Matters of the Heart III (To Charm the Heart)
Characters/Pairing: Spock, Uhura, Kirk, T'Pring
Rating: NC-17 for future parts
Summary: Sometimes the journey of two hearts is one steeped in joy, pain and sorrow, and if we’re lucky, we are better because of it. A series of one-shots chronicling Spock and Uhura over many years. AU
Disclaimer: Startrek and all associated characters are not mine.
III: To Charm the Heart - In which Spock makes an interesting discovery
2258
Twilight reigned outdoors, casting the interior of Spock’s quarters into deep shadows. He lay on his back, eyes closed but far from sleep. Next to him was Nyota. Her lithe nude body pressed against his side and her face rested on his chest. She had flung a possessive arm across his body just before falling asleep. A light tickle of sensation whispered against his skin each time she exhaled.
He let his fingers drift along her arm, the smooth skin pebbling under his light touch. His lips turned up just a bit as he marvelled at how sensitive she was to him even in sleep. The realisation that he had this much influence over her was awe-inspiring and a little frightening. Nyota made a small sound at the back of her throat and Spock opened his eyes. He gazed at her beautiful face, relaxed and innocent in slumber. As he took in the lushness of her lips and the symmetrical lines of her features, another face came unbidden into his mind. T’Pring.
After his initial semi-illicit kiss with Nyota, Spock had contacted T’Pring. Although he had taken lovers before, none had compelled him to seek out his betrothed. In fact, he had not thought much of her since leaving Vulcan for Starfleet. The only time she had featured prominently in his thoughts was during his Pon farr, a little over five years ago. Because it was his first experience, he had been able to resist going to her. Instead, he survived the blood-fever with the aid of meditation. Even then, he had kept his emotions from T’Pring. He sometimes wondered how she had managed her own experience. Since each successive episode was harsher until it tapered off during the final years of life, Spock doubted his ability to survive the next time without sexual joining.
***
With a touch of suppressed apprehension, Spock had switched on his monitor at the sound of her incoming call. Immediately, he was struck by how striking a woman she had become. As a child, she had been pretty and later a snobbish aloof teen. Across space, her large razor sharp eyes assessed him with unflinching intensity. Forgoing formality and using his blandest voice, he said, “Greetings, T’Pring.”
“Greetings, Spock.” She paused, gave him another once over and then continued, “I must admit to some degree of curiosity upon receiving your message.”
He knew it was best to proceed with his reason for contacting her, but Spock decided to give into a bit of irrationality, if only to annoy her. “Must there be a reason other than wanting to speak to my intended?”
T’Pring raised an eyebrow and her eyes narrowed just a fraction. She possessed one of the most logical minds he had encountered in another Vulcan of his age. However, her emotions ran close to the surface, and given the right prodding, they displayed themselves in unacceptable frequency. Perhaps it was for this very reason that her parents had accepted him as a future mate for her.
“You are endeavouring to be humorous?”
What a sad state of affairs their relationship had become, long since degenerating from tolerable to indifference. Twelve years had lapsed since they last spoke. While he avoided her as much as she did him, he was aware of her accomplishments as a doctor and researcher. He decided to get to the point. “I wish to discuss our betrothal.”
Spock had to give her credit. T’Pring’s only reaction was to stare at him, as if he had just made a polite comment about the weather. When she spoke, her tone was even. “You are ready to solidify our bond?”
“No.”
T’Pring’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “What do you have in mind?”
During that call, they decided on the details of how to end their bond. Their families would frown upon their actions, yes, but it was for the best. At the end of the semester, after Nyota had left to visit her family, Spock took a commercial transport to Vulcan. He returned to Earth six days later, ready to pursue the new possibilities life had to offer.
***
“That’s it baby, right there,” Nyota said, rolling away from Spock and on to her back.
Spock blinked slowly and looked at her, T’Pring a distant memory. Nyota was still asleep and obviously dreaming. Her back arched and she sighed in pleasure. Propping on his side, he watched the rapid increase in her breathing. This was fascinating, like so many other things about her.
“Oh, Spock,” she moaned.
That seductive sound combined with his name reawakened Spock’s desire in rush of eager heat. Was it normal to be this easily aroused? Usually, he satisfied his needs then left. With Nyota, he wanted to cuddle after the fact, and then repeat the entire process.
Nyota had called to say she was back on campus, three days ahead of schedule. A pleasant surprise he welcomed, considering how much he had missed her. They had met at a small restaurant a few miles from the Academy. The brunch, an official first date, as she termed it. Dressed in a simple wool dress, she had been utterly captivating. He was proud to be seated across from her. While they ate, there had been a sense of excitement in the air. It was infectious, wrapping them both in heady anticipation. When they entered his quarters and the door slid closed, Spock had taken Nyota into his arms, knowing they were about to embark on another first.
“Please,” she pleaded, arching upward once more.
Apparently his dream self was doing a wonderful job at pleasuring her, but maybe he could provide some assistance. Spock leaned over and took one taunt brown nipple into his mouth. He felt the flesh hardened even more as he suckled.
“So good,” she whispered.
Spock bit lightly and heard Nyota gasp. Reluctantly releasing the bud, he looked up at her face. A languid smile graced her parted lips. He was beginning to appreciate the way she dreamt of him. Could she achieve completion within the dream? Some people could not while it was effortless for others. Watching her hips lift and her legs widen, he assumed Nyota was in the latter group.
Spock returned to her breasts, intent on teasing them. He liked their smallness, a perfect size for fitting completely into his hands. He caressed one while licking the rigid tip of other with long slow swipes. Nyota’s entire body trembled, and her fingers found their way into his hair. She was close. His hand left her breast and travelled to hot wet juncture between her legs. The first touch of his fingers at her clitoris caused her shout his name. He doubled his efforts, and she began to writhe beneath his every caress. Then her hips rose from the bed, and she grew taut, every muscle straining. Spock lifted his head once more while continuing his rapid stroking. Before his rapt gaze, a shuddering wave racked her body and she was coming apart.
She was stunning.
Amazingly, she was still asleep.
Part 4
Rating: NC-17 for future parts
Summary: Sometimes the journey of two hearts is one steeped in joy, pain and sorrow, and if we’re lucky, we are better because of it. A series of one-shots chronicling Spock and Uhura over many years. AU
Disclaimer: Startrek and all associated characters are not mine.
III: To Charm the Heart - In which Spock makes an interesting discovery
2258
Twilight reigned outdoors, casting the interior of Spock’s quarters into deep shadows. He lay on his back, eyes closed but far from sleep. Next to him was Nyota. Her lithe nude body pressed against his side and her face rested on his chest. She had flung a possessive arm across his body just before falling asleep. A light tickle of sensation whispered against his skin each time she exhaled.
He let his fingers drift along her arm, the smooth skin pebbling under his light touch. His lips turned up just a bit as he marvelled at how sensitive she was to him even in sleep. The realisation that he had this much influence over her was awe-inspiring and a little frightening. Nyota made a small sound at the back of her throat and Spock opened his eyes. He gazed at her beautiful face, relaxed and innocent in slumber. As he took in the lushness of her lips and the symmetrical lines of her features, another face came unbidden into his mind. T’Pring.
After his initial semi-illicit kiss with Nyota, Spock had contacted T’Pring. Although he had taken lovers before, none had compelled him to seek out his betrothed. In fact, he had not thought much of her since leaving Vulcan for Starfleet. The only time she had featured prominently in his thoughts was during his Pon farr, a little over five years ago. Because it was his first experience, he had been able to resist going to her. Instead, he survived the blood-fever with the aid of meditation. Even then, he had kept his emotions from T’Pring. He sometimes wondered how she had managed her own experience. Since each successive episode was harsher until it tapered off during the final years of life, Spock doubted his ability to survive the next time without sexual joining.
***
With a touch of suppressed apprehension, Spock had switched on his monitor at the sound of her incoming call. Immediately, he was struck by how striking a woman she had become. As a child, she had been pretty and later a snobbish aloof teen. Across space, her large razor sharp eyes assessed him with unflinching intensity. Forgoing formality and using his blandest voice, he said, “Greetings, T’Pring.”
“Greetings, Spock.” She paused, gave him another once over and then continued, “I must admit to some degree of curiosity upon receiving your message.”
He knew it was best to proceed with his reason for contacting her, but Spock decided to give into a bit of irrationality, if only to annoy her. “Must there be a reason other than wanting to speak to my intended?”
T’Pring raised an eyebrow and her eyes narrowed just a fraction. She possessed one of the most logical minds he had encountered in another Vulcan of his age. However, her emotions ran close to the surface, and given the right prodding, they displayed themselves in unacceptable frequency. Perhaps it was for this very reason that her parents had accepted him as a future mate for her.
“You are endeavouring to be humorous?”
What a sad state of affairs their relationship had become, long since degenerating from tolerable to indifference. Twelve years had lapsed since they last spoke. While he avoided her as much as she did him, he was aware of her accomplishments as a doctor and researcher. He decided to get to the point. “I wish to discuss our betrothal.”
Spock had to give her credit. T’Pring’s only reaction was to stare at him, as if he had just made a polite comment about the weather. When she spoke, her tone was even. “You are ready to solidify our bond?”
“No.”
T’Pring’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “What do you have in mind?”
During that call, they decided on the details of how to end their bond. Their families would frown upon their actions, yes, but it was for the best. At the end of the semester, after Nyota had left to visit her family, Spock took a commercial transport to Vulcan. He returned to Earth six days later, ready to pursue the new possibilities life had to offer.
***
“That’s it baby, right there,” Nyota said, rolling away from Spock and on to her back.
Spock blinked slowly and looked at her, T’Pring a distant memory. Nyota was still asleep and obviously dreaming. Her back arched and she sighed in pleasure. Propping on his side, he watched the rapid increase in her breathing. This was fascinating, like so many other things about her.
“Oh, Spock,” she moaned.
That seductive sound combined with his name reawakened Spock’s desire in rush of eager heat. Was it normal to be this easily aroused? Usually, he satisfied his needs then left. With Nyota, he wanted to cuddle after the fact, and then repeat the entire process.
Nyota had called to say she was back on campus, three days ahead of schedule. A pleasant surprise he welcomed, considering how much he had missed her. They had met at a small restaurant a few miles from the Academy. The brunch, an official first date, as she termed it. Dressed in a simple wool dress, she had been utterly captivating. He was proud to be seated across from her. While they ate, there had been a sense of excitement in the air. It was infectious, wrapping them both in heady anticipation. When they entered his quarters and the door slid closed, Spock had taken Nyota into his arms, knowing they were about to embark on another first.
“Please,” she pleaded, arching upward once more.
Apparently his dream self was doing a wonderful job at pleasuring her, but maybe he could provide some assistance. Spock leaned over and took one taunt brown nipple into his mouth. He felt the flesh hardened even more as he suckled.
“So good,” she whispered.
Spock bit lightly and heard Nyota gasp. Reluctantly releasing the bud, he looked up at her face. A languid smile graced her parted lips. He was beginning to appreciate the way she dreamt of him. Could she achieve completion within the dream? Some people could not while it was effortless for others. Watching her hips lift and her legs widen, he assumed Nyota was in the latter group.
Spock returned to her breasts, intent on teasing them. He liked their smallness, a perfect size for fitting completely into his hands. He caressed one while licking the rigid tip of other with long slow swipes. Nyota’s entire body trembled, and her fingers found their way into his hair. She was close. His hand left her breast and travelled to hot wet juncture between her legs. The first touch of his fingers at her clitoris caused her shout his name. He doubled his efforts, and she began to writhe beneath his every caress. Then her hips rose from the bed, and she grew taut, every muscle straining. Spock lifted his head once more while continuing his rapid stroking. Before his rapt gaze, a shuddering wave racked her body and she was coming apart.
She was stunning.
Amazingly, she was still asleep.
Part 4