Into the Zone
Title: In the Zone
Author: Minx
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not Mine / Entertainment Only
Warning: Strong Adult Sexual Content
Summary:Cannon based off Movieverse - A routine rescue attempt in a newly chartered solar system tests the bound of friendship, loyalty, love, trust, and desire for Captain Kirk, Lt. Uhura and Commander Spock. How does one decide on the reasons why we love and desire who we do? Uhura must answer this and other questions when pushed into the Zone.
Captains Log, Star date 43125.4. We are cautiously entering the Delta Rena star system three days after receiving a distress call from the Federation colony on a planet in a now hostile solar system. The garbled transmission reported the colony under attack from an unidentified alien life form. Three search parties have been sent, no contact has been made with any since 01200 hours. Our mission is one of rescue and if necessary, confrontation with a hostile enemy none of us can name. I will take one crew member capable enough to get me through the zone. The only crew member who's life means to me more than my own. Lt. Nyota Uhura.
“Permission to speak freely Captain…”
“Go ahead Spock…”
Sensors blink as we pass, our body signatures are detected, our bio systems recognized along the lighted corridor. The bio scan opens each door granting as we move through. Together we approach sick bay, I've been summoned by Bones, and now Spock wants a word.
“Lieutenant Uhura is getting her inoculation shots.”
“As will I.”
“Yes sir, which means your decision, has been made.”
“It has.”
“Another rescue mission into the zone is unwise Captain. All scans of the Planet Rena return no sign of life, and we cannot beam you off if things....turn hostile. The Delta Rena is active. If you were to locate the crew members, the colonist, any living being, the probability of a rescue is…”
“I know this Spock, but we leave no man down.”
The clear plane of glass parts and we enter side by side. Her eyes, those eyes of hers that I can’t keep from seeing when I close mine dart between us both. I understand Spock’s reluctance to let her go. If I were in his shoes….well it didn’t matter. If she was mine I’d screw it up within the first month. Still knowing I’m not good for her and wanting her are two different things.
“Jim….just in time. Plant it.” Bones gestures to the exam table. Spock stops his approach. Not because he’s done with the subject, but because she’s watching, watching us both. I sit. My eyes never leave her as I roll up my sleeve.
“Spock…” Stating his name breaks the exchange between them both and she's now looking at me. “...he thinks I should take Sulu, that this is too risky of a mission for a communications Lieutenant. He has a point lieutenant.”
Uhura is never one to be told she is in capable of a mission. My comment has the desired effect. She cuts her eyes between us both, her lips press together in a thin angry line.
“Sulu is needed at the bridge Captain. The Delta is unstable, if the crew has to warp to avoid a threat and return to save the colonist Lt. Sulu is the only one to do so.” She slides down from the table. Her long legs seem to stretch forever under the red Federation issued mini. Starfleet should do better to dress our officers so a man like me wouldn’t have to suffer the temptation at every turn.
“There is another reason to consider. All transmissions from the colony have been compromised. I can restore the communication link with Starfleet. Critical to saving the colony and possibly key to Scottie beaming those colonists off the planet.” I can't help but smile. She's right. Again. Spock and I both know it. Her arms cross and sixteen inches of long glossy hair that slimly makes up her ponytail sways as her eyes sparkle like chipped onyx with confidence. “I’m the only navigator that can get you on the planet and off. You need me on this mission sir. I resent either of you trying to stop me.”
Her eyes narrow with the return to Spock in a challenge. “It would be illogical.”
“Then it’s settled.” It's hard not to swallow the smile I feel turning up the sides of my mouth. "You are the woman for the job."
"Sir," she nods, then walks out, her hips matching the sway of her ponytail. Bones sticks me with his damn subdermal injector and it’s like acid in my veins. “Owe!”
“She was a more compliant of a patient than you.” Bones chuckles to my whine.
"Yeah well I'm sure your bedside manner had nothing to do with that."
"True."' he chuckles. “Sit back, you mustn’t move. A complete isomolecular scan is the only thing between you and certain doom on this mission of improbability..." Bones cuts Spock a look. "Amy I right?"
His voice is dull and so are the colors, smells, even the texture of the cool padded medical table beneath me. And my lids grow heavy, as if each lash has a weight attached, just as every nerve in my body responds to the fake stimuli. Before I slip I see Spock hovering, wanting to say more. I can't resist. “Something else, Spock….” slurred, my voice sounds like I've been drinking all night with a Brunali Leucon--the only alien to ever drink me under the table then eat the glass and bottle afterwards.
“It is not that I don’t trust your judgment Captain. Or question your authority to make this decision.”
“You just don’t trust me with her?” I ask. A deep chuckle to the back of my throat surfaces. My vision clears and our eyes meet.
Bones touches my arm for me to lower; he’s looking between us both shakes his head, then turns back to his instruments of pain. Spock shows no outward sign of emotion to my dig. But its there. A layer behind that black bottomless depth of his eyes. It’s there. He loves her and just maybe I do too. Though he’s the better man for it. She and I could never be.
“Sir.” He nods then turns on his heel and breezes out the clear doors. Bones leaves his petri-dish and detronal scanners to run a light probe over me.
“You shouldn’t take her with you. Spock is right. Even the Federation can't confirm the alien life forms in this solar system. They should have never sent the colonist here. More importantly, you aren’t at your best Jim when you’re sniffing up that tree. I thought you preferred unattachments?”
“What is it with them Bones? She can have any man she wants and she chooses a man with no feelings?”
He smirks. Our eyes meet. There are no words; we understand the answer to that question.
“Yeah, well, I will take care of her. If we encounter anything suspect we jet back out of the zone immediately.”
“As you wish captain.”
“It’s not personal Bones, she’s the one for the job. That is all.”
***
“How could you do that? How could you?”
Instead of an answer I get nothing but a blank stare. His hands clasped behind his back his eyes honed in on me rooting me to the spot. It's as if I’m some incompetent Starfleet cadet studying under him, whining about a test grade. It’s insulting. It hurts. And so unlike him. “Do you question my ability to land through the zone? To restore communication with the Colony, to….”
“Never.”
“Then why tell the Captain I can’t do it?”
“That is not what I said. I merely posed the odds of a successful mission considering what….”
“Considering that it is me that will be in that shuttle. Right?”
He didn’t speak. He didn’t have too. I understood partly why he was hesitant. Our love was something he couldn’t rationalize into probabilities; it wasn’t something he could reason away. And each time he considered the risks or the possibilities of my death the fear of losing himself to his human side won out.
That is something he can’t control.
I only step to him to reassure him. I only touch him to bring him closer to an understanding. He can trust me. My feelings for him defy all reason and that is something he can believe in. But faith is illogical, and for my man it always boils down to logic.
“Spock….” My voice is soft, seductive even. It's not my intent, but with all his hidden layers I see such vulnerability in him. So I speak softly, with a touch of firmness his mate should have. And I touch him. The sides of his face in my hands we are close, close enough for me to run the ball of my thumbs over his high cheekbones. There I take another look into his all knowing eyes hoping he can see the conviction in mine.
“I can do this. Those colonists need us it is our mission our purpose and I am the only logical choice…”
“There is only a 17.6% chance you will return. Let me go in your place. I can get him through…”
“You cannot. Vulcan’s can’t withstand the Zone. You know this.”
“I’m half Vulcan, therefore, the odds of my losing…”
“No. It is my mission, my call. Don’t stand between me and duty to cover your fear of losing me. That's not who you are. It's not who I am.”
“I know who you are.” He says. His arm circles my waist drawing me in. I’m brought into the tight firmness that is him. We’re alone in my quarters, which should be our quarters because we spend our evenings here beyond the prying eyes of crew members, colleagues and friends. Here it is just me and him, and no one knows us this way. I can’t help but smile when I see his eyes grow smoky with desire and need. Need for me.
“If you know who I am then trust me…”
He does. Very slowly his grew closer until my eyes crossed and his mouth drifted across mine. I can feel the shiver from that kiss spread through me like a cool wave and my body goes soft against his. It was a lingering unhurried whisper of a kiss. The brush of our lips are always the first point of contact for us like a greeting of our souls a melding of all the desire we keep locked tight from the universe. It is the most sensual exchange I’d ever experienced with a man.
***
I can feel her. All of her. Her mind and soul opens to me in a single kiss and I own her. Our union sealed before our bodies meet. For this and all the reasons I desire her, the man, the human in me rises to the occasion. And it is my turn to savor the soft sweet breath that escapes her mouth into mine. I can sense her impatience can hear the faint flutter of her hands as she tries to prevent herself from reaching up and touching me once more. It’s the mating way…and though she’s woman and wants ravishment she is forced to wait. For she has no idea how my restraint with a slow ease is the only way to keep from taking her completely over.
“Spock…I…” she whispers. Her breathing and heart rate irregular her scent filling my nostrils. I’m drunk with it, the spice and honey mix of her lotioned skin…the lavender she washes her hair in. I absorb it all, running down the side zipper of her skirt.
“We don’t have time….I must.”
A look and she silences. If I must let her go, then she must allow me this one pleasure. She understands. The waistband of her skirt loosens but it does not quite drop from her shapely hips.
With both my hands I take her face into my cupped palms and my finger goes over the flutter of her pulse under the paper thin skin over her temples. Her life is so fragile, the beat of her heart so insignificant in the universe, but the most precious thing I know. It should be protected. She’s a Lieutenant bound as I to serve the Federation, logic says that I let go. Respect that boundary. But my heart says I protect the woman I love.
“It is not customary to delay you…and I do understand the risks….but I can’t….no I choose not to let you go.”
Then I capture her mouth fully and plunge into the warm softness drawing her tongue and last breath into mine. She grips my shirt from the force of my kiss, it is not my intent to take too much of her, but she has no idea. No idea the struggle it takes not to fully consume her. This isn’t logical, it is us.
Undoing the first, second, third, fourth button to the top its over her head and to the floor before we care. And for me the same. Our clothes shed naturally. Her body beneath me brown and flawless under my pale skin, my tongue is hot for her on its travels. Circling one nipple then the other, I abandon the beautiful mounds to allow my tongue to travel between the valley of her breasts up her throat, knocking her head back. She opens her thighs. She rubs that wet heat of her sex against the painfully rigid length of mine.
I can feel my own sweat as it escapes my pours I want to dive in so viciously. But I withstand. Dipping my head to the slender curve of her neck and drawing her flesh in between my teeth.
With her thigh in my palm I force one back as my hips raise and my member rises to occasion.
***
Oh he teases me so. His pale torso was formidable without an ounce of spare flesh to be seen. He is lean and honed muscle. So gorgeous. Too gorgeous, really. And he’s sucking at my neck until I’m near madness and my hips began to make their own restless little circles trying to entice him to come in. Circling against the formidable hardness of him and the tip of his meaty cock presses at my hole. A little cry or whimper escapes me as I brace for what is to come next.
“You like that?” he questioned silkily as his tongue found a particularly vulnerable area to roll over.
“I…” My eyes shut and I shudder. “I…”
“Tell me” he urged.
“Yes…”
“And this….” He pushes in so I can feel every thick inch of his growing member go deeper. My back arches up from the bed and my thighs are forced back as he opens me wider to receive him. “Ah…” is all I can manage.
And then goes for it. Pumping in and out, thrust after thrust, licks to my face, bites to my neck, his nails digging into the tender flesh of my ass as he goes further. My eyes flip open I can see the thin glistening sheen of perspiration dotting his forehead running down the bridge of his nose. Feel its wet heat as it drips on me and his hips twist in pleasure. Yes, I feel so much….
***
Was it her eagerness to please me in the face of my unyielding appetite to posses her? Her face is lit with breathless pleasure or sheer joy when the first orgasm rocked her small curvy body and she clings to me as she chokes out her moans of ecstasy and a few broken syllables that sound like my name?
And I know we’re pressed for time, that my time with her is short. So I brace against the tidal wave that approaches as I near the same. Holding her tight my hips pump in and out of her repeatedly as I unleash all of my love for her. Then collapse in a sweaty puddle of exhaustion on top.
Lieutenant Uhura…
She freezes. Shoves me so that I fall over, escapes my arms. She’s on her feet, sweaty, my essence on her, my seed planted and coating her womb. Naked, she gathers her uniform and undergarments, all in seconds. Our eyes meet and she draws away even further.
“This is Lieutenant Uhura…” She runs for the bath quarters and I can do nothing but crave her.
“The Captain requests you on the bridge.”
“On my way.”
She looks back to me. But there are no words. None that she will listen to or ease my panic.
“Spock, breathless….” She says and blows me a kiss then disappears into the bath for a quick shower before she leaves.
I’m left with the memory of that kiss and the taste of her lingering on my lips. Gathering control I follow to join her and bathe with. It’s the only logical thing to do.
***
“Sorry Captain I…”
“Are you on board or not Lieutenant? Time is short.” My tone's harsh and a little out of pitch. I know she was with him, and irks me. This is an important mission. I have no time for their lover’s quarrel.
Uhura cuts me a bashful look then her eyes slip away. She fastens her self in, fingers then flipping switches on the front and above control console. “Yes sir, my apologies sir.”
“Enterprise.”
“You’ve been cleared captain.” Answers Sulu.
Another look and she nods that she is ready before I push forward on the lever to release the thrusters. The engines flare and the craft lifts as the pressure mounts, nailing us to our seats. We breach, sailing through space in a smooth weightless glide. Me and my communications lieutenant turned top navigator. Spock’s right. I chose her on purpose.
Watching them day in and day out has put me to the test. The secret glances, the passing smiles, she acts as if she never felt anything for me as if we never shared anything.
“All clear….nearing the Delta Rena….” She says turns in her seats, headseat reaching out of the cushion pad planted in her ear. Her fingers glide over the screens handling all controls on the Delta Flyer.
I have to look away. Maintain focus. My eyes are now on the blackness of space, and the approaching green mist of the delta, a band around planet Rena is ahead. With me steering us through the toxic belt. The Federation should have never colonized. The zone is a membrane of alien matter that for some reason human’s can pass through. The affects according to Bones is at the cortical level of our brains. This can heighten our awareness, or sight, senses, smell taste. But we are the better for it.
Vulcan’s and other alien species including Borg can’t pass through. Their already heightened states of existence implode on them. So of course the Federation thought of this as a safe haven for a colony. They were wrong.
“….approaching he gravitational ring of the Rena…thruster are holding……”
The engines may be maintaining but the hull feels like its being pried apart with the powerful shakes. And this mist consumes us. “Visibility is less than 20.”
“I have it sir.” She responds. “We clear it in 3000 kilometers…”
“Captain this is Spock, we have a lock on you but you need to che...for....it....you can...but...and….” The transmission garbles. I switch to another frequency and it distorts further.
“We’re losing communication with Enterprise sir.”
“Can you maintain Uhura….”
“Negative.”
The force of the Rena give way to a violent shake to the Delta Flyer, a cross between Federation and Borg technology designed to withstand the most hostile of environments. We both are violently shook in our seats.
“Systems failing sir, shields down, we're losing…we’ve lost engine two and three….warp core off line…”
“It’s draining…take us down metalevels we'll coast through the Rena then switch to the micro fusion thrusters….” I'm shouting the order the rattling of the crafts outer hull is like a sonic long buzz piercing our skulls. But when I look over she’s calm. Working as fast as she could on failing systems as one panel and control blinks off then the next….the steering nearly out of my control….out of my hands…
“….Pressure dropping….”
I can barely see through the glowing green mist its thickening and it's brighter, the light source can't be determined. “We’re near the Zone.”
“Affirmative sir.”
I can see it, I can feel it. The hairs on my arm and nape stand on end. My body seems to be hit with an unexpected jolt of adrenaline.
Spock’s probabilities echo through my mind. Certain death. That is the risk, who am I too take her with me.
“….The zone, Captain...we reach in 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1….”
The Mission
….Captains Log Supplemental. Our computer core system has failed; we have lost all communication with The Enterprise. The Starship remains standard orbit of this I’m sure…still there is no way to communicate how dire things are for us now. The zone once breached sucked us through the planets gravitational pull with a force neither of us could have anticipated. However Lt. Uhura got us through.
The crash landing was done with no power control; but miraculously she brought us through the crater, and the shuttle suffered extensive damage upon impact. It has taken me more than an hour to extricate myself from the mangled front wreckage, Nyota Uhura hasn’t moved or woken since…
“Nyota! Nyota!”
Everything was smashed. The glass splintered like an intricate web there’s little view of the planets surface. The console is bright with shooting sparks, controls are cooked. Wires hanging above and outside of the side walls are active. And sulfuric smoke is burning our lungs, stinging my eyes.
I’m free, barely. If that matters at all considering. Look at her. She could be hurt or worse.
Avoiding the electrical wires swinging above hissing at me, I manage to get her chair turned, the belts tying her down and locked so tightly I have to remove the knife I keep to my ankle strap to cut her free. She drops into my arms. The scar above her brow seems insignificant but it bleeds, running two streams of crimson blood drown over her closed lids. She’s light. Too light in my arms. Punching the drop pad I fear that the hatch won’t open, it does to my relief.
The air is hot but breathable. Though visibility is limited…and it dawns on me how quickly I’m recovering. The roof beam of the shuttle that fell caved in I pushed off me shortly after I woke. All done with little effort.
“The Zone.”
Well if that is true, then Uhura should wake. And wake soon. In the meantime I have to find shelter. I carry her several yards to a cave opening. A safe distance from the craft. Then hike back to retrieve a hand phaser, phaser rifle, even a photon torpedo launcher, and our portable communications equipment, this is hostile territory.
A final trip I bring what can be salvaged as rations and the medical equipment. When I return to her a scan for injuries reveal none. As I suspected. For all purposes she’s okay. She should be awake.
“Nyota….Nyota….”
She doesn’t respond. And we’re stuck…alone.
Starship Enterprise
“The surface scans?”
“Captain Spock, there’s nothing. No sign of them or any life since we lost all contact…”
It’s not enough. The odds of them making it is slim, I know this. But my heart knows differently. I would feel it if she was gone. As I did mother. As I know my own life force. This I can’t share with those under my command. Though Dr. McCoy keeps looking to me as if he suspects.
“Sulu take the helm, Dr. McCoy, if you will.”
Once we’re out of the bridge we can speak freely. “Commander Scottie may be able to launch another probe, maybe…”
“Spock, Jim wanted us to stand down until the 72 hour….”
“A contingency plan must be in the works now, not 72 hours from now. It is only logical that we cover all bases. In case.”
“In case?”
I can hear the question within the question but I will not answer. I am not ruled by emotion here. “There are over 300 colonists stranded on this planet. Until more Fleets arrive it’s my duty to explore all plausible solutions. No matter how slim. That is only logical.”
“I figured you’d be headed me way.” Scottie said rising from the control panel once we clear the doors and enter the engineering bay. “I want to show you something.” He leads us both through the engineering deck to the kiosk with a light display of the solar system
“The third sun…I’ve detected a sub space distortion emanating here and here….” He touches the screen to which our eyes follow. “…it has since focused…here…”
“Nova? A Super Nova?”
“The sun will go nova?” Dr. McCoy echoes.
“Aye, and soon. We have a week….maybe…and then Captain we must warp out of this galaxy.”
“Kirk and Uhura are on the planet still, no communication.” Dr. McCoy says.
“I’ve been working on that…a formula to transport…to lock on them even through the Delta Rena. Through the zone…”
“Do you have something?” It is my turn to hope, I can hear the panic in my voice.”
“No. But I’m trying…I’m trying…”
****
“Mmm….”
The pain is so intense at the back of my skull that my eyes tear before they open.
“Drink….”
He presses the canteen to my lips a sip, then another and then some more, and the cool liquid glides down my throat. Never had water taste so good. My eyes open and it’s not Spock, but James hovering over me. There’s a fog, a glowing fog around him like an aura. But the blue spark in his eyes is familiar and comforting.
“Where…”
“The planet Rena, you bought us in Lt. Safe and sound.” He touches my forehead and I can feel the adhesive sticking to my skin, covering the source of my pain.
So I try to rise, pushing up with his help I can sit forward, and the headache is fading, I can feel it. “How long…” my voice croaks.
“A day…a little over a day.”
“I’ve been out cold for over a day.”
He smiles and stands. The air? It can be seen. It’s a green mist like that of the Delta. A moving fog that your vision is forced to adjust too, it tints everything around you. The more I inhale it the better I feel. Soon just from sitting and breathing my headache begins to fade.
“Feeling better aren’t you?”
“Ah…yeah? Strange.” I answer rubbing my hands up and down my arms.
“It’s the Zone. In it, everything….”
“Heightens? This is what they were talking about. I thought Dr. McCoy….”
“Inoculated us against it? Not hardly. They don’t make an inoculation for this Nyota.”
He’s using my name and he knows not too. Well I’ve asked him not too. Only Spock calls me by my name. He’s tinkering with something I cannot see.
“James….”
He doesn’t answer.
I manage to rise, my knees buckle at first. But soon standing isn’t that big of a chore, walking is a different matter. Each step gets easier as I approach him. “Is that the communicator box?”
“Yes, I think it can be repaired--the atmospheric challenges are the hardest. For some reason I just know how….”
“Not some reason…it’s cerebral now. It’s this….” Holding my hand out in front of me when my fingers move it disturbs the air causing the green to shimmy with tiny lights of gold.
“It’s denser here because of the cave opening. We can go deeper in and be clear of it…”
“In there? You’ve been in there?” My eyes go to the dark tunnel to the back of the cave. James was fearless this way, but being fearless didn’t necessarily equate smart. “That’s….”
“Illogical?” he smirks. My eyes cut to him and he fixes those blue ones on me, there’s an accusation in his eyes that isn’t fair. Spock is his friend. But he constantly finds ways to point out his Vulcan side to me. Then he looks away, dismissing me altogether. “It’s fine. I’ve been back through the tunnels and so have you. I take you wherever I go. Never leave you alone.”
There was a brief silence between us after. His naturally flirty nature I’m immune too…it affects me strangely. He peers up at me with a squint, and I smile despite myself.
“Here…let me try…”
“Your head…how does it feel?” he taps his brow with a laser welder.
“Fine….”
So he concedes, rising as I lower to inspect his work. Ignoring the way he stares, or the sensation that tingles through my palm when our fingers touch as he hands over the tool. Ignoring him completely before he goes off into the cave to whatever it is he’s got hidden in the darkness. Alone I can breathe. I close my mind to the lure and seductive pull this planet is having on me….I close my mind to him.
It is Spock that fills my thoughts next. He’s the man that knows my desires. He was passionate before transport. I miss not being held in his arms. My guess is he’s up there now searching for us. I know. And he’s covering what he’s feeling.
What is he feeling
He’s behind me, but he spoke…he spoke all around me. My head slowly turns. His eyes are hooded, guarded, they bore down on me from his towering presence. She had to blink to maintain herself because in that moment she wanted to rise. To go to him?
“Wha-what did you say?”
Those lips curl at the corners and a sly smirk plays over his lips. The blue of his eyes seem to sparkle in the shifting mist.
“Did you read my mind?”
Can you read mine? He asks without speaking and fear crawls up my spine like a many legged spider, forcing me to shiver. And it’s true. I can. Telepathy? Now we’re telepaths?
Um…that, and…yes Nyota, yes…we are…
He takes a step toward me and I find myself standing. He moves through the mist and it parts to make his eyes clear, those eyes I can barely look away from. “This isn’t….isn’t right,” I swallow my voice strained; it’s barely above a whisper.
I can feel my heart pulse quicken to a maddening flutter the closer he comes. Closing my eyes I open them and close again. My head feels funny and strangely my panties are moist just from his presence. “No. James, something…something’s wrong…the way we’re responding to this planet…wrong.” In my attempt to escape his pull, with his face only centimeters from mine, my foot hits the communication pack. He captures my elbow to keep me from falling. And that contact, sends a charge through me that makes my…me ache for him….where I shouldn’t.
I want to know Nyota. Why him? A woman as passionate as you, why would you choose anyone other than a man that can unleash that passion…let me show you what to do with all that….all that passion you keep chained away.
His finger grazes the side of my face then down my neck. My eyes flutter shut from the sensation as if there is a charge emitting from the tip of his finger searing a sweet heat across my skin. His close proximity entices me as much as the sultry promise in his voice--even though it shamed me to admit it.
“Captain you aren’t well…you’ve been breathing too much of this air…” I struggle to break free of this invisible hold he has on me though I’m throbbing for him below.
Why him? Tell me you haven’t wanted….haven’t needed the illogical ways of a man and a woman….Spock doesn’t….
“That’s enough!” with a thrust of my palms I shove him off. My lungs immediately fill with air again and my senses though elevated stabilize enough for me to regain control. I feel violated, and so sexually charged I have to resist the urge to touch myself. Embarrassed I look away.
Looking around the cave I see we’re alone. Hopelessly alone. I’m not threatened by the isolation, Not the thought of him hurting me but….
I would never harm you….you know that….
“I suggest we focus on the transmuter, that is probably what’s offline, it’s highly sensitive to radioactive matter, this air…this planet….the Rena….all of it is acting like a repellant to our attempts to reach the Enterprise. Afterwards we take the phaser rifles….and….and go search for the colonies.”
We don’t know what is out there….together we’re safer in here….
“Talk to me! Not with your mind!” My voice echoes back off the walls of the cave. He chuckles. I amuse him now? He stands there moistens his lips and looks me over in the most inappropriate way.
“Captain?”
“I apologize Lt. It’s hard not to want to stroke you there.” He taps a finger at his temple.
“Don’t! Not again. I mean it.”
I didn’t. Every fiber in my being wanted to play the game. I liked it. It’s an artificial feeling, I think. It has to be. I love Spock. I love Spock. I love Spock.
“Sure you do,” he mumbles.
“What?”
“When the third sun sets there’s a strange disturbance outside of this cave. I find it safer if we withdraw deeper inside. At sunrise we can search for the Federation colony.”
“The craft?”
“Beyond repair and a magnet for whatever is out there.” He tosses his chin toward the mouth of the cave. The winds are whipping up the green mist causing a dazzling thick swirl and even lesser visibility as too whether it’s day or night?
“How can you tell it’s night?”
“I can sense it, can’t you?”
He’s right. I can.
“I moved us far enough from the craft in case it’s discovered by, whatever has attacked the colonist.”
“You? You carried me all the way?”
“The things we can do….” He starts to say more then stops. Running his hand back through his hair, scratching the back of his head he looks around. He seems to have a moment of clarity when he looks back at me. I can’t express how relieved I am.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
“To be honest. Yes.”
“Then come with me, I have it waiting for us.”
“It?”
He walks off.
“What about the transmuter….”
“Leave it. It’ll be fine. We aren’t going far. And…..there’s water. It’s why I kept it and you out here. Too much moisture.” He managed to shrug it away off-handedly but I sensed there was more to this ‘moisture’.
Then he stalks off. I can’t help but take him in. His athletic physique was a chiseled perfection to his broad shoulders and brick layered torso. All acutely defined against the tightness of his Federation t-shirt gives me flutters at the base of my stomach.
And those Viking-like thighs, tight round bum in his uniform pants is one of the reasons the women officers aboard can barely keep him at bay. It dawns on me again that he my mind when he cast me a backward glance with devilment sparkling in his eyes before he disappears into the darkness.
Quickly push those thoughts aside. This is madness.
The cave walls close in on me but I follow him as the sound of dripping water grows closer, we go through pitch blackness and emerge. The mist clears and we enter a natural cavern with a crystal blue lagoon to its center the waters sparkle like polished glass and it glows like the moon. He’s built a fire nearby out of lava rocks that I don’t ask where he found. I don’t want to know what the Captain has been doing since we crashed landed. I get the sneaky feeling we’ve been her longer than he says, and that he’s made no attempt to find rescue.
But the smell of cooking meat stimulates my glands and has my mouth watering.
“Captain…”
“It’s just us Nyota. Stop with the formalities.”
I want to object to him saying my name but it seems petty. I don’t. “Are you sure we’ve only been here a day?”
“Yes. Why?”
“There’s something….something distorted about this place....I feel it. You said there are noises at night. The interphasic scanner would detect the source if it’s alien we can….”
He turns with an offering. “Nyota, you need to eat. Come closer....”
As I approach my eyes shift over to the reflective surface of the lagoon. It is as if the woman reflected back is aware of me, she watches me, but she is me. I can’t explain it further than that.
My stomach is churning with hunger so I don’t question it. He is the most decorated Captain in the Starfleet, if he says we’re safe…
You are, safe. He says, cleaning the meat from the bone.
Meat? Where did we get meat, I ask accepting the tin plate.
He smiles but doesn’t answer. I eat and it’s divine, but my eyes never leave his. Watching him not questioning, and that’s not me.
“About the noises…” I try again.
“Noises. Sounds more like voices. A thousand whispers, talking to you, telling you things. I wanted to investigate but I feared leaving you alone.”
“The colonist. Could it be them?”
“I checked with the interphasic scanner as you stated. The colony is over six miles west. There isn’t much habitable land between. The journey will be a treacherous one. But if we can get there and the transmuter is repaired maybe we can transport off this rock, maybe.”
So I stand. Sitting close to him is disrupting my concentration. I walk along the mouth of the lagoon. Considering everything. Every rescue attempt failed, no communication, on a planet that evidently has some form of alien life form. It draws in humans, the weaker opponent, keeps all other telepaths and advanced beings away….why….why…
“Like a Venus fly trap!”
“A what?” he stands, approaching.
“Sweet….seductive…that’s how the Zone is, draws you in then shuts everything out. This is a trap James, it was set for us…but the question remains, why? And if we’ve been here for only a day and feel…feel this way, Who was the real enemy of the Colonist? Behavioral changes under an alien influence could turn man against man….brother against brother….”
“Captain against first Lieutenant?”
He steps in closer. I feel his approach but my eyes are drawn again to the waters of the lagoon. There’s something else just beyond my reach.
“Are you suggesting that the Zone, passing through it was a a greeting card for humans. That once….” He ran his finger up my arm. “Once we went through it changed us and what….what? They turned on each other?” he whispers in my ear.
“Until we find the colony we don’t know. But you do feel it don’t you?” I mumble staring at the water. “How it’s changing you….me….I can feel it covering me like a second layer of skin. I can feel it….”
His hand stops at my hand then goes to the small of my back as he moves in close. It was true. I haven’t felt this aware of myself or him….ever. There had to be an explanation. It’s like every cell in my body is open to it. And it’s stronger here….stronger than the mist…
Eating, chewing, drinking from the canteen, I do so in silence.
As I do what Spock taught me? Run through the probabilities.
“You didn’t answer my question.” He breathes against my ear warming the left side of my face. Instinctively my head tilts away, but I do nothing to stop his wandering hand that has now dropped to the rise of my bum.
“What question?”
“Spock. Why him? Why is it you never truly considered us?”
“You. It’s because of you.”
“Ah…what about me…” he says taking a small bite to my shoulder and smoothly running his open palm down the curve of my bottom.
I swallow staring at the image of myself in the lagoon. “James, this water…did you drink it? Did you give it to me?”
“Answer me….why?” he says pressing himself into my thigh and I cream myself from contact.
“You….you have never taken any one woman seriously. That’s why.”
Why him….
He speaks with his mind, another intimacy we shouldn’t share. His hand squeezes my bottom, the other goes to my diaphragm and holds it. My hands bunch into fists but it’s the only reaction my body allows, the rest is his. And my mind…I can’t stop wanting it to go further.
You know why…. That’s it. I give in and respond back. It feels natural to do so. And invigorating to use that section of my brain never tapped into.
Tell me…
Love. He can love, you, you don’t… you mock it. You mock everything about it.” I sigh when his fingers make the descent. Down the front of my uniform to my quaking center, he doesn’t go between. Not yet. He just rests his hand there.
I…you…That is fine, for you, but I need someone I can relate too…more than the physical.…
From the surface of the waters I see my tongue snake out of my mouth and lick my lips as my head falls back and his hand goes between my thighs. But that action hasn’t happen yet. It’s happening to them. To what’s in the water.
I don’t fear it. No….no I crave it. I want it bad. Moistening my lips just as my image did, his hand goes deep. My body feels alive. And when he presses that button through my bloomers I flick my tongue at my top lip to the delicious current zipping through my pussy.
We shouldn’t be in here. Something about those waters…
Ever think those women, fill the void. Are a ruse for a deeper want. Something so far from my reach, someone like you….
He parts the seat of my bloomers my legs open a fraction, and he finds me wet for him. A deep chuckle escapes into my ear, I blush when my hips start to circle involuntarily.
We shouldn’t….
We should….
His lips brush my cheek and they are cool, as cool as those waters from which I drank from the canteen.
Mmmmmm….
He moans, then his finger pierces my kitty causing me to purr.
Yeessss…… I gasp. Turning on him my arms are flung around his neck and my tongue thrusts into his mouth. I can feel the next chuckle to the back of his throat as lifts me and turns me to the cave wall. My back hits the rocky formation with more force than I suspect he means. And he’s clawing at the waistband to my bloomers snatching them off my legs, pinning me to the wall at the same time.
I’ve wanted this for such a long time…. he groans.
Me too…. I confess, hot tears sting my eyes behind closed lids.
Legs hitched around his waist I hold on as I hear the zipper front to his pants rip down.
James….
He grunts that is all, as his hips work to grinding his meaty thick member into me first, withdrawing sharp hisses from me next. A sweet gasp against his mouth when it crushes mine with a demanding probing kiss, I give it to him, the kiss he wants, and a little more, sucking his tongue, nipping then licking his lips.
My uniform top is unfastened at the decorated collar and hitched all the way up to my neck as he directs his attention to my breasts, barely contained in the lace cups of my bra.
My bra is pulled down, the dark areolas with diamond points greet his darting tongue then one after the other is sucked into the warm cavern of his mouth. It’s driving me insane with need. My pussy clenches and my pelvis constricts, every muscle below is wound tight for a forced release.
To stop the pathetic whimpers escaping me as he feasts on my nipple and rolls his tongue over it several times I bite back my sobs of pleasure and suck in a deep breath of longing. My nails cut into the tender flesh of his neck communicating my frustration at his foreplay.
Then I slid down the wall, my legs dropping, my eyes flip open wide as he goes down to his knees. His knees?
He throws my left leg over his shoulder and parts the lips of my pussy with his tongue. I can’t help but look down at the forbidden deed. Just as he rolls his eyes upward to mine and licks his lips. It’s the naughtiest look a man has ever given me and makes me wild with passion for him.
You smell like heaven, so pure, so ripe…
He speaks into my mind, strokes me at my core with the verbal persuasion that gives him license to take me in anyway he chooses.
My breath is coming in shallow, short quick intakes and he breathes against my quivering channel. Oh the teasing is excruciating.
He first laid a gentle kiss there and I shivered. My hand grips his hair clutching the glossy silken threads of his short cropped hair, nails digging to his scalp, I thrust my heated channel closer to his face. I was getting wetter by the second and he hadn’t done a single thing yet. He was torturing me.
Open it for me…. he ordered, a direct order, in his Captain’s voice. I have to obey. Reaching below I parted my sex with my fingers. And he moved in. His tongue flattened to lick from my hole to my clit.
“Aaaahh…..” Is my sweet my release.
My nipples instantly jut out in full erection my breast heave with the deep intake of breath. And he knew. He knew. He reached up and clutched my achy breast in a hand while eating my pussy and he squeezes a nipple, this time causing my knees to buckle and my toes to curl. Thankfully the wall was something I can brace against. His tongue delved deep inside of me and I went for it. As he licked, sucked and plucked my clit then my pussy until I was screaming. “MERCY!!!”
I break, crumble even, drop into the sheer bliss of the orgasm, breaking all the way down to my knees. I don’t know how or why, but I chose to get on all fours. For him to take me that way. Tossing my long hair forward, dipping my back, I waved my ass, like a red flag, in his face daring him to finish me off. It’s a voltage of sensations that are shooting sparks of lustful want through my veins. His entry wasn’t swift or brutal, because at this point I expected both, no….
He took me by the hips, a hand rubbing my ass as he places his tip at my opening. He came in several inches with a single thrust that stretched me sweetly. His glide already slick from the tongue lashing he gave my pussy. He parts the halves of my bottom and opens me wider to punish me more. Oh help me, it feels so good. My head is thrown back, and he grabs my ponytail, wound it in his fist and thrusts harder. Long strokes until his balls are flapping against my clit. He smacks my ass and thrusts, harder, and harder, my nails break as they dig into the stony moist cave floor.
His cock works on its own accord as my pussy twitches then convulses from the glorious tunneling. He’s pumping in and out and I’m thrusting back as best I can, my neck stretched all the way back. When he loosens his hold on my hair because it’s getting good to him, I seize the moment. Reach between my parted thighs to grab his balls and squeeze. He throws his head back and something primal escapes him as he hits his mark and pounds his cock deeper and deeper through my channel beating at my pussy wonderfully.
The force behind his thrusts finally cause me to drop from my knees.
To my sheer delight he slips out of me and rolls me to my back. He’s on me again our body’s slick with sweat, sticky from the heat we’ve charged the air with and I’m ready for him. He plunges and grips my ass once more. Rising and falling like the master lover he is. It’s everything and it’s something more. My skin is on fire, my pussy an inferno, the friction of our lovemaking causing our emotions to blaze out of control.
And as I spiral in the newly moon glow mist that rises from the lagoon, he empties inside of me.
Starship Enterprise
“Spock it’s been four days. We have to consider the Nova.”
“I’m considering all factors Dr. McCoy.”
“Good god man, you aren’t! There is no life signs on the planet. As much as I hate to say it, they’re gone.”
She’s not gone. I know it. But McCoy is right. The sun will Nova in less than three hours. The logical course of action is to save the lives of the crew on the Enterprise and….let her go. But logic has no place in the heart of a man in love.
“Spock, McCoy…..” Scottie stomps in, breathless, face flushed and a wild grin to his lips. “I’ve reconfigured he thermal regulator. I’ve detected life…more importantly I think I have a lock on the Captain and Uhura.”
***
The warmth is what I feel against my face, but it’s moist as if the spray is lightly tossed over our naked skin. A light shines so bright it comes through my closed lids. I open them. A fraction, and then they flip wide. The waters from the lagoon have taken shape. A formation of life.
Rising. Nude. James behind me sleeping with his hand to my hip. I’m face to face with something beyond my minds compression. This formation out of water, moves and shifts taking on the shape of woman at least eight feet tall, it hovers above us, and then shape shifts again. My eyes are disbelieving the changes and the beauty before me.
Lieutenant Nyota Uhura….
It knows my name.
What….who….
That doesn’t matter. Even in knowing the what and the who it does not explain the why….
I reach for my uniform top. The being seems unfazed by my exposure. I’m sure it witnessed all that transpired between James and me. Our vulnerability.
Innocence gone. It’s voice is neither mocking or smug, it just speaks. Like Eve’s forbidden fruit from the garden of Eden, he, your Captain, he took one sip and it was all that he needed to act on those feelings for you…
You drugged us. Set this up? Why?
James stirred behind me, he moaned but he didn’t wake.
Why indeed. It is the why that I seek. Why do humans feel and then deny those feelings. You are the superior being but your emotions make you limited. I have drawn many here to analyze and study the why. I did not drug you, I removed your shield, heightened your senses, made you aware of what just beneath. And with others I find anger, hatred, bigotry, and kindness, love, compassion. But it was you Nyota Uhura that gave me the why….
I don’t understand. The colonist, the other crew members, are they alive?
Communications will be restored to your ship. You will find many have survived. Those that didn’t self destruct….
Who are you to play GOD?
Interesting question. I am neither GOD nor DEVIL as your species believes, but I am curious. The one you call Spock you carry to the front of your heart. He’s the logical choice. A Vulcan no less. And he…. The water nymph arm clear and fluid lifts to point a finger at James. Captain James T. Kirk….is the reason why you made that choice. An interesting parallel. A lesson I shall ponder for many moons after my sun dies of course. It was a pleasure Lieutenant Uhura….an extreme pleasure…to understand your why…..
“Wait! Wait damn it!!” I leap to my feet and James wakes. “Damn it!”
“Nyota…what…what happened?”
“Get dressed. We…we have to go….”
He looks down at himself and then at my nudity. Has he forgotten what we’d done? When our eyes meet I see he hasn’t. It wasn’t a dream. We did….we did act on it. Quickly without a word to him I dress. To escape him and the questions he has I’m fastening the front top of my collar when I stop at the sight inside the mouth of the cave. The green mist is as thick as ever but crew members, the search teams are all sprawled about.
James runs out behind me nearly bowls me over, he grabs my arms stopping in shared stunned silence. He steps around me looking at the lost now found.
We watch as if they all wake from a sleeping dream. I check one and he checks the others. We look at each other and neither of us speak. He runs out to the front of the cave then returns shortly after.
“The colonist. They’re out there. Many of them. Waking!” he calls.
…..Mayday…Captain Kirk…..Captain….
I unhitch my transponder and flip it open. “Scottie, can you read me?”
“Lt. Uhura, I have a lock on you and…..I have a lock on all of you.”
“Beam us up. Now.”
When my eyes go across the rising dead to James and he stares back there are no words. The telepathy we shared is gone, but we know, we know more about our wants than we ever have before.
****
“Nyota….you are back.” Spock says stepping toward her. She and I the last to beam up, to make sure everyone is accounted for. They embrace, but her eyes look to me once more. I look away, I have too.
“Jim, leave it to you to wait to the last minute!” McCoy says shaking his head, slapping my arm. “We got a sun that will Nova in less than a hour.”
“Is everyone on board?”
“Yes…I just came from sick bay. I wanted to examine you and Uhura personally….I need to do a bio scan….”
“No. We have pressing matters. The sun…” I mumble escaping him, heading for the bridge. And I do. If Bones examines us he will know. And neither of us can deal with that forbidden knowledge right now.
As I walk out I look back to see her nodding and talking with Spock. She doesn’t look this way, she doesn’t have too. She knows.
***
“How did you restore communication?” Spock asked.
“That’s what aye want to know. Thing is had it almost worked out and then bam….console lights up like Christmas over here. What cleared us through the Zone?”
“We um….we need to get us out of this solar system. We can talk about it later. Okay?” My answer is evasive and too revealing. Considering I can barely look him in the eye. He blocks my pass.
“Are you okay Nyota, you seem distressed...”
“Spock, I was stranded on a planet, that would stress anyone.” Rising on my toes I plant a kiss and stroke his cheek. The alien is wrong. I’ve made more than a logical choice, I made the choice for me. It wasn’t our fault. The alien lied. It was in the water, it drugged us. That’s what it was. A drug. “We’re needed on bridge.”
Before he can say more I hurry out, away from him. The alien said I knew the why. Well it was wrong. It was wrong.
Space The Final Frontier
Captains Log, Stardate 43126.4. We have moved out of the Delta Rena star system before the sun super Nova. The rescue mission was a success. Over two hundred colonist were saved, those that were lost were said to have taken their lives under the alien influence by their own hand. All crew members are accounted for. It appears that the alien life form distorted all planes of reality and they were there all along.
Since the mission Lt. Uhura and I have barely spoken. It has been less than a day at space. But the silence between us is affecting me more than the alien did. She has refused to acknowledge what went on, and I understand. Though Spock will have to be told I can see the questions in his eyes. Soon she will have to face us both and explain the reasons why…..