Contempt of Council

Part 3 - Reunited

Later, he and Amanda went to look for Uhura. Since she had requested and received asylum from the Vulcan government, she had lived with Sarek and Amanda. That had been three days ago.

Amanda led Sarek out to their garden. "She's usually out here at this time. This will certainly put a s on on her face," Amanda said.

They found Uhura reading under one oe fee few shade trees. Amanda softly cleared her throat to get her attention. "We received a message from Admiral Kirk."

Uhura looked up from her book and searched both of their faces. "Have you received word? Were they successful?"

Amanda said, "Even more than we had dared to dream." She looked to Sarek and he nodded slightly. Amanda turned back Uhura and said, "He has Spock and is bringing him back to us. His torpedo tube softlanded on Genesis, and the wave regenerated him. Oh, Nyota, he's alive!" Amanda's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "They're bringing him home and he's alive!"

Uhura stood up abruptly, the book on her lap falling to thndy ndy ground. "I can't believe it!" she whooped. She flung her arms around Amanda and hugged her hard. "That's wonderful news! When will they be here? When can we see him? Oh, I have a million questions!"

Sarek stepped forward. "We do not have the answers to those questions, Commander, however, we are to proceed to Gol. That is where the ship will be landing. Do you wish to accompany us?" Sarek knew what the answer would be.

Uhura composed herself and said, "You have to ask, Ambassador? Of course I'm coming. Perhaps I can use my communications expertise to guide the ship in."

"I'm sure there are no communications experts at Gol that possess your familiarity with spaceships. Your skills would undoubtedly be appreciated.

After they had calmed themselves, all three went to Gol to await the arrival of the stolen Bird of Prey. Uhura was shown the comm unit she could use by a silent adept who glided before her. Sarek and Amanda were shown to their rooms to wait. Sarek touched his fingers to Amanda's and sensed her deep joy, but also her impatience. Normally patient, he knew she hated waiting. This, coupled with the uncertainty of Spock's condition could be particularly difficult for her. He gathered her into his arms and hugged her to his chest. He lowered his head and kissed her softly. She encircled his waist with her arms and returned his kiss, deepening it with desire. She cupped his ass with both hands and snaked one hand between them to cup his hardening cock.

Sarek broke off the kiss and looked at her. "I do not believe we have the time for that, Amanda. The ship is due within the next hour."

"Perhaps you're right. But then again, maybe you're wrong." She looked over to the firm bed in the room, and then back at Sarek. "Sometimes, you can be very...efficient...in your lovemaking, beloved. Now would be a good time to show me how efficient you really can be." Her eyes glinted with mischief in the subdued lighting of the room. He felt her need to, again, couple with him. He also sensed she was feeling a variety of overpowering emotions ranging from euphoria to fear. Somewhere deep within him, he felt satisfaction that his touch could help her cope with these emotions. It was, if he chose to admit it to himself, not a feeling he was unfamiliar with.

Sarek bowed his head fractionally, and then picked her up and headed for the bed. He lowered her on it and removed just enough of her clothing to expose her. Amanda sat up and removed Sarek's robe, letting it fall onto the bed. Seeing him, her juices started to flow, dampening her opening.

"Show me your efficiency, Sarek. Show me now," she purred as she lay back down, spreading her legs.

He lowered himself on top of her, resting his weight on his elbows. His stiff cockhead nudged at her slick opening, then with a smooth movement, he embedded himself in her warmth. He continued to thrust into her deeply as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. He moaned at the sensations that flowed between them. The reassurance that whatever would transpire in these next hours, whatever they had to face, they would face together. All was right between them. She could feel him sliding in and out of her as he could feel Amanda being filled by his jade-hard cock. The bond created a loopback of sensations, pushing them both over the edge at the same time. Their climaxes were explosive, shorting out their senses. Sarek lay on top of his wife, feeling her last contractions around his organ, then he slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his side.

Amanda cuddled against his side, gently stroking his chest nippnipples. "My husband, I know that whatever happens today, I will never again leave you. Not like I have in thlastlast weeks."

Sarek could feel her incredible joy, but he also felt a shiver of fear as it ran silently through her mind across the bond. "What scares you so, my wife?" he inquired.

"I know the fal-tor-pan is very ancient, but will it work? Will Spock be whole again? Will he remember us? I have so many quons,ons, Sarek, and no one has the answers."

Sarek took her hand and kissed the back of it. "I do not know either, Amanda. But will it really matter? I will be content to have Spock any way I can. Together we can cope with anything, correct?"

"Yes, Sarek. You're right. Together we can cope with anything." She thought for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly. "Sarek, is there a place I can wait for you, the two of you? If this is not successful, I do not want James to see my disappointment. He has given up so much to bring him back."

Sarek looked at this woman, this very human woman, lying beside him. Her words made him realize that so many have given up so much in this quest. This woman, even through her concern for the life of her son, felt compassion for Kirk. "Yes, that can be arranged. And, for the both of us, I will express our gratitude to Kirk for all he has done."

They got up from the bed and washed themselves as best as they could with the bowl and pitcher of water they had in their room. As they were dressing, they heard a soft scrapping sound at the door. Sarek went to the door and opened it. An acolyte stood there in a white, sheer robe, her long hair falling straight down her back to her waist. She said, "The ship is arriving shortly. Commander Uhura requests your presence, Ambassador."

"I will be right there."

"I will escort T'sai Amanda to the observation area, if that is acceptable?"

"Certainly."

Amanda followed the acolyte out of the room, glancing back at Sarek with love and a touch of anxiety. "I'll see you after the ceremony," she said. They touched fingertips and she was gone.

Sarek went to the communications room and noticed two acolytes were following him. He ignored them as he met Uhura.

"They are requesting permission to land, sir," Uhura said.

"Permission granted. Tell them...tell Kirk...we'll be ready." Sarek stared out across the desert, willing the ship to appear. Finally, he saw a small speck on the horizon. It grew larger until finally he could see the Klingon Bird-of-Prey streaking toward him. The sand and dust kicked up, obscuring his view until the ship landed. As he watched, the hatch lowered, and he saw Kirk and his brave crew exiting the vessel carrying a stretcher. Sarek hadn't noticed when Uhura left his side, but he saw her greet her friends and move to help carry the stretcher. Sarek left and starting climbing the steps to the place where T'Lar waited.

When Sarek saw his son being carried past him, he noticed that Spock seemed the same age as when he last saw him. He also noticed how pale and slack his face was and he could only hope that the fal-tor-pan would work. But Spock was alive. That was what mattered now. He could be re-taught if necessary and Sarek would be pleased to do the teaching. He would not make the same mistakes he made when Spock was a child. He would be more patient; less demanding. He would be gentle with his son. He would not quash his humanity. He just wanted a chance.

Spock was now placed on the stone pallet and brought to T'Lar, who examined his mind. She raised an eyebrow at the fact that Spock was alive l. l. "Sarek, child of Skonn, child of Solkar, the body of your son breathes still. What is your wish?"

Sarek summoned his courage in the face of this High Master. "I ask for fal-tor-pan, the Refusion."

"What you seek has not been done since ages past, and then only in legend. Your request is not logical."

Her accusation stung him like a slap. He tried to explain to her. "My logic is...uncertain...where my son is concerned." He looked deeply into her eyes, hoping she would at least try the procedure. If she wasn't willing to try, then all was lost. They would have to retrain Spock without the benefit of his memories, and that would take many years, if it could be done at all.

Finally, she looked into the crowd of people. "Who is the keeper of the Katra?"

Dr. McCoy stepped forward. "I am. McCoy, son of David." His voice was strong, even though he looked exhausted.

Sarek stood very still as T'Lar explained what he had requested to McCoy. When the doctor accepted the danger of the ceremony, he almost sagged with relief, and admiration. Here stood another brave man willing to give his life for his son. Sarek finally realized that Spock must be very exceptional to command this type of loyalty from his companions. He motioned for McCoy to step up to the altar, then started to meditate...and wait.

Amanda was standing on the observation balcony. She, too, saw Spock being carried into the amphitheater and noticed that he was pale. She sent a prayer to her deity to protect her son and his friends during the long process to come. She, too, settled in to meditate and wait. She momentarily beleaguered her choice to be separated from Sarek during the ceremony, but then realized her decision was a correct one. She could not give him comfort while he waited. They both had to hold on to their inner strength to get them through this.

Interminable hours passed before T'Lar stirred and declared the ceremony over. Sarek went up to T'Lar and thanked her. Fatigued, she sat on her chair and was carried out by four strong Vulcans. Sarek looked over at Spock who was standing, being fussed over by several adepts. Then he went to escort McCoy down the steps only to be stopped by Kirk.

After Kirk was certain McCoy was fine, he asked Sarek, "What about Spock?"

Sarek wanted the answer to that question as well. "Only time will answer," Sarek said. "Kirk, I thank you. What you have done-"

"What I have done, I had to do," Kirk interrupted, his irritation at Vulcan non-answers grating on him.

Sarek's gaze softened. "But at what cost. Your son, your ship..."

"If I hadn't of tried, the cost would have been my soul," he answered. He looked at Sarek, then, as if he could not meet the eyes that reminded him of his friend any longer, distracted himself by looking at Spock being fussed over.

Sarek, realizing Kirk's pain, stepped past him and followed the acolytes out of the arena.

Spock followed closely behind him. Sarek could sense his presence, tenuous though it was. When Spock stopped on the stairs, Sarek became concerned. He turned to see Spock approach Kirk and his shipmates. His concern turned to relief when he heard Spock say Kirk's name. He had regained his katra after all! He shared his relief with Amanda and looked up to see her on the balcony. Spock is back! Now the retraining can begin.


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"I have come to speak on behalf of the accused."

"Personal bias! His son was saved by Kirk."

After the Klingon Ambassador left, Sarek took his seat in the council chamber. The president looked at him, and his gaze hardened. "Ambassador Sarek, you will tell us the whereabouts of Admiral Kirk and his crew," he said sternly.

"I regret that I can not do that, Mr. President. My government's instructions are quite clear on this subject. They are held in high esteem on my planet and I will not jeopardize them by having armed Star Fleet personnel remove them."

"Sarek," the President said, his voice deepening as he leaned forward. "Please. Tell us where they are and we will have them removed without any further consequences. As it stands now, you and your government are harbouring fugitives. Do you understand the ramifications of this? Sanctions can be placed against Vulcan. You can be held in contempt and charged with conspiracy against the Federation. We could be speaking of a trial and imprisonment for harboring these fugitives."

"Mr. President, I clearly understand what you are saying but I am not of the opinion that these individuals are criminals. I will not tell you where they are. I am following Vulcan law on this." The steel in his voice rang through the Council chamber.

"Ambassador, these six fugitives stole a ship, vandalized another vessel and entered restricted space. This, after Admiral Kirk disobeyed a direct order!"

"You made those steps necessary by disregarding Vulcan laws. Had this Council not been so human-centric, this would not be an issue. I asked Kirk to bring a telepathic being back to his home planet for a post-mortem procedure that is vital to the Vulcan people. As you are aware, Starfleet has a history of disregarding our needs or the needs of any other telepathic race. You chose to ignore my official request, which left me no other alternative. Admiral Kirk acceded to my request that my son be returned to Vulcan. The fact that you also ignored his request is not my concern. Nor should it be Admiral Kirk's. He is safe now and will remain so."

The president conferred with the other members on the front podium. Then he turned to Sarek and said with deadly calm, "Until you tell us exactly where Kirk and his people are, you will be charged with contempt of Council and held in the custody of Starfleet Headquarters until you relinquish the requested information to us. Guards!"

Before Sarek could respond, four burley guards had him surrounded, hand phasers pointed at him. He looked at the Federation president through steely eyes. "As you wish, Mr. President. I do request that I be allowed to contact my Embassy according to Federation law." Sarek looked at the president with an icy stare. He would not divulge the whereabouts of Kirk and his crew, no matter what the Federation did to him. To do that, would dishonour himself, his family, and his government.

"You may do so once you have been processed. Take him away."

The senior guard motioned to him to leave the chambers. He did so with all the dignity he could muster. 'I will not tell them. Kirk saved my son and I will save him,' he thought.

They led him across the compound toward the Headquarters building. Once inside, they took him to a small room and told him to sit. He looked around and noticed that all the booking rooms tended to look alike. It held a desk and two chairs, a comm unit, and a terminal. The walls were lined with memos and there was a retinal scanner in the corner.

Another security officer entered the room. Sarek nodded to the officer, and remained standing. The officer sat and accessed the terminal in front of him, indicating the empty chair to Sarek. Sarek sat stiffly in the chair opposite him. "Name."

"Ambassador Sarek cha'Skonn cha'Solkar"

The booking procedure took less than 5 minutes. He asked for and received permission to contact the Vulcan Embassy. He gave Soran instructions and told him to inform Amanda of what had happened. He told him to tell her under no circumstances was she to tell anyone Kirk's whereabouts. And he said that if any Star Fleet personnel came onto their property, she was to contact T'Pau immediately.

He was led to secured quarters on the second floor of the building. The accommodations were sufficient, however he noticed the terminal had been removed to prevent him from speaking with anyone other than those he was given permission to contact. He heard the sound of a portable forcefield being placed at the entrance, and his acute Vulcan hearing detected the distinctive hum when it was activated.

Sarek knew that if he was convicted and sentenced to the charge of conspiracy, he would certainly be sent to a correctional institution where he would be unable to see Amanda again. Conspiracy still carried a life sentence, a fact of which he was well aware. He could cope with the institutional setting; a Vulcan is trained to cope with any situation, but the knowledge that he may never again lay with his wife and feel her against him would be a sentence he would rather avoid. She was nearly lost to him when Spock was believed dead, the thought of having to give her up, again, was too painful to consider. But, if the alternative meant giving Kirk back to the Federation for prosecution, then he would have to cope with the consequences. He could never betray either Kirk or his brave crew. Not after what they had done. Not for any reason. Perhaps the Klingon Ambassador had been correct about one detail. Perhaps he did have a person bias. Was there ever a man with more right? Without Kirk's heroic actions, his son would have died on a ravaged planet, or the Klingons would have killed him horribly.

Sarek methodically paced around the perimeter of the room, trying to find the inner peace he needed to meditate. To the casual observer, the turmoil that stirred beneath the calm façade would not have been evident. However, just beneath the surface boiled layers of anger. Anger toward the Klingon government for their interference in this matter. And, anger toward the Federation for their casual dismissal of the needs of a Vulcan. How many times had they ignored the needs of his son? How many times had he? Now he was being held in confinement because there was a handful that cared. Slowly, he fought down the emotions that threatened to undo him. Now was not the time for blatant emotionalism. Calm and logic was what he needed to see this through. With a deep breath, he was ready. He knelt on the mat.

Every day, exactly at 10 am, he was led to the Council Chambers where he was ordered to turn over Kirk and his crew. Every day, he refused. Every day he was then led back to his room, just in time for the mid-day meal. This went on for five days.

On the sixth day, it became increasingly cold, and the rain pelting against the window never stopped. He could hear a strange noise, like a wailing sound, but more musical than that. He was at a loss to understand what was happening and why the forcefield that kept him confined had been deactivated. Although he had no chronometer in this room, he knew it was much earlier than when he was usually summoned to the Council chambers. Instead of the usual compliment of sentinels that accompanied him, there was a single security guard requesting his presence. He left the room with the man, and instead of leading him outside and across the compound, he was taken to another turbolift, which whisked him up several floors. The guard stayed in the lift when it arrived at its destination.

Sarek's senses were assaulted by the controlled chaos he stepped into when he entered what appeared to be a communications room. He was met by the Federation President and quickly filled in on the difficulties associated with the probe.

"Ambassador Sarek. It appears you are trapped here with the rest of us." The president walked with Sarek to the window. "There seems to be no way to answer the probe."

Sarek turned his back to the window and faced the President. "It is difficult to answer when one does not understand the question."

The President looked thoughtfully at Sarek. The integrity of the man standing before him struck a chord. Maybe a lack of understanding had been this regime's downfall in many instances. Could it be that he, and the other council members, had misjudged this man and all that he stood for? And what of Kirk and his crew? Had they missed the opportunity to understand what drove him to these actions?

Sarek paused, evaluating the best way to say what he knew had to be said. "Mr. President, perhaps we should send out a planetary distress signal...while we still have time." He could see in the other man's face that he was thinkthe the same thought.

The President nodded and turned to do just that, but then turned back to Sarek and said, "In light of recent events, and the devastation this probe is causing, charges against you are dismissed. It seems, Ambassador, that even if we still desired to do so, there may be no one left to carry out such a prosecution."

"Thank you, Mr. President," Sarek replied. Then he turned to look out of the window as the defeated Federation President walked across the room.

Sarek was very cold. The wind was whipping the rain against the window of the communications room. He moved toward the centre of the room where Admiral Cartwright and others were standing, hoping it would be warmer. He heard Kirk's plan and silently sent a message of hope to Amanda across the bond. He looked out of the window, mesmerized by the pelting rain. The window exploded under the pressure of the wind and Sarek shielded his face against the debris. He was almost certain that he had seen some movement. Then he heard the roar of a ship's engine, it was a ship, not the storm, but it took a moment to recognize the vessel. It was a Klingon Bird of Prey.

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The next afternoon, in the brightly-lit council chambers, Sarek saw Spock walk towards him accompanied by a human female. Spoaiseaised his hand in the ta'al. "Greetings, Father. May I present Dr. Gillian Taylor? She was instrumental in the success of our mission. Dr. Taylor, this is Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan."

"Greetings, Dr. Taylor, Spock." Sarek inclined his head slightly to both of them.

Gillian shot her hand out to shake Sarek's. "Pleased to meet you, Ambassador."

Spock looked uncomfortable and started to speak to her, when Sarek took her hand in his and shook it firmly. "It would please me to have you sit with our delegation during the proceedings. Would that be acceptable to you?" There was something about this blond-haired female that reminded him of his wife in her youth. His heart accelerated at the thought of returning to his mate. He would see her again, and soon. This was a reality that had been in doubt just a day before.

"Ambassador, I would be honored."

Sarek turned to Spock. "Will you join us as well, Spock?"

"I regret that I cannot. I must leave now. I am standing with my shipmates."

"Surely you are not charged, are you?" Sarek's eyes searched his son's face.

"No, it is my choice." Spock looked at his father, his features serene but there was a hint of something that Spock had rarely seen in his father's eyes. Sarek was inwardly proud of his son and his demeanor during this crisis, and now, his pride swelled at the loyalty demonstrated by Spock.

"As you wish. Dr. Taylor, will you please come this way." Sarek turned to go to his seat.

After the meeting, Sarek made arrangements to return to Vulcan, but he wanted to take his leave of Spock first. They talked under the watchful eye of Kirk, who was leaning against the desks of the first row of seats. Sarek made sure he steered Spock far enough away so Kirk could not hear what was being said.

"I am returning to Vulcan within the hour. I would like to take my leave of you," Sarek said.

"It was most kind of you to make this effort," Spock repli
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"It was no effort. You are my son. Besides, I am most impressed with your performance in this crisis."

"Most kind," Spock said softly.

Sarek looked at his son, and hesitated before speaking again. "As I recall, I opposed your enlistment in Star Fleet. It is possible that my judgment was incorrect." Spock's eyebrow rose at this admission. Sarek continued, "Your associates are people of good character."

"They are my friends," Spock said simply.

"Yes, of course." Sarek was surprised to hear Spock use the term 'friends', but his features never registered his surprise. Thinking of Amanda, he said, "Do you have a message for your mother?"

"Yes. Tell her, I feel fine." Sarek's eyebrow rose to his hairline at Spock's cryptic answer, his eyes softening. 'It seems Spock has a sense of humour after all,' he mused.

Spock raised his hand in the ta'al. "Live long and prosper, Father."

Sarek raised his hand and split his fingers in response. "Live long and prosper, my
son." With that, he turned and strode out of the council chambers to return to his wife. It had been a long time.

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On board the transport, he accessed a commlink and contacted Amanda, telling her when he was arriving.

Her face beamed at him from the commscreen. "Oh, I'm so glad you're coming home, Sarek. You look tired. Did you not sleep well in confinement, my husband?" Her eyes twinkled as she teased him.

"On the contrary, Amanda. I found it most relaxing," Sarek teased back. "However, I have been quite busy since my release. I anticipate reaching Vulcan in two point six days. I would be arriving home in time for end-meal."

Amanda smiled over the link and said, "Do you want me to pick you up at the spaceport?"

"No, beloved. I plan to transport home. I will see you then, Amanda. Peace and long life." Sarek closed the link and settled in to his cabin.

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Amanda was sitting in the oak rocking chair, reading, when she heard the familiar whine of the transporter by the front door. She looked up to see Sarek and his luggage materialize. She got up and approached her husband, her palms up and crossed at the wrist in the Vulcan embrace. Sarek stepped from the transporter pad and returned the gesture. Amanda then hugged him hard. "It's good to have you back. I missed you," she said, burying her face into his chest.

"It is good to be back, my wife."

Amanda straightened up and looked at her mate. Her hand caressed his cheek as she memorized the lines and angles of his face. She noticed that his hair had grayed considerably since Spock's death, but it only made him more handsome in her eyes. "I made your favourite dishes for end-meal, Sarek. Why don't you take your luggage into the bedroom and get changed before we eat?"

"I would appreciate that." Sarek looked over to the dining room table and saw it had been set with the lace tablecloth and the fine china and crystal. "What is the occasion, my wife?"

"Why, your release from confinement, of course." Her eyes sparkled in amusement.

"I see. Then I shall wear thinthing that would be appropriate in such a fine setti" W" With that, he picked up his bags and headed for their bedroom.

Amanda returned to the kitchen to make sure the dinner was perfect. As she was putting the food on the table, Sarek emerged from the bedroom dressed in one of his favourite meditation robes. "Are you going to meditate now, Sarek?" she asked.

"No, but I find this robe to be most comfortable. Do you wish me to change, Amanda?" he asked.

"No, of course not. Come, sit down and tell me all about what happened."

Sarek filled her in on his captivity, the charges being dropped against Kirk and his crew, and finished with his pride at Spock's behaviour. "You would think the fal-tor-pan had never happened. It is as if he had never died, Amanda. You would have been most pleased with him." Sarek's eyes glowed when he mentioned his son's name. "Spock asked me to tell you that he feels fine. I am not certain what he meant by that but..."

Amanda's laughter filled the room. It had been a long time. She filled Sarek in on her conversation with Spock during his retraining. She was also so happy they were finally getting along after the 18-year silence between them. They still were not friends, but at least they were comfortable with each other.

They ate their meal and discussed many things for several more hours. Once they had cleared the table, Sarek suggested they go outside into the garden. Outside in the relative cool of the evening, Amanda came to him and wrapped her arm around his waist as they walked together. Sarek put his arm around her shoulders, then he turned her to face him, bent his head and kissed her softly on the lips. His tongue traced the outline of her mouth before capturing it and claiming it as his own. Her arms tightened around his waist as she returned his kiss.

"Perhaps we should go to the bedroom, my wife," Sarek murmured.

"Yes," she whispered back.

They walked back into the house, arm in arm. Once in the bedroom, Amanda closed the door and lit a candle. She then turned off the lights and opened the curtains so they had a view of the desert.

Sarek gathered her into his strong arms and kissed her passionately. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, gliding her hands over his chest and sides. Sarek massaged her ass through the thin fabric of her dress and pulled her close to him. She could feel his arousal pressing against her belly. She pulled away from him and undid the clasp of his robe, parting the fabric to get a good view of him. He was naked underneath and his erect cock stood proudly away from its nest of black curls, the head peeking out from the folds in his robe, glistening with pre-ejaculate. She rubbed the drop with her thumb, spreading it over the spongy head of his cock, cau Sar Sarek to inhale sharply. With her other hand, she hefted his heavy sac and rolled its contents between her fingers.

Amanda let him go and slid the fabric of his robe off his shoulders, causing it to fall and pool around his feet. She looked at him, noticing that his belly was still flat and his chest still muscular after all these years. 'Mind you, he's only 117 years old; still young for a Vulcan,' she thought to herself.

Sarek's cock twitched under Amanda's scrutiny and he wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her close. "Surely you know what I look like by now, my wife."

"Yes, but I can never get enough of you as you well know," she teased. She reached up and pulled his head down to her again and kissed him deeply. Her hands caressed his chest and sides, then moved to his spine and lower to the hard, round, mounds and kneaded them gently. She could feel his hardness bumping her belly, causing a wet stain on her dress. "Perhaps I should remove my dress, Sarek, before you soak it."

"Let me assist you," he offered. He undid the clasps and pulled it up over her head. Then he carded his fingers through her hair, pug oug out the clasp that held it in place. As he was doing this, Amanda grabbed the base of his cock and started stroking the length of it slowly. Sarek thrust into her cool hand as he finally released her hair. Amanda shook her hair loose, allowing it to fall to her mid-back. He pulled from her grasp to put the hair clasp on the bedside table. When he returned to her, she stroked him again, this time with both hands.

As he carded his fingers through her thick hair, his gaze raked over Amanda who was bathed in candlelight. A soft smile played at the corners of his lips. Despite her protestations to the contrary, his wife had grown even more lovely over the years, her silver hair accentuating her beauty. Her breasts were still firm and her figure had not changed much over the years. He returned to her, his large hands cupping her breasts. Sarek rubbed his thumbs over her hard nipples, causing her to moan softly, arching her back to give him better access. He lowered his mouth and flicked a hard nub with his hot tongue. Then he picked her up and lowered her onto the bed, all the while sucking on her breast. He lay down beside her and rolled her other nipple with his fingers.

Amanda reached for his cock and pulled on it firmly. "I want you inside me," she gasped. She spread her legs to give him access.

"No, not yet. I'm not ready yet," he said. He looked down to see his wife splayed wide and cupped her sex, returning his mouth to her breast. He flicked the clit with his thumb, causing her to buck her hips. Then he rolled his fingers in her juices, inserting two of them into her slickness. She pushed against them, forcing them deeper. He pumped his fingers in and out of her quickly.

Amanda moaned in frustration and said, "I want more than your fingers inside me. Please, Sarek, I want you!"

Sarek moved between her legs and centered the head of his cock at her wet sex. He rubbed her clit with his ridges and then slid inside her. She moaned in pleasure and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper. He thrust deeply and slowly, over and over.

Amanda spread her legs, reveling in the sensations she was feeling, both physically and through bondbond. His cock filled her and his ridges sced aed against the walls of her vagina increased her arousal. Sarek's strokes were agonizingly slow, but she could feel his balls slap against her each time he thrust. She didn't know if she wanted him to go faster, or to have this agony and ecstasy last forever.

Sarek removed his mouth from his wife's breast and looked down, watching himself disappear into Sh She opened her thighs even further, and the sight of his wife so wantonly displayed spurred him. He brought a finger to the blood engorged, pink clitoris and felt its heat as he massaged it. His thrusts became faster and faster, until the sound of slapping flesh filled the room. He could feel his balls contract, readying themselves to release their precious cargo. Finally, he tensed, threw back his head and shot his seed deeply into his wife, filling her. He could feel her muscles contract around his cock as she came. He continued to thrust feeling her muscles milking him of his seed. He collapsed on her, his cock softening inside its wet cocoon. After he caught his breath, he withdrew from her and lay beside her, absently stroking her belly.

"That was beautiful, Sarek. Welcome home, beloved," Amanda murmured. "I hope the next time you go to Earth, you will be able to avoid the contempt of the Council. Sleeping with a jailbird is something that I only want to do once," she teased.

"It is good to be home, my wife," he said, still stroking her belly and chest. Sarek pulled her close and whispered, "However, I can not make promises that I may be unable to keep."

After a few minutes, they pulled up the covers. Sarek wrapped his arms around Amanda as she cuddled against his side. His last though was that of contentment; that his family was whole again. Spock was alive!

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