FIC: Countdown - Chapter 2
Title: Countdown
Author: LiquidFyre
Chapter: 2
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Day 2 of Uhura’s absence
Disclaimer: The characters in this work belong to Paramount, Gene Roddenberry, etc. Not me.
Author's Notes: Thank you for the feedback. This is a great community.
Day 2
Spock checked his personal messages every 5 hours, beginning at 0700. When he still had not heard from her by 1700 hours, he ran a diagnostic on the onboard communications system.
The Captain invited him to join the bridge officers for another night of poker and he took a moment to ask if chess might not be a more rewarding pursuit.
“No, I’m certain that chess would not be preferable to poker.”
Doctor McCoy stepped from the turbolift and looked from Kirk to Spock.
“What’s this about chess? Jim, I’m stuck on this flying contraption, the food slots can’t produce a good piece of meat, and I am not giving up poker to play chess. The next thing you know he’ll have us drinking tea instead of alcohol”
“Tea has long been a staple for Vulcans and Humans. It has been shown to be beneficial to one’s health and”
“Jim, I mean it.”
Kirk held up his hand to ward off the complaints and logic. “Jim, you’ll have your booze. Spock, you can have your tea. You can give us a short demo of chess after the poker game.”
Spock nodded while Doctor McCoy frowned.
***
Spock sat across from Lt. Sulu and to the right of Ensign Chekhov.
“Should he be drinking alcohol, Captain?” Spock’s gaze was focused on the young Ensign.
Kirk glanced at his navigator and nodded. “I say if he’s old enough to direct us through space and fight in a battle, he’s old enough to drink.”
“Ability does not automatically indicate maturity, Captain.”
“You planning on telling his parents or something, Spock?”
He transferred his gaze to Doctor McCoy.
“That would be both unnecessary and ill-advised, Doctor. I was merely pointing out that it might not be a good idea to have Ensign Chekhov consume alcohol as he is on call tonight.”
The Captain looked at Chekhov and groaned. Spock lifted an eyebrow and Kirk could swear he was gloating.
Spock returned to his quarters at 2100 and immediately checked his messages.
“Computer, messages”
You have no waiting messages.
He frowned before settling in to meditate.
His dream was vivid that night:
Sitting on the side of the bed, he stared down at her in silence. She returned his gaze, unwaveringly, her lips parted with her arms raised above her head. He voiced his worry that she would feel like an object subjected to his examination.
Nyota lowered her arms, reaching for his hand, cradling it in her own, stroking his palm. “I enjoy watching you learn.” She pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed his knuckles before placing his open hand on her breast.
He swept his thumb back and forth over her erect nipple, his eyes on her face, gauging her reaction to his touch. He realized that he enjoyed watching her receive pleasure as much as he enjoyed providing it.
His long fingers trailed down her side, brushing the side of her breast before splaying across her abdomen, the contrast between his pale skin and her darker hue giving him an unexpected jolt. She held still, watching his face without comment as he explored. Her pleasure, desire and need communicated by a change in her breathing and the look in her eyes.
Author: LiquidFyre
Chapter: 2
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Day 2 of Uhura’s absence
Disclaimer: The characters in this work belong to Paramount, Gene Roddenberry, etc. Not me.
Author's Notes: Thank you for the feedback. This is a great community.
Day 2
Spock checked his personal messages every 5 hours, beginning at 0700. When he still had not heard from her by 1700 hours, he ran a diagnostic on the onboard communications system.
The Captain invited him to join the bridge officers for another night of poker and he took a moment to ask if chess might not be a more rewarding pursuit.
“No, I’m certain that chess would not be preferable to poker.”
Doctor McCoy stepped from the turbolift and looked from Kirk to Spock.
“What’s this about chess? Jim, I’m stuck on this flying contraption, the food slots can’t produce a good piece of meat, and I am not giving up poker to play chess. The next thing you know he’ll have us drinking tea instead of alcohol”
“Tea has long been a staple for Vulcans and Humans. It has been shown to be beneficial to one’s health and”
“Jim, I mean it.”
Kirk held up his hand to ward off the complaints and logic. “Jim, you’ll have your booze. Spock, you can have your tea. You can give us a short demo of chess after the poker game.”
Spock nodded while Doctor McCoy frowned.
***
Spock sat across from Lt. Sulu and to the right of Ensign Chekhov.
“Should he be drinking alcohol, Captain?” Spock’s gaze was focused on the young Ensign.
Kirk glanced at his navigator and nodded. “I say if he’s old enough to direct us through space and fight in a battle, he’s old enough to drink.”
“Ability does not automatically indicate maturity, Captain.”
“You planning on telling his parents or something, Spock?”
He transferred his gaze to Doctor McCoy.
“That would be both unnecessary and ill-advised, Doctor. I was merely pointing out that it might not be a good idea to have Ensign Chekhov consume alcohol as he is on call tonight.”
The Captain looked at Chekhov and groaned. Spock lifted an eyebrow and Kirk could swear he was gloating.
Spock returned to his quarters at 2100 and immediately checked his messages.
“Computer, messages”
You have no waiting messages.
He frowned before settling in to meditate.
His dream was vivid that night:
Sitting on the side of the bed, he stared down at her in silence. She returned his gaze, unwaveringly, her lips parted with her arms raised above her head. He voiced his worry that she would feel like an object subjected to his examination.
Nyota lowered her arms, reaching for his hand, cradling it in her own, stroking his palm. “I enjoy watching you learn.” She pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed his knuckles before placing his open hand on her breast.
He swept his thumb back and forth over her erect nipple, his eyes on her face, gauging her reaction to his touch. He realized that he enjoyed watching her receive pleasure as much as he enjoyed providing it.
His long fingers trailed down her side, brushing the side of her breast before splaying across her abdomen, the contrast between his pale skin and her darker hue giving him an unexpected jolt. She held still, watching his face without comment as he explored. Her pleasure, desire and need communicated by a change in her breathing and the look in her eyes.