Matters of the Heart II (A Joyful Heart)
Title: Matters of the Heart
Characters/Pairings: Spock, Uhura, Kirk, T'Pring
Rating: NC-17 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.
Disclaimer: Star Trek and all associated characters are not mine.
A/N: Thanks to those that have supported this fic.
II: A Joyful Heart - In which Uhura learns something new
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When is a kiss more than just a kiss? Asked this question two months ago, Nyota Uhura would have considered it a moot point. A kiss was simply a kiss. The pleasurable thing you did with your mouth. Right? Was she ever wrong, and to think she had a Half-Vulcan to thank for showing her the error in her thinking.
Stretched out in a knitted multicoloured hammock that hung on the side veranda of her parents’ home, Uhura gazed out onto the yard below her. The fragrant night air was a cool counter to the high daytime temperatures common this time of year. Her parents and a pair of visiting aunts and uncles had retired for the night. Her sister, brother-in-law and infant nephew were still outdoors. The baby had been fussy and the young couple decided to walk among the garden to calm him down. As she watched her brother-in-law kiss her sister on the cheek, Uhura’s fingers drifted to her own lips. Slowly, she traced their fullness and thought of the man who had come to mean much to her.
Three weeks ago, the very first day of December, as per the old calendar, Uhura found herself in the midst of an intense argument with Commander-er-Spock. Her day had started out optimistic; until she opened the file, he’d sent her with his notes on her thesis draft. Horror inducing digital red ink covered each page. A swift rising anger had taken root in her, sending her off to find him. Looking back, she privately admitted to having the frustration over her persistent romantic feelings feed into her anger. She could also admit that her argument bordered on disrespectful, not one of her more professional moments. A jolt of awareness had silenced her when Spock said her name, so softly it barely registered. “Nyota.” There was something utterly compelling with the way her first name rolled off his tongue. Inadvertently, she had stepped closer to him.
Afternoon sunlight spilled into the small office, falling around Spock, reminding her of just how imposing a man he really was. Yet, Uhura had stood transfixed and angry. She was a bit hazy as to which one of them made the first move and frankly, it was unimportant. And who could blame her? She was quite certain there weren’t too many Humans who could claim to have had their anger stolen by the kiss of Vulcan.
As she watched the trio disappear further into the garden, Uhura well remembered the branding passion of Spock’s lips on hers. That day she learnt that a kiss could be more than just a kiss. A simple kiss would not have left her trembling with awe. It certainly would not have left her feeling thoroughly owned.
The second time they had explored the world of kissing, Uhura found herself perched atop Spock’s desk, her uniform skirt hiked up. He stood between her opened thighs, and her fingers had tangled at the nape of his neck. Burning passion might have dominated their first time, but on this occasion, it was all about sweet exploration, lips moving against lips, lips moving along warm skin, drugging her worse than any narcotic. Arching into his solid frame, her head tipped back and Spock had made use of long line of her neck.
Last week all doubt as to whether she loved Spock left Uhura. After a shared meal, they had moved into his surprisingly eclectic living room. Sitting next to each other, their conversation had covered topics ranging from art to interstellar diplomacy.
“Before you leave for home, I want to teach you something very important,” Spock had said, his voice reminiscent of many lectures.
“Sure.”
He took her right hand into his and then brought them to his lips. Curious and slightly bemused, she watched him place lingering kisses across her fingers. Holding them, he said, “What I am going to demonstrate is as intimate to a Vulcan as a kiss is to a Human.”
Her heart rate kicked into overdrive. If her suspicion was correct, Spock was about to share that unusual Vulcan caress she had previously witnessed. “So, this is a Vulcan kiss?”
A teasing gleam entered his eyes. “I suppose it is although we do enjoy the more conventional forms of kissing.”
“Don’t I know it!” A bit of heat crept up her neck and onto her face at the enthusiasm evident in her response.
“Was that a compliment, Nyota?”
“Yes it was, but don’t let it go to your head.”
“I am afraid I do not understand how my head has become involved in this conversation.”
Eyeing the pleased look on his face and the clear amusement in his gaze, Uhura was quite sure Spock understood the full meaning of her statement. “Right...”
Instead of responding, Spock set about positioning her fingers until only the index and middle fingers were extended. He mirrored the position and then pressed the underside of his two fingers to hers. “This is how couples express affection in public,” Spock stated, lightly dragging his fingers back and forth.
The contact was pleasant and a little strange; however, Uhura did not find it particularly special.
“And now a demonstration of how it is done in private.”
Fascinated, she watched him stroke along the same path as before, but this time he continued, moving to the topside of her fingers. He encouraged her to do the same to him, and somehow the simple act of reciprocating made their contact shockingly erotic. Under the pads of her fingers, she felt the smoothness of skin, the slight roughness of his palm and the sprinkling of hair at his wrist. While touch was their primary focus, all of her senses expanded and zeroed in on Spock. She heard the increased rhythm of his breath, saw the dilation of his pupils and smelt his unique scent under the soap he’d used.
Desire had uncoiled and blossomed in her belly, and Uhura realised why this was done in private. For something, which had started out so simple, it had become rife with lust for both of them. Breathing hard, she shifted in her seat in an attempt to ease the desperate longing to take their intimacy further. When Spock’s fingers had moved to the buttons at the front of her dress, she had pressed her eager lips to his, marvelling at the heightened connection she felt toward him.
The memory of Spock applying his kissing skills to the rest of her body made Uhura shiver. A wash of excited heat had her fidgeting in the hammock. There were many things she hoped to experience with him. Of course, she had much more to learn about him and perhaps to teach him. A measure of eager anticipation had entered into her waking and dreaming world. She was counting the days and hours until she would once again see Spock.
Part III