Fic: Rough Estimate (Star Trek; Spock/Uhura, Kirk)
Title: Rough Estimate
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Spock/Uhura, Kirk
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Spock and Uhura press their luck.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 888
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt "Spock/Uhura w/Kirk as voyeur" for the ST XI Kink Meme. Um, pretty much porn.
"Well?" Nyota can practically see the gears turning in Spock's head as he glances at the door of the lift, up to the little LED floor-indicator, and back at her. She keeps one finger crooked lightly in the waistband of his black Star Fleet regulation trousers, resting her other hand against the 'stop' button on the wall. It's going to happen, she thinks with a knowing smirk. This is just foreplay, as effective for them as any slow dance or candle-lit dinner. "I'm waiting. What are our chances, if I let this go?"
Her gaze drops to his throat as he swallows, the way he does when his mouth is dry.
Yeah, this is happening.
Spock clears his throat. "If you were to release the stop button now," he begins, pausing as Nyota sways forward to sweep her lips against his neck, "given our current position within the ship relative to the floors with the most activity," he swallows again as she dips her tongue into the hollow of his throat, "and taking into account that the approximate time between floors for this model of turbo-lift is point-eight-seven of Earth's seconds..." he stops then and meets her eyes, and Nyota sees the barely-there smirk that means he knows exactly how much it turns her on when he talks like this.
"…and given the estimated levels of lift traffic typically seen at this time of night, I would estimate that the probability of our engaging in intimate activities at this time, without being discovered, is roughly seven-point nine-two percent."
"Is that a fact?" Nyota's lips curve into a slight smile.
"It would be inadvisable for me to make any guarantees given the extremely high number of variables involved."
"Fair enough." She scrapes her teeth against his jawline and he presses close to her, his hand skimming up her thigh, beneath her skirt. "Care to put it to the test?"
"I would hardly have developed this hypothesis without the intention of testing it." Spock's voice is slightly rougher with his arousal, and it makes Nyota shiver.
"It bears mentioning, however," he continues, "that if you hold the door closed, our chances of avoiding discovery increase exponentially."
"Spock," Nyota's tone is gently admonishing, "holding up the turbo-lift would be rude."
"Indeed it would." Spock grabs her wrist and drags her hand away from the instrument panel, holding it fast against the wall behind her instead. The lift hums back to life as he yanks her skirt up, making her gasp and lift her leg, hooking it around his hip. It's barely a second - they really haven't got much time - before two of his fingers slip beneath the fabric of her panties, slip slickly between her folds. He groans when he feels how wet she is and presses his knee between her legs, his erection rubbing against her thigh as he works his fingers faster.
Nyota whimpers; they might not need as much time as they thought.
There's a 'swish' as the door of the turbo-lift whispers open, and Nyota feels her heart give a hard thud in her chest, but Spock gives no indication of having heard the sound; he releases her wrist, freeing his hand to race up her shirt. She trembles when his long fingers brush her nipple through the fabric of her bra and she nearly -- nearly -- forgets about the door.
Spock puts a third finger inside her and she moans, and her eyes fly open and lock onto Jim, who's gaping, his eyes wide.
If possible, her heart races faster, out of… fear, or humiliation, or -- okay, actually neither of those things, not when Jim's expression becomes less surprised and more hungry as he watches them. He licks his lips and -- oh, god, it's actually really hot, especially when Spock curls his fingers inside her again. Nyota raises her free hand to Spock's shoulder, intending to push against it, to let him know they're not alone, but Spock meets her eyes for the barest second and catches her lips in a rough kiss and then her fingers simply clench in his shirt as she pulls him closer.
He knows Kirk's there. Of course he knows.
Jim's still watching as Spock tears his lips from hers again, latching them to her neck, his fingers curling again, his thumb against her clit.
"Spock," she gasps, but her eyes are on Jim's when she comes this time.
"Fuck," Jim whispers, and drops his hand from where it was holding the door shut.
"It would appear," Spock says, turning his head for the first time to flick a glance toward Jim, "that my previous estimation was inaccurate."
"I won't hold it against you," Nyota murmurs.
"No; I don't presume you will," he says. "You seemed ... pleased, with the results, nonetheless."
"Well, I think the experiment was still a success, overall." She raises a brow.
"You two are fucking insane," Jim puts in, but he says it with a grin as he watches Spock smooth Nyota's skirt back over her hips. He steps close and grabs Spock's wrist, lifting his hand and leaning in to draw two still-wet fingers into his mouth.
Spock makes a low sound in his throat. "Fascinating," he says hoarsely as Nyota's mouth falls open.
Kirk releases Spock's hand. "I'll say."
End
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Spock/Uhura, Kirk
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Spock and Uhura press their luck.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 888
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt "Spock/Uhura w/Kirk as voyeur" for the ST XI Kink Meme. Um, pretty much porn.
"Well?" Nyota can practically see the gears turning in Spock's head as he glances at the door of the lift, up to the little LED floor-indicator, and back at her. She keeps one finger crooked lightly in the waistband of his black Star Fleet regulation trousers, resting her other hand against the 'stop' button on the wall. It's going to happen, she thinks with a knowing smirk. This is just foreplay, as effective for them as any slow dance or candle-lit dinner. "I'm waiting. What are our chances, if I let this go?"
Her gaze drops to his throat as he swallows, the way he does when his mouth is dry.
Yeah, this is happening.
Spock clears his throat. "If you were to release the stop button now," he begins, pausing as Nyota sways forward to sweep her lips against his neck, "given our current position within the ship relative to the floors with the most activity," he swallows again as she dips her tongue into the hollow of his throat, "and taking into account that the approximate time between floors for this model of turbo-lift is point-eight-seven of Earth's seconds..." he stops then and meets her eyes, and Nyota sees the barely-there smirk that means he knows exactly how much it turns her on when he talks like this.
"…and given the estimated levels of lift traffic typically seen at this time of night, I would estimate that the probability of our engaging in intimate activities at this time, without being discovered, is roughly seven-point nine-two percent."
"Is that a fact?" Nyota's lips curve into a slight smile.
"It would be inadvisable for me to make any guarantees given the extremely high number of variables involved."
"Fair enough." She scrapes her teeth against his jawline and he presses close to her, his hand skimming up her thigh, beneath her skirt. "Care to put it to the test?"
"I would hardly have developed this hypothesis without the intention of testing it." Spock's voice is slightly rougher with his arousal, and it makes Nyota shiver.
"It bears mentioning, however," he continues, "that if you hold the door closed, our chances of avoiding discovery increase exponentially."
"Spock," Nyota's tone is gently admonishing, "holding up the turbo-lift would be rude."
"Indeed it would." Spock grabs her wrist and drags her hand away from the instrument panel, holding it fast against the wall behind her instead. The lift hums back to life as he yanks her skirt up, making her gasp and lift her leg, hooking it around his hip. It's barely a second - they really haven't got much time - before two of his fingers slip beneath the fabric of her panties, slip slickly between her folds. He groans when he feels how wet she is and presses his knee between her legs, his erection rubbing against her thigh as he works his fingers faster.
Nyota whimpers; they might not need as much time as they thought.
There's a 'swish' as the door of the turbo-lift whispers open, and Nyota feels her heart give a hard thud in her chest, but Spock gives no indication of having heard the sound; he releases her wrist, freeing his hand to race up her shirt. She trembles when his long fingers brush her nipple through the fabric of her bra and she nearly -- nearly -- forgets about the door.
Spock puts a third finger inside her and she moans, and her eyes fly open and lock onto Jim, who's gaping, his eyes wide.
If possible, her heart races faster, out of… fear, or humiliation, or -- okay, actually neither of those things, not when Jim's expression becomes less surprised and more hungry as he watches them. He licks his lips and -- oh, god, it's actually really hot, especially when Spock curls his fingers inside her again. Nyota raises her free hand to Spock's shoulder, intending to push against it, to let him know they're not alone, but Spock meets her eyes for the barest second and catches her lips in a rough kiss and then her fingers simply clench in his shirt as she pulls him closer.
He knows Kirk's there. Of course he knows.
Jim's still watching as Spock tears his lips from hers again, latching them to her neck, his fingers curling again, his thumb against her clit.
"Spock," she gasps, but her eyes are on Jim's when she comes this time.
"Fuck," Jim whispers, and drops his hand from where it was holding the door shut.
"It would appear," Spock says, turning his head for the first time to flick a glance toward Jim, "that my previous estimation was inaccurate."
"I won't hold it against you," Nyota murmurs.
"No; I don't presume you will," he says. "You seemed ... pleased, with the results, nonetheless."
"Well, I think the experiment was still a success, overall." She raises a brow.
"You two are fucking insane," Jim puts in, but he says it with a grin as he watches Spock smooth Nyota's skirt back over her hips. He steps close and grabs Spock's wrist, lifting his hand and leaning in to draw two still-wet fingers into his mouth.
Spock makes a low sound in his throat. "Fascinating," he says hoarsely as Nyota's mouth falls open.
Kirk releases Spock's hand. "I'll say."
End