Extra Credit
Title: Extra Credit
Author: Anonymous
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Word Count: 1999
Prompt: Spock/Uhura, first time, really awkward and embarrassing. Bonus points for Spock still using precise percentages and the like during it. Link
Warnings: Sexytimes.
Notes:
"There is hardly a need for such frivolous commentary." The Vulcan remarks with an impassive gaze, those dark eyes meeting hers in an unflinching manner. Standing where he is beside the doorway to his Spartan quarters Spock stares down at the dark skinned woman just outside who is holding a slate with her extra credit essay titled ‘Diplomatic Linguistics with the new alien species’. Similarly dark brown eyes shift up from the slate as well, meeting his own to return the stare. Her lips pinch slightly at his remark, though she should not be so surprised by his reaction, and her fingers curl under the bottom of the slate she holds.
"To you perhaps, however my other instructors don’t seem to mind me adding my own views on the subject." Her honey sweet voice is accented by a curious tilt of her head to the side, braided hair falling along her shoulder as she steps forward though the door. "You could take another look for me... I could always use the extra credit. Why don’t I just come inside for a few minutes?" Uhura intones before taking another step and just barely slipping past the man who's eyebrow arches as though slightly perplexed.
"Your marks are well above anyone else in your class Cadet Uhura, and I am not inclined to show additional favoritism toward cadets at such a level in an effort to avoid malicious misconceptions." There is a short pause before the Vulcan adds, "It is against regulations for you to be inside my quarters after hours." Spock speaks in a tone indicative of his standing as an instructor at the Academy, his hands coming to clasp behind his back as he continues to stare at her. The door clicks shut seconds later and the sounds from outside are muffled to a dim whisper. The distance between them shrinks as she steps close, her slender arms snaking around his neck before she parts her lips. Rising to stand on her toes she pulls his head down before her lips capture his in a slow and longing kiss. A few seconds pass as her heart beats grow in tempo, his remaining steady like clockwork. When the kiss is broken she looks up at him with an expression of stern confidence and speaks again. "I /am/ coming into your quarters." There is an almost questioning tone riding the last few words, as if expecting him to agree.
Spock stands stalwart in place against the woman who leans her weight on his, replying once again with a quirked eyebrow and impassive gaze. "So you are." Another pause is broken by the soft touch of her lips against his. A few moments later he adds, "I calculated a 42.7 percent chance that your motives for requesting my attention at this hour, with regards to your assignment, were less than genuine... Cadet." Yet he accepted her request and opened his door to the woman. It had not been their first kiss, nor their first intimate moment alone... but there was more that she desired from him tonight. A closeness and lustful longing that intrigued him as a Vulcan. Much like his father he was beginning to understand the drive to study and observe human behaviors.
"So they were... Sir." Uhura breathes out in a shivering whisper as her blood warms with the quickening pace of her heart. The rise of her chest bringing the swell of her breast to brush his as she pulls him toward the door, her body pinned between it and him. Once more she draws his head down to meet her kiss, warm breath cooling the shared wetness on their lips before her tongue enters his mouth. Tongue sliding against his while his hands rise to brace against the door, his eyes closing to focus on the sensation she provides. The Vulcan is a stiff statue that she coils her body against, her hips moving in a grinding gyration against his while Spock remains mostly stationary. The woman seems to falter as he does not return her fervor, her lips pulling away before she speaks again with an exhale. "Touch me Spock..."
Without pause his right hand lifts away from the door and moves to hold her shoulder as she kisses him again, but that was not what she needed. "Touch me..." She asks again as her palms move down along his chest, his uniform bunching and stretching as her nails claw the fabric. Once more his hand moves along her body, meeting her cheek and neck. Uhura groans slightly in frustration as her desires take hold and remain unchecked. "Um. Not what I meant." She tells him again, to which he replies with a confused expression. "I apologize... You did not specify a location or relative pressure." Spock retorts in a confused and questioning voice. Though the confusion does not last long, she has taken hold of his wrist, and is pulling his hand away from her face. Her other hand draws his head down once again and the deep kiss begins again. She is forced to lead him and brings the guided hand low, below the hem of her uniform skirt, and forward to meet the cinnamon brown skin of her inner thigh.
A sharp exhale of air against his lips accompanies the unsure movement of his fingers as they tickle her thigh in such a very enjoyable way. Again her tongue begins to glide along his as Uhura lifts his hand, bringing the tips of his fingers to meet the bare skin of her heated center… her knees parting just enough so that his hand is able to caress against the eager wetness collecting there, bringing her chest to fall and a quiet moan to rise from her throat while her fingers curl into his hair. Slight shock can be seen on his Vulcan features as he breaks the kiss and looks down at her… “You are not wearing /all/ of your regulation Uniform. This sort of omission is not permitted while walking the halls of Starfl…” But his words are cut off as she pulls his head down hard and begins to suck at his lips, holding him steadfast and making it clear that she is not willing to relent from her goal tonight. After a few more moments she finally releases his wrist and moves her hand to return his touch, her slender fingers finding the long bulge within his tight regulation uniform pants. Slowly stroking along the growing length even as his own fingers begins to pry her slick folds apart, awkwardly exploring the soft flesh hidden away under her skirt.
Again he pulls away from her kiss, “By the reaction your body is having to my stimulation, and your evident desire for continuation of such intimacy, I calculate a 72.8 percent chance that you are hoping for tonight… as humans put it… to be ‘The Night’.” Spock tells her with a slightly unsure look, his voice heavy between the swallow gasps for air. Uhura looks up, eyes veiled behind her long curled lashes, and nods slowly while beginning to undo his belt…
Each clicking separation of his zipper teeth seem to resound in the quite room after his belt is pulled apart and his pants fall to his feet. Uhura sighs with delight and lowers her hips into his touch as if to ask for more, her muscles tensing as his fingers move. The connection being shared now is new to them both and is born of her human longing, but Spock is learning fast. His other hand moving to pinch the zipper at her back, dragging it down to its limit before pulling the loose uniform from her shoulders. The business of her own hands working to peel away his underwear, catching his thick cock as it falls free. If it is possible the Vulcan stiffens his ridged posture further in surprise at the feeling of her grasp, the continued long strokes pushing his green blood to rush and swell him further. Feeling fingers play against sensitive flesh as her touch runs along his shaft, his own fingers toying with her clit and making her jolt slightly and shiver.
Before long clothing is a lost memory and her lithe naked body is laid bare against the perfectly made bed, dark eyes peering up and arms grasping at his shoulders. Uhura opens herself to him and spreads her knees wide, legs wrapping around his hips and pulling against his body. Spock leans in and looks down along the delicious curves of her naked breasts, down along her fit stomach and hips until he is looking between them. Even now she can see him over thinking it. In his mind he is calculating angles and pressures… trying in vain to ascertain the optimum approach to correctly make entrance within her body. His uncertainty continues even as the head of his cock begins to part her delicate petals. The tip beginning to taste the warmth her body offers. But Uhura cannot wait for his mind to catch up with her lust, and with a hard pull of her legs she forces him forward. Her back arches as his girth begins to sink into her heated core, filling and stretching her inner walls while gliding along with the slippery wetness.
She pulls harder and opens her mouth in silent approval, breath caught in her lungs and seeming trapped as his length travels deeper. A startled cry finally emits from Uhura as his tip reaches her cervix and applies and tantalizing pressure there. Similarly stunned Spock closes his eyes and becomes lost in the searing sensation of her muscles clamping against the welcomed intrusion of his body, gasping for breath as he looks down at her again and watches her writhing under him. Slowly he begins to drag himself away, making the woman once again arch her body, leaving behind the slowly closing void within her. “Oh… Spock...” Her smooth voice calls out to him in something almost like a whimper, wanting badly to have him inside again. Once at his length the Vulcan pushes forward with his hips once again, driving himself between her sweat coated thighs. The tight confines of her sex seem to consume his every inch and form around his shape.
The pace is slow and sensual at first, the awkward and unsure moment allowing for only the most simple of gratifying acts. But after a while Uhura begins to urge with her hips and pull with her legs that wrap around his hips, drawing him in with a quickening and lustful urgency. Hovering over her those dark eyes meet and hold, communicating the quiet plea for release. The growth of their relationship is given over to physical desires, enhanced by carnal knowledge of each other, and perhaps true intimacy as Spock has never known.
Her nails begin to dig into his shoulders as the heavy weight begins to build in her chest, the falling sensation of electricity moving to cause her body to spasm around him. The wash of her climax constricting his length even as he continues to glide along her honeyed walls, his own limits being tested in earnest before he cannot withhold the urge. Even as she is made to ride out her orgasm the feeling of his hot eruption fills what little space is left inside her, and again she calls his name. Movement quickly comes to a halt as the Vulcan leans over his human companion, shivering slightly as his mind is blinded by the sensations of it all. Only when she leans up to kiss him again do his eyes open and regard their situation. Their entangled limbs and staggered breathing is an almost confusing thing as he recalls the message he had received earlier that evening about extra credit.
With a quirked eyebrow he looks at her, pulling away again for only a moment before asking… “Did you still require my assistance for that assignment Cadet?” His tone unsure, but speculative before she replies… “What assignment?”
Author: Anonymous
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Word Count: 1999
Prompt: Spock/Uhura, first time, really awkward and embarrassing. Bonus points for Spock still using precise percentages and the like during it. Link
Warnings: Sexytimes.
Notes:
"There is hardly a need for such frivolous commentary." The Vulcan remarks with an impassive gaze, those dark eyes meeting hers in an unflinching manner. Standing where he is beside the doorway to his Spartan quarters Spock stares down at the dark skinned woman just outside who is holding a slate with her extra credit essay titled ‘Diplomatic Linguistics with the new alien species’. Similarly dark brown eyes shift up from the slate as well, meeting his own to return the stare. Her lips pinch slightly at his remark, though she should not be so surprised by his reaction, and her fingers curl under the bottom of the slate she holds.
"To you perhaps, however my other instructors don’t seem to mind me adding my own views on the subject." Her honey sweet voice is accented by a curious tilt of her head to the side, braided hair falling along her shoulder as she steps forward though the door. "You could take another look for me... I could always use the extra credit. Why don’t I just come inside for a few minutes?" Uhura intones before taking another step and just barely slipping past the man who's eyebrow arches as though slightly perplexed.
"Your marks are well above anyone else in your class Cadet Uhura, and I am not inclined to show additional favoritism toward cadets at such a level in an effort to avoid malicious misconceptions." There is a short pause before the Vulcan adds, "It is against regulations for you to be inside my quarters after hours." Spock speaks in a tone indicative of his standing as an instructor at the Academy, his hands coming to clasp behind his back as he continues to stare at her. The door clicks shut seconds later and the sounds from outside are muffled to a dim whisper. The distance between them shrinks as she steps close, her slender arms snaking around his neck before she parts her lips. Rising to stand on her toes she pulls his head down before her lips capture his in a slow and longing kiss. A few seconds pass as her heart beats grow in tempo, his remaining steady like clockwork. When the kiss is broken she looks up at him with an expression of stern confidence and speaks again. "I /am/ coming into your quarters." There is an almost questioning tone riding the last few words, as if expecting him to agree.
Spock stands stalwart in place against the woman who leans her weight on his, replying once again with a quirked eyebrow and impassive gaze. "So you are." Another pause is broken by the soft touch of her lips against his. A few moments later he adds, "I calculated a 42.7 percent chance that your motives for requesting my attention at this hour, with regards to your assignment, were less than genuine... Cadet." Yet he accepted her request and opened his door to the woman. It had not been their first kiss, nor their first intimate moment alone... but there was more that she desired from him tonight. A closeness and lustful longing that intrigued him as a Vulcan. Much like his father he was beginning to understand the drive to study and observe human behaviors.
"So they were... Sir." Uhura breathes out in a shivering whisper as her blood warms with the quickening pace of her heart. The rise of her chest bringing the swell of her breast to brush his as she pulls him toward the door, her body pinned between it and him. Once more she draws his head down to meet her kiss, warm breath cooling the shared wetness on their lips before her tongue enters his mouth. Tongue sliding against his while his hands rise to brace against the door, his eyes closing to focus on the sensation she provides. The Vulcan is a stiff statue that she coils her body against, her hips moving in a grinding gyration against his while Spock remains mostly stationary. The woman seems to falter as he does not return her fervor, her lips pulling away before she speaks again with an exhale. "Touch me Spock..."
Without pause his right hand lifts away from the door and moves to hold her shoulder as she kisses him again, but that was not what she needed. "Touch me..." She asks again as her palms move down along his chest, his uniform bunching and stretching as her nails claw the fabric. Once more his hand moves along her body, meeting her cheek and neck. Uhura groans slightly in frustration as her desires take hold and remain unchecked. "Um. Not what I meant." She tells him again, to which he replies with a confused expression. "I apologize... You did not specify a location or relative pressure." Spock retorts in a confused and questioning voice. Though the confusion does not last long, she has taken hold of his wrist, and is pulling his hand away from her face. Her other hand draws his head down once again and the deep kiss begins again. She is forced to lead him and brings the guided hand low, below the hem of her uniform skirt, and forward to meet the cinnamon brown skin of her inner thigh.
A sharp exhale of air against his lips accompanies the unsure movement of his fingers as they tickle her thigh in such a very enjoyable way. Again her tongue begins to glide along his as Uhura lifts his hand, bringing the tips of his fingers to meet the bare skin of her heated center… her knees parting just enough so that his hand is able to caress against the eager wetness collecting there, bringing her chest to fall and a quiet moan to rise from her throat while her fingers curl into his hair. Slight shock can be seen on his Vulcan features as he breaks the kiss and looks down at her… “You are not wearing /all/ of your regulation Uniform. This sort of omission is not permitted while walking the halls of Starfl…” But his words are cut off as she pulls his head down hard and begins to suck at his lips, holding him steadfast and making it clear that she is not willing to relent from her goal tonight. After a few more moments she finally releases his wrist and moves her hand to return his touch, her slender fingers finding the long bulge within his tight regulation uniform pants. Slowly stroking along the growing length even as his own fingers begins to pry her slick folds apart, awkwardly exploring the soft flesh hidden away under her skirt.
Again he pulls away from her kiss, “By the reaction your body is having to my stimulation, and your evident desire for continuation of such intimacy, I calculate a 72.8 percent chance that you are hoping for tonight… as humans put it… to be ‘The Night’.” Spock tells her with a slightly unsure look, his voice heavy between the swallow gasps for air. Uhura looks up, eyes veiled behind her long curled lashes, and nods slowly while beginning to undo his belt…
Each clicking separation of his zipper teeth seem to resound in the quite room after his belt is pulled apart and his pants fall to his feet. Uhura sighs with delight and lowers her hips into his touch as if to ask for more, her muscles tensing as his fingers move. The connection being shared now is new to them both and is born of her human longing, but Spock is learning fast. His other hand moving to pinch the zipper at her back, dragging it down to its limit before pulling the loose uniform from her shoulders. The business of her own hands working to peel away his underwear, catching his thick cock as it falls free. If it is possible the Vulcan stiffens his ridged posture further in surprise at the feeling of her grasp, the continued long strokes pushing his green blood to rush and swell him further. Feeling fingers play against sensitive flesh as her touch runs along his shaft, his own fingers toying with her clit and making her jolt slightly and shiver.
Before long clothing is a lost memory and her lithe naked body is laid bare against the perfectly made bed, dark eyes peering up and arms grasping at his shoulders. Uhura opens herself to him and spreads her knees wide, legs wrapping around his hips and pulling against his body. Spock leans in and looks down along the delicious curves of her naked breasts, down along her fit stomach and hips until he is looking between them. Even now she can see him over thinking it. In his mind he is calculating angles and pressures… trying in vain to ascertain the optimum approach to correctly make entrance within her body. His uncertainty continues even as the head of his cock begins to part her delicate petals. The tip beginning to taste the warmth her body offers. But Uhura cannot wait for his mind to catch up with her lust, and with a hard pull of her legs she forces him forward. Her back arches as his girth begins to sink into her heated core, filling and stretching her inner walls while gliding along with the slippery wetness.
She pulls harder and opens her mouth in silent approval, breath caught in her lungs and seeming trapped as his length travels deeper. A startled cry finally emits from Uhura as his tip reaches her cervix and applies and tantalizing pressure there. Similarly stunned Spock closes his eyes and becomes lost in the searing sensation of her muscles clamping against the welcomed intrusion of his body, gasping for breath as he looks down at her again and watches her writhing under him. Slowly he begins to drag himself away, making the woman once again arch her body, leaving behind the slowly closing void within her. “Oh… Spock...” Her smooth voice calls out to him in something almost like a whimper, wanting badly to have him inside again. Once at his length the Vulcan pushes forward with his hips once again, driving himself between her sweat coated thighs. The tight confines of her sex seem to consume his every inch and form around his shape.
The pace is slow and sensual at first, the awkward and unsure moment allowing for only the most simple of gratifying acts. But after a while Uhura begins to urge with her hips and pull with her legs that wrap around his hips, drawing him in with a quickening and lustful urgency. Hovering over her those dark eyes meet and hold, communicating the quiet plea for release. The growth of their relationship is given over to physical desires, enhanced by carnal knowledge of each other, and perhaps true intimacy as Spock has never known.
Her nails begin to dig into his shoulders as the heavy weight begins to build in her chest, the falling sensation of electricity moving to cause her body to spasm around him. The wash of her climax constricting his length even as he continues to glide along her honeyed walls, his own limits being tested in earnest before he cannot withhold the urge. Even as she is made to ride out her orgasm the feeling of his hot eruption fills what little space is left inside her, and again she calls his name. Movement quickly comes to a halt as the Vulcan leans over his human companion, shivering slightly as his mind is blinded by the sensations of it all. Only when she leans up to kiss him again do his eyes open and regard their situation. Their entangled limbs and staggered breathing is an almost confusing thing as he recalls the message he had received earlier that evening about extra credit.
With a quirked eyebrow he looks at her, pulling away again for only a moment before asking… “Did you still require my assistance for that assignment Cadet?” His tone unsure, but speculative before she replies… “What assignment?”