Never Parted (Part 5 of 5) [18+]

Posted on 03 Dec 2024 @ 9:08pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor
Edited on on 03 Dec 2024 @ 9:09pm

4,221 words; about a 21 minute read

Mission: Episode 20 - Reconstruction
Location: Remidia I - Northern Hemisphere, Creek Bed
Timeline: MD 07, 1550 hrs

Previously, on Never Parted (Part 4)...

"No running...no escape." If this was somehow, inexplicably, Lamar's fate--on the very back of a wondrous joining that made her feel whole again--then it was one they would share. "I will not leave you here alone, adun." Sera shut her eyes, not needing them to see the ruin of his flesh--that would be indelibly burned into her memory for as long as she lived--and in surrender, dropped her head back, exposing her throat to the ruined creature and raised her palms upwards as if offering herself as a supplicant for sacrifice.

Adun. "...Adun'a....." his final words croaked before his hanging figure started to involuntarily spasm in his final moments. "AahhHH!"

And Now, the Conclusion...

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Reality suddenly burst back into the fold and shattered the hellscape's matrix. Within the tent, Lamar's dilated dark brown eyes snapped open and he gasped before sucking in air in a series of hyperventilating respiratory cycles. His nude body was rigid and the surface of his sleeping bag damp with sweat while he took in the new surroundings and propped his torso up on his forearms.

He found Sera sitting on her knees next to him, her hand remained in light contact on his chest while her eyes were fixed upon something unseen. She was still...somewhere else and her normally serene expression appeared stricken. Lamar felt the quivering of her hand against his skin, but her eyes remained out of focus. Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of her flushed face, and her breathing came out in irregular heaves as if she had somehow forgotten how to adequately perform respiration. As Lamar pushed himself up on his elbows her hand slipped off his sweat slicked chest and she blinked furiously returning to herself.

"La...Lamar. You're..." Her words failed her. Hesitantly Sera reached back out to touch him again as if afraid he would somehow morph back into the tortured horror. He felt real under her touch. "You're safe..." She dove on him, knocking Lamar off his elbows to his back again, clutching his sweat soaked body to hers and he felt a desperate relief pour through him.

A soft wheeze sounded from his chest when her body weight firmly collapsed atop him. Her skin felt cool and damp. Clammy. But alive. Lamar could feel the uneven breaths in her lungs rising and falling against him but even more importantly an overwhelming sense of concern for his well being. He couldn't quite remember what'd happened and how he'd come to be inside of the tent. They'd cooked, made love in the forest then...oh. The Jem'Hadar. Were they still out there? No, something else had transpired he was missing. Something even more terrifying. "Sera, wh-what happened..?"

"I cannot say." Sera responded after a moment's silence. How could she even begin to put into words what she had just experienced, and why would she want to? Transparency equaled removal from duty, no doubt; a forcible return to Vulcan. That was fundamentally repugnant now given such newly formed attachments. Yet, he deserved honesty. She pushed herself up and regretfully moved away from him curling her arms about knees pulled up in a subconscious manner to protect all of the vital organs within her core.

"That is incorrect." She amended. "You became quite...irrational. I had to perform a nerve pinch to get you into the tent. You appeared to be in distress. I...I tried to provide comfort and stability." The subtle tremors had graduating to full blown overt shivering. "You were...somewhere else in your mind. It...it was cold, and smelled of decay. Sharp hands were everywhere. I fell. Everywhere they touched it burned and tore..." Sera shut her eyes, as if cutting off her sense of sight would somehow lessen what she had experienced. "You were in ruin." It was uttered in a whisper. "Please...please do not ask me to provide further details."

Lamar tried to analyze her words which sounded vague and distorted in nature but his discombobulated state of mind had trouble forming a coherent narrative. Was she speaking in metaphors? That wouldn't be like her, or any Vulcan that he'd known. One thing was for certain, however, and that was the distress she was both physically and emotionally conveying through their bond. "Somewhere else," he quietly mumbled while frowning. "Cold...decay...ruin," he sounded out her descriptors then suddenly his eyes widened and his breath caught in his chest. "Oh no, Sera... Were you...there?"

"There...yes." She answered. There was a good of a descriptor as any. It was certainly far more banal than, say, 'hell scape,' yes? "I...had to find you. You were in such...torment."

He maneuvered his body to face her redacted form and brought himself back up to a sitting position with his legs splayed open. A cool shiver rippled from his head to his toes and goosebumps materialized across his dark-toned epidermis. One of his hands gestured for her to approach him in solidarity. "Come here, Sera," he softly whispered, longing for her contact and to comfort her. "I didn't want you to see that... It happened on the cold station a couple weeks before I met you."

Sera did not move for a moment, and inwardly was debating the necessity of acceding to his request. Finding no logical reason to refuse him she slowly moved into the circle of his body and did her best to relax within his arms. "I understand, Lamar...there are things in my mind I would rather you never see either."

Her feminine scent and close proximity reinforced their close bond and her body's warmth felt both soothing and comforting. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her in closer before resting his temple against the crown of her head. His opposite hand slowly stroked her long braided hair which pooled atop the sleeping mattress. "No, you don't understand. What you saw was..." A sigh and pull of his arm squished her closer against his chest. "I can't get rid of it, whatever it is. Whatever that thing is. Every night I dream about it but I'm not sure they're dreams."

Sera considered how best to reply to Lamar. "When Viruk died...I experienced something terrible. It drove me mad. I could not reconcile it. I was told the healers had to excise the memory from my mind in order to restore stability. All I have are slivers of fragments...cold...the smell of death, old and new...sounds that engendered a fear so primal it could not be controlled with Logic. I experienced the same things in your mind. I do understand, adun."

She gently pushed herself away so she could turn and look him in the eyes. "You will not be there alone."

He listened and tried to empathize. He could, in a most strange manner, feel the direct emotions behind her words surrounding her cerebral state in the wake of her first husband's demise. But as somber as Viruk's haunting memories sounded and occasionally parlayed into his mind through their emotional connection, something else was at play in the conn officer's head. Lamar cuddled her body close and began to softly stroke the entirety of her long, lithe back. "No...you don't understand," he bleakly whispered. "It's not just a memory. It's real and it won't let go of me. I went somewhere on that cold station where none of us were supposed to go. I think...I brought it back. To our side."

Sera was not sure how to answer him, but his words concerned her. "What do you mean? I do not sense anything...other in you."

Lamar git his teeth and huffed though his nose against her ear while making sure his arm captured her body so she couldn't escape what he was about to say. "...It's not in me, it's a part of me," he revealed through a shaky breath. "This thing, whatever it is - it crossed the boundary of its existence into ours. That's what they were experimenting with on the cold station. Once it touches you? I think that gives it a vector to enter our world." Frustratedly he shook his head, his chin rubbing atop her hair. "Sera, we found something bad over there and we brought it back with us. At least...I did." Maybe plain words were better to be spoken. "If you saw what you describe then I think it found you, too. Maybe through our bond."

She felt his grip tighten, and she wanted to pull away - to refute what he was saying. However, to deny something because it was too uncomfortable--or terrifying--to reconcile was not logical. Like anything that has happened since you requested this assignment was logical? He's right you know. It's in you. Whatever it is. And there's no gouging out your soul to get rid of it now. Perhaps you should have taken the airlock?

"Kaiidth, Lamar. What is, is." She responded after a far too long amount of silence. "Then we shall keep each other company in hell."

"No, I don't want to go back there," he adamantly shook his head. "Help me... Help us. You can do your mind meld thing again, right? Banish this thing from our universe?" He was grasping at straws right now but the reality of living with this torment until his death and possibly beyond - and that of Sera's - was something he couldn't come to terms with.

She reached out with her fingers and tried to soothe him in a Vulcan manner. Sera could not help; not in the manner he was suggesting. It was an impotent feeling. "I am incapable of doing what you ask, Lamar. That is not how a mind meld works."

The answer he was hoping to avoid hearing penetrated his soul and caused a wave a defeat to sweep through him. He closed his dark brown eyes tightly then gently rocked his wife back and forth with him in a consolatory gesture. "...I should have warned you," he whispered in a guilt-laden and shaky tone. "...Should have protected you from this."

"Perhaps I can help you...keep it at bay?" Sera was unsure if she could do anything of the sort. She was no bastion of psychological strength, but Lamar needed her. His well being was hers; they were tied together, now. This time she did push away from him, but only to look into his eyes.

"I have no answers to what you have just informed me of. Yes - it would have been...appreciated to have had some transparency, but ultimately I do not believe it would not have mattered, adun. I warned you of things as well - and it made no difference in the end, did it?" She lightly ran her fingertips over his face in a gentle caress--not for the intent of entering his mind again. Sera wasn't quite up for that foray.

It would appear they were both 'doomed' characters in what had become quite the tale of woe. It was in keeping with her life experiences up onto this point in her life. "It is simply more of a reason to exist in the moment. I find I derive a significant amount of satisfaction engaging with you...more than is necessary, certainly." The past could not be changed, and while she was here, in his embrace, it was almost easy to ignore what had just occurred. Perhaps that was all they could hope for, now?

His dark eyes softened and lowered before closing while he tilted his head into her affectionate touch. She'd just been subjected to his innermost demons in a most literal sense and hadn't run away in the slightest from this new challenge. He reached up and placed his hand over hers, the warmth returning in his veins and blending to her. "Being with you is more than I ever hoped when I first saw you," he started to confess, softly squeezing her fingers. "I didn't know any Vulcans growing up. Always thought your people were cold-natured and didn't want to give us Humans the time of day because we're too illogical," he chuckled before glancing back up into her beautiful blue eyes. "I love you, Sera; there's no shame in admitting you love me too. We have to find a way to get this thing out of our heads and we'll do it together."

Sera tilted her head slightly in a nonverbal gesture of agreement. "That is a logical deduction." She referred to...well...perhaps both of his statements? Ultimately, she was uncertain. 'Love' was a rather alien sentiment. They were silent for a time, just basking in the calm--and solidarity--of their shared company. However, as it is with all things, the moment ended. "Lamar...I can think of another activity we could perform together..."

"Are you hungry again? Do you want another burger?" he verbally wondered with piqued curiosity. She'd eaten the first one and...enjoyed it? His stomach rumbled at the prospect of more food. "I can light up the grill again and cook for you."

Sera raised a brow. Food? Again? How much sustenance were humans required to ingest on a daily basis, exactly?

"I am not hungry for food." Sera removed her hand from his face and forced herself to exhale quietly so as to not outwardly convey her disappointment. She thought she had been transparent in her declaration but apparently he had foodstuffs on his mind. A more direct approach was necessary. "I was referring to sexual intercourse, Lamar."

"Oh." Right. He was hungry but wouldn't mind another meal of a different sort. A soft twitch and increase of blood flow in the placid phallus between his legs betrayed his instant acceptance. He sheepishly grinned then leaned in and kissed her for what now felt like the first time in days. Her plush and soft lips...the elegant lines across her defined cheeks...her so very subtle alien scent. He closed his eyes then slipped his warm tongue into her mouth and lapped to find purchase against her.

Lamar wasn't the most intuitive of beings Sera had ever engaged with, however, what he lacked in that he made up for in flexibility and enthusiasm. She eagerly returned his kiss, making a highly satisfied sound deep in her throat. It was a most agreeable distraction. It was hard to be concerned over horrors of the mind when one was engaged in such an activity.

"Turn around and bend over," he whisper-ordered half into her mouth then into the tent's cool air when their kiss sloppily broke. "I want to see you from behind." It'd been so long since they'd engaged in a primal coitus position that he craved the experience with the utmost necessity.

Sera dipped her chin in silent acquiescence and turned around as ordered. Looking over her shoulder, she regarded him with a subtle softening of her features. "Is the view acceptable?" She inquired innocently while purposefully shifting her hips slightly. Her behavior was quite un-Vulcan-like, however, with Lamar it felt...reasonable. Necessary, perhaps. His happiness, although an illogical sentiment, was essential to her.

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Lamar gazed upon Sera's backside while contently marveling at the familiar sight of her physique. The anterior muscles of her toned thighs alluringly flexed while she positioned herself and her flawless golden-hued-infused buttocks was an apex of Vulcan genetics. A discreet peppering of her brown pubic hair revealed itself and outlined her slit which she casually moved from side to side in a teasing and inviting manner.

"Adun'a," he softly spoke, now fully erect and walking on his knees to settle behind her. One hand reached out to caress her lower back then settle around her starboard rib cage while the other grasped his manhood and began to rub it up and down across her lips.

Yes. This was far more important than the terrors she had just been subjected to. Apparently physiological imperatives outweighed psychological traumas; this was good to know. Perhaps it could be used to help distract...therapeutically speaking. Lamar would benefit, would he not? This teasing that he insisted on performing prior to copulation was somewhat frustrating. She may have made a small groan in protest.

Ever so slowly he leaned forward and centimeter by centimeter slid inside of her confines. His attention focused on her long and elegantly-braided ponytail which cascaded across the side of her back down to the surface of the sleeping mattress. A lengthy and pleasurable warm sensation surrounded the entirety of his shaft until it pressed firmly against her barrier. He paused, this time leaning his torso down over her back and kissing the back of her shoulder blade.

Sharp-nailed hands gripped at the sleeping bag unzipped under her. There might have been some small damage inflicted upon the fabric from her ministrations to keep still, and patient, while Lamar slowly filled her. His restraint was most undesirable. The kiss should be a bite, the controlled movement should be a brutal thrust, He should--

Sera bit back a disappointed sound as her instincts 'voiced' their displeasure at the way her mate was going about this. Innate instincts and desires warred with the new reality of the life she had selected for herself. Lamar was not Vulcan, and he never would be. Just as she could not be a human woman for him. Dipping her head down, Sera tried to release the growing frustration with a soft exhalation and shut her eyes.

The lack of visual stimulus normally helped her focus and center herself, but now it was filled with licking flames which cast malevolent shadows into the periphery of her mental vision. Gods, she was burning.

A slow gyration of his hips withdrew himself then pushed forward followed by a series of consecutive and mimicking motions which leisurely increased in both pace and intensity. Every long moment Lamar spent within her body, the more viscerally he could experience their newly-formed connection. He felt...a sensation of discontentment transferring from her. Exasperation? He pushed himself hard into her loins then tilted her head to the side so he could capture her mouth with his own.

His motions, even his whole demeanor shifted in a subtle yet tangible manner. Yes. Much better. Purred the primal creature within her. Sera had fallen so far, so quickly, she couldn't yet even recognize how fundamental the changes were at play within her psyche from the unplanned--and perhaps poorly executed--relationship with Lamar.

What did they say - even Sarek, the Great and Mighty S'chn T'gai Sarek of Clan Hgrtcha, was transformed by the bond with his human wife, Amanda. Sera was no Sarek. Sera was not a strong and capable acolyte of 'Logic.' This was certainly a concern for 'future' Sera, but she would be foolish to ignore the subtle frisson of alarm that sounded at the consideration of this.

A particularly driving thrust drew out a guttural sound which was quickly silenced as he kissed her. This. This was all that mattered. Everything else? Her fraying 'Logic,' her lack of control, the terror that now lurked in the recesses of her mind, none of it mattered. This was the high she had been seeking. An obliteration of self through physical sensation. Pleasurable physical sensation.

It was an awkward position, certainly, but Sera was more flexible than a human female - so she was able twist herself ever so slightly to adequately return his mouth kiss with a gusto worthy of Lamar's own passions.

Her muted moan finished reverberating in his mouth while he closed his eyes and lapped her tongue with affection only reserved between spouses. Sera was a foreign creature to him in many ways but her sexual appetite was so very humanly familiar...perhaps exceedingly so. Lamar could now sense her dissatisfaction wavering, replaced by what he could only interpret as passion. Between them? Or solely within her? Fortunately the invisible tendrils of her psyche were well-ingrained into his head and he quickly interpreted what she wanted. A hard break of their kiss produced a soft slop within the tent after which he straightened his torso upright then gripped both of her forearms. He pulled them back alongside his waist and along with them, her head, chest and abdomen which rose into the air fully. Fingers tightened around her biceps and triceps while he accelerated to a rapid and firm pace. Hard clapping against her posterior now echoed within the tent while she rocked forward then back, braced by his hold on her arms.

Lamar's creativity regarding mating continued to surprise her. This current position took away any physical advantage she possessed as a Vulcan. His grip on her arms was firm enough that it would leave bruising. Visual proof of their passion here would play out upon her skin, and the thought excited her in a very illogical way. Sera shut her eyes, allowing other senses to come to the forefront. In this moment, there was no past or future, and there were no horrors lurking in the periphery. Just this. Them. Together. The pursuit of sensation.

Exhalations from physical exertion huffed from between Lamar's lightly parted lips. Each rapid and forceful pelvic push into her increased in depth and intensity while their coital crescendo approached its apex. The rhythmic pounding drowned out the sound of the nearby creek bed's rustling water and swaying tree canopy leaves until all that remained was the chorus of sex. A build up of pressure in his groin accompanied a pleasurable shiver which indicated it would soon be time. His right hand released her arm then moved to grip her neck and jawline, pulling it back to tilt her head upward.

Sera's eyes fluttered open when he changed his grip. He commanded her movement with the hold he had on her neck and jaw; firm but controlled...well, almost. Ah...no, not quite. Oh yes, this. Lamar was close; she was close. This manner of sharing - it was addicting. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, then closer still until she tipped over into a back arching orgasm.

The physical manifestations of her climax involuntarily rippled through her body and were shared in their entirety through their close cognitive and corporeal proximity. Her near-upright torso arched and her chest pushed out while her back curved. The hand around her throat traveled down across her breasts then to her exposed, firm abdomen before tightly gripping the side of her waist. Lamar squished his eyes shut then grunted when his release came. "...Adun'a..." Bursts of his seed erupted into her core while he passionately pushed his hips flush against her rear end.

Sera was lost for a time in physical pleasure. She heard his utterance, and made a small well-sated sound in response. He was hers and she was his, and all was well in this brief moment of mutual satisfaction. "That...that was most agreeable."

"Agreeable...yeah," he whispered in between pants while resting his forehead against the back of her shoulder. He finally retreated from her loins and slipped out before collapsing on his side and pulling her with him down onto the sleeping mattress. His head felt hazy. Satisfied by the lingering rush of sexual dopamine but also weak from the floral hallucinogenics and...the other side. "Stay with me here for a while," he whispered, a sheen of sweat still lubricating his form while he closed his eyes with fatigue.

Sera was pulled onto her side and she smoothly moved so that she was curled up alongside his still heaving form. That he appeared to be so physically affected was quite acceptable. "Where else would I go?" Sera replied languidly as she reached behind herself, along his form until she found his hand and pulled his arm across her. This was most assuredly not the Vulcan way, but it felt...necessary...desirous, even.

The warmth from her body within their cuddled embrace helped alleviate the chills which were resurfacing in his head. He pulled her lithe form tightly against him while shakily releasing an apprehensive breath. Her question - rhetorical or not - deserved a candid reply.

Lamar fearfully whispered, "To the other side..."

Sera wanted to pull away, to look upon Lamar's face and reassure him, yet the lassitude continued to pull at her and she recognized just how tired she was. Entwining their fingers in a human manner she observed often between romantically involved pairs, Sera firmed up her grip of his hand and she attempted to send along reassurance through their newly minted connection.

"...Parted from me and never parted..." She responded to him in a sleepy, unguarded tone. "We will face this together."

[OFF]

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Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo-A

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CWO3 Lamar Darius
Conn Officer
USS Galileo-A
[PNPC Tarin]

 

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