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Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 07:10:03 -0400
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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







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