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A/N: This for my beloved Smut hounds who wanted to see the post engagement sexy time.

Pon Farr for Sane People

Only one thing could have drawn Amy from contemplating her engagement ring.

The fact that her Anything Can Happen Thursday Star Trek seduction was on!

Sheldon, being bossy as hell in the bedroom, had elected not to put on his Star Fleet Science Officer Uniform, instead he popped on some Spock ears, took off his clothes and lay down on his Star Trek sheets, under his Enterprise blanket.

Then he realized, went he left for work this morning, the Sheets had been his Darth Vader ones with Millennium Falcon blanket. Amy had changed them.

Because she understood the importance of continuity. And that Star Wars was not Star Trek.

He was easily the luckiest man alive.

"So, Mr. Spock," She purred sitting on the bed, "you believe that you are in state of Pon Farr?"

"Pon Farr is a condition experienced by all Vulcans every 7 years…." Sheldon explained.

Amy placed a finger on his lips, "Shhhh. Concentrate on the dirty parts." He nodded. "You show classic symptoms, elevate heart rate, dilated pupils." She ran her hand over his blanket covered cock, "then there is this."

"Doctor," Sheldon panted, "for your own safety, I will need to be restrained."

Her eyes sparkling, "I bow to your greater knowledge of this condition, Mr. Spock." She went to her purse and took out her blood red silk scarf. She climbed on the bed, straddling his stomach. "Mr. Spock, please grip the slats in the head board." He obeyed. She leaned over him, letting the rough fabric of her dress rub against his bare chest. He hissed. "Oh, dear," she feigned alarm, "I must restrain you at once!" She tied his wrists loosely, so as not to cut of circulation… yeah that was it. That was the only reason.

Amy slithered down his body, so that she was astride his hips. "The treatments are vague here. You need to mate, fight to the death or meditate? Is that correct." Sheldon nodded, rolling his hips upward. "Star Fleet regulations prohibit dueling." She stated, slowly grind against his covered erection, "I sense that meditation will ineffective. That leaves mating." Here, she lay down on top of him, and stared into his lust darkened eyes, "Does it matter with whom you mate?"

"Yes," he tried to kiss her, but she evaded him, "I can only mate with one with whom I share an empathic, spiritual and intellectual bond."

"What happens after you mate? To your partner?" Amy sat back and began rubbing his chest and stomach. Sheldon growled and began panting. "please answer my inquiry, Commander."

"She's mine. Forever." He whispered. "You are mine. Forever."

"I see," Amy said peeling the blanket off his body, "If that is the case, would you object to my assisting you with this problem?" She slid off her panties and climbed on top of him, still clad in mini-dress, boots and stockings

"Amy, darlin'" Sheldon gasped, feeling the direct heat of her body.

"That is Doctor Vixen to you. Mr. Spock," She panted taking him inside of her, "mating for life is no excuse for familiarity."

"My apologies." He groaned, "now… MOVE."

Locking eyes with him, she began to ride him slowly, knowing that would drive him nuts. He wanted to take her hard, and fast, he wanted to be on top.

The visual alone would drive even a lesser Trekker insane with desire. A lovely woman, dressed in a regulation Starfleet uniform, fuck me boots and fish nets riding his cock, purring with delight.

Purring was fairly low on the scale of sexy animal sounds. Clearly, she also knew, there was room for improvement. This pace was almost torture. He began to twist his wrists, loosening the restraints. Amy didn't notice, as she leaned backwards, placing her hands on his strong thighs, searching for the position that would turn purrs into owl noises. Her eyes shut tight as moved her hips faster. He freed his hands as the first delicious hoot escaped her lips. He pushed himself into a sitting position, and pulled her against him hard, "Enough teasing, Doctor." He growled pushing deep within her before devouring her sweet mouth. He didn't remove her clothing, he wanted to take her like this. He pushed her into the position that he'd been in, "I won't tie you up, darlin'" he growled, "But hold onto the slats." He felt himself getting back into character, imaging that his blood was on fire for her. Actually, since he'd been surrendering to his Inner Texan on a regular basis, he was pretty sure that his blood might actually be capable of burning him from within.

Drawing, her legs around his waist, the friction of the stockings against his skin was maddening, as was the soft kiss of the smooth leather of her boots over his ass and the back of his thighs. He began to pound into her, making her cry out, her arms trembling as her fingers gripped the headboard. "Love you… Love you…" she began to chant softly.

"Shan-hal-lak," he growled, seeing her eyes widen curiously, "Vulcan for the engulfment of emotion… Which this is." Sheldon found the fast rhythm, "You are mine… say it!"

"I am yours." She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, "Always…" He followed her a few seconds later, before collapsing on top of her, and kissing her gently.

As the fever left their blood he rolled off of her, still panting. "Okay. This maybe too soon to say this…"

"You want to request this for the honeymoon?" Amy turned her head and smiled at him. His eyes were closed and he nodded enthusiastically. She giggled, "Very well, we'll put it in the wedding agreement."