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Sheila knew she was going to have to talk to K’avir at some point. The only reason she hadn’t done so was because she was busy with work. There was so much to be done; it was time for crew physicals and she and her staff had a daily, constant flow of patients. K’avir was still her combat instructor and she had her lessons regularly, nightly if possible, as had been the case since before they became intimate.
Sheila was woman enough to admit that while the sex between them was so very hot, so very intense and so very amazing, she couldn’t handle K’avir every single night. She could definitely hang with her big Vulcan lover a few nights a week, but every night would have her bowlegged and that wasn’t a cool look with her new boots. Just within the past four weeks, she’d made up four years’ worth of stockpiled orgasms. K’avir knew what to do and how to do it and she appreciated that he was a man about it. And even though her time with Lenny had not been a blissful experience, Sheila appreciated it now because she could definitely say what she didn’t want in a man or a relationship. K’avir was nothing like Lenny. He was the strong, silent type, he never laid a malicious hand on her, and he could maintain an erection.
At first, she was thrilled that she was getting laid—expertly so—by a man as appealing as K’avir, and she was content with that. But she was a woman, all woman, and she realized that she needed more than sex to balance her life. She knew that K’avir wasn’t the kind of man who could do intimacy or romance; he just wasn’t built that way. He was extremely intelligent and irritatingly logical; he was Vulcan after all. As a result, he was taciturn in most forms of expression other than fighting and fucking, and after that, he normally went to sleep. He wasn’t the flowers and candy type; not that Sheila wanted him to be, but she knew that she couldn’t continue to be content with just having sex. She was ready for more; craved more and she needed to tell him that. What he would do about it, she wasn’t sure, but the fact was that he needed to know that she was ready for a real relationship.
She was going to mention it tonight during their session.
***
He stood before her, beautiful, and as usual, fine as hell in his Imperial-issue T-shirt and microfiber warmups. K’avir’s shirt wasn’t tight, but it did little else to downplay the magnificence that was his chest. She stood about six feet away from him, in her shorts and tank top, knotted between her breasts to expose her abs. Ever since he revealed to her that he was aroused by her contusions from their fights, she made sure to show as much skin as possible during her lessons. Sheila never hid her bruises, as she was proud of them because each one represented another fight style she was mastering. Everyone knew that K’avir was her instructor and that he was a hard-ass, so no one asked her about it. But K’avir told her the first night they had sex that he was turned on when she fought back and from the evidence of their sessions, and so she used it as an advantage. Any advantage would do, because even though he was fucking her brains out three times a week, he was even harder on her now.
“Hit me,” he said. “Anything goes.”
“Is that right?” she asked.
“Hit me. If you can.”
Sheila smiled and paused, moving into a stance. He countered, staring at her. She had her hair secured in a knot on top of her head and he took a moment to look at the bruise on her breast that peeked out over the edge of her tank top. That one wasn’t from their lessons. She came hard, kicking, turning and punching. He blocked and countered, spinning her away. She hit the mat, but didn’t miss a beat. She came at him again, combining a number of techniques, fists and feet flying. He blocked, countered, ducked and put her on the mat again. She popped back up and came at him once more, lunging. That time she knocked him over and landed on top of him. Sheila stared into K’avir’s amber eyes for a moment and he let her have it before scissoring his legs around her body and throwing her off. He popped up and she did as well, smiling at him in a way that never failed to stir his primal urges. “Come on,” she beckoned.
She was feisty tonight. It was going to be a good session.
A few minutes later, she was on the mat again, breathing hard. He stared down at her. Sheila decided to put it out there while she caught her breath.
“K’avir, I need to ask you something. It’s important.”
“What is it?”
“What am I to you?”
“Pardon?”
“What am I to you? Am I anything other than a…fuck buddy?”
“Fascinating choice of words.”
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“What am I to you?”
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Please clarify your question.”
“Are we more than just sex partners? Am I your woman?”
K’avir held out his hand and she took it, pulling herself up. Sheila looked at him, into his gorgeous eyes and wished for a heartbeat that she could read his mind. Or at least his expression. He stared at her for a very long moment. “You stimulate me,” he said.
Sheila looked at him, frowning. “Is that all?”
K’avir looked at her, over her, and then into her eyes after taking a deep breath. “Sheila. You are fully aware of my desire for you.”
She closed her eyes. His voice was such that she could get lost in its mellifluous tone and caramel cadence, especially when he talked to her after they had sex. He always said things like, “You please me, Sheila,” or “I must have you,” or “Give me more of you.”
K’avir gripped her hand and spun her into his arms. Sheila closed her eyes at the feel of being crushed against him; for he was safe and it was good. His lips were against hers, his hands all over her, moving, squeezing and she moaned, putting her arms around his neck. He was 100% Vulcan and a full telepath, so she knew he could sense her insecurity, but she could not pick up anything concrete from him. His kisses were electric, his hands fire, and she decided to feel for now and ask questions later.
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