The BLTS Archive - Pyjama Party
by Maximum (maximummii @ googlemail.com)

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Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I'm just having a little
fun. N.b. No redshirts were harmed during the making of this
story.

Feedback: Yes please.

Other: Thanks to Ava for the fashion tips.

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Chris was just about ready for an early night, with a good
book and some chocolate. She didn't indulge very often, but
today she felt she deserved a treat. She had been worried
sick for days about Spock and the will we, won't we trip to
Vulcan. Then when they did get there, there came the
revelation about his wife.

"Wife indeed," she muttered. "He sure kept *that* quiet."

She saw him before he beamed down. He looked awful, only
kept upright by sheer willpower. She had been pacing sickbay
when she got the emergency call to the transporter room. Len
had taken a hell of a risk. It was nasty stuff he'd used.
Another few minutes and it would have been too late. Chris
doubted that the captain realised even now just how close it
had been. Still, it had been worth it all to see the look on
Spock's face when he saw the captain alive and well.

Chris sighed as she got undressed. She was just about to get
into bed when the door signal sounded. Chris slipped the
chocolate into a drawer (if it was Ny or Jan she'd have to
share, and she really wasn't in the mood tonight) and opened
the door.

"Spock!"

"Good evening, Ms. Chapel. May I come in?"

"Um. . .  well. . .  erm. . . " Spock wanted to come into her
quarters and -oh God! - she was wearing her footie pyjamas. SHE
WAS WEARING HER FOOTIE PYJAMAS!

"Thank you."

Somehow, without realising it, Chris had backed up enough
for Spock to enter, and the door to close.

"Is anything wrong, Ms. Chapel? You look somewhat flushed."

"Or – erm – no, it's nothing – I just - um. . .  Would you
like a drink?"

"Water, thank you."

Chris got herself some coffee, using the time to regain a
little composure. She took a deep breath and turned around.

"Here." She sat down and motioned to Spock to join her.
"What can I do for you?"

"I assume that Dr. McCoy had told you what happened on
Vulcan?"

"Most of it. Obviously he doesn't know what happened after
he beamed up."

"Obviously. T'Pring and I were joined very young. We are not
supposed to feel such things, but there was a degree of
mutual antipathy from the very start. However neither of us
was able to do anything about it until now, and I did not
think it was right to pursue other options until the
connexion was severed."

"And now?"

"And now I am free. I released her to Stonn."

"Stonn?"

"Her *other option*."

"So what do you want from me?"

"You are my other option. You are the woman I desire, the
woman I wish to be with."

"I see." Chris stood abruptly and began pacing. She noticed
that her hands were shaking and squeezed them together. At
last she stood facing him. "I'm sorry. That's not enough."

"I do not understand."

"Do you just desire me, or do you really care for me?"

"I care for you."

"Do you love me?"

"Is that not obvious?" Spock asked.

"No."

"You want me to say the words?"

"Yes. Yes I do. Forgive me but – how am I going to put this?
– I really don't see how the pon f. . .  the – um – hormone
imbalance could have been corrected by a fight. So I need to
know: are you here because you do love me and you are now
free, or is it just that you need relief, and will do
anything to get it? Don't get me wrong, I'm more than
willing to help if that is the case, but I don't want to get
my hopes up if it's only a temporary thing. I'm sorry, I'm
probably not making myself very clear."

"You are very clear." There was a slight pause. "I could
lie."

"But you wouldn't, no matter how desperate you were. You
couldn't."

"You are correct. I could not lie about something this
important. Not to you. And you are right to be careful. Very
well." Spock took a deep breath. "I love you, Christine. I
love you more than I ever thought possible. Since meeting
you I have come to believe in magic for you have surely
enchanted me and I have no desire to escape your wiles."

"Oh, Spock." Chris fell into his lap. She kissed him, but
pulled back when she felt something pressing into her thigh.

Spock's eyes were twinkling. "I am no longer in any danger,
nevertheless your assistance would still be greatly
appreciated."

"Would it?" Chris kissed him. "I'll have to see (kiss) what
I can (kiss) do about that."

Spock was somewhat stiff at first but soon relaxed and began
returning her kisses with interest. He put his arms around
her and pulled her close. Carefully, in case she startled
him, Chris slid her hand down and undid Spock's trousers. He
shivered as she started to stroke him through his underwear.
He pulled back slightly so he could cup her breast in his
hand. Chris moaned as Spock started running his thumb around
her nipple.

Chris moaned again as Spock kissed along her jaw and down
her neck. He leaned her back and carried on down, over her
chest until he could take her breast into his mouth. His
hand slid down over her belly and between her legs. He began
stroking, gently but firmly. Within seconds, Chris was
bucking against him as an orgasm ripped through her. She
felt his arm under her knees, and then she was being lifted
and carried over to the bed.

Spock put her down. She clung to him, panting, as he removed
the offending pyjamas before laying her down and removing
his own clothes. He joined her on the bed and resumed his
exploration of her body.

Chris had though that Spock was relatively inexperienced.
Inexperienced or not, he seemed to know just what he was
doing. She wondered how he knew where his touch would be
most effective.

// Of course,// a little voice whispered. //He's a touch
telepath. He can probably feel. . . //

And then she was again lost in the maelstrom of a climax.

As she came down, Chris pulled Spock's head down and she
began to suck an ear tip. He made an inarticulate sound and
he thrust against her thigh. Impatient hands pulled, and
then, at last, he was in her, in her body, and in her mind.

The telepathy worked both ways. Chris knew how it felt to
have the fire in her veins, knew the ache of a straining
erection, and knew the pleasure of being taken into a warm,
welcoming body. And she *knew*, beyond any shadow of a
doubt, that Spock loved her.

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The End