fic : STXI : A Light In The Darkness (NC-17)
This work is rated NC-17 for explicit sexual content.
Disclaimer: I own no rights to Star Trek or the associated characters. This work falls under fair use and I make no profit of any kind from it, except warm fuzzy feelings.
Characters: Spock and Uhura
Paring: Spock/Uhura
Warnings: very mild pain/blood play
Summary: Hanukkah-themed PWP.
A/N: This is not in the same universe as Entanglement and Uncertainty. In this 'verse, Spock and Uhura have an acknowledged physical and romantic attraction, which is secret because of the instructor/cadet thing. That's basically all you need to know about the context.
Additionally: The 4th night of Hanukkah in 2257 will be on a Saturday in early December. Yes, I did my research.
Full G-rated image here.
A LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS
A Hanukkah-themed PWP for all the lovely people at spock_uhura .
The wind and rain beat against her raincoat with a ferocity that Nyota Uhura was still not used to, even though this was her fourth winter in San Francisco. She kept the jacket pulled close to her as she rushed across the brick-paved plaza, and let herself into the dark Computer Sciences building with a quick swipe of her ID card. The air in the building was cold -- which made sense, since it was Saturday and the building was not technically open. She shivered and kept her coat closed as she climbed the stairs to the third floor, where Commander Spock's office was.
Not for the first time, she wished that she had taken care of this responsibility sooner. She had only just finished processing the data she had gathered from the long-range sensor array, and she had promised Spock that it would be in his inbox by Sunday morning when he came in. Normally, she would have emailed it to him, and stayed in her warm dorm room with Gaila while they studied for their finals. Unfortunately, the amount of data she had collected exceeded the email server's attachment size limit, so she was forced to deliver her stack of PADDs by hand, to his physical inbox.
So here she was, at 5:00 on a stormy Saturday night, wet and shivering and dripping on the floor, boots squeaking as she turned down the side hallway towards the faculty offices.
To her surprise, dim light spilled from the frosted window in Spock's office door. Her tentative knock was rewarded by the door sliding open even before she had lowered her hand, and a wall of delightfully warm air greeted her as she stepped in.
"Good evening," Spock said, glancing up from his work.
She smiled. "Working on a Saturday night? I'm surprised at you!"
He raised one eyebrow. "I have a large amount of grading to complete before final exams begin. Additionally, candles are forbidden in faculty housing."
"Candles?" She followed his gaze to the window, and was stunned into silence at the sight of a menorah that held five bright candles. After a long pause, she opened her lips again. "I ... didn't know you were Jewish."
"I do not practice the religion. However, my mother is of Jewish descent, and we celebrated Hanukkah when I was a child. I find the practice soothing."
"Oh." She shifted awkwardly as he went back to the PADD in his hand. "I brought the data from the long-range lab." She plunked her bag on the corner of the desk and took the short stack out. "It took me a while to get it all processed, and then the attachment was too big to email. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all." He tapped the PADD with a sense of finality and set it down. "I suspected that you would stop by. It is unlike you to miss a deadline, and I anticipated that the data packs would be too big to send electronically." He rose gracefully from his seat. "You are dripping."
With a start, Nyota stepped back from the desk. "Sorry."
"Please take your coat off. I prepared tea in case you came."
She shrugged the coat off and hung it carefully on the back of the chair in front of the desk. "Thank you."
He retrieved a pair of cups from a high shelf and set them on the desk, then slipped around her and into the hall. She heard his footsteps diminish as he went around the corner, then grow louder as he returned. He pushed the door shut with a soft click, turned the overhead lights all the way off, and set the small pot on the desk. "It is not as good as the tea that you prepare."
"As long as it drives the chill away, it'll be delicious."
He looked at her with sudden intensity. "You are cold?"
"Just a little."
He stepped close to her, only half a breath away, and pushed a wet lock of hair behind her shoulder. "Should I increase the temperature?"
His voice was low and his lips close to her ear. Nyota trembled slightly, and not from the cold. Heat radiated off Spock, and she laid a hand against his chest. "No need."
The hand that had moved her hair still rested against her shoulder, and he trailed the other down her arm. "My body heat warms you sufficiently?"
She raised her eyes to his, and met the intensity of his gaze equally. "It's not as simple as that."
"I see." He lifted her hand off his chest and held it in his. The shallow telepathic connection was an electric tingle, through her fingers, down her arm, until she felt his presence at the edges of her mind. "You are using the double meaning of heat."
She didn't need words to answer -- he could feel her arousal, and she felt his in return, mingled with amusement. She lifted her chin, and he captured her lips in a searingly hot kiss. Before she could process what had happened, he had lifted her onto the edge of his desk and spread her knees wide, pressing firmly against her and making his physical excitement absolutely unambiguous.
She moaned wantonly and grabbed at his jacket, struggling to unzip it and touch his chest without the barrier of heavy wool. At last she was successful, and he obliged her by removing it quickly and tossing it aside. Her wandering hands traced the contours of his muscles as he pushed her skirt up above her hips and slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties.
His lips pressed against the side of her neck. "May I?"
"Yes," she responded breathlessly, and he stepped back, quickly removing her boots and underwear.
He came towards her slowly, his analytical gaze roaming over her body, memorizing every inch. Her breath was slow and heavy, and her skin glowed by the light of the candles in the window. Spock's hands trailed lightly up her legs as their bodies came together again, and he kissed her as she gasped in pleasure. He worked his fingers slowly inside her, and broke the kiss with a soft groan. "You are dripping."
She leaned her forehead against his. "I need you."
He withdrew his fingers, and in only moments he had opened his trousers and dropped them to his knees. Nyota touched his engorged lok gently, and it twitched in response. Spock's hands gripped her hips, and pressed into her, penetrating her in one graceful motion. His thickness stretched and filled her, and her nails dug into his back in delight.
He stopped for a few moments after he was embedded in her, allowing her to adjust before he began moving, slowly at first, but with building speed and force. Nyota crossed her ankles behind him, holding him close as she ground against his thrusts, her body hungrily demanding more friction, more depth, more contact.
He pushed her backwards onto her elbows, and planted his hands on the desk as he thrust harder and deeper into her. The low light threw dancing highlights and shadows across his normally placid face, now expressing more than anyone else had ever seen as he gave himself over to pleasure.
Nyota gasped and cried out as he repeatedly hit the sweet spot inside her, and clenched down on him. He lowered his body to her, and his needy lips traced a wandering path from the edge of her collar, down her jaw. When he reached her mouth she sucked on his lower lip and scraped her teeth across it. He trembled, and she bit down, harder than she ever would have for anyone else. He gasped and clutched at her, and she tasted a few drops of his blood.
"Hold on," Spock whispered roughly, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her and turned, pressing her back against the door. She rode him hard, clutching his shoulders and kissing his neck as he fucked her roughly. Her brain was foggy with lust -- she had imagined having sex in his office, but the combination of the candles, the time, the spontaneity, and his unexpected intensity made it far more erotic than she had dreamed.
Her climax caught her by surprise, and she came explosively and loudly, moaning Spock's name as she spasmed around him again and again. He finished with a groan a few moments later.
They didn't move for a long minute, and she stared vacantly at the dancing candles in their menorah. With a sigh, Spock lowered them to the floor and pulled out of her, then moved to sit beside her as she leaned against the door. He took her hand, and, contented, they watched the five little lights until only the shamash remained, a single light in the darkness.
Disclaimer: I own no rights to Star Trek or the associated characters. This work falls under fair use and I make no profit of any kind from it, except warm fuzzy feelings.
Characters: Spock and Uhura
Paring: Spock/Uhura
Warnings: very mild pain/blood play
Summary: Hanukkah-themed PWP.
A/N: This is not in the same universe as Entanglement and Uncertainty. In this 'verse, Spock and Uhura have an acknowledged physical and romantic attraction, which is secret because of the instructor/cadet thing. That's basically all you need to know about the context.
Additionally: The 4th night of Hanukkah in 2257 will be on a Saturday in early December. Yes, I did my research.
Full G-rated image here.
A LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS
A Hanukkah-themed PWP for all the lovely people at spock_uhura .
The wind and rain beat against her raincoat with a ferocity that Nyota Uhura was still not used to, even though this was her fourth winter in San Francisco. She kept the jacket pulled close to her as she rushed across the brick-paved plaza, and let herself into the dark Computer Sciences building with a quick swipe of her ID card. The air in the building was cold -- which made sense, since it was Saturday and the building was not technically open. She shivered and kept her coat closed as she climbed the stairs to the third floor, where Commander Spock's office was.
Not for the first time, she wished that she had taken care of this responsibility sooner. She had only just finished processing the data she had gathered from the long-range sensor array, and she had promised Spock that it would be in his inbox by Sunday morning when he came in. Normally, she would have emailed it to him, and stayed in her warm dorm room with Gaila while they studied for their finals. Unfortunately, the amount of data she had collected exceeded the email server's attachment size limit, so she was forced to deliver her stack of PADDs by hand, to his physical inbox.
So here she was, at 5:00 on a stormy Saturday night, wet and shivering and dripping on the floor, boots squeaking as she turned down the side hallway towards the faculty offices.
To her surprise, dim light spilled from the frosted window in Spock's office door. Her tentative knock was rewarded by the door sliding open even before she had lowered her hand, and a wall of delightfully warm air greeted her as she stepped in.
"Good evening," Spock said, glancing up from his work.
She smiled. "Working on a Saturday night? I'm surprised at you!"
He raised one eyebrow. "I have a large amount of grading to complete before final exams begin. Additionally, candles are forbidden in faculty housing."
"Candles?" She followed his gaze to the window, and was stunned into silence at the sight of a menorah that held five bright candles. After a long pause, she opened her lips again. "I ... didn't know you were Jewish."
"I do not practice the religion. However, my mother is of Jewish descent, and we celebrated Hanukkah when I was a child. I find the practice soothing."
"Oh." She shifted awkwardly as he went back to the PADD in his hand. "I brought the data from the long-range lab." She plunked her bag on the corner of the desk and took the short stack out. "It took me a while to get it all processed, and then the attachment was too big to email. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all." He tapped the PADD with a sense of finality and set it down. "I suspected that you would stop by. It is unlike you to miss a deadline, and I anticipated that the data packs would be too big to send electronically." He rose gracefully from his seat. "You are dripping."
With a start, Nyota stepped back from the desk. "Sorry."
"Please take your coat off. I prepared tea in case you came."
She shrugged the coat off and hung it carefully on the back of the chair in front of the desk. "Thank you."
He retrieved a pair of cups from a high shelf and set them on the desk, then slipped around her and into the hall. She heard his footsteps diminish as he went around the corner, then grow louder as he returned. He pushed the door shut with a soft click, turned the overhead lights all the way off, and set the small pot on the desk. "It is not as good as the tea that you prepare."
"As long as it drives the chill away, it'll be delicious."
He looked at her with sudden intensity. "You are cold?"
"Just a little."
He stepped close to her, only half a breath away, and pushed a wet lock of hair behind her shoulder. "Should I increase the temperature?"
His voice was low and his lips close to her ear. Nyota trembled slightly, and not from the cold. Heat radiated off Spock, and she laid a hand against his chest. "No need."
The hand that had moved her hair still rested against her shoulder, and he trailed the other down her arm. "My body heat warms you sufficiently?"
She raised her eyes to his, and met the intensity of his gaze equally. "It's not as simple as that."
"I see." He lifted her hand off his chest and held it in his. The shallow telepathic connection was an electric tingle, through her fingers, down her arm, until she felt his presence at the edges of her mind. "You are using the double meaning of heat."
She didn't need words to answer -- he could feel her arousal, and she felt his in return, mingled with amusement. She lifted her chin, and he captured her lips in a searingly hot kiss. Before she could process what had happened, he had lifted her onto the edge of his desk and spread her knees wide, pressing firmly against her and making his physical excitement absolutely unambiguous.
She moaned wantonly and grabbed at his jacket, struggling to unzip it and touch his chest without the barrier of heavy wool. At last she was successful, and he obliged her by removing it quickly and tossing it aside. Her wandering hands traced the contours of his muscles as he pushed her skirt up above her hips and slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties.
His lips pressed against the side of her neck. "May I?"
"Yes," she responded breathlessly, and he stepped back, quickly removing her boots and underwear.
He came towards her slowly, his analytical gaze roaming over her body, memorizing every inch. Her breath was slow and heavy, and her skin glowed by the light of the candles in the window. Spock's hands trailed lightly up her legs as their bodies came together again, and he kissed her as she gasped in pleasure. He worked his fingers slowly inside her, and broke the kiss with a soft groan. "You are dripping."
She leaned her forehead against his. "I need you."
He withdrew his fingers, and in only moments he had opened his trousers and dropped them to his knees. Nyota touched his engorged lok gently, and it twitched in response. Spock's hands gripped her hips, and pressed into her, penetrating her in one graceful motion. His thickness stretched and filled her, and her nails dug into his back in delight.
He stopped for a few moments after he was embedded in her, allowing her to adjust before he began moving, slowly at first, but with building speed and force. Nyota crossed her ankles behind him, holding him close as she ground against his thrusts, her body hungrily demanding more friction, more depth, more contact.
He pushed her backwards onto her elbows, and planted his hands on the desk as he thrust harder and deeper into her. The low light threw dancing highlights and shadows across his normally placid face, now expressing more than anyone else had ever seen as he gave himself over to pleasure.
Nyota gasped and cried out as he repeatedly hit the sweet spot inside her, and clenched down on him. He lowered his body to her, and his needy lips traced a wandering path from the edge of her collar, down her jaw. When he reached her mouth she sucked on his lower lip and scraped her teeth across it. He trembled, and she bit down, harder than she ever would have for anyone else. He gasped and clutched at her, and she tasted a few drops of his blood.
"Hold on," Spock whispered roughly, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her and turned, pressing her back against the door. She rode him hard, clutching his shoulders and kissing his neck as he fucked her roughly. Her brain was foggy with lust -- she had imagined having sex in his office, but the combination of the candles, the time, the spontaneity, and his unexpected intensity made it far more erotic than she had dreamed.
Her climax caught her by surprise, and she came explosively and loudly, moaning Spock's name as she spasmed around him again and again. He finished with a groan a few moments later.
They didn't move for a long minute, and she stared vacantly at the dancing candles in their menorah. With a sigh, Spock lowered them to the floor and pulled out of her, then moved to sit beside her as she leaned against the door. He took her hand, and, contented, they watched the five little lights until only the shamash remained, a single light in the darkness.