Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount/Viacom. This story is the creation and property of Mistress V and is copyright © 2007 by Mistress V. Rated R.
Back to the Present
And so the time passed after the happy reunion
on the holodeck.
Spring melted into summer. Spock's
quasi brush with fame came and went with the crew shooting the calendar. Greg Dillon left the
Regular Starfleet duties took up the slack and
the months rolled by. The
But no one minded. In a few more months, the ship would be at
And then one day it was October. Christine knew because Corazon Jodriguez brought in a large, plump pumpkin, grown especially in experimental horticulture for the upcoming holidays. They all debated endlessly over what face to paint on it and finally decided on a version of Frankenstein. Christine promised to turn the squash into chocolate chip bread after Halloween.
"So, where are you and Spock headed for
leave?" Nyota asked on the way home from yoga
one Friday night. "Ade and I are taking a week in
"Spock said he'd plan everything,"
Christine replied a bit hesitantly. "He
insisted, his treat. We'll have a week
"Oh come on, Chris!" Nyota gave her friend's
arm a punch. "I don't even remember
the old Spock since you two got together.
He's still Vulcan, that's for sure, but you've had a great effect on him. I think he'll enjoy
Christine wondered if her husband had planned a trip to
"Chris?" Nyota's voice jarred Christine out of her daydream of just what kind of Terran natural science Spock enjoyed. It involved the study of human mating practices and all their infinitely diverse aspects.
"Sorry, Ny. Just wondering where we'll end up. Probably in
A darker memory flitted across her mind. In December it would be a year since that disastrous attempted mutiny aboard the VSS Xir'Tan, the one that very nearly had horrible consequences. The memories were by now almost gone but Christine still had the odd shudder now and then, wondering what might have happened. The event had put a huge damper on their first Christmas as a married couple, but they soldiered on and enjoyed the holiday as best they could.
* * *
Their quarters were a bit of a mess. The ship had hit the tail end of an ion disturbance that morning and anything not nailed down ended up on the floor. The contents of the closet were in a mishmash but fortunately, her husband had the foresight to secure the many knickknacks from their travels with strong adhesive. Christine spent a good twenty minutes re-arranging everything, then had a shower. Spock was busy with an inventory of new scientific supplies on the cargo bay and would likely be very late. It was the weekend, though, and both of them actually had the time off – together -- for the first time in weeks.
Christine was just exiting the bathroom when she ran smack into six foot plus of randy naked Vulcan. Before she could say a word, he'd slipped the robe from her shoulders and carried her back into the shower. Intensely erotic activity was quick to follow. By the time they made their way back to the sleeping chamber, both of them were so clean they positively squeaked.
"You Vulcan animal," Christine sighed contentedly into her husband's chest.
"Colloquially put but essentially correct, my wife," he replied as he let his hand caress her rear end, something he'd never tired of doing. "It was most fortunate you were in the right place at the right time, so to speak." An eyebrow raised. Vulcans did enjoy water, as Christine was quick to remind him. She swore just seeing a glass of it on a table caused him to start thinking naughty thoughts.
"Well, it isn't precisely Majoricia but it'll do for now." Or any one of a dozen spots they'd discovered since they became a couple. Spock had finally concluded it was indeed possible to make love under water, on water and next to water but still insisted the hypothesis needed further, regular testing.
"Speaking of Majoricia," Spock fairly purred as he placed his wife's hand on the key he wore around his neck. "I've been researching where we should take our first week's leave. I believe I have found the perfect journey for us to undertake."
"And where would that be, husband?" She nipped at the juncture of his collarbone where the key rested.
"Somewhere I have always wished to visit when I was younger but never did."
Christine gave a mental sigh. It probably was going to be
"Do you not trust me?" Spock asked softly as he pulled his wife closer. "Did you think I would force you on a primitive wilderness adventure over your Christmas holidays?"
She was ashamed of broadcasting her thoughts so openly. "I'm -- I'm sorry. It's just that until now we've gone to places I've pretty much chosen. I really have no idea what you'd prefer to see, except that you said you like interesting natural locations or scientific opportunities."
"That is true. Although in my youth I preferred the more adventure type holiday, in my old age I have come to appreciate the fact that one can have these adventures during the day while still enjoying all the proper creature comforts the rest of the time. As we did on our honeymoon. And at Kwil'nor." Spock kissed his wife, letting his love for her flow across their link. "I wish the holiday to be perfect for us. To make up for that which we were almost robbed of last year." He pressed a finger across her lips. "Let us not think of it, my love. This Christmas will be all about us, I promise."
Christine said nothing for some moments as she enjoyed the closeness they shared. And he was right. They really didn't have much of a real holiday alone together, not that the sportscamp hadn't been a great deal of fun. Tiring, fun, but busy. A snicker escaped her as she skirted a hand across his sharply defined hipbones. "Old age? Who are you trying to kid? OK then, calendar man, where are you taking me?" She watched his eartips turn a bright shade of green.
"I was an aficionado of your author Ernest
Hemingway during my academy days. So I
thought a trip to
"A roadtrip? You like that?" Christine always wondered if their wild west adventure honeymoon was a little over the top for Vulcan sensibilities. Spock had once said Vulcans preferred to meditate rather than take vacations, but now insisted that was part of his swine-headed youth phase and that holidays with the proper companionship were ... stimulating. But another road warrior journey?
"Indeed I do," Spock replied as he
gave her ribcage the gentlest of tickles.
"Your enthusiasm for such travels has rubbed off on me. We can spend a few days on
"I did my research when I was younger. My parents planned to visit
"Must you restate the obvious? I just said
that." The tickles grew more intense.
"Yes I have been to
* * *
"And what about
Spock laughed and pulled his wife astride him
so they were face to face once more. "My
parents have graciously agreed to lend us the Vulcan guest flat in
"So Kala says. Lady Kl'o'rox is absolutely beside herself. She also said the team might be at the wedding! They want a traditional four day Kal'Hyah, not the abbreviated version that's planned. Your work's cut out for you, Mister Tawi'Yan. Though her father insists they've has been threatened mightily with severe punishment if they...misbehave." Christine giggled as she recalled Kala's last vid.
"As visiting teams have been threatened
since teams began playing outside their home worlds," Spock replied. "The first time Soviet teams visited the
"Stop changing the subject. What about our leave in
"There are museums and institutes
everywhere. This is
"It'll be snowing, you know. Cold." She returned the caresses.
"We have been in cold climate before. If there is a blizzard, we shall simply remain indoors."
"You mean in bed." Her fingers closed over something and a sharp intake of Vulcan breath was heard.
"I just said that, Doctor. I really must silence these constant repetitions that you learned from your superior. A most annoying habit." Spock was enjoying the banter as much as his wife. It was part of their foreplay.
A moment later, there was no more discussion of
anything remotely related to