every nerve was alive with sensation. He thrust up to meet her as she sat back down on him. Over and over, they did this. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. They continued this rhythm until he felt his balls contract. "Soon, Amanda, very soon," he croaked. Two more thrusts sent Sarek and Amanda over the edge. His hot cum filled her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over them both as the bond between them flared.

Finally, totally spent, Amanda got off of him and lay beside him, her head pillowed on his chest. "That was absolutely terrific. I haven't cum like that in a long time!" She sighed in contentment, almost drifting off to sleep.

"Amanda," Sarek's soft voice said. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"No, I don't think so. What?"

"Untie me!" His voice was steel, but she could detect a little humor in it.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry Sarek. I forgot."

She got out of bed and untied him. When she crawled back under the covers, he wrapped his arms around her and murmured, "That's better."

They fell into a deep sleep, both with slight smiles on their faces. They were looking forward to many more years together and more memories to share.



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