The Experiment, Part four
Title:* The Experiment
Author:* hopefuladdict
Pairings:* Spock/Uhura
Characters:* Spock, Uhura, Gaila, Captain Pike, assorted OC.
Rating:* NC17 for language and sexual content
Warnings:* Sexual content
Spoilers:* None
Disclaimer:* I don't own Star Trek. I make no money from this work. I just like to take my favorite characters out to play...naked of course.
Summary:* Spock decides he needs to conduct an experiment to get to know Nyota on a deeper level.
A/N:* First chapter originally published 04-13-10, WIP moved to archive. Most chapters unbeta'd, all errors are mine.
The Experiment
Part IV
Spock was sitting alone in the mess hall eating an early breakfast after waking at 0600 feeling well rested but extremely hungry. He had opted last night to forgo his evening meal, believing he needed to meditate more than he needed sustenance. It was not the first time he had made such a decision, but he could not recall another instance when the action had left him so decidedly hungry. He was consuming the last of his tofu scramble when a familiar voice greeted him and he looked up to see Captain Pike take the seat across from him.
"Morning, Spock. Waiting for someone?" Pike asked, looking at all the food before Spock with his mouth slightly agape. Pancakes and biscuits with jam, and fruit, and oatmeal, and yogurt, and potatoes, and whatever had been on a small collection of empty dishes, and…was that vegetable soup? Didn't Spock usually eat toast and fruit?
Spock looked back at him unfazed, finished chewing the bite of food he had just taken to his satisfaction and swallowed before answering with an even, "No, I am not."
His new dining companion and commanding officer gave him an amused chuckle and smiled. "Huh… I thought you kept looking at the door, like you were expecting someone. It must have been my imagination."
Christopher Pike's smile got wider as Spock ignored his goading comment and took another bite off a biscuit instead of replying. Chris knew damn well he hadn't imagined anything. He'd known Spock long enough to catch the very rare but occasional flit of emotion spark then quickly disappear in his eyes. And today, he had watched those eyes settle on the entrance to the mess hall with a thinly veiled look of longing five times now, in the very short time he'd been observing him. He was amused by Spock's curt denial, thinking it had a distinct smell of Vulcan bullshit.
Pike had seen his friend sharing meals with a particularly lovely cadet, on campus and off, on more than one occasion. He knew he should discourage it, but as Spock would say, he found the situation fascinating.
He had never seen Spock appear so content in the company of another being. It was as if Cadet Nyota Uhura had finally made the young Vulcan comfortable in his own skin. And that was something that even Chris had not even been able to achieve after years of friendship. Suffice it to say that he couldn't seem to muster any words of caution or reprimand to the Commander about the possible budding relationship, but instead was rather thrilled at the prospect. The woman awoke something in Spock; he needed her, and Chris wasn't going to take that away or tamper with it because she had been his student and was currently under his command for a short time as his aide. Regulations be damned; he thought the Commander deserved a measure of happiness, or whatever the Vulcan would call it. He trusted Spock and knew the Vulcan well enough to know he had not, nor would he ever, let his relationship to another person impede his judgment or ability to command.
"But then again, I saw all this food," Pike continued, once again scanning the large spread of bowls and plates laden with food that trailed along the table in front of Spock. "I was sure you were expecting someone to join you to help eat all this."
Spock finished a bowl of fruit and moved the empty dish out of his way, replacing it with a bowl of oatmeal.
Pike's expression changed to one of curious disbelief. "Spock, I've never seen you eat so much in one sitting. Hell, I didn't think you could."
Spock gave him a dubious look with the simple arch of his brow. He was still very young by Vulcan standards and could eat a great deal.
"Are you going through some kind of Vulcan growth spurt or did you do some sort of, I don't know, strenuous exercise or something that increased your appetite?"
The captain gave his brows a suggestive waggle with the latter part of his question, even though he was sure his friend would miss the innuendo.
His friend did not.
Spock stared back at Pike; his spoon, filled with oatmeal, was half way to his mouth when it halted midair as he froze. His ears turned slightly green around the tips while he processed several thoughts at once.
It was not possible for Captain Pike to know what had transpired between him and Nyota last night.
He blinked.
He would not call what he had shared with Nyota exercise per se, and while he would call it exhilarating he would not refer to the interaction as strenuous. Though he believed that when they were actually physically joined it would definitely be so. He was looking forward to it with great anticipation.
He swallowed.
Their sexual activities were not the primary reason he was extremely hungry this morning.
He lowered his spoon, annoyed with himself for being so disconcerted by what he was certain was a completely innocuous query about an alteration in his food consumption based on the Captain's prior observation of Spock's habits.
And he was confident his encryption of the communication with Nyota the previous night was unbreakable.
He picked up his water.
Nyota was usually here by now. Where was she? She always had her breakfast in the mess on Thursdays.
He took a drink while refraining from his desire to glance at the door. Again.
Spock could feel his commanding officer's confusion at his response, or lack thereof, to his questions. He concluded Chris thought he had said something culturally insensitive and offended him.
He set his glass down.
"I was in need of meditation last evening and did not consume end-meal," he stated in a clipped tone. It was true, and everything else that Spock had thought about was illogical, based on a swelling emotional desire to protect and shield what he had with Nyota.
They stared at each other.
Pike leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on the table top between them, a single finger tapping the surface.
What the hell just happened? He thought as they held each other's gaze, his face marked with a small questioning frown, Spock's as perfectly clear as the ice in the glass of water sitting in front of him.
Chris was sure that in his attempt to tease Spock he had somehow spooked him, something he didn't think was possible. He looked down at his hand, effectively releasing Spock from his very unwanted scrutiny and gave a small nod of assent to his statement, hearing an exaggerated 'ooookay' in a small inner voice.
He began to go over what he had said to Spock in his head; perhaps the cadet and commander had more than a budding relationship, maybe one that involved strenuous exercise. He had a feeling that a cadet, currently not expected in the mess hall was the cause of Spock's need for meditation.
Oh boy, he's got it bad, he thought with a mental laugh.
Pike cleared his throat and began going over the latest potential crew manifest for the Enterprise. He was relieved as he watched the tension in Spock's posture slowly recede from his form. The commander resumed eating, listening, and speaking only when it was warranted. Pike said nothing when his friend spared an occasional glance over the captain's shoulder toward the mess hall door.
Nyota willed the train to go faster. She hadn't bothered to sit down, but stood just inside the doors, ready to run when they opened.
Gaila winked at her as she blew past the Orion at a dead run minutes later, slowing to allow the doors to the science building that housed Spock's office to admit her. Sixteen minutes later, Nyota's PADD beeped loudly; a message from her 'look out' that Commander Spock was fast approaching. She groaned in frustration and jumped up to retrieve some paper, tearing her second piece out of her bag and scrawling a quick message, placing it where she had just been seated. Her PADD beeped again, La relaying that Spock was in the building.
Nyota typed, 'Where?'
'North side.'
Nyota fled to the south exits.
Spock entered his office at a brisk pace, deftly avoiding the furniture within, though his attention was squarely on the PADD in his hands checking messages-none of which were from Nyota. He realized only seconds after being in the room that she had already come and gone this morning. Recently. The scent that was patently her, though vaguely different, hung in the air.
He scanned her empty desk with his eyes before turning to his own to see a neatly folded black t-shirt resting there. Nyota had returned it. He did not understand her actions, but his heart throbbed uncomfortably in his side.
Spock approached his desk, suddenly noting how Nyota's lingering scent deepened; the 'vaguely different' element he had caught seconds ago became thick and heady as he came to stand beside his chair. His heart lurched as his nostrils were filled with the uniquely feminine fragrance of her arousal.
His hands shook as he slowly slid the shirt across the desks surface toward him while simultaneously pulling out his chair, trembling with the knowledge of what she had clearly done in this space-at his desk.
The movement of the shirt and the chair revealed two notes, one lying on the seat of the chair and one that had been hidden beneath his shirt. He reached down and retrieved the paper on the chair first.
Spock,
To answer your question...sitting in your chair, spread, my left knee bent with the heel of my boot pressed tightly against my bare buttock. My right leg extended, knee slightly bent, boot covered calf resting across the surface of your desk, with my frantic fingers, desperately wishing they were yours.
Spock closed his eyes and focused on calming himself, slowly working to clear his mind of the picture Nyota had produced there. Deep breathing served only to make the images more vivid. She had come to his office, reclined her body at his desk and touched herself, saturating the air with the musky perfume of her sex.
Two and one half minutes had passed when he opened his eyes, slowly easing the front of his uniform jacket open to slip the note into an inside pocket.
He reached for the second note, the tips of his long fingers grazing the fine lines that formed his name in Vulcan, written with care across the heavy folded paper. The first note appeared to be written in haste; this was not.
Spock,
I have grown quite attached to this shirt, tossing all of my other sleepwear out in favor of it. It pains me to let it go, but I wouldn't want you to think of me as a thief, so I am returning it to you. I went this morning and had it cleaned so it would be ready for you to wear. I hope you understand I took it as a means of feeling close to you and that you will forgive me.
Nyota
Oh, and Gaila told me she has plenty of shirts from Cadet Kirk that I can borrow to sleep in until I can go shopping and replace it, so I won't be without something to sleep in.
Spock felt a flash of an unpleasant and strong emotion. He turned on the spot, sweeping up his PADD from the desk where he had set it down moments before. His posture was sharp and stiff as he walked from his office, his boots pounding out a staccato beat against the pavement as he approached his destination with Nyota's note pressed tightly to the palm of his hand.
Nyota had her back to the entrance of the classroom when Spock entered. They were alone in the cavernous room, both there twenty minutes before class was due to start. She was still a little winded from sprinting across campus to his office, and then away from his office to wait for him here.
Spock walked past her position with quick steps to his regular place at the head of the class without a word. She watched as he set down his PADD, nervously biting her lower lip.
Nyota's heart swelled and began to thud heavily in her chest as Spock looked up from his PADD to meet her gaze. Before she could blink he was beside her.
"Computer, secure door."
"Acknowledged. Door secure."
She was still seated as he loomed in front of her. She became aware he was still holding something and felt her stomach tighten when she realized it was one of her notes clasped in his palm.
"Stand, please, Nyota."
She rose to her feet and he stepped closer, effectively erasing any space between them.
"Look at me."
Nyota tipped her head to make eye contact again. Spock's eyes were wide and dark and her knees began to shake.
"Which hand?"
She didn't speak, but splayed her right hand against his chest, biting her lip harder at the feel of his uniform. Spock grasped her hand in his, pulling it to his face and inhaling deeply.
"Did you achieve your orgasm?"
Nyota tried to answer, but as she began to speak Spock drew the fingers that had circled her clitoris into his mouth. She gasped, but kept her eyes trained on his mouth, her knees getting weaker as he suckled the slim digits of her hand, caressing them with his tongue. Just when she thought she was going to collapse he released her from his mouth, but continued to hold her hand, pressing his face into her palm.
"Answer my question, Nyota."
Her eyes fluttered as she tried to remember what he had asked her. She had to look down, away from his eyes, to find her voice.
"No. There wasn't time."
"Place your right foot on the seat."
Oh gods…
She did as she was told, readily complying with his command and praying her knees didn't give out. She swayed as he dropped down before her and she whispered in a needy voice 'oh, please', when he roughly yanked her panties over and out of his way. He wasted no time, spreading her with his fingers and attacking her clit with vigor. She stared down in awe, watching him part his lips and consume her with his mouth. Nyota came in seconds, hungrily rocking her core against his hot tongue, aroused beyond her capacity to think at their reckless audacity as much as his skillful touch. She gripped his shoulders, fighting to remain silent as the tension coiled tightly within her shattered and her orgasm tore through her body.
Spock emitted a low groan as he pulled his mouth away from her, leaning back into her almost immediately, licking her wet sex several more times greedily, then wrenching himself away once more. He momentarily rested his forehead to her belly, breathing heavily while she continued to quiver with the effects of his attentions.
They both wanted more and they were out of time.
"That and more, Spock…Saturday," she whispered, echoing his words from the previous night and trying to get hold of herself.
Spock touched the toe of Nyota's boot, nudging it gently with his hand, and she set it back on the floor. He returned to his feet and moved to step away but her hands, sliding from his shoulders, dug into his chest and pulled him back. She kissed him on and about his mouth, her tongue darting out to wipe away the silky evidence of their indiscretion. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, humming quietly as she bathed him with her mouth, letting her dip her tongue into his in brief deep kisses while using all of his bio-controls to continue suppressing his body's desire to grow hard against her, to be buried within her. Nyota finished with one last lingering brush of her lips to his, after which his arms fell away and he stepped back, straightening his uniform as he turned his back to her.
"Computer, deactivate lock on door."
"Acknowledged."
They were both busy inputting data on their PADDs when the first students entered the room, five point one five minutes later, neither one of them earning a second glance.
Spock attempted to limit his contact with Nyota over the following hours, but even when they weren't scheduled together he seemed to subconsciously seek her out when he was free, fascinated when he would once again enigmatically be in her presence. He would not linger in such instances but moved on quickly, trying to give her no more than a fleeting look, aware of the danger his behavior presented.
He passed her as he was exiting the mess hall from lunch. They spoke briefly about equipment being installed in the sub space transmissions lab and he inquired if she had plans for the evening or would be keeping to her room. She told him she was planning on staying home to study, and he nodded and told her to enjoy her lunch.
Later, when she arrived at his office, they worked in companionable silence for an hour before he rose to make tea. He set a cup beside her and in a soft voice said, "I did not require my shirt to be returned."
Nyota looked down at her lap and gave nothing more than a small nod to indicate she had heard him. He thought she would ask for it back, but she did not. He did not let his frustration show.
"May I make a personal query?"
Nyota looked back up into his face, her hands around the hot cup he had given her, and said yes.
"Human hands are not as…sensitive as a Vulcan's. I was curious, when you took your fingers into your mouth last night, what were you thinking?"
Spock could practically hear Nyota's mind screech to a halt at his unexpected change of subject. He waited patiently, as if he had asked her opinion of a transmission he had heard.
She blinked several times, and then finally rallied.
"I was imagining they were yours - trying to envision what your face would look like as I sucked on them."
Spock tilted his head thoughtfully. He wanted to ask her more, but after a moment he returned to his desk.
Forty five minutes later Spock gathered his things, stating he had personal business to attend to. He watched several emotions flit across Nyota's face and was sure she wished to ask what he was doing, but after a short pause she gave him a subdued, "Good day, Commander" and went back to her work. He considered her for moment, thinking of how she had spoken to him the day before and then exited his office. The human expression 'turn about is fair play' threaded through his mind.
Instead of walking straight to the door, Spock moved to where Nyota sat and waited until she looked at him. When she at last met his eyes he leaned down toward her slowly, watching her eyes go wide. He brought his lips to her ear. "Thank you for today, Nyota." He could feel her smile against his cheek. "Your taste still lingers on my tongue." He heard her gasp. "I wished to tell you, using the euphemism you seem to prefer, that your pussy is delicious."
He stood back to his full height and looked down into her thunderstruck face. He traced her parted lips with the pad of his thumb and then turned and walked away.
Nyota could not remember a single thing she worked on after Spock left his office.
Gaila flew to her side when she arrived at their room a few hours later, the Orion looking excited and ready to burst at the seams.
"You got a package!" she squealed, tugging Nyota into the room while freeing her of her PADD and carry bag.
"Good grief, La! It must be the cookies you love so much that my Grr sends me once a semester." Nyota laughed at her roommate's enthusiasm, shedding her uniform jacket and tossing it over her chair.
La thought Nyota's grandma's cookie recipe should be patented and sold.
Gaila grabbed Nyota's jacket, hanging it where it belonged in her closet, and sprinted back to her.
"Nope, my little sex goddess," she said, giving Nyota a twirl before dancing her over to her bed where a parcel was lying. "This was hand delivered by the Vulcan."
"What did you say?"
"Oh, please! You heard me, Ny. I've been waiting forever for you to get here to find out what's in this thing. Open! Open! Open!"
Nyota stood looking dazed for a minute, then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the package into her lap. There was a small card on top. Nyota pried it open with eager fingers.
'I do not wish for you to have the clothes of another man against your body.'
Her idea had worked. She wanted to scream.
Within a few moments the brown wrapping was torn open and the contents revealed.
She stood, feeling woozy, and began to lovingly lay her new pajamas across her bed to admire. There were seven shirts in all; two gray shirts that she had seen him in when he worked out in the gym, two red Starfleet Academy t-shirts-both bearing the solar year Spock had graduated from the institution, two black t-shirts-like the very one she had originally taken, that were worn beneath the instructor's uniform, and finally-much to her disbelief, a black licorice Starfleet Instructors' Uniform jacket. She stroked the last item with shining eyes, immediately naming it her 'special occasion' P.J.s.
Nyota looked over her shoulder and flashed Gaila a bright, ecstatically happy smile.
Gaila stared back at her then burst out laughing. "Holy shit, Ny! What did you do?"
Nyota didn't answer, but leaned over, pressing her face to the jacket on her bed. She could smell him on it. He had worn it today, in that classroom, on his knees. She purred.
Two more days.