Let's Go Thataway!
Chapter Fifty-eight - Back Home
Enterprise
Late June 2268
Spock
When all the luggage was piled on the porch, everyone sat down at the table in the kitchen for one last breakfast together. And then there was all the hugging, and the tears in the women's eyes, as the shuttle dropped down out of the sky. He helped Nyota up the stairs into the shuttle, and carefully lowered her down into the seat, fastening the webbing over her enlarge belly with great care. He did not want any harm to come to either her or their son. He went back outside and helped to transfer the luggage from the porch to the cargo area, strapping each piece down securely. Sarek and Selek got their families settled, and then came to assist with the luggage as well. Soon all was secured, and the other two men entered the shuttle. He turned once more to Nyota's parents and thanked them for allowing everyone to come and enjoy the warmth of the African sun. He promised to call them as soon as the baby was born. Alhamisi clasped his hand, and M'Umbha threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, once. And then he climbed the stairs into the shuttle, pulling them up behind him and helping the pilot to secure the door. He took his seat beside Nyota and fastened the webbing, and they were lifting off.
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When they arrived back at the Embassy, Sarek and Selek and their families disembarked, the women all hugging each other and promising to call soon. And then the shuttle lifted again, rising up to SpaceDock, where the Enterprise awaited. The pilot and navigator assisted him in removing all the luggage, placing it on the conveyor that would take it straight to the Enterprise, and then he went back, and helped Nyota rise from her seat, and carefully guided her down the stairs, as she could not see them at all. It was only a short walk from where the shuttle had docked to the entry port for the Enterprise. He entered his code, and the door slid open. They were back home again.
When they got to their quarters, they found all their luggage piled at the door. He had not expected it to get there quite so fast. He tapped the touchplate, and entered his override code, and the door slid open. Nyota walked through, and held the button that would keep the door open, while he transferred all the luggage into their quarters. She released the button and walked into the center of the room, turning around slowly.
"Home. Oh, it's good to be home." She smiled at him and he came and stood before her, his hands cupping her face. He bent and kissed her lightly, and she moaned slightly. He kissed her again and her hands went to clasp his sides. "Ah, Spock, we don't have to be quiet anymore."
He nuzzled against her neck. "I find that I desire to hear you screaming at me." Her scent told him that she was quite ready to do that. "You are not too tired?"
"No, oh, no. Please Spock."
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, depositing her gently on the bed. And then he began to tease her, slowly, slowly, building the fires up, removing their clothing one piece at a time, stroking and kissing each new area of skin that was revealed, until she was soft and sighing and moving against him, turning his whole body to flame.
Carefully, so carefully, he entered her body, keeping his body erect, not to compress her belly, and she moaned beneath him, raising her hips to bring him deeper within her, her hands on his buttocks, pulling. He stroked slowly back and forth, the sounds she made enflaming him, until she began to cry out, and then he moved his fingers against her, where they were joined, stroking the small bud of nerves there until she screamed and clenched about him, her hands pulling hard against him, her ecstasy flooding him as he filled her with his heat. He shook and shuddered with the intensity of it, so overcome with her that he gloried in it. She was his, all his.
He dropped one hand to her belly, splayed it out there, over their son. The other he touched lightly to her face. "Mine. All mine."
"Yes, oh, yes, Spock. All yours." And her smile was wide and wonderful, as their son protested his treatment vigorously against his palm, and all was perfect.
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Author's Note: This is the last chapter of this story. The next story, 'Have We Been Here Before?', set during the third five-year mission will start in a few days.