Date: Wed, 23 May 2001 23:04:59 -0000
From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: T'hy'la (1/2)

Title: T'hy'la

Author: Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Series: TOS

Pairing: Demora Sulu / Saavik

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Set prior to the movie "Generations",
Ensign Demora Sulu realizes one more of her dreams.

Disclaimer: The following is a work of erotic
fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It
includes characters that are copyrighted by
Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the
non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be
considered a parody . No copyright infringement
is intended and no profit will be made from the
distribution of this story.

Note: Written for the Femme Fuh-Q Fest -
http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/


Part One

	"Rihannsu Warbird decloaking at 118
mark 12,"  the excited voice of Lieutenant Jenkins
called out from the Science Station.  "They're
powering up their disrupters!"
	"That makes six,"  Mark Adams at
Navigation took note, "We're surrounded!"
	Demora Sulu, manning the helm of the
Enterprise,  took a brief second to glance up from
the tactical display in front of her and shot a look
of incredulity at the officer sitting to her right.  In
the days her father had sat in the same position
she now held, most of that time had been spent
with her "Uncle" Pavel at his side.  She had the
misfortune to be saddled with this idiot.
	"Like we weren't pretty much surrounded
when the third Warbird had come out of hiding,"
she thought scornfully, "or the two Birds of Prey
before that."
	"Chief Engineer reports damage to the
main energizer,"  said Pierce at Communications,
"another hit like the last one and we're going to
lose the warp core containment fields."
	"Then we either jettison the warp core or
we go up like a nova,"  Anthony Yeager
completed Pierce's thought from the Captain's
chair.  "Not much of a choice,"  he added, seeing
that they weren't going to last sixty seconds
against that force out there without warp power.
Even with it, the odds of them lasting much longer
than that were growing greater by the moment.
	The Enterprise had been patrolling the
edge of the treaty zone and responded to a
distress call from within.  Too late they discovered
that it was an ambush.
	"The Romulans are making another run,"
Adams reported using the old human term for
their adversaries, a strong sense of fear in his
voice.
	"Sulu ..."  Yeager called out, a
supplication mixed with prayer.
	The second-generation helmsman's face
held a serious grin as her hands danced across her
controls with an artistic flair.  The awesome
power of the dying starship replied to her
command, sending triple spreads of photon
torpedoes across the darkness, interlaced with
deadly streams of phasers.
	The structure of the ship groaned in
protest as it spun into a series of near impossible
maneuvers in response to her bidding.  With all
the speed the engine room could deliver, the
Enterprise pressed forward into the empty gap
that her weapons had just blasted open.  If the
luck of her heritage held, they might still have a
chance.
	But there are times when even luck isn't
enough as the closest Warbird and Bird of Prey
exploded into fiery hulks, only to have two other
Warbirds avenge their deaths as multiple salvo's
ripped through the Enterprise's shields.
	With the bridge exploding around her,
Demora held her position, trying to coax just one
more shot out of the phasers, hoping to will one
last photon out of the torpedo tubes.  A final
effort that proved futile as screens and consoles
went dark all over the bridge as the Enterprise
died.

	"Well, that wasn't much fun,"  Mark
Adams said, as he broke the loud silence that had
descended on the dimly lit bridge.
	Demora desperately wanted to hit her
classmate, preferably with something heavy
enough to piece his thick skull.  Her fantasy was
interrupted, however, as the even larger fantasy
around her ended.  The lights of the fictitious
starship grew to their normal intensity and a
section of the wall gave way, allowing the senior
officer who was observing the exercise to step
onto the bridge.
	As uncomfortable as losing the battle had
been, Demora had the impression that the
debriefing and critique that followed was going to
be more so.  It was going to be a very long
afternoon.

	"You could've at least warned me,"
Demora said to the tall Lieutenant walking along
the shoreline with her.  "Then I might've been
better prepared."
	"It is not a test of preparedness, rather one
of character,"  her companion, a tall dark haired
woman dressed in a Lieutenant's uniform, replied.
"As such, one must enter it without any advance
knowledge of the scenario."
	"Well at least tell me one thing,"  the
newly commissioned Ensign asked, "did you do
any better?"
	Saavik paused for a moment, her thoughts
drifting from their walk alongside San Francisco
Bay back to her own encounter with the
Kobayashi Maru.  Even now,  she still
remembered making all the right logical decisions,
yet still failing to rescue the trapped fuel carrier or
to save her ship.
	Standing amid the wreckage of her test
command, she had protested to then  Admiral
Kirk that it had been an unfair test.  After all, she
had reasoned, there had been no way to win.  He
had responded that a no-win scenario was a
possibility that every Commander might face and
asked if that had ever occurred to her?
	When, in her youthful arrogance, she had
said that it certainly had not.  The veteran Starship
Commander had simply smiled that famous grin of
his and said that now she had something new to
think about.  And think about it she had, about
that and so many other things in her life.
	As a young child, she had spent the first
third of her life on Thieurrull, a failed Rihannsu
colony.  The daughter of unknown parents,
Vulcan and Rihannsu, she had been abandoned
along with the rest of the half-breed children to
survive on their own or die.
	Salvation had come in the form of a team
of Vulcans sent to explore the world they knew as
T'Vorus.  The leader of that expedition, a Starfleet
officer named Spock, saw something worth saving
in the street urchin who introduced herself with an
armed attack on his person.
	She had spent the second third of her life
as the adopted daughter of Ambassador Sarek of
Vulcan and T'Sai Amanda, Commander Spock's
natural parents.  Devoting herself to the discipline
of d'Vel'nahr, Vulcan by choice, she became as
the saying went, more Vulcan than Vulcans.
Following the example of her savior now turned
mentor, she had followed the path that led to
Starfleet Academy.
	In the most recent third of her life, the
daughter of two worlds had finally come to terms
with her dual heritage.  No longer ashamed of the
circumstances of her birth, she celebrated what
was the best of each.

	"Earth to Saavik,"  Demora laughed as she
waived her hand to get her friend's attention,
"come in Saavik."
	Snapping out of the brief journey through
her memories, Saavik recalled the question that
prompted that trip.
	"No, I didn't do any better," she said. the
faintest of smiles forming at the corner of her
mouth.
	"Well, if no one ever wins,"  Demora
replied, her own smile much more evident.  "I
don't feel as bad."
	Saavik was about to correct her error, then
thought better of it.  Knowing that one Cadet had
actually beaten the no-win scenario would
immediately send her back to the simulators to try
and duplicate his performance.  Instead she moved
the conversation in a more pleasant direction.
	"Now that you have taken the Kobayashi
Maru scenario, you are officially done with the
Academy, are you not?"  she said.
	"That's right,"  Demora exclaimed, her
broad grin growing even brighter as she realized
what that might mean for the two of them.
	After an extended absence from Starfleet,
Saavik had returned to the Academy as an
instructor earlier in the year.  A former shipmate
of her Father's, Saavik had made it a point to
meet Demora and offer her best wishes.  They
found themselves spending more and more time
together and soon became friends.  To at least one
of them, it was a  friendship that was more than
just friendship.
	Still, technically, Saavik was one of
Demora's teachers and Demora felt that as long as
that continued, there had to be some limits to their
relationship.  Now that Demora's commission was
official, those barriers no longer existed.  A fact
that had been forgotten by the young Asian
woman in all of her concern over the final training
simulation.
	"We have to celebrate," the shorter
woman continued.
	"I had assumed that you would be
attending the Cadet Party tonight to celebrate with
your classmates,"  Saavik replied.  "You have
much to be proud of."
	"I'd rather celebrate with you," Demora
replied.
	"I think you would be better served if you
went to the party,"  Saavik said.  "It would not be
proper to ignore your classmates."
	When Demora considered the idea for a
few moments, she realized that Saavik was right.
Years from now, when she encountered her
friends, she didn't want to be remembered as the
one who was too stuck up to show up for the
traditional graduation bash.

	It had been a long path to the Academy for
Demora as well.  Like Saavik, her own childhood
was far from ordinary.  The daughter of Susan
Ling, she didn't learn until the death of her mother
that she was also the daughter of Hikaru Sulu, a
rising star in Starfleet.  The appearance of a
seven-year-old child came as a surprise to the
helmsman of the Enterprise as well, seeing as he
had only known Susan for a brief time years
before.
	Still Demora, named after the city where
Hikaru and Susan had been lovers, was loved no
less by her father than she had been by her mother.
Turning down his  chance to be First Officer of
the Bozeman, he had instead requested an Earth
bound assignment for a few years in order to be a
proper parent to his child.
	A task of love in which he was assisted by
Pavel Chekov, a friend who became Demora's
godfather in fact if not in name, and Janice Rand,
another old friend who provided a woman's
influence when needed.  By the time the elder
Sulu did return to space, this time as the Captain
of the Excelsior, his daughter had grown into a
young woman and begun her own path to the
stars.

	A few hours later, the graduation party
was in full swing.  The Starfleet Class of 2293
were now officially members of the Fleet.  Only
one out of every ten who started at the Academy
made it all the way through, so the young men and
women that filled the banquet hall did indeed have
reason to celebrate.
	"Demora,"  the tall redhead called out
across the crowded floor, trying to catch the
attention of her roommate.
	Pushing her way through the crowd, she
finally caught up to the black haired Asian woman
she had been searching for.
Throwing her arms around Demora, Kathy
Stanton gave her friend a congratulatory hug.
	"I just saw the ship assignment's on the
Net,"  Kathy said excitedly, "You got the
Enterprise!"
	Demora smiled, the same infectious grin
she had inherited from her father.  She had known
about her assignment for the past few days.
Starfleet Command was very specific that each
Cadet received and acknowledged their orders
before they were posted for public consumption.
	"And you are going to Starbase Nine,"
Demora replied.
	"Well we all can't be lucky enough to be
posted to the newest ship in the Fleet,"  Kathy
replied,  "but I know you got there on your own.
So I'm only a little jealous."
	When she first received her orders to
report aboard the new Enterprise as helmsman,
Demora worried that some of her classmates
would consider it nepotism.  After all, hadn't her
father had held that position for many years on
both previous versions of the  Enterprise under
James T. Kirk?  She was glad that at least her best
friend of these past few years didn't take it as that.
	"When do you ship out?"  Kathy asked.
	"I report aboard next week, but they're
not going to launch her until the end of the
month,"  Demora answered.  "I hear that Starfleet
is going to make a big show of it all."
	"Well Harriman has some pretty big shoes
to fill,"  Kathy commented.  "April, Pike, Kirk,
Spock.  I wouldn't want to be in his place."
	"I'd like to remind you that's my Captain
you're talking about,"  Demora said, already
defending her new superior officer.
	"I just meant that it's hard enough to be
the Captain of a new ship, without the weight of
history on your shoulders as well,"  the redhead
offered in way of apology.  "Especially after
today's announcement."
	A quizzical look appeared on Demora's
face.  It was obvious that she hadn't heard what
Kathy was referring to.
	"They've invited Captain Kirk and a few
other members of his Command Crew to the
launch of the Enterprise B,"  she explained.  "Talk
about adding even more pressure on Harriman."
	Demora spent a few brief moments
thinking about the announcement.  Despite her
father's half lifetime of service under Kirk, she had
actually only met him once when she was a child.
Still, she knew the legends that followed Kirk well
enough through the media as well as countless
letters from her father over the years.  It was a
legend that Harriman would indeed be hard
pressed to live up to.
	"I'm sure Captain Harriman will be up to
the challenge,"  she finally replied.  "I hope,"  she
silently added to herself, remembering her father
once making reference to John Harriman as owing
his advancement more to Starfleet politics than
ability.  Since Hikaru Sulu rarely uttered a
negative opinion about any of his fellow officers,
that casual comment said a lot.
	"Anyway,"  Kathy said, snapping
Demora's attention back to the present.  "A bunch
of us are planning to take a shuttle down to San
Pablo after the party, interested?"
	"Maybe another time,"  Demora said, a
faraway look on her face for a second.  "I've got
plans."
	"Oh no,"  Kathy said with exasperation.
"You're not going down that road again are you?
Haven't you figured it out by now that it's a dead
end?"
	The newly commissioned Ensign just
shrugged her shoulders in response.  They'd had
this conversation more than a few times in the last
few months.
	"Five thousand people at this school and
you have to fall in love with a Vulcan!"  Kathy
said, hard pressed to keep her voice low.  "When
are you going to realize that she's never going to
reciprocate your feelings."
	"I can always hope,"  Demora admitted.
	"Well,"  Kathy said as she glanced at her
chronometer. "I have to meet the others.  If you
wind up needing a shoulder to cry on again, I'm
only a communicator call away."
	Demora watched her friend disappear into
the now dwindling crowd and then caught a
glimpse of her and some classmates heading out
the door.  An hour from now, they'd be
continuing the party down in San Pablo, far from
the watchful eyes of the Academy facility.
	The party here was definitely winding
down as small groups like Kathy's left for other
locales.  Not wanting to be the last to leave, the
daughter of one of Starfleet's finest quietly made
her own way out one of the side doors.

	Despite the lateness of the hour, Demora
knew where the object of her thoughts would be.
It had become Saavik's practice to meditate late at
night on the observation lounge overlooking the
Golden Gate Bridge.  It was normally deserted
this time of night.
	As the double glass doors to the lounge
opened at her approach, Demora
was surprised to find the lounge empty.  She had
been so sure that Saavik would've been there.
Stepping into the large room, she stood for a
moment and looked up into the clear star filled
sky.
	"Kathy might be right after all,"  Demora
considered as automatically looked to the spot she
knew Enterprise now orbited.  "Maybe I am
wasting my time."
	In the four months since she had become
infatuated with her career advisor, the twenty-four
year old had made no attempt to keep that interest
from the older woman.  Older being a relative
term, Demora reminded herself.  By human
measures, her advisor was a decade older, yet by
Vulcan standards was considered barely out of her
formative years.
	Yet despite her interest, the relationship
the two of them shared never varied a millimeter
out of proper bounds.  Oh they'd shared hours in
discussions on topics they both enjoyed, as well as
field trips to points of interest in the area.  Yet in
all that time, Demora had never heard a single
word that might speak of love.

	"Maybe this is her way of letting me down
easy,"  Demora thought as she walked out of the
semi-dark room.  "I never wanted to consider that
I was the only one who wanted to take this to
another level."
	Since she had already moved out of the
Academy Dormitory, Demora headed into the city
to the apartment she shared with her father.  With
him off world these past few years, it had pretty
much become just hers.
	The apartment door slid open in response
to her voice print.  The walk in the night air hadn't
done anything to improve her mood.  She blamed
only herself.  After all, who told her to fall in love
with a Vulcan.  Hadn't her father told her often
enough about the futile torch Christine Chapel had
carried for Mr. Spock for so many years on their
first five-year mission.
	"Computer, lights,"  Demora said as she
suddenly realized that they hadn't automatically
come on when she had first entered.
	The room remained dark, illuminated only
by the outside lights filtering through the large bay
windows.  Reaching for the manual wall control,
the young woman found that inoperable as well.


Part Two

	"It doesn't matter,"  she said silently to
herself, "I'll call building maintenance in the
morning.  All I want to do right now is sleep."
	Having spent over a decade living in an
apartment that never changed, Demora effortlessly
navigated across it in the dark.  Turning the
handle to her bedroom, she was surprised to find
that room at least was well lit.
	It was a light, however, that didn't come
from the overhead panels.  Instead it came from
literally a hundred small, scented candles scattered
across the room.  The room smelled of cinnamon,
her favorite aroma.  It only took her a brief
heartbeat to take it all in.  A span of time she
knew to be just a heartbeat because she was
certain her heart stopped after that.
	"Blessed Mother!"  Demora exclaimed as
she looked to the center of the room and saw the
most wonderful sight she could've ever imagined.
	"I was beginning to wonder if you would
ever come home,"  the tall dark haired woman in
the green, translucent gown said.
	"Saavik!?" Demora said, the name both
statement and question.
	"I would hope that you weren't expecting
someone else,"  the now out of uniform Starfleet
instructor said as she slid off the bed and moved
to Demora.
	"Of course not,"  Demora quickly said, her
eyes taking in the beauty that had so long been
hidden by a Starfleet uniform.
	"That is good,"  Saavik smiled. "I would
be most distressed to think that I had misread your
desire for a closer relationship these past months.
A desire that I have also shared I must confess."
	"Oh, Saavik,"  Demora replied
breathlessly, as she realized that her hopes hadn't
been in vain.  "I do love you."
	"And I love you as well,"  Saavik replied
as she leaned downward and kissed Demora with
all the passion of her dual heritage.

	If ever Demora had believed the fictions
that Vulcans couldn't love or were devoid of
passion, this single kiss dispelled them both.  The
softness of the Vulcan's lips drew her in, coupled
with the even greater softness of her mouth.  She
could feel the heat of Saavik's body pressed
against her own, the greater body temperature of
the alien woman apparent even through her
uniform.
	"I can't believe this is really happening,"
Demora said as they broke both their kiss and
embrace.
	"If it is but a dream,"  Saavik said as she
undid the clasp of Demora's jacket, "perhaps we
should make the most of it while it lasts."

	They kissed again as Saavik helped
Demora first out of her jacket, and then the
sweater beneath it.  The mixed Asian woman had
breasts small enough not to need a bra and had
never seem the need to wear one simply for
decorum's sake.
	Saavik ran her hands across the small orbs,
caressing the dark, erect nipples that capped each.
A quiet sigh escaped Demora's lips. A soft sound
that was replaced with a loud moan as Saavik
replaced her fingers with her mouth.
	"T'hy'la,"  Demora moaned an
endearment in Vulcan.
	"Heis'he,"  Saavik replied in Rihannsu as
she continued to help her new lover out of the rest
of her uniform.
	Standing naked in the bedroom she had
occupied since she was a small girl, Demora took
an almost childish delight in unwrapping Saavik's
gown.  Her hands explored the body beneath, the
same full figured form she had imagined in so
many of her dreams.
	Saavik's large mounds soon became the
center of Demora's attentions.  Her tongue
followed her hands as she guided the thick nipples
into her mouth.  Running circles around the wide
aerole, she took in as much of the bright pink
circles as she could.


	They stood there a few minutes, holding
each other tightly as they played with each other.
Then Demora motioned for Saavik to follow her
into an adjoining  room.  Taking hold of Demora's
offered hand, Saavik willingly followed.
	Once through the connecting door, Saavik
found herself confronted by a bathroom of vast
proportions.  On one side of the room was an in
floor tub, large enough to fit more a few people at
once.  On the other stood a large stand-alone
shower, custom made with multiple showerheads.
To someone who spent most of their time at the
Academy or on a Starship with sonic showers, a
water shower was a enticing inducement.
	Demora smiled and took Saavik's hand and
led her into the large shower.  Demora closed the
glass doors and hit a bright green button on a wall
panel.  In response, all three showerheads came
alive, sending a warm drizzle all over the two
women. From a small shelf in the corner, Demora
produced a bar of scented soap and began to
massage Saavik's back with it.
	Normally, Saavik preferred to be the
aggressor when making love, but this time she felt
different.  Demora's small hands felt so good as
they moved up and down her back that she was
content to just follow whereever the younger
woman led.  Finishing with Saavik's back, Demora
reached around and began to cover her breasts
with soap.  Her laughter filled the small chamber
as she played with the large globes.
	Sliding her hands down Saavik's body, she
pressed a finger inside of her,  quickly following it
with a second.  Then she began to slowly pump
the fingers in and out.
	Saavik shifted to give Demora better
access to her charms.  The young Asian woman
wasted no time in bringing her mouth to Saavik's
breasts once more, again sucking them with
childish delight. Her fingers moved in and out of
the Vulcan woman as Demora tried to take more
and more of Saavik's breast into her mouth.  The
cascading water from the overhead showers
continued to cover their bodies, washing away the
growing scent of girlsex.
	Saavik braced herself by gripping the top
of the glass walls, enjoying the rising tides of
passion building within her.  The lithe Asian
continued to digitally massage Saavik's
womanhood, each new thrust producing a wave of
delight.
	With  great reluctance, Demora abandoned
Saavik's large mounds and moved the main focus
of her attention to the prize between her legs.  Her
quick probing tongue now replaced her
honey-covered fingers, increasing the joys that
they had been producing.
	The touch of Demora's tongue hit Saavik
like a phaser on stun, causing her to fall back
against the wall.  Even so, she still managed to lift
one leg to the small ledge that lined the shower,
giving Demora even greater access to her garden
of love.
	With a precise thoroughness, Demora's
darting tongue explored the depths of Saavik's
womanhood, triggering in no time at all a
response of wonderful proportions.  The waves of
delight now crested at more than twice the
previous level as spasms racked Saavik's body.
	"Hna'h!"  Saavik cried out in her first
language as she felt herself on the threshold of an
orgasm.
	Saavik grabbed the back of the young
woman's head and pulled her deeper within her.
Just in time to receive an eruption of nectar.
Demora scooped it up with her tongue as fast as
she could, but so intense was Saavik's climax that
she couldn't keep up.
	Saavik was totally lost in ecstasy, letting
the fires of her Rihannsu half replace the logic of
the Vulcan.  Her strength was such that the
smaller woman was held totally immobile, her
wondrous tongue bringing the daughter of two
worlds to even greater raptures.
	Finally, the fires cooled and Saavik  began
to regain control of her quaking body as she
released her hold on Demora.   Almost out of
breath, she leaned against the tile wall, savoring
the aftermath of what they had just shared.
	Demora slowing removed herself from
between Saavik's legs. The encounter and
subsequent orgasm had been nearly just as intense
for her as well.  The human woman had used her
one free hand to please herself as she had
pleasured Saavik, but had yet to achieve her own
climax.
	Rising to her feet, she reached up and
kissed Saavik hard.  The taste of Saavik's passion
was thick on her tongue and she was quite willing
to share her prize.  The superior officer took her
offering deep in her own mouth, savoring the
memory of such a short time before.
	Her Vulcan half told her that it had been
one of the most dynamic climaxes of her life.  The
Rihannsu in her couldn't wait to return the
favor.
	Saavik began to run her own hand
between Demora's legs, massaging the lightly
haired mound found there.  To her surprise, the
younger woman stayed her hand, lifting it away.
	"No, not here,"  Demora whispered into
her ear as she kissed the tip of it, shutting off the
water as she did.
	They dried each other off quickly, and
Demora led her new love back into the bedroom.
She climbed onto the bed where she had first lost
her virginity a few years before, then motioned for
Saavik to join her.
	Sliding up next to her, Saavik immediately
began to kiss her small breasts, taking a tiny
brown nipple into her mouth.  As she worked on
one breast, her nimble hand worked  the other.
Then she would switch.  Demora clearly enjoyed
the attention, moaning softly with closed eyes.
	Saavik moved down the soft golden body,
kissing her way to the small black triangle that
covered Demora's still wet mound.  Parting the
lips with her fingers, she kissed the small bump of
her clitoris.
	Long minutes passed as Saavik
worked her own magic on Demora's pearl.  The
younger woman mimicked Saavik's earlier actions
as she held her by the back of the head and while
she couldn't match her Vulcanian strength, a
gentle touch was all that was needed.  In addition,
she met the reach of Saavik's ready tongue with
the forward thrust of her body.
	If Demora let events take their course, she
knew that Saavik was well on her way to giving
her an orgasm at least the equal of the one she had
given her.  But she wasn't willing to just let their
little diversion end so soon.  Not when there were
other games still to play.

	Disengaging herself from Saavik, Demora
pulled a small, exquisitely crafted wooden box
from beneath her bed.  The Vulcan looked on with
interest as the young Asian withdrew a long, thick
object from the receptacle.
	Crafted of a pure white ivory, it couldn't
simply be called a dildo. Ten inches long and two
inches thick, it was a work of art, painstakingly
crafted by an artist's hand.  It was covered with
tiny images of women pleasing themselves, some
alone, some with others.
	In the tongue of her ancestors, it was
called a harigata and this particular example was
over five centuries old.  It had been given to
Demora on her sixteenth birthday by Mikaro Sulu,
her ninety-eight year old great-grandmother.
Passed down through the generations by the
women of their family, it was held in no less
reverence than the ancestral samurai sword that
hung in the apartment's living room.
	Saavik couldn't help but admire the
craftsmanship that had gone into the creation of
the artifact, or the care with which it had
obviously been preserved.  It was interesting, she
noted, that on most of the worlds she had visited
in her life, one could find similar heirlooms, if not
their modern equivalents.  Some things were
indeed universal.
	Saavik positioned the artifact at the
entrance of Demora's womanhood, taking care to
lubricate it with the results of their earlier play.
With a slight thrust, she slid the head of the
harigata inward, until it disappeared between the
pink lips.
	Then she slid it back an inch, before moving
it forward two inches.  She repeated the gesture a
dozen more times, until she was sure the young
woman was good and lubricated.
	Demora called out words of encouragement
in rapid fire Chinese, a language Saavik had never
learned, but one that she promised herself that she
now would.  Afraid that she might hurt the smaller
woman with her superior strength , the Lieutenant
kept her movements slow and easy.  A situation that
Demora wasn't happy with at all.
	Grabbing the base of the harigata, Demora
added her thrusts to Saavik's and pulled it inside
of her with all her strength.  A look of rapture
filled her face as it filled her, telling Saavik that
she could take all that the Vulcan woman could
give.
	Rapid thrusts replaced slow motions as
Saavik plunged the ivory phallus deep in and out
of Demora's womanhood.  Despite her sometime
preference for women, Saavik had enough male
lovers in the past to appreciate what Demora was
feeling.
	It didn't take long for Demora's body to
return to the edge it had been brought to by
Saavik's oral ministrations.  A pinnacle soon
surpassed by her current actions as she added her
tongue to the mix.
	Demora exploded, letting out a loud yell
as ripples of pleasure ripped through her trembling
body. Saavik continued her efforts, trying to make
her lover's pleasure last as long as possible.  What
were long seconds to her, seemed like a small
eternity to the woman beneath her.  Finally, the
room grew silent, punctuated only by the sound of
their breathing.
	Slowly, carefully, Saavik withdrew the
harigata.  It was covered with the fruits of their
passions.  Lifting it to her lips, she reverently
licked it clean.
	Demora laid there quietly, her body
exhausted.  Saavik lifted herself higher into the
bed and snuggled up against her.  The two women
embraced and Saavik smiled.  It wouldn't hurt just
to lay there for a little  while, she thought.

	In what seemed like too short a time, the
overhead skylight was soon aglow with the light
of the rising sun.  Demora awoke to find the other
side of her bed now empty, causing her to wonder
if it had all actually been a dream after all.
	The dream became a solid reality as she
looked up and saw a still nude Saavik standing in
the doorway of her bedroom.  In her hand she
held a small tray with some drinks and fruit.
	"I thought you might like some Saya,"  she
said as she stepped up to the bed and laid the tray
carrying the fruit water on the night table.  "I
myself find it quite refreshing in the morning."
	"You're really here,"  Demora said,
assuring herself that it indeed had been no dream.
	"Is there somewhere else that I should
be?"  Saavik asked as she sat down on the edge of
the bed next to Demora.
	Demora's only reply was to kiss her love
once more, thinking that they had seven whole
days before she had to report aboard Enterprise.
And if last night was any indication, seven days
could be a lifetime.

End