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The closer they got to the planet, the stronger the fire burned in Jim and the stronger the arousal was.
It wasn't all bad, though, after all, those years, after dozens of doctors and hundreds of medications, his headaches were finally diminishing. No longer was Jim in a constant state of pain.
Well, except for this exact situation.
"Captain Pike here. We are approximately two hours away from the planet Vulcan. Estimated arrival time, 1400 hours. All decks prepare to enter and maintain orbit. That is all, Pike out." The comm ends.
"Thank heavens. If I had to spend another day on this flimsy flying hunk of metal I'd go mad."'Ah, good ole Bones, keeping everyone's mood light. "Don't you ever miss the feel of sunlight or fresh unfiltered air?"
Dr Boyce hands McCoy a well-needed drink from who knows where and keeps one for himself. They both take slow sips, savouring the taste and relishing in the alcoholic side effects. "I'm not proud to say it, but you get used to it a couple months in."
"What happened to keeping the human in humanity?" McCoy mutters under his breath.
The doors swoosh open and in walks Turak. He takes one notice of the drinks and raises an eyebrow. "I do believe the consumption of alcoholic beverages while on duty is against several regulations and policies."
Dr Boyce pours another glass and offers it to Turak. "Those rules specifically specify recreational drinking. Medicinal drinking, however, is far game."
"I must refuse. Fortunately, Vulcans do not obtain the pleasure you humans derive from such beverages." Turak politely pushes the glass away. Dr Boyce shrugs and throws back the contents in one gulp.
"Everything makes so much more sense." McCoy chuckles. "No wonder you hobgoblins are so uptight, none of you can get drunk!"
Turak turns his attention to McCoy. "I did not say that Vulcans can not get 'drunk', just that alcohol has no affect as our body metabolizes the chemicals much quicker than humans. However there are other alternatives if one wishes to get 'drunk.'"
McCoy grins mischievously. "Good to know."
•••
Jim beams down, standing, with Bones and Dr. Boyce on either side of him, propping him up. Turak volunteered to join the group as a guide.
The very first thing Jim noted was the thin, hot air. To his surprise, it was much easier to breathe than on Earth. He didn't even receive a tri-ox compound.
"We have landed in the city of ShiKahr. Unfortunately, a short walk is required to reach our final destination." Turak announces, briefly checking his tricorder readings. "We will head east."
"My love, I am waiting for thee."
Jim's eyes open in shock. His vision was bombarded with all the light, colour and movement he'd grown unaccustomed too. The sensations left his head light.
What was that? Could that be the mystery Vulcan communicating with him like Turak said?
"Oh hey!" Bones meets Jim's eyes for the first time in a while. He'd almost forgotten how lovely his friend's eyes were; in a completely platonic way of course. "We're almost there, just hold on for a little while longer."
Jim nods in understanding, and they all begin on their small trek. He ended up half-walking, and half-being drug across the ground by McCoy and Dr Boyce, leaving a trail of red dust behind Jim's feet.
Even though Jim was able to use his vision again, he didn't. His eyes relaxed and settled into a slightly cross-eyed, blurry gaze. While all other members of the landing party were enjoying the scenic desert of Vulcan with its unique architecture and historical landmarks, Jim could care less. Only one thing was on his mind, and not even the distractions of a foreign planet could break his focus. Nothing could stop him from reaching his goal.
He really needed to get laid.
"We are close." Turak flips his communicator on. "Landing party to enterprise. Come in Enterprise."
"Enterprise here-" a distorted reply comes. "-go ahead"
"Please inform the ambassador and his wife that we will be arriving shortly."
"Will do, is that all sir?"
"Yes. That is all."
"Very well, Enterprise out."
Turak flips the communicator again and this time it closes.
It took only a few more minutes before they made it. Only a door stood between Jim and his mystery soulmate, determining their fate. The stakes were exceptionally high; they were life or death.
None of them even had a chance to knock before the door was urgently opened. A lady appears on the other side, poised with stature and class. Her face remained emotionless by human standards, the only sign of distress were the soft worry lines adoring her skin. "Please, come in. We must bring them together immediately, I believe plak tow has already begun."
Jim could no longer hear properly, the only words he picked up were Vulcan. The rapid, thundering of his heart pumping blood through his body and the thick haze of sexual tension was enough to drown out most noises to his naked ears.
The woman steps towards Jim, making sure to meet his eyes and smiles politely. "My name is Amanda, and I know what you're going through. I have a Vulcan of my own." The glow of affection was impossible to miss. "You need to know that Vulcans are a very possessive species, especially during pon farr. This means that during the remainder of the fever you will have no outside contact. Anything you will need should already be in the room." Amanda explains to Jim in fluent Vulcan. Somehow he understood and heard every word with crisp clarity. "I have just a few more more things you should know. You'll be constantly pushed to your physical and mental limits, and your stamina will completely deplete but remember to keep going, don't lose hope. Now, you will become bonded over to course of the fever. This means, that under Vulcan law and customs, you legally married and there is no going back. There are divorces like back on Earth; you will be joined in the heart, soul and mind for eternity. Do you understand?"
Jim grunts impatiently. He'd deal with all the technical details when he's not deteriorating by the second. This was enough for Amanda.
"Alright boys, I'll take him from here." She dismissed McCoy and Boyce. "It'd be a horrific scene if my son saw two strangers with hands on his mate."
Amanda wraps one arm around Jim's waist and slings one of his arms around her shoulder. Then they begin walking up a large staircase. Every few steps Jim would fumble with anticipation and nervousness.
Upon reaching the second floor Jim gently excuses himself from Amanda's hold and stands on his own for the first time in days. He even musters up the courage to take the few remaining steps into his lover's bedroom.
Now here he was, face to face with a Vulcan stranger, about to do unspeakable things for their life.