Title: Eternity's First Frolic
Email: blueberrysnail @ yahoo
Betas: Thank you Hypatia and Blue for beta'ing, and
thank you to Chris and Auntie M for reading it over,
and to Birgit for reading it over AND having the idea
for the pairing ;-)
Series: Star Trek Everything :-P (TOS, TNG, DS9...)
Pairing: Spock/Jadzia, Kirk/Spock implied (are you
kidding? I wrote it, so duh. :-P), well, and J/W
implied of course.
Rating: NC-17 but mildish
Disclaimer: Everybody here belongs to Paramount, and
Heaven belongs to all of us.
Summary: What if Spock and Jadzia died at exactly the
same time? (Hypatia, you rock ~ thanks for the idea!)
Written for Birgit's Spock/Jadzia ASCEM challenge.
Eternity's First Frolic
Somehow, Ambassador Spock, lying sick in a bed
somewhere hidden in secrecy on Romulus, had a feeling
that this would be the last time he would ever cough.
There was much more thought given to the process of
dying this time around; decades ago in the middle of
the Mutara Nebula time had been precious, his thoughts
consumed in those few brief moments entirely with
fixing the warp reactor and saying goodbye to his
soulmate. But these past days of illness were
completely different. Young Romulans cared for their
old teacher as he lay slipping away from life before
them, and he was proud to look on them and note that
his work would almost certainly progress with at least
some kind of success during the next several years.
It was night, and they were all asleep now, even the
one now on guard at his side. He knew she hadn't meant
to doze off, and felt pity for the sorrow he knew she
would feel when she woke and discovered his presence
had melted away before her, and she had missed it. But
it was time for him; there was no need to fight it at
this point. All of his friends, his real friends, had
died long ago, and like a true Vulcan he hadn't let
himself grow less productive in his loneliness. But he
had done enough.
Eyes beneath slanted brows fluttered shut, and an aged
Vulcan with blood from two distant stars faded from
Spock's sight became flooded with a rush of light that
almost blinded him. He seemed to be weightlessly
floating. This was a place he remembered. And this
time, there was no reason to shut his eyes to the
light, no soul held prisoner back in the mortal world.
As he stared into the light, he gradually became
accustomed enough to make out faint outlines of
shapes. Patches of color floated amorphously in the
white expanse, some bright and flowery, some dark,
some faded. He looked down at his own body, and
reflected that he seemed to have returned to the age
he was when he had died the first time. *Heaven has an
amusing logic all its own,* he reflected. He continued
the study of his body. Everything seemed to have been
replicated from his original mortal body, with the one
obvious exception being the enormous pair of black
feathery wings that had grown out of his back. He
lifted his eyebrow as he absorbed the sight of them
from over his shoulder.
He hadn't lost his ability to sense emotion, and he
suddenly felt a strong wave of sadness that he knew
wasn't coming from him. Using his inherited telepathy
as a sort of celestial sonar, he sought out the source
of the despair.
Somewhere down and to the left.
He swam, or floated, or flew, in the direction of the
sorrow. There he found another angel, almost hiding
inside her white wings like a sleeping swan. The only
reason he knew she was female was because her hair
poured out of the top of where the wings met to hide
her head. It was dark hair, and very beautiful.
Spock watched her until the wings unfolded and her
face emerged. The spots on her face displayed her
Trill heritage, and she seemed somewhat familiar to
him somehow. "Jadzia Dax?" he asked.
She seemed completely stunned; floored. "Dax didn't
die. Just me, Jadzia. Ambassador Spock?"
"Your name and face are familiar to me from the war
reports. I see that Deep Space Nine has lost a very
talented and competent officer," he said softly.
Jadzia nodded sadly. "I didn't want to leave... but
Worf said the prayers for me and that's when I
couldn't hide it from myself anymore."
"I grieve with thee." Spock felt a little strange
saying these words on this side of death, but he felt
them all the same.
"Thank you," said Jadzia. "We were... going to have a
baby..." She turned to look at him fully in the face.
"Why are *you* here?"
"Illness," explained Spock. "I have been on Romulus
these last few years, teaching some of the younger and
more peaceable generation the Vulcan ways. Apparently
my body lacks resistance to some of their native
"I'm sorry." Jadzia was examining her own body, which
was suffering from a visually appealing lack of
clothing. Then she turned her eyes to Spock. "You look
much younger than the last Federation pictures I'd
"Yes, this was the way I looked at fifty-five," said
Spock. "The age I was at the first time I died."
"You sacrificed yourself for your friends," Jadzia
said. "I remember."
"Yes, that time."
"And Captain Kirk rescued you?"
"Is he here?"
"I arrived when you did. I have seen no one else."
Jadzia looked down and up across Spock's body again.
"Strange that you got stuck back at fifty-five again.
Who would have known Heaven would have a software
"Not one I particularly mind," said Spock.
"Spock... You've been here before. Do you know how it
works?" Jadzia looked earnestly into his eyes. "I want
to see Worf."
Spock's memories flew back a century into the resigned
nightmare of his first death. "My katra was still
chained to life," he said. "The afterlife for Vulcans
is complicated by our actual physiological posession
of what humans call a 'soul'."
"So in other words you have no idea." Jadzia said in a
voice full of utter despair. "This was all so sudden!
I wasn't prepared at all. This isn't real."
"It is real," said Spock calmly.
Jadzia reached out a graceful arm and touched his
shoulder, starting with surprise when her fingers
contacted warm, pliant flesh. "This feels like we're
still alive..." She shook her head and her eyes were
wet with tears. But she didn't cry them. Instead she
asked him, "Did you feel that?"
Spock remained silent for a moment, quantifying the
sensations her brief touch had inflamed. "The physical
sensations of touch seem to be quite-- amplified in
this plane of existence."
"Amplified and... transformed." Jadzia's brow
furrowed, as she used her other hand to touch her own
neckline. "It doesn't happen when I touch myself."
Concentrating on this new phenomenon was better than
collapsing back into her wings in tears, and
scientifically examining anything, even pleasure, was
a distraction that made her feel, well, alive again.
She still wanted to see Worf, more than anything, but
in order to function emotionally, she needed to seize
Spock offered her his hand. "May I...?" Jadzia nodded.
His hand floated up over to hers and followed parallel
the line hers had traced on her soft skin. Her eyes
rolled back in her head at the force of the feeling.
"It seems to require the touch of another."
"How... interesting..." Jadzia gasped. He continued
caressing her neck. She squeezed the place she was
already touching on his shoulder, and his breath
turned to gasps.
"What if the touch is extended?" Spock's deep voice
"Let's find out." Jadzia's hand slipped over its perch
on his shoulder and traced a tingling line down his
chest. He drew his hand up from her neck to cup the
side of her face.
Jadzia remembered the impression that seeing Spock in
person for the first time had made on her years ago,
when she and Sisko had been on their accidental
mission on the original Starship Enterprise. It was
rather titillating to get so turned on so suddenly in
public like that! Benjamin had thought she was looking
at Kirk at first, but it was the Vulcan who had caused
the heady rush of desire.
Now it seemed as if the desire was swirling around
them both. Jadzia glanced down at Spock's angelic
erection. It was glowing.
For some reason, that made sense too.
Spock followed her gaze down and collected it there
with his own. "If you are wondering, no, Vulcan
anatomy doesn't usually illuminate in moments of
arousal," he quipped.
Jadzia grinned a little, paused, and asked, "May I?"
Jadzia's hands finished their journey down Spock's
chest and across his abdomen. He twitched in
anticipation as her fingers flirted with his groin.
Finally she wrapped one hand around the shaft that was
both flesh and light, and pumped it a few times.
Spock explored the curve along the side of her body
with a hungry hand. "One does not tease a Vulcan," he
"I don't intend to," Jadzia whispered in reply.
Placing a hand on each side of his waist, Jadzia moved
her body so that his penis was aimed directly between
her legs. She groaned as she took him inside
completely, smoothly, wetly, and with all the strange
sensation of being immortal and literally floating in
They thrust against each other, tumbling
head-over-heels again and again in their weightless
world. Her breasts brushed against the hair on his
chest with each approach, tantalizing her nipples.
Sensing this, and also naturally attracted by her
breasts, he began to work at them with his fingers.
Like all the other sensations of this realm, the
caress was magnified and Jadzia moaned louder and
They slammed together faster and faster and finally
exploded together in a strange, total-body orgasm that
they could even feel in their fingernails, and the
tips of their hair...
As the spasms died away gradually, Spock could hear a
soft laugh coming from behind them. He opened his eyes
and turned his head.
The Kirk-angel, golden wings resplendent, floated to
his side. "Spock.... welcome home!"
"Jim... my t'hy'la.... Excuse me, Jadzia."
Jadzia helped untangle herself from Spock, and he flew
into Kirk's arms. "A friend of yours?" Kirk asked,
"A murdered Starfleet officer," said Spock. "Her name
"Captain Kirk!" Jadzia beamed. Somehow, in this new
reality that was heaven, the fact that she had just
had mind-blowing zero-G sex with his husband didn't
seem to produce any negative feelings in either her
mind, or anyone else's. Interesting. "It's an honor to
"Thank you, Jadzia. I'm sorry for what happened to
you, but I'm sure you did your duty with honor." Kirk
turned to look at the Vulcan he was holding. "What
about you, Spock? The Romulans finally carry out that
hundred-year-old death sentence they put on you back
"Stardate 5027.3, Captain. Ironically, yes, but not
intentionally. A native disease, which most Romulans
only suffer as a small childhood annoyance, has
replaced me to your side."
"For which I am most grateful," said Kirk. "But I am
"I am sorry you were alone for so long."
"Captain Kirk?" Jadzia broke in. "I've left my husband
behind on the space station... I'd like to see him. Do
you know how to do that?"
Kirk nodded and flashed her a smile. "Close your eyes
and pretend you're diving off a cliff into an endless
sea. When you open your eyes, you'll be floating over
"Thank you... thank you so much... both of you."
Jadzia looked into their faces, and then dove away.
Spock turned to Kirk. "There is much in this place
that I wish to explore further," said the Vulcan.
"For example, during my sexual encounter with Jadzia,
we were able to thrust against each other in an
environment totally devoid of gravity."
"I think whatever it is that's surrounding us helps us
amuse ourselves by... assisting us in such matters,"
Kirk said playfully.
"Have you discovered more about this place?"
"Plenty, Mr. Spock," said Kirk seductively.
"In that case, it is a good thing they call it
Note: I'm sorry I didn't tackle the issue of how she
was handling losing the symbiont, but I just don't
feel like I understand trills enough to do that right
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