DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc. The story contents are the creation and property of Ronda Sexton and is copyright (c) 2001 by Ronda Sexton. This story is Rated NC-17.



Cupid and His Arrow

Ronda Sexton



Christine sighed with relief as they materialized in the transporter room. Lt. Baccus was on duty. He was the soul of discretion.

After he saw the landing party's attire, Lt. Baccus quickly assumed an attention stance. Keeping his eyes straight ahead, he addressed Kirk. "Sir, should I go and get uniforms for the members of the landing party, sir?"

Captain Kirk appreciated Lt. Baccus' attitude. No one would know the undignified dress the landing party had beamed up wearing. "Yes, Lt. Baccus, please go and retrieve appropriate uniforms."

Christine and Nyota moved to one side of the room. They were both mortified over the recent turn of events. Being forced to engage in the bizarre charades with Spock and Kirk had been humiliating. All Christine wanted to do was go to her quarters and try to forget this mission had ever happened.

After a few minutes, Lt. Baccus returned, not only with fresh uniforms, but also with supplies for Christine and Nyota to remove the gaudy makeup the Plationians had forced upon them.

"You two go first," Kirk said gently to Noyta and Christine. They had been hurt badly by all that had happened. He hoped getting back in their uniforms would make them feel less vulnerable.

Gratefully, they walked in the transporter room's head and quickly changed into their uniforms and removed the caricatured makeup from their faces. Each sensed the other was not ready to talk about what had happened.

Later on, in her quarters, Christine paced nervously. In about an hour, there would be a debriefing on the ill-fated mission. She had prepared her report, and was hoping that Captain Kirk would simply accept their reports and not make them discuss the incidents. She had been totally humiliated on the planet. How she could ever look Spock in the face again after what had happened was beyond her?

Forcing herself to calm down, she sat and began reading a novel off of her view screen. She would worry about the debriefing when it came.

* * *

In the briefing room, they all sat quietly around the table. The Captain had asked them for their reports and was now reading them hurriedly. He had no desire to prolong this debriefing. If it were not required by Star Fleet, he would not have called the meeting at all.

Christine stared down at the table. She just wanted this to be over. Though it would never be over for her mentally. Being forced to kiss and fondle Spock had been humiliating. His words of apology for failing her had brought no comfort, only more shame. Then, as he had advanced towards her with the red hot poker, she had seen the torture in his eyes. He did not want to do this, but he was powerless to stop. If Alexander had not provided a distraction just in time... She shuddered to think of how things might have ultimately turned out.

Spock glanced over at Christine. She had not looked up from the table since handing the Captain her report. He blamed himself for Christine being beamed down as his partner in the sadistic games Parmen and his cohorts had planned. His mind had been upon her as chances of escaping Platonius seemed to drop dramatically. He had been troubled by the idea of never seeing her again. If he had remained focused on the mission, it was quite possible that she would not have been brought down for him. Had Parmen ruined his chance for a relationship with her before he had even been able to initiate it?

Spock laced his fingers together and rested his hands on the table. He had begun to think about initiating a relationship with Christine not too long after his parents had been on board for the Babel Conference. He had waited to act upon it because he was uncertain of how to approach her. But seeing her in action caring for both his father and himself with a caring professionalism had opened his eyes to the woman she truly was. His mother had not failed to notice the way Spock watched Christine. They talked about her and his mother let him know that she wholeheartedly approved of Christine. Now, because of Parmen, he might not ever have the chance to see if they had a future together.

Captain Kirk sat down the last PADD. "All of your reports are in order. This was a very difficult mission and you are all to be commended for the manner in which you have handled it. I know writing these reports was hard, but now we can move on past this incident. If you need any help coping with it, I will do my utmost to see that you get whatever counseling you may need. You can all go now, and you are all off duty for the next two days."

* * *

Christine sat in her dimly lit quarters. The debriefing had been short. She was thankful for that. She did not think she could have sat in Spock's presence for much longer. The memories and utter humiliation were just too much.

Since she was off duty, she had put on her favorite gown and wrapped herself in her thick, cozy, fuzzy robe. Hopefully, the herbal tea she was sipping would help her sleep tonight. After the torturous humiliation she had experienced today, all she truly wanted to do was stay in her quarters forever.

She set her mug on the table and walked to her sleeping area. Slipping out of her robe, she set it on the chair next to the bed and lay down.

The tea helped to doze off rather quickly, but it was far from a peaceful sleep. Rather, it was a sleep haunted by dreams in which she relived their humiliation time and time again. She woke up each time, her face awash in tears.

In his quarters, Spock tried to meditate. He had yet to gain mastery over his hatred and anger towards Parmen and his followers in spite of hours of meditation. The flickering firepot failed to soothe him and aid his meditation. It cast eerie shadows on his wall. They seemed to take on the form of himself and Christine. He had been forced to hurt her and others against his will. He thought about his forced participation in Parmen's wretched games. What he had been forced to do to Christine as she begged him to make them stop. She was the most kind and gentle person on the ship. That she had been forced into this situation was unthinkable.

Her pleas for him to make them stop echoed through his mind. He had failed her. After failing to protect her as he should have, would he ever be able to gain her trust again? He was certain that he had found his bondmate in Christine, even as Sarek had been with Amanda. Would Christine accept him after what Parmen and the others had forced upon them?

Gradually, he became aware that someone was in deep distress. The Kironide had sharpened his telepathic senses as well. He began focusing on the feelings bombarding them in an effort to locate their source.

When he realized it was Christine, he was torn between going to her and fearing that if he did it would only make matters much worse.

Finally, he could stand her pain no longer. He was compelled to go to her. The pain she was feeling was at least partially his fault. His failure to stop Parmen immediately had contributed to her pain. Would she accept him or reject him?

Arriving at her quarters, he keyed in his authorization code to override the door controls.

She was in the throes of yet another nightmare. He gently shook her shoulder to awaken her.

She sat up and stared at him in confusion and fear. "Mr. Spock," she began, her voice quavering with terror. "What are you doing here?" Tears were streaming down her face, and she could not imagine why he had entered her quarters. Confused images of the day's events swam through her mind as she awaited his answer.

"I felt your distress," he answered.

She calmed at his words, and the terror in her eyes faded to a quiet resolve.

"I don't see how you can stand to be near me after what we went through," she said solemnly.

He looked at her and realized that he should let her know exactly what he wanted from her. "It would not be logical to shun the presence of the woman I desire to be my bondmate," replied Spock.

She stared at him in disbelief. "Spock, you don't owe me anything. This was not your fault..."

He cut any further words from her by placing his fingers over her lips. "This has nothing to do with what happened on the planet. You have been very much in my thoughts of late. I have been considering how to best approach you about becoming my bondmate for some time now. Unfortunately, Parmen read these thoughts in my mind, then selected you in order to cause us the most distress possible. For that, I am truly sorry."

His fingers drifted from her lips to wipe away the fresh tears that were trickling down her cheeks. "Actually, Cupid's arrow stuck quite some time ago."

"When, Spock?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"It began with your care of my Father and myself when the Enterprise was in route to Babel. My mother noticed my reactions to you. We spoke, and she encouraged me to be open to the possibilities," answered Spock.

She raised her eyes to gaze into his. Spock's expression was guileless. She knew he was speaking the truth. Once more her blue eyes flooded with tears. This time, they were tears of joy. A smile graced her lips.

"May I show you how I feel?" he asked huskily.

She nodded wordlessly.

He kissed her tenderly and began projecting his feelings to her. She was buoyed up by his love and affection and began to return his kiss.

After a time, he pulled back and gazed at her with shining eyes. "Kissing you of my own free will is decidedly more pleasant than being forced to do so."

"Definitely," she breathed.

He wanted to do something to create happy, pleasant memories to counteract those from their encounter on the planet and bring her emotional healing. He wanted to feel her body pressed against his willingly, not fighting against forces neither of them could stop or control. However, he was uncertain if he should initiate more intimate contact beyond kissing. He did not wish to damage the fragile trust he had established with her tonight. He continued to stare into her mesmerizing blue eyes as he debated his next actions.

Christine sensed his desire and uncertainty. Tentatively, she reached out and gently caressed his cheek with her hand. This time, he did not flinch away from her touch as he had on the planet. Instead, he leaned his face into her touch with a soft sigh.

Spock kissed her again, cupping her face with his hands as he did so. The kiss intensified and her hands began wandering up and down his back.

Spock felt her desire and it greatly intensified his own. He decided to act upon their desires. Slowly and gently, he eased her down on the bed, lying beside her. She responded by kissing him even more passionately than before.

Realizing he was still a little uncertain, she pulled his shirt out of his pants and began stroking his bare back with her rapidly warming hands.

This was all the encouragement Spock needed. He slid her gown off, kissing her heated skin as he slid the silky material up her body. Then he pulled away from her exploring hands long enough to disrobe himself.

Christine sighed with pleasure at the sight of his naked form as he sank down on the bed beside her. He pulled her to him and resumed kissing her. He was determined that this encounter would be the slow and caring encounter she deserved. He slowly kissed his way down her neck and took a nipple in his mouth. He leisurely sucked on it as his hand made lazy trails up and down her body.

Christine caressed his chest, reveling in the crisp hair. She could hardly believe this was happening. If it were a dream, she never wanted it to end. Each touch of his hands and lips were electrifying. She gasped when one of his hands slid between her thighs. As his fingers probed and massaged her, she began breathing erratically.

She reached down and grasped his erection to guide him home. Spock, realizing she was ready, positioned himself over her and thrust into her deep chamber slowly. When he had fully sunk into her, he paused momentarily, enjoying the sensation of her tight embrace on his swollen member. Then he began thrusting at a steady pace. Christine wrapped her legs around him and moved with him. An intense climax caused their bodies to quake.

Spock held her as close, as they came down. This was the woman he desired, and she was his. No man would ever hurt her again if it was within his power to prevent it.

Finally, she spoke, "Spock, where do we go from here?"

He heard the uncertainty in her voice, and was quick to reassure her. "I would like very much to bond with you. We can be on Vulcan in fours days to hold our bonding ceremony."

She nodded, tears of joy shining in her eyes. "I would like that very much."

"Then it shall be done," said Spock.

Once again, his lips descended upon hers. She was the woman of his choosing, and they would soon be as one.



The End

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