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Vulcan Honeymoon - Part 1
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Name: Bruce Guthrie #28 at 2900 (*Maxie's Toy (C-Calif. <Modesto>)
"Vulcan Honeymoon"
A Green Hell, Inc. production
Written June to July, 1990
Public Domain - Unlimited distribution permitted.
(Part 1 of 3)
T'Shaul was a young vulcan female of uninspiring appearance. She
was a bit short, even by human standards. Her cheeks were too
narrow, her nose too pointed, and her ears were large. Her body
always remained hidden under the folds of a robe, but there was
not much indication that she was of any great beauty. Vulcans,
though, do not judge by appearance only, and T'Shaul was not ever
overtly considered ugly or unattractive. Still, her parents found
it difficult to arrange a marriage when T'Shaul had been a child.
And then they had learned that she did not *wish* to be
betrothed. Being somewhat liberal, her parents conceded to
T'Shaul's request for no interference on the order of marriage.
There would be other children for Silvak and T'Peruv.
T'Shaul kept herself unusually isolated for a Vulcan, though
never from her family. She immersed herself in studies, and
proved very apt in both biology and ecology. As Vulcan was a
planet with a rather small and limited biosphere, she
concentrated her studies on other planets, especially Earth. Its
vast range of environments and sub-ecologies was eternally
fascinating for T'Shaul, and her parents concern for T'Shaul's
self-imposed isolation was buffeted by the knowledge that she
would be well respected for her chosen field of application. That
she had already passed the age of marriage without any apparent
concern or interest was unusual, but not unheard of.
It was in a class on Earth human society that T'Shaul met
Ethan Cook. He was a human, actually *from* Earth, who taught the
course for the Vulcan Science Academy. T'Shaul had only met one
human before, a friend of her mothers. Ethan did not match those
early impressions at all. He was cool and reserved, modeling
himself a great deal after Vulcans. He taught the class
efficiently, and was willing to discuss topics not directly
covered, after the class.
Over the weeks, T'Shaul found that Ethan was not modeling the
behavior of vulcans at all. One of the human classmates told her
that he had known Ethan when on a colony planet a few years ago,
and he had been the same back then.
"I think he just doesn't like people much," the student said, "he
doesn't associate with anyone very much. Acts kind of snobby,
actually."
"Perhaps he is just shy," T'Shaul suggested in her quiet voice.
"Yeah, well... I wouldn't be surprised, I doubt he's been able to
get any girlfriends with his looks..." The student immediately
looked embarrassed and hurried off. T'Shaul had easily felt his
reaction, though, to her own appearance. It was a typically
shallow emotional reaction for a human. Yet it somehow disturbed
T'Shaul slightly. She had not admitted, even to herself, that her
appearance was part of the reason for her isolation.
It was towards the end of the course when T'Shaul discovered
Ethan in the desert, crying, one night. She had been frequenting
it herself because of the effectiveness of the sterile
environment when meditating. One night she came to a small
outcropping of rock, still radiating heat absorbed from Vulcan's
brilliant sun, which had set. Her first reaction upon seeing the
human, bent up against the rock and sobbing into his hands, was
to leave immediately. It was a display of emotion distasteful to
any Vulcan, even from a human. But she recognized that it was
Ethan, and her curiosity overcame the Vulcan's usual regard for
privacy. That, and something that radiated with his emotions,
something that was familiar.
When Ethan recognized T'Shaul as a student in his course, he
hesitated to leave. Then, figuring that no Vulcan would really
care about his personal troubles, if they even understood them,
he ended up inviting her to stay. She was hesitant but obviously
curious. Feeling the need to purge the depression that was
looming in him, Ethan told the quiet T'Shaul about the pain that
led to his sobbing in the desert, alone.
It was with some amazement that T'Shaul learned that Ethan also
had a self-imposed isolation. In the human society, he had been
unable to live with what was generally viewed as an unattractive
visage, as well as a social clumsiness. Ethan Cook had eventually
given up on forming relations with his own people, especially
female. He had been greatly hurt by rejection inflicted on him by
several different callous women.
T'Shaul found herself listening intently as the young and lonely
man droned on, rating his life lower and lower. She found herself
sympathizing so greatly that before she realized it, she was
telling Ethan about her own deeply buried self-doubts over
appearance and a purpose in her life. She didn't notice the
humans eyes growing wider as she described a strange emptiness
she had always felt in her soul. Than she started when his hand
touched hers, and found herself staring into hidden eyes that
somehow gleamed without light.
In a few short weeks, an incredible change came over the two.
T'Shaul was suddenly telling T'Peruv and Silvak all about her
Earth society teacher and not the course itself. And her bearing
had altered in some way that made her more noticeable. Meanwhile,
Ethan Cook was amazing students and co-workers alike as he
smiled, chuckled, and even laughed on occasions. The man who had
been considered snobbish and unsociable was now openly friendly.
No one could figure out the reason behind the apparent changes in
his behavior. Until he announced joyously that he and T'Shaul
were to marry.
T'Shaul's parents were, for Vulcans, overjoyed. They approved
strongly of Ethan, which surprised him. He was delighted to find
how much regard they had for him and his work.
"You have brought our daughter back for us," T'Shaul's father
said softly to Ethan, when they were momentarily alone. "This is
appreciated greatly." Ethan nodded numbly, knowing what an open
admission like this cost the old Vulcan. "I thank you," Ethan
managed to say, "for having your daughter. She is everything to
me." And while the love for T'Shaul emenating from the Earth man
was not enough to make Silvak react openly, his eyes did shine
more brightly.
At the Bonding ceremony, T'Shaul and Ethan were accompanied by
many Vulcan relatives and friends of her family. Ethan was
surprised at how many humans showed up as well, and was slowly
learning that more people had cared for him then he thought.
When the full marriage Bond was established, Ethan found himself
crying freely and without shame. Standing together, their hands
just touching, he and T'Shaul thanked their guests for their
attendance. The love and joy being radiated caused more then one
Vulcan to let slip a minor expression of emotion. Several of the
older Vulcan even smiled at them openly, though only for a
moment.
All of their lonelieness and depression were gone, and in the
past. T'Shaul and Ethan had found each other, the Bond thundering
in their souls.
* * * *
The couple left Vulcan for what, in quaint human terms, Ethan
called a honeymoon. With the money bestowed upon them as wedding
gifts, it was easy to obtain passage to Net'liree, a lush
recreational planet. The planet had an even climate very much
like a warm spring on Earth, which T'Shaul found cool but not
uncomfortable. To Ethan, any drop in temperature was a relief.
Both enjoyed the lighter gravity, T'Shaul more out of the
uniqueness of the experience then the physical relief that Ethan
felt.
They obtained a modest cabin situated in a large area of land,
far removed from other vacationers. Net'liree was a planet for
those that wished privacy and simple, natural pleasures. The
cabin was near the edge of a large lake, with open fields spread
out to one side and a large but not very dense forest at the
other. Most of the native animal life consisted of birds, small
mammals and reptiles, but a number of animals from other planets,
including Earth, had been transplanted to Net'liree. There were
even some bears, though they were very shy.
The couple spent their time exploring the area. T'Shaul was
enraptured by the assortment of plants. Grasses, bushes, trees,
and flowers were everywhere, and the wind was filled with the
scent of growing things and chlorophyll. Ethan smiled at her
wonder of so much greenery. She was also intrigued when he
started swimming in the lake. The experience of total immersion
in liquid was almost totally alien to T'Shaul, who had never left
Vulcan. Even baths were rare, so she did not join Ethan the first
several times.
It was the late afternoon of their third day at the cabin when
Ethan was finally able to convince T'Shaul to let him teach her
how to swim. She was observing the squirrels, feeding them nuts
and bits of fruit to win their trust, when Ethan remarked that
for a wife she acted a lot like a student.
T'Shaul turned her head and watched Ethan "treading water" as he
smirked at her. She knew he was playing one of those
incomprehensible human games again. She had been learning,
slowly, what "teasing" was and responded, with usual Vulcan
calmness, "In matters of human behavior, I will always be your
student."
Ethan continued to grin and then suddenly splashed a small wave
of water onto her. She blinked and stood up, but knew it was just
part of the game. She was not sure how to respond next though.
"Well if you're my student, then I think that I should teach you
how to swim," Ethan said, a mock serious expression taking over
his face. "Get your clothes off and come on in."
T'Shaul continued to stand for a moment, then quickly and
efficiently stripped off her clothing. Ethan had bought them at a
shop in town to help keep her warm. She piled the clothing
carefully a ways from the edge of the lake, then stepped to the
edge and slowly slid herself into the water, which was only about
thigh-high at that point. To her it was chilly and made her
shiver slightly.
Her complete obeyal of Ethan's playful command and her nakedness
in the clear daylight had erased Ethan's grin. Now he was just
gazing at her body. Married they were, but they had not yet
consummated it, the intense joy of the Bond having eclipsed such
mundane thoughts as those of sex. They had not paid attention to
each others nudity when changing clothes, and had spent their
nights only sleeping, sharing dreams. Now Ethan was taking the
time to really look at his wife's body, and she dutifully turned
around slowly at the admiration that came through the Bond.
"And to think that we Terrans *still* have taboos against the
naked form," Ethan said quietly. He beckoned T'Shaul closer and
she walked into the lake to him, as he swam closer to her.
Meeting at a depth where the water lapped around their chests,
Ethan gazed into her eyes and then gently took her hand.
Ethan tugged T'Shaul out to the deeper water, then let go of her
hand. She knew that her buoyancy was higher then that of the
liquid and therefore she should float, but found herself nearly
choking on the cold lake water.
"Move your legs," Ethan said, a bit of urgency in his voice. He
remained close but didn't touch her. "Kick them back and forth
like you were walking hard." T'Shaul did as he said and her head
was pushed above the waterline.
After he was sure she knew how to stay afloat properly, Ethan
began to teach her some basic swimming motions. The mechanics
were apparent very quickly, and soon T'Shaul was propelling
herself about the lake, being very careful not to breath in any
water. Ethan laughed and started to swim around her, showing
off. They collided, and he gasped as she went under. Panicking,
he grabbed her by the waist and heaved her body up high into the
air. T'Shaul let out a gasping breath and wiped her wet, black
hair from her face.
<If I ever lost you...> Ethan thought, his heart pounding with
fear.
<You would not let me,> T'Shaul thought, her trust implicit. She
was looking down at Ethan and his arms were trembling with the
effort to hold her up but he didn't lower her as he just keep
staring into her eyes and thinking <I love you so much> over and
over as tears mixed with the cool lake water...
<You are straining yourself!> she exclaimed. She didn't want him
to pull a muscle, but he didn't care. She twisted carefully and
slid out of his grasp, but before he could panic again, she swam
to the lake edge. He followed and climbed out before her, to help
her.
"I am fine, my love," she said firmly. Ethan stroked her cheek
and his concern slowly faded. T'Shaul knew the fear he had felt,
and did not deny that she too could not stand the thought of his
ever dying. It could be examined calmly and logically, but she
did not want to. She only wanted to be with Ethan and love him,
giving herself to him completely. The Bond joined their thoughts
and desires into one.
Hands clasped, they silently headed for the cabin, T'Shaul's
clothes were left behind.
Ethan insisted on lighting a large fire to heat the cabin.
T'Shaul protested that it would make him unnecessarily hot and
she could withstand the cold quite easily.
"No way," Ethan said. "You forget how much more humans can adapt
to varying enviroments than Vulcans. This'll just be like the
summer I spent in Israel."
"It is not logical for you to endure such discomfort. I am more
adequately prepared to deal with --"
Ethan brushed T'Shaul's cheek with the back of his hand, cutting
off her statement. <Darling,> he thought, <you're comfort is all
the preparation I need.> He took her hand and tugged her towards
the bed. T'Shaul found herself laying back automatically,
considering another protest, when Ethan's lips were suddenly on
her own.
He hungerily kissed T'Shaul, his hands caressing her shoulders.
She smelled his warm, clean breath puffing from his nostrils,
quickening as he grew excited. Ethan had too rarely been able to
fulfill any sexual urges with a woman and now, long suppressed
from habit, they were surging forward. But somehow Ethan realized
that there was something wrong. He couldn't figure it out at
first, and then it suddenly dawned on him.
"You're still a virgin," he said quietly, breaking the kiss.
"I am untouched, yes," his wife affirmed. Her eyes were gleaming
as they watched his.
"I didn't think--stupid of me...His annoyance tweaked the Bond
and T'Shaul touched his forehead. The Bond flared and any
conflicts died in its light.
<I will make this special,> Ethan thought, his concern strong. He
didn't want T'Shaul's first sexual experience to be pathetic like
his, or painful, or too short... He wanted it to be perfect. She
accepted this and relaxed herself slowly.
Ethan was carefully exploring T'Shaul's body, caressing and
kissing and occasionally licking. Her neck was as sensitive as a
human woman's was, for she informed him of each spots reaction to
his attention as he progressed. Her nipples were small brown
disks with little bumps. Her breasts rose and fell with her
breathing. Ethan tentatively licked one of the brown disks and
there was no outward reaction, except for her next breath being
much deeper. He had felt the tingle through the Bond, though, and
continued to gently stroke the nipple with his tongue. After
several minutes, he moved onto the other nipple and gave it an
equal treatment. The bumps were swelling to hard points.
<Oh,> T'Shaul thought, <this is very pleasurable.> Ethan almost
smiled at the classical Vulcan observation power applied to such
a situation. He stopped licking the other nipple and kissed
T'Shaul softly as he used his fingers to stroke the hardening
nipples. T'Shaul breathed hard into Ethan's mouth but she wasn't
making any other sound. The Bond, however, was full of little
bits of physical pleasure coming from her body. Ethan realized
that T'Shaul was still in the habit of controlling any possible
emotional outbursts. He pinched her nipples suddenly and hard and
she gasped, but her expression didn't change.
"You have to let go, darling," he said, concerned. "You can't
enjoy it unless you let go." He could tell she was hesitating.
<Let go,> his thoughts urged.
Ethan re-applied himself to her nipples, his fingers caressing
her skin, sliding from her shoulders to her rib cage, then around
to her back and down further... T'Shaul gasped again as his
fingernails creased along her soft buttock cheeks and carefully
kneaded the flesh. After several minutes he stopped and raised
his mouth up to her lips and kissed her gently as his hands
cupped her breasts. She was responsive, but so restrained and
careful! He decided that to arouse her properly he would have to
be more forceful, so his tongue pushed at T'Shaul's lips and
pried them apart easily to enter her mouth. She made a strange
little sound at this intrusion and tried to push his tongue back
out with her own, but he kept sliding it around her own.
<What are you doing?> she demanded in perplexed thoughts.
<Stop resisting,> he replied, <just relax...>
Unfortunately, it became all too apparent soon that T'Shaul could
not relax. Her arousal was slow and she was too confused over the
human sexual practices to respond naturally.
"Augh!" Ethan finally exclaimed, flopping on his side. T'Shaul
looked at him with an apologetic expression in her eyes. They
both knew what the problem was now. A Vulcan marriage was
normally consummated in the blazing heat of a vulcan male's Ponn-
Faar and while, as a human, Ethan didn't have the emotional
restraint and control of a Vulcan, a Vulcan's unleashed emotions
are more powerful than a human's.
<I am sorry, my love,> T'Shaul thought gently. She clasped his
hand with her own. Ethan knew that it was not an unwillingness,
but an inability.
<Who needs to be sorry?> he thought. <If I could live it with
you, I'd spend my life as a hopeless cripple.>
<NO!> T'Shaul was shocked at such a thought, shocked and afraid
of such a thing ever happening to him. He quickly eased her fear
with promises to never consider such a thing again.
The couple pulled closer and entwined their minds, merging
themselves with their minds instead of bodies. Physical desires
ignored, but not forgotten, they slept.
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