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"Never Enough" By Gayle Rochefort-Potts For Voile cha Krech.... August 2002 ---------------------------------- The lights were brilliant, as they were supposed to be. I stepped into this alien place and stopped in wonder of it all. People of every description and size, not to mention species were all over; some were sitting and talking, others were dancing... and still others seemed to be deep in conversation. I wondered again why I was here... but I couldn't tear myself away. Highly illogical. I looked down for a moment, I hoped I had remembered the correct name and that this was the correct place. Before I could take another step a Terran male stood holding a tray asking me if I wanted something to drink. I raised an eyebrow, "Do you have any suggestions?" He shrugged, "Most of your kind chose something like cinnamon schnapps, especially if they want to loose some of their inhibitions." This male seemed to have something else on his mind than serving me a drink. I was not quite ready for that. "I will have Altair water." "Figures." The human male muttered as he tapped in my order. I drew in a breath to find some bravery, "Do you know where I could find a person with the name of Gaph'ire?" "Why on Earth would a person like you want with Gaph'ire?" "We are not on Earth." I was feeling defensive and as if I did not anyone to know. "What I wish with this person is my affair." The waiter shrugged, "Yeah, well whatever turns your crank." He looked around the room then made a motion for me to follow. "This way." We wove through the crowd of tables and people, all the way back to a dark corner. The waiter leaned down to a well-dressed individual and spoke softly to him; even with my hearing I could not discern the words. The other individual nodded then looked at me. "You have the agreed amount?" I nodded, "You are Gaph'ire?" "It doesn't matter to you." "I will not give the amount of money required to just anyone. Just as you would not accept money from any one." I watched this man as two young girls slid onto the bench seat on either side of him and then noticed the young man standing behind him giving 'Gaph'ire' a shoulder massage. "You had the opportunity to check up on me, I would at least wish to know that I was dealing with Gaph'ire." The man nodded, "Fair enough." He stood, "Gaph'ire, at your service." He offered his hand to me. I bowed my head slightly, never loosing sight of him, "Vulcans do not touch unless it is necessary." I offered him the ta'al, "Long life and prosperity be yours." Gaph'ire smiled, "I like you Vulcan." He looked on a padd that was sitting in front of him. "Okay Rachael here will escort you to room twenty. She will stay as long as you wish, she is yours to do with as you asked." I looked at her, "Does she understand what is required?" Rachael stood, "Yes, I have shared minds with a telepath before." I cleared my throat, just listening to her voice made my body react. No wonder she had been chosen for me. Her long dark hair, her eyes and even her liquid voice... all made to tantalize... even a Vulcan. "I am Vulcan, not just a telepath. And the things I wish are outlawed on Vulcan." He looked to Gaph'ire, "You were aware of this?" Gaph'ire nodded once then made a motion for Rachael to move. She stood reluctantly; shot me a glace that was dripping with a fear of some kind and yet still lead the way through a concealed door, and then down a dark corridor. She walked with a confidence that I had not seen in her face. She walked until she got to a door with the number 20 on it. She placed her hand on the palm-ident then stepped back for a moment while the door engaged and then open. The room itself was quite interesting, floor to ceiling filled with every assortment of paraphernalia known to the universe... or at least it seemed that way. Humans had a taste for such items, anything from an ordinary looking penis to the strangeness of a Horta's replicating stem. Some I found I was strangely drawn to... others I would rather have out of the room. "If you want to try anything, I know how they all work or are supposed to work." She sat on one end of the couch. "If you want anything to eat or drink, there is a food replicator near the door where we came in." "It is not necessary." I stood in front of her, "Is there not a sleep area?" "Sure." She stood and tapped a control and the couch seemed to stretch into a fair sized bed. "There you go." I nodded. "And your clothes, remove them." She looked at me as she slowly began to open the front of her dress, "And what about you? Are you staying dressed?" My hands moved to the closure at my neck and I began to strip off my clothing. This was not something that I felt should be hesitated over. I was not here to savour the time with her, I was here to find some satisfaction in what I craved. What I craved was her mind, her thoughts, and her desires. I wanted what she was permitted to feel each day, what she experienced each day... both the pleasant and unpleasant. I waited until she moved onto the bed, and then I followed her. We knelt facing one another with enough room around us so we would not find ourselves unceremoniously on the floor at an inopportune moment. I placed my hands together palm to palm. I breathed in deeply, sending my senses and my shields off to somewhere else. I reached forward and placed my hands on her face. Her cool skin, her thoughts that blazed into mine. "We are one..." I muttered. I felt the calm quiet of my own thoughts slowly dissolving into hers. The calm of the centuries of Vulcan teachings being striped away to savour the irrational thoughts of a human. Oh yes... and the emotions.... feeding mine... awakening them. I feel the fire beginning deep in my center, reaching, crawling out in search of her passions. I felt her touch on my face, "Yes..." I whispered over and over again as the bridge between us opened and allowed the free exchange. Her hands began to touch my body.... I slowly began to explore her body. A breath that we both took together.... a fire that was being fed as we breathed in and out. It was growing... becoming more than I had experienced before. My body was beginning to react. My fingers were becoming sensitive to even the lightest contact with her body. I felt a shiver run through me. Her hands traveled slowly down my body, caressing it... stroking me... making my body sing. I felt a moan deep in my throat... my breath seemed to catch as I pulled her closer to me... we fell sideways onto the bed. The surface was soft and smooth against my skin. She covered my body with her body, she seemed so much cooler than me... it was almost refreshing. My hands glided over her body, feeling every curve... memorizing it. My passions slowly began to burn into her; I could hear her whispers at my ear. She said something about being hot for me.... something about wanting me... and I remember her soft voice when she told me to enter her and then to move deeper... I began to loose myself, loose the sensation of being two. We were one, moving as one, burning as one... releasing as one. I cried out, and my head shook with her cries as we shared the second release seemingly stronger than the first. I still wanted her. Still needed her touch... hungry for it... I pulled her closer, pushed in deeper... reached into her mouth with my tongue...into her mind with my thoughts. Wrapped myself around her... body and soul and then held her tight. I pulled her in tighter... with my final release my body shook, shivered and then began to relax... and her whispers died slowly. I released her and she fell on the bed... lifeless. I moved to the foot of the bed, sat watching her for a few moments until the realization sunk in... it had happened again. I sighed. I could never be permitted to bond with someone. Never. I dressed and all the time I watched her lifeless body. I felt numb. I cleared my throat, "Computer. End program." The scene died around me. So did she. Now I would have to meditate for days to remove myself from this. As I did before and as I would again. I took a step and then fell to my knees. I could not do this again. I would seek re-training... hopefully rid myself of this need to consume the other. At least I did not do this in real time... like the first one. That one took me weeks to recover from. Now I manage to capture the thought patterns and the image... and feed off of that. The females I have offered memory globes to, ones that have managed to transmit anything into them... they are the ones I hold within my thoughts now... and it is still not enough... "Never enough..."
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