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2013 by Djinn. This story is Rated R.
I Just Had a Feeling
by Djinn
Chapel
drummed her fingers on the arm of her seat in the shuttle and waited for it to
land on Capedius Eleven. She forced herself not to push past
anyone—just because she hadnÕt seen Sarek in a month didnÕt mean she
should be rude to those around her.
Just because she hadnÕt told him sheÕd arranged enough leave to spend a
couple of nights with him did not mean she had to act like an overeager human
teenager.
She
was the wife of a Vulcan. Dignity
was expected.
She
grabbed her carryall from the overhead compartment and followed her seatmate
off the shuttle, hailing a local transport to take her to the residence where
Sarek and the rest of the Federation delegation were staying.
There
were guards at the door. Capedians who
clearly didnÕt know her from Eve.
She held her hand out for their retina scanner, put it up to her eye,
and then handed it back.
It
didnÕt actually say Mrs. Sarek, it said something—in addition to Captain
Christine Chapel—that she could barely pronounce and only when sheÕd had
too much wine. Sarek always seemed
to find it diverting to hear her try to spit out their last name. Just saying Chapel was so much
easier—or the occasional Mrs. Sarek, which someone usually did say, and
which would make her share an amused, by Vulcan standards, look with Sarek.
He
had not sounded anywhere close to amused on his last comm. In fact, sheÕd never heard him so
frustrated.
He
needed her. He didnÕt say it, and
she didnÕt ask: she just knew. SheÕd
made sure Saavik was going to be on Earth so Saalen wouldnÕt be left alone, and
then sheÕd hightailed it to this stinkhole
planet.
ÒYou
are not expected, MaÕam.Ó
She
gave the guard her Bitch of Emergency Ops look, the one that had brought more
than one snotty planet administrator to his knees when sheÕd needed something he
didnÕt want to give. The look was
tempered now by ÒIÕm the wife of the head guy in there, so make it goddamn
snappy.Ó
The
guard chose instead to have a stare down.
She stared right back. He
finally waved her through.
Selida, one of the delegationÕs
many assistants, looked up from a desk near the entrance and
smiled at her. ÒCaptain,
does the Ambassador know youÕre coming?Ó
Oh,
what a loaded question. Chapel
managed to hide any trace of a smirk.
ÒHe doesnÕt. Wanted to
surprise him.Ó
ÒHeÕll
be glad to see you. Well, glad in
the Vulcan sense.Ó
ÒWhich
is to say slightly less stone faced?Ó
Chapel gave the woman the easy out of those who didnÕt live with
Vulcans. Vulcans had expressions;
they were just subtle. ÒWhich room
is his? IÕm in desperate need of a
shower.Ó
ÒCome
on, IÕll show you.Ó Selida sighed, and it seemed like a happy sound. ÒThings have not been going well.Ó
ÒSo
I gathered from his comms.Ó
ÒMore
stubborn people than those on this system, IÕve never seen. And they fight over the pickiest
details. Stupid stuff, really.Ó
ÒI
believe you. This is why I like
emergencies. Usually no one has
time to make life miserable with picky ass shit.Ó
Selida laughed.
ÒI sort of canÕt see you sitting very long in a negotiation.Ó
ÒSitting
on my hands is not my forte.Ó She
smiled when Selida opened the door to SarekÕs
room. ÒThank you. DonÕt tell him.Ó
ÒI
wonÕt. He deserves something nice
tonight.Ó The womanÕs smile was a
little more wicked than Chapel expected. ÒHave a good evening. He should be back soon. The Capedians
have a rule they canÕt hold discussions once the sun goes down. Probably just as well, otherwise no one
would ever shut up.Ó
She
backed away and let the door shut behind Chapel. The room had a nice big
bed—fortunate, since Chapel didnÕt relish ravishing her husband in a bed
they were in danger of falling out of.
She hung up her carryall, grabbed her toiletries bag and a robe from it,
and went into the bathroom.
The
shower felt great on muscles tired from sitting too long in seats that had
started out comfortable but quickly turned anything but. She let the water run very hot, then got
out and toweled off. Letting her
hair dry on its own, she put a little makeup on and went out to wait for Sarek.
In
the warm, cushy robe, tucked into a huge and very comfortable armchair, she
soon dozed off.
She
woke to a warm hand softly brushing her cheek. Smiling without opening her eyes, she
said, ÒThat better be my husband doing that.Ó
ÒIt
is.Ó
She
opened her eyes and put her hand over his, pushing it into her cheek. ÒHi.Ó
He
drew her up, untied her robe, pushing it off her, and pulled her to the bed.
ÒNo
hello back?Ó She laughed gently as
he pushed her down to the bed, as he followed her down, fully clothed, and
began to kiss his way down her body.
ÒIÕm going to let go of the fact that you have not kissed me yet, since
I like the direction youÕre heading.Ó
He
reached up and found her hand, squeezed gently, and she gave herself over to
his mouth and other hand, soon bucking beneath his attentions. He sat up, managed to make shucking his
robe and underwear a graceful maneuver, and lay down next to her. ÒHello.Ó
She
kissed him, still feeling a bit boneless after his attentions as she pulled him
onto and into her. ÒOh, God, IÕve
missed this.Ó
His
eyes were closed as he breathed out, his sighs telling her heÕd missed it,
too. Greatly. He found her mouth, his lips gentle on
hers, countering what he was doing down lower, how fiercely he was taking her.
ÒI
see why you warmed me up first.
Frustrated, Grandpa?Ó
A
broken puff of air came from him and she realized heÕd laughed. ÒThat name...Ó His thrusting became a little
harder and she grinned.
ÒThat
name works wonders.Ó She wrapped
her legs around his waist and murmured, ÒLet go, Sarek.Ó
And
he did. She held on and rode out
his passion—and his frustration, she thought—and held him as he lay collapsed on her. HeÕd let go more than usual.
She
stroked his hair and kissed his cheek.
ÒTired of being in control?Ó
ÒYesssss.Ó The
sound was a capitulation. Something
heÕd only admit to her.
She
loved that. She hugged him tightly
to her and kissed him the way he liked as she ground against him lightly.
ÒMore?Ó
he asked, as he nuzzled her neck.
ÒI did not hurt you, did I?Ó
ÒYou
never hurt me. And do you think IÕd
be trying to interest my friend down there if I was hurting?Ó
ÒLogical.Ó He rolled so she was astride him and
stared up at her, as if heÕd forgotten what she looked like—or thought
heÕd never see her again. ÒI have
missed you.Ó
She
began to move slowly, the way that almost always worked to get him back quickly. ÒYou didnÕt sound right during our last
conversation.Ó She touched his
cheek, then ran her hands down his arms until she captured his hands, and
brought them up to play with her chest.
ÒYou sounded like you could use a chance to blow off some steam.Ó
He
nodded and slid his hands down to her hips, helping her find a rhythm that
worked well for both of them.
Worked really well. Really goddamned well.
Once
she could see again, she eased off him and cuddled against his side.
He
pulled her closer. ÒI have been
frustrated with the negotiations because I wanted you.Ó
ÒIÕm
a distraction.Ó
He
nodded.
ÒAmanda
was usually with you when you worked.
IÕm not.Ó
ÒI
do not normally mind. But this
time, it has been a hardship to be separated from you.Ó He studied her. ÒYou knew that?Ó
She
nodded. ÒI canÕt be with you all
the time. But I can sneak away and
make things better for a while. I
can surprise you.Ó
ÒOrdinarily
I am not a proponent of surprises.Ó
ÒBut
this time?Ó
He
exhaled, and she thought he was letting go of more than just breath. ÒThis time, I find myself quite
pleased.Ó
ÒThatÕs
because you love me.Ó She smiled as
he kissed her.
ÒIt
is true that I do.Ó He took a deep
breath. ÒThere is also the
possibility that the Pon Farr is approaching.Ó
She
ran her finger across the tip of his ear.
ÒWeÕll deal with it. WeÕll
be fine. IÕm not afraid of it.Ó
ÒSo
brave.Ó He pulled her in to kiss
him. ÒI will never hurt you. Even when the burning
comes. The stronger the
emotional bond between partners the easier the fire is to control.Ó He touched his fingers down on her psi
points but didnÕt initiate a meld.
ÒYou knew. Without any bond between us. You knew.Ó
ÒI
am trained to spot emergencies.Ó
He
nodded. ÒI had not considered
that.Ó
ÒAnd
I just had a feeling. I know you.Ó
ÒYes,
you do.Ó He closed his eyes. ÒI am tired. I have not slept for days.Ó
ÒThen
sleep. I donÕt have to leave till
the day after tomorrow.Ó
He
didnÕt argue about wasting their time with sleep. He didnÕt apologize for being
tired. He just turned, buried his
face in her shoulder, and let her hold him while he fell asleep in her arms.
Such
a wonderful thing: trust.
And
she knew that it wouldnÕt be long before sheÕd have a bad day at Ops and heÕd
hold her as she didnÕt cry but ached inside for whatever had been lost that
might have been saved if sheÕd just been smarter or faster. He would send her to sleep with murmured
words in Vulcan that made her feel safe and warm and that the next day would be
better.
Another
wonderful thing: hope.
ÒI
love you so,Ó she said to him, and drifted off imagining how much better his
day would be tomorrow.
He
woke her before the sun was up, making love to her until it was time to go.
For him to go. She
could go back to sleep for a while before finding some food. She was starving, but she closed her
eyes, pulled his pillow to her, and fell back to sleep, surrounded by the scent
of him.
FIN