The Cadet

Conflict

I was frozen in shock the instant Spock's lips touched mine. They were so soft and gentle, something I didn't expect from the Vulcan. He must have sensed my hesitation and began to pull away.

Oh what the hell.

I reached my hands up, wrapping them around his neck as I trapped him there, our lips locked. He returned my action with great eagerness. His hands grabbed my waist, pulling my body flush against his. There was something about the way my body melded with his that just felt right. I pulled his lips down into mine, as if I couldn't get close enough.

More.

Spock pushed me against a wall, lifting me up with little effort. I wrapped my legs around his hips as I dragged my fingers through his hair. His mouth suddenly overpowered mine, his tongue dominating my own. Something about the dominance made heat pool in my stomach. I gripped his shoulders as his lips trailed from my mouth to my jawline, nibbling on the skin there. A small gasp escaped my lips as he tugged on my hair, forcing me to lean my head to the side. He lowered his lips to suck on the sensitive skin on my neck and chest. I tightened my legs around him, surprised by the friction growing between us. I bit my lip to hold onto the moan that threatened to escape. I felt teeth brush my skin as he bit me in various places along my neck. I couldn't contain the moan that slipped past my lips. His hand quickly flew to my mouth, successfully silencing me as he continued to mark my neck.

I knew how Vulcans were with intercourse. It was possessive, territorial. Some people among the medical world may even say animalistic.

But this was not what I was expecting.

Spock was dominating, each ministration carefully calculated to make me crumble under his touch.

The warmth of his hand covering my mouth became near unbearable as his lips lowered to my exposed chest. I let another gasp escape as he began marking there, my lips brushing the soft skin of his palm.

He froze, his lips just hovering over a sensitive mark he had began. His hand moved slightly, his fingers brushing my lips. I knew how sensitive Vulcan hands were, believe me when I say I knew what I was doing when I sucked on his index finger as it trailed over my bottom lip.

It was like a bomb going off.

His mouth found mine, and he lifted me from the wall with incredible strength and practically slammed me down on the floor. I was thankful that Nan was a heavy sleeper. Spock kissed me like he was a dying man, and that kissing me was his last chance of survival. I didn't miss the pressure growing against my leg as he pushed his body close to mine, not even air between us. His hands ran under my shirt, feeling the skin beneath it and leaving a trail of fire with each touch. Fingers slipped just beneath the waist band of my jeans, but went no further.

Please.

I squirmed under his touch, my nails dragging down his back as if to give him a mark of my own. The fire in my belly was reaching unbearable temperatures as Spock toyed with me, his tongue trailing incomprehensible patterns on my neck. I let out another moan, this time his name slipping past in a matter that made me sound so desperate. I was. I wanted this. I craved it.

But as soon as I said his name, he leapt away from me. I sat up quickly, breathless as I took in his distressed state. His hair was sticking up at all angles, and he sat a good distance away from me, obviously struggling to control himself.

"Spock-"

"Forgive me Cadet, I have crossed a line. I promise that will never happen again." He said, standing and straightening his clothes.

I stood as well, trying to catch his eye to glare at him.

"So that's how you're going to be? You're going to leave a Pollock painting on my neck, and then toss me aside? Like a fucking whore?" I ranted, shoving him as I marched up to him. "Am I a joke to you? You think you can just play with me and then get rid of me? Like a toy?"

"You yourself admitted to doing just that moments ago."

I looked at him shocked.

Had he melded our minds without my permission?

A guilty look overtook Spock's face, proving my suspicions.

"You dare force your way into my mind and read my thoughts?! Without consent?!" I yelled, not caring if I woke Nan or half the block. "There's a reason I don't get close to anyone." I said, picking my my discarded jacket on the floor, not giving him a second glance. I didn't want him to see the tears that threatened to spill over my eyes.

"Because you don't want to get attached. You'd rather use people and then leave them. I saw it all." He replied, angry edge to his words.

"No." I said, meeting his eyes, a hard look set on him. If he thought he could play mind games with me and get away with it he was sorely mistaken. "Because all anyone can do is hurt me, and I'm done getting hurt."

I tried to brush past him, but he spoke again.

"No. You don't get attached because you have abandonment issues that occurred when your mother left you."

I whirled around and sent my hand open palmed to slap him. It didn't make contact because he stopped it with his own hand. He gave me a serious look I had never seen on him before. A dangerous look.

"Don't. Do that again."

I wanted to rip my hand away and tear him to pieces, but the grip he had on my arm was too strong, and there was little fight left in me. Perhaps he had actually smothered my flame into nothing but embers.

"Let me go." I whispered through clenched teeth. "Unless you want to see what I can do without a referee."

Spock didn't respond, but released my hand, his eyes burning holes in my back as I slammed the door behind me. I was utterly exhausted and wanted nothing more than to crawl into a ball and never leave my bed. I collapsed on my bed, and for the first time in my life, I cried over some stupid man who had hurt me more than I cared to admit.