Star Treck

If it hadn't been for all the watching eyes T'Pol might have done something to entice him but she held some restraint. But that didn't stop the hunger in her eyes as she turned to him, hot breath on his neck due to their height difference. She reached down and untied the rope and stood there for a few seconds, the closeness spreading fire and then took a step back.

Spock lead her down the winding path. They reached the room and saw some already asleep. there was a gap in the walls where two could sleep easily. He watched as people drank from the pond. He left and laid in the wall.

Flat out exhausted from being stuck in a burning elevator, barely surviving it, an attack on the ship, crawling through air vents to avoid Klingons and restraining herself from Spock; T'Pol crashed on the first spot of safe, open ground she saw. The spot next to Spock. T'Pol had her eyes half open and the ground was surprisingly comfortable, might have been just from how tired she was, and curled slightly towards Spock. Dark eyes fluttered closed and open a few more times before she fell asleep against him.

Spock was clueless on what to do. He put his arm around her abdomen, like they did in movies, and then crashed too.

Phlox walked by the two and raised an eyebrow at the sight. "Now what's this?" He wondered and looked around for someone to see if they could understand this sudden intimacy he was seeing between the two. Not only had T'Pol initiated the little event, but Spock had responded in a positive way. The curious doctor was eager to tell someone about this development, but it was obvious they would all know soon enough.

Falti saw what the doctor was looking at and wondered herself. She continued to yelp the remaining ship members though.

Phlox continued to check the members of the crew that were present. He was doing the best he could on medical examinations and by the end he counted five injure, and two dead. He walked to Falti for his report. "Captain."

"Doctor," she replied. She brushed the dirt off her pants.

"It would seem that casualties were low. But still there. We lost two crew on impact. Ensign Johnson and Ensign Vicks. There are numerous mild injuries that do not need medical attention but five that do. Most of which are broken or twisted bones, wrists, ankles. Ensign Henders twisted his ankle on the way down here." The Doctor reported, finally taking a breath.

Falti looked around and cursed in Romulan. "Very well, we shall stay here a while. There is a post not far away." She got back to setting up her place to sleep.

He nodded. "I found a nice little hollow where I'll rest." The doctor said and nodded goodbye. He backed up and then went into the little stone hollow where he could someday fit herbs and medicines. For some reason he just imagined living for the rest of his life here. Phlox's spirits went down greatly.

Falti managed to somehow get to sleep.

T'Pol opened her eyes some time later, feeling mostly well rested and curiously hot. She felt Spock's hand on her abdomen and let out a growling purr, fire heating through her body. She could feel emotions slipping free and had to act quickly unless she wanted to go into a Pon Farr right next to all of her remaining crew mates. The restless Vulcan's hands gripped Spock's shoulders and she jolted him awake, primative thoughts filling her mind. "Spock..." She rasped slowly, her mouth close to his ear.

Spock tried to swat her away like an anoying fly but when she spoke he slowly opened his crusted eyes. He blinked a couple of times then wiped his eyes with his hand. He looked at the brown eyes of T'Pol. The pupils were large, leaving just a bit of brown. "What," he whispered back. He knew everyone was asleep in the room and one noise would wake everyone.

T'Pol pushed herself against his chest some, body becoming so hot she knew he could feel it. "Remember how I told you that I was very very near my Pon Farr?" She asked, a hand pushing against his torso without her telling it to. Her breathing hyped up again, short and raspy.

Spock sat there and nodded, "Yes,"

"Well I'm pretty certain I've got less then a half hour before I tear the clothing off the first male I see...." She said, already trying to seduce him. T'Pol stared at him with obvious intent. "And I'd rather not do that here..." She whispered.

Spock grabbed her wrist and took her back down the cave. When they came to the first room he let her go.

The moment she was free, she pounced. T'Pol pushed him against the stone wall rather forcibly, and pressed her mouth against his in a demanding kiss. The heated Vulcan pushed herself against him, one hand running through his hair. Her motions were heated, and she began to growl as she kissed him.

Spock did the same. His feelings grew for her over the course of what seemed like weeks in his head but only days in reality. He ran his fingers through her soft briwn hair. He kept one hand one her back to keep her in.

T'Pol craned her neck and back, raising her self onto her tiptoes and leaning against him. She pulled back for a breath and then her hands began tearing at his clothing.

Phlox awoke to odd sounds from a cave or so over. He stood to investigate but then something like a moan filled his ears and he sat right back down.

Spock began to do the same. (My eyes burn here!)

Sometime later....

T'Pol was panting next to Spock, her body glistening with sweat. She turned her head to him, the raving emotions slowly churning down to a dull roar. She reached out for his hand, and then nuzzled her head against his neck. "Thank you..." She whispered.

Spock grabbed her hand and panted, "Welcome." He leaned his head against hers. His bidy was glistening in sweat. His hair was plastered to hisforehead and his eyes were alive.

T'Pol whispered to him. "If you still get a Pon Farr as a hybrid..." She kissed his cheek lightly. "I be willing." Her free hand rested on his chest, and she began to fade in and out of sleep.