Title: Dream Author: Arachnethe2 Series: TOS Code: NC-17 Pairing: K/S/f Disclaimer: Startrek is the property of Paramount Pictures, this is a piece of Amateur fan fiction, made for no profit. Summary: One would never believe, what is going in the head of a certain person. English is not my native language, please forgive me my errors. As always: my thanks belong to Greywolf the Wanderer ­ my editor. But this time also especially to Mary Ellen - the good godess of my bad grammar. Dream (TOS, K/S/f, NC-17) Written by Arachnethe2 She dreamed it again: She was in a turbolift alone with him, lying in his arms, allowing his lips to linger slightly along her throat, his hands to caress her body from the waist upwards to her breasts and then back down to her hips. She felt his arousal growing harder and pressing against her belly, his breath getting faster and rougher as his mouth claimed hers in a long ravishing kiss. The doors hissed open as they tumbled out and reached his quarters on deck 5 almost blinded by passion. She had never been on the Enterprise, but she was sure in her dream that they both were there. Once inside, they stopped in the living area of the room. She never remembered what kind of furniture there was. Her focus was fully concentrated on those black eyes, which allowed her mind nothing but obedience. With a few movements, none of which wasted either time or energy, he pulled her out of her clothes, and with each garment her emotional control crashed down--level by level. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed in the sleeping area. She made no effort to withstand him. Every second increased the desire in her. Every part of her body yearned to be touched, caressed, kissed and licked by his hot delicate tongue. He remained standing beside the bed. She looked, up at him her eyes never leaving his. She watched as if hypnotised the slow, oh how painfully slow, movements of his hands toward the fastening of his blue starfleet tunic, to open it. He stripped it off him, and let it drop to the floor. Then the black regulation shirt joined the blue uniform. For a moment she almost forgot to breathe, as she watched the pale olive skin, green flushed nipples in the black fur on his chest, which continued farther down on his belly in a trace of dark whorls and disappeared below the waist of his regulation trousers. Slowly, very slowly he loosened the fastening to reveal more of his black-furred beauty, then he bent down to remove his boots and in one quick movement he stripped off his black trousers, and then his boxers. He stood in front of her worshipping eyes, proud, yet dignified in his arousal and indescribable beauty. "Spock," she whispered as he covered her body with his own and started to suck at her breasts, to lick at her navel and then he continued down toward the more intimate areas. "Spock," she said aloud as he parted her thighs to bite gently at their inner sensitive skin. "Spock," she growled as he buried his mouth in her pubic hair, licked at her clit, then gently thrust this wet source of magic beauty into her vagina. She was close, so close to exploding under his next touch. He looked up: "Do you trust me?" A deep velvet voice, speaking in a low intimate tone. It was a few seconds before she could speak even one word aloud: "Yes." He stretched his arm out of her view and grabbed something hidden under a pillow. Slowly he sat up and said softly: "give me your hands." Spoken gently, but the hint of command was there in his tone. She obeyed and watched like being mesmerised as the black silky sash was placed around her wrists, then Spock's emotionless face as he pulled her arms behind her head and bound them to the bed. She felt herself helpless and vulnerable lying like this in front of him, allowing him to posses her in such a way. But yes she wanted it. Soon. So now soon he would throw himself on her body, soon he would penetrate her and drive her to the highest point of pleasure. But he remained still kneeling beside her body, without making any effort to continue in the lovemaking.... And then all of a sudden there was a human beside him also fully naked and sitting on the bed and she watched with horror as they both turned their faces to each other -- savouring one another in a deep passionate kiss. She wanted to scream, but watching them both, she was unable to bring out a single syllable. And the men continued kissing, licking and nibbling at each other's lips, their cheeks, their ears, their throats. She wanted to lash out with her legs, but the connection between her brain and her limbs had failed. And she could do nothing else but lie like this, becoming an unwilling viewer of this perverse scene. And the Vulcan and the human continued in their lovemaking: The human was placed on his back, the Vulcan lying between his thighs sucked hard at his aroused penis, then licked his scrotum till the human male couldn't do anything, but moan helplessly against the waves of pleasure which came over him. And god, he was beautiful, both of them were beautiful. And she, looking at them, became aroused even more -- against her will! And she felt pissed! Then the Vulcan shifted himself onto his knees and easily turned his human lover on his stomach. She almost jerked. No, they don't mean... But they really were going to do it: In a quick, swift movement the Vulcan entered the compact body beneath him and the human responded with a loud sob. And then she watched, shocked -- Spock, fucking Kirk hard in front of her eyes, all the way from the first thrust of those slender hips until they both exploded in their orgasms. And then still watching them in their aftermath, she came... T'Pring sat up in her bed bathed in sweat, panting hard. It took a whole 3.5 seconds until she recognised where she was: in her house, in her bedroom beside the sleeping Stonn. Again, she thought, kaidith, she had dreamed it again. She stood up, feeling the unpleasant wetness between her legs. Stonn stirred in his sleep. She left the room as quickly as possible. Right now she was not able to give him any explanation. She was delighted he didn't wake up. She stepped out onto the terrace of their house and stood there, to let the cold desert wind calm down the heat in her. She remembered exactly when those dreams began. It was after the official announcement by the House of Surak -- that Spock cha'Sarek was bonded with James T. Kirk. She was still sure about her decision to choose Stonn as her mate. But then the dreams about the three of them started, and even during a busy day she was followed by such erotic images. She closed her robe more tightly around her body. Another lonely night, slowly passing by... And as the dawn begun to turn the sky red on the horizon, she remained still standing there. End.