Title:
Illicit Acts
Author: Terre
Series: TOS
Rating: R
Pairing: Sarek/Amanda
Illicit Acts (Kal-Mu-yor Tam'a)
October 31/
She slipped into the library. Closing the French
doors immersed her in total blackness, the draperies drawn across the windows,
no fire flickering in the hearth. Of course. Illicit
acts required darkness.
An arm snaked around her waist and she found herself pressed up against
a hard, firm body. His scent filled her nostrils, his mouth blanketed hers, and
his tongue breached her lips.
Lord help her. She loved his kiss, the heat it
generated, the sensations of desire, yearning, and passion that it invoked.
With a soft moan, she drew him nearer, raking her fingers up into his hair.
His kiss stirred at her insides, curled her toes, reached deeply, and
sent incredible sensations skimming along her nerve endings. His large hands
cradled the back of her head, angled it, as his tongue delved deeper, more
frantically as though he couldn't have enough of her.
Breaking off the kiss, he released a feral growl, a low groan as his
hot, wet mouth trailed along her throat. She dropped her head back, rasped his
name, her voice barely a whisper.
He began pushing her back—avoiding tables and chairs—and she realized
that he must have memorized the room. Or perhaps he had simply been in the room
long enough for his eyes to adjust.
His hands, his mouth, did not stay from their course, even as his legs
guided her. The back of her knees struck something, and she found herself
falling onto plush cushions. A couch, she realized.
She felt as though she were on fire, felt as though she must have him
nearer, or she would die. She was barely aware of unbuttoning his waistcoat,
his shirt, but suddenly her hands were traveling over the heated flesh of his
chest, her fingers enticed by the smooth skin.
He shifted, bunching her skirt at her waist. She felt the first probe of
hot flesh to hot flesh... she found herself arching toward him, needing,
wanting, desiring. The fullness of him filling her as his mouth captured her
moan. He began moving against her. Quickly a tightening encompassed every inch
of her body. She released a tiny squeal, and his mouth returned to hers,
hushing her even as it worked to increase her pleasure—
Because that was what this was. Pleasurable. Intensely pleasurable.
Almost painful and yet not. But she wanted it with a
desperation that almost frightened her-
Then a million stars burst through her body in a maze of sensations that
had her arching as he threw his head back, his satisfied groan echoing around
them.
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She was lying beneath him, her breaths
coming fast and harsh in the darkness, a woman pleasured, seeking to regain her
equilibrium.
While he doubted that he would ever regain his.
He heard the door click open…
"Pekh!"
He rolled off her, barely had time to fasten his trousers before light filled
the room. He heard her horrified squeak, sought to move himself into a position
to protect her modesty as best he could.
As he turned to face the intruder, he was vaguely aware of her quickly
straightening her clothes.
"Mr. President, I can explain—" she began.
"You have nothing to explain!" Sarek heard himself growl, as
he stared at the stunned president of the Federation and his "first gentleman."
"There's no need for explanations, honey, we will leave." The "first
gentleman" hurriedly said.
"Come on babe, let's leave Napoleon and
Josephine to their amorous pursuits."