[USS Renaissance] The Appointed Place
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- Date: Sat, 9 Dec 2006 06:57:50 EST
The Appointed Place by Sorrean of Vulcan and Awapuhi Kaleohano **follows right after 'Monkey Shines' ***warning***This contains adult content*** Sorrean found few things more satisfying than a well ordered room. His belongings were now safely stored in the most appropriate places, even the little carving Diel had done him once had pride of place in the centre of his coffee table. As he lowered himself to the soft sofa, he considered the little thing: a pair of dancers in the throws of one of the more intimate embraces of a Latin dance. Boah'diel had told him the male was himself and the female was whomever he chose to dance out his life with. He kept it purely for the talking point and because his friend and chosen brother would be offended if he did not. The cabin wasn't anywhere near what Awa might have considered a home away from home but, at the very least, boxes and crates were sorted and there was now deck visible. There was that and the fact that Poki was now appropriately and securely housed in his cage. She'd also erected an invisible force field, not quite trusting the capuchin to stay where he should. Then, it was a question of what to wear. What exactly did one wear to dinner and dancing with somebody they probably ought not to be dancing with? She finally settled on a long soft skirt with a blue on blue flowered print and only a tiny fish hook necklace. "Behave yourself, Poki," she warned as she left. "Computer, I require soft waltzing music," Sorrean said as he tapped his lips in thought. "I find Complainte De La Butte quite easy to dance to." At his command, the soft, French music gently played. He gave a nod then said, "You may stop until my..." my what? He highly doubted the Human word 'date' was entirely proper for his commanding officer, and yet he found himself preferring it. "Until my companion arrives." The corridors of the ship were still more or less empty but it was shaping up. Awa found herself smiling in anticipation. Once won't hurt, she told herself. I wonder if Menkara was ever quite so genial. I sincerely doubt it. She was still smiling when she pressed his door chime. The moment the chime sounded so the music struck up just as he'd requested. Instead of simply calling out, he rose gracefully to his feet and opened the door manually. "Good evening, Awapuhi. Please, come in." "Thank you," she said softly, tilting her head curiously as she listened. "Very pretty. What is it?" "A french waltz called Complainte De La Butte, it means Lament of Montmartre." Stepping back so she could enter, he let the door close. "I find the rhythm the most... appealing of all dances." "It's lovely," she told him. "So you're well versed in more than just Latin dance then?" "I am a student of all dance," he admitted easily. "I find it a fascinating study of a species to know the dances of the people." "That seems reasonable enough. It's the same as studying a language or another form of art," she supposed. She glanced about, shaking her head ruefully. "You've done a much better job of straightening up than I have." "Fewer possessions I would imagine," he said with a hint of a smirk. "May I get you a drink?" "Something...pretty," she said wryly. "I'm tired of looking at bland PADDs and reports. I'm glad you invited me, Sorrean. This might have been a very dull evening otherwise." "A pretty drink?" he mused, almost but not quite smiling as he wandered to the replicator. He ordered her a tequila sunrise as it was the most aesthetically pleasing drink he knew and himself a glass of chilled water. "Does this meet with your approval?" he asked as he offered it to her. "Very pretty!" she replied, eyes twinkling. "Of course I should have known a man who can dance would also have a fine sense of esthetics. Synthol, of course." He inclined his head, both in acceptance of the illogical compliment (at least, he assumed from his experience of Humans that that was how she had meant it) and at her assertion that the drink was, in fact, non-alcoholic. "I do not drink alcohol myself and so I do not own any. I apologise. I could call Diel, he will have some, I am almost sure." "No, you don't have to do that. I only meant that it ought to be synthetic because the real deal is much too strong. I hardly drink real alcohol and it tends to make me sick when I do," she admitted. She sipped the drink and smiled at him again, wondering why she would admit such a thing to a man she barely knew. "It tastes just fine though." "I am pleased then," he nodded as he held his glass tightly between his large hands. Nervousness was not something he was accustomed to. Whoever had heard of a nervous Vulcan? He almost snorted though he managed to keep his face as still as he could. "Would you care to eat before we start our experiment?" he asked, forcing his voice to remain still. "I'd like that," Awa said easily enough though she was sure her pulse was fluttering just a bit. Don't be silly, Awa, she chided herself mentally. Just because he's a good looking man? Or because he's intelligent and apparently rather graceful? She put the drink down on a protected surface then looked at him expectantly. "Your student is ready." Offering out his hand, he stepped closer to her. "Computer, play Sorrean Samba number three." His eyes were actually dancing as he took her hand. "Do you know how to dance?" he asked as the rhythmic beat started around them. "Only hula," she admitted with a small self conscious smile as she took his hand, wrapping her fingers around it. "It's not a contact sort of dance." "Then this will be a new experience for you..." Drawing her into the middle of the room where he had cleared a space, he placed a hand in the middle of her back. "Computer, slow tempo by one half." Then he held her eyes. "It is a simple dance of a rhythm of short-short-long. Here, let me show you." He guided her gently into the first few moves to the music that was slow and sensuous. Though she didn't lack for grace, Awa had to let him lead. There was no way she was going to let herself step on his feet. After those first few steps, she looked up at him with a warm smile. "So far, so good I think," she stated. Those eyes are so warm, she mused. Whoever said Vulcans lacked warmth? "A little faster perhaps?" he asked before telling the computer to up the tempo by a quarter. He eased her into the swifter pace, his strong hands guiding her through the steps. He forced himself not to lose himself in the music, he doubted a beginner would keep up with him. Instead, he pulled her a little tighter against him and for just a moment let himself enjoy the feeling of holding her. It was like liquid poetry. That was the only was she could think of the way he moved and how he was guiding her through the steps. "This is wonderful," she said, her face flushed. "Who did you dance with in the competition?" "My partner's name was Rachel Doherty," he said simply before asking the computer to up the tempo again. This time, he altered their motion slightly, moving more around the room as opposed to only on the spot. "She must have been equally talented," Awa said a bit breathlessly. "I have to seem an awful klutz in comparison." "She was experienced," he corrected. "You are new to this. It took us many months before we could dance together easily. It is, I have observed, the tendancy of Humans and other emotional races to underestimate Vulcans and our abilities. She kept trying to lead." At that, Awa laughed brightly. "How many trounced toes did that lead to?" "None!" he huffed. "I am an expert dancer. I simply informed her that she needed to let her expectations grow and until they did we would not dance. It took a while but she finally believed me." With that, he dipped Awa, leaning right over her and letting his eyes travel all the way up her form. She hadn't expected the dip and, by reflex, she held tighter to him. My God but he's gorgeous, she told herself and she felt her face warm slightly. "And she was obviously not disappointed," she stated, breathing in his unique scent at that close range. "I have no idea," he admitted. He held her there, in that embrace, simply because he seemed to enjoy seeing her like that. "She seemed appreciative when we won the cup." "Well that's just very mercenary, though--to dance with you just to win. Maybe I'm just not suited for that sort of competition," she said, still holding onto him even as she realized it was a bit too close than was proper for XO and officer. Slowly, he lifted her back to her feet but instead of returning to the dance, he simply let his arms surround her. "That is the way of many people," he observed. "I could never imagine you doing something purely to win." His arms held her as tightly as he dared, his logic screaming at him that this was inappropriate as the part of him that danced, the part that liked his long hair and smiled occasionally, told him that this felt too right not to. "Not in that way--no," she said softly. Common sense screamed that she should let go of him or that they should continue dancing. The rest of her was quietly telling common sense to shut its mouth because it felt too entirely good to be held by him. "It used to give me trouble in my career until people realized there were other ways to get things done." His smile was small, brief but warm. "A wise woman," he noted. He set his nose in her hair and inhaled, finding the scent pleasing. "A good trait for a commander." Awa tilted her chin up and slightly stood on the balls of her feet. She was close enough to kiss him and she did so without planning to. It was soft and quick and her face flushed bright red under her tan as soon as she realized what she'd done. "Oh, I am so sorry," she said quickly. "That was very wrong of me." Sorrean's colour rose to an emerald that matched her scarlet. He coughed slightly but didn't move away. "That was not unpleasant," he observed softly, drawing her even closer to him. "Do not apologise for something that I had intended on doing myself." As he said it, he touched his lips to hers. He was warm and soft, tasting of an alien spice as Awa deepened the kiss just slightly. "I didn't think that Vulcans...are you allowed to do this?" she asked softly, still so close that her breath was warm on his cheek. "Allowed?" he almost laughed. "I am my own master bar those that Starfleet gives me. I allow myself to do as I please in areas that cannot be dictated by the law of my profession." To prove it, he kissed her again, tangling his hand in her hair as the other stroked her waist. That hadn't been what she'd meant but it satisfied her need for an answer. She supposed that, if there were more to it, he would have said so. She pressed herself to him as she lost herself in his kiss, nipping slightly at his lip and reaching to trace the outline of his ears. He easily lifted her from her feet, carrying her to the couch, where he pulled her onto his lap. Not once, though, did he break the kiss. His body shuddered as she played with his ears. What fire was this that drove him so? She had no time to be surprised at how easily he lifted her. She was no twig of a woman yet he'd taken her in his arms so easily. Even as he kissed her still, the hand that had been tracing his ears, trailed to the skin on his neck, feeling the more rapid Vulcan pulse under warm skin. Idly, it drifted to his chest, feeling the outline of well toned dancer's muscles. Gently, he stroked her thighs. Elegant fingers tickled down her legs as he released her lips and sat back for air. His free hand pulled at the tie on his hair, letting it flow around his face. "What is it you do to me?" he asked huskily. "Beautiful," she murmured as she fingered the ends of the black silkiness of his hair. She looked into his eyes, seeing a fire that mirrored her own. "What do you want me to do? I can leave if you'd like, if I'm making you uncomfortable." "I want..." He blinked, only once, in confusion. What he wanted was such a mess in his mind. "My logic wants... needs you to go... But I..." He held her tighter, making sure she didn't move. "I want you to stay. I... I admit to confusion as to these feelings, Awapuhi." Her hands lowered, resting themselves on his muscular legs. "My own logic says this is a bad idea simply because of my position on the ship. I wouldn't want to jeopardize your friendship with Diel, either. It's been there too long," she said quietly. "I also have to confess that I don't know anything about Vulcan custom in this sort of situation." "There is little custom to cover this," he admitted. "My... cycle is not for another year yet. I would not wish you to be a witness to that. It is..." his cheeks grew darker as he lowered his eyes, "barbaric. If you wish to leave, I will not stop you, Awapuhi." "I don't want to leave," she said, shaking her head very slowly, reaching to stroke his cheek with the back of her hand. "I want nothing that will make you uncomfortable or embarrass you." His eyes flickered closed and he tentatively reached up a hand to brush very lightly at her breast. "Stay, I wish for you to stay." Her breath caught in her throat, that tentative touch more sensuous than anything she'd ever felt. "So I'll stay then," she murmured, lifting a hand so that she could trace his ears again. "That," he almost purred, "is the most pleasant feeling I have ever felt." Soft fingers dipped inside the top of her dress to stroke the supple skin at the top of her breasts. He leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss at the base of her neck. Her smile was almost impish then as she continued to touch his ears, leaning closer to him as he touched her. "You're very handsome," she whispered in his ear. "Very sexy." He actually smirked at her. "I have never been called that before," he said with a slight chuckle in his voice. Slipping the straps of her dress down, he licked a line of wetness over the very rise of her breasts. "Mmm....don't stop" she breathed. "You are very sexy though. The total package of brains and beauty is very powerful...oh, please...don't stop. That feels so good." Pushing her dress down, he flicked open her bra then cupped each breast in turn, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs. It was an exploration, the logical part of him decided. Simply a way to learn anatomy. The passion snorted as it relished the feel of soft, female flesh against his cheek. Awa leaned back so that he could have as much freedom as he wanted, her hands tightening through his long hair. She shuddered at his touch, relishing the sensations he was arousing. Suddenly his passion increased tenfold, his blood so hot as if it would boil in his very veins. "No..." he gasped as he felt himself harden with pure, unadulterated longing, "too soon..." He kissed her fervently, his need, his attentions increasing in power. Awa gasped at the sudden increase in intensity yet she didn't pull away. She could feel his full length pressing against her and his face was suddenly very flushed. "Sorrean...?" Letting out a slow, shaky breath, he forced himself back. "Pon farr..." he rasped. "It's early... I have to mate.... or die..." He felt himself actually cry and it shamed him but he couldn't stop it. "I am sorry..." "Shhh...." she said softly, brushing a tear away from his burning cheek. "I don't want you to die, Sorrean. Please don't." He was shaking now with the restrained need to take her. It was all he could do not to become the animal. "You don't... understand... We bond during the pon farr... Run," he whispered desperately. "I would not force my thoughts on you... Lock the door behind you..." "Sorrean," she said calmly, settling a hand on either side of his face so that she could look into his burning eyes. It was pure animal lust she saw there, not the keen intelligence that had been there earlier, but she didn't flinch. "I will not abandon you like an animal to die alone. I trust you." His fingers found her psi-points automatically. "I'm sorry," he rasped as he connected to her mind. "My mind.... to your mind..." His other hand was already pulling up her skirt. What little of him that was left was thoroughly humiliated but it was soon totally gone, crushed beneath the lust. Lust like she felt in that touch was not gentle but it didn't mean that it had to completely humiliate the man. Awa quietly reached to unzip her dress so that it would fall away easier and she leaned into his touch. She wanted the touch, wanted to feel him. She didn't know if a psi touch would even work... For a moment, the touch of her thoughts was a cooling balm to his passions and he let himself sink into it. ~~Do not let me force you~~ he begged as his nature started to take over again. And yet that touch of minds let him go slower, gentler. He could be rational for just a while and he let her know just how much he, as a man, not a beast, wanted her as he gently kissed her and played over her soft skin down to her panties. ~~You won't force me~~ she said as softly as she could. ~~Look at the beaches we have where I come from. The water's so very cool and comfortable on a hot day. Come with me.~~ She was right... He sank down into those waters, pulling her to him as the water lapped around them. Letting out a sigh, he eased down her panties. Somehow she was taking the edge from his blood fever. Somehow she was the balm to the heat. ~~You are saving me~~ There was awe in his words. ~~We are~~she told him even as she did what she saw she needed to do. The image of the cool lagoons of Kauai took the heat from his thoughts but it was still within him and she reached to stroke his hardness, smiling appreciatively at his size. ~~The sea is the source of life there.~~ He groaned with need, pushing against her, into her hand. His fingers found her own wetness and rubbed slowly, delicately. ~~Even you are cooling~~ he breathed as he drew in her scent. ~~Thank you for helping me~~ Awa moaned at his touch, pushing herself closer to him. She wanted him, needed him, but she wanted him to have control as long as he could. Pride might have been illogical but it was a large part of the Vulcan mystique. ~~You are beautiful, Sorrean. You don't frighten me.~~ He tickled inside her as he kissed her but it was driving him closer to the edge of his control again. ~~May I?~~ he asked as he arched toward her, slipping his fingers out. "Please..." she moaned, parting her legs to give him better access. ~~I want you, Sorrean. You won't hurt me. I trust you.~~ He slid into her slowly, his sigh of content long and deep. As he built up a rhythm inside her, he stroked down her thighs, tickling all the while. ~~By Vulcan, you are a gift~~ Awa arched her back toward him. He might have been unsure and afraid but he knew just what to do. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in sheer delight but there was no hiding it from him with the mind touch. Nor could he keep his feeling from her. It was overwhelming and intoxicating. ~~A gift unlooked for but you are not unwelcome.~~ "Oh, god, don't stop...." "Never," he groaned. He increased the passion of their movements just as he slipped one finger back between them to stroke her just lightly. The coolness of the lagoon left him capable of doing things for her, yet the passion and need was still there. Awa cried out, her whole body shaking as the climax took her, wave after wave washing over them. ~~Perfect...you are absolutely perfect...~~~ He filled her, emptying himself and his passions inside her. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he felt himself cry softly again. ~~Thank you... Awapuhi... My saviour~~ She knew it was only the beginning, that he was nowhere near sated of his blood fever, but Awa felt deliciously fulfilled. She opened her eyes and kissed the tears from his face with tiny soft kisses, stroking his wildly disarrayed hair as she did. ~~ I am here for thee, Sorrean: we have met at the appointed place and time.~~ Holding her as gently as he could, he rose to his feet and carried her to the bedroom. ~~In this place our thoughts and bodies are one~~ He laid her on the bed, sinking down next to her and nuzzling against her neck. ~~Bonded: never and always touching and touched~~ Slowly, he started kissing her again. His hands moved over her, seemingly fascinated by her every curve. It was as if he was memorising her, burning her into his mind for the time when she would no longer share his bed. She wondered if Vulcan women fought this, if it was as shameful to them as it seemed to be to the men. To her it was a beautiful, joyful experience and Sorrean's touch was sparking every little bit of desire in her. She reached to gently stroke his hair and shoulders, telling him, ~~This is wonderful. You are wonderful.~~ Cool spring rain on his face let him smile at her. ~~You have done for me a wonderous thing. I will never forget this, I swear. When we call the priestesses to help us break the bond, I will tell them of the great honour you have done me~~ Gentler this time, he eased into her, cradling her against his chest. If he could make the blood fever last forever, he was sure he would just to keep her with him. He knew she could feel that in him too and it still shamed him: that he could wish to enslave her to his mind, to bond her to him. She traced the curve of his smile with one finger but her own was a bit sad. ~~Is there...were you promised as a child then?~~ ~~No, my parents do not approve of that ritual.~~ The sadness in her eyes confused him. He had expected relief to know this was temporary. ~~I am unbonded. I managed my first pon farr through meditation. The glory of you brought on my second.~~ As he moved in her, he held her close to him and sighed. ~~I would keep thee, Awapuhi, but I know I must not for your sake~~ "Why?" she asked aloud. stroking his features as if to memorize them. She pressed her head to his shoulder. "What's so wrong?" "Me," he whispered hoarsely. "I am all wrong. I..." He groaned, filling her up for the second time. Collapsing against her, he sagged. "I am not what you deserve." ~~If you want a Vulcan, choose a man with restraint, a man who will treat you with the respect you deserve.~~ "Look at me, Awapuhi... I did not even have the strength to treat you like a woman." She shuddered at his release, holding him to her as he sagged against her. "I am looking at you," she said softly. "I have been. If I know your nature and accept it, I walk into this with eyes and heart wide open." ~~You haven't treated me wrongly at all.~~ "What if this turns to love, Awapuhi? Will you accept that weakness from me? Will you turn from me because I am not as strong a Vulcan as I should be?" ~~I have passion in me and I fear it~~ "If it turns to that then it will be more than welcome, Sorrean. I don't judge people on their outsides. I make my decisions on what I see here," and she pressed her hand to his heart, "and in their minds." ~~The first part of conquering fear is admitting it exists. You don't have to fear passion. Control it or express it.~~ His hands held hers to his chest and he kissed her forehead so softly. "Ai, what a fool I am..." Yet he still cuddled her in the short time he had as a respite from the fever. ~~I will never find another so understanding as you, my Awapuhi~~ ~~Then please don't look~~ She could feel the fire in him had banked for a moment or two yet his skin was still burning hot. She kept the cool image of Kauai's beaches in her mind as she planted a tiny kiss on that emerald tinged skin. "You're no fool. You're Sorrean and just as you're supposed to be." Confusion filled his eyes as he stared deep into hers. "You want to stay bonded to me? To remain as we are despite how hard it will be?" "If any of us wanted life to be easy, we wouldn't have joined Starfleet," she began, gently stroking his cheeks across where tears had dried. "I think you'd be worth any obstacle we'd face." He smiled for her then, almost laughed at the unexpected joy he felt. These feelings... They were intense to a level he hadn't expected. His meditations during his previous pon farrs had been so intense that he had little memory of the feelings he'd endured during those times. "I would have you as my wife, Awapuhi," he admitted softly. "Then you will," she said simply, again tracing that smile. "This is a beautiful smile. You are who you are and I know that but will you at least smile for me when we are alone? If the fancy strikes you to?" The smile widened, blossomed into something that lit his whole face. "I will smile for my k'diwa. Do not be offended if I do not show you affection in public, though. I promise there will be enough in our home that it will make up for it." She kissed him softly. "I understand, ku`u ipo. It's the inside that counts. Your inside is beyond comparison." His fever was growing again and it still shamed him that he could make such a beautiful moment into something debased. "I need you..." he whispered just before he kissed her insistently, his hands already stroking her body still slick with sweat. ~~I am yours,~~ she whispered as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her. The way they fit together so perfectly thrilled him as he started moving once more inside her. His lips found her nipple and he tickled it with his tongue. Awa moaned in sheer delight. She knew it had to be part of the pon farr that heightened her sensitivity but she didn't care. It felt so damned good. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts, wanting him but also making it easier for him. ~~You are all...~~ ~~K'diwa...~~ His fingers pinched lightly at her other nipple, feeling it harden further under his ministrations. His pulse skipped harder and he thrust into her with a drive he hadn't experienced before. The fever was reaching its peak and what little control he had was gone now. Awa could no longer count how many times he brought her to a peak as the moments all blended into one. Through the bond, she felt that he sensed nothing but pure lust and drive. She took that in and hoped that, later, he would sense the acceptance and joy. Even still, she knew there would be thin emerald lines across his back where she clutched at him. As he exploded inside her, he let out a howling yell and shuddered violently. Sense was flooding back into his mind and he knew the worst was over. The rest of the blood fever would wear off over the rest of the night with gentle love-making. "Did I..." he whispered though his voice cracked. ~~Are you hurt?~~ She shook her head slowly and smiled up at him through hooded lids. ~~Never. You could never hurt me~~ This was him now. The all encompassing mad lust was almost gone from those haunted eyes. She stroked his cheeks in a comforting gesture. "ku`u ipo, you are yourself." "I am," he whispered. "And I am still ashamed. I am a poor ambassador for my people." "No," she said in soothing tones, still stroking his hair, "I really don't think so. You know your faults and admit to them. That's logical as opposed to those who can only point out flaws in others." "I am not a logical being," he admitted though it was a wrench. It had once been his dearest wish to attain the ultimate state of Kolinahr. Now, he knew, it was a dream, one he had to set aside. He let a smile touch his lips as he caught her hand and twined his fingers with hers. "But I am yours." "More logical than you think I'm sure," she said, her own smile matching his. "You're perfect as you are, Sorrean." He lifted her hand and placed a delicate kiss on her fingers. "We will marry," he said firmly. "Until that day, though, we must be careful. You are my Commander, I am merely a Lieutenant. I would wish no trouble on my chosen brother nor on you, k'diwa." "He'd have a fit," Awa said with a frank sigh even as the thought of his proposal warmed her. ~~Marrying you would please me but you're right. We need to be circumspect to put it lightly.~~ Teasingly, he cupped her breast and tickled the nipple. ~~As illogical as it is, secrets can be exciting~~ ~~That's the spirit~~ She giggled at his display of playfulness even as she shivered with delight. ~~Do you know the custom for marital couples on Vulcan?~~ He lifted the hand that wasn't playing with her, two fingers extended. "For when we can be honest. This is how we show public affection." She held up the same fingers and touched them to his, her eyes glowing. "I like it. It's elegant and understated. It suits." ~~Then I look forward to the day when we can go out in public touching hands. I will be proud to be seen with you~~ The hand that had been touching her drifted down to settle at her waist and he pulled her tighter against him. "You will like of my mother, I believe. I am sure she will approve of you. My brother will adore you, he is even less orthodox than I am. Our father... he is one of the few artists to even seek Kolinahr. When you meet, do not be offended by his nature." "Very little offends me on a deep level, Sorrean. If you're his son then he must be a decent man," she said as she pressed herself to him. ~~I know they'll love you on Kauai. My cousin married a very lovely woman who's half Vulcan.~~ ~~I am not half, though, k'diwa~~ he warned. "I am full-blooded. That can make people nervous, I have noticed. They underestimate us because they assume that lack of emotion means we are blind to emotion in others." ~~Then they will certainly get an interesting lil surprise if they make that mistake~~ she said with a smirk, caressing his cheek. ~~You truly have no reticence over this~~ He smiled at her, even if a little confusion played in his eyes. ~~None at all, ku`u ipo. You are as you are and I love that.~~ A slow warm smile spread over her face and tickled her mind, too. ~~And you.~~ The confusion only deepened but his smile grew in response to her statement. ~~I love you also, in my way~~ ~~Promise me something, Sorrean~~ she said as she tickled at his ears. ~~Promise that if you don't understand something I might do or say that you'll say so and ask why. We are each bound to confound the other and I don't want that to become an obstacle.~~ ~~I promise~~ He was solemn for a moment as he considered her words. "Will you explain your love to me?" "I will. It may not be logical and it may not make sense but I'll do my best," she told him. "Tell me?" He snuggled down, caressing her arms and back as he did, his head settled on top of hers. "Hmmm...you're very honest, Sorrean--even when it doesn't suit what you think are your best interests, you'll speak the truth," she said softly, enjoying the feel of her nose pressed to his skin. He smelled wonderful. "Self sacrificing and brave. Talented..." She shifted so that she could look up at him. "It doesn't make much sense but that package all together is beautiful." He felt his cheeks grow dark with humility. Leaning down, he kissed her softly, smiling against her lips. "I am humble," he whispered. "That such a woman as thee could see all that in me." "Oh you are more than all of that..I just can't explain it," she told him. ~~I sensed much of it here, feelings more than words...~~ ~~I am open to you, go where you will, my lady~~ "Lady Awapuhi," he said with a happy lilt. "I would call it from the highest mountain, if I were but allowed to. My wife!" She watched a young man dance, in ever so logical a pattern, yet she felt the joy of his logic. It amazed her that such beauty and art could come from something that looked so cold on paper. ~~That, Sorrean, logic and joy. That's you.~~ ~~It is~~ he admitted with ease. Drawing on her memories, he saw a woman stand tall and strong before her people, her teams and crewmates. She was like a warrior as she led them, guided them and helped them. ~~You are the centre and ground of my world now~~ "And you are my heart, Sorrean," she said happily. Parted from me yet never parted Never and always touching and touched We meet at the appointed place I await you--TOS episode 35 'Amok Time'
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