Spock/Uhura New Year's Present: For Lantean_Breeze
Recipient: lantean_breeze
Present Giver: querulouspeg
Story Name: ?? *
Nyota shifted on the couch, unfolding her legs and refolding them beneath her before tucking the blanket over the knees once more. It wasn't cold by any stretch but it was a habit she had developed living in the cooler climate of San Francisco, the cloudy skies so unlike the neverending blue of home. She loved to snuggle up on the couch and drink a big mug of masala tea, the sweet smell of the spices evoking memories of the dusty heat of Nairobi in the dry season. She took a long slow sip and sighed with contentment, revelling in the laziness of a rare weekend at Spock's before turning her attention back to the tablet on her knee.
A moment later the door to the bedroom slid open with a hush and Nyota peered across the rim of her cup to see a particularly tranquil looking Spock standing bare chested and bare footed in the doorway, the scent of his meditation candle wafting across the room. She met his eye, giving him a soft smile and Spock cocked his head ever so slightly to one side. His hair was less than its usual logical precise style and she could not tell if the looseness of his posture was due to the morning's meditation or from the previous evenings activities but before she could consider it further he was speaking.
“That garment does not belong to you,” he informed her mildly and her brows went up.
“Ah....no,” she replied, looking down and idly plucking the edge of the sweater she was wearing.
“Is your own clothing soiled?” Spock queried, not moving from the doorway. Nyota pursed her lips and jerked her head a little.
“No, it is not,” she told him, taking another sip of tea before setting her cup down gently on the coffee table.
“Then may I enquire as to why you are wearing my sweater?” he asked and she let out the tiniest huff of breath through her nose as she suppressed a chuckle.
“Well,” she began slowly. “It's just....so warm and snuggly,” she explained sheepishly. Spock turned to peer at the thermostat on the wall beside the bedroom door.
“I have previously instructed you on how to adjust the environmental controls,” he reminded her. Nyota nodded thoughtfully.
“You did,” she agreed. Spock's brow furrowed in confusion.
“Most illogical,” he murmured, his eyes darting to one side to stare at some unknown spot on the carpet. Nyota cleared her throat.
“You're right,” she agreed. “It's not logical. I should just....” She wriggled a little in her seat and raised her arms. “Take this off,” she mumbled as she pulled his sweater up and over her head before bundling it up in her hands and throwing it at him. The sweater unfurled as it flew across the short space between them, smacking Spock gently in the chest before falling to a crumpled heap at his feet. Spock regarded her intently for a moment, one eyebrow sliding up his forehead as his eyes flicked up and down her body. Nyota nonchalantly flicked her hair off her shoulder and shrugged at him innocently. Spock hesitated, pausing to take in the fetching black bra and panties she wore underneath and his lip twitched before he stooped down to retrieve the sweater off the floor.
“Illogical and slovenly too,” he told her, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he sauntered over to sit on the couch beside her. “The things a man must endure when consorting with a Human female.” Nyota's mouth fell open and she let out a huff of mock indignance.
“I do beg your pardon,” she drawled, moving her legs out of the way to make room for him. “I apologise for burdening you with my illogical behaviour.” Spock sighed melodramatically.
“I am prepared to accommodate your many idiosyncrasies,” he said, peering down his nose at her and let his gaze linger on the gentle swell of her waist and the smooth skin of her stomach. Nyota raised a brow at him and leaned back on her hands as he swayed ever so slightly closer. “I must confess that I had not previously imagined that this garment could be rendered as aesthetically pleasing,” he said, bundling the hem up in his hands. “And satisfactory as I find your current attire I am willing to concede to your unfathomable attachment to it.”
“How kind,” she half scoffed with a petulant look on her face. She let out a little yelp as he reached forward and gently shoved the sweater back over her head. She chuckled as he pulled it down over her body and slipped his hands up inside the cuffs to tug on her fingers. Nyota watched him closely as he carefully pulled her hair out from the collar before letting his hands come to rest on her shoulders.
“It is not kindness I assure you, Miss Uhura,” Spock told her sincerely.
“No?” Nyota asked and Spock's lips twitched with amusement.
“It is due no doubt to my own unfathomable attachment... to you,” he finished and she grinned as he leaned in closer and pressed his lips to hers. She hummed against his mouth as he kissed her and let her hands come to rest gently against his bare chest, flexing her fingers against the coarse fuzz of hair that peppered his skin.
“Good morning, Spock,” she said as they broke apart.
“Good morning,” he replied, blinking at her lazily and her smile grew ever wider. “What are you doing?” he asked, gesturing to the tablet that lay upside down on her knees. Nyota licked her lips and clutched the edges in her fingers.
“Oh, just...messing around,” she said idly. “Looking at porn.” Spock's eyes widened a little.
“Pornography?” he said with a hint of astonishment. Nyota gave him a sly look through her lashes.
“Uh huh,” she breathed, brushing her nose against his. “Wanna see?” Spock peered at her with smouldering eyes as she slowly turned the tablet over to show him the image on the screen and she was gratified by the slow slide of his brow up his forehead.
“I see,” he said dryly. “I was not aware that you possessed such debauched sensibilities.” Nyota waggled her brows at him.
“What can I say,” she replied. “I'm insatiable.”
Spock's lips twitched up at the corners as he relieved her off the tablet and turned it through one hundred and eighty degrees.
“Matcha swiss roll with red bean,” he read from the recipe that accompanied the picture of the bright green cake on the screen. “How utterly depraved.” Nyota smiled lasciviously and let her hand brush along his thigh.
“I thought maybe, since we've got nothing better to do....” she drawled, dragging her hand up across his stomach and letting her nails scratch over his nipple. “That we could try using that Vulcan tea you like.” Her fingers snaked upwards, trailing up his neck and over his chin. “You know,” she said with excessive deviousness. “The red one,” she breathed, toying with his lower lip for a second before kissing him squarely on the mouth. Spock licked his lips and swallowed, considering his reply.
“I may be persuaded,” he informed her in a low, rumbling tone before wrapping one arm around her waist, shoving the tablet to one side as he dragged her into his lap to kiss her properly.
xxx
Nyota thought that consuming replicated food while planetside to be the most heinous of crimes and she only endured it when it was required of her. She'd grown up eating real food, her parents still didn't even own a replicator and although she knew one day that she would be living almost entirely off replicated foods she was attempting to delay that fact for as long as possible. Although Spock considered Nyota's manner of expressing this to be laden with typically Human hyperbole, h nonetheless shared the sentiment, although in his case it came from actually having endured replicated food on a Starship and determining to consume as much traditionally produced food while he had the opportunity.
They were standing now in the middle of a market that was neither bustling nor empty. A steady stream patrons made their way up and down the aisles while Spock and Nyota stood beside a long row of yellow boxes discussing the ethical implications of eating eggs. Nyota suspected that Spock was being deliberately obtuse but having by now gained considerable experience in debating with her half Vulcan lover, was able to deconstruct his argument with relative ease.
“I do not recall you making the same objections on Professor Lamb's birthday,” she said, passing the handles of the basket from one hand to another. “Or last month at the the phonology seminar,” she added smugly, reaching up and taking a box of eggs from the shelf. “In fact I distinctly recall you going back for a second slice of the coffee and walnut despite the fact that it contained both eggs and caffeine. A substance which you have previously claimed to see no logic in consuming.” Spock stood up a little straighter and relieved her of the basket.
“I was merely attempting to engage you in intellectual discussion,” Spock informed her smoothly as she set the eggs in the basket.
“In the middle of the market,” she replied sceptically, falling into step beside him as they ambled down the aisle toward the fresh produce.
“I was under the impression that Human females considered the acquisition of goods to be a pleasurable pursuit,” Spock said, glancing down at her sideways as they walked along, their shoulders bumping gently together as they went.
“What does that have to do with the price of eggs?” she queried, wrinkling her nose a little. Spock tilted his head to one side as he attempted to decipher the idiom.
“Have you not previously stated that part of the charm of these expeditions is the conviviality of social interaction?”
“Wait, so....you're telling me you are just making conversation?” she asked, a grin spreading across her face. Spock gave her an innocent look.
“You have expressed on numerous occasions your fondness for philosophical debate,” Spock replied. “Am I to understand this is an inappropriate forum for such?” Nyota paused and turned to look up at him, noting the look of mild confusion on his face and smiling so hard the corners of her eyes crinkles. Her unconscionably brilliant Vulcan could be so adorably awkward at times.
“Oh Spock,” she chuckled, resisting the urge to reach up and squeeze his cheeks between her hands.
“Yes?” he said as though expecting her to say more. Nyota felt at that moment that she might have liked to have said 'I love you' but even if it was just to express affection and not a declaration of sincere adoration (although it was in part) she repressed the urge.
To be continued......
*Same Author Pinch-Hit. Story is still a work in progress.
Present Giver: querulouspeg
Story Name: ?? *
Nyota shifted on the couch, unfolding her legs and refolding them beneath her before tucking the blanket over the knees once more. It wasn't cold by any stretch but it was a habit she had developed living in the cooler climate of San Francisco, the cloudy skies so unlike the neverending blue of home. She loved to snuggle up on the couch and drink a big mug of masala tea, the sweet smell of the spices evoking memories of the dusty heat of Nairobi in the dry season. She took a long slow sip and sighed with contentment, revelling in the laziness of a rare weekend at Spock's before turning her attention back to the tablet on her knee.
A moment later the door to the bedroom slid open with a hush and Nyota peered across the rim of her cup to see a particularly tranquil looking Spock standing bare chested and bare footed in the doorway, the scent of his meditation candle wafting across the room. She met his eye, giving him a soft smile and Spock cocked his head ever so slightly to one side. His hair was less than its usual logical precise style and she could not tell if the looseness of his posture was due to the morning's meditation or from the previous evenings activities but before she could consider it further he was speaking.
“That garment does not belong to you,” he informed her mildly and her brows went up.
“Ah....no,” she replied, looking down and idly plucking the edge of the sweater she was wearing.
“Is your own clothing soiled?” Spock queried, not moving from the doorway. Nyota pursed her lips and jerked her head a little.
“No, it is not,” she told him, taking another sip of tea before setting her cup down gently on the coffee table.
“Then may I enquire as to why you are wearing my sweater?” he asked and she let out the tiniest huff of breath through her nose as she suppressed a chuckle.
“Well,” she began slowly. “It's just....so warm and snuggly,” she explained sheepishly. Spock turned to peer at the thermostat on the wall beside the bedroom door.
“I have previously instructed you on how to adjust the environmental controls,” he reminded her. Nyota nodded thoughtfully.
“You did,” she agreed. Spock's brow furrowed in confusion.
“Most illogical,” he murmured, his eyes darting to one side to stare at some unknown spot on the carpet. Nyota cleared her throat.
“You're right,” she agreed. “It's not logical. I should just....” She wriggled a little in her seat and raised her arms. “Take this off,” she mumbled as she pulled his sweater up and over her head before bundling it up in her hands and throwing it at him. The sweater unfurled as it flew across the short space between them, smacking Spock gently in the chest before falling to a crumpled heap at his feet. Spock regarded her intently for a moment, one eyebrow sliding up his forehead as his eyes flicked up and down her body. Nyota nonchalantly flicked her hair off her shoulder and shrugged at him innocently. Spock hesitated, pausing to take in the fetching black bra and panties she wore underneath and his lip twitched before he stooped down to retrieve the sweater off the floor.
“Illogical and slovenly too,” he told her, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he sauntered over to sit on the couch beside her. “The things a man must endure when consorting with a Human female.” Nyota's mouth fell open and she let out a huff of mock indignance.
“I do beg your pardon,” she drawled, moving her legs out of the way to make room for him. “I apologise for burdening you with my illogical behaviour.” Spock sighed melodramatically.
“I am prepared to accommodate your many idiosyncrasies,” he said, peering down his nose at her and let his gaze linger on the gentle swell of her waist and the smooth skin of her stomach. Nyota raised a brow at him and leaned back on her hands as he swayed ever so slightly closer. “I must confess that I had not previously imagined that this garment could be rendered as aesthetically pleasing,” he said, bundling the hem up in his hands. “And satisfactory as I find your current attire I am willing to concede to your unfathomable attachment to it.”
“How kind,” she half scoffed with a petulant look on her face. She let out a little yelp as he reached forward and gently shoved the sweater back over her head. She chuckled as he pulled it down over her body and slipped his hands up inside the cuffs to tug on her fingers. Nyota watched him closely as he carefully pulled her hair out from the collar before letting his hands come to rest on her shoulders.
“It is not kindness I assure you, Miss Uhura,” Spock told her sincerely.
“No?” Nyota asked and Spock's lips twitched with amusement.
“It is due no doubt to my own unfathomable attachment... to you,” he finished and she grinned as he leaned in closer and pressed his lips to hers. She hummed against his mouth as he kissed her and let her hands come to rest gently against his bare chest, flexing her fingers against the coarse fuzz of hair that peppered his skin.
“Good morning, Spock,” she said as they broke apart.
“Good morning,” he replied, blinking at her lazily and her smile grew ever wider. “What are you doing?” he asked, gesturing to the tablet that lay upside down on her knees. Nyota licked her lips and clutched the edges in her fingers.
“Oh, just...messing around,” she said idly. “Looking at porn.” Spock's eyes widened a little.
“Pornography?” he said with a hint of astonishment. Nyota gave him a sly look through her lashes.
“Uh huh,” she breathed, brushing her nose against his. “Wanna see?” Spock peered at her with smouldering eyes as she slowly turned the tablet over to show him the image on the screen and she was gratified by the slow slide of his brow up his forehead.
“I see,” he said dryly. “I was not aware that you possessed such debauched sensibilities.” Nyota waggled her brows at him.
“What can I say,” she replied. “I'm insatiable.”
Spock's lips twitched up at the corners as he relieved her off the tablet and turned it through one hundred and eighty degrees.
“Matcha swiss roll with red bean,” he read from the recipe that accompanied the picture of the bright green cake on the screen. “How utterly depraved.” Nyota smiled lasciviously and let her hand brush along his thigh.
“I thought maybe, since we've got nothing better to do....” she drawled, dragging her hand up across his stomach and letting her nails scratch over his nipple. “That we could try using that Vulcan tea you like.” Her fingers snaked upwards, trailing up his neck and over his chin. “You know,” she said with excessive deviousness. “The red one,” she breathed, toying with his lower lip for a second before kissing him squarely on the mouth. Spock licked his lips and swallowed, considering his reply.
“I may be persuaded,” he informed her in a low, rumbling tone before wrapping one arm around her waist, shoving the tablet to one side as he dragged her into his lap to kiss her properly.
xxx
Nyota thought that consuming replicated food while planetside to be the most heinous of crimes and she only endured it when it was required of her. She'd grown up eating real food, her parents still didn't even own a replicator and although she knew one day that she would be living almost entirely off replicated foods she was attempting to delay that fact for as long as possible. Although Spock considered Nyota's manner of expressing this to be laden with typically Human hyperbole, h nonetheless shared the sentiment, although in his case it came from actually having endured replicated food on a Starship and determining to consume as much traditionally produced food while he had the opportunity.
They were standing now in the middle of a market that was neither bustling nor empty. A steady stream patrons made their way up and down the aisles while Spock and Nyota stood beside a long row of yellow boxes discussing the ethical implications of eating eggs. Nyota suspected that Spock was being deliberately obtuse but having by now gained considerable experience in debating with her half Vulcan lover, was able to deconstruct his argument with relative ease.
“I do not recall you making the same objections on Professor Lamb's birthday,” she said, passing the handles of the basket from one hand to another. “Or last month at the the phonology seminar,” she added smugly, reaching up and taking a box of eggs from the shelf. “In fact I distinctly recall you going back for a second slice of the coffee and walnut despite the fact that it contained both eggs and caffeine. A substance which you have previously claimed to see no logic in consuming.” Spock stood up a little straighter and relieved her of the basket.
“I was merely attempting to engage you in intellectual discussion,” Spock informed her smoothly as she set the eggs in the basket.
“In the middle of the market,” she replied sceptically, falling into step beside him as they ambled down the aisle toward the fresh produce.
“I was under the impression that Human females considered the acquisition of goods to be a pleasurable pursuit,” Spock said, glancing down at her sideways as they walked along, their shoulders bumping gently together as they went.
“What does that have to do with the price of eggs?” she queried, wrinkling her nose a little. Spock tilted his head to one side as he attempted to decipher the idiom.
“Have you not previously stated that part of the charm of these expeditions is the conviviality of social interaction?”
“Wait, so....you're telling me you are just making conversation?” she asked, a grin spreading across her face. Spock gave her an innocent look.
“You have expressed on numerous occasions your fondness for philosophical debate,” Spock replied. “Am I to understand this is an inappropriate forum for such?” Nyota paused and turned to look up at him, noting the look of mild confusion on his face and smiling so hard the corners of her eyes crinkles. Her unconscionably brilliant Vulcan could be so adorably awkward at times.
“Oh Spock,” she chuckled, resisting the urge to reach up and squeeze his cheeks between her hands.
“Yes?” he said as though expecting her to say more. Nyota felt at that moment that she might have liked to have said 'I love you' but even if it was just to express affection and not a declaration of sincere adoration (although it was in part) she repressed the urge.
To be continued......
*Same Author Pinch-Hit. Story is still a work in progress.