It Started with the Tribble
Title: It Started with the Tribble
Ship: Ashayam (aka Spock/Uhura [TOS])
Author: sesh_khem
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for the Ship Wars at st_respect . The prompt was In the Doghouse. Based on the TOS ep, “The Trouble with Tribbles”
It Started with the Tribble
The last of the Tribbles were gone. At the end of her shift, Nyota Uhura slipped unobtrusively into the turbolift and headed for her quarters. She made herself a cup of tea and waited. She knew what was coming. Spock would walk in, look at her with his “disappointed face,” (eyebrow raised, slight frown), make a cup of tea and sit on the couch without saying a word. It was worse than being a naughty schoolchild, waiting for the principal to call her to the office.
The room was sadly quiet without the soothing trills of the Tribbles. It seemed empty and cold without their furry scurrying. She had to admit, though, that it was nice to sit down without having to look for a stray critter that had slipped between the cushions.
Still she missed them, in spite of all the trouble they caused. She sighed. Spock had still not arrived. Fine. She’d have a shower and go to dinner without him. If he had something to say to her, he’d just have to look for her elsewhere.
As the hot water soothed the tension in her shoulders, she contemplated her reaction to his censure. Should she use charm? Something like, “Hi honey! What a day, huh?” And give the giggle that always made the tips of his ears turn green.
Maybe sincere contrition: “Spock, I realize the whole incident began with the one Tribble I purchased. I am so sorry for the disruption of ship operations….”
But it wasn’t entirely her fault. Though she was the first to bring one of the adorable creatures back, she certainly wasn’t the last. And anyway, if it hadn’t been for the Tribbles, they would never have found the Klingon spy. So there, Mr. First Officer!
She turned off the shower with a sigh. Dressed in a clean uniform, she headed to the mess for dinner, hoping she wouldn’t run into Spock. Once there, she grabbed a salad and some juice and sat down with Janice.
“Hey you! How’s it going?” the lovely blond asked.
“Um, okay. I think.”
“You think? What’s going on?”
Nyota took a sip of her drink. “I’m not sure. It’s Spock.”
Janice grinned mischievously. “What has our luscious Vulcan been up to, then?”
“No, nothing like that. I’m sure he’s going to give me a hard time about the Tribbles.”
“Why would he? He liked them as much as anyone else.”
“Yes, but I’m the one who started the Tribble buying frenzy. And knowing Spock-”
“Shhh! He just walked in.”
Nyota looked over her shoulder. There was Spock, in line with McCoy. He scanned the room and caught her eye. She flinched. There it was; the raised eyebrow. He turned away, collected his food and sat at another table with Bones.
“Well, that was a bit chilly,” Janice whispered.
“See? So now I’m just waiting for him to take me aside and read me the riot act. Vulcan style.”
“Oh come on! It can’t be that bad!” Janice laughed.
Nyota smiled. “You’re probably right. But tomorrow’s our day off and something tells me it won’t be the romantic interlude I’d hoped for.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! Come on. Finish your dinner, then go up to him and ask to speak with him. Get it out and over with now and I guarantee you’ll take him home and soften up that logical Vulcan with your human feminine wiles.”
Maybe Rand was right. She looked over at Spock, who was listening intently to McCoy. Yes, that was the way to go. Just get it out in the open and out of the way, and they could get back to normal. Maybe.
She finished off the rest of her salad and, with a wink to Janice, she put away her tray and walked confidently to Spock’s table.
Leonard looked up first. “Well, hello there beautiful!” He stood and pulled out a chair.
She shook her head. “Thanks, Len, but I won’t be staying. Pardon my interrupting your meal, gentlemen, but could I have a word with you later Commander?”
“Certainly, Lieutenant. What time would be convenient?”
“Any time this evening.”
He turned his attention to his plate. “I will stop by your quarters on my way to the lab.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She turned to McCoy with a smile. “See you, Doc.” She turned and left the room.
Bones watched her retreating figure and turned to Spock. “What was that all about? Did you two have a fight?”
“No. But I believe we are about to.”
***
She was not ten meters away from her door when she heard that voice.
“Lieutenant, is it convenient to speak at this time?”
She took a deep breath and turned to face him. “Yes, Commander. Please come in.”
He followed her into her quarters and stood, hands clasped behind his back. She sat on the sofa and looked him.
“What are you doing way over there? Sit down!”
He looked at her incredulously for a moment, and then moved to sit in a chair.
She looked at him sitting there, rigid as a board, his eyes focused on some random point on the wall. Was he really that mad at her? Certainly he wasn’t going to make this official! She hadn’t broken a single Starfleet regulation! It wasn’t as if she’d been in that ridiculous bar fight with the rest of the senior officers.
Okay, Nyota. Get this over with. She took a deep breath and began.
“Look, Spock, I know I was the one who purchased the first Tribble and brought it on board. I realize that by doing so, I started a trend. I believe you know I would never have done so if I thought it would put this ship or her crew in any danger.” She paused and looked up at him. She couldn’t read his expression, but at least he was looking at her. She continued.
“I know that we are now undergoing repairs to the damage the Tribbles caused. I realize that valuable time and resources are going to that effort. I accept my responsibility in the matter. That being said, I do wish to remind you that the Tribbles were the key to uncovering the Klingon spy.” There. She’d said her piece. She sat back and waited.
And waited. He looked at her, apparently confused.
“Nyota, am I to understand that you think I am angry with you for the Tribble incident?”
“Well, yes.”
“I am not.”
“Wha-? Then why didn’t you come back to my quarters after our shift? Why were you so cold when you saw me in the mess hall?”
“You left the bridge so quickly. I thought you were upset with me. When I saw you in the mess hall, your expression indicated that you would prefer that I sit elsewhere. So I did.”
They looked at each other in silence.
Nyota shook her head. “So basically, this all started because I assumed you were upset with me over the Tribbles, and it went downhill from there.”
“That would appear to be the case,” he said, his posture relaxing.
“Oh, Spock, I’m so sorry!” She rose, walked to him, and sat in his lap. She showered him with kisses. “Let me make it up to you,” she whispered before nibbling the tip of his ear. She felt his arousal growing beneath her.
“I believe that would be acceptable,” he replied, voice rough with desire. He rose from the chair with her in his arms, and carried her giggling to her bed.
***
She woke with a smile, still tangled up with her lover. Pure happiness. Suddenly he pulled her arm from across his body and sat up looking at her.
“Spock, what’s wrong?”
“I have realized the truth of your previous statement.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“It was indeed you who brought the first Tribble on board.”
“Oh, crap. Don’t tell me you’re getting mad now?”
“I am not angry. However, I do need to revise my official report. I will need your assistance.” He got up from the bed.
“Spock, it’s our day off!”
“This will not take long. Please meet me in my office in thirty minutes.” He saw her expression of disappointment and leaned down to kiss her. “I promise I will make it worth your time.”
She grudgingly returned his kiss and rose to shower.
***
“Okay, Spock. Let’s get this over with.” She slumped into a chair near his desk.
He held up his hand.
“Lieutenant, you are aware that by bringing a little-known life form aboard this vessel, you disrupted ship’s operations and may have subsequently endangered the crew.”
“Spock we went over this all last night-”
He stopped her with a glare that quickly morphed into a smirk.
“Lieutenant.…”
Oh. Ooooh.
She grinned, and he continued. “By bringing the aforementioned life form aboard, numerous systems were compromised, to which repairs are still being made. The ship’s personnel will spend countless hours repairing the damage; hours that should be spent on usual ship operations.” He leaned back in his chair. “I will have to put a formal reprimand on your record.”
“But Commander,” she said, pleading, “I accept full responsibility for my actions, Sir. It won’t happen again. Please don’t put it on my record!” she batted her eyelashes.
He continued to gaze at her. She crossed her legs as suggestively as she could, and he folded his hands to a point as he regarded her appreciatively.
“Now,” he said, leaning forward, “What do you propose we do about this situation?”
“Commander, I’d do anything to get you to take that reprimand off my record,” she purred.
He sat back, regarding her lasciviously. “Anything, lieutenant?”
“Oh, yes Sir.” She licked her lips and stood.“May I demonstrate the lengths to which I will go to get you to make that awful reprimand go away?”
He regarded her for several seconds. “You may, Lieutenant.”
She rose quickly and walked toward him. He held up a hand in warning.
“However, you will do as I command. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” She stood next to his desk as his eyes slowly roamed the length of her body. She felt the tell-tale tingle between her thighs.
He inhaled deeply. “It appears you are aroused, Lieutenant. Let us see to that immediately. Remove your uniform top and sit upon my desk.
“Yes, Commander,” she said as she happily complied. Once seated, only in her red uniform shorts, he stood and raised his hands to her face, running them slowly down her body, eliciting shivers.
“Spread your legs, Lieutenant.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He ran his hands up her legs, from her boots to within an inch of the red fabric covering her sweetness. She gasped. He looked up at her with a grin.
He bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, massaging the other with his deft fingers.
“Oh, god, Spock,” she murmured.
He stopped his ministrations and looked at her, eyebrow raised. She quickly corrected herself.
“I mean Commander.”
He nodded and returned to the task at hand. Soon she was whimpering and he resumed his seat. He ran a finger lightly across her sex through her shorts. She shuddered as he increased the pressure and speed. She moved her hips to meet his touch, moaning as she rocked upon his desk.
He lifted her hips and removed the fabric blocking him from his goal. He pushed her back to lie on the desk and fingered her wet folds.
“Ah, oh, AH! Commander! Yes, right there. YES!”
He replaced his fingers with his mouth. She came with a low groan and before she recovered, he was standing, sliding himself inside her. He soon brought her to another shuddering climax, following with his own, emptying himself into her with a barrage of Vulcan obscenities.
Breathless, he looked at her with a smirk. “I believe we can remove that reprimand now, Lieutenant.”
“Well, Commander, if this how you punish me, I need to be in the doghouse more often!”