amanda

ST Ficlet: Poindexter (Amanda/Sarek)

Title: Poindexter
Pairing: Amanda/Sarek
Summary: Terran women do not wear as many clothes as Vulcan women. Early in his diplomatic career, Sarek has trouble adjusting.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: for 's prompt OK, smarty, go to a party, girls are scantily clad, showing body. A chick walks by and you wish you could sex her, but you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter.



Terran women do not wear as much clothing as Vulcan ones. He knew this before he arrived. Such limited attire was a logical response to Earth's more hospitable climate. Why should women disguise their legs or hair or the tops of their breasts when a thin layer of sunscreen was sufficient to protect them from the ravages of the sun?

Still, he was not prepared for the reality of it. He had not actually been in a room with so many bare legs before. He presses himself against the wall, sipping ice water in the hope of cooling down. The physiological urge to mate is not illogical, he reminds himself. It is a necessary mechanism for the survival of any species, even the Vulcan one. Like all other physical urges, it only needed to be controlled until an appropriate time.

Now is not an appropriate time.

And the junior attache to the Undersecretary for Human-Vulcan Affairs is not an appropriate partner. Ms. Grayson is a respected colleague. A more beautiful colleague than he had initially realized, but that is no reason to endanger a satisfying professional relationship.

She leaves the dance floor, breathing heavily. Her face is flushed red; her eyes are glittering. She sees him and smiles, and he retreats closer to the punch bowl, unwilling to speak to her when his control is so frail. He is fortunate that she commands the attention of many men tonight; one of them intercepts her before she reaches him. While she is distracted with the conversation, he takes a moment to study her. Aesthetic appreciation is not illogical. Understanding the source of one's desire is the first step in controlling it.

She is not a tall woman, but her legs are long and lean and a faint shade of tan that seems to indicate good health. Her hair, which he has only ever seen in a bun, spills down her back in a long cascade of curls. He traces their curlicue path over her rounded ears, her exposed shoulders, the faint curve at the small of her back. All these curves – her hair, her buttocks, the small humps of her breasts beneath the shining fabric of her dress – are so different from the straight lines and harsh angles of Vulcan. He does not wish to know her intellectually; he wants to explore the body that is the opposite of everything he has ever known.

He retreats further into the shadows while she slinks back to the dance floor. She catches his eye for the briefest second, and he realizes that she knows he's watching her. He doesn't look away.
Whee, love this! How could I resist Sarek being shocked at a party. Lovely work. Cheers!
Oh, this is nice! :) Good exploration of Sarek and his background, very believable.

The physiological urge to mate is not illogical, he reminds himself.

*giggles*
Oh, this is fantastic. I love Sarek's POV and the descriptions of Amanda, they feel very Vulcan, if that makes sense, while still allowing the UST to build and build.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee, this is AWESOME! I love how you created something sexy and (in)tense out of my insane prompt.
He had not actually been in a room with so many bare legs before.

HAHAHA! Best Sarek observation ever!

I love this so much, there are not enough hearts and pompoms available to do my love justice. Oh, Sarek!

(You've also awakened in me a secret need for fic in which some uncouth person addresses Sarek and/or Spock as "Poindexter," but that may have to remain in my imagination for the safety of all concerned.)

In summary: *\&hearts/* *\&hearts/* *\&hearts/*
Love your Sarek/Amanda stuff.

Like all other physical urges, it only needed to be controlled until an appropriate time.

Now is not an appropriate time.


hee!
Shy Sarek! I like that he holds her eye contact at the end, that is a nice final touch. Cute story!

Also, like 10 000 points for taking a prompt from a Young MC lyric.