Upheaval 22
Chapter twenty-two
Three days later
When Spock entered Nyota's room, she was resting comfortably in the bio-bed. He noted with satisfaction that her vital signs were nearly normal. As he approached, her eyes fluttered open. Smiling, she gazed lovingly up at him.
“It did not occur to me before, but I believe these are the same accommodations you utilized during your last visit,” he said, by way of initiating conversation.
As she struggled to sit, Spock quickened his pace to assist her. Curiously, Nyota’s hair, which now hung in a single heavy ponytail across her left shoulder, had become curlier with each passing day. Memories of how the tresses felt in his hands during their lovemaking flooded his senses.
"Thank you," she said in a gentle voice. "This is a very nice room. It feels like an executive suite."
"How do you feel at this moment?"
"I'd feel better if you held me."
Spock cast a cursory glance at the exposed parts of her skin. The angry bruises on her arms were consistent with his handprints. Every single mark loudly proclaimed his guilt.
"I hurt... you," he barely managed to say.
"Am I not worth this small breach in protocol?" she queried in a small voice, ignoring his words.
He lowered his eyes in shame. "Had it not been for me, you would not be here. I brutalized you. I will never forgive myself."
Judging by the grimace on her face, it hurt to swing her legs over the side of the bed. Once situated, she reached for him. Reluctantly, he stepped forward and was surprised when she captured him in between her bruised thighs. The sight saddened him even as her slender arms went around his waist. Peering up at him with those huge dark eyes, she radiated compassion and understanding.
"Spock, this isn't your fault," she said firmly. "I consented to everything that happened between us. I'd do it again and again."
"Your consent does not change..."
"Spock!" she raised her voice. "I'm not a child. I wanted you. I needed you. The entire 5.17 hours I shared my body and my soul with you was my choice."
He eased away to sit on the bed. Almost fearful of hurting her again, he cautiously slipped his arm around her narrow waist. Sighing with contentment, she laid her head lightly on his shoulder.
"Nyota, please be honest. How are do you feel physically?"
She chuckled softly. “Overall, I’m fine…except….”
“Except what?”
“My little coochie still hurts.” She tried to sound serious, but he detected laughter in her voice. "Maybe that's why Dr. Puri insists I need to stay here longer."
“I am unfamiliar with this word, coochie.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re brilliant. You’ll figure it out one day. Until then, please tell me how you spent your day."
“After the seminar, I attended several meetings. Prior to this visit, I was finally able to meditate. I have not done so for days and I felt somewhat unsettled."
"Right. I imagine I've broken your routine."
"On occasion one needs a change of routine," he said. "Speaking of routines your classmates miss your presence, especially Cadet Belesk. I believe he has passionate feelings for you.”
“I have passionate feelings for him, too. I’d really like to kick his ass.” She snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his shoulder, seeking comfort in the warmth he provided.
Although kick his ass was a phrase she frequently used when discussing Belesk, the fire that normally accompanied said words was nonexistent.
“What is wrong? Has something happened?”
She released a long sigh; her breath was pleasantly warm on his neck.
“I still can't really remember what happened with... Gathright."
“Perhaps it is for the best.”
Shifting, she sought another position and when it was clear she could not find satisfaction, Spock quietly drew her into his lap.
"Gathright coming here and trying to hurt you seems like a dream. I don't like not being able to remember clearly."
He gave her a little squeeze. "I believe you are describing a nightmare, not a dream."
"What if he gets away with this again?" Nyota asked, her voice was laced with fear.
"He will not. I give you my word. You will never see him again in this lifetime."
Nyota raised her head to stare up at him. "Are you sure?"
"I am 100% certain," he said, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "I would never lie to the woman who beamed herself into the computer lab and saved my life. Thank you."
Instead of feeling reassured, she visibly shook. "I can't believe it actually happened. I don’t know how it happened."
Determined to drive out the chill that was encompassing her soul, Spock hugged her small frame tighter. "I am sorry I failed you. He..."
"You didn't fail me. There's only so much one person can do," she insisted, repositioning herself again. “I hope that jackass gets butchered in prison because if I ever see him again, I'll kill him myself.”
Spock had no reason to doubt her. Nyota Uhura was a fighter.
“Forget that bastard. I need to discuss something more important.” She spoke in a mock authoritarian tone although Spock could feel a smile on his shoulder, through his uniform.
“Dr. Puri said no human/Vulcan sex-fest for at least four months and even then it was inadvisable until I increased my stamina. I also need to drink electrolyte replenishing beverages and limit alcohol intake.”
“You will have more than three years to accomplish this goal.”
Nyota slipped out of his lap and onto the bed again. Sitting with her legs hanging off the bed, she asked, “Do you think we can hold out that long? After everything we did?”
“As evidenced by your current condition," he answered, "we have already done too much. Furthermore, although she is insatiable, I believe your coochie will appreciate the rest.”
Laughter sprang from Nyota's belly. “Ah, so you're not so innocent, are you? You’re such a proficient liar, Mr. Vulcan.”
“I am not. As you said, I am brilliant. Although the word coochie could not have possibly been derived from the word vagina, I learned many years ago that humans preferred to give their sexual organs… nicknames. My deduction was logical.”
She looked him square in the eye and laughed again.
Impulsively, he brushed his lips across hers. “You once mentioned something called outercourse.”
“We tried that in detox and during my first stay in this lovely suite. My breasts still haven’t recovered from that kinky Vulcan tit thing and that was weeks ago. My poor little coochie might be worn out for years.”
Spock retreated from their shared embrace and slid off the bed. “I believe the correct classification for our adventure in detox and the tit thing is foreplay. As they are precursors to intercourse, indulging in such acts is inadvisable.”
Playfully, she threw up her hands in surrender. “Oh well. It was worth a try.”
Spock adopted a stern expression. He needed to discuss something of importance with her. It needed to be settled now while they still had privacy. “Nyota, I require you to do something for you and for me.”
“Anything,” she smiled mischievously, “especially if it involves inner or outer course.”
Taking her small hands into his larger ones, he said, “It would be advisable to consider obtaining a second doctoral degree in acoustical engineering.”
The naughty smile vanished. “A second doctorate?”
“It is imperative,” he said, “given what has transpired between us. I believe you must take this step. I am uncertain we can maintain the level of discretion required to prevent our emotional relationship from compromising your professional one. Others, like your roommate, will most likely discover our secret."
"You're probably right."
"Commander Molinero would be honored to have you as a student," he reminded her. "You have already successfully completed concurrent degrees and you are capable of doing so again. If we are caught, it would be logical for others to question my ability to evaluate you objectively.”
“Can you?”
Her tone suggested that she needed reassurance in this area, as well.
“Before we had sexual intercourse, I would have answered in the affirmative. Now… I am uncertain. Your current status far exceeds that of a teacher’s pet.”
“Will doing this increase my chances of serving on the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, knowing that serving onboard that ship was her primary obsession. “It will be even if Captain Pike changes his mind and chooses another as First Officer. The extra two years in acoustical engineering will also guarantee that you will be here on Earth when the vessel is launched.”
Sliding gingerly off the bed, Nyota nudged him back onto it and this time she eased between his thighs. Gazing up at him, she stroked the tips of his ears, sending torrents of heat pulsing throughout his body.
“So you’re inferring that what we did wasn’t just sex or an UST-remover?”
Spock nodded gravely. “If you had not fallen unconscious, I believe I would still be inside you…now.”
A wealth of emotions crossed her face. Spock had difficulty defining any of them.
Nyota swallowed hard. “In other words, you’re as obsessed with me as I am with you?”
“Either that or we have fallen inexplicably in love,” Spock said straightforward. This was not the time to mince words.
Seemingly startled by his choice of words, her soulful dark eyes briefly widened and then narrowed. “You could feel that...love, I mean?"
Spock retrieved her hands from his ears and gently kissed the palms. “Human, Vulcan or an abomination, I have feelings. I only suppress them out of necessity."
"Love would complicate everything,” she said sadly, looking away from him in shame. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this. I’m sorry.”
Spock lifted her chin with his fingers and prompted her to look at him. “You are only twenty-years-old. You are not limited to this moment, this experience or this choice. Even I am… uncertain.”
“Then what are we going to do?” she asked through trembling lips.
“At present, I do not know how we should proceed from here,” he admitted, awash in the same emotional turmoil.
“Whatever we do,” Nyota said quietly, “we must be careful not to hurt each other because love and hate are the same emotion and that frightens me.”
“I concur.”
A few minutes of awkward silence had passed. Nyota stepped to the side and half-turned away from him. Spock joined her on the floor and was making ready to leave when she captured him in her embrace and hugged him tightly.
“Please don’t beam that desk back into your office. If you do, you’ll be forced to spank me for violating our celibacy clause.”
Thankful that she was trying to change the atmosphere, Spock folded Nyota in his embrace and held her as tight as he dared. There was nothing he wanted more in the universe than to protect her from all harm.
Why do I feel as if I would die if someone stole her away from me? Is this the definition of love?
Finis
Technically, this is the end of this leg of the journey. Thank you all so much for taking time out of your busy days and nights to read Nyota and Spock's story.
This story would not have been possible without my dear friends, Maddie and mark_fan , who gave as much to this story as she gives to her own. She has consistently shown me again and again what a true friend is - xiasangli
Three days later
When Spock entered Nyota's room, she was resting comfortably in the bio-bed. He noted with satisfaction that her vital signs were nearly normal. As he approached, her eyes fluttered open. Smiling, she gazed lovingly up at him.
“It did not occur to me before, but I believe these are the same accommodations you utilized during your last visit,” he said, by way of initiating conversation.
As she struggled to sit, Spock quickened his pace to assist her. Curiously, Nyota’s hair, which now hung in a single heavy ponytail across her left shoulder, had become curlier with each passing day. Memories of how the tresses felt in his hands during their lovemaking flooded his senses.
"Thank you," she said in a gentle voice. "This is a very nice room. It feels like an executive suite."
"How do you feel at this moment?"
"I'd feel better if you held me."
Spock cast a cursory glance at the exposed parts of her skin. The angry bruises on her arms were consistent with his handprints. Every single mark loudly proclaimed his guilt.
"I hurt... you," he barely managed to say.
"Am I not worth this small breach in protocol?" she queried in a small voice, ignoring his words.
He lowered his eyes in shame. "Had it not been for me, you would not be here. I brutalized you. I will never forgive myself."
Judging by the grimace on her face, it hurt to swing her legs over the side of the bed. Once situated, she reached for him. Reluctantly, he stepped forward and was surprised when she captured him in between her bruised thighs. The sight saddened him even as her slender arms went around his waist. Peering up at him with those huge dark eyes, she radiated compassion and understanding.
"Spock, this isn't your fault," she said firmly. "I consented to everything that happened between us. I'd do it again and again."
"Your consent does not change..."
"Spock!" she raised her voice. "I'm not a child. I wanted you. I needed you. The entire 5.17 hours I shared my body and my soul with you was my choice."
He eased away to sit on the bed. Almost fearful of hurting her again, he cautiously slipped his arm around her narrow waist. Sighing with contentment, she laid her head lightly on his shoulder.
"Nyota, please be honest. How are do you feel physically?"
She chuckled softly. “Overall, I’m fine…except….”
“Except what?”
“My little coochie still hurts.” She tried to sound serious, but he detected laughter in her voice. "Maybe that's why Dr. Puri insists I need to stay here longer."
“I am unfamiliar with this word, coochie.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re brilliant. You’ll figure it out one day. Until then, please tell me how you spent your day."
“After the seminar, I attended several meetings. Prior to this visit, I was finally able to meditate. I have not done so for days and I felt somewhat unsettled."
"Right. I imagine I've broken your routine."
"On occasion one needs a change of routine," he said. "Speaking of routines your classmates miss your presence, especially Cadet Belesk. I believe he has passionate feelings for you.”
“I have passionate feelings for him, too. I’d really like to kick his ass.” She snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his shoulder, seeking comfort in the warmth he provided.
Although kick his ass was a phrase she frequently used when discussing Belesk, the fire that normally accompanied said words was nonexistent.
“What is wrong? Has something happened?”
She released a long sigh; her breath was pleasantly warm on his neck.
“I still can't really remember what happened with... Gathright."
“Perhaps it is for the best.”
Shifting, she sought another position and when it was clear she could not find satisfaction, Spock quietly drew her into his lap.
"Gathright coming here and trying to hurt you seems like a dream. I don't like not being able to remember clearly."
He gave her a little squeeze. "I believe you are describing a nightmare, not a dream."
"What if he gets away with this again?" Nyota asked, her voice was laced with fear.
"He will not. I give you my word. You will never see him again in this lifetime."
Nyota raised her head to stare up at him. "Are you sure?"
"I am 100% certain," he said, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "I would never lie to the woman who beamed herself into the computer lab and saved my life. Thank you."
Instead of feeling reassured, she visibly shook. "I can't believe it actually happened. I don’t know how it happened."
Determined to drive out the chill that was encompassing her soul, Spock hugged her small frame tighter. "I am sorry I failed you. He..."
"You didn't fail me. There's only so much one person can do," she insisted, repositioning herself again. “I hope that jackass gets butchered in prison because if I ever see him again, I'll kill him myself.”
Spock had no reason to doubt her. Nyota Uhura was a fighter.
“Forget that bastard. I need to discuss something more important.” She spoke in a mock authoritarian tone although Spock could feel a smile on his shoulder, through his uniform.
“Dr. Puri said no human/Vulcan sex-fest for at least four months and even then it was inadvisable until I increased my stamina. I also need to drink electrolyte replenishing beverages and limit alcohol intake.”
“You will have more than three years to accomplish this goal.”
Nyota slipped out of his lap and onto the bed again. Sitting with her legs hanging off the bed, she asked, “Do you think we can hold out that long? After everything we did?”
“As evidenced by your current condition," he answered, "we have already done too much. Furthermore, although she is insatiable, I believe your coochie will appreciate the rest.”
Laughter sprang from Nyota's belly. “Ah, so you're not so innocent, are you? You’re such a proficient liar, Mr. Vulcan.”
“I am not. As you said, I am brilliant. Although the word coochie could not have possibly been derived from the word vagina, I learned many years ago that humans preferred to give their sexual organs… nicknames. My deduction was logical.”
She looked him square in the eye and laughed again.
Impulsively, he brushed his lips across hers. “You once mentioned something called outercourse.”
“We tried that in detox and during my first stay in this lovely suite. My breasts still haven’t recovered from that kinky Vulcan tit thing and that was weeks ago. My poor little coochie might be worn out for years.”
Spock retreated from their shared embrace and slid off the bed. “I believe the correct classification for our adventure in detox and the tit thing is foreplay. As they are precursors to intercourse, indulging in such acts is inadvisable.”
Playfully, she threw up her hands in surrender. “Oh well. It was worth a try.”
Spock adopted a stern expression. He needed to discuss something of importance with her. It needed to be settled now while they still had privacy. “Nyota, I require you to do something for you and for me.”
“Anything,” she smiled mischievously, “especially if it involves inner or outer course.”
Taking her small hands into his larger ones, he said, “It would be advisable to consider obtaining a second doctoral degree in acoustical engineering.”
The naughty smile vanished. “A second doctorate?”
“It is imperative,” he said, “given what has transpired between us. I believe you must take this step. I am uncertain we can maintain the level of discretion required to prevent our emotional relationship from compromising your professional one. Others, like your roommate, will most likely discover our secret."
"You're probably right."
"Commander Molinero would be honored to have you as a student," he reminded her. "You have already successfully completed concurrent degrees and you are capable of doing so again. If we are caught, it would be logical for others to question my ability to evaluate you objectively.”
“Can you?”
Her tone suggested that she needed reassurance in this area, as well.
“Before we had sexual intercourse, I would have answered in the affirmative. Now… I am uncertain. Your current status far exceeds that of a teacher’s pet.”
“Will doing this increase my chances of serving on the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, knowing that serving onboard that ship was her primary obsession. “It will be even if Captain Pike changes his mind and chooses another as First Officer. The extra two years in acoustical engineering will also guarantee that you will be here on Earth when the vessel is launched.”
Sliding gingerly off the bed, Nyota nudged him back onto it and this time she eased between his thighs. Gazing up at him, she stroked the tips of his ears, sending torrents of heat pulsing throughout his body.
“So you’re inferring that what we did wasn’t just sex or an UST-remover?”
Spock nodded gravely. “If you had not fallen unconscious, I believe I would still be inside you…now.”
A wealth of emotions crossed her face. Spock had difficulty defining any of them.
Nyota swallowed hard. “In other words, you’re as obsessed with me as I am with you?”
“Either that or we have fallen inexplicably in love,” Spock said straightforward. This was not the time to mince words.
Seemingly startled by his choice of words, her soulful dark eyes briefly widened and then narrowed. “You could feel that...love, I mean?"
Spock retrieved her hands from his ears and gently kissed the palms. “Human, Vulcan or an abomination, I have feelings. I only suppress them out of necessity."
"Love would complicate everything,” she said sadly, looking away from him in shame. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this. I’m sorry.”
Spock lifted her chin with his fingers and prompted her to look at him. “You are only twenty-years-old. You are not limited to this moment, this experience or this choice. Even I am… uncertain.”
“Then what are we going to do?” she asked through trembling lips.
“At present, I do not know how we should proceed from here,” he admitted, awash in the same emotional turmoil.
“Whatever we do,” Nyota said quietly, “we must be careful not to hurt each other because love and hate are the same emotion and that frightens me.”
“I concur.”
A few minutes of awkward silence had passed. Nyota stepped to the side and half-turned away from him. Spock joined her on the floor and was making ready to leave when she captured him in her embrace and hugged him tightly.
“Please don’t beam that desk back into your office. If you do, you’ll be forced to spank me for violating our celibacy clause.”
Thankful that she was trying to change the atmosphere, Spock folded Nyota in his embrace and held her as tight as he dared. There was nothing he wanted more in the universe than to protect her from all harm.
Why do I feel as if I would die if someone stole her away from me? Is this the definition of love?
Finis
Technically, this is the end of this leg of the journey. Thank you all so much for taking time out of your busy days and nights to read Nyota and Spock's story.
This story would not have been possible without my dear friends, Maddie and mark_fan , who gave as much to this story as she gives to her own. She has consistently shown me again and again what a true friend is - xiasangli