The BLTS Archive - Reminiscing
by Selek (selek@shaw.ca)

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Disclaimers:  Paramount owns everything, I own nothing.  I'm just
having a little fun with 2 of their characters.  I don't make any
money from this.

My wonderful betas were T'Aitlu (Gayle) and Kiri as well as T'Shal
with whom I got the ideas and basically fleshed out a chat we had. She
supplied the wonderful words for Amanda.

I have also borrowed heavily from Jean Lorrah's terrific book, "The
Vulcan Academy Murders."  Thanks Jean for writing it!!

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Sarek and Amanda lay in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Amanda had
undergone a statis treatment for a blood ailment and this was her
first night at home in over a month.

While she was in statis, she was on total life support, and all Sarek
could do was sit by her side; he couldn't even touch her.  Night after
night, he was found in the chair by her statis tank, staring at her
still form.  The staff at the Vulcan Medical Academy became used to
his illogical behaviour and accepted it.  Surely, they thought, he
knew that he could do nothing for her, so why was he always here? But
he was.

It was explained to him that a side effect of the stasis was the
rejuvenation of cells; that Amanda would, in effect, be younger. By
how much, they could not or would not say, but they assured Sarek that
they would have many more years together.  Sarek would gaze at his
wife lying in the statis field, looking to see if he could see any
physical difference in her appearance.

That afternoon he brought his wife home from the hospital.  He was 117
years old, but she looked more like a 40-year-old woman, even though
she was almost 73.  Her hair was still silver coloured, but her skin
was tight over her facial bones, and glowing with happiness.  He
thought of the Earth adage, "cradle robbing".  He wondered if he now
qualified for that title.

He turned to lie on his side, facing his beloved wife.  "How are you
feeling, my wife?  Did our recent activities tax you too much?"

Amanda had her eyes closed.  She opened them at smiled at her husband.
"No, beloved.  In fact, I haven't felt this good in years. I'm still
amazed at how young I feel.  Perhaps Vulcan can market this treatment
as a Fountain of Youth," she teased.

Sarek tensed.  "Never," he said.  "It is far too dangerous for
frivolous pursuits.  If the statis unit had failed, even for a
millisecond, you would have died, my wife."

"I was only kidding, Sarek.  I know it would never be used for that."
The twinkle in her eye convinced Sarek that she was indeed only
teasing him, and he relaxed.

He took her hand and caressed the back of it with his thumb.  "I
remember the first time I met you, Amanda. It was that same twinkle in
your eye that caught mine.  Do you remember?"

---

Sarek walked down the hall of the Embassy toward his office.  He
looked up to see a young human women walking toward him and he
recognized her immediately.  In fact, he had been watching her for
days. He yearned to speak, but shyness held him back.  She was the
most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Her long dark hair fell in
waves down her slender back to rest on rounded hips. Her sapphire-
blue eyes twinkled when she smiled and laughed which was often. Sarek
was smitten.  But he was Vulcan.  She was human.  She was the most
beautiful creature he had ever seen, but he couldn't act on his
feelings for her...or could he?  He wanted to, but he had a role to
play on her planet.

Amanda turned and smiled hello to Sarek as she passed him.  She knew
he watched her and that thought made her blush.

He nodded to her in acknowledgment of her greeting.  His eyes followed
her as she passed him.

Amanda turned her head slightly; she was too engrossed watching Sarek
that she didn't pay attention to where she was going.  She ran right
into Saran, who saw her coming and knew she wasn't paying attention.
He caught her before she fell.  For a fleeting moment, she wished it
was Sarek that had caught her, but she noticed he saw everything. Her
face turned a bright red.

Amanda mumbled an apology to Saran and walked away as fast as she
could without making herself look even clumsier.

Sarek was fascinated by the shade her face turned.  He had never
before seen that colour on a humanoid before.  He was intrigued. When
Saran caught up to him, he turned to Saran and asked who she was.  He
was interested as to why she was in the "inner sanctum" of the
Embassy.

"She is here to teach our staff Standard," Saran replied.

Sarek raised an eyebrow and wondered if his Standard could do with
some refreshing.  The two Vulcans continued to Sarek's office without
further delay, but Sarek's mind was more on language lessons, than
trade agreements with Terrans.  When they got to Sarek's office, he
dismissed Saran and waited for him to leave.

Amanda ran into her office.  She shut the door and locked it. Falling
into her chair she let her head drop into her hands, her embarrassment
washing over her.  "Oh, what have I done?" she moaned.  "I just made a
complete ass of myself in front of the Vulcan Ambassador of all
people!"

There was a soft knock at the door.  Amanda raised her head and
straightened up in her chair. "Come," she said.

The Vulcan Ambassador entered the room and gazed at her.  Amanda could
only wonder what was going through his mind, her face flushing as she
did.  "I understand you are to teach my staff more idiomatic Standard.
Is this true?"

"Yes.  I was contracted for one solar year," she said, surprised at
how level her voice was.

"I would like to take those classes as well.  I would like to improve
my Standard."  His accent was somewhat thick, but he was
understandable.

Amanda fought the blush she knew was rising.  She cleared her throat
softly and indicated he sit down on the chair.  "We have three levels,
Ambassador."

He approached her desk and sat before her.  He was close enough that
she could smell his cologne.  His robes swirled around him, wafting
his pleasant scent towards her.

She paused, "I think we should start you at the basic level.  We can
move on from there as you progress".

"That would be acceptable."  He glanced down at his hands, which were
folded in his lap.  "What would you have me do to prepare for my
lessons?" he asked, intrigued by her calmness.  He, too, noticed the
slight reddening of her cheeks.

She smiled slightly inhaling his scent.  She let it surround her and
fill her senses.

He leaned closer to her, resting his forearms on her desk. "Well?"

Shaking herself mentally, she spoke.  "Hmm... lets see. I can put you
in a class with Saran, Sorael and T'Kira.  Or you can have individual
lessons?  The choice is yours."

He looked deep into her ice-blue eyes.  "I would prefer individual
lessons," he said softly. He wondered at the fates that allowed him to
spend time alone with this wonderful woman.

Amanda shivered.  "Yes, that is most wise."

Sarek straightened in his chair.  "When do we start?"

She paused for breath.  "Tomorrow at 1400 hours".

"That will be difficult.  I am meeting with the Andorian Ambassador
then.  Would it be possible for you to have lunch with me?  You could
conduct your lesson then."

Amanda shrugged, "Yes, that would be good."

"Then it is settled.  We will dine together."  He stood up to leave.

"Will it offend you if I eat meat though?" she asked.

"No, it will not offend me, although I would rather you did not.
However, I do not believe we have any meat here at the Embassy." Sarek
felt a little queasy about the prospect of sitting across from someone
that would be eating the flesh of a dead animal, but having been on
Earth for over 20 years, he had seen it many times before.

"Oh!  Well then I can not meet with you," she stated firmly.

"Oh?" Sarek raised his eyebrow.  He was interested in her strong will.
"May I ask why not?"

"I am human, sir.  My diet requires meat.  And I love it."  She stood
and folded her arms across her chest, feeling almost giddy with her
resolve.  He was not going to dictate what she ate, and if they were
to become friends, he had just better get used to seeing her eat a
thick, juicy steak.

He had never been spoken to like that other than from his parents. He
was intrigued.  "Very well, you may eat what you wish. I require the
lessons and you are our only instructor. Shall we dine at 12 noon?"
He looked out of the corner of his eye at her.  "Is that acceptable?"

"No!  I have another appointment at that time.  1300 hours is better.
But we will have to be finished by 1400."

The corner of his mouth turned up ever so slightly.  "1300 hours will
be fine."  He stood up and swept out of her office, bemused.

Amanda stifled a laugh.  She was damned if that MAN was going to
dictate to her!

As Sarek strode down the hall, he thought that she had a lot to learn
about Vulcan societal etiquette.  But he realized that he would be
more than willing to teach her.

Amanda gathered her notes and headed out the door.  She had to see
Saran and rearrange her afternoon.  She wasn't looking forward to his
displeasure, but she was not concerned about him.  All she had to say
is that the Ambassador required her from 1300 to 1400.  She knew those
were the magic words around here.

---

Sarek and Amanda ate in the Ambassador's private dining area adjacent
to his office.  It was a well-appointed room, without the unnecessary
affluence of the wealthy.  In fact, it was almost spartan.  The food
was excellent.   Sarek had a salad and plomeek soup, while Amanda
arranged for a veal cutlet to be delivered to the Embassy.  Wine was
also served and they talked about the different cultures and languages
of Earth during the meal.

Sarek started his lessons immediately after lunch and found she was a
most satisfactory instructor.  She was hard on him when necessary, but
encouraging as well.  He found her...refreshing.  She relished in her
humanity and didn't change her behaviour around him to "become Vulcan"
as some Humans did.

He started seeing her outside of classes.  The first time he asked her
out for dinner, she was startled, he thought, but she accepted his
invitation.

The night of the dinner, Amanda took a long, hot bubble bath. She
wore a pretty silk mandarin-style dress that matched her eyes
perfectly and hugged her form, making her feel slightly sexy. She
brushed her hair until it gleamed, and let if fall down her back. She
returned to the Embassy to meet Sarek there.

He watched her approach him, his breath catching in his throat when he
saw her.  He had only seen her in her work clothes, which were
functional.  Now, she was positively beautiful.  They got in the
groundcar and left for the restaurant.

He was planning to take her to the finest restaurant in San Francisco,
one that served both exquisite vegetarian as well as meat dishes.
When they arrived, they were shown to his favourite table. Shortly
after they were seated, the reporters and holoviders interrupted their
dinner, wondering who the lady at his table was. He had a little
experience with them and found them boorish at best. Even so, he was
appalled at the behaviour of the press.  They made it impossible for
them to eat their dinner.  Sarek endured their questions for a brief
time, and then he called for the cheque and escorted Amanda firmly out
of the restaurant.

"Next time sir, we can dine at my apartment.  I make a mean veggie
casserole," she quipped.

"I am truly sorry.  We will have to finish the meal at the Embassy
where we have proper decorum."  He escorted her into the car and they
were whisked away.

"I would rather not go back to the Embassy if you do not mind," she
said.

"Where would you rather go?  I will take you anywhere, to apologize
for this evening."  Sarek was disturbed by the disastrous way this
outing was going.

"Walk with me along the beach?"

"Now?  But it's dark out there...but as you wish.  Driver," he called.
"Take us to the beach...uh," he looked at her with a hint of confusion
on his calm features, "which one Amanda?"

"The nearest one is 2.6 kms from here.  Head towards Starfleet HQ, and
follow the road to the left.  You will come to my favourite stop.  It
is also where I live."  She turned to look at him, her eyes twinkling.

"Driver, did you hear that?  Please take us there."  Sarek turned to
her and said, "Are you sure you do not mind me coming over to your
dwelling? I have not even fed you yet."

"I will send out for food.  It's not a problem.  Relax."

Sarek settled back in his seat, thinking.  // What must she think of
me.  I am unable even take her out for a nice dinner. //  He was
reminded of what his mother said when he was first assigned to Earth.
// Never go to someone's place empty-handed.  Always bring something
with you, my son. //  "Do you wish me to pick up some wine along the
way? It is no problem..."

"No, I have a few bottles!" she smiled secretly.

Sarek raised an eyebrow at her.  "Then that would be acceptable."
Sarek looked out the darkened windows and noticed that the driver was
slowing down already.  "Is this where you live?"

"Yes.  This is home for the time being."

The driver stopped the car and opened Sarek's door.  Sarek rounded the
car to open Amanda's door himself.  "That will be all for now. If I
require your services again, I shall call the Embassy."

Amanda's face showed surprise at his presumption.  // What the hell?
Does he think he is staying here? //

Sarek walked slightly behind her, his hands clasped behind his back as
they walked to her apartment.  He was oblivious to her look of
surprise.  She opened the front door, walked down the small hallway
and entered the living room.  She dialed up the heating slightly, to
aid his comfort.  Taking a deep breath she turned to him, "Ah...
Sarek, I need to clarify a few rules."

He looked at her calmly.  "Yes? What rules would these be? I
understand that you would have meat in your own house.  I've already
informed you that it does not offend me.  Was there something else?"

"Er... yes... I don't know how to say this... but I shall try anyway.
I am not in the habit of inviting just anyone back to my home. Your
comments to your driver surprised me."

He raised an eyebrow at her comment.  "Really?"  She could tell by his
expression that he was truly confused at her comment.  "I was simply
letting him know that I would be here for a while.  It is not pleasant
to sit in a car for hours.  He may as well be comfortable at the
Embassy instead of being outside of your door where the press could
find us again.  I was only thinking of your privacy, Amanda."

"No, Sarek, you said and I quote... You may go back to the embassy...
I will call you *if* I require you again tonight.  That tells me you
were thinking about staying here all night! Which you will not be
doing I can assure you!"

"Ah, that was an unfortunate mistake on my part.  I meant no offense.
I shall leave now. Please have a pleasant night." Sarek started toward
the door, his humiliation complete.  He wondered if she would ever see
him again; would she even continue his language lessons after this
evening.  He knew he didn't understand human dating practices, but
even he could tell that he had made far too many serious errors
tonight.  He almost sighed as he reached out for the door handle, but
suppressed it.

Amanda sighed.  // Damn! These Vulcans were sooooo frustrating to be
around //  "Hold it right there," she whispered, furious at him.

"Yes?"  He turned to face her.  He could tell at the snapping of her
eyes that she was not pleased, but was torn between a decision of some
sort.

She fought to bring her temper under control.  "I know I have said
this badly, and no doubt we will... I will laugh about this
later...but I want to at least feed you."

"If you insist," he ventured.  He turned back and shut the door.  "You
wanted to walk along the beach.  Do you still wish to engage in this
activity?"

"DAMN!" she exploded.

"Is that a yes?"

Amanda let her temper loose.  "Stop it!  Just bloody stop it!  I
insult you and you don't even give a fig, you don't even fight back!
Yes, I want to walk along the beach."

Sarek stared at her in total incomprehension.  "Were we fighting? And
how does a Mediterranean fruit come into the conversation?"

Amanda lost it then.  Holding her sides, she started laughing. Tears
were streaming down her face.

Sarek wondered if he should summon a healer.  He approached her, but
was at a complete loss as to what to do for her.

Still giggling, Amanda sat down on the sofa.  Gasping, she told him to
sit.  "Oh Sarek, you are truly amazing.  Do you know that?"

He didn't know how to answer that question.  He knew he did not want
to incur her wrath again. So far, she had yelled at him twice. He
didn't wish a third time.

"Non sequitur, Amanda.  First I was presumptuous, now I am amazing.
You are confusing me again."

"Okay, I am calm now. Let's start again shall we?"  Amanda giggled
again.  "Sorry, I will try to explain.  Okay, oh hell... it's kind of
silly and embarrassing.   When a human male or other species takes a
female out to dinner, they think it's their right to her body."

Sarek sat on the edge of the sofa seat.  He hadn't even taken off his
coat.  He waited for her to continue.

"And especially when said female invites back said male to her home. I
haven't dated in a while so I forgot."

He stared at her.  "My right to do what with her body?"  He started
slightly and his ear-tips became suddenly green-tinged.  "Are you
assuming I wanted a sexual liaison tonight?  I have not even been able
to feed you yet."

"No!  I am not lumping you in with them...but it was the comment. All
I wanted to do was to invite you here for a meal and some
conversation.  I ask forgiveness for jumping to the wrong idea."

"And I ask forgiveness for putting you in an awkward position. Shall
we indeed start again? Would you like to accompany me on the beach for
a walk?"  He looked at her with his black eyes, imploring her to walk
with him.  Here was a man used to dealing with governments on a daily
basis, yet he became flustered around this enchanting woman.

"Yes please, but first I would like to eat, as it has been a while
since I last did that."

Sarek looked down, his ear-tips still green.  "Yes, of course." He
gazed back up to her face and asked, "May I please take off my coat?"

"By all means. Ah... Sarek is anything wrong with your ears... they
keep turning a strange colour," she teased.  She noticed his
discomfort, but the imp in her couldn't help her last comment.

He felt like an incompetent around her, and when she mentioned his
ears, he desperately tried to control the blood flow to them.
"Nothing of importance, I assure you."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I am sure.  What are we going to "order in"?"

"Mmm... How about Chinese?  They do some wonderful veggie dishes."

He was trying to change the subject from his physiology and lack of
control. "Chinese would be acceptable. But.what means Chinese?"

Amanda explained quickly then pressed the comm button for her local
restaurant.  She placed her order and put her thumb on the screen for
payment.

"How long will this take?"  Sarek had never ordered any food in and
was intrigued by the process.  He rose and hung his coat on a hook by
the door.  Trying to make "small talk", he asked,  "What did you want
to do in the meantime? Do you listen to music?"

Amanda looked at him sharply, he seemed uncomfortable.  She wondered
about this.  "Please make yourself at home; I am going to change into
something more suitable for beach walking.  The CD's are over there on
the left on the shelf...anything is fine with me.  By the way, would
you like a drink?"

"Please."  He wandered over to the CD rack and found quite an
eclectic mixture.  He selected a symphony by Beethoven and placed it
in the player.

Amanda disappeared into her bedroom, pulling off the dress and
pantyhose.  She then pulled on a T-shirt, sweat pants and sweater. She
walked back into the living room bare foot and carry socks. Sarek saw
a flash of red on Amanda's feet and looked down. Amanda followed his
gaze as he looked down at her bare toes.  They were covered with
bright red nailpolish.  She raised her eyebrow and said, "Don't Vulcan
females paint their toenails?

"No.  Is there some significance to this that I should be aware of?"

"None.  It's a human female thing."

Sarek was dressed in his ambassadorial robes, with ankle boots. He
thought about the breezes that kick off the ocean and realized he
would be warm enough as he was, providing he put on his coat again. He
asked, "Are you ready?"

Just then, the chime sounded. It was their food.  Sarek realized that
he was very hungry too, and the food smelled wonderful.

Amanda walked into the kitchenette grabbed two plates, cutlery and
glasses.  She set the table and motioned for him to sit.  He entered
the cozy kitchen and sat in the offered chair. He watched her as she
pulled tin containers from a bag and opened them.  Some she set before
him, and others she put before where she was sitting. "Here, try
these.  You should like them."

Sarek tentatively poked at the chow mein and found it very tasty. He
watched Amanda eat, stealing glances over his fork.  She pulled the
cork from the wine and poured a small amount into each glass. Sarek
smelled the bouquet and found it smelled wonderful.  He didn't know
much about Terran wines, but he enjoyed her selection.

They talked amicably over their dinner and opened a second bottle of
wine.  After dinner, they felt stuffed.  "I have never experienced
Chinese cuisine before," Sarek said.  "I found it most satisfactory.
Do you have it often?"

Amanda sat back in her chair, swirling the wine around in her glass.
"Yes, quite often.  That way I don't have to cook. Sometimes I'm too
tired after work to prepare a large meal.  And it's only me here, so I
find it very convenient to order in."

Sarek watched her mouth move as she spoke.  He wanted to touch her
full, sensuous lips, to feel those lips on his skin, but knew he never
would.  He wondered what she would taste like, what she would feel
like in his arms. // Perhaps the wine is affecting me more than I
thought, // he mused.

Amanda noticed his dark eyes staring at her.  "Is there something
wrong, Sarek?" she asked.

He shook himself from his reverie and said, "No, not at all. Perhaps
we should take that walk along the beach."

"Sure!"  Amanda jumped up from her chair and grabbed another bottle of
wine.  "We may need this to ward off the chill of the ocean air, don't
you think?"

"It may come in useful," Sarek admitted.  He didn't want this evening
to end, especially now that he realized that he had not made another
serious mistake in over 2 hours.  // Maybe I can still get more
language lessons after all, // he thought.  // And maybe even another.
what do the humans call it, ah yes, another date with her. //

He walked to the door and removed his coat from the hook. Putting it
on, he noticed that Amanda also had a light jacket on as well. He
opened the door for her and they left.

The moon was full and cast its light over the beach.  The water
sparkled as it moved back and forth on the beach.

It was hard walking on the loose sand, but Sarek had done that many
times as a child growing up in ShiKahr.  Amanda felt that the breeze
was still a warm one; it had been a scorcher of a day, for her at
least.  Sarek was still bundled in his coat but after walking on the
beach for 30 minutes, he undid the clasps.

As they walked, Amanda took off her shoes and waded in the shallow
waters of the incoming tide.  Sarek stayed on the beach.  "Come on,
take off your shoes and wade with me," she called.

"What is the logic of getting sand all over your feet?" he shouted
back.

"Because it's fun!  C'mon, try it!  You may even like it, God forbid."
She was openly teasing him now.  Even in the moonlight, she could see
a slight upcurving of a corner of his mouth.  He started walking
toward her, carefully keeping his boots as dry as he could.  // He
moves as gracefully as a cat, // Amanda thought. // Now if only he
could relax.  He's not Ambassador Sarek now, he's just Sarek. //

She left the water and moved to where he was walking, carrying the
opened bottle of wine.  "Here, have a drink."  They had not brought
any glasses with them, so Sarek took a swig from the bottle.  // If
T'Pau could see me now! // he thought.  Surprisingly, the wine tasted
even better from the bottle, out here in the night air.

Amanda let Sarek hold the bottle and slipped her arm through his. They
walked in silence for a while, each with their own thoughts. She
looked up at him.  His face was bathed by the moonlight, his features
almost hawk-like.  She looked at his exquisitely pointed ears and
almost reached up to touch them.  She felt the strength of his arm
underneath his clothing and she wondered what he looked like naked.

She steered him closer to the water's edge as they walked and drank
the wine.  They talked about his childhood, her childhood and
virtually every topic under the sun.  She told him about her brother
and his family, and he told her about his sister and brother and life
on Vulcan.

Just then, a huge wave came in and knocked them both down. Sarek's
clothing filled with water, weighing him down.  The strong
undercurrent pulled Sarek back with it.  Amanda screamed to him to
stand up, that he would be okay.  Sarek panicked, never having learned
to swim, or even what to do around large bodies of water. His senses
were dulled from the 3 bottles of wine as well.  His clothing weighed
a ton and he was pulled under the surface.  He struggled to the top
and grabbed a quick breath before being pulled under again.  Amanda
rushed into the water, screaming his name. Finally, Sarek could feel
the pull of the water lessen and he stood up.  The water came to his
neck and he thrashed around, scared; really scared for the first time
in his life.  Amanda got to him but stayed just out of his reach.

"Amanda, help me!" Sarek yelled.  Amanda was a very strong swimmer,
but she knew the danger of trying to rescue a terrified person. She,
herself, could be killed as well.  "Sarek, calm down!  Can you touch
the bottom?"

Sarek heard her words, but he was still panicked.  He struggled to
regain his calm, but now the cold of the water was seeping into his
awareness.  He knew that if he didn't get out of it soon, hypothermia
would set in and he would drown.  He realized he was standing on the
bottom and said, "Yes, I believe so.  But I still need assistance!"

"Just walk toward me now, Sarek.  I'll guide you in, but I won't get
near you as long as you are thrashing around like that.  I'm here, but
you must calm down."

Sarek started walking toward Amanda's voice.  He was cold, oh so cold.
His body felt numb.  His clothes still tried to drag him down, but his
Vulcan strength allowed him to move slowly toward her. When he was
waist deep in water, she ran up to him and put her arm around him,
half dragging, half pulling him to shore.

When they got to the beach, Sarek collapsed on the sand.  He was

shivering badly and his teeth were chattering like a machine gun.
Amanda pulled off her jacket and wrapped it around him.  "Can you
walk?" she asked.

"Give me a minute," he rasped.  His breathing was rapid and he was
exhausted.  "I should be able to in a minute."

"You are freezing, Sarek.  You may not have a minute.  Now, get up!"
She tugged at his arm and help to pull him to his feet.  She found the
wine bottle and it still had some fluid in it.  "Here, finish this.
It should keep you warm until we get home."

It was fortunate that they had already started back, so it wasn't that
far to go.  After about 10 minutes of walking, they reached her flat.
Sarek's clothes were dripping wet and she knew he had to get out of
them fast.  "Strip!" she ordered.

Sarek's eyes widened at the command.  "Here?  In the living room?"

"Yes, here.  I don't want you to drip water all over the place. You
get those wet clothes off and I'll find you something warm to wrap
yourself in."  She left him there, dripping, as she went into the hall
closet and pulled out 2 thick blankets for him.

Sarek knew what she asked was logical.  He didn't want hypothermia to
set in more than it already had.  He began to peel off his soaking
clothes leaving them in a heap on the floor by the door.

Amanda returned with the blankets as he was removing the last layers
of clothing.  She saw him and her breath caught in her throat. He was
beautiful.  His muscular chest was smooth, and his nipples were erect
with the cold.  She noticed they were green-tinged and she was
intrigued by their colour.  His stomach was flat and firm.  There was
not an ounce of fat on him, she thought.  He turned slightly as she
entered and she stole a glance at his groin.  His pubic hair was
fairly sparse.  His penis was of average length, but was thick and she
noticed he had 2 ridges behind the glans instead of the one human
males had.  His balls hung proudly behind that beautiful organ.
"Here, wrap yourself in this."  She handed him a blanket and he
bundled up in it, then sat on the couch.

She scooped up his clothes and asked, "Can this stuff go in the
dryer?"

"I do not know," Sarek said.  "Someone else handles the laundering of
clothing."  He was still shivering violently, but Amanda recognized
that as a good sign.  When he stopped shivering, then she had to
worry.

"Maybe I should put them in the sonic shower to dry."  She went down
the hall to the bathroom.  When she returned, she asked, "You need a
hot drink to warm you up.  Do you like coffee?"

"I prefer tea if you have it."

"Tea it is."  She felt badly as it was her idea to go for a walk on
the beach.  Between the two of them, this evening had been a total
loss.

She returned with the tea and said, "Perhaps you should call your
driver now."

Sarek looked at her, his hair still dripping wet.  "May I have a towel
first and finish my tea?"

"Oh, of course.  I meant when your clothes are dry."  She felt
flustered now as she rose to get him a towel.  She felt certain that
she would never see Sarek again.  At least, not this way.  That
thought made her sad.

---

The next day at the Embassy, Amanda entered her office at her normal
time.  She noticed that there was a message flashing on her comm unit.
She accessed it and Sarek's features filled the screen. He looked
awful!

"Amanda, I regret that I will not be able to make it for my language
lesson today.  However, it would please me to see you again, if that
is acceptable to you.  As you can see, I'm rather ill from my.swim of
last night.  Please let me know your answer at your earliest
convenience."

She didn't know what to say.  Her heart soared at the prospect of
seeing him again.  Maybe they could even have a date without a
disaster marring it.  Is it possible?  She thought about him all last
night after he left.  His body's image floated throughout her mind,
the sight of his beautiful cock excited her.  Yes, she would see him
again.  That much was certain.  She returned his message and they
agreed that she would see him after her work hours.  His residence was
in the Embassy, so she didn't have far to travel.

She thought of him the entire day.  Of what he looked like under all
those clothes.  Her mind was also thinking of what she would like to
do to him if she could ever persuade him to remove his clothes without
first trying to drown him.

After her work hours were over, Saran appeared at her office door.  "I
am to take you to Ambassador Sarek's residence.  Will you please
follow me."

"Certainly.  Let me first finish up here."

Saran's eyebrow raised at that, but he waited patiently.  When Amanda
had finished what she was doing, she followed him.

They went up the centre staircase to the private residences of the
Vulcan staff.  There, they entered Sarek's suite of rooms and into his
bedroom.  Saran left them alone and closed the door.  Sarek was
propped in bed, Kleenex beside him.  His nose was slightly green from
all the blowing he was forced to do.  When he looked up as the door
opened, Amanda thought she detected a flash of warmth cross his
austere features, but it disappeared so quickly, she wasn't sure.

"Amanda, it is pleasing to see you again.  I am gratified that you
came.  Please, pull up a chair.  Sev will not allow me out of bed, at
least for now.  He is quite protective, for a healer.  How has your
day gone?"

Sarek's eyes were bright and he seemed almost animated for a Vulcan.
She commented on this and he said, "I do not like being detained
indoors for long periods of time.  I get somewhat anxious if I can not
go out of doors."  He looked sheepish as he admitted this one fault of
his.

Suddenly, an explosive sneeze ripped through him, and he looked at her
apologetically.  Amanda laughed out loud at his pathetic look. While
he was there, tea was brought to Sarek's room. They talked for a while
and she left for home.  She assured him that she would visit him the
following afternoon.

While she was there, Sev came to see his patient.  He explained the
seriousness of a cold to her.  Vulcans were very adept at retaining
fluid, so when they get a cold, which was rare, the fluid overload
caused by the release of histamines can affect the circulatory system
and could prove to be fatal in some cases.  Amanda became concerned.
Here, it was thought that Vulcans were so strong.  What if Sarek died
from a common cold?

The next afternoon, Sarek spiked a serious temperature.  Amanda came
to his room for her visit and found him bundled up in his covers,
shivering violently again.  He looked like he did when she first
pulled him out of the ocean.  His hair was mussed and slicked against
his forehead with sweat.  She had never seen a Vulcan sweat before and
knew it was not normal for them.  Sarek's eyes were dull and he was
fidgeting with his covers.  She immediately called for Sev and
instructed him to bring some ice; lots of ice with him.

Sev rushed into the room and his mouth became a grim slash when he saw
Sarek.  He told Amanda to run cold water in the sink and fill a basin
he handed her.  "And grab all the towels and facecloths you can find
in there.  Soak them in the cold water as well," he called after her.

While she was carrying out his instructions, Sev tore the covers off
and stripped Sarek of his pajamas.  "Hurry," he called.

Amanda rushed back into the bedroom and saw Sarek lying naked on his
bed, sweat covering his body.

"Start washing him down with the cold cloths please, Amanda.  I do not
have time to summon anyone else and his fever has to be brought down
quickly." Sev had put the ice cubes he brought into the basin of
water, which made it even colder.

Amanda started with his face, but Sev told her to concentrate on his
arms, chest and groin.  "Those are the places where large amounts of
blood are closer to the surface, and those need to be cooled first,"
he explained.  Sev started with Sarek's arms and chest, which left the
groin for Amanda.  She steeled herself, then slapped a soaking wet,
cold cloth on his penis.  Sarek jumped at the contact, then rolled his
eyes and closed them again.  He was delirious.

Amanda bathed him with the cold water.  She felt the heaviness of his
cock and balls as she lifted them to bath under them.  His cock was
thick and she could feel the potential steel under the silky skin.
There was no foreskin to retract and she saw the flush of green on his
cockhead.   As she was performing her task, she wondered how his cock
would taste, how it would feel sliding in and out of her warmth.  She
mentally shook herself, stealing a glance at Sev to see if he noticed.
He didn't.

They worked well into the evening and finally, around 9 pm, Sarek's
fever broke.  Sev looked at Amanda, warmth in his eyes.  "I thank you,
T'sai.  Your actions were exemplary.  It would have been difficult to
do this without you."  He bowed to her, showing his respect for her.

Amanda blushed at his show of respect.  No one had ever done that to
her.  She was flattered.  "I did what was necessary, Sev.  But I do
appreciate you being here with me."

Sarek's eyes fluttered open.  He was still naked and uncovered, but he
didn't appear to notice.  "Water," he croaked.  Amanda almost laughed.
Here, they had been bathing him in water for hours, and he was
thirsty.  She handed him a glass and he propped himself up on his
elbow to drink it.  He looked down at himself, then at Amanda. "How
long have you been here, Amanda?"

"The entire time, Sarek."

"Oh."  He lay back down.  "I am finding it a bit chilly in here. Would
it be possible to at least have a sheet to put over me please?"

Sev and Amanda looked at each other.  Amanda smiled, and Sev raised an
eyebrow at her gesture.  "I think we can arrange that," Amanda said.
She covered him up, then helped Sev clean up the room.  "I have to get
home now.  I'll see you tomorrow.  Until then, Sarek." She swept out
of the room, leaving the 2 Vulcans staring after her.

---

"Yes, I remember those two nights well, Sarek."  Amanda curled up next
to her husband of 53 years.  "That was the second time I saw you
naked.  I knew you wanted me that first night, but when I ended up
nursing you, I realized that I wanted you, too."  She stroked his
chest, still muscular after all these years.

"I remember the first time I kissed you, my wife.  I was not very good
at it at all."

Amanda laughed.  "No, you weren't.  You pressed your lips hard against
mine as you had seen other humans do.  There was no softness there at
all.  You said you did it because I talked too much. But I taught you
the proper way to kiss and you were a quick study."

"You taught me many things.  You were a patient teacher and I was a
willing student.  Shall we relearn some lessons, my wife?"  Sarek
gathered her into his arms and bent his head to kiss her.  She opened
her lips and he slid his tongue into her warm mouth.  Their tongues
dueled with each other as Sarek cupped her ample, and now firm,
breast.

He broke off the kiss and rolled her onto her back.  He watched his
hand play with her nipples, enjoying the feel of them when they
stiffened.  She arched her back in encouragement.  Sarek took one of
her rosy-brown nipples into his mouth.   He flicked it between his
teeth and tongue, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Amanda.  He moved
to the other nipple and sucked it in, playing with it, tasting it.

She reached into his hair and carded through it gently.  It was grayer
now, but still her husband looked quite distinguished.  As he suckled
her, she smiled down at him.  She then ran her hand down his back and
to his buttocks.  She cupped his ass, then slid her finger down the
crack.  Her arms were too short to reach the entrance to his body, but
the night was young yet.  There would be plenty of time.

Sarek moaned into her breast, then sat up.  He gazed down at his
beautiful wife, his eyes black with pleasure.  Then he lay beside her
again, his hand stroking her firm belly, moving lower slowly. She
grabbed his head and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Sarek
allowed it, capturing her mouth with his, swirling his tongue around
her mouth and teeth.  His hand reached her warmth and he slipped a
finger inside her wetness.  Amanda spread her legs wider to give him
better access.  He slowly, tortuously, pumped his finger in and out of
her, thrusting it as deep as he could each time.

Amanda broke off the kiss and reached down for his erect cock. She
rubbed the glistening cockhead with her thumb, pressing down on the
spongy flesh.  Sarek gasped softly as she stroked the slit with her
nail, spreading his fluid over the head. His ridges quivered ever so
slightly each time she did this.  His cock jumped in her hand and she
could feel the steel beneath the silk.

Sarek slipped in another finger, pumping harder now.  "Oh, Sarek, that
feels so good," she breathed.  She looked at his face and noticed a
gleam in his eye.  He pulled his fingers out of her and slid his cock
out of her grasp as well.

"I wish to pleasure you with my mouth Amanda.  But in order to do
this, I have to move."  He scooted down the bed and lay on his stomach
between her widely-spread legs.  He slipped his hands under her hips
and raised them slightly.  Then he lowered his head and breathed in
her nectar.  "Oh, you smell so good!  I have missed you so, my wife."
His tenderness aroused her and her fluids seeped from her sex.  Sarek
lowered his mouth and lapped it up.  He gently gripped her clitoris
with his teeth and flicked it with his hot tongue.  Each time he
flicked, Amanda bucked her hips against his face.  He continued his
ministrations until she was writhing on the bed, her hands firmly
clasped in his hair.  Then, as she couldn't stand it any longer, he
thrust his tongue into her as deeply as he could.  She clamped her
thighs around his shoulders as she shuddered with the force of her
orgasm.  "Oh Sarek!  I'm cumming!"

Her fluids rushed from her and he lapped them up as fast as he could.
She tasted so sweet; he couldn't get enough.  Finally, her shuddering
lessened, then stopped.  He looked up to see her gasping for breath,
her nipples erect, and her face flushed.  "Was that acceptable for
you, beloved?" he asked innocently.

She swatted at him.  "You know perfectly well that it was, Vulcan!
Now, it's my turn.  Lie down on your back!" she ordered.

Sarek enjoyed it when she wanted to be the aggressor.  He complied
with her order.   "Like this?"  He lay on his back, his cock standing
straight up from his body, weeping.

"Yes.  Exactly like that."   Her eyes glazed as she looked at his
proud cock, it's jade-green head bobbing slightly with his heartbeat.
"I want to do something to you that I've never done before.  Will you
allow this?"

Sarek was intrigued.  He thought they had done everything there was to
do with each other over the years.  "Certainly, my wife.  What is it?"

"Close your eyes and don't move.  Be assured that I will not hurt
you."

He felt a little trepidation, but he dutifully closed his eyes. He
felt her leave the bed and he could hear her rummaging around in a
drawer.  He became very curious, but still he kept his eyes close as
per instructions.  After a few minutes, he felt her put something soft
but firm around his right wrist, then his left.  He felt his arms
being raised above his head.  "Open your eyes," she said.

Sarek looked up and noticed that his hands had been bound to the brass
headboard of their bed.  He realised he could get free if he had to,
but he was in no hurry to do it.  "I am all yours, it appears."

"Yes, you are."  She moved down to his feet and bound them to the
footboard spreading his legs.  He felt his cock stiffen even more as
she did this.  She knelt beside him on the bed and grasped his hard
organ.  She began to pump him slowly, her other hand fondling his
balls, rolling them around in their loose sack.  "Do you like this?"

"You know I do."  Sarek began to squirm on the bed, his groin aflame.
She continued to stroke him firmly.  His eyes darkened in passion.
"There is one catch though, Amanda.  I can not touch you the way you
have me bound.  I wish to!"

"That's the plan, Sarek.  You are totally under my control now. You
will do what I allow.  Is that clear, Mr. Ambassador?"

"Perfectly.  Request permission to thrust into your hand."

"Permission denied, Mr. Ambassador.  You will thrust when I tell you
to."

Sarek's eyes widened at that.  His wife had never given any indication
of wanting to be this dominant before.  He found that it excited him
even more than he already was.

She continued to stroke his cock, running her thumb across the weeping
slit and spreading his pre-ejaculate over the head and shaft.  Then,
she slowly lowered her mouth over his penis and sucked in the head.
Sarek gasped and bucked his hips despite himself. Amanda released his
cock and flicked it with her finger.  "I said no thrusting, remember?"

Sarek wasn't hurt when she flicked him, in fact, it made him harder.
"I beg forgiveness."  He concentrated on re-establishing his fading
controls as she took him into her hot mouth again.  He started
calculating the value of pi to stop himself from breaking her rules.

Amanda laved his cock from it's base to its head, all the while
playing with his balls.  She knew Sarek could only hold on so long
before he came, but she wanted to play this up for as long as she
could.  She felt almost giddy with power when she flicked his rock-
hard cock and told him to stop thrusting.  // This is fun, // she
thought, // providing it's not overdone. //

She slid a hand behind his balls and felt his puckered opening. Sarek
eyed her warily, knowing that if she inserted her finger, he would
have no choice but to thrust.  He sent that message across their bond.
Amanda looked up, her mouth full of cock, and smiled with her eyes.
As she held his gaze, she pressed her finger against his opening until
it gave.  She inserted her finger up to her knuckle, pulled it back
and pushed in again.  She could feel Sarek's cock twitch in her mouth.
His head fell back onto the bed and a moan was ripped from him.  She
finger-fucked him in time with her sucking and he thrust helplessly
into her mouth.  She allowed it.

"Permission.to.speak"

He raised his head and saw her nod.

"I'm cumming, Amanda," he groaned.  With that, he bucked his hips and
felt his semen rush from his body into her mouth.  He felt her swallow
his seed, her muscles milking him of his fluid.  Her finger still
fucked him as he came, brushing over his prostate with maddening
regularity.  "Oh A'Tha!" he cried.  Finally, spent, he collapsed back
onto the mattress, his cock still half erect and demanding more.

Amanda let him slip out of her mouth and removed her finger.  She
moved up the bed and kissed him, letting him taste himself on her
lips.  He kissed her deeply, passionately.  Finally she broke off the
kiss and sat back to look at him.

"Will you let me loose now?"

"No.  I have one more thing I want to do to you, husband."

"Well, at least I'm husband now, not Mr. Ambassador.  That's progress.
What is it you wish to do?"

"This."  She straddled him, resting her hot sex on his penis. She
started to grind her hips against his groin, feeling his cock push
against her butt.  She continued to move against him, reaching forward
and tweaking his nipples.  She bent down and took one in her mouth,
flicking the other one with her fingers.  Sarek writhed on the bed as
best as he could, being careful not to thrust too much.

Amanda straightened up, grabbed his cock, and slowly lowered herself
onto it, impaling herself on his steel.  She rotated her hips, feeling
his penis stir inside of her, growing bigger.  She could feel the
ridges flare against the sides of her vagina increasing her pleasure.
Then she raised herself up until just the tip was still encased, then
sat down quickly.

Sarek's eyes widened and he threw his head back.  He was flame, his
groin was flame.  Every nerve was alive with sensation.  He thrust up
to meet her as she sat back down on him.  Over and over, they did
this.  The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room.  They
continued this rhythm until he felt his balls contract.  "Soon,
Amanda, very soon," he croaked.  Two more thrusts sent Sarek and
Amanda over the edge.  His hot cum filled her.  Wave after wave of
pleasure washed over them both as the bond between them flared.

Finally, totally spent, Amanda got off of him and lay beside him, her
head pillowed on his chest.  "That was absolutely terrific.  I haven't
cum like that in a long time!"  She sighed in contentment, almost
drifting off to sleep.

"Amanda," Sarek's soft voice said.  "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"No, I don't think so.  What?"

"Untie me!"  His voice was steel, but she could detect a little humour
in it.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry Sarek.  I forgot."

She got out of bed and untied him.  When she crawled back under the
covers, he wrapped his arms around her and murmured, "That's better."

They fell into a deep sleep, both with slight smiles on their faces.
They were looking forward to many more years together and more
memories to share.

---

The End