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Author: witblogi
Pairings: Spock/Uhura
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“What’s the matter with you?” She kicks him under their table and hisses over her book. He winces and looks down at his empty page that should have been full to brimming with notes by now.
“You’re being weird. What’s wrong?” She closes her book and settles her hands on top of it looking at him expectantly. He eyes the other occupants of the library around them, they are all out of earshot of a whispered conversation but he still doesn’t like the public setting Nyota has chosen for this.
“Tell me. I’m not letting you mull it over for a month this time.” She says pointedly. And he wrestles with the thoughts clogging up his mind and heart, feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
“It…is a personal matter.” Nyota rolls her eyes.
“Obviously. I didn’t think it was orgo-chem making you frown and space out like that. Spock, I regularly stick my hands down your pants and fondle you. How much more personal are we talking?”
He fights off the hot flush working up his neck.
“That is part of the…dilemma.” Nyota’s annoyed expression morphs into genuine surprise and she leans back in her chair.
“If I’m not doing it ri-”
“No!” Spock pushes out of his chair looking out for librarians and shelvers before coming around the table to draw up the seat next to hers, “No that is perfectly acceptable, exceptional maybe-”
“ Well then what?” She grabs both of his hands in hers and he revels the combined weights resting on his thighs. He thinks and tests the words in his head but they all sound wrong and he just ends up pressing his lips together tightly, frustrated with his own inability to communicate.
“I can’t fix what’s wrong if you don’t tell me.” She smiles softly but looks afraid and he doesn’t want her to ever be afraid of anything. He squeezes her hands and looks up over her shoulder to see another couple secluded in a comfortable reading alcove, both tucked into one of the large squishy armchairs there. They aren’t doing anything more than reading their own texts, but they are intertwined, sharing the same space and it makes his heart stutter in jealousy.
“What? They’re reading. Did you not want to study in the library? I mean I get you don’t like PDA. I get that. But Sulu and Chekov are always giggling in your dorm and mine is- just- Gaila,” She shakes her head apologetically.
“It is not the library it…it’s me.”
“Are you giving me the ‘It’s not you it’s me.’ talk?”
“No! And yes. Nyota I am the dilemma. I cannot provide…” He struggles gesturing vaguely to the couple, “An adequate atmosphere of pretenses.” She looks at him with confusion.
“I’m not sure I know…what you’re saying.”
“I am attempting to apologize for being unable to fulfill the requirements expected of me.” Nyota frowns and looks over at the couple
“What?” Her voice is practically at a normal level of speaking and he has to work quickly and quietly to prevent her from drawing attention to themselves.
“Earlier this evening you were confronted by one of your classmates who wished you to accompany him on a date. I have come to realize this is a fault of mine for not establishing clear public signs as to notate us both in a monogamous relationship.”
“Spock-”
“I understand this is of utmost importance but have not been able to find an adequate resolution. As you have noted I am distinctly uncomfortable with public displays of affection.”
“ Spock it’s okay. I don’t mind being a low key couple.” She smiles and shakes her head “I like it. Clingyness is…sort of a turnoff, like claiming property. I’m not your property, and you’re not mine. And if girls are going to ask you out because I’m not constantly in your lap then that’s…well it’s annoying but I trust you to say no on your own.” She strokes her fingers along his palms. It tickles but feels just as assuring and intimate as a hug would. They sit in silence for a moment before she gently pats his hands.
“Okay?” He nods in response and goes back to his own seat as Nyota picks up her book once more. But there is still something…something lurking inside him that does not feel resolved. It makes no sense. Nyota has said she is perfectly fine with his lack of tactility…
“What now? Do you know how distracting it is when you’re upset?” She sounds annoyed but looks amused.
“I do not know. I am still ill at ease.” He picks up his pen but does nothing more than flick it around his fingers once, twice- Nyota’s hand closes over his.
“C’mon I know something that’ll make you feel better.” She stands but doesn’t pack up her things; obviously they are not leaving the library. He stands and trails behind her as she walks through the romantic era literature working her way back towards the ominously large selves that house the priceless original copies of everything from ancient greek physics written on papyrus to the first script of The Graduate.
“I assure you have already found the archive of first edition Stan Lee works-” They were tucked away in a back corner misfiled inside their plastic cases but clearly well known if their complete lack of accumulation of dust was any indication.
“I’m not showing you comic books.” Nyota pushes even further back into the shelves, but Spock can not think of any possible reason either of them would have any business in the punched card stock that once served as computer programming that now surrounded them. She turns around abruptly at some unmarked point making Spock press up onto his toes to stop his forward momentum without crashing into her.
She watches with head cocked and doesn’t step back as he struggles before finally managing to ground himself once more.
“Do you know what the student body nicknamed this section of the library?” She asks, her face relaxed as she looks up at him. He feels strangely warm under her scrutiny, and the look in her eyes. He tries to take a step back but she is quicker, darting her hands around his waist, keeping him where he is. He does not know what to do with his own hands so they stay limp as his sides as she holds him.
“I am not aware there is an alternate name.” It is impossible to look away from her gaze as she smiles her slightly crooked smile.
“You are aware actually. Welcome to the stacks, Spock.”
He looks around as his hands somehow migrate without much of his own thought to cup her shoulder blades, lax as they are. He isn’t sure why she has brought him here- there is the obvious reason to engage in amorous activities but in light of their last discussion he is doubtful.
“You don’t like public displays of affection which is okay…” She smiles again regaining his attention, “But you still feel like you need to prove something because…well I don’t know why. It’s probably some piece of your inner caveman fighting to be heard over all the rational quirky perfect Spock.” She leans in even closer, arms tightening around him, gaze dropping to his jaw.
“So here we are,” Her breath puffs gently over his skin, “ In public, but alone, and secluded without a soul in sight. It’s quiet enough we could hear anyone approaching…” she whispers leaning towards his ear and he swallows, fighting tremors that threaten in his gently rested fingertips against her body-warm cardigan.
She leans up and looks him in the eyes again, mouth a mere breaths width away from his own.
“So kiss me.”
He looks at her for only a moment more before some glowing emotion inside him cheers ecstatically and it sounds like the best plan he’s ever heard. So he dips his head and presses his lips to hers in what should surely be a familiar feeling by now, but still feels like the floor is dropping out from under him every time. As unsettling as it is, he never wants that feeling to fade and so he kisses her again and again, hands coming up to press her hair back from her face and angle her chin just so.
“Oh-oops!”
Spock pulls away immediately turning to see the couple from the chair smiling apologetically from the end of the isle before moving on to find their own secluded spot.
Nyota chuckles, a low strangely sexy sound that draws Spock’s attention back to her and where they are. They have moved at some point, or maybe he was doing the moving, pressing her back into one of the shelves. Her hands have also migrated, sinking south into the back pockets of his jeans. He raises his eyebrow at her and she just chuckles again squeezing her hands and making him arch into her with a huffed laugh of his own.
She clumsily kisses the corner of his mouth and then pulls her hands back from his pockets to wrap her arms tightly about his middle, dropping her head to his shoulder. He doesn’t hesitate this time and wraps his arms securely around her shoulders.
“We should get back to studying,” She whispers finally pulling back and he nods silently letting his own embrace drop. He takes a step back and allows her a moment to straighten her hair, when she is finished he turns to leave but is held back. She has gathered up one of his hands into hers, intertwining their fingers. He looks down at their hands and she shrugs.
“For the record,” she begins the march back to their table head held high, “Next time, we can just hold hands.”
He gives a small smile, lips feeling just slightly bruised, and tightens his fingers in agreement.
Author: witblogi
Pairings: Spock/Uhura
Rating: ?
Warnings:
Summary:
Notes:
“What’s the matter with you?” She kicks him under their table and hisses over her book. He winces and looks down at his empty page that should have been full to brimming with notes by now.
“You’re being weird. What’s wrong?” She closes her book and settles her hands on top of it looking at him expectantly. He eyes the other occupants of the library around them, they are all out of earshot of a whispered conversation but he still doesn’t like the public setting Nyota has chosen for this.
“Tell me. I’m not letting you mull it over for a month this time.” She says pointedly. And he wrestles with the thoughts clogging up his mind and heart, feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
“It…is a personal matter.” Nyota rolls her eyes.
“Obviously. I didn’t think it was orgo-chem making you frown and space out like that. Spock, I regularly stick my hands down your pants and fondle you. How much more personal are we talking?”
He fights off the hot flush working up his neck.
“That is part of the…dilemma.” Nyota’s annoyed expression morphs into genuine surprise and she leans back in her chair.
“If I’m not doing it ri-”
“No!” Spock pushes out of his chair looking out for librarians and shelvers before coming around the table to draw up the seat next to hers, “No that is perfectly acceptable, exceptional maybe-”
“ Well then what?” She grabs both of his hands in hers and he revels the combined weights resting on his thighs. He thinks and tests the words in his head but they all sound wrong and he just ends up pressing his lips together tightly, frustrated with his own inability to communicate.
“I can’t fix what’s wrong if you don’t tell me.” She smiles softly but looks afraid and he doesn’t want her to ever be afraid of anything. He squeezes her hands and looks up over her shoulder to see another couple secluded in a comfortable reading alcove, both tucked into one of the large squishy armchairs there. They aren’t doing anything more than reading their own texts, but they are intertwined, sharing the same space and it makes his heart stutter in jealousy.
“What? They’re reading. Did you not want to study in the library? I mean I get you don’t like PDA. I get that. But Sulu and Chekov are always giggling in your dorm and mine is- just- Gaila,” She shakes her head apologetically.
“It is not the library it…it’s me.”
“Are you giving me the ‘It’s not you it’s me.’ talk?”
“No! And yes. Nyota I am the dilemma. I cannot provide…” He struggles gesturing vaguely to the couple, “An adequate atmosphere of pretenses.” She looks at him with confusion.
“I’m not sure I know…what you’re saying.”
“I am attempting to apologize for being unable to fulfill the requirements expected of me.” Nyota frowns and looks over at the couple
“What?” Her voice is practically at a normal level of speaking and he has to work quickly and quietly to prevent her from drawing attention to themselves.
“Earlier this evening you were confronted by one of your classmates who wished you to accompany him on a date. I have come to realize this is a fault of mine for not establishing clear public signs as to notate us both in a monogamous relationship.”
“Spock-”
“I understand this is of utmost importance but have not been able to find an adequate resolution. As you have noted I am distinctly uncomfortable with public displays of affection.”
“ Spock it’s okay. I don’t mind being a low key couple.” She smiles and shakes her head “I like it. Clingyness is…sort of a turnoff, like claiming property. I’m not your property, and you’re not mine. And if girls are going to ask you out because I’m not constantly in your lap then that’s…well it’s annoying but I trust you to say no on your own.” She strokes her fingers along his palms. It tickles but feels just as assuring and intimate as a hug would. They sit in silence for a moment before she gently pats his hands.
“Okay?” He nods in response and goes back to his own seat as Nyota picks up her book once more. But there is still something…something lurking inside him that does not feel resolved. It makes no sense. Nyota has said she is perfectly fine with his lack of tactility…
“What now? Do you know how distracting it is when you’re upset?” She sounds annoyed but looks amused.
“I do not know. I am still ill at ease.” He picks up his pen but does nothing more than flick it around his fingers once, twice- Nyota’s hand closes over his.
“C’mon I know something that’ll make you feel better.” She stands but doesn’t pack up her things; obviously they are not leaving the library. He stands and trails behind her as she walks through the romantic era literature working her way back towards the ominously large selves that house the priceless original copies of everything from ancient greek physics written on papyrus to the first script of The Graduate.
“I assure you have already found the archive of first edition Stan Lee works-” They were tucked away in a back corner misfiled inside their plastic cases but clearly well known if their complete lack of accumulation of dust was any indication.
“I’m not showing you comic books.” Nyota pushes even further back into the shelves, but Spock can not think of any possible reason either of them would have any business in the punched card stock that once served as computer programming that now surrounded them. She turns around abruptly at some unmarked point making Spock press up onto his toes to stop his forward momentum without crashing into her.
She watches with head cocked and doesn’t step back as he struggles before finally managing to ground himself once more.
“Do you know what the student body nicknamed this section of the library?” She asks, her face relaxed as she looks up at him. He feels strangely warm under her scrutiny, and the look in her eyes. He tries to take a step back but she is quicker, darting her hands around his waist, keeping him where he is. He does not know what to do with his own hands so they stay limp as his sides as she holds him.
“I am not aware there is an alternate name.” It is impossible to look away from her gaze as she smiles her slightly crooked smile.
“You are aware actually. Welcome to the stacks, Spock.”
He looks around as his hands somehow migrate without much of his own thought to cup her shoulder blades, lax as they are. He isn’t sure why she has brought him here- there is the obvious reason to engage in amorous activities but in light of their last discussion he is doubtful.
“You don’t like public displays of affection which is okay…” She smiles again regaining his attention, “But you still feel like you need to prove something because…well I don’t know why. It’s probably some piece of your inner caveman fighting to be heard over all the rational quirky perfect Spock.” She leans in even closer, arms tightening around him, gaze dropping to his jaw.
“So here we are,” Her breath puffs gently over his skin, “ In public, but alone, and secluded without a soul in sight. It’s quiet enough we could hear anyone approaching…” she whispers leaning towards his ear and he swallows, fighting tremors that threaten in his gently rested fingertips against her body-warm cardigan.
She leans up and looks him in the eyes again, mouth a mere breaths width away from his own.
“So kiss me.”
He looks at her for only a moment more before some glowing emotion inside him cheers ecstatically and it sounds like the best plan he’s ever heard. So he dips his head and presses his lips to hers in what should surely be a familiar feeling by now, but still feels like the floor is dropping out from under him every time. As unsettling as it is, he never wants that feeling to fade and so he kisses her again and again, hands coming up to press her hair back from her face and angle her chin just so.
“Oh-oops!”
Spock pulls away immediately turning to see the couple from the chair smiling apologetically from the end of the isle before moving on to find their own secluded spot.
Nyota chuckles, a low strangely sexy sound that draws Spock’s attention back to her and where they are. They have moved at some point, or maybe he was doing the moving, pressing her back into one of the shelves. Her hands have also migrated, sinking south into the back pockets of his jeans. He raises his eyebrow at her and she just chuckles again squeezing her hands and making him arch into her with a huffed laugh of his own.
She clumsily kisses the corner of his mouth and then pulls her hands back from his pockets to wrap her arms tightly about his middle, dropping her head to his shoulder. He doesn’t hesitate this time and wraps his arms securely around her shoulders.
“We should get back to studying,” She whispers finally pulling back and he nods silently letting his own embrace drop. He takes a step back and allows her a moment to straighten her hair, when she is finished he turns to leave but is held back. She has gathered up one of his hands into hers, intertwining their fingers. He looks down at their hands and she shrugs.
“For the record,” she begins the march back to their table head held high, “Next time, we can just hold hands.”
He gives a small smile, lips feeling just slightly bruised, and tightens his fingers in agreement.