Vulcan’s tongue was shoved as far down Tatiana’s throat as he could get it and his hand was shoved up her skirt and inside her velvet wetness. She was moaning her desire and with his opposite hand he moved to unzip his pants and give them both what they wanted. Moving so that his back would be the one pressed against the kitchen countertop he caught a glance at the face frowning at him in the massive refrigerator in his doublewide custom built RV. Instinctively his hold on Tatiana loosened as he turned to glare at Bodie. “Don’t you ever do anything else? And in the kitchen no less. You have a bedroom, try using it.” “Shit,” Vulcan cursed letting go of Tatiana to square off with Bodie. “What the hell are you doing here and why do you always insist on showing up without an invitation?”Author's note: I loved writing this story. Vulcan is so..... He's exactly what I would imagine a Being in his position would be. He's passionate, arrogant, and has enough male testosterone to power a nuclear plant.Sometimes writers have to write something they love just for fun. I think it makes us better able to then write the stories you expect. I hope you like Vulcan a tenth as much as I enjoyed creating him.