I held my breath. I did not wish to disturb this dream. It was erotic. I could see the area between his thighs growing, causing the landscape of the blanket to change from shape of the desert with its gentle swells and valleys, to the shape of a solitary mountain sitting among the red plains of Vulcan.

I did not know who would be the recipient of such a wondrous mental image. I did not want to know who was causing the nocturnal fantasy. For this moment I would believe myself the source of the arousal. I could believe myself caressing the round ear, tasting the warm breath as it whispered my name. I could feel the lips quivering as they contacted mine, responded to mine, allowing me to graze them with my tongue.

The cloth over him pulsed. His breath caught. He was deep into the passion of the dream. The member was straining against the fabric. Seeking release. I could feel my hand brushing against the hardness. Moving underneath the light material, liberating the straining component from its confines. Allowing it the freedom it seeks. Stroking it with my fingers, feeling the heat radiating from the engorged organ. I could feel my lips against it, touching my tongue to the smooth, rounded head, consuming it into my mouth. Tasting the fluid that would form.

I could hear the sounds of pleasure that would escape his lips at the feel of my mouth on his heat. Hear the moans of desire as the need for release consumed him. I could feel his hands in my hair guiding my head as I brought him to orgasm. I could taste the, presumably, salty fluid as it filled me.

I reach out my hand to gently caress his face. I will, finally, let him know how I feel. This man that we depend on. This man who protects us all. There is a sudden jolt and I turn my seat to the control panel.

"Goddamn! Spock, what the hell was that?" he sits up awakened suddenly. "I hate traveling in these tin cans!"

"It was nothing Doctor. The shuttle has just been taken over by the tractor beam to bring us in. We should dock in 18.6 minutes. And, had you consented to beaming to the ship, the Captain would not have had to send me to retrieve you in the shuttle."

"Spock, I've spent the last twenty-two hours in surgery down there on Ralya. After a day like that, I would rather ride four hours in this thing than have my molecules scrambled!"

THE END