fic: an alternate reflection
At the academy, Spock had been her instructor in tactical and ethical manipulations. She had always considered Vulcans just wasted strength behind masks of indifference; he was no different, thin, passive, hardly worthy of rank in the empire. Her opinion only changed when she attempted to steal the curved ‘ceremonial’ golden dagger that rested forever displayed uselessly upon his desk within his office.
She figured it would fetch a pretty price with some of the collectors on the market, which was of course, if she decided to part with it herself. It shone in the dim office as she removed it from its display, yes, it would fit handsomely into her collection.
He had come up behind her then as she took the moment to admire her prize, and grasped her hand tightly and suddenly enough that she dropped the knife. It twirled once as it fell, flipping end over end and then into her foot. She bared her clenched teeth in a hiss of pain, refusing to cry out, her foot tingled cold and blazing hot at once. Her hand ached where he ground the fine bones of her delicate digits together painfully. His other hand fisted into her hair, wrapping her ponytail around his palm and yanked back hard, forcing her head to bow into his shoulder.
“ Do not be as careless in all of your endeavors as you were this.” He said in a low voice, his lips close enough to her ear she felt the wisps of his beard against her sensitive skin. He then proceeded to wrench the dagger out of her foot, mindless of her cry of pain, wipe her blood off of it with the hem of her skirt and set it back into place.
“ Leave now,” he stated firmly, taking his seat behind his desk. Uhura swallowed her whimpers, and her tears as she walked unflinchingly out of the office, dark blood filling her boot with every step.
--
She knew after the dagger incident he was not as soft as he initially appeared. She endeavored to work around him rather than through from then on. Uhura watched him carefully, he was an unexpected role model, his every action, decision and movement a lesson to be taken in. Never show your mental weaknesses, turn physical disadvantage into an asset, these were things she learned from him. Every facet of his being was useful, even the basic way he moved, with grace, and confidence rather than the lumbering brute capacity most of the men in the empire possessed. His power was subtle, dark deep and quiet. She often spoke of complex strategical reasons for her admiration of him, but simply, he turned her on.
--
On their first mission she watched him and Kirk work in synchronization; never trusting the other but working flawlessly, ruthlessly, and fatally together. Watching that stupid grey planet implode with all it’s billions of useless lifeforms had sent shivers down her spine. He had done it so unfeelingly, beautifully, she thought as she looked out into the empty space where the planet had been while the rest of the crew celebrated. His fingers found her then, warm and bold tracing the same path down on her bare back. She looked over her shoulder at him, and he raised his damned eyebrow back at her.
He fucked her against that window, it was rough, the tang of his green blood on her lips when she bit into his neck with a breathless laugh. He was just as quiet and reserved and beautiful while buried painfully inside her. She scratched and kicked and he just pushed harder, gloriously harder, slamming her head into the viewing window violently enough for her to see stars. It was the best sex she’d ever had.
--
She hadn’t bribed her way onto a permanent assignment on the Enterprise, no money had exchanged hands, just a gentle persuading done with her breasts and favorite butterfly knife held against Kirk’s jugular at the right moment. She had licked the blade where it pressed against his bobbing adam’s apple and whispered that maybe one day she might even tell him her first name without killing him swiftly thereafter to sweeten the deal.
It had worked like a charm of course and while she still watched her back -anyone who didn’t was a pussy and a fool in this universe- she felt an odd sense of security around Kirk and Spock. They were an unusual team in the empire, usually first officers and captains didn’t last long, assassinating and undermining each other at every turn, but they found some sort of simple ruthless relationship that worked for them both.
It worked for her as well, pressed between them, overpowered, struggling barely able to catch a breath as they pounded into her. Their large hands wrapping around her wrists around her neck, the tang of sweat on her tongue…it was the stuff of every girl’s fantasies.
Deep down inside however, she was always secretly more satisfied when Kirk had his own woman and she had Spock to herself. She liked to bite his lips to make him growl, press her boot toe into anywhere she could reach, twisting and bending his control. She had yet to see him snap, but vowed she would witness it eventually, no matter how bloody it got.
--
The first inkling of whatever they were happened with Chapel. The blonde bitch figured she could sleep her way up the chain of command, like that earned you anything but beatings and a reputation. Uhura had never particularly felt anything other than distant distain for her before she decided Commander Spock was the next target for her spread thighs.
She walked in on them, rutting over a cot in sickbay. She had patiently stood by and watched, fingering the blade of her standard issue knife as the sniveling excuse for femininity moaned throatily. She didn’t blame Spock, he was male, it was natural but the nurse…
Uhura held Spock’s gaze as he buttoned his pants and left the room, her knife glinted, and he nodded at her as he passed. Then Uhura stalked forward intent on leaving a lasting lesson about keeping your hands to yourself on Christine Chapel.
--
It happened again with Sulu. The ship was still abuzz about a certain Nurses’ extensive and inexplicable facial and hand injuries. Uhura was listening to the idle gossip while polishing her boot in the mess, smiling down at her own reflection there.
“ I heard you’re good with knives,” His velvety voice accompanied the feel of cool blade against her bare upper arm, “ what about swords?” his tongue seemed to curl about the words the way his knife slid along her skin.
“ I know how to handle it when it’s sharp,” she pushed his dinky blade away from her, uninterested. Sulu was not her type, he was too slippery, too glory hungry, he wanted all the results with none of the work and it made her wrinkle her nose in disgust.
“Oh, trust me it’s sharp,” he smirked bringing the blade up to her neck. She swallowed then, even if it was Sulu she couldn’t trust him and shouldn’t have allowed him this close-
“ Mr. Sulu,” Spock loomed behind the Asian man, “ State your reasoning behind slitting Lieutenant Uhura’s throat. She is an inferior to your rank.” Uhura looked up at him, not moving a muscle, he appeared more tense than she initially had assumed, his hands clenched at his sides.
“ It’s nothing, Commander,” Sulu smiled, his other hand dropping to her thigh and gripping hard, “A difference in opinion,” he offered, his blade moving up, forcing her to tip her chin towards his scarred leering face.
“ It is of my opinion you are out of line, Lieutenant. Drop your weapon and hand me your agonizer,” He thundered authoritatively. Uhura closed her eyes out of fear her arousal would be too obvious should she look at him as well as listen. Sulu’s hand reluctantly dropped, and he stood with a sneer, handing the small device to Spock carelessly.
Uhura watched Spock inflict agony upon Sulu, her knees drawn tight together as the human spat and screamed in the current. Their eyes locked when silence finally settled about the mess, save for Sulu’s panting. Something passed between them in that glance, but then he blinked, threw the agonizer onto Sulu’s heaving chest and ordered her to work while stalking away from the scene.
--
“ You should have let me give him a perfect matching scar,” She said as she slipped into his quarters that evening. Spock did not seem surprised that she had his authorization codes when he looked up from his readings.
“ You already scarred Chapel enough for everyone on board,” He murmured folding his hands together and resting his fingers against his lips. Uhura laughed ferally.
“ Guilty,” she purred, stalking toward where he sat, “ Aren’t you going to punish me?” she asked demurely through her lashes, her hands swishing through her golden sash and loose skirt at her hips.
“ Do you desire punishment?” he unfolded his hands and brought them to his sides, resting on the arms of his chair. Uhura chuckled again stepping forward and sliding her knees in on either side of his narrow hips and perching in his lap.
“ There are many things I desire,” she bit her lip and looked up at him through her lashes again, smile blooming as he grasped her hips, fingers curling over her bottom possessively. She thumbed his chin, stroking the bristly hair there with relish.
“ I too desire a multitude of potential scenarios at present,” he breathed as she leaned in, and then they were kissing, for the first time without teeth or pain, no struggle for dominance, they kissed.
“What do you want now?” she breathed into his mouth, tracing the shells of his ears up with the pads of her fingers and down hard with the nails. He shuddered and breathed in against her neck, teeth just barely scraping against her pulse.
“ To remove your clothing by any means,” he reached up behind her to pull her top’s zip. She shifted and stilled his movement, pulling one leg up invitingly baring her inner thigh including the top of her boot and hilt of his golden dagger.
His eyes darted to where it usually rested on a high shelf across his quarters. She leaned in again.
“ I took it a week ago.” She whispered into his ear, “ And since I’ve been so good…or maybe so bad, I think I deserve a reward,” she sighed as he drew the knife out of her boot and brought its point to rest on her chest.
She smiled at him as it pressed against her sternum, “ Do it,” she breathed, breasts heaving with every excited breath. He was teasing her, taking so long. She was just considering wrapping her hands around his and doing it herself when finally he plunged the blade down.
She gasped at the feel of it whispering against her flesh and the sudden coolness that came with the baring of her skin. She wriggled out of the rest of her top while he sliced off her skirt as well. Pressing the razor sharp blade between his teeth he used his now free hands to manipulate her body. She loved how savage his usually calm demeanor looked with mouth stretched and teeth clenched. She kissed him around the knife, cutting her mouth and his, mixing the blood on their tongues as they danced.
--
When she finally relented in wearing his family symbol on her uniform Kirk merely smirked upon seeing it and said it was about time they made it official. Spock entered the bridge soon there after also wearing a new pin, hers this time. The men took pause at the sight of it, another of Spock’s recent rebellious behaviors since the incident with the mirror universe?
Uhura just exchanged looks with the Commander. No, it was nothing new, if he owned her, she owned him as well.
She figured it would fetch a pretty price with some of the collectors on the market, which was of course, if she decided to part with it herself. It shone in the dim office as she removed it from its display, yes, it would fit handsomely into her collection.
He had come up behind her then as she took the moment to admire her prize, and grasped her hand tightly and suddenly enough that she dropped the knife. It twirled once as it fell, flipping end over end and then into her foot. She bared her clenched teeth in a hiss of pain, refusing to cry out, her foot tingled cold and blazing hot at once. Her hand ached where he ground the fine bones of her delicate digits together painfully. His other hand fisted into her hair, wrapping her ponytail around his palm and yanked back hard, forcing her head to bow into his shoulder.
“ Do not be as careless in all of your endeavors as you were this.” He said in a low voice, his lips close enough to her ear she felt the wisps of his beard against her sensitive skin. He then proceeded to wrench the dagger out of her foot, mindless of her cry of pain, wipe her blood off of it with the hem of her skirt and set it back into place.
“ Leave now,” he stated firmly, taking his seat behind his desk. Uhura swallowed her whimpers, and her tears as she walked unflinchingly out of the office, dark blood filling her boot with every step.
--
She knew after the dagger incident he was not as soft as he initially appeared. She endeavored to work around him rather than through from then on. Uhura watched him carefully, he was an unexpected role model, his every action, decision and movement a lesson to be taken in. Never show your mental weaknesses, turn physical disadvantage into an asset, these were things she learned from him. Every facet of his being was useful, even the basic way he moved, with grace, and confidence rather than the lumbering brute capacity most of the men in the empire possessed. His power was subtle, dark deep and quiet. She often spoke of complex strategical reasons for her admiration of him, but simply, he turned her on.
--
On their first mission she watched him and Kirk work in synchronization; never trusting the other but working flawlessly, ruthlessly, and fatally together. Watching that stupid grey planet implode with all it’s billions of useless lifeforms had sent shivers down her spine. He had done it so unfeelingly, beautifully, she thought as she looked out into the empty space where the planet had been while the rest of the crew celebrated. His fingers found her then, warm and bold tracing the same path down on her bare back. She looked over her shoulder at him, and he raised his damned eyebrow back at her.
He fucked her against that window, it was rough, the tang of his green blood on her lips when she bit into his neck with a breathless laugh. He was just as quiet and reserved and beautiful while buried painfully inside her. She scratched and kicked and he just pushed harder, gloriously harder, slamming her head into the viewing window violently enough for her to see stars. It was the best sex she’d ever had.
--
She hadn’t bribed her way onto a permanent assignment on the Enterprise, no money had exchanged hands, just a gentle persuading done with her breasts and favorite butterfly knife held against Kirk’s jugular at the right moment. She had licked the blade where it pressed against his bobbing adam’s apple and whispered that maybe one day she might even tell him her first name without killing him swiftly thereafter to sweeten the deal.
It had worked like a charm of course and while she still watched her back -anyone who didn’t was a pussy and a fool in this universe- she felt an odd sense of security around Kirk and Spock. They were an unusual team in the empire, usually first officers and captains didn’t last long, assassinating and undermining each other at every turn, but they found some sort of simple ruthless relationship that worked for them both.
It worked for her as well, pressed between them, overpowered, struggling barely able to catch a breath as they pounded into her. Their large hands wrapping around her wrists around her neck, the tang of sweat on her tongue…it was the stuff of every girl’s fantasies.
Deep down inside however, she was always secretly more satisfied when Kirk had his own woman and she had Spock to herself. She liked to bite his lips to make him growl, press her boot toe into anywhere she could reach, twisting and bending his control. She had yet to see him snap, but vowed she would witness it eventually, no matter how bloody it got.
--
The first inkling of whatever they were happened with Chapel. The blonde bitch figured she could sleep her way up the chain of command, like that earned you anything but beatings and a reputation. Uhura had never particularly felt anything other than distant distain for her before she decided Commander Spock was the next target for her spread thighs.
She walked in on them, rutting over a cot in sickbay. She had patiently stood by and watched, fingering the blade of her standard issue knife as the sniveling excuse for femininity moaned throatily. She didn’t blame Spock, he was male, it was natural but the nurse…
Uhura held Spock’s gaze as he buttoned his pants and left the room, her knife glinted, and he nodded at her as he passed. Then Uhura stalked forward intent on leaving a lasting lesson about keeping your hands to yourself on Christine Chapel.
--
It happened again with Sulu. The ship was still abuzz about a certain Nurses’ extensive and inexplicable facial and hand injuries. Uhura was listening to the idle gossip while polishing her boot in the mess, smiling down at her own reflection there.
“ I heard you’re good with knives,” His velvety voice accompanied the feel of cool blade against her bare upper arm, “ what about swords?” his tongue seemed to curl about the words the way his knife slid along her skin.
“ I know how to handle it when it’s sharp,” she pushed his dinky blade away from her, uninterested. Sulu was not her type, he was too slippery, too glory hungry, he wanted all the results with none of the work and it made her wrinkle her nose in disgust.
“Oh, trust me it’s sharp,” he smirked bringing the blade up to her neck. She swallowed then, even if it was Sulu she couldn’t trust him and shouldn’t have allowed him this close-
“ Mr. Sulu,” Spock loomed behind the Asian man, “ State your reasoning behind slitting Lieutenant Uhura’s throat. She is an inferior to your rank.” Uhura looked up at him, not moving a muscle, he appeared more tense than she initially had assumed, his hands clenched at his sides.
“ It’s nothing, Commander,” Sulu smiled, his other hand dropping to her thigh and gripping hard, “A difference in opinion,” he offered, his blade moving up, forcing her to tip her chin towards his scarred leering face.
“ It is of my opinion you are out of line, Lieutenant. Drop your weapon and hand me your agonizer,” He thundered authoritatively. Uhura closed her eyes out of fear her arousal would be too obvious should she look at him as well as listen. Sulu’s hand reluctantly dropped, and he stood with a sneer, handing the small device to Spock carelessly.
Uhura watched Spock inflict agony upon Sulu, her knees drawn tight together as the human spat and screamed in the current. Their eyes locked when silence finally settled about the mess, save for Sulu’s panting. Something passed between them in that glance, but then he blinked, threw the agonizer onto Sulu’s heaving chest and ordered her to work while stalking away from the scene.
--
“ You should have let me give him a perfect matching scar,” She said as she slipped into his quarters that evening. Spock did not seem surprised that she had his authorization codes when he looked up from his readings.
“ You already scarred Chapel enough for everyone on board,” He murmured folding his hands together and resting his fingers against his lips. Uhura laughed ferally.
“ Guilty,” she purred, stalking toward where he sat, “ Aren’t you going to punish me?” she asked demurely through her lashes, her hands swishing through her golden sash and loose skirt at her hips.
“ Do you desire punishment?” he unfolded his hands and brought them to his sides, resting on the arms of his chair. Uhura chuckled again stepping forward and sliding her knees in on either side of his narrow hips and perching in his lap.
“ There are many things I desire,” she bit her lip and looked up at him through her lashes again, smile blooming as he grasped her hips, fingers curling over her bottom possessively. She thumbed his chin, stroking the bristly hair there with relish.
“ I too desire a multitude of potential scenarios at present,” he breathed as she leaned in, and then they were kissing, for the first time without teeth or pain, no struggle for dominance, they kissed.
“What do you want now?” she breathed into his mouth, tracing the shells of his ears up with the pads of her fingers and down hard with the nails. He shuddered and breathed in against her neck, teeth just barely scraping against her pulse.
“ To remove your clothing by any means,” he reached up behind her to pull her top’s zip. She shifted and stilled his movement, pulling one leg up invitingly baring her inner thigh including the top of her boot and hilt of his golden dagger.
His eyes darted to where it usually rested on a high shelf across his quarters. She leaned in again.
“ I took it a week ago.” She whispered into his ear, “ And since I’ve been so good…or maybe so bad, I think I deserve a reward,” she sighed as he drew the knife out of her boot and brought its point to rest on her chest.
She smiled at him as it pressed against her sternum, “ Do it,” she breathed, breasts heaving with every excited breath. He was teasing her, taking so long. She was just considering wrapping her hands around his and doing it herself when finally he plunged the blade down.
She gasped at the feel of it whispering against her flesh and the sudden coolness that came with the baring of her skin. She wriggled out of the rest of her top while he sliced off her skirt as well. Pressing the razor sharp blade between his teeth he used his now free hands to manipulate her body. She loved how savage his usually calm demeanor looked with mouth stretched and teeth clenched. She kissed him around the knife, cutting her mouth and his, mixing the blood on their tongues as they danced.
--
When she finally relented in wearing his family symbol on her uniform Kirk merely smirked upon seeing it and said it was about time they made it official. Spock entered the bridge soon there after also wearing a new pin, hers this time. The men took pause at the sight of it, another of Spock’s recent rebellious behaviors since the incident with the mirror universe?
Uhura just exchanged looks with the Commander. No, it was nothing new, if he owned her, she owned him as well.