Desire In Ambiance

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Title: Desire in Ambiance

Author: Stephen

Series: TOS, First Times Series

Rating: [R]

Codes: S/f (T'Pring)

Challenges: Ides, Young Love, Babies

Part: 1/1

Summary: After Amok Time, Spock reflects on his life with T'Pring.

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The last of the paperwork was in front of him. Even with the mental binding of Vulcans, physical paperwork still followed any union start to finish. Spock's father said that it was worse on Earth. Spock sighed. He'd fallen into the footsteps of his father, despite all attempts. The decree before him was just like the one he'd found in his father's papers, before Spock had received his betrothal bond to T'Pring. He'd sworn that he wouldn't leave T'Pring to raise a son alone like Sarek had left Sybok with that princess.

Yet, he had left her behind.

Spock let himself go back to the day he first met T'Pring. They'd both been just seven years old. T'Pring had been practically tied up in the embroidered betrothal gown, when she had been pushed to kneel beside Spock, as both sat stiff for the hours of the betrothal count. The begets, as Spock's mother called them, were particularly long on Spock's father's side. T'Pring's maternal line wasn't much shorter, either. They endured it, though.

They endured a lot, back then.

Vulcan children were no less meanspirited than human children of the age. Spock was different, and different children got teased, mercilessly. The betrothal bond brought T'Pring into it. The bond strengthened in adversity. By the time they reached their teens, their betrothal bond was stronger than some marriage bonds.

Starfleet had been her idea.

Their parents had plans for them. Spock would be a scientist and later an ambassador like his father and grandfather before him, and T'Pring would raise their children. These plans did not fit Spock and T'Pring. They were both scientifically inclined, but T'Pring wanted more. T'Pring wanted to command an exploratory starship.

The mating heat betrayed them.

Not that leaving two teenagers alone in a house where adults were not set to return for hours had ever been a smart idea. Especially on Vulcan, when the male involved had refused soup ... though perhaps the sign wasn't known by Spock's mother. Leaving the romance novels out and letting T'Pring read them probably wasn't the best idea either. T'Pring had been addicted to Harlequins since she was ten.

The bond started it.

If the images of human sex hadn't been transmitted over the bond by T'Pring as she read, Spock would have never stepped closer to see what was on the cover of the novel. The cover had a well muscled man holding a thin but well endowed female in his arms. That pulled him closer. The female looked like an older T'Pring.

He kissed her.

Vulcans weren't known for kissing. But as he kissed her, she opened her mouth, and across the bond came suggestions. Spock's mouth opened, and their tongues engaged. T'Pring tasted of cinnamon apples, and smelled of lavender from her hair.

The book fell to the floor.

Spock pulled T'Pring up into his embrace, and found T'Pring's hands reaching under his shirt. He followed her lead, his hands sliding into the slit in the back of her dress and up. His hands stroked her back, and opened the back of the dress. Between kisses, their breath was explosive, as they breathed the minimum and returned quickly to the kissing.

Sometime during their kissing, their clothes came off.

The feeling of their hot naked bodies against each other inflamed the heat of pon farr. Spock's hard cock poked T'Pring's belly, seeking out her soaked vagina. Down to the floor their bodies slid, as Spock found his way inside her. T'Pring's long finger nails began to scratch Spock's back as their minds bonded and focused on the primitive actions that biology was enforcing on them. Intimately their bodies and minds entwined, as Spock thrust in and out of T'Pring's fertile body.

The first time had never been equaled.

His hot seed shot into T'Pring's womb, as Spock cried out in feral triumph. There was no words to describe the feeling. It was not necessary, because his mate shared every surge of pleasure, and returned that sharing with her own. The heat spired out of control, as the pleasure spilled over their bodies, their perspiration staining the carpet below them.

His mother had been unsuccessful at removing the stain.

Once Spock finally withdrew from mind and body, he nearly collapsed with exhaustion. T'Pring's tight vagina did not allow a single drop of Spock's seed to escape. She turned to him and caressed his cheek. Somehow he drew strength from that action, and soon rose from the floor. He picked up his nearly as exhausted mate, and carried her to his bed.

They did it three more times in his bed before his parents came home.

When his mother found Spock and T'Pring in the midst of their fourth coupling of the night, she had screamed for his father. It was like they had been doused with a bucket of ice water. Being caught caused their desires to flee, pon farr having been filled with that first coupling.

Her parents had been understanding.

Not so, Spock's. His mother had expected Spock to wait until marriage. As for Ambassador Sarek, sometimes Spock thought his father's disapproval was more for how it happened than the fact that it happened. He certainly had been pleased with the results, even if he'd disapproved of the stain on Spock's mother's oriental rug.

Still, T'Pring and Spock had enjoyed the afterglow.

The deep bound of pon farr joined them intimately, and their mental connection for the next few days was very deep. Their hopes and dreams blended, and in their short life they had never felt so close. Plans were made, and solid alliances forged, as the afterglow solidified their bond.

Then everything fell.

T'Pring had applied for early admission in Star Fleet. Unfortunately her acceptance letter came the same day that she tested positive. You couldn't go to Star Fleet Academy pregnant, and T'Pring's dreams were crushed. Spock did his best to comfort T'Pring. After all, it was his dream too.

Spock applied for a year's deferment to his own acceptance.

T'Pring had done so as well. His was accepted, hers was not. His father didn't know about the application, or the deferment. His father still thought that Spock was going to the Vulcan Science Academy. T'Pring knew better. She wasn't going to let her mate stop his plans, because of what biology had done to them.

They had undergone a battery of tests.

Early pon farr was quite rare. The conclusion was that Spock's human side was why it had happened, his pon farr triggering hers. There was worry that Spock would undergo more frequent than normal pon farr, but he hadn't. Spock suspected that something in the study had prevented it. T'Pring had her own theories.

Their daughter had been born eight months later.

T'Ziar was the one thing that held Spock back from going to the Academy. Spock's mother had suggested the little baby girl's name. It was not a traditional name, but it appealed to Spock and T'Pring. T'Ziar was soon the center of their lives. The bond still joined them tightly, and together they took care of their daughter. It was the best time of Spock's life.

Then it came time for Spock to leave for the Academy.

Spock didn't want to leave T'Pring and T'Ziar, but T'Pring insisted that if she couldn't go, at least Spock could and should. At least one of them would live their dreams. Spock's father objected. He thought that Spock should attend the VSA, not join Star Fleet, but Spock and his family stood strong.

Soon he was in San Francisco.

Spock wished that T'Pring and T'Ziar could have joined him there. It was against regulations, so Spock only got to see them once a year until he graduated. The first year she'd been exhausted by taking care of T'Ziar alone. He'd shammed his mother to helping, after T'Pring loudly objected to Spock's consideration of leaving the Academy. After that first visit he never again considered leaving Starfleet.

Spock missed his daughter growing up.

T'Ziar was bigger. His daughter was always eager to get her father's attention. If wasn't for T'Ziar, Spock probably would have noticed T'Pring's growing distance. He felt guilty about not being there to see her grow up.

After his graduation, Spock had two months leave.

Pon farr was not in evidence, but they still did it. He felt T'Pring's pleasure in the act, and for the moment, their bound strengthened again. It helped that Spock's Mother watched T'Ziar whenever they asked. For those two months, Spock and T'Pring prospered. Spock's father still wasn't speaking to them, but it did not matter.

Then the Daniel Boone arrived to pick Spock up.

The departure was un-Vulcan-like. T'Ziar had to be pulled away from her father. T'Pring had tears in her eyes, as she gave Spock a kiss that he would dream of for years. It was engaging, deep, and T'Pring poured her soul into it. If it wasn't for time or the location, T'Pring would have been on the floor with Spock pounding between her legs.

It was three years before they were able to meet again.

T'Ziar stayed with her grandparents when they met on that distant outpost. The Boone had dropped him off there and he had three days there with T'Pring before his new ship picked him up. They never left the quarters they'd been assigned. In fact T'Pring didn't get dressed the whole time. Spock wasn't in pon farr as far as they knew, even though it should have been happening around that time, but they enjoyed as much as if they had been. Sex was deepened the bond, as did the long talks between.

Her dreams were still there.

Spock wanted her to apply to the Academy again, and T'Pring said she would as soon as T'Ziar was old enough. He didn't want her dreams to end. He knew she lived her dream through his letters and the bond, but it wasn't enough. T'Pring was not a woman who could live as a homemaker for the rest of her life.

All too soon Spock joined the Enterprise.

Promotions were swift under Captain Pike, but leave was rare. Spock only got a few days here and there. Sometimes it wasn't enough to even reach Vulcan, or T'Pring. They lived through their letters and pictures, plus an occasional video link.

T'Pring grew distant.

By the time Captain Kirk took command of the Enterprise, they no longer made the effort. Several times Spock had enough time to visit, or T'Pring had been close enough, yet they didn't meet. He was more likely to meet up with his now teenaged daughter than she who was his mate. He never could point out when it had happened, but the distant bond was just a thread by the time it happened.

Pon farr finally hit, and hit hard.

He sought out T'Pring through the bond and found it gone. When he reached Vulcan, deep into pon farr, he found that she had left him for another. Stonn had taken her away from him. And then she had snatched away revenge by choosing Spock's own Captain to challenge him. Her logic was impeccable, but Spock had to wonder where the woman he loved had gone.

The betrayal was deep.

He thought he'd killed his Captain. His soulmate had rejected him, and the reason seemed to make no sense. It was true that as First Officer of the Enterprise, his public profile had risen, but that had been a given with his career. It was like she was repeating someone else's words. When they were teens, it was their dream to be where Spock was now, and T'Pring had always insisted that Spock continue, even though she couldn't. He was aware that both T'Pring and T'Ziar intended to apply for the Academy in the coming year. So the dream was not gone for T'Pring.

The betrayal had came out of no where.

Now the last piece of paper was in front of him. That one piece that would signal the end of his bond, the bond that Stonn had taken from him. Spock could not bring himself to sign it. The pen stayed poised over the paper, unmoving, as if their was a force field between it and his pen. It fell from his hand.

The intercom's beep had startled him.

He answered it. "Commander Spock."

It was Lieutenant Uhura. "Commander, we've just received a message from Vulcan. It's marked private and urgent."

"Transfer it to my quarters," Spock replied. He had no idea who it was from. T'Pring wouldn't send anything, and his parents were on Earth. They hadn't even made it back to Vulcan for his marriage. He typed in his private decoding key.

It was from T'Pau.

I greet thee my great-grandson with most unfortunate tidings. She who was to be thy wife was found by your daughter today, beaten and near death. T'Ziar was most traumatized by the discovery, and her mother remains in critical condition. T'Ziar was most insistent that we find out what happened to her mother. It was with great reluctance that I mind melded with she who was to be thy wife.

I'm afraid that she who was to be thy wife has been greatly traumatized by a most foul and forbidden technic. Thy suspicions of Stonn have been justified. He preformed kaf-fee-farr on she who was to be thy wife. Then once kal-if-fee had been done with your Captain as the challenger, Stonn turned on her. It seems that he desired to be the one who killed you. She who was to be thy wife was attempting to save you, and has paid greatly.

I shall be staying in thy residence with thy daughter until her mother recovers. I recommend caution, for Stonn appears to have left Vulcan after assaulting she who was to be thy wife.

Spock closed the file.

He had to get to Vulcan. He had to go to T'Pring's side. Perhaps it wasn't too late. Perhaps after a score of years he would finally be able to call T'Pring his wife.