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It was real funny how time just...kept on going. Moving. Even when you were still trying to grasp on to a feeling from a moment that defined you.

From her spot in the tea shop, Jane watched the residents of Yorktown pass by a large window, fingers drumming against the porcelain of the cup before her. Tea in deference to the preferences of her overly punctual companion.

Tea because she was done drinking away her larger problems.

This was totally not a date.

It was a meeting between two friends who haven't properly talked since her birthday a month ago, if that counted as talking. There weren't many words said. She was still getting used to civilian clothes again and had aimed for casual, but might have missed the bar. The dress was a little too snug.

This totally wasn't a date.

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"Are you joking?" Don't answer that, Spock. Jane runs a hand over the cover, the brittleness of the dust jacket awes her. "I don't know if I can accept this...This is nearly 300 years old."

Spock gingerly plucks the flowers from Jane's precarious hold, and places them gently on the nearby table.

He's obviously using the moment to formulate his answer.
"I am not...versed in telling others how I feel, especially to those in my life who are most deserving to hear it. Not only is it traditional to give courting gifts, but it is my way of telling you how I feel. If your worry is simply monetary, then there is no need."

The Vulcan gently pushes the book closer to Jane's chest. "You are deserving of gifts, please allow me to do this."

Jane clutches the box to her chest, huffing out a breathless laugh.

Yeah, sorry, no, you're not getting this back. She's itching to go back into her room now. Take the book out and just drown in it. There's something that paper books have that PADDs have yet to replicate.

"In that case, I guess I don't really have a choice." Jane's fingers tighten on the box until it starts to buckle. "Thank you."

Spock's eyes brighten, looking pleased that his courting gift was accepted. He was worried there for a second.

Finally getting her out of the building might have been a different challenge, but everything was worth it once they were walking amongst the activity, the fairy lights, music, and food.

The end of the evening saw Spock giving her a light kiss to the side of the mouth, and a gentlemanly 'goodnight'.
And thus started a trend...

...Spock would give Jane a gift, they would go out for the evening, and before parting ways, he would give her a chaste kiss. It was how courting was supposed to go, right?

Courting, it turned out, meant the most serious case of sexual frustration Jane had ever suffered through. It went beyond a drought into something almost painful. Frustration didn't cover it.

But there were moments in it, moments that made Jane's heart stomach and her chest tighten as all the breath in her body disappeared. Moments when she knew, perfectly and frighteningly, that this was what Ambassador Spock had meant.

That she wouldn't ever leave Spock ever again.

Wouldn't love someone quite like this ever again. And it happened in the quiet moments, the calm moments, the blessedly silent moments after a particularly long meeting or trying conversation.

In those moments it didn't matter that Spock wouldn't touch her beyond a few light hand holds and the most chaste of kisses, in those moments she could never fully explain to him just what he meant to her.

It was the time after when she was once again in bed alone that she cursed him out viciously with the kind of hatey hate that came from wanting more and being terrified to push for it.

Which only went so far to explain how Jane found herself standing at Spock's door at 0200 hours, shivering despite climate controls and her hand resting still against his door.

Spock had been meditating...

...key word 'had' when he felt it. It couldn't be.
But, he couldn't ignore the pull either. Without much hesitation, Spock opens his door, and is unsure if he should feel surprised to find Jane there.
It isn't gentlemanly to leave someone outside, so he ushers her in. You'll notice that it's quite warm in Spock's rooms.

"I wasn't expecting you. Is everything okay?" He has come to understand that sudden appearances in the middle of the night often bring bad tidings.

Jane shakes her head. "It's about to be." She moves suddenly, turning to face him as she wraps her arms around her neck and pushes him against the wall. Her body presses against his until there isn't even space for air. "I'm about to kiss you," She warns him. Promises him. Because she wasn't going to leave it chaste and polite.

She seeks his mouth with desperate urgency, surging against him as she demands the attention she's been craving for over a month now. He can stop her if he wants, but she's determined to persuade him otherwise.

He wasn't prepared for the amount of heat that came with the sudden connection with Jane's mind.
She wanted him, there was no doubt. He's caught between wanting to apologise for causing her such discomfort, and ravaging her on the spot.

Spock kisses back, his arms wrapping around her. Stopping might get him killed, so instead the Vulcan reaches out with his mind... Jane... Ashayam... is this what you want? I haven't been completely forthcoming as to the reason why I haven't been intimate with you since the beginning of the courtship...

Jane moaned softly against his mouth, gasping under the gentle assault of confused acceptance and want and-

She pulls back, chest heaving as she meets his eyes. Her fingers tickle the back of his collar as she tries to pull her thoughts together enough to answer him.

Verbally.

"I'm sure. I know what I told you when you first told me what you wanted from me and I-"

She leans up on her toes, kissing the corner of his jaw.

"I want this. You. Us. Like this. Spock, I-"

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Spock's eyes are dark, the heat catching like fire to dry grass.

"I wont' be able to stop. It will bind us together. I won't be able to undo it Jane... "

He clutches at her, his hands heavy around her waist, waiting for her consent. He needs her to understand that he will not be able to resist her if they go through with this. His mind will seek out hers, and bind them together forever.

"I know." God, Spock, she knows. It should terrify her to let someone that close, but with Spock it makes sense. They've always been good at reading one another when things were going sideways, this just solidified something they've already done.

She takes his hand, grinning as she spreads his fingers, and brings them to rest against the side of her face.

"I'm not afraid." She has nothing to hide. Nothing he should not know. Nothing that won't make them awesome.

And that's it, that's the last of Spock's resolve. He can't resist any longer, and why would he now that he knows that Jane wants him...

...forever?
Instinct gets him to move them towards the bed, his hands stripping them of their clothing...
His mind is screaming at him to seal them now, but the wait is also delicious as all points of contact create sparks of indescribable heat.

"You're a fucking tease, Spock," Jane all but growls at him as she slides a leg in between his and flips them so he was on his back. She nips a trail down his neck, hands sliding down his torso, palming his dick that was flushed green and hard and she squeezes once.

Her body is on fire, alive and blazing in ways she hasn't felt in too long.

Way too long.

She surges up then, capturing his lips with her own, seeking out reactions she hadn't known she'd be allowed to claim, and behind it all she knew he was holding back, because he wanted to, because it made things more torturous, because he was waiting for her to take it and she might if he doesn't start touching her again.

"This might become more intense..."

Spock barely breathed out the words before his shaking hands framed her face. His mind practically leaped into Jane's.

It was hot, so hot. And again, he shouldn't have been surprised how fast his mind fused to his T'hy'la's, but the strong, golden thread that bound the two of them burned hot and bright like a sun going supernova. It left him breathless.
Jane was all around him and he couldn't get enough of it. As it was, he came embarrassingly fast, shouting out as he writhes against his mate, the shocks of his orgasm racing through their link.

Jane's hoarse cry sounds loud to her own ears as her mind shatters in aching wordless pleasure that spirals through her nerves until she's shaking with it, reeling from the pained pleasure of Spock's own orgasm and stifled by the haze and glow of his mind as it becomes a disorganized mess of emotion.

She sucks in a sharp breath, body twitching on the edge of an orgasm she didn't quite bodily reach and it's unfair, unfair, unfair that he's blissed out on the sheer awesomeness of her mind that he's forgotten about her equally amazing body and isn't fucking moving anymore.

Spock.

Sensitive. Everything is so sensitive, but in the haze there's still a blinding heat coming from Jane.
His fingers delve between then, rubbing at her clit as he invades her mind and pushes at her pleasure receptors. My Ashaya, aduna, t'hy'la...

Spock is lost in the pleasure, feeling as though he could go feral.

She hisses between her teeth, body bowed upward and out as he invades her every sense and her body, which never cooled down, was straining like a bow string and when it snaps...

Jane shocked gasp is echoed in voice and in mind, her hips rolling and twitching as she tries to avoid and seek out his fingers simultaneously and all around her she can feel his need and want and love, love, love, love and it's blinding in it's intensity and she shuffles away from his fingers, too sensitive and overworked and she needs more. Needs it now. And she's straddling him before he can form a protest, mouth sucking a dark bruise against the curve of his shoulder as she angles his dick and just slides down on him, thrusting and twisting her hips as her mouth moves further up his neck, to his jaw, his cheek, his eyes, nose, mouth, God-fuck his mouth and as in all things she's fighting to win. He is her's. Everyone will know it.

His mind is aflame.

The golden thread that attaches his mind with Jane's grows into a blinding sun so that all he can do is feel.
Thrusting up into the heat of his bondmate, his hands grasp at Jane, growling, and biting into shoulder. It's rough and animalistic, and he'll probably be apologetic for it later, but right now his all consuming desire is to complete the bond, to claim his mate.

But there is one tendril of thought that comes through, sneaking beyond the heat and lust, and it whispers I love you.

"Spock," she whines, thighs burning, blunted nails raking over flushed skin. He's everywhere, everywhere, inside her, around her, consuming her in a raging fire that's endless and unstoppable, and she hadn't known it could be so good, so good to be known in this way. She whimpers, back arching as pleasure soars through her for a second time, exploding out through both of them and she's mouthing sloppily at his neck and face and anything as she shudders in shock at how fast, how soon, how he'd-

God, fuck, she couldn't get enough of him, or he couldn't get enough of her and it was like they were both straining for something but neither knew what it was.

Time had no meaning, he's not sure how often he's thrust into his mate, but there's a moment when everything clicks into place, and the sense of right envelopes them both.

Eventually, he opens his eyes, after the haze has dissipated enough to move more than an inch away from Jane. He tries to speak, but it comes out as a rough croak... and tries again.

"Jane?" His hands card through her hair, massaging her scalp. His mind is still buzzing, as though he's been drugged. But she's there... not just in front of him, but there in his mind. And he's never felt so good.

Jane's trembling, adrenaline and endorphins draining slowly out of her, and her muscles are aching in that deliciously right way that says she just had fun. But she's still sitting astride him and her body has nowhere to go but where he goes and she drops her head to his shoulder, grunting.

"Yeah?"

He needs to know if she’s okay, which is illogical since he now has a direct link to her mind. But the not so logical part of him is searching with his hands and eyes, making sure he didn’t do any damage.
He’s also having difficulty finding his words, since everything now seems surreal.

“We are mated.”

Good job captain obvious.

Good thing he's not captain then. His mind is a droning buzz of contentment and smug pleasure that has Jane huffing as she pulls back and frames his face with her hands. Cause she can.

She can do that now and not be afraid.

Because he's kinda trapped himself with her. And she can't block him out even if she wanted to. She doesn't. She presses her forehead to his and grins, as if that will somehow reaffirm that fleeting thought.

"I think my mind broke yours."

Smug is definitely one word for how he feels, but it’s mostly in awe at the bond, and what this means for them.
He’s happy, and wouldn’t that just kill McCoy to know?
Spock’s happiness bleeds through the bond, and touches Jane. He’s also pleased to note that he’s not the only one in the room who is happy.

“Quite possibly. But I have no complaints.”
He wraps his arms around her, his mind whispering Vulcan endearments through the bond. There is no thought for tomorrow, there’s just now, and he’d be quite content to stay here forever. “Your mind is beautiful.”

How’s that for a compliment?

"Pretty sure you're feeling an emotion or two, Mr. Spock. How about that."

Jane's heart is fluttery in a way she hasn't felt since she was 12 and developed a crush on her math teacher the first time he told her how smart she was. Her toes curl even as she presses a kiss to his forehead.

"I'd say the same, but that's just...gross. That'd be gross. I am better than that. Maybe you broke my mind." I love you. Don't leave me. I love you.