The night breeze carried scents of the garden and the desert through the open window into Spock and Saavik's bedroom. The flickering flame from the firepot illuminated the room with a golden glow and sent shadows dancing around the room. Spock and Saavik lay together, bodies pressed together from mouth to hips, legs entwined, arms encircling each other. She pushed him onto his back, straddling his body and slipping onto him, surrounding him in her warmth. They moved together in a timeless rhythm, lost in their union, their bodies and minds linked together.
Spock felt an unexpected sensation, a tickle on the bottom of his foot. He froze, startled, looking at the new presence in the room, raising an eyebrow in surprise. Saavik felt the change in his sense and the new presence in the room. She followed his gaze to the foot of the bed.
"Mother. Can I have a glass of water?"
"You had a drink of water before you went to bed. Surely you cannot be thirsty already."
"But I am."
"So you say, daughter. Please go wait outside. I will attend to you shortly." Saavik looked down at her husband, shaking her head. He raised an eyebrow in amusement, laughter in his eyes. She let her head drop down, her hair spreading over his chest. "At least we had a sheet over us, or we would be explaining something more. Did you hear her?"
"No, my wife. I regret to say that I did not hear her." He rested his left hand on her hip, his other hand lazily stroking her. "If you remember, my attention was ... focused elsewhere. Perhaps we can complete what we doing before we were interrupted. And then see to her."
Her voice husky, "No, if I do not attend to her now, she will return. And she will bring her sister. And then her brother." She caught his hand from where it caressed her, kissed his palm, lightly. "And no fair trying to distract me." The light touch and her warm breath on his skin sent shivers of sensation along his arm and through his body. She regretfully slipped off of him to sit on the edge of the bed. "You know I am yours." Her touch and her words promised a sharing when she returned.
She reached for her robe, wrapping it around her as she stood. "Perhaps we should consider locking the door. At least on certain occasions."
"That would be logical."
She nodded, brushing her paired fingers to his. "T'hy'la."