Let the Sunshine In

Chapter 34 - Fulfillment

New Vulcan, In the Cave

Mid November, 2264

Elinor

Elinor awoke, to find Sarek already awake, his body hovering over hers, his hands busy on her body. He bent and placed his face down next to hers, and began to lick her. She giggled. He drew back, raising one eyebrow. "What are you doing, Sarek?"

"Tasting you. Do you object?"

"No, love, but it tickles."

"You seem to very ticklish."

"No more than usual. You just keep doing things I don't expect."

"Surprise is stimulating."

"Yes it is." And with that, she reached up and grabbed both his ears, rubbing them between her fingers. He groaned deeply. She turned his head, so that one ear was right over her mouth, and began to suck on his earlobe. He groaned again, his body beginning to shake. "Have I surprised you, husband?" Her voice was low, and husky.

He growled at her now, shaking his head gently to dislodge her grasp. And then he begin to nibble and lick, and nip his way down her body, assaulting her neck, and her shoulders, then her breasts, the sensitive skin over her ribs, and on her belly, until he had his face once more between her legs. She moaned then, as he began to feast, spreading herself for him, rolling her hips up. He continued until she was crying out, pulling on him, wanting to feel him inside her again.

He rose, pulling her up, supporting her bottom with his hands as he knelt there. And she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck, and he thrust up into her until he was completely buried. She shook against him, and he shuddered at the feel of it, and they swayed there, until he thrust once more, and she spasmed around him, crying out his name, and he shuddered and filled her with his heat, roaring at her, "MINE! MINE!".

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They laid there, on the padded bench, which was stained now, and wet, and somewhat battered, as well. She was on her back, her hair spread out around her, the curls tight and matted with sweat. He lay between her legs, in the cradle of her body, his head resting between her breasts. Their hands moved softly against each other, making little motions on skin gone soft and lax. And then he moved, going lower, rubbing his face against her body. She sighed, completely sated, totally relaxed. He lay his cheek against her belly, using her for a pillow. And then he went completely, totally still. His hands stopped moving. He almost ceased to breathe.

"Sarek? Is something wrong?"

"No. There is nothing wrong. There is something wonderfully right." He reached for her hand, and brought it to her belly, and covered it with his, and showed her the light, the tiny, sparkling bright light, that glowed there. And she began to cry, so softly, with a smile on her face. And he held her, and treasured her, and the son they had created.

Eventually, they rose, and used the water on the table to wash each other's bodies. And they dressed again, feeling strange with the fabric on their skins. They walked out from the cave, their fingers intwined, and there in the circle, stood T'Nara. She advanced to them, and held out her hand, touching first Sarek, and then Elinor. And then she went down on her knees, there in the sand, and laid her hands against Elinor's belly. And Elinor would have bet that she was smiling. T'Nara rose to her feet, and dipped her head at them. "I will call with your appointment time." And then she stepped aside and let them pass, on their way back to their home. And stood and watched them as they went, wondering at the ease with which these human women conceived such strong children. She wished all her patients had such ease, or such strong children. She would watch these women, watch them closely. And protect them. Their race needed such children. Many of them.

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Author's Note: This is the last chapter of this story. The next story in this line, 'Maat S'chn T'gai' will start in one week.