PrisonerofVengeance Part 5 Celestial Surrender Sc4

I stood there, heart pounding, breath quickened, alone on the darkened bridge with Khan, his eyes closed, my head careening from all that he had said. He'd made it so easy for me to walk away, or so he thought, and I'm sure any other Starfleet Cadet wouldn't have had to think twice. But if I learned anything at Starfleet, it was that I was no ordinary cadet. The longer I waited, the more worried he became, scrunching up his nose with his next breath. For the first time, since I'd met him, Khan was afraid.



I walked towards him with slow, careful steps, and I could tell his mind was quick at work, trying to tell if these steps moved away from him or to him. What was I doing? Here was my perfect chance to get the coordinates, just by lifting a finger to the Navigation Screen. From there all I had to do was rush down to the hangar, take the beacon in my hands, and with quick fingers, declare my freedom. I took more steps forward. Yes, that was what I should have done, what I'd longed to do for soooo long. However, I felt myself abandoning that hope that had sung me to sleep every night, in order to reach out for a new dream. Khan didn't know what was going to happen, and neither did I, but I was an explorer and nothing excited me more than not knowing, especially if it meant discovering it together with him. More steps. Oh Khan, I NEVER would have fought your kiss that day in the desert. Even before my mind knew who you were, my heart knew that I wanted you. You say I have a choice, but the truth is....... I really don't. I never did.



I stepped lively, quicker and faster, my wildly curly tendrils falling in my face, and I watched his silent, apprehensive form as unmoving as a statue, his features, deep in concentration, nose still scrunched up, lost as to whether his cadet was listening to her head, or to her heart. I stepped quieter then, suddenly curious of how he would react, if he couldn't have me. What would he do if he'd thought I had left him? I had a rare chance to see what it would be like if I said no. I inched towards him slowly now, soundlessly, watching his face intently. He craned his neck, trying to hear what was going on, but was met with only silence.



I crept in front of him, my footsteps not making even the slightest sound. He squeezed his eyes closed tighter, painfully, the deafening silence surrounding him in what he thought was my absence, my rejection. His entire countenance fell, disheartened and he hugged his arms to his chest, breathing in an angry sigh. His nose scrunched up, flaring with indignation, fury, but when he lowered his head, defeated, it was in brokenhearted sorrow. It was killing me slowly, and I saw his shoulders heaving, feeling disgraced, and I could finally take it no longer, this lie, this pretense, and my heart panged with his imagined slights. My hand flew lightening fast to his face, my palm on his cheek needing to end this torture. Needing him to know, I was here, and that I always would be.



He flinched, with my touch, not at all expecting it, his head turning sharply to the side, in confused shock. He let out a relieved twitter of a laugh, and smiled gratefully, inspiring my most adoring of grins. I brought my other hand up to touch the other side of his face and he twitched again, startled, turning his head back the other way. Holding that devastatingly handsome, and grinning face in my hands, I knew which kiss I had to give him somehow. A kiss that assured him that I felt everything that he'd felt, if not more, that I had never wanted anything so much in my life as I wanted him. A kiss that would convince him.......... that I was done trying to run, that I chose him now, above everyone else. Let Starfleet do what they may, but in that moment I decided, they would never know my return.



I took a deep breath. By stepping towards him earlier, I had been running to the edge of a very high cliff towering over the misty abyss of a tumultuous sea. This kiss, was me jumping off it. No turning back. I brought my lips tantalizingly close to his, surprisingly confident, considering I had only done this once before, and I hadn't even really known what I was doing. Khan parted his lips, eyes still closed, and I felt excited, him not knowing when it would happen, creating the wonder of spontaneity.



"There's so many reasons this can't happen......" I said with bated breath, still cradling his face in my hands. He smiled with just the corner of his mouth, eyes still closed. "There's only one reason that matters....... You want it to."



I am yours, Khan Noonien Singh, I thought, dizzyingly, nodding, taking the jump, and brought my lips to his tenderly, their luscious full warmth taking my breath away. The moment my lips met his, Khan kissed me back hard, nearly forcing me backward, grabbing the back of my wildly curly head, trying to take control. Whoah easy there, Tiger, don't interrupt, just yet. I thought, giggling, and lightly whisked my fingers across the soft, pale skin of his neck, trying to slow him down, trying to show him a stroll could be just as invigorating as a run. He grunted in protest at first, but then I felt his lips relax, smirking against mine, his hand releasing the back of my head, falling through my silken curls, darting instead around my waist, letting me keep control of the kiss, realizing that it was my love letter to him. The sentiment I had only been able to write with my eyes before tonight. I wanted to kiss him in a way no one ever had before, and he sensed it.



Gingerly I moved my lips over his with the lightest touch, and then pressed against them, turning my curly head, the Predarea Ceresc Waltz filling my mind, as I took his lips very tenderly, very lovingly, relishing their taste, their feel, and he followed along, letting me lead him just as I'd done in the dance. I parted my lips, and he did too, and using mine I brought them together and apart again and again, tasting the faintest trace of strawberry. I turned my head once more, heart racing, curls tumbling over his shoulder, and he was quick to stroke my hair letting it sift through his fingers, as my lips moved very sweetly over his, with such leisure and longing. It was the kind of sweet kiss that the princess gave the hero at the end of the fairytale, and I hope it resounded through him  now, that he was in fact, my hero, that I was giving this precious kiss to him, freely, innocently, with all the love in my heart. I felt his lips tremble against mine, both of our eyes closed, losing ourselves in this moment that we were never supposed to have, a moment that Starfleet, and society itself would be at a loss to understand. This moment that we'd both wanted, thinking of nothing else for two months........ Right here, right now.



I stroked his cheek, my passion intensifying the kiss just slightly, grinning against his lips, pressing them harder, my lips saying so much with each movement against his, convincing him of my overwhelming physical attraction to him as well as the bond I knew we shared, kindred spirits, our minds and hearts not so different. His bottom lip was trembling violently now, and I soothed it with my top one, and then gently pulled away, only to rejoin our lips in one final wave of gentle affection, giving my lips happily to his as he gave his to mine, and I tasted salt then, his lips suddenly wet. I brushed over them one last time, and when I pulled away, I finally understood why I had tasted salt upon their sweetness.



Khan stared back at me, mouth slightly agape, bottom lip protruding, looking utterly taken aback, his eyes glistening, a crystal trail upon his cheek, the mark of a single tear. He'd been crying......... Another single tear made it's way down his cheek, and he looked at me, truly humbled, his voice altogether unsteady. "Thank you, Cadet." Khan's eyes were gentle and kind, his face awash with feeling. "Thank you for that truly beautiful and eloquent kiss. I am honored."



My eyes started to fill with tears too at the sight of his and I smiled lovingly, wiping his eyes. "You're crying."



He nodded, smiling sweetly. "Yes. Yes, I am. For never could I have dreamed that such gentle affection, such innocence could ever be meant for a man like me. That you would bestow such a tender kiss upon my lips, I can't help but feel overcome with emotion. You truly are an angel. However, my dear girl........ that doesn't mean you can't be wooed by a devil."



He then smirked, his face slipping as it had so oft done before into sly malevolence. His voice dripping with sinister intent as he said two words, his entire demeanor changing in an instant. "My turn."



His strong hands seized my hips, and before I knew what was happening, I was flying backwards at incredible speed. My back slammed into the curved, black wall with a metallic THUD as Khan shoved me up against it HARD. The noise reverberated through me, vibrating relentlessly, his full, soft lips already on mine, taking them passionately again and again, with a smirking, devilish growl. He moved at such superhuman velocity, I was struggling to keep up, my heart pulsing faster than I ever knew it could go! Khan's lips pressed even harder into mine, forcing my head back against the wall with the strength of his passion, pinning me, his body flush against me, and he gripped my hips tightly, one hand caressing up my right side. I was overwhelmed with the sensation of him, dizzy with the delight, overcome with the warmth and the rhapsody, and both of my hands flew up into the lovely, beckoning, sleekness of his hair, mussing and toying with it at last, as much as I wanted, as I kissed him just as madly, indulging myself in all that I had dreamed of for so long. Khan did the same, making me mine with every move of his lips and I clung to him, as he sent one full body chill right after the other through my very being, leaving me breathless.



I kissed him back wildly, my lips allowed to do now, what they had not been before, moving over and over his with great relish, the taste lingering, and I went faster, trying to match his speed. My curls brushed his cheek, as I worked to tilt my head, pressing adoringly into his lips, and he bit down hard on my bottom one, shoving me more upright against the wall, higher above him, and all manner of breath was lost to me. I pulled his head closer, one  hand on his jaw, the other scrunched into the back of his hair, lips pressed to his, and then I jolted as his tongue glided over my bottom lip. Oh PLEASE, yes!!!! His tongue made its way pleasurably across, and he then continued to kiss me, adding those lovely bites in between, his breath hot, his nostrils flaring, and his fingers fiddled their way up my sides, thoroughly enthralled. His touch, his kiss was electric, full of fire, more than I could have ever dreamed. I thought I had witnessed his full strength earlier that day, but it was naught compared to this. He really HADN'T been trying before. He took my lips even more forcefully now, his dizzying desire unbridled, and mine positively hungered for his, not able to get enough of their tantalizing taste and silky softness, my every muscle surging and trembling, knowing this attraction's intensity was nothing either of us were ever prepared for. I found the rhythm of his speed, as he seemingly gave me a kiss for every day in those past two months, making up for lost time, turning his head frantically, giving me more for the days he'd felt especially affectionate. One final breath escaped my lips, and I too, lost myself entirely in that forbidden desire, giving in to my feelings that I'd so long fought, letting go of everything but him, thriving in this fantastic alternate reality where we did nothing but kiss, saying more to each other than words ever could, and the falling starlight witnessed two madly in love people sharing every kiss they never got to have.



"Mmmmmmhmm," I murmured against those perfect lips in intense ecstasy. I'd thought I'd already known true bliss during the slow dance, but no, THIS was Elysium, this was passion and fervor like I'd never known in my wildest dreams. I never ever wanted this kiss to end. I wanted it to go on all the night long, in endless waves, tomorrow never coming. It felt like in that moment of unbridled rapture we kissed for lifetimes, and though my lips were getting tired, Khan's were not, and he took them deliciously again and again, my knees weak and buckled. We'd reached time's end all too soon, however, and he bit down harder on my bottom lip, one last time, hand flying to the back of my head to keep it from hitting the wall again, scrunching up his nose with his fervor, and when he finally did pull away, with great reluctance, I was amazed to see his muscular chest rising and falling, looking as I'd never before seen him, very much out of breath!!! I nearly tumbled forward, grinning joyously, bewildered, everything spinning, delirious in my exhilaration, and chuckling breathily he caught me, holding me in his arms, staring up into my swimming eyes, as I fell into his, burning now like stoked embers.



He wrapped his arms tighter around me, and I shook from the impossible wonder of it all and the fiercely unrivaled passion, having NO such idea that ANYONE could kiss like that. He brushed his lips now, partway down my neck, making me shiver, and then bit into the soft, pale, skin, his teeth feeling amazing, even more wonderful than I remembered. He kissed-bit the gentle crook of my neck, speeding up my heart, sweeping me away all over again. His tousled hair brushed my cheek as he grazed his top row of teeth diagonally down the upper part of my neck, and I trembled again, still not breathing, toes curling up even more, managing only a breathy murmuring, "Ohhhhhh Khannnn."



He smirked into the delicate skin, his lovely lips indulging in one final long, lingering kiss of my neck, before raising his messy-haired head up, eyes looking wildly happy into mine. "I LOVE the way you say my name." His growly voice was brimming with his own euphoria, still trying to catch his breath, and I could tell he was not at all used to it getting away from him. "Such reverence, such fascination. Everyone should say it like you do."



I grinned, beaming brighter than the stars just outside, my fingers tracing the perfect, penciled-in outline of his lips. "Khan," I said again, softly, my voice full of awe. "Khan Noonien Singh. My Captain Khan." He breathed in the music of my words and brushed his nose against mine, giving me even more goosebumps. "Yes. Oh yes, Ally. That's right." He rubbed my back soothingly. "I do hope that didn't hurt too much, I got a bit....... carried away." He winked at me then, hand reaching for my curls, grazing through them, the ringlets falling through his fingers and over my shoulder. "You have NO idea........ how long I've wanted to do that. What you do to me, it can't be explained." I blushed, looking up at him with shy eyes. "I understand the feeling, Captain. I've wanted nothing else since the moment our desert kiss ended. He took my hand, and kissed it, eyes flooding with light. "Walk with me."



I nodded, still beaming, taking his hand and he squeezed it tight, as he pulled me after him, moving to the door of the bridge, his feet light with their tread. "Where are we going, Captain?" He looked over his shoulder at me smirking. "Where do you want to go, Cadet? To the sun, moon, take a ride on a shooting star?" He laughed with the delirium of a madman and I LOVED it! "I'll take you all those places, but first I want to show you my ship." He was bounding around, very boyishly, laughing, and I ran after him, holding tight to his hand, feeling like a little girl, joyous, and I even skipped a little! "Hahaha Khan, I've already seen your ship, I've been living here for TWO months!!!"I laughed, exasperated. He grinned back at me. "Wrong. You've been "existing" here for two months, and looking very lost, most of the time. You've never gotten to see my ship, the way I've ALWAYS wanted to show it to you." He stopped running then, turning to me, unable to stop smiling. "I meant it, Dear, when I said the Vengeance is your home now, and I want it to FEEL like your home. I want you to see the beauty of my ship, love it as I do, and I....... I want you to want to be here, more than anywhere else in the world." I looked at him so sweetly, almost shocked, finding it all so endearing. "Not my cage..... but my flying castle." I said softly, almost whimsically, understanding perfectly. He grinned excited, eyes crinkling at the sides again, gleaming. "Precisely! And I...... I, your king."