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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW CORR: It's All Relative [TOS, Sa/Am, Soran, Al, Nel, T'Sar, K, S/NC-17] 8/8
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PART 8 [CORRECTED VERSION]

Disclaimers in Part 1

What turned out to be the final day of talks was back on Celles V.  The
Cellesians had finally signed the agreement, including the part about
educating the women and girls.  Sarek was exhausted but extremely satisfied
at this accomplishment.  He and Soran had worked very hard at these
negotiations and it finally paid off.  He then realized that if it hadn't
been for his family's participation, the agreement would never have been
signed.

Captain Kirk finally gave Chapel and Uhura the green light to organize
another Christmas party to celebrate their success.  Sarek accepted his kind
invitation to the festivities on behalf of the delegation and his own
family.

The rec room had been completely decorated in a Christmas motif.  T'Sar had
never been to a Christmas party before, but Soran had and thoroughly briefed
his wife on the subject.

The party was in full swing when the diplomatic party arrived.  Al and Nell,
who had brought Spock's favourite pinwheel cookies, sought out their
grandson and found him beside Kirk and McCoy.  "Over here," Al yelled to the
others, who made their way slowly through the crowd to their grandson's
location.

When Sarek and Amanda finally made their way through the crowd, Al and Nell
shoved drinks into their hands.  Crewmen were passing out trays of Christmas
treats, such as cinnamon buns, mincemeat tarts, and cakes.  Sarek looked at
Amanda and took a cinnamon bun, biting into it and savouring the taste.

Soran looked at his friend, and indulged as well.  T'Sar took one and
sniffed at it.  "This contains cinnamon," she said.

"I am aware of that," Soran replied.  "I believe I am allowed this
considering how hard both the ambassador and I have worked lately."

"Be careful," his wife cautioned.  "You know what that does to you."

Amanda eyed her husband carefully as he took another bun, but said nothing.
He could eat all the cinnamon he wanted, as far as she was concerned!  The
sugar would give him a hangover tomorrow, but nothing he couldn't get rid of
with a short healing trance, she reasoned.

Kirk and the other Starfleet officers took over a corner of the room that
had chairs and motioned for the others to sit.  Uhura and Chapel, as well as
Scotty, joined the ambassador and his wife, Soran and his wife, the
Graysons, Spock, and McCoy.  They all made themselves comfortable on the
couches that formed a semi-circle.

Kirk left the group for a few minutes and talked to the officer in charge of
the food and drink, telling him to keep both coming to their corner.  He
knew that other members of his crew would want to see the Vulcan ambassador,
and the corner he chose made him available, but still maintained a sense of
privacy as well.  "Oh, and bring some hot chocolate as well," Kirk added.
He knew Spock had some on special occasions.

"Certainly, sir," the lieutenant replied.

Soran and Sarek told of their success in the Cellesian system and how
changes were starting slowly for the women and children on Celles V.  They
were also pleased to announce that Kezule both offered and seemed confident
that he would be able to convince the other Cellesian planets to adapt to
the Federation's guidelines as well.  It'd take time, but it looked like the
whole system would eventually become members of the Federation.  It was
clear the Vulcans were very satisfied with their performance, and they had
every right to be.

Amanda picked up a piece of chocolate cake, but before she had a chance to
take a bite, Sarek broke off a piece and popped it in his mouth.  Spock's
eyebrow rose at his father's behaviour, but he said nothing.

Sarek went on to regale the group by telling stories of Spock's birth and
some of his childhood antics as he stole yet another piece of Amanda's cake.
She sighed and simply handed the plate to him and got herself another piece.

As the evening wore on, many officers left as they had either to go on shift
or to bed for an early shift in the morning.  Those that came off shift came
to the party and settled into their own little groups, talking, and
laughing.

Sarek and Soran were definitely relaxed by now, their stories becoming more
personal, and more embarrassing, as the night wore on.  Amanda had indulged
more than her usual as well tonight, and thought it a perfect opportunity to
dispel some of Spock's myths about his father.  "Sarek, tell us the story
about when you and Soran were drunk for the first time?" she asked
innocently, looking at her son to see his reaction.  After all, she was
relaxed too.

"You were intoxicated?" T'Sar asked stiffly, gazing at her mate
disapprovingly.

Soran flushed green and took another bite of his cinnamon bun.  Taking a sip
of his hot coco, he said, "That was an unforgettable experience.  We were
twenty point five years old at the time."

"Twenty point five-six, as I recall," Sarek amended.  "Indeed.  That was the
first time I had any kind of casual contact with humans.  It was.
educational."

Spock leaned forward taking another pinwheel cookie as he waited for the two
Vulcans to continue.

"It was after my last class of the day," Sarek continued, "and I was to meet
Soran for end meal.  Two human males came up to me and invited me to a
party.  On behalf of Soran, I accepted.  I had not planned on doing my
homework until the next day and a party sounded interesting."  He leaned
toward Soran and said, "My last class of that day was on Interplanetary
Relations so I thought I could apply my lessons from class with the humans
at the party."

"Indeed," Soran said.  Continuing the story, he said, "I met Sarek and the
two humans by the water fountain in Surak's Square where I was informed of
the party.  We followed the humans to their house where they served us many
kinds of cakes and ale."

"We indulged ourselves," Sarek said, taking over from Soran.  "After a time,
we felt light-headed, but we remained unconcerned.  We kept eating the cakes
and drinking the ale.  Then all of a sudden, I felt ill."

"Very ill," Soran corrected.  "As did I."

"I thought Vulcans were unaffected by alcohol?" McCoy questioned.  "At
least, that's what Spock always tells us."

"It was not the ale that affected us, but the cakes," Soran said.

"More precisely, it was the sugar in the cakes that 'did us in', as the
saying goes," Sarek clarified.

Continuing the story, Soran said, "We decided that we had to go home and
departed.  It was clear that our condition would not allow us to pilot a
flitter back to our residences so we started to walk.  We had done it before
many times and felt we could do so again."

"We did more falling than walking for the first part," Sarek said, "at least
I did.  When we were halfway home, Soran decided that it would be logical to
sing.  We did so - at the top of our lungs.  We reasoned that if we enjoyed
the song, others would as well.  We were incorrect."

By this time Amanda was giggling in near hysterics, and Spock looked about
to join her.

"The local constabulary confronted us and asked about our illogical and
disruptive behaviour.  We explained that we had been to a Terran party and
were taking the responsible action of walking home instead of taking our
flitter."

"My flitter," Sarek corrected.  "My red one; the one I built from scratch.
That one."

Soran looked at his friend.  "Whatever.  The flitter."

Kirk, who happened to be in the process of taking a sip from his eggnog,
almost did a spit take.    Swallowing hard he looked at McCoy, stunned.
"Whatever?" he mouthed silently, to which the doctor shrugged then pointed
to the Vulcan's plate.  It was still half full with a variety of baked
goods.

Sarek took another bite of chocolate cake and continued.  "The constable
agreed with our logic about walking, but instructed us to lower our voices
and quit singing.  We said that the songs were not offensive, and that we
were within our rights to sing on a public street.  He disagreed.  He called
our behaviour disorderly, and he stated that he would remove us to the
station if we did not comply with his orders.  We did not comply to his
satisfaction, apparently, as he took us back to the station and put us in a
cell."

"Once we were there," Soran said, "we were allowed one comm call each.  I
called my father to get us, but he denied my request.  He said that a night
in the cells would be a learning experience for me.  I disagreed.  He closed
the connection."  Soran shrugged slightly.

"I called Skon, and he agreed to come and get us, but he added that an
ambassador's son should not humiliate his family by being drunk and
disorderly in public.  He said he would arrive when he was able, but to make
myself comfortable until then.  He mentioned that it could be a long wait."

Spock grunted non-committedly, then nodded knowingly.  Apparently he had had
similar comm calls with Sarek at some point.  McCoy vowed then and there to
learn them all, even if it took the remainder of the five-year mission to do
it!

Sarek looked at his son fondly, remembering his own situations where he
disciplined Spock as he was disciplined by his own father.  Then he
continued, "Three hours later, he arrived and was most unimpressed with us.
He took Soran home first."

"And my father met me at the door.  He was also not pleased.  He lectured me
for twenty minutes, and I never heard a word of it.  My sole concentration
was on not vomiting on his shoes.  Finally, he allowed me to go to my room
that I shared with my brother."  Turning to the Starfleet officers, he said,
"There are five children in my family.  I slept like an Orion slug."

Sarek continued the story.  "We went home, and I was lectured for forty-five
minutes.  Skon explained to me that I was a disgrace to the family and the
Clan and that I had humiliated him like no other family member had ever
done.  I attempted to assure him that there were no holovids at the party,
but he was not interested in my opinion.  He let me go to my room and I,
also, slept deeply.  The next thing I remember was my father pulling me out
of bed at his usual rising time, leaving me on the floor.  I was still very
ill at that time.  After several attempts at getting me up, he finally left
me alone, but he was unsympathetic to my suffering."

The humans in the group laughed until their sides hurt.  "Oh man," Al said,
wiping tears from his eyes, "I can sure relate to that!"

"Indeed," Sarek murmured, gazing flirtatiously at his wife.  Amanda sat
there with a smile on her lips, her face flushed a deep red.

Spock, who was as amused as his companions, watched his parents, bemused.
His father usually never allowed himself to indulge to this extent and never
in front of others.  Noticing his mother's embarrassment at his father's
flirtatious glances, Spock averted his eyes.  That's when he noticed it was
more than Sarek's gaze that was bothering Amanda.

While Sarek continued his conversation with the rest of the party, his hands
had found an activity of their own underneath the table.  Amanda helplessly
tried to still his roaming hands as Sarek rubbed her thigh suggestively.

Spock quickly looked away, finding a sudden interest in the decorations
lining the far wall of the rec room.

After having had his hands swatted several times, Sarek stood and addressed
the crowd.  "I must leave now as I am.fatigued."

Amanda didn't buy that for a second.  He'd been indulging in chocolate and
cinnamon all night long, but she stood as well, crossing her fingers with
her husband's.  They left and went to their quarters, fingers, and now
minds, linked.

The party watched them leave, the humans looking at each other knowingly and
shaking their heads in bewilderment.

At this time Soran also stood to leave.  "I believe we should retire as
well, my wife."  He held his hand out, fingers paired.

"For what purpose?" T'Sar eyed him warily, displeased at the men's lack of
propriety in both their behavior and choice of anecdotes.

Soran faltered, eyeing the half finished cinnamon roll on his plate
meaningfully.  "I, too, am feeling...er...fatigued, my wife.  Attend me."

T'Sar followed his gaze to the roll, her lips pursing disapprovingly.  "Very
well," she answered shortly, standing and placing her paired fingers against
his.  "Then I trust you will be retiring to sleep as soon as possible."

Soran sighed audibly, leading his wife from the room while the table behind
him snickered at his predicament.

~~**~~

When they finally arrived at their quarters, Sarek quickly wrapped his arms
around his wife's waist, pinning her arms beneath his.  He pulled her
tightly against him, but in his inebriated state, he practically toppled
both of them completely over.  "Now you can't push me away," he growled in
her ear.

"I have no intention of doing that!" Amanda exclaimed.  Freeing her hands
and reaching up to undo the clasps of his tunic, she parted the fabric,
sliding it off his shoulders.  Under it, his silk shirt begged to be
removed.  Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt and untucked it from his pants.

Sarek clumsily tugged at the enclosures of her blouse and finally managed to
move it aside, revealing her bra.  He fingered her nipples through the lacy
fabric until they formed hard peaks.  Amanda arched her back to press her
breasts into his hands and moaned softly.

Just then, the door chimed.  Al's voice could be heard as the door swooshed
open.  Sarek had forgotten to activate the lock, much to his embarrassment.
Al walked in and looked at the couple, just as they parted and attempted to
cover themselves up.  "Oh, Jesus...  They're at it again!" he exclaimed.
Sarek frantically tried to tuck his shirt into his pants as Al said, "At
least you're not covered in straw this time."  He winked at his son-in-law.

Sarek flushed green and stopped his frantic tucking.  He reasoned that there
was no use now.  He stood there with his shirt open and half-tucked in, and
his tunic puddled around his feet.  "Is it not customary to knock before
entering another's quarters?" Sarek asked.

"I did knock!  What are ya, deaf?"  Al smiled.  "You need Dr. McCoy to check
your hearing, boy.  I have some hearing aids you can use," he chuckled.

"Why are you here, Dad?" Amanda asked.

"I just wanted to congratulate you again on your success.  That's all, I
swear.  Well, that and to let you know Spock and I were planning to go to
the observation lounge for a little tête-à-tête.  We thought you might want
to join us, but I guess not, eh?"

Amanda and Sarek glared at him, then Sarek said, "Thank you, Alfred, but no.
I have other plans for tonight."  He looked meaningfully at the door, and
finally Al left the room, with Sarek locking the door immediately after him.

Alone at last, Sarek pulled Amanda closer to him as she ran her fingernails
over his nipples, tweaking them to hard pebbles.

Sarek untucked his shirttails from his pants and pulled it off his
shoulders, depositing it on the floor.  He lowered his hands to the clasp of
his pants, but she brushed them away, preferring to do it herself.  She
looked down and saw the bulge in his pants and massaged it with her hand as
she opened the fabric, releasing him.

Sarek's head rolled back, a groan escaping his lips.  "It has been too long,
Aduna!"

"Yes, it has.  No more interruptions, Sarek, and no excuses.  You're all
mine tonight!"  Amanda took his shaft in her hands and stroked the length of
it, eliciting drops of pre-cum from the slit.  She could feel his ridges
flare against her hand as she coated the spongy head with his nectar.

"Agreed," Sarek breathed, as he rocked into her hands.  His fingers
frantically removed her bra, freeing her breasts.  Lowering his head, he
sucked in a nipple, flicking it with his tongue as he held it gently with
his teeth.

Amanda moaned, her hands grasping Sarek's hair to hold him tightly against
her.

His hand lowered to stroke her sex through her clothing as he kneaded her
other breast.  He struggled with the clasps of her skirt, then finally just
ripped them open and parted the rich fabric aside to reveal her lacy
underwear.  Pushing the material aside, he fingered her clit, eliciting
another moan and causing her to buck into his hand.  Sarek pulled his cock
from her hand, knelt down, removing the last vestiges of her clothes and
breathed in her scent deeply.

Pushing her back against the desk, he parted her thighs and pushed his face
against her mound.  He carefully held her nub with his teeth and flicked it
with his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.
Amanda groaned, laying back upon the desk and opening herself completely to
her husband's questing tongue.  Finally, he thrust his tongue deep inside of
her, tasting her juices and feeling her buck against the intruding organ.

He lifted her legs upon his shoulders, gripping her hips tightly to prevent
her from escaping his ministrations as she wiggled from her building orgasm.
Sarek held her tightly, relentlessly sucking and licking the soft flesh of
her inner thigh and her sex.  His own arousal was almost painful with want
as he felt it bobbing against his belly every time he thrust his tongue into
his wife.

Sarek reached up and massaged her breasts, flicking her nipples in time with
his pumping tongue.  Amanda thrust her head back, moaning his name as she
approached the brink.  Sarek struggled to lap up her cream as her cum
increased along with her climax.  She began thrusting against his face
wildly, her feet digging into the blades of his shoulders.

Unable to wait any longer, Sarek quickly stood, allowing her legs to fall to
the floor as he turned her over, bending her face down across the desktop.
He centered his rock-hard penis at her wet entrance and impaled her.  He
slammed into her warmth over and over again, then slowed as he bent forward,
reaching for her meld points.  Linking them, their intense arousal washed
between them, each feeling what the other was experiencing.

Amanda's hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, as much to keep her
from flying off the surface as to abate some of her sexual energy.  Sarek
kept slamming into her repeatedly, forcing the moans from her throat against
her will.  Over and over he thrust, and Amanda could feel her vaginal walls
contract around him, attempting to keep him buried within her depths.  With
nothing to bite, or bury her face in, Amanda pressed her cheek against the
desk, gritting her teeth.  Her jaw began to ache from the effort not to
scream.

Sarek felt his testicles contract in preparation for his release and slammed
into Amanda yet again.  His thrusts were wild and erratic, but deep and
pounding as his body readied itself.  Suddenly, he stiffened as he shot his
hot seed deep within his wife.  He thrust once, then again as her vaginal
muscles milked his penis of its precious fluid.

He looked at his wife; her face was flushed, sweat had broken out across her
brow, and her breathing was hard and rapid.  As her orgasm also subsided, he
watched her release a long breath, groaning as she practiced opening her
mouth to flex the mandibular muscles.  Pulling out, Sarek gently assisted
her off the desk, cradling her against him as he tenderly kissed her
forehead before lifting her in his arms and carrying her to their bed.

He laid her down on the soft surface and stretched out beside her, wanting
to make love to his wife, not just to satisfy his own lust.  He lowered his
head and kissed her passionately on the mouth, his tongue insisting on
dueling with hers.  He gently massaged her breasts, then lowered his hand to
her still-wet sex, flicking her clit.

She languidly spread her legs to allow him access, but he took her hand and
lowered it to his semi-erect penis instead.  "Touch me," he whispered.
"Make me hard for you, beloved."

Amanda said, "We'll do it together.  Give me your hand."  She took his hand
and placed it around his hardening shaft, then put her hand around his.
Together, they stroked up and down the length of his shaft, alternating
pressure as they squeezed some parts and not others.  The effect was
staggering.  Sarek threw back his head and arched his back, stroking faster
and faster.

As he pumped himself, Amanda removed her hand and kissed the tip, licking
off the drops of pre-cum.  She took the head into her mouth and swirled her
tongue around the cap.

Sarek's moan came from deep inside his chest as he spread his legs, inviting
her touch.

Amanda cupped his balls, fingering the orbs in the loose skin.  Her other
hand lowered to herself, and she thrust two fingers into her wetness,
pumping them in time to Sarek's strokes on himself.

"I want to be inside you, beloved," he rasped, letting go of his penis and
trying to pull his wife on top of him.  "Please, allow this."

Amanda removed her own fingers and unsteadily straddled her husband, slowly
lowering herself on his stiff organ.  When she had impaled herself, he,
again, reached up and linked their minds.  Amanda lifted herself up until
just the tip remained inside of her.  As she sat back down, Sarek thrust
upwards, deepening the penetration.  The sound of slapping flesh and low
moans filled the room as their arousal increased and threw them off the
precipice of desire.

Amanda collapsed on her husband, who slipped out of her warmth; his spent
penis lay on his thigh, glistening with her juices.  Amanda straightened out
her legs, still quivering from the orgasm, and lay on Sarek.  She raised
herself up on her elbows and stared into his dark eyes.  "That was a long
time coming," she said.

"Indeed.  It was as if there was a conspiracy stopping us from intimacy."
Sarek gently rolled over to his side, forcing his wife off of his chest.  He
sat up and tried to get the blankets out from under them, but realized it
was a useless endeavor as Amanda was not yet ready to move.  He flopped back
down on the bed.  "We are sticky, my wife.  If you wait here, I will return
with a warm cloth."

Amanda simply nodded, her eyes closed and her breathing becoming deep with
sleep.  Sarek went into the fresher and got the cloth.  He returned and
washed his wife, then himself.  By coaxing her to move, he finally managed
to get the covers out from under her and covered her up after slipping into
the bed himself.

Sarek was almost asleep when he heard the door chime.  Snapping awake, he
wondered if there was something wrong with the ship or his son.  He quickly,
but quietly, got up and covered himself with a robe.  Crossing the room, he
opened the door.

Soran stood on the other side.

"What is it, Soran?" Sarek asked.  "Is everything all right?"

"I am sorry to disturb you at this late hour, Sarek, but I am here as your
friend not your aide."

"Come in, Soran, but you must be very quiet.  Amanda is sleeping."  Sarek
stepped back from the door to allow Soran to enter.

"T'Sar has locked me out of our quarters," Soran said sheepishly.

"Why?" Sarek asked.  "What did you do?"

Soran looked affronted.  "I did nothing.  She is being totally illogical,"
he said, defensively.

The ambassador looked at his long-time friend with some amusement.  Soran
was intoxicated.  Very intoxicated.  "Let me rephrase my question.  What are
you accused of doing?"

Soran straightened up and said, "Eating sugar products and being
'libidinous'.  She claims that I am intoxicated.  And I am not!"

Sarek put his finger against his lips to tell Soran to be quieter.  "You'll
wake Amanda."

"Forgive me.  But I am not intoxicated.  I'm not!"

"I believe you, Soran.  Many would not, but I do."  Sarek had to get Soran
out of his quarters before Amanda woke up.  "Sit down here and do not move.
Do you understand?"

"Of course, I understand.  I am not an idiot, you know.  I am a diplomat, a
government worker.  I can follow more complex instructions than that."

As Soran nattered away, Sarek commed the bridge and asked for Spock's
location.  Satisfied, he said to Soran, "Let me get dressed, and we can go
to the observation deck.  I believe Spock and Alfred are still there.  We
can join them."

Soran stopped his rambling and stared at Sarek blankly.  "You are my closest
friend, Sarek-kam."

"Thank you," Sarek said casually.  "I just need to change my clothes, then
we may depart."

"I would do anything for you," Soran prattled.  "The boundaries of our
friendship are limitless!"

"Agreed," Sarek placated.  "I will be right back."  He turned to leave, but
Soran's sudden grip on his arm stalled him.

"I ate a lot of cinnamon tonight," he whispered confidentially.

"Indeed," Sarek said hesitantly, unsure of an appropriate response.  He
glanced from his friend's intense gaze to the hand that still tightly
gripped the arm of his robe.  "I think you may have just found the limit,
Soran-kam," he joked.  Seeing his friend's confused look, Sarek gently
removed Soran's hand and leaned him precariously against the table.  "Do not
move.  I will be right back."

Sarek shook his head as Soran continued to ponder his last statement.  Going
back into the bedroom, Sarek gently leaned over the bed and whispered to
Amanda, "Beloved."

"Mmm."

"Soran has been locked out of his quarters by T'Sar.  I am taking him to the
observation deck to visit with Alfred and Spock.  Is this acceptable?"

"Mmm."

Sarek took that as a yes and dressed quickly.  Soran stood as he approached
and as the door swished closed behind them, Soran asked, "I wonder if they
will have hot chocolate there?"

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