Summary: A drabble. PG-13 J/Tu. Pon farr strikes.
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He grabbed my face with his large fingers, initiating the meld, initiating Pon farr. I gasped as his fingers squeezed my temples harder, causing a pain I prayed wouldn't lead to permanent damage. Then, he threw his arms down to his sides. I stepped back and breathing suddenly became very difficult. All my focus was centered on Tuvok, yet I knew it wasn't him that chose me...it was his Pon farr. But that didn't matter. Primal instinct surged through me, and the urges were overwhelming. He pulled me to him, needing to quench his hunger. I took him, fulfilling mine.