Title: Eyes of the Soul 

Author: Bert Aka T'Vera 
Email: tverachasarek @ buckeye-express . com 

Website: http://mystories.landsofthedragon.com 
Series: TOS 
Pairing: Ch/Mc 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: This is simply a bit of Dribble, an erotic interlude. 
Disclaimer: I do not nor will ever own the Characters of Trek 


EYES OF THE SOUL

I took a deep breath; the scent of roses filled my nose. A soft gentle laugh filled my ears as I was
guided blindfolded to the bed we were to share. A voice heated with desire whispered into my ear,
"My dear, lay back." I was filled with desires to both please and fear of what I could not see. His
arms wrapped around me; gentle lips pressed against mine as he entranced me with his kiss. He leaned
me back upon the bed and carefully raised my hands above my head. Finally he raised his lips. "You
must remain like this a moment." He moved up a bit and I could feel his need for me pressed into my
belly. His shoulder length hair whisked across my breast tickling them. Naturally, I let out a
giggle and he laughed with me. Then he silenced me with, "Shhhh." He gently grabbed one of my hands
and tied it with what felt like satin strips. Soon its mate found itself contained in the same
fashion.

I felt him leave the bed, heard him walk across the flooring and open the closed door. He intended
to leave me there blindfolded. At first I panicked, but then I heard his voice again, "Ah, a treat
indeed, my sweet Christine covered with..." I felt the cold drizzle of a syrup on my body, starting
with my neck and winding down to my outer thighs, then up again. As it fell to my stomach, the
chilled liquid caused me to quiver. A low laugh came forth from his chest. He always seemed to love
how he could make me squirm. Soon there were pieces of fruit set in the hollows of my body. A final
piece rested on my lips--strawberry. My lips watered at the wonderful flavor.

"Now, my love, you must be still; do not let the fruit on your lips fall." As he spoke, he moved to
my neck where he treated himself. His feathering tongue tickled my neck and I found it quite hard not to
move. He knew how ticklish I was and what torture this would be for me. Soft lips sucked the
juices from the hollow of my neck. Teeth gently nibbled at the berry and my fair skin. With tender
care he moved across my breasts, partaking in their delicacies.

I moaned with desire as he moved south, nudging my thighs ever so slightly. Blinded by passion I
cried out his name through berry clenched teeth as he settled in to feast on his bare dessert. My
berry was nearly lost to my lustful sounds. All he could do was to chuckle and it vibrated the delicate
pearl he consumed. Riding higher all was lost to the desires he enthralled in me. I dare not
swallow, for his fruit still rested in my mouth, teeth gripped it tightly.

Somewhere time was lost to waves of unrelenting crescendos as he came to claim his final berry. I
cannot fully recall, my mind fogged from passion. The sweet taste of me on his lips as we joined in
a passion filled kiss filled my body with renewed longing even as I quivered from the shuddering
quakes of my first release I was freed, first my eyes, which gazes into the deepest blue I knew,
then my hands that ached to throw themselves around his body.

I reach over to find myself alone. A soft tear comes to my eye as IÊrealize my loverÊis only a
dream. A figment of the close working bond we shared. But those eyes, they haunt me day and night so
blue, so desired, the window to his soul. An apparition that will always elude me, working with Dr.
McCoy on the Enterprise.