The BLTS Archive- The Most Unusual
by Cavalaxis (cavalaxis@hotmail.com)

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Archives: BLTS, yes. All others ask.

Disclaimer:  All hail the mighty Paramount,blah,blah.

CONTAINS NAUGHTY BITS.  DO NOT READ IF NOT ALLOWED TO READ NAUGHTY
BITS.

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His head lies on the pillow next to me.  His eyes burn like coals into
me.  I never knew that behind that exquisite control lay so much -
passion.

"Ambassador, I don't think..."

"Counsellor, thinking is not required."  I feel his touch on my inner
thigh, the fire of his flesh searing into me. Then the pressure on my
mind.  The caress of a lover on my mental shields - the tearing down
of boundaries rendered merely out of habit.  He is in my mind.

All that can escape my lips is a blissful moan.  His fingers enter me,
his thumb massages my clit, his mouth is on my throat, his mind
penetrates my thoughts, laying me bare to the depths of my desires.

My hand grips the back of his head.  His eyes, lined with years, meet
mine as he sends pulses against both of my sources of pleasure. 
Suddenly he is over me, his hand now spreading my thighs to receive
him, his hand on my face spreading my mind to receive him.  I am awash
in mindless ecstasy.

My body cannot withstand the pleasure as it crests and I lose
consciousness.  The last sight I recall is the open-mouthed soundless
cry of release upon his face - his joyous and wisened face.

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I awake, wrapped in a sheet.  A familiar smell has drawn me back to
consciousness.  He sits, now in his ambassadorial robes, on the foot
of the bed, carefully watching me. I can not help but smile at him as
I reach for the warm drink beside my bed.

I have my Spock.  I have my hot chocolate.  Life is good.

~File Terminate~

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The End