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"THE AMBASSADOR'S PLEASURE"
SUMMARY:A simple meeting leads to pleasurable things, with Ambassador Sarek taking the lead...
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"The Ambassador's Pleasure"
The day had pressed on labourously, it seemed to be dragging on slower than
usual. Although his mind was focused, his attention closing out all but the job
at hand, there was a small part of him that constantly ebbed it's way up into his
mind.
Ambassador Sarek dismissed the thoughts that now entered his mind as if it were
of no importance, but the more he tried, the more the thoughts surfaced. Finally
he was driven to distraction and turned off the com.. Now he sat in complete
silence, bringing his control up to block out the thoughts that were foreign to
him. Minutes passed, and still there were there, floating within his conscious
mind. He opened his eyes and looked towards the window. He sighed deeply
and rose from the chair. He walked directly to the large window that over looked
the Embassy grounds and the main street. The sun had started to set, casting
shadows of mauve and grays across the sky.
He looked out onto the street where the pavement glistened from the afternoon
rain. At this hour of the evening all was quiet, most of the Embassy employees
had left for the day and the few that remained were tucked away behind closed
door working silently. He looked further down the street into the emptiness and
the approaching darkness. He sighed, how long had he known her? He calculated
briefly, six months, two days, twelve hours and thirty seven minutes. He
wondered how he had allowed himself to become attracted to her? She had
never given him any indication that she was interested in him... But over the
months things just seemed to flow into place, on his side anyways.
He remembered the first time she had come to the Embassy and allowed himself
a small smile. She had been insecure in meeting with the him, and he had
taken her on as just another Human. He was understandably confused when
a Human had gained the title to create a statue for the Vulcan Embassy. He had
assumed that it would go to a Vulcan artist and when he found out that it had
gone to a Human, he was slightly amused. What would a Human know of
Vulcan art? He had thought. But she did come by the title on her own merit, and
he accepted that.
Their first meeting had been unproductive, her with her insecurity and he
becoming dis-interested due to her lack of feedback. But the proof of her
abilities lay before him in the portfolio she had presented him with. He was
quite impressed although he didn't show it. And after perusing the contents
of the portfolio was quite secure that she would present the Embassy with
a fine piece of work.
She had come to the Embassy for the last six months with new sketches of
the project, revisions to little pieces that he felt could be changed, could be
improved upon. He knew deep down that there was really nothing that had
to be improved in her detailed sketches, but over the first weeks he had
become very interested in more than her art skills. He had taken notice of
more than her drawings as she sat across from him. He had memorized her
face so perfectly that even in his medation period she would appear distracting
him. He had never commented on her appearance, he thought that would
be unappropriate and he wondered if she had noticed the times when he had
stood a little too close to her, if she did, she was too polite to mention it.
When she had shown him different sketches, he would lean gently over her
shoulder to view them, and her scent had left him seeking just a little more
control. As of late, he had caught himself smiling when she entered the room,
she had taken no notice of this, perhaps she didn't know that Vulcan's weren't
supposed to smile so openly, but she had returned the smile graciously.
He had no explaination for how he felt about her, all he knew is that he did
feel and he had to do something about it. He could contian the wanting he
felt any longer. He had to approach her in a physical manor to see how she
would re-act to his advances. How would she re-act? He had wondered about
that also.
She was not attached, nor had she had any special males in her life that he was
aware of. He had never querried about her private life and she had never offered
any information about it. So he assumed that she was available. But how would
she re-act to his advances? Would she accept them? Or would she turn from
him and leave insulted that she would even consider his offer?
Sarek had decided that morning that he would no longer keep his feelings from
her. That this evening when she came he would speak to her openly. He knew
all she could say was no, he would accept her answer, whatever it might be, but
the thought of her saying no, was bothersome to him but he would not put that
thought into his mind.
A knock came on the door and it slowly opened. Sarek turned to see who had
opened it. It was T'mir, the young Vulcan aide that had been working with them
on the creation of the statue. Her knowledge of anceint Vulcan art had been an
asset to the project and she now stood in the door way with a folder of prints
she had run off.
"Ambassador, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I thought you would need the prints
of the pieces you and Miss Aris were looking at last week." The Ambassador
crossed the floor and reached out to take the folder. He opened it and quickly
glanced at the papers inside, he nodded and turned to put the folder on his desk.
"Also Ambassador, one more thing before I leave." He looked at her, waiting.
"Miss Aris will be late this evening, she should arrive by seven." T'Mir waited
for him to answer.
"Yes, of course T'Mir, thank you." He said. T'Mir stood for a moment longer
and when he did not address her again she left closing the door quietly behind
her. Sarek looked up and wondered if his aide knew? Even if she did, that was
of no importance, it was within his right to fulfill his needs. After all he had
been unbonded now for two years and he felt it was time to seek out another
to fill that space that was left empty by the loss of his wife.
The clock struck seven and Sarek looked up waiting for her to knock on the door.
A few minutes later the knock came. He rose from the chair and approached the
door, opening it he smiled ever so gently. "Please come in Miss Aris." He said standing aside to let her into the office.
"How are you Ambassador?" She asked.
"I am well, I trust you are also well?" He asked. It had been a week since she
was last at the Embassy, and he was pleased she was there now.
"I'm fine Ambassador, I've been working on the revisions on the sketches from
the last time we met and I believe you will be please with what I have come up
with." She walked over to the desk and set the portfolio on top, she opened it
and took out some sketches and laid them on the desk top. When she realized
that Sarek had not joined her she turned and smiled at him.
"Would you care to have a look?" She asked.
"Yes, of course." He crossed the room and took a seat behind his desk. She
handed the sketches to him and waited till he went throught them.
After a few moments he looked at her. She was looking at some other work she
had in her portfolio and was unaware of his glances. Finally he cleared his throat
to get her attention. She looked up and smiled.
"Miss Aris, this piece is not what we had in mind, can you explain the changes
you have made to it?" He asked. She smiled at him once again.
"Ambassador, I believe you could call me by my first name, after all we have been
working with each other for a while now and Miss Aris seems so...formal. Please
call me Briane." Sarek nodded.
"Then Briane, would you please explain to me why you have included this pattern
in the edging of the piece?" Briane looked over the desk to where his finger had
pointed. It was difficult to view the piece from where she sat, so she stood and
went around the desk to stand behind his chair.
"Ah, yes, I took this design from the piece of stone that T'Mir had shown me
last week, I though it would fit in perfectly. Don't you think it works?" She asked.
Sarek pointed to a missing loop in the design.
"You have not connected it here. Perhaps that is what is throwing it off pattern?"
Briane looked.
"Yes, your right, I didn't notice that." She went and retrieved a pencil from her
case and returned to stand behind him again. She reached over his shoulder and
expertly connected the spiraling loop. He felt her warmth on his shoulder, her one
hand rested on his other shoulder and her purfume floated around him. He tried
to keep his eyes on the piece she was working on but he was too distracted. He
reached and took the pencil from her hand and laid it on the desk. Briane looked
a little shocked at his action.
"Is somethng wrong Ambassador?" She asked looking into his face.
Sarek turned and looked steadily into her eyes. The smile slowly left Briane's
face as she noticed the look on the Vulcans'. Again she repeated~
"Ambassador Sarek, is there anything wrong?" She kept his gaze. The silence
that lay between them for the following moments was nerve wrecking to Briane.
She could hear her heart beating quicker in her cheat. She wanted to turn away
from his dark eyes, to close her own, but she couldn't, she was mesmorized
like a small animal waiting the final strike. And only when Sarek lifted his hand
to touch her face did she break away from his stare.
"Nothing is wrong Briane, nothing that cannot be resolved." Sarek said, his
voice barely a whisper.
Briane's breath caught in her throat as his fingers caressed the side of her cheek.
Her eyes closed, instantly she felt the warm sensation that flowed from his
fingertips. She wanted to pull back, unsure if she wanted him to continue. She
kept her eyes closed not wanting to look into his face, fearing his eyes would
break her will and pull her down into his eager arms.
Gently Sarek moved his fingers and placed them on the side of her face in the
melding position. "Your thoughts Briane." His voice was low, sensual. Briane felt a shiver run
through her body, she parted her lips to speak, to voice her objection to his
touch, but the words would not come. "Only your thoughts." He whispered bringing his face closer to hers. His
breath was hot and sweet upon her face and when his lips brushed hers, she
moaned and tears fell from her closed eyes. He let her inner thoughts flow
into his mind and he too closed his eyes. Sarek allowed her emotions to enter
freely and was dismayed at the amount of pain she concealed within her. The
hurt she carried overwhelmed him and he broke the connection.
Briane opened her eyes and her lips trembled as she bent and placed them on
his mouth. She held them there for a moment then pulled back, no kiss given.
Sarek reached and wiped the tears from her face.
"I will not hurt you T'hy'la." He said rising from the chair. She stepped back
to allow him to pass. Sarek went and stood looking out into the darkness
which now enfolded the Embassy, the thin rays of the outside lights fell on
his face illuminating the darkness that was in his eyes, he sighed.
Briane turned to face him, his back blocking the window. She looked at his
darkness, she couldn't tell where his darkness started and the night ended, they
flowed naturally into each other. He had indeed stirred something in her.
Something that had not been stirred for sometime.
"What do you expect form me?" She asked. The silence was long as she waited
for a response. Finally Sarek turned to face her.
"Expect...I expect nothing, I only hope that which you give, would be given...
freely." He answered taking a step away from the window.
"What is it you hope I would give...freely?" She asked as he approached her.
When he stood in front of her he took her hand and lifted it to his lips, her
hand trembled as he placed his lips on it and kissed it. He traced his tongue
around her hand and down onto her wrist and gently nipped her tender flesh.
Sarek drew her hand from his lips and placed it on his chest. With his other
hand he lifted her face to look into his. He bent close to her face and his lips
brushed her ear.
"Pleasure." He whispered into her ear. Briane trembled at the word he spoke.
Her hand clentched tightly at the material on his chest. She allowed him to pull
her against his body. The warmness and scent of him seeped into her being
arousing her senses even more.
Sarek pulled her even closer. It had been so long since he had allowed this
emotion to surface, he had almost forgotten what it felt like to want...to desire.
But now within his arms lay the path to desire and the means to end it.
He pulled her from him and stood looking down at her, she could not gage
what he was thinking all she knew is that she wanted him and at this point
there was no turning back. Sarek lifted his hand and pulled the closure of
her dress, slowly it came down allowing her dress to fall off her shoulders.
He made no sound or showed no emotion as Briane brought her dress further
down exposing her breasts. Sarek reached out and cupped one of her breasts
in his hand and skillfully caressed it. Briane moaned as he bent forward and
took her nipple in his mouth tracing circles around it with his tongue. His other
hand fondled the other breast. Briane could hardly breath, the pleasure was
over powering.
He stood up straight and pulled her towards him, his hand grasping her
long red hair. He didn't have to force her to come to him, she eagerly took
his mouth on hers and stars ignited as they sought each other's tongues.
He felt her hand slipping down his chest and his passion flared, further
and further down it went till her hand rested on the hardness that she
sought. Fumbling she reached inside his robe and put her hand down
inside his trousers. This time Sarek moaned as he removed his robe and
tunic. Briane put her mouth on his chest and kissed it, biting him as she
made her way down to where her hand rested on his penis. He lowered
his trousers to allow her access and gently she took it in her hand.
Briane lowered her head and placed her lips upon the engorged head and
kissed it. This time it was Sarek that shivered as she stroked it with her hand
licking the length of it. It had been so long since these sensations filled him
he pulled back fearing it would end too soon. He reached and removed her
dress and proceeded to take her panties off. He slid his hand down between
her legs and felt the warmth that he hungered for. His fingers slipped deep
within her causing Briane to almost scream, not a hurtful scream but one
filled with ecstacy. Slowly he moved his fingers in and out bringing her to
a frenzied climax. When she had finished he picked her up in his arms, kissing
her until his senses were blurred and the only thought in his mind was to
satisfy his desire.
Briane was breathless, she sought his mouth once more taking his tongue
deep into her mouth wanting to raise her own passion again. Within the
midst of the kiss Sarek still holding her entered her, she drapped her legs
around him tightly, feeling his penis filling all of her. He turned and laid
a top the desk Briane coming down on top him. She was burning inside,
his size was almost too much for her to bear but she took pleasure in the
searing pain he caused her.
Slowly she started to ride him, his hands on her hips raising her with the
movement. The passion reached a fervous high and he pulled her once down
more to find her mouth, his hands moved over her body caressing every
part of her. Finally he could contain himself no longer and he flipped her
onto her back still within her he now was the master of the ride.
Moments passed into hours and skin glistened in the lights that shone
in from the street. Again and again the passion within them flared and yet
again it died in a thrust of exstacy. The night never seemed so long or
so fullfilling as it had that night. And in the morning's pale shades he held
her to him and whispered
"Pleasure" once again.
c.2000
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