The BLTS Archive - Three into One
#2: The Visit
by T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com )

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"From the moment I met you, I was attracted, but I knew I couldn't
force my feelings on you." He leaned forward in his chair, reaching
out to take Spock's hand. When Spock took it, he went on, "I had
hoped, now that our mission was over, to spend some time with you
alone. I was going to invite you to join me at my cabin on Alpha
Centauri for a few months of R&R, while awaiting the refit of
ENTERPRISE." He gave Spock's hand a gentle squeeze as he said
suggestively, "giving us six months, alone in the woods ... well, I
think you get the picture."

"Yes, I do ... and believe me when I say I wish that it could be so."
Spock stood, still holding onto Jim's hand, thereby pulling him to his
feet as well. They stood face to face. Spock released Jim's hand as
their bodies pressed together from chest to thighs. He had not
intended such intimate contact when he pulled Jim to his feet ... it
startled him, and aroused him, and made him wish for the impossible.
Stepping back, he said, "I am sorry," then turned to leave the room
before it was too late.

"So am I," Jim said, as he watched the Vulcan walk away.

---

Three months had passed since that last intimate moment between
himself and Spock. Three months of debriefings, meetings, new orders
and farewells ... leaving him with a future that was less than what he
had dreamed of.

He had hoped for one last chance -- a private moment to try and
persuade Spock to change his mind -- but as the hour of Spock's
departure neared, it became clear that it would not be. Spock would
not come to his door, confessing his love, as his transport sailed off
without him. That only happened in the movies.

No, he had to take matters into his own hands.

Having remained at home, expecting ... hoping for ... Spock's arrival
until it was almost too late, he made a last minute call to
transporter central. He requested an emergency beam up to the orbital
space dock, where the Vulcan Diplomatic Transport Spock would be using
to go home was berthed. The transport seemed to take forever, but he
finally arrived. As the world solidified around him, he saw the lone
figure slowly making his way up the gangplank into the ship.

There was no mistaking who it was ... Jim Kirk would know the Vulcan
anywhere. "Spock," he called out, and the figure stopped and turned.
He did not come back down, but stood, as if waiting. Kirk quickly
closed the distance, and as he stepped onto the gangplank, he noticed
a cloaked figure emerging and joining Spock.

It was a woman, and Spock held out his fingers to her, as Jim had seen
Sarek do with Amanda. Spock then turned his attention to the advancing
figure of his former captain, and said, "Jim, may I introduce T'Sala,
who is to be my wife. T'Sala, this is Captain James T. Kirk, formerly
of the ENTERPRISE." They nodded at each other, but no words were
exchanged ... after all, what would one say in such a situation? Spock
apparently sensed Kirk's tension, and turned his attention to him,
adding, "I had hoped to see you again, so that I could introduce you
to ..."

But Kirk interrupted, "Sorry, you know how things are ... I wanted to
come sooner, but I just couldn't get away. Last minute demands on my
time before I take off for six months, and all that." He gave Spock
his most charming smile, but both could see it was forced.

Spock turned to T'Sala, and said, "I will join you shortly."

"Of course." She then turned to Kirk with her hand raised in salute,
and said, "I am honored to have met you, sir. Live long and prosper."

Kirk returned the salute, and said, "The honor was all mine. Peace and
long life to you, and congratulations on your upcoming marriage."

She nodded, almost a bow, and left them to say their final farewells.

There was silence between them for several heartbeats. Kirk had
watched T'Sala retreat, but was drawn back to Spock when he sensed him
step down to close the distance between them. There was barely a
handsbreadth between them now, and Jim had difficulty fighting the
urge to pull Spock into his arms.

"Jim," Spock's voice was hardly more than a whisper, but the intensity
of that whisper made Kirk shiver all over. He forced himself to
concentrate, as Spock continued, "There is so much I never found the
time to tell you. If I may?" and he held up his hand, asking
permission for one final meld between the two of them.

Kirk leaned forward in silent invitation, as their eyes locked. The
touch of Spock's fingers on the meld points of his face was electric
... a sensation he had never grown completely used to, and which
always seemed to cause an erection. As their minds became one, he
could sense Spock's amusement, and realized that he had always been
aware of the effect his touch had on Jim.

/~/ Jim, know that I love you, and always will. You are my t'hy'la ...
do you understand? /~/

The warmth and love that Jim felt through the link were nearly
overwhelming. He had had no idea of the depth of Spock's feelings for
him. /~/ had I only known /~/ and as he thought this, he also sent his
own feelings of love through their link. But there was one thing that
was puzzling him, the meaning of t'hy'la ... Spock had called him this
before, but he had been unable to find a translation of the word.

Spock smiled at Jim's puzzlement, as he tried to explain, /~/ t'hy'la
is a difficult concept to translate into your language ... it can be
'brother' or 'lover' or even 'soul mate' ... but all of these words
are inadequate without the emotions and physical reactions involved. I
can say the word, but without this ... /~/ Jim nearly collapsed at the
depth of emotions he suddenly felt, /~/ the word is meaningless /~/

/~/ I see /~/ There was nothing more for Jim to say.

Spock knew it was time to go. He slowly withdrew from Jim's mind, but
at the last moment, he asked, /~/ do you wish for me to ease the pain
of separation? /~/

The mere thought of it brought such anguish to Jim's mind that he
cried out, "NO!" He knew Spock meant well by his offer, but would
rather live with the agony of knowing he was loved, than thinking he
was always and forever alone in the universe. /~/ no ... please let me
keep your love for me in my mind always ... and remember that I share
it, and will always be there, if you need a friend. /~/

With that final acceptance of what was to be, Spock removed his hand
from Jim's face and they each stepped back slightly. Jim noticed that
there were tears in Spock's eyes, and felt Spock's hand lightly brush
his own cheek, wiping away his own.

After a moment, Spock broke the silence. "Farewell, t'hy'la ...
perhaps one day, our paths will cross once again."

"I eagerly await the day." and with a mischievous smile, he added, "if
you and T'Sala find you need some time away from Vulcan, there's
plenty of room at my cabin ... don't hesitate to drop in." He noticed
the slight raising of Spock's brow at the suggestion, and decided to
expand on the impromptu invitation. "You know, I'll be there for the
next six months, all alone. I admit, the solitude sounds nice right
now, but I can only assume I would appreciate the company after a
time."

"I will consider it ... but I can make no promises now." And with
that, Spock raised his hand, saying, "Live long and prosper, t'hy'la
... I will miss you."

"Peace and long life to you, my love ... and may your life with your
new wife provide you with all the happiness you deserve." Their eyes
locked for a final moment, then Spock turned and stepped into the
ship.

---

Jim Kirk continued to stare after Spock's retreating form, when
suddenly, he felt the gangplank move under his feet ... he hastily
retreated, and stepped off as it slowly lifted to close in preparation
for liftoff.

He numbly made his way to the observation port, and watched the ship
depart. He continued to sit and stare, lost in thought ...he knew not
how long he sat there, but when his communicator chirped for his
attention, he jumped.

Flipping it open, he said, "Kirk here."

The voice that replied seemed small, and insignificant, and it took
Kirk a moment for the words to register. "Sir, where are you? Admiral
Nogura has been waiting for you for the past fifteen minutes."

Looking at his chronometer, he realized that he had been sitting here
for the better part of an hour. Jumping to his feet, and starting the
short walk to the transporter pads, he said, "Tell the admiral I'm
sorry, a personal matter came up. I'll be there in a few minutes. Kirk
out."

He had put off this conversation with Nogura long enough ... he had
lost one of his dreams, and he would be damned if he'd allow Nogura to
take away another one. As he made his way to Nogura's office, he
decided that he wouldn't accept the promotion to the Admiralty. And
would demand that he be reassigned to ENTERPRISE when the time comes.

If they wouldn't accept his terms, he could always resign his
commission ... after all, without Spock or the ENTERPRISE, there was
nothing left to keep him in the fleet.

---

He awake to the chirping of the birds as he had every morning for the
past two months ... lying in his bed, watching the sun rise just
outside his window ... painting the distant mountains a golden hue,
and setting the world on fire. It was a spectacular view ... one he
recalled seeing for the first time when he had camped here shortly
after being told that the ENTERPRISE would be his.

He had purchased the land many years before, as a place where he could
escape from time to time, and eventually call home when he retired. In
the intervening years, he had visited often, always exploring a
different area of the nearly one-hundred acres that he owned. The
landscape was breathtaking, and there were many places where he had
camped over the years that he had loved, but there was something about
seeing the sunrise from *this* spot that made him decide to build his
home here.

In less than a week, he had hired out local builders, and together
they had designed the 'cabin' to his specifications. When his orders
came in to report to ENTERPRISE, the cabin was only half built ... he
left instructions for its completion, and maintenance, and left on his
five year mission.

Needless to say, when he arrived here two months ago, having never
seen their work completed, he was pleasantly surprised. He had half
expected to find the cabin in a somewhat rundown and neglected state
... but his instructions had been carried out to the letter and then
some. The 'pantry' had been stocked as he had requested, and much to
his surprise, there was even fresh fruits and vegetables in the
'stasis' unit ... the note pinned to the door said, 'welcome home ...
hope you find everything to your satisfaction'.

It was more than satisfactory, and he made sure to tell those
responsible that their efforts were appreciated. They'd be talking
about the party he threw his first week here for the next ten years,
no doubt.

Since then, he had spent part of each day reacquainted himself with
the area ... hiking out to the lake for a swim one day ... exploring
the caves at the base of the mountain another. But as each day passed,
he became a bit more depressed. He wanted ... no, needed ... to be
sharing this with someone. And that someone was Spock.

But that was not to be ... even if they had been together, there could
not have been any future for them. T'Pau would have seen to that. But
this look at reality did not make the wanting ... the needing ... any
less real. As he lay there in his bed, watching the sunrise, wishing
fervently that he could be sharing it with Spock, he sighed, and said
aloud, "At least I still have my ship."

The battle with Nogura had been a fierce one ... but thanks to the
testimonies of McCoy, Chapel, Uhura, Scotty and Spock -- not to
mention a few of the other admirals -- he had prevailed. His
temperament was best suited for command of a starship, and that was
where he would remain.

But without Spock at his side.

"'Damn," he said, as he forced himself to face another day ... alone.

As he turned off the water of the shower, he heard an insistent
knocking at his door. Hastily drying off he wrapped the towel around
his hips and went to see who was there ... he had not had any visitors
in several weeks, and had not been expecting any. As the knocking
continued, he called out, "Hold your horses ... I'm coming," and the
knocking stopped.

When he opened the door, the figure standing there was backlit by the
rising sun, momentarily blinding him. As he opened his mouth to speak,
the figure shifted slightly, and his features were revealed. "Spock?"
he said with incredulity.

"Yes, Jim ... it is I." There appeared to be a slight hint of
amusement in the tone of voice, and as he looked at his unexpected
guest, he noticed the raising of the eyebrow as Spock continued, "I
have decided to accept your invitation ... may T'Sala and I come in?"

Shaken by the mention of T'Sala, whom he hadn't even noticed standing
slightly behind, and to the right of Spock, he hastily stepped back,
and said, "By all means ... please, make yourself at home, I'll be
right back ..." and he turned and made his way back into his bedroom
to dress before Spock and T'Sala had closed the door behind them.

Slipping on a pair of well worn jeans and a t-shirt, he returned to
his unexpected guests saying, "I was just about to make myself some
breakfast ... would you like anything? Tea ... toast ... I have a wide
variety of fruits."

"Tea would be fine," Spock said, then added, "perhaps some fruit
later. To us, it is now the middle of the afternoon. It will take a
day or two to adjust to the time differential."

"I understand ... I remember a rather dicey 'diplomatic' occasion a
few years back when we were invited to a State Dinner," he shifted his
focus to T'Sala, knowing that Spock was well aware of the incident he
was relating,"and by ships time, it was only 0800-hours. Trying to eat
a full course meal of very 'unusual' properties, when one is barely
awake, was quite an experience, wouldn't you agree, Spock?"

"Indeed ... as I recall, your own reaction to the food in question
nearly brought about the end of the negotiations." There was a bit of
a twinkle in Spock's eye as he said this.

He looked up at Spock in surprise ... he hadn't expected him to
mention that particular aspect of the dinner, especially not in front
of T'Sala. Knowing that some comment was expected from him, he said,
"True ... but once again, Spock, you saved the situation." Seeing the
question arise in T'Sala's eyes, and the nod of permission from Spock,
he went on, "During the dinner I became ... well, rather aroused. I
was, to say the least, embarrassed by my state, and tried desperately
to conceal it, but as the meal progressed, so did my discomfort."

He paused in the telling, knowing that the next part of this story was
very personal, and wondering why Spock wanted him to tell it. But he
could see the encouragement in Spock's eyes, as he went on,
"Unfortunately, I was unable to hide my condition when it was time to
stand and make a toast, and the head of the High Council found my
state, in such a public setting, to be quite distasteful. I made my
apologies, of course, and excused myself. Spock found me minutes later
in the bathroom, trying desperately to relieve the situation, with no
success. Without hesitation, he offered to meld with me, to help ease
my condition ... as our minds merged, he offered to bring me release,
but it did not come. There was something preventing my body from
reaching a climax, so he reversed his tactics, and used his mental
abilities to reduce the blood flow to the affected area, and reduce
the pressure in that way."

He found that he was looking at Spock once again, and forced himself
to meet T'Sala's attentive gaze as he continued, "Spock returned to
the dinner, and proceeded to mollify our hosts ... I don't know
exactly what he said, but by the time I returned to the table, my
inadvertent breech of etiquette was forgiven and negotiations were
once again resumed. When we returned to the ship, Spock removed the
mental block he had created, and my arousal was once again in full
force ... McCoy examined me, and found that there was an element of
their food and drink which, apparently, acted as a very potent
aphrodisiac in humans. He got some samples sent up, and with a bit of
testing, found an antidote ... today, when dealing with this race, a
counteragent is ingested by all humans *before* making there way
planetside."

"And extracts of their food are highly prized all over the
Federation," Spock noted.

It was Kirk's turn to raise a brow. He had not been aware of this --
most likely illicit -- bit of trade amongst their people, and wondered
how Spock knew about it. Not sure if he really wanted to know the
answer to that particular question, he resumed his trip to the
kitchen, saying, "Tea will be served in a minute."

He was glad to escape for a moment ... the conversation had evoked a
physical response on his part that he did not want Spock to see.
Luckily, his jeans were far less revealing than his uniform trousers,
so his state of arousal was most likely not noticed by either Vulcan.

As his coffee brewed, he popped a couple of slices of bread in the
toaster, then prepared tea for Spock and T'Sala. Placing the coffee,
tea, toast and a bowl of fruit on a tray, he made his way back into
the livingroom, and placed it on the table. With coffee and toast in
hand, he sat back and offered the tea to the others, then said, "So
Spock ... what brings you to this neck of the woods? I mean, I really
didn't expect you to take me up on my invitation." He sipped his
coffee, then added with a smile, "Of course, I'm thrilled that you did
... but ..." his words trailed off, not sure of how to continue.

Spock could sense his dilemma and rescued him by saying, "Actually,
our visit here was T'Sala's idea."

"Yes. I hope you do not mind. Spock told me of your invitation, and
after spending time with him on Vulcan, I could see that he was
getting ... restless," there was a slight hesitation as she said this,
which made him smile as she continued, "understandable after so many
years serving aboard a starship."

"I don't mind at all," he said, looking at T'Sala then at Spock as he
continued, "as I told you when I invited you, I'll always be here when
you need me ... for whatever reason." He wasn't exactly sure why he
said that, but the reaction he got from both Spock and T'Sala was not
what he expected. They looked at each other, then back at him before
Spock spoke.

"That is the other reason we have come. You see, T'Sala is a very
intelligent and wise woman, and she has found a solution to our
current situation." Spock said as if it was a matter of fact.

"And what situation is that?" Kirk asked. There was hope in his voice,
mixed with scepticism ... if T'Sala was to be Spock's wife, why would
she be offering a solution to the only 'situation' he could think of?

Spock continued as if he had not heard the question. "T'Sala is a
practical woman, and she knows that T'Pau has made her demands on me
solely because of my father's 'indiscretion' when it comes to humans."
Spock paused for a moment to allow this statement to sink in. He then
continued his explanation, "T'Pau is somewhat obsessed with humans,
and the apparent 'harm' they have brought about to our people. As a
result, she has arranged this marriage, demanding that male heirs be
produced to carry on the line of Surak."

T'Sala then took up the narrative. "By Vulcan custom, any child
produced through rightful marriage is recognized as an heir ...
whether it be male or female, the blood is the same. When it comes to
succession of powers, it is usually the female line that rules in most
families, although there have been exceptions over the millennia ...
Surak's line being one of them. But even with Surak's line, male
domination has not always been the case ... take T'Pau as an example.
She was of a generation with few males, her brother Sarek being the
only one who survived to adulthood."

Spock once again took over the explanation. "As you have probably
surmised, T'Pau is a great deal older than Sarek, and had already
become head of the family by the time Sarek had reached the age of
consent. As he was destined to be part of the Diplomatic Corps, he was
grateful to her for assuming the duties and responsibilities of the
head of household ... and at that time, there was most likely no way
she would have given up the power and prestige of the position, even
if he had insisted on taking his rightful place within the family.

"Years later, when word was sent from Earth that Sarek was to take a
human wife ... well, you can imagine her reaction. She had tried to
abdicate her position, demanding that he return at once to oversee the
family business, and take a 'proper' wife." Spock hesitated, trying to
keep his emotional state in check. T'Sala's hand on his seemed to calm
him, and he continued, "Jim, you have seen, first hand, the contempt
she holds for humans ... it nearly cost you your life."

"Yes, I always wondered why ... but tell me, what does all of this
have to do with solving our 'situation'?"

"It is quite simple, Jim. T'Sala knows that you and I are t'hy'la ...
she does not wish to be the one to come between us, simply to appease
a bitter old woman." Spock and T'Sala both reached out to take one of
his hands in theirs, then Spock went on, "She has reminded me of an
ancient ritual ... one where there are three, joined in mind and body.
Through this union, T'Sala and I will hopefully produce the male heirs
that T'Pau demands, and you and I will find the happiness we both
deserve."

"But Spock, I will be returning to the ENTERPRISE in less than two
years ... I'll be gone for another five. What kind of relationship
would that be for us?" He was quite aware of his own growing arousal
as he held onto their hands ... as touch telepaths, they must also
have been aware of it, as well as his desire to join with them in
this.

He had locked his eyes to Spock's as he asked, but it was T'Sala who
answered him. "Jim, for you and Spock there would be no change in your
relationship ... you would work side by side, as you have done these
past five years. I would be the one alone ... unless Spock and I are
successful in our first attempt to conceive a child." She squeezed
both of their hands, before letting go of them. "This is not something
that need be decided at once ... however, T'Pau has already set a date
for our Koon Ut Kali fee. If we are to do this, I would insist that
you be part of it from the start." He could have sworn that he saw her
smile as she added, "T'Pau would have no choice ...either accept the
arrangement, or there would be no marriage between myself and Spock."

He smiled at Spock then T'Sala, as he said, "T'Sala, I like your
style, although I'm not sure if I like the idea of leaving you alone,
possibly with a small child, for the five years we'll be on a mission.
That hardly seems like a fair trade-off. Why would you be willing to
do such a thing, when, as things stand now, Spock has virtually no
choice but to adhere to T'Pau's demands and remain with you on
Vulcan?"

"That is a fair question." T'Sala said, hesitating slightly before
continuing, "Spock has told me that you are aware of the Vulcan
Bonding customs. Like Spock, I was bonded at the appropriate age, and
like Spock, I lost my bondmate before our marriage was consummated.
You see, Jim, my bondmate was assigned to the INTREPID."

"I grieve with thee," Kirk said automatically. The loss of the
INTREPID had come as quite a shock to Spock, who had actually felt
their combined deaths through the vacuum of space.

"Thank you." she said, knowing that was the appropriate response. "I
tell you this so that you can see that I had prepared myself for a
life of solitude, with only the occasional visit from my husband, from
the moment my bondmate settled on a career. That was more than half my
lifetime ago. After all these years alone, I admit that I long for
children, but I do not know if I could live my life, day in and day
out, with another always at my side." Again, there was that slight
smile, as she continued, "But knowing that he is doing what he loves
best, with someone who cares more for him than he does for himself ...
that I could live with."

"Very well ... I will consider your proposal." But then he thought to
ask, "exactly how much time do I have before I must decide?"

"T'Pau has set aside the fifteenth day of Tasmeen for our ceremony,"
Spock said, then looked him in the eyes, adding, "that is three weeks
from today."

"I see." Three weeks was no much time ... and taking into
consideration the time needed to travel from Alpha Centauri to Vulcan,
he would have to decide one way or anther in just slightly over two
weeks. Barely enough time to get to know T'Sala, although he was
already liking her very much. Just then something she had said began
to sink in ... and to his recollection, the timing was off. Curious,
he asked, "Spock, not to be indelicate, but T'Sala mentioned that she
could possibly have a child by the time we were to return to the ship
... and, well ... if I'm not mistaken, the timing ... well ..."

Spock smiled at his friends apparent dilemma ... coming to his rescue,
he said, "You are correct, the 'timing' is off for me to enter the Pon
Farr before the ship is ready for the next mission. However, although
we are *compelled* to mate during the Pon Farr, we are capable of the
act of sex at other times. There are certain compounds that can be
taken to ensure erection and potency when needed," and here Spock
paused and looked down to Jim's crotch before adding, "and for me,
there have been other stimuli that have proven effective ... on
occasion. At least as far as the initial erection is concerned ...
only time will tell if I have any potency or not." Then looking over
to T'Sala, he added, "We can, of course, use artificial means, if
necessary, to insure conception of a son."

"Yes, but I would like to try it the old fashioned way, first ...
wouldn't you agree, Jim?"

"Of course ... and I will do whatever I can to ensure your success."
There was a twinkle in his eye as he shamelessly flirted with T'Sala,
making her smile. As Spock's eyebrow rose beneath his bangs, he added,
"so tell me Spock ... if you could ask me to do anything at all to
increase your pleasure, what would it be?"

With his question, Spock produced a small vial, and held it to the
light. As he did, he said, "By your physical reaction earlier, when
telling of the State Dinner, I know you fully recall how this," he
indicated the vial, "made you feel ... and how long it took to wear
off, even with the good doctor's antidote. What you probably were not
aware of was how being in your mind at the time made *me* feel."

"I see," he said, once again finding himself getting aroused. Looking
at Spock, he realized he was not the only one, for there was a
telltale bulge in the Vulcan's crotch as well. He wondered how often
that had happened over the years, and he had just not noticed. "So,
let me get this straight ... you want me to take some of that, and
then we'll fool around, getting you all hot and bothered, too ... then
T'Sala comes into the picture, and you two have sex while I watch, or
something?"

"No. Until Spock and I are married, we cannot indulge in sexual
activity ... T'Pau would know of it, and it would be highly illogical
as far as she was concerned, for we hardly know one another, and it is
not Spock's 'time'." T'Sala took each of them by the hand once more,
then brought their hands together, adding, "For now, this is for the
two of you ... I want you to have what you have been denying
yourselves for years. In the end, I too will benefit, for Spock will
come to our marriage bed an experienced lover."

Still holding onto Spock's hand, he reached out to T'Sala with the
other and lightly cupped her cheek as he asked, "I thank you, but why
are you doing this, T'Sala?"

"Because I have seen what is in his heart and mind ... and as his
wife, it is my duty and pleasure to provide him with what makes him
happy." Turning her head slightly, she kissed his palm, then turned
back, adding, "Besides, I also find you attractive, and hope that, in
the future, we could find comfort in each others arms from time to
time."

This admission made him smile all the more, and he turned to Spock
asking, "As she would be your wife, would you have any objections to
my making love with her once in a while?" It was rather blunt, but
then so was her admission.

"Of course not, Jim ... we three would be one, if you so desire it.
What is mine is, and always shall be, yours. And, although our first
priority is to produce an heir to appease T'Pau, neither of us would
be apposed to you fathering a child with T'Sala. What better way to
cement our relationship and prove that we are a family."

There were tears in his eyes as he held onto the hands of the two
Vulcan's in his midst. He could sense their pleasure in the knowledge
that he was very close to accepting their proposal. His mind was
racing, as he tried to think of at least one reason why he should not
accept right this minute ... and there were none. He lifted their
hands to his lips, and kissed them, then said, "I accept your
proposal. T'Sala, you are unlike any Vulcan I have ever met, and I
look forward to getting to know you better." Before she could say
anything, he looked to Spock, adding, "Spock, she has been a
liberating influence on you, and despite T'Pau's motivations, I must
thank her when I see her ... for forcing you to accept a wife has
brought us together in a way that far exceeds my fondest dreams. I
look forward to sharing my life with both of you, and our children."

With that, the three stood, and he pulled T'Sala and Spock into a
loving embrace. At first, it was a bit awkward, as the Vulcans were
unaccustomed to such an act, but soon, he could feel T'Sala 'soften'
and mold her body to his. Spock, however, seemed to become more tense
as the minutes passed. Shifting slightly to press a bit closer to his
longtime friend, he realized why ... Spock was fully aroused. The
contact of his hip against the engorged flesh made the Vulcan moan
deep in his throat. The sound made him ache all the more, and his arms
instinctively pulled both of his companions closer ... his hip rubbing
against Spock, while T'Sala was rubbing against him. They couldn't
remain this way for long without one or both of them coming in his
trousers.

Fighting the urge to climax against T'Sala's hip, he forced himself to
stillness, as he kissed Spock, then T'Sala before releasing them both.
He was breathing heavily as he did so, and noticed a slight greenish
flush to each of them, as well.

T'Sala was the first to break the silence that followed, saying, "Jim,
I know it is still early in the day for you, but we have had a long
day already ... if you do not mind, I would like to retire. Do you
have a guest room I may use?"

The question caught him by surprise, for he had been so preoccupied by
the conversation since they had arrived that he had failed to be a
proper host. "Of course ... I have several rooms you can choose from.
Tell me, would you like to see the sunset over the lake in a few
hours, or the sunrise in the morning? Personally, I like the sunrise,
but the sunsets are quite lovely, too."

She gave him a warm smile, knowing that this was his way of telling
her which room was farthest away from his own, where he had Spock
would most likely be retiring to as soon as she was settled. "I'll
take the sunset over the lake ... we have so little open water on
Vulcan, I take advantage of any opportunity I can to see it."

While they were having this conversation, Spock had gone out to the
flitter they had rented, and retrieved their bags. T'Sala took hers,
and was shown to her room. When he returned, Spock was nowhere in
sight, but he could hear him in the back. Knowing which room was
Kirk's, Spock had taken his bag into the one next door, and was
methodically unpacking his few belongings.

Walking up behind Spock, he placed his hands on the broad shoulders,
and pressed against his back ... he was still hard, and as he pressed
against the firm backsides, another moan escaped Spock's lips. As his
hands moved down the arms, then around to the chest so that he could
play with the taught nipples, he asked, "So Spock, will you be calling
it a night, as well?"

"I do not require sleep at this time," came Spock's reply. Although
the words were familiar, the tone of his voice was not ... there was a
huskiness to it that Jim did not recognize, and it made him weak in
the knees. He pressed closer to Spock, and pinched one hard nipple,
and was startled when Spock suddenly turned to face him, pinning him
against the wall and kissing him fiercely, then whispered, "I need you
... now."

"Come, Spock ... I have everything we need in my room." He took Spock
by the hand, and led him across the hall ... where all of his
fantasies were about to come true.

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The End