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Yoicks at Yosemite
Yoicks
(yoicks),
interj. 2. used as a
cry of high spirits or encouragement. Truly in my
dictionary (Webster's New Universal Unabridged Dictionary) and
understood, hopefully, by the end of
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Kirk couldn’t shake the feeling that
something was
wrong. It may have been that the stress
of the last few weeks had finally caught up with him and now jangled
through
his nerve endings. Perhaps the noise of
the woods felt too alien now that he heard more behind the snaps and
crackles
of sneaking animals certainly more afraid of him than he could ever be
of
them. But he found himself stealthily
creeping through the foliage, zeroing in on something – he just didn’t
know
what. Only a matter of hours before, he had
presupposed
that his
invitation would be politely refused when he offered Ambassador Sarek
and
Amanda the chance to camp in Perhaps it was the chemistry that was
off. Spock had reverted to the quiet
scientist
that he wore like a costume in his father’s presence.
McCoy looked preoccupied, distracted, almost
mirthful, about what Kirk couldn’t fathom.
But that also began as soon as Sarek and Amanda had met
them in
the
transporter room in their strange ensemble.
He felt he had missed something that everyone else was
completely in
tune with. Instead of the center of attraction, as
he was
used to
being, he felt the odd man out. Later,
everyone had socialized about the roaring fire: Sarek and Amanda told
entertaining stories of diplomatic and personal mishaps keeping McCoy
laughing
and Spock nervous and too interested in the stars, while Kirk felt out
of step,
as if he’d been drugged and was watching this group from a distance. Much later, he had not fallen asleep,
as it
appeared
everyone else had from the soft quiet that teased him in his tossing
and
turning. Sarek and Amanda had zipped
their sleeping bags together claiming it was very cold for Sarek and
that
Amanda’s warmth would help, though Kirk knew the bags adjusted for the
climate
and individual needs of each occupant.
He had eyed them suspiciously and wondered if it was
merely
their
rationalization for snuggling, which wouldn’t do for appearances sake. Finally, after the longest, quietest
and
stealthiest advance
he had ever pulled, he edged toward the snaps and crackles and soft
rustles
that he had thought he had heard in the distance. It
hadn’t been his imagination. There was
something out here. They weren’t alone. All was not as peaceful, safe, and serene as
the rest had attempted to lull him into believing!
That had to be why he felt so on edge. Within a matter of steps, he peered
into the
shadows between
the shards of moonlight and saw shapes moving.
Pale forms shifting. He
caught
his breath as he noticed one shape seeming to take conquest of another
on the
ground. The end of a fight between
creatures? The one dominating the
other? And then it struck him – he was
so used to seeing myriad creatures in so many forms that it wasn’t the
strangeness that he feared, but wariness of himself being noticed by
these
large, and possibly dangerous, creatures.
But he was on Earth. What
could
these creatures be? He realized he saw skin, and what
looked like a
back rising
and falling – a feminine back as he perceived the outline of upper arms
and the
willowing to a slender waist and then the bloom of beautiful round
buttocks. He looked closer and noticed
the swell of the ample bosom bouncing with her movement.
He was hypnotized by the sensuality of the
movement and the accelerated breathing he heard before he realized what
he was
seeing. But his mind so fought that
impression that he continued to rake in every detail to prove himself
wrong He saw now the muscled and hairy legs
bent and
splayed from
under those feminine hips, the heels digging into the soft dirt as the
feet
flexed as if trying to escape the connected ankles, then a shiver
seemed to
course through them as he heard a soft, deep moan, obviously male. He saw now – his eyes became adjusted to the
dim light. He felt his face flush in
embarrassment and horror. The female
held the male’s wrists to the ground as she vanquished him. The male began to writhe under her and pull
from her grip until she ordered, “no,” in a commanding tone and he
stopped. His neck arched as she
increased the rhythm of her ride and he bucked into her. The male cried out, and with that cry,
the female
clamped
her hand over his mouth and the next few unbidden cries were softened,
but all
ambiguity and hope had been lost already. Yes, that was certainly Sarek
on the
ground, and Amanda atop him. Kirk could
not escape without their hearing, especially with Vulcan ears, as it
had taken
too long for him to approach soundlessly.
It was likely too late anyway as he saw the couple’s
thrusting
hasten to
a rough, discordant grind and their breathing grow ragged, interlaced
with
dueling moans. He could only freeze and blend with the
tree he
had slipped
up behind and hope that they wouldn’t go at it all night long. He was hoping that Sarek would be getting too
cold to continue his pleasures for too much longer.
He closed his eyes and leaned closer into the
tree, feeling the heat of his flush. He
considered plugging his ears but he couldn’t risk any more movement,
and the
paranoia of being discovered was too great to allow any more noise than
necessary. He heard Amanda cry out softly and
almost
immediately Sarek
did also, louder and longer but muffled by Amanda’s hand, then their
movements
quieted, and Amanda giggled. “I told you
it was fun in the woods!” “I would have to agree with that,
beloved,” Sarek
said
breathlessly. “And it is not so cold
now, either. Your body heat certainly
does help to warm me.” Kirk had sincerely wished he had
plugged his ears,
but at
the same time was guiltily fascinated by the emotion and sweet banter
he heard. Amanda laughed again.
“And you see why we couldn’t try this in the sleeping bags
back
at
camp!” “You were right as always, my wife.” “We almost got caught in your office
too many
times, my
gorgeous husband.” “It is no wonder Soran goes for coffee
each time
you visit
for lunch.” “Well, if I brought food more often, it
would have
made a better
cover story.” “That is true.” Kirk heard the obvious sounds of
smooching and
play
wrestling, and hoped they wouldn’t decide to chase each other through
the woods
like some bizarre twist on a Midsummer Night’s Dream, though Sarek did
have
Puck’s ears and coloring. “We'll have to visit “Sarek?” Amanda’s
voice sounded giddy. “Um-huh,” he responded.
Kirk assumed his mouth was busy during this response. “There’s a holo-deck on board the Kirk shook his head.
He would never get the image of them on the holo floor out
of
his head
every time he used it. It was bad enough
that he would think of it every time he saw them or visited The End
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