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My insides continue to surge and clench in an ecstasy that's sadly dissipating.

He rolls partially off of me and I breathe deep, taking in his smell. We lie, his forehead against mine, one of his knees bent across my body. I wonder at being nude with him, his lean hips bearing into my side, his long legs temporarily mine. He lets go of his anxiety, control, effort, analysis and relaxes, at peace. He nearly sleeps, and while his coveted face is so close to me, I trace his bow mouth with a finger and do what I've always wanted to. Slip it into his mouth. He opens his eyes in surprise and bites my finger, fixing it in place, and he smiles around it. Closes his lips, lets go. And I pull it out gently and watch him suck. Never in all our time on the ship have I seen him open his mouth for anything but giving orders, speculating. Never open at all, let alone open for something so vulgar and intimate. It is beautiful.

He lets my finger go and his smile disappears. Instantly serious, his face back in place, he is Spock and I wonder if I ever really saw my finger pulling on his lips. He exhales "Again." I say yes with my eyes, and he grabs my mouth with another kiss. He pushes my shoulder to roll me over on my stomach. I breathe in the sticky, sweet smell of the alien pink grass and flowers. He gently presses my ear to the ground and straddles me from behind. He enters me, then pulls my legs together and starts rhythmically plunging between my closed legs. Tight and teasing.

He pumps, pushing one side of my face over and over into the ground. He places one hand between my shoulder blades and applies a very measured weight, pinning me down while he rides me. It is a gesture that requires complete trust. He could crush me. He will not. Instead he gently confines me and takes me. I buck backward up into him and then let my pelvis fall, repeatedly, tirelessly. He meets me with his thrusts and I can feel every centimeter sliding between my thighs. Feel him get harder, building with each second, minute. I will not resist, but will skim along his hidden ocean of lust. I'll go there with him.

A wave, a churning, silent howl builds in me, traveling fast from my toes to explode where his body meets mine. Gasping. Whining. Grunting. Slamming my face in floral detritus. I stop pushing back into him, but he continues, more and more and more until he bursts into me, crying out in that inhuman, desperate, satisfied grunt and yell.

He falls on me, drained. Lies the length of my back and then removes himself so I can roll over, cleansed. We lie side by side until our panting subsides. Until it's quiet. Still. More quiet, more still. Until the quiet between us passes through languid pleasure and out the other side. Like an opening flower, the exact moment the change happens is impossible to catch. It's over. He whispers, "You know I cannot do this again."

He pulls up onto one elbow and touches my wet face, dragging the tears along with his bony hand.

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