Upheaval 18
Chapter eighteen
Two hours after being goaded by Gaila, the examination and the treatment, Nyota waited for Spock to visit. The doctor assured her that Spock was physically fine. The Vulcan’s head so hard, he didn’t even miss the blood he’d shed.
He's got the hard head part right!
A light knock on the door interrupted her musings. “Enter.”
Spock was dressed in a clean uniform.
“I'm glad you finally came."
“I am also glad," he said in a tone she couldn't quite define.
Suddenly self-conscious, she absently began untangling her messy hair.
The Vulcan moved towards the bio bed. “Commander Shane Gathright is actively being sought by campus police, Starfleet security, and local law enforcement. They will have him in custody soon.”
“Good.”
Spock edged forward until he was only an arm’s length away. “I also wish to inform you that I have made a firm decision regarding Ki’sekiko.”
After all of this time, she was almost certain he’d abandoned the project. “What’s the verdict?”
“Recently, I revisited the works of Freud and his Eros, Jung and his psychological types, Adickes and his four world views, Spranger and his four human values and so forth,” he said. “As a result, I have concluded that Ki’sekiko deserves to be appreciated for who she is. Anything less is irreprehensible. She is a person. She has a voice. She deserves to be heard. It does not matter if she recognizes us or communicates with us.”
“Thank you,” Nyota said, feeling as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
“I will adjust my current schedule,” he said, “and make every effort to map her mind as soon as possible. Please continue to enhance your knowledge of brain functions. The less I am required to explain verbally, the better.”
“Thank you, Sir."
He took a noticeable deep breath before continuing. “I also wish to discuss the events that took place in the decontamination chamber.” His voice was softer, but his face betrayed nothing.
Nyota shook her head. “Let’s not. I acted like a slut and...”
“You did not,” he said in a firm authoritarian voice. “Furthermore, you should not feel shame. As the senior officer, the fault is mine. My actions were despicable. I will understand if you cannot forgive me. I am also prepared to turn myself over to the authorities. I violated the trust you placed in me when you chose me as your supervisor.”
“That’s not what I want.” Nyota was deflated. They should be happy about what happened, not wallowing in guilt.
“I molested you,” Spock insisted. “I am no better than Gathright. I took advantage of you. It was unethical and my actions are unforgivable.”
“I opened my legs.” Nyota briefly lowered her eyes to point out the obvious. “I guided your hand and I…”
Saying the words aloud made her feel nasty and she could only imagine how he felt. It couldn’t be easy for him to accept that biology overcame his vaunted logic.
For a long moment, Spock seemed stuck in pause mode and the movement of his eyes indicated that he was searching for the right words. “If you remain my student, I foresee additional complications,” he finally said.
“You got that right.”
“Do you agree that our future academic and personal relationship could be compromised because we cannot act on our mutual attraction for at least another two years until...”
“I disagree.” Nyota interrupted, sitting up straighter in the bed. “After everything that happened today, it would be foolish to wallow in UST. It would only make the situation worse.”
“UST?” he asked. Both eyebrows rose slowly.
“Unresolved sexual tension,” she defined. “It’s a silly human notion. Two people who want each other romantically, sexually or both pretend that they don’t. They waste years stuck in pause-mode. Apparently the goal is to come together like characters on a ridiculous soap opera, do it, and live happily ever after.”
“Is this not desirable? Would you not know that the male…”
“What?” Her voice was harsher than she intended. “Know what? That he wants me for my mind? Someone crazy and wise told me that no male would ever want me for my mind first, so you wanting to bang me is normal.”
“I see.”
Again, his eyes indicated that he was weighing the possible variables.
“How do you suggest we solve this problem?” he asked, his whole essence uncharacteristically revealing his unease.
“You’re the instructor.” Nyota hadn’t meant to be flippant.
He responded quickly. "Although I am well-versed in the application of physical pleasure, I know nothing about human mating rituals. As such, I defer to your superior knowledge.”
“You’re being much too hard on yourself.” A knowing grin threatened to erupt from within her. “As soon as I’m physically strong enough to engage in sex, we should eliminate UST from our personal and professional relationships.”
For a second, astonishment rippled across his face. “Are you suggesting that we engage in full-scale intercourse?”
“Pardon my Kreetassan, Mr. Spock…” She paused for dramatic effect. “…but… I sincerely wish to fuck you until I pass out.”
“Miss Uhura, I am almost certain fuck is not a Kreetassan word.”
He said it so straight-faced that Nyota had to momentarily cover her mouth with her hands in an effort to keep from laughing.
"Forgive me… I should have said I wished to dine with you.”
It was an old joke, a weak joke.
“I welcome both.” Backpedaling, he took hold of a chair and placed it next to the bed. Once seated, he tilted his head as if to study her. “Do you understand that Vulcans do not have affairs? We do not have trysts. Sex is a not a competitive sport.”
“Nyota Uhura plays by the same rules,” she said defiantly.
Spock nodded. “If we are discovered, there could be dire consequences; therefore, I suggest a compromise.”
“I’m listening.”
“I submit that we only have one night together…to eliminate the UST… until after your graduation.”
“Only one?” she asked, worried that this was not a viable plan.
“Yes. Otherwise, your reputation could be compromised.”
“What about yours?”
“It is irrelevant. I am male," Spock told her in earnest. "If we are caught, I would be praised for successfully conquering you. As the Vulcans no longer recognize me as one of their own, it would mean nothing to them. On the other hand, you could potentially carry several additional burdens… among them, an unplanned pregnancy."
“Is that likely?" The real possibility of getting pregnant had never seriously entered her mind. “I mean… we’re so different.”
“We are only half different,” he said.
“Half?” she asked, confused.
“I will explain at a later date,” he said. “Furthermore, your religion discourages the use of birth control…”
“Starfleet and I have reached an agree…”
“Understood,” he said, uncharacteristically interrupting. “The compromise reached between you and Starfleet officials still leaves you more vulnerable than other females and my unique physiology makes administering the proper contraceptive dosage suspect. You are too young and too intelligent to find yourself in such a predicament at this stage of your life. It would be unwise to bring an unplanned mixed-species child into this universe."
“Unique physiology?" He wasn't telling her everything.
He sighed softly before speaking again. "My mother once told me that if it walked like a duck and quacked like a duck, it must be a duck."
"Yeah?" Tension knotted in Nyota's shoulders.
"Except when it isn't exactly a duck," he said in a moderately sorrowful tone, staring deep into her eyes.
Nyota swallowed hard, realizing that this thing, whatever it was, was truly at the core of Spock. It was so important that the exact words he required to explain refused to come. Understanding this, she did not push.
Locked eye to eye, a heavy silence settled between them for several minutes.
It was Spock who pierced the distance between them when he placed the middle and the pointing finger of his left hand gently upon her matching fingers. Ever so slowly, he began administering a slow sensuous massage.
“Do you find this pleasurable?" he asked in a surprisingly husky voice.
“It’s nice. I like it…but..." She tugged at his tunic, drawing him closer. Kissing him full on the lips, she was surprised to discover that he tasted vaguely of sandalwood and it wasn't until his hand crept into her gown and traveling the expanse of her chest, did she realize that she was tasting her own essence.
There is no way in hell we'll get away with only one night.
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Two hours after being goaded by Gaila, the examination and the treatment, Nyota waited for Spock to visit. The doctor assured her that Spock was physically fine. The Vulcan’s head so hard, he didn’t even miss the blood he’d shed.
He's got the hard head part right!
A light knock on the door interrupted her musings. “Enter.”
Spock was dressed in a clean uniform.
“I'm glad you finally came."
“I am also glad," he said in a tone she couldn't quite define.
Suddenly self-conscious, she absently began untangling her messy hair.
The Vulcan moved towards the bio bed. “Commander Shane Gathright is actively being sought by campus police, Starfleet security, and local law enforcement. They will have him in custody soon.”
“Good.”
Spock edged forward until he was only an arm’s length away. “I also wish to inform you that I have made a firm decision regarding Ki’sekiko.”
After all of this time, she was almost certain he’d abandoned the project. “What’s the verdict?”
“Recently, I revisited the works of Freud and his Eros, Jung and his psychological types, Adickes and his four world views, Spranger and his four human values and so forth,” he said. “As a result, I have concluded that Ki’sekiko deserves to be appreciated for who she is. Anything less is irreprehensible. She is a person. She has a voice. She deserves to be heard. It does not matter if she recognizes us or communicates with us.”
“Thank you,” Nyota said, feeling as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
“I will adjust my current schedule,” he said, “and make every effort to map her mind as soon as possible. Please continue to enhance your knowledge of brain functions. The less I am required to explain verbally, the better.”
“Thank you, Sir."
He took a noticeable deep breath before continuing. “I also wish to discuss the events that took place in the decontamination chamber.” His voice was softer, but his face betrayed nothing.
Nyota shook her head. “Let’s not. I acted like a slut and...”
“You did not,” he said in a firm authoritarian voice. “Furthermore, you should not feel shame. As the senior officer, the fault is mine. My actions were despicable. I will understand if you cannot forgive me. I am also prepared to turn myself over to the authorities. I violated the trust you placed in me when you chose me as your supervisor.”
“That’s not what I want.” Nyota was deflated. They should be happy about what happened, not wallowing in guilt.
“I molested you,” Spock insisted. “I am no better than Gathright. I took advantage of you. It was unethical and my actions are unforgivable.”
“I opened my legs.” Nyota briefly lowered her eyes to point out the obvious. “I guided your hand and I…”
Saying the words aloud made her feel nasty and she could only imagine how he felt. It couldn’t be easy for him to accept that biology overcame his vaunted logic.
For a long moment, Spock seemed stuck in pause mode and the movement of his eyes indicated that he was searching for the right words. “If you remain my student, I foresee additional complications,” he finally said.
“You got that right.”
“Do you agree that our future academic and personal relationship could be compromised because we cannot act on our mutual attraction for at least another two years until...”
“I disagree.” Nyota interrupted, sitting up straighter in the bed. “After everything that happened today, it would be foolish to wallow in UST. It would only make the situation worse.”
“UST?” he asked. Both eyebrows rose slowly.
“Unresolved sexual tension,” she defined. “It’s a silly human notion. Two people who want each other romantically, sexually or both pretend that they don’t. They waste years stuck in pause-mode. Apparently the goal is to come together like characters on a ridiculous soap opera, do it, and live happily ever after.”
“Is this not desirable? Would you not know that the male…”
“What?” Her voice was harsher than she intended. “Know what? That he wants me for my mind? Someone crazy and wise told me that no male would ever want me for my mind first, so you wanting to bang me is normal.”
“I see.”
Again, his eyes indicated that he was weighing the possible variables.
“How do you suggest we solve this problem?” he asked, his whole essence uncharacteristically revealing his unease.
“You’re the instructor.” Nyota hadn’t meant to be flippant.
He responded quickly. "Although I am well-versed in the application of physical pleasure, I know nothing about human mating rituals. As such, I defer to your superior knowledge.”
“You’re being much too hard on yourself.” A knowing grin threatened to erupt from within her. “As soon as I’m physically strong enough to engage in sex, we should eliminate UST from our personal and professional relationships.”
For a second, astonishment rippled across his face. “Are you suggesting that we engage in full-scale intercourse?”
“Pardon my Kreetassan, Mr. Spock…” She paused for dramatic effect. “…but… I sincerely wish to fuck you until I pass out.”
“Miss Uhura, I am almost certain fuck is not a Kreetassan word.”
He said it so straight-faced that Nyota had to momentarily cover her mouth with her hands in an effort to keep from laughing.
"Forgive me… I should have said I wished to dine with you.”
It was an old joke, a weak joke.
“I welcome both.” Backpedaling, he took hold of a chair and placed it next to the bed. Once seated, he tilted his head as if to study her. “Do you understand that Vulcans do not have affairs? We do not have trysts. Sex is a not a competitive sport.”
“Nyota Uhura plays by the same rules,” she said defiantly.
Spock nodded. “If we are discovered, there could be dire consequences; therefore, I suggest a compromise.”
“I’m listening.”
“I submit that we only have one night together…to eliminate the UST… until after your graduation.”
“Only one?” she asked, worried that this was not a viable plan.
“Yes. Otherwise, your reputation could be compromised.”
“What about yours?”
“It is irrelevant. I am male," Spock told her in earnest. "If we are caught, I would be praised for successfully conquering you. As the Vulcans no longer recognize me as one of their own, it would mean nothing to them. On the other hand, you could potentially carry several additional burdens… among them, an unplanned pregnancy."
“Is that likely?" The real possibility of getting pregnant had never seriously entered her mind. “I mean… we’re so different.”
“We are only half different,” he said.
“Half?” she asked, confused.
“I will explain at a later date,” he said. “Furthermore, your religion discourages the use of birth control…”
“Starfleet and I have reached an agree…”
“Understood,” he said, uncharacteristically interrupting. “The compromise reached between you and Starfleet officials still leaves you more vulnerable than other females and my unique physiology makes administering the proper contraceptive dosage suspect. You are too young and too intelligent to find yourself in such a predicament at this stage of your life. It would be unwise to bring an unplanned mixed-species child into this universe."
“Unique physiology?" He wasn't telling her everything.
He sighed softly before speaking again. "My mother once told me that if it walked like a duck and quacked like a duck, it must be a duck."
"Yeah?" Tension knotted in Nyota's shoulders.
"Except when it isn't exactly a duck," he said in a moderately sorrowful tone, staring deep into her eyes.
Nyota swallowed hard, realizing that this thing, whatever it was, was truly at the core of Spock. It was so important that the exact words he required to explain refused to come. Understanding this, she did not push.
Locked eye to eye, a heavy silence settled between them for several minutes.
It was Spock who pierced the distance between them when he placed the middle and the pointing finger of his left hand gently upon her matching fingers. Ever so slowly, he began administering a slow sensuous massage.
“Do you find this pleasurable?" he asked in a surprisingly husky voice.
“It’s nice. I like it…but..." She tugged at his tunic, drawing him closer. Kissing him full on the lips, she was surprised to discover that he tasted vaguely of sandalwood and it wasn't until his hand crept into her gown and traveling the expanse of her chest, did she realize that she was tasting her own essence.
There is no way in hell we'll get away with only one night.
Read Chapter Nineteen
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