August 31, 2280

San Francisco, the apartment of Captain James T. Kirk (On assignment to Enterprise)

They lay there, snuggling. Ahead of them lay Starfleet Academy. Behind them lay 'The Worst Of All Nights', a mutual betrayal so hideous, battle with Ghidorah no longer seemed as frightening.

In the now, they were basking in pure afterglow. The barriers were still formidable and frustrating. The childhood abuse that had caused them to violate one another and often stopped their efforts to couple had been defeated for only the second time in their young lives. Smiling a parsec wide, Peter Kirk asked Saavik Kirk a dangerous question.

"How was I?"

There had been no crashing this time. Unlike last time, Peter's psionic support of Sarek's public persona had not caused the Ambassador's emotions to tax Peter's self-control, and through him, Saavik's. Unlike last time, Peter hadn't become enraged at Saavik's psionic poking into his innermost thoughts. Unlike last time, Saavik had not become enraged at what she saw there, a fairy-tale of a happy couple that she feared could never be. Unlike last time, there was not the added burden of Peter's estranged grandfather, Doctor Thomas Sorel arguing with his lover,  Doctor Richard Daystrom at suppertime.

"You truly wish to know?"

Last time, she had blundered badly. In the two years following Peter's rescue from the people in the Hall, a mere three kilometers away, Saavik had never told Peter that she, like he, had been adopted by Captain Kirk--making the lovers legal siblings. To say that it threw him off was
putting it lightly.

"I just said I did, silly."

But now they made jokes about the situation, jokes that would persist and grow ever more risqué and even insipid.  The day would come, though, when the two met a very troubled pair of lovers for whom that situation was no joke at all.

"Then I will tell you."

Most importantly, the disaster they would always live in fear of, the violence besides which their pon farr itself would pale--had not happened this time.

"The experience was shorter in duration than I would have liked. You were anxious. You moved out too far when I desired slower, deeper penetration, and you lay there like a lump when I wanted you to move. My chest aches from you pushing yourself up on it--or, I should say, on them. My head aches from striking the back wall. Grabbing my backside from underneath allowed me no leverage or positioning. You were in me before you even rubbed my ears or feet, and after you were out, the only rub I felt was your shoulder blade against my breast."

He wasn't going to hurt her again, he swore mentally, no matter how low he now felt.

"Anything else?"

"Yes."

She pulled him over, and on top of her, and grabbed his package til he was firm. She then smiled, and spoke gently.

"Do it again."