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lemongrabbsworld · 6 months

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Little minx

Vulcan x reader

Warnings:smut, Spanking, spitting, fem!Reader, exhibition (somewhat), sexual photography, oral (m!receiving), degrading, praise, Mean names for ex. slut and whore ect., Smut with little to no story, Please tell me if I missed a tag or if I should put a warning about something that makes you uncomfortable <3

Walking into the room you noticed your tense boyfriend he was talking and working on his newest project. The smells of the tangy metal and flames infiltrated your nose. As you sauntered closer you’re now noticed by your boyfriend and the captain.

“Hey Vulcan!” You say in the sweetest tone that you can muster up at that point, ”hey” Is all he says then continues back to the conversation captain and goes on and on about his newest product.

You visibly roll your eyes, he know that you hate when he does stuff like this but he can’t help that he was talking to the captain? Fine he doesn’t want to pay attention I’ll just have to take it. You had thought just like the bratty bitch you were.

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The loud claps of your ass against his hand is what snapped you back to reality,”fuck, god how much of a whore do you have to be,” he stops groaning and slapping you ass again,” fuck, to make me hard n’front of my team.” He groans out push himself deeper inside your gummy walls. “Hah, m’so sorry Vulcan won’t happen again.” Grounding yourself against him chasing your release.

“ better not, and if you stop yelling like a bitch on heat you might even get to cum.” He says after forcing your jaw open with his finger making you glance back at him. "now be a good girl and open wide for me.” at this point he’s railing himself into you with his ring finger in your mouth gathering spit that's dribbling out of your mouth.

“Sucking and spitting gibberish all over my thumb isn’t gonna tell what you want. You want me to ruin your tight little pussy?” He daunts you, he wants you to know how much of a punishment this was for being a little minx, but you’ve enjoyed this more than normal sex.

“Do it, Vulcan I deserve it.” You say babbling while sucking on his thumb and looking at him through your lashes,” ruin me.” He moans out to your response thrusting deeper into your sopping cunt if possible.

“Shut,” Thrust. ”up,” thrust. “Slut.” Thrust. “Fuck they’re gonna hear you if you don’t shut up.” He says with a slap to your ass. “Can’t m’so close Vulcan please,” you whine and sputter out. “ so close wanna cum all over your cock please.” Crying and begging out as your walls clenched and sucked more of his cock inside of you. “So close, So close lemme cum please been so good lemme cum.” Babbling out to him. clenched around him, "fuckkk- yes baby cum all over my cock since you want it so bad, fuck!" he grunts out and thrusts up into your slutty, slimy cunt. If they were to be listening in on what was happening they would surely hear how sloppy and wet Vulcan had made you. "Oh god yes, Vulcan gonna I'm gonna-!" you sputter out drooling as your cunt contracts around him milking him while your Cumming, "Fuck Cumming baby I'm gonna cum-" velvet walks milking every last drop of out of him, he's grunting and throwing his head back at the work your cunt is doing to his now semi-hard cock. moaning and whining at him moving, "hmm stop moving its sensitive." you whimper out looking back at him with teary eyes and red tear stained cheeks. "Fuck baby, 'M so sorry just felt so nice couldn't help myself." he says moving close to kiss you on the mouth, moaning and grunting into the kiss, "Fuck baby you're such a whore you want me to fuck you again don't you?" He questioned turning you around onto your back and shoving himself back into you. You yelp and moan as he sets a painfully slowing his thrusts hitting every nerve inside your body. "God! I cant please Vulcan!" You moan out your walls contracting around his cock, "Mhm Baby yes you can I know you can just let it go f'me m'kay?" he says right against your ear sending you over the edge cumming.

"Hah, Yes fuck Vulcan!" you yell not caring whose around at this point and to be honest neither did he, "Fuck yes princess you needed that huh?" he questions kissing down your back as he still keeps his thrusts the same speed making you twitch and contract around him. "Too much, its too much fuck I'm gonna-"You cum again this time squirting all over the floor. Crying and weak almost ready to fall over, "Not yet baby Fuck Need to cum first? That okay, its okay if I cum in this slutty pussy hmm? My slutty girl fuck!" he moans out speeding up getting closer to his end, you know you should tell him to pull out but at this point you don't care all reason has left your head with the past orgasms you'd had. "Princ- HAH! Princess c'mon answer can I cum inside?" he begs getting to the point where he cant think and his body reacts to your soft cunt pulling and sucking him inside, "Mhm yes Vulcan y 'can please want you too." you moan and mumble out through choked sobs he cums moaning and grunting as he thrusts into your sopping cunt leaving a ring of cum and slick around the base of his cock as he grounds himself into your pussy.

pulling out shoving his fingers in you to keep cum inside , your limp body still having a reaction somewhat to his fingers. He pulls them out then rubbing it on your bare thigh as you shutter, "C'mon babe pose for the picture." He says with a camera out and at the ready to save your fucked out face for as long as he keeps the photo.

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deepspacedukat · 1 year

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Begin Again - Part 5

For the sake of this chapter, we’re gonna assume that Trip and T’Pol have already moved to Earth or some far corner of Vulcan with their daughter (who totally lived) and that’s why they’re not there for the only part of this chapter where it would make sense for them to be present.

Source used for Vulcan translation here. These chapters have gotten steadily longer as I’ve written them. So uh... that’s a thing. Whoops. 😅

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Koss (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Nudity, sexual tension, masturbation, Vulcan flirting, sexual fantasies, mild angst, guilt, Koss is an idiot but he’s tryin’ real hard, emotional realizations, Koss pretty much goes through the five stages of grief over being in love, not actually unrequited love, they each think their feelings are one-sided but they’re just idiots, mentions of a nightmare, Soval interfering for their own good, protective Shran, Koss has inappropriate thoughts.

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Koss kept replaying the moment in his mind. Just as the Ensign had begun to fall asleep, he’d given in to an almost impossibly strong urge. He touched her cheek. He’d wanted to feel her soft skin again almost constantly since the first moment she’d taken his hands to step into the water. The ghost of her touch had been seared into his palms.

The words had fallen quietly off his tongue almost without his knowledge of their departure.

“Du nam-tor wuh tehvar tor t’nash-veh ozhika,” he’d said. You are a danger to my logic.

He’d meant it, even if he hadn’t intended to admit such a thing aloud. The Ensign tested his control every moment that he was in her company, but he found himself unable to stay away. He liked the way she tested his resolve, even if she was completely unaware that she was doing so. With that realization, Koss finally entertained the idea that his doctor might have been correct, after all.

His difficulty breathing, his heart palpitations, his persisting thoughts about her - all those concerns he’d laid before his family’s physician. The doctor had asked for the circumstances surrounding the appearance of each symptom. When he’d explained, all he received in response was a raised eyebrow and an order to continue as normal and monitor his condition. There was supposedly nothing wrong with him beyond a rather intense infatuation.

At such a declaration, Koss hadn’t been able to contain his surprise. How could he not be ill? Was he truly to believe that this was the fault of no more than a mere infatuation? Admitting to himself the possibility that the doctor might be right made something snap into place in his mind.

After the pair had eaten breakfast that morning, Koss had reviewed his conduct from the time of his doctor’s appointment to the present, and he was alarmed to recognize several instances of overly-familiar courtship behaviors. He hadn’t even realized he’d been treating her with such a casual lack of propriety. This problem was even more severe than he’d previously thought.

He’d taken a deep breath that night to calm himself. Infatuations tended not to last. They were fleeting, transient attachments. This one, despite its unusual strength, would also pass. All Koss had to do was wait and meditate until he no longer desired to do those things which a Vulcan should only wish to do with their mate. He reasoned that distance might expedite the process of untangling himself from those feelings she’d cultivated within him.

Thus began his new plan. For nearly a week after they’d fallen asleep together, Koss forced himself to meditate in his bedroom. He didn’t allow himself to venture down to the spring at all, despite how much the desire to see her again tore at him. His thoughts kept drifting back to the way her wet hair dripped over the curves of her shoulders and the way her bathing suit clung to her figure so precisely that it emphasized her every curve.

The first two days of his self-imposed absence were unpleasant, but bearable. He’d caught himself in the process of walking to the caverns to seek her out more than once - to speak to her, to ask her something he was curious about, to seek her advice. Each time, turning away sent a pang through him.

The rest of the week, every time he sat at his desk to work, all he could see in his mind’s eye were her eyes...her smile. Every time he took a deep breath, all he could smell was her scent which lingered in his memories as if he had been branded with it. Each night as he laid down to sleep, the echoes of her quiet laughter rang so loudly in his head that he felt almost physically ill. If this was what it felt like to distance himself from someone he was merely attracted to, what would it be like to break a bond between a couple that was truly compatible? The severance of his bond with T’Pol had caused temporary physical discomfort, but nothing more. Why was this so much more severe?

The fifth night away from her, Koss jolted awake from a nightmare. In the dream, he’d gone to the Ensign’s door, found it already open, and discovered that she was lying injured on the floor. He’d rushed to her side, but he knew he was too late to be of any assistance. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and he’d snapped bolt upright in his bed with an anguished shout of her name. He went to the window facing her home, and in the early morning light, he saw her silhouette shuffling through the house as she readied herself for her day. Relief had rushed through him, and he berated himself for having such an illogical reaction to a dream.

In response to this latest development, naturally, he took the most logical course of action: he stopped trying to sleep. Vulcans could go for two weeks without sleep if the situation warranted it, and in Koss’s considered opinion, this certainly met the criteria for such an occurrence. Choosing instead to meditate or work through the nights, the architect finished the planning stage for one of his newest commissions much earlier than the expected deadline.

The more exhausted he became, the harder it was to convince himself that this pain was necessary. Never had he found it so difficult to control his emotional responses, not that it mattered much in the privacy of his own home.

His solitude wasn’t to last, though. Koss received a summons from Soval requesting that he come to the Embassy at midday on the final day of the next week. The Ambassador gave no indication of a reason, but Koss had been acquainted with him for many years. He had no reason to question the older man’s motives. Soval most likely wished to discuss the construction progress on the new wing of the Embassy - which was almost completed.

Would the Ensign believe it to be an efficient design? He had meant to seek her advice for some of the details, but since he’d been isolating himself, he’d had to make certain choices based solely off of her reports from her time on Enterprise regarding the Andorian people. Would she approve of his selections?

Shaking that thought away, Koss hunched over his desk once more, pencil scratching away as he began the long wait for his appointment with Soval.

On the day that the Ambassador had indicated, Koss gathered the appropriate data PADD, made himself presentable, and arrived at the Embassy on time. By then, it’d been nine nights since he’d slept - not long enough to impair his judgment or mental functions, but just the right length of time to make him feel sluggish and to slow his reaction times.

Soval met him in the lobby but proffered no explanation as he led him up the stairs and into one of the conference rooms. Belatedly, Koss looked around and noticed several Starfleet officers in their dress uniforms. That was odd. He took a seat where Soval indicated and glanced around the room. Captain Archer sat a few chairs away chatting with an Andorian who looked somewhat familiar. Several other Humans there were engaged in conversation with each other, as well as a couple of Vulcan Embassy staff members.

Koss straightened in his seat. What was going on?

The door opened once more, and everyone went silent at the sight of whoever had just entered. Koss turned in his seat and his jaw fell open.

The Ensign stood just inside the doorway wearing Vulcan ceremonial robes...and she looked so beautiful that Koss’s face burned with a very bright, very obvious blush. For once, he didn’t even consider shoving his feelings aside. How could he in the face of such radiance?

As she took in the sight of the people gathered before her, she looked just as surprised as Koss felt.

“Ensign, report to Admiral Gardner. Everyone else, stand to attention,” Captain Archer ordered, and the Starfleet officers in the audience got to their feet. Koss followed suit when the other Vulcans in attendance stood as well. The Ensign made her way forward toward Soval who stood at the front of the room beside a stoic, older-looking Human - presumably the Admiral that Archer had mentioned. The man in question cleared his throat as she reached his position.

“State all ranks that you currently hold and your assignment here at the Embassy,” the man ordered.

“With Starfleet, I hold the rank of Ensign. With the United Earth government, I am a diplomatic trainee in the position of Adjutant to Ambassador Soval of Vulcan, sir.”

The Admiral stood a little straighter and lifted a data PADD to read from it.

“Though your Starfleet rank will remain the same, I have been authorized by the United Earth government to issue you the following notice: As of this date, you are hereupon conferred the rank of Junior Ambassador as per the personal recommendation of Ambassador Soval. He has certified and confirmed the adequacy of your abilities and the completion of your training. You will have all the authority and privileges granted by your new position,” he read, and Koss watched as her eyes widened. A swell of pride rippled through him at her success. “It is my honor to notify you that you are hereby requested and required to represent the diplomatic interests of the people of Earth. You’ll be working alongside Soval and his colleagues as an equal. Congratulations, Ambassador.”

The audience applauded as the Admiral stepped up to her, pinned a new rank insignia on the lapel of her robe, and shook her hand. Koss joined them without hesitation. Soval placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned in to say something to her. Whatever it was clearly pleased her. He’d never seen her smile so widely before.

Her former crewmates went up to congratulate her, each in turn sharing a hug and a short conversation. As she pulled back from an embrace with the Andorian officer, her eyes skimmed the crowd and landed squarely on Koss.

The surprise and elation that spread over her face made his breath hitch. Any resolve he may have felt about avoiding her until he had rid himself of this infatuation was promptly wiped from his mind. She was mere feet from him after so many days of being out of her presence. Every molecule of his being screamed and clawed at him to go take her in his arms, bury his face in her hair, and promise her that he’d never leave her again.

“You look as though you have not slept for many days, and she has been despondent this week,” a voice at his shoulder murmured, and Koss turned to see Soval giving him a look filled with a little too much perception. “As you are her neighbor and her friend, I must ask: have you any idea what might have caused such a low mood? Might there be some...connection between your loss of sleep and her emotionally downcast demeanor?”

Koss was ashamed of his actions. He hadn’t intended to cause her pain. In truth, he’d assumed she wouldn’t even notice that he was gone. Fool that he was, he hadn’t even considered the impact that his absence might have.

“No, I...do not believe there is,” he lied. “I have been busy with my work this week, so I have not had a chance to properly assess her mood.”

“I see. The Ambassador seems to be in higher spirits now, however. I wonder, what could have caused such an expedient change in temperament?” The elder Vulcan looked overtly suspicious.

“No doubt it is a result of her promotion and reunion with her crewmates. Judging by her reactions, it would be logical to conclude that both were a surprise,” Koss responded, but Soval’s eyes narrowed. “You find fault in my logic. Do you have a different explanation, sir?”

“I–”

“Excuse me, Ambassador. I’m sorry to interrupt, but may I borrow Koss for a moment?” His heart sped up as he recognized her voice and the feeling of her hand touching his arm over his sleeve for barely a second. Though it was through a cloth barrier, the contact felt as though it was branded into his skin.

After raising an eyebrow at his reaction to her touch, Soval excused himself, and Koss turned to see the newly-minted Ambassador smiling up at him with a warmth that left him speechless for a moment. Quickly he gathered his thoughts and forced his tongue to work again.

“Congratulations, Ambassador. You have put much work into your occupation. I’m certain you will fit this new role to perfection,” he said, and he watched as her cheeks went a few shades darker.

Why had he been so opposed to this infatuation again?

“Thank you, Koss. I didn’t know about any of this. Soval just told me to wear my dress robes, and I arrived to all of this. I, um...to tell you the truth, I’ve missed you, but I’m so glad you came today. It really means a lot that you’re here to share this with me,” she said, and the guilt came rushing in twice as strong as before. He couldn’t bear to see the joy on her face crushed, so he swore to himself that he’d never admit that he’d been avoiding her. She must never know. He couldn’t bear to hurt her like that. “Apparently there are refreshments being brought up. I know you’re probably really busy, but...would you like to stay and meet my friends?”

Her eyes were innocent and hopeful. How could Koss refuse? He owed her that and so much more after what he’d done.

“If you wish it, ashalik, I will stay.” The smile that lit up her face was worth it. Offering her his arm, he allowed her to lead him around and introduce him to the various Starfleet personnel. He knew others would likely have heard his familiar form of address, but at the moment, all he cared about was ensuring that the beautiful woman at his side was happy.

Captain Archer remembered him, but all the others were new acquaintances. The communications officer, pilot, armory officer, and doctor were all perfectly polite. Then they reached the Andorian officer, Commander Shran. His eyes narrowed almost immediately when the Ambassador presented Koss to him.

“Is this the neighbor you mentioned, Ensign?”

“Yes. Be nice, Thy’lek.” Koss was surprised at her tone, but the Commander dialed back his posturing somewhat. He didn’t seem any less suspicious as their conversation continued, but he never resorted to outright hostility. Captain Archer joined them and slipped his arm around the Commander’s shoulders.

“Sizing him up, are you?” Archer murmured, and Shran looked away sheepishly. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’ then. Don’t worry, Koss. He just wants to make sure his friend is in good hands.”

“I am, thank you very much,” she piped up, and all three of them looked at her. Shran and Archer were likely surprised at her emphatic tone, but Koss was simply amazed that she trusted him that much. “Unless the Commander doesn’t believe me. In which case, I assume he’d want to challenge me to a rematch?”

“No, no. I’ve lost quite enough antennas for one lifetime, thank you,” Shran said before looking sternly up at Koss, “but if you hurt her, Vulcan, my ushaan-tor will be the last thing you see.”

Koss certainly understood protectiveness when it came to his ashaya.

“I assure you, Commander, I have no intention of causing her harm, either emotional or physical,” Koss replied in his calmest tone. Shran antennas lifted slowly and begrudgingly from their pinned back position - a better reaction than he had initially hoped for.

The rest of the afternoon passed pleasantly. Koss didn’t leave her side once, but she seemed quite content with his presence. She even sneaked away with him once, leaning against his arm and smiling up at him. ‘For a breather,’ she’d justified, but Koss didn’t care why. He was just content to be in her presence again.

Eventually, Soval informed the pair that the new Ambassador had no further obligations for the day. Archer and his crew needed to return to their ship and head toward some distant star cluster for a mission, so after she said her goodbyes, Koss offered to escort her home. She accepted gratefully, and when the pair stopped outside the door to her home, he turned to look into her eyes.

“I just wanted to thank you for today. I know you’re a really busy person, so for you to take time out of your day for something so trivial...well, it just meant a lot to me, that’s all,” she murmured, and he lifted her hands carefully in his own.

“Your promotion was in no way trivial. You have accrued not only valuable experience in your field but Soval’s trust as well. As the Admiral stated, he made the recommendation for your advancement personally. You deserve to have your achievements recognized and celebrated.” He allowed his thumbs to skim over the tops of her knuckles as he spoke. “Besides, I discovered that in the absence of your companionship, there was a distinct...hollowness embedded in my days which I had not noticed before. Spending time in your company today restored my balance.”

Her eyes widened, but Koss didn’t shy away from his admission. Logically, it was best to face reality head on. He could no longer deny how he felt. He just hoped he could convey his feelings in a way that would bridge their two cultures.

“I felt the exact same way,” she said just above a whisper as her fingers gave his a gentle squeeze.

“I am gratified to hear that,” he stated before glancing at her door. “I wish you a restful evening, Ambassador.”

“You too, Koss,” she called, and he waited until she was safely inside to make his way inside his own home.

He removed his outer robe, leaving him in his tunic as he went to feed I’Tol. As he approached, his sehlat walked up to him and nuzzled at the arm the Ambassador had grasped nearly all day. A small smile spread his lips as he realized her scent must be mingling with his own quite thoroughly. I’Tol let out a curious sound and flicked his tail.

“We will both undoubtedly see her again. She is our neighbor.” At his words, the sehlat let out a happy little growl and bumped his arm affectionately. “I am glad you approve, my friend. She is most impressive.”

That night, Koss debated with himself for a long while before deciding that he couldn’t go another night without visiting the caverns. There was no logic to remaining in his room now that he’d acknowledged how he felt. He didn’t know if she would bother going to the caverns, though, after such a lengthy absence on his behalf.

Just as Koss reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner, he saw that the Ambassador was doing the same. His eyes met hers and he drew himself up a little straighter. He was wrapped in one of his robes as usual - this time it was the dark brown one that he’d worn nearly threadbare. It was soft and comforting - qualities which he’d denied himself during his isolation.

Koss’s breath caught in his throat when he saw that she was wearing the same robe she’d worn two weeks ago. Had it really only been two weeks since they’d last ventured down here together? It felt like nearly three times as long.

“Good evening, Ambassador. I did not dare hope that I would see you tonight.” The smile that spread across her lips sent his heart thrumming in his side. The last dregs of his logic whispered that he really should rid himself of this infatuation.

But she made it so difficult just by smiling. What power did she hold over him? How had she managed to snare his body and mind so easily? She made him wish never to be free of her.

“Admittedly, I was going to try for an early night, but the rain was getting kind of loud, and...” She trailed off as they both approached the center of the cavern. Koss looked at her curiously, wondering what she had been about to say. “Tonight seemed like a good night to try new things.”

“To what are you referring, ashaya?” He barely managed to keep himself from wincing. There was that word again. Koss didn’t even remember when he’d started calling her that, just that it felt right to use it with her.

She took a deep breath and untied her robe as she spoke.

“Since I’m officially one of Earth’s Ambassadors to Vulcan, now, I thought I should learn more of your customs...maybe even try a few out starting with one that you introduced me to.” She sounded breathy and nervous. Koss had just opened his mouth to tell her that there was no need for her to feel obligated to follow Vulcan traditions. Before he could get out the first word, her robe slipped down her shoulders, and Koss froze.

She wasn’t wearing her bathing suit tonight.

Koss’s mouth snapped shut as he processed what he was seeing. Her every curve and dip sent his thoughts racing to places they shouldn’t. He took a slow, careful step forward, lifting his eyes to meet hers which were wide as she waited for his assessment. He’d become lost in those irises dozens of times before, and tonight he struggled with all his might to stay focused.

Why had he ever wanted to rid himself of his attachment to her?

“I...am honored that you have chosen to trust me with this. I doubt this is an appropriate observation, but you are even more beautiful than I expected,” he murmured earnestly. Was this meant as a flirtation? Surely not. He’d only just accepted his own feelings for her. She couldn’t possibly know of them already. Clearly, she was just trying to learn about his culture. He would behave himself tonight even if it took all his remaining control–

“That’s very kind of you. May I?” She asked, and he became acutely aware of her fingers on the lapels of his own robe. Breathlessly, he nodded his head, holding himself perfectly still as she untied the sash around his middle. His breath caught in his throat as her hands brushed over his chest, coaxing the fabric off of him. When he was nude before her, she grasped one of his hands and looked up at him. “Swim with me?”

Needing to do something with his energy besides ravishing her where she stood, Koss raised an eyebrow and swept her up in his arms. She let out a startled little yelp, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her to the spring. Her momentary alarm transformed into a giggle that trickled lightly over his ears. The cool water did nothing to dampen his enthusiasm or diminish his body’s reaction to her.

By the time she was ready to retire for the night, their interactions had returned to some semblance of ease. Though he’d been half-hard for the majority of their time together, he hoped beyond hope that she hadn’t noticed.

Or...Or did he want her to know what she did to him? Barely aware of what he was doing as he contemplated the question, Koss watched her dry off as he did the same. She glanced around, but couldn’t find where she’d tossed her robe. Without a word, Koss picked up his own and draped it around her shoulders, mentally noting how the soft fabric accentuated her curves. Returning her favor from earlier, he tied the sash around her waist.

Once she’d thanked him with a bashful smile and started up the stairs, Koss conducted a quick search and picked up her robe from amidst the pile of pillows where she’d tossed it earlier.

A wave of her scent lingering on the fabric washed over him as he lifted it, and Koss dropped to his knees. He was fully hard now. Fantasies he’d repressed before raced through his imagination, and his lok throbbed in time with his heartbeat. A small moan tore from his throat, echoing through the cavern and startling him. Had that really come from him?

This was wrong. He should return the robe to her and beg for her forgiveness, but after all his sleepless nights, Koss’s control had finally shattered. His desire to see her in his clothing was selfish and possessive, not to mention disrespectful given that she had no idea of its significance. To think of her like that when she most likely felt no more than friendship in regards to him...that was an unforgivable liberty for him to take. She would surely hate him if she knew that he was seeking self-gratification whilst imagining himself pleasing her as a mate would.

Koss imagined dropping to his knees - much like his current position - and begging her forgiveness, but the image of contrition swiftly changed. The thought of reverent caresses between her legs and whispered apologies against her abdomen made him gasp out her name. So vivid was his fantasy that as he imagined her gripping his hair and calling his name, he reached his end. His groans were loud and damning as his pleasure spilled out of him.

As he caught his breath, Koss made sure her robe had not been stained during his lapse in judgment. As his spunk cooled on the stone floor beneath him and over his fingers, his heart sank.

What had he done?

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Vulcan words:

Du nam-tor wuh tehvar tor t’nash-veh ozhika. = You are a danger to my logic.

ashalik = darling

ashaya = love

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