A Pragmatic Theory of Truth - 2/25
Title: A Pragmatic Theory of Truth
Chapter: 2 of 25 ( Chapter 1)
Word count: 6262 (~ 55,000 in total)
Authors: petbubble and leandralocke
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Summary: One and a half years before the destruction of Vulcan, Spock meets an extraordinary young cadet during a lecture at Starfleet Academy. Their initial encounter is brief but intense, and affects both of them in ways they could never have imagined.
Authors' notes Thanks to blueeyed_secret for beta-reading.
This is our first multi-chapter Spock/Uhura fic, but it has been completed for a while. We are currently already working on follow-ups, so there's no need to worry that this might never be completed. We're just editing it chapter by chapter and having it beta-read now and should post a new chapter every few days.
The story is also online at Fanfiction.net
As Commander Spock entered the code to his rooms, Nyota fidgeted slightly behind him, straightening her jacket and flicking her long, dark hair back over her shoulder. Dinner had been - different, in a really good way. The Commander had been very attentive; making sure she felt comfortable, and hadn’t made her feel like just another suck-up cadet looking for extra credits.
They’d talked about Xenolinguistics and how it worked in practice, and she had found herself picking at her food because she was enjoying the conversation too much. So when he had asked if he could show her some of his phonology experiments she had been flattered, and slightly excited.
Now, standing behind him as the door opened, she suddenly remembered an old Earth saying about men luring young women back to their homes to “show them their etchings”, when in fact they just wanted sex.
She licked her bottom lip slightly as she considered the thought. The Commander was a handsome man, in fact her roommate Gaila had described him as a “foxy piece of ass”, which almost made her giggle when she remembered the choice of words, and although he wasn’t that much older than her, he had a maturity that set him apart from most of the men that Nyota knew.
'Dammit Nyota, he’s a serving officer and a Vulcan. Last thing he’s interested in is sleeping with a third year cadet' she thought to herself as she followed him inside. So why was she still fussing with her hair and trying to check her reflection in the mirror by the door?
"You will see that there is evidence for the accuracy of your assumption," he said with that factual tone of his as he walked over to his desk. The room was, though spacious and neat, rather spartan with only standard furniture and no visible personal items, decoration or anything that indicated the quarters weren't vacant. Only the desk and the nearby shelf were covered with technical equipment and a couple of electronic clipboards and PADDs, where he now brought up the computer screen.
"As you said, technical analysis of phonemes does not give any indication for the mood of the speaker. It is only the combination of singular phonemes, their volume, pitch and pace that provides rudimentary hints for the emotional meaning. I have recorded the same sentence, spoken by the same person, each time articulated in a different mood. This is only one fragment of the whole experiment, since my findings have to apply to alien languages as well." He entered the command, and the audio of a male voice could be heard.
Today, the sun is shining.
It was a monotonous tone without any audible emotion.
Nyota moved closer to the desk, and stood beside him. She watched as his long, slender fingers typed new commands for the computer simulation. This time the phrase was broadcast with a brighter, faster inflection, and was clearly meant to represent amusement. One after another the same sentence was produced by the computer - a different inflection each time; excited, sad and angry.
At this point, he pressed pause on the simulation and turned to look at her. “What do you hear, cadet Uhura?” he asked her, his head tilted slightly as he waited for her to answer. His face showed no obvious emotion, but for a brief moment she thought that she saw his eyebrow twitch as she answered him.
“There seems to be a pattern forming between the positive and negative emotional inflections. I can hear…” she paused to consider what she had heard. Unfortunately she realized that she’d been distracted, too busy watching his hands and thinking about what it might be like to touch them, instead of paying proper attention.
Biting her lip she wondered how offended he would be if she asked for them to be repeated. She saw him glance at her mouth and blushed slightly. “Would it be possible to listen to them again Commander?” she stammered.
This time, she was sure to see his left eyebrow twitching upwards for a tiny moment before he nodded and played the examples again. Then he paused at the same point they had reached earlier. "I find it difficult to make out any differences between the ‘sad’ and the following sample, except for an increase in pitch of around ten hertz. Maybe you will be able to distinguish the two and also guess the emotion of the second sample."
Nyota tilted her head and closed her eyes, finding it much easier to hear the intonations with less external stimuli interfering with her concentration. ‘Stimuli such as those brown eyes’ she briefly thought before slamming the door on that part of her sub-conscious.
As the sad example ended and the new one began to play she listened carefully. At first listen they sounded almost identical, but Nyota could detect a slight difference in the timbre. Almost like… Her eyes snapped open and she was momentarily startled when she realized that he had moved position slightly and was now a little closer to her
“The first is obviously sadness as you stated, Commander. The second, although sounding similar to an untrained ear, is affection…tenderness, sir. There is a slight difference in the intonation of certain syllables that distinguishes it from sadness.”
She found herself blushing again as she spoke, the inflection in the last example having stirred something inside her. She looked at the alien features in front of her, and without realizing what she was doing began to play with a piece of her hair, curling it around her index finger.
"Is there?" he asked, again with that tiny movement of his brow. "The program has not detected any noticeable differences in frequency, even after I have adjusted its sensitivity to a higher level than that of human hearing. Yet several colleagues I have consulted confirmed that they recognized the two different emotions." He paused briefly and his eyes locked with hers. "One of them has even stated me not hearing the difference must conclude that I am thinking like a machine."
As he stared into her eyes, Nyota felt her thoughts start to drift. “No, you’re not a machine. Perhaps you’ve just not heard it enough from the right person.” she heard herself speak without realizing. Gasping, she put a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock.
Heart racing she tried to speak, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. “I mean…Sir. Damn, I’m sure you hear it from someone..a person…” As she stammered, she saw that they were standing only inches apart, and his eyes hadn’t left her face for a second.
"At ease cadet, I was merely quoting what I believe was a joke," he said, and even if he may not notice these fine differences in tone, his voice sounded gentle and reassuring all of the sudden. And... something else.
"And you are right. I am no machine." Definitely something else.
The linguist in her identified it immediately. The slight, low growl that she heard as he spoke was...
’...Arousal? He’s attracted to me? Oh God. Commander Spock is attracted to me? Does he...has he seen me...is this Vulcan flirting?’ As her thoughts exploded in her head, she blinked, licking her lips, searching his face for any tell tale confirmation of her conclusions. Her hand twitched slightly, as if her fingers had a mind of their own and wanted to stroke his, and his gaze immediately wandered to them. His head tilted ever so slightly, he looked back up to her face, his eyes studying every of her features, her forehead, nose, cheeks, lips. Then her eyes again, and she could see something shining in his that she had not yet observed.
He lifted his hand, and there was no haste in his movement, yet no reluctance either when he brought his fingers up to the side of her neck. His hand was warm although his fingertips barely touched her skin. His face still motionless except for that expression in his brown eyes as he slowly brushed a long strand of hair from her shoulder.
Barely breathing Nyota felt his warm, soft fingers trace her collarbone, the sensation sending ripples down her spine. She raised her own hand and pressed it against his torso, feeling his heart beat. The small part of her brain that was still thinking logically wondered briefly if the accelerated rate was because he was as excited as her, before she remembered her xenobiology class. ‘Vulcan internal anatomy differs radically from that of humans, and their heart beats several hundred times per minute’ she remembered the professor telling them. Briefly disappointed, she looked back at his face to see him still considering her. As she ran her hand over his chest towards his shoulders, his fingertips were still exploring her neck, just slowly wandering upwards to her face. Sighing, she watched him tilt his head as if he was trying to work out what she was thinking. Lips parted just the tiniest bit as he regarded her, his fingers brushed her cheek but then stopped abruptly before he let his hand rest on her shoulder again, thumb running in circles over the skin above her clavicles.
"Please tell me if I misinterpreted your signals or if you are consenting in -"
“Yes.” She interrupted him, feeling slightly embarrassed at the formality of the query. “I am…consenting?” As she said that she felt a small giggle rise in her throat, the situation feeling slightly surreal to her. Here she was, in an Officer’s quarters supposedly to look at his research, and they were now barely centimeters apart, touching each other. Gaila’s comment about his looks flashed through her mind again and she smiled, silently agreeing with her Orion roommate. Although there was an alien subtlety to his looks, she had found him attractive the moment he had stepped into the lecture theater earlier that day.
He was still looking at her with that strangely distant yet lustful expression. Then he nodded curtly and his gaze traveled to her mouth, almost seemed to caress her face. And finally he leaned in for their lips to meet. Same as his previous touches the contact was soft, even tender and somewhat careful, but at the same time determined and calm.
Then it suddenly all changed.
She heard a low rumble in his throat the moment he laid his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. His tongue sought entrance into her mouth, warm-wet, finding hers, tips touching softly.
Held against him, she moaned softly as they kissed. As his tongue teased hers ever so gently she found herself responding to him more on instinct than through rational thought. Lifting a hand to his face, she pressed her body against him, her mouth moving in synch with his. His lips felt unusually warm against hers, and as she moaned she felt him pause slightly before kissing her more forcefully. She ran her other hand down his chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath his thick shirt, before her fingers felt the leather of his belt.
Moving away from the kiss, she took his bottom lip between hers and sucked, keeping her eyes open to watch his face, a clear look of lust in his expression. She knew now that she wanted him. Even though she normally disliked one-night stands she had been so stimulated by his intelligence and looks that she would ignore her own reservations just to be with him.
She heard that low rumble deep in his throat again that sounded so different from any lustful moan she had heard, not quite inhumane, but still almost like the sound of an animal. Like a cat of prey. Their lips and tongues met for another kiss, intense yet brief, before he drew back from her. His eyes studied her face again, then traveled down her body, and even though there was something cool to his gaze, something analytic in the way he took in her form, his gaze felt caressing and admiring.
His hand slowly dropped from around her waist then and he stepped back to look her in the eyes again. "Follow me," he said unemotionally as he walked to the sliding door at the other side of the main area, leading the way to his bedroom.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she followed him through, watching him walk and admiring the shape of his body underneath his clothing. Definitely a fine piece of ass, she thought as she ran a thumb over her bottom lip, feeling it slightly swollen to her touch. The Commander’s bedroom was as sparsely furnished as the rest of the quarters; a PADD on the bedside cabinet the only evidence that someone used the room.
Normally unafraid in her sexual encounters, Nyota paused as she entered, wondering whether Vulcan men appreciated bold women. As she watched him stop and turn towards her, she saw his gaze travel down her body again and decided that she would just act as she normally would with any other partner. She closed the distance between them, silently reaching up to unfasten the buttons on his shirt, biting her bottom lip as her fingers fumbled on one.
His posture didn't betray any emotion. He stood there, calm and unmoving, letting it happen with no sign of haste. His eyes, however, were fixed on her mouth, and his nostrils were flaring subtly with his slightly deeper breaths. She could not tell in that moment whether he had been with a human woman before or not, observing each of her steps and actions with curiosity, whether it was strange and alien to him and completely different to what he was used to, or whether it was something he was familiar with.
As the shirt slid over his shoulders it revealed another layer of long-sleeved clothing, fine yet dense fabric in pale gray. He did not wait for her to start removing it and instead pulled it over his head with a swift yet deliberate movement. But instead of just letting it fall to the ground he put it on a chair beside the bed.
She stared at the chair as he carefully laid his clothing on it, slightly puzzled at his neatness, before turning her attention back to him. His chest was covered in dark hair, just the right amount of it, and she placed her hands on there briefly, feeling the warmth of his skin under her fingers.
Leaning forwards she kissed him again, feeling his hands slip under her top, sliding it up her body. She saw him nod briefly as his hands moved further up her body, and it suddenly dawned on her that he wanted her to lift her arms so that he could remove her top. She lifted her arms for him and watched as he laid her top over his on the chair.
As his hands and eyes dropped to her waistband, carefully unzipping her skirt in a considered way, Nyota felt her heart start to race and her face flush. This was actually happening. Commander Spock…THE Spock, was undressing her. In his room.
They were going to have sex. As these thoughts flashed through her mind, she barely heard him ask politely to step out of her skirt. As the request slowly registered, she looked down suddenly to see him kneeling at her feet, her skirt round her ankles, and one of his hands laid on her calf as though to encourage her to lift her leg. His touch was hot against her skin and she knew that she wanted to feel his hands on every inch of her body.
As soon as the skirt had joined the other clothes on the chair, as well as his over shirt that he picked up from the floor, he gently but determinedly made her sit down on the edge of the bed. A hand brushed her hair from her shoulders again, and his fingertips lingered on her clavicle for the tiniest of moments, before he knelt down in front of her again. His eyes never left hers as he helped her out of her boots with the same careful yet controlled movements as he had done anything else.
Then he got back up, walked over to the chair and slipped out of his own shoes before taking off his pants.
Both only in their underwear, she watched him tilt his head ever so slightly as he took her in, and this time she was sure it was not hesitation that stopped him from returning to her immediately. He really did study her, every curve of her body, the shade of her skin, everything that was revealed to his inquisitive eye.
“Command- “ She paused, unsure how to address him. “Spock. I… Come here, Spock” Slightly shocked at how bold she felt, she held her hand out to him, remembering the covetous look he had given her fingers earlier. As he moved closer to her, that almost curious expression on his face, their fingers briefly touched.
Nyota suddenly felt…something…explode behind her eyes, but the sensation disappeared just as quickly when he moved his hand away from hers and rested it on her thigh. As he knelt in front of her, she leaned forwards and slowly covered his face in light kisses before moving to his mouth.
As his lips opened for her tongue, she wrapped a hand in his hair, pulling him closer towards her, her knees parting as he moved between them.
Together, they slid further onto the mattress, the kiss never breaking, although it did not deepen much. His tongue never entered her mouth further than to brush the tip of hers or run across her lower lip as he sucked gently on it. The kiss was... polite, almost distant, yet the feel of it intense. Not like many of the sloppy, uncontrolled and sometimes rather forceful kisses she had received from guys when they had been aroused.
Before the question could even have come up in her mind, it was answered as he slid further between her legs, propped on one arm above her, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh through the fabric of his briefs.
Wriggling slightly underneath him, she lifted her leg slightly to rub her thigh against him, hearing that growl from his throat again as she felt him harden more. Even though he appeared distant in his approach to her, he was obviously aroused and she smiled slightly as they kissed. Unusually enough his remoteness turned her on even more and she wanted to tease him…wanted to make him want her.
She lifted herself up slightly, and slipped a hand under her back to unhook her bra, shrugging the straps off her shoulders before dropping it on the floor beside the bed. She noticed his eyes had followed her hand as she dropped it, even as he continued to kiss her. Naked except for her panties, she lifted her hips, rotating them as she pressed herself against him…needing him to feel how wet she was becoming.
She heard his somewhat less controlled intake of breath, almost sharp, as he must have felt the warm dampness of her panties rubbing against him. But instead of moving on further, giving in to the desire she was sure, or hoped, he must be feeling, he took another step back again. Lifting himself up above her, the kiss broken, he looked down into her eyes, again with that exploring gaze. Like regarding an especially fascinating puzzle. His free hand reached for her naked chest, gently cupping one breast, then letting his fingertips wander lower, dancing over her shivering skin, her belly, hip, down her thigh; and as his glance followed the movement of his hand he slid further down to the foot of the bed, kneeling between her feet.
He looked back up at her then before he pulled down her panties, leaving her completely naked in front of him. And with the same curiosity he looked at the most intimate part of her body.
It could have only been acting on an impulse when he licked his lips then.
She knew exactly what he was thinking then, and couldn’t stop the groan that left her throat as she lifted herself up slightly on her elbows and looked down at him. Watching him as he regarded her, she cleared her throat softly, smiling as his eyes flickered up to meet her gaze.
“Spock…oh god…please?” Begging, she shivered although her skin was covered in a slight sheen of sweat, the temperature in his quarters adding to the heat she already felt. She bent her knees, pulling her feet towards her, as her legs parted in front of him.
He had moved closer towards her, his hands slipping under her ass and she suddenly felt his fingers grip her buttocks as he pulled her down the bed towards him. Gasping, she tipped her head back as she felt his warm breath against her, hearing his breath catch slightly as his fingers tightened on her cheeks.
Then his lips parted, his gaze was lowered, eyes almost completely closed and she heard him breathing in, relishing the scent of her. One of his hands came back to her front again, roamed over her hip and thigh in gentle caresses until he pushed her legs open some more with his palm. And finally, finally he lowered his head, lips millimeters apart from her skin as his gaze locked with hers again - the second she saw his tongue darting out.
“Yesssssss” She hissed between gritted teeth as she felt his tongue press against her. Without thinking she pushed herself against him, her hands gripping the sheets beside her as she felt ripples of pleasure up her spine. Her eyes closed, she felt his tongue explore between her legs, his lips softly tickling her and heightening the sensations she felt. Lifting one leg, she hooked her ankle over his shoulder and pulled him closer to her.
He let out a low growl as he deepened the contact of his mouth, lips closing around the small bud of nerves, sucking lightly as one of his hands held her hips in place. The tip of his tongue ran in firm circles over her most sensitive flesh, ran further down between the soft folds. His brow was furrowed ever so slightly in concentration, and his hand had begun drawing soothing patterns over her hipbone. Absent-mindedly... or deliberately, she did not know.
Whatever the reason, the rhythmic stroking of his hand, along with the movement of his tongue made her start to lose the ability to think coherently. All she could focus on was the pleasure that his mouth was providing, and she began to move, gently thrusting against him.
Small whimpers escaped her lips as she arched her back, feeling him suckle and tease her. Suddenly she felt a pressure build in the base of her spine, and couldn’t help herself from crying out as she felt it spread throughout her body, which tensed momentarily against his mouth.
He didn't stop his ministrations for a few more moments, as if to increase the pleasure she was already feeling as much as possible, but as the rocking waves that had captured her body slowly ebbed away, she felt him straighten himself at her feet, sitting up and shifting slightly. When she was able to open her eyes she saw him slipping out of his briefs, and this time he did not bother putting them somewhere neatly as they disappeared between the already slightly crumpled sheets.
He regarded her again, that calm yet exploring expression on his features as he knelt by the end of the bed, his upper body straight, arms by his side.
Sitting up slightly trying to catch her breath, she let her eyes roam over his body. He knelt there, a thin sheen of moisture on his forehead. His lips were slick with what she knew to be her wetness and the realization caused her stomach to skip.
Her eyes moved down his body over his chest and stomach, and then further down. As she properly noticed his erection, she licked her lips involuntarily. It sat there, nestled between his legs, a clear indication that he found her attractive and wanted her, possibly as much as she wanted him.
As she looked at the hardness she wondered whether all Vulcan men were similarly well endowed or whether Spock was just a perfect example, and felt her need for him grow.
Yet he did not move or make any attempts to get closer to her again. One of his eyebrows twitched ever so slightly. "Before we proceed I must ask are you using contraceptives?"
“I’m not an idiot. Of course I am.”
The words came out of her mouth before she realized she had spoken. Even though she wasn’t as sexually active as her Orion roommate, Nyota was sensible enough to understand the need to be as protected as possible, more to avoid awkward moments when she did get intimate with men. However it wasn’t often that she was asked so…formally.
He showed no sign of being upset or annoyed by her words. Just his eyebrow quirked again, almost giving her the impression of slight amusement. "No, you are not," he stated simply and then crawled back up to her, to lie by her side, upper body above her, capturing her lips as one hand slowly slid between her legs. When he deepened the kiss she felt his hand traveling further up, right to her center, and then with a carefully precise movement one of his long fingers slide into her.
Sighing under his lips, she began to push against his hand. A very small part of her brain was amazed how familiar he appeared to be with human female erogenous zones as his lips moved down her neck, his tongue lightly touching her skin. Did he do this with a lot of women, and she was just one in a long line? Pushing the thought away she dug her nails into his shoulder as she felt a second finger slip inside her wetness. An involuntary growl came from her throat as her hips moved harder, urging him on.
But instead he withdrew his fingers only a short moment later, and when she looked into his face she could clearly see why. His composure seemed to have faded somewhat, his brow was slightly furrowed, lips parted before a deeper breath, almost a sigh left them. She felt the weight of his body shift above her, both his knees sliding between her legs, positioning himself. And then, with a slow yet strong movement, he pushed into her.
As he did, she watched his face, wondering to herself how his expression, still mostly calm and still, could make her more aroused. Most guys she slept with were at this moment sweaty and grimacing, and on more than one occasion she had had to bite her lip to stop laughing at them.
Her thoughts suddenly scattered as she felt his hips twist slightly, moving inside her in a way that made her body respond by itself. She lifted one leg, wrapping it round him, pushing against him as he was buried deep inside her body. She lifted her head slightly and took his bottom lip into her mouth, moaning as she bit it.
He pulled out of her then, almost completely, only to push back in with yet another torturingly slow thrust. A low moan escaped his lips, caught by hers, and he paused his movements for a moment, making her shiver. Just when she thought she’d explode with anticipation, he started thrusting into her with a fast and steady rhythm. One hand slid down her side, down to her leg to lift it up even higher, hold it in place to enter her deeper still. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her thigh, and suddenly he didn't seem that careful and controlled after all.
She knew then that despite the facade of control that he had maintained all evening, he had wanted her...wanted to be in her. Not caring or needing him to be slow or considerate anymore she lifted her ass off the sheets slightly thrusting against him. The feel of him inside her caused her skin to tingle, and she felt her nipples harden even more as she pressed against his chest. She could almost feel every hair against her breasts as she moved under him, watching him closely.
His eyes were fixed on hers as well, although he seemed to slowly lose focus as his thrusts became faster. He leaned in then to kiss her lips again, and this time it wasn't as deliberate and determined anymore, sighed breaths breaking the contact every now and then. He leaned his forehead against hers for a short moment, obviously catching his breath, before he reached beneath her body, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her up with him to a kneeling position that allowed him to let his lips wander over her neck, collarbone and down to her breasts, taking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth while one hand was firmly grasping her hip to keep pushing her down against him.
Shifting slightly she pulled herself off him, feeling him withdraw. She felt more than heard him growl, his lips vibrating against her nipple as his fingers tensed on her hip, almost painfully. His tongue pressed against her, as he licked and nibbled first on one nipple then the other. She stilled for a few seconds, feeling him trying to pull her back onto him and although she wanted to continue teasing him, she knew that she wanted to please him more. Moaning loudly she pushed down on him harder, turning her hips in circles as she dropped her head, her long hair falling over her shoulders and down his back as she felt his tongue move its way up to her collarbone. “Oh god…oh Spock…” she groaned as she started to lose control.
A few more movements, getting more erratic, less controlled, and he shifted their positions again, now lying on top of her again, one knee firmly pushed upwards to enter her even deeper than before, thrusting up against her hard. She could hear his hitched breathing, a deep growling sound in his throat every time his hips jerked forward. And yet he did not lose control completely, although she could guess he was holding himself back.
A familiar feeling started to build in the pit of her stomach, though somehow it seemed more intense because of the near silence in the room. Panting now, her skin slick with sweat she pushed harder against him one last time before she felt her muscles tighten around him.
Gripping his shoulders, her nails dug into the flesh as she held herself in that position, unable to move as her body trembled. She felt him continue to thrust as she closed her eyes, her body reacting by instinct now rather than by rational thought. A low moan started in her chest and grew louder as her climax peaked.
A few more moments and she felt him start trembling above her, low deep breaths leaving his lips with the last movements of his hips before she felt the evidence of his release spill into her. His body stilled completely, only propped up above her on his elbows with a strength that was remarkable in this situation. His eyes were closed, his breathing still heavy but slowing down gradually.
Lying underneath him she stared up at his face, feeling unsteady and shaken by the intensity of her orgasm. She took in all of his features, his long lashes, slightly swollen parted lips and those alien points to his ears. It had been a while since anyone had made her feel like this and she still wasn’t sure whether it was because he had intended it this way, or whether they just…matched.
Closing her eyes Nyota remembered that he was leaving for the Enterprise tomorrow afternoon and wondered why she felt regret. It was just a one night stand. Both of them knew that, and she certainly wasn’t looking for anything more from anyone, not with her studies so important to her. As she tried to gain control over her breathing she felt him move again, slowly withdrawing from her. She tilted her head and turned, sitting up on one elbow to look at him, her hand stroking his chest as she said his name quietly.
His eyes followed the movement of her hand, and as they looked back up at Nyota's face there was something almost gentle in his otherwise unreadable expression. He shifted and completely rolled off her body, standing up from the bed a second later.
"Thank you... Miss Uhura. I believe this joining has been pleasurable to both of us," he said matter-of factly although she had noticed his brief hesitation when deciding how to address her. She hadn't even told him her first name.
"If you wish to take a shower you are welcome to use my facilities;" he said, waiting for her reply.
Although aware of the stickiness between her legs, and the thought that the idea of a shower was a good one Nyota suddenly felt that the moment had become a little awkward and wasn’t sure how she wanted to respond. The sex had been good…great if she was truly honest with herself, but now he had become all business-like again. Well, Vulcan really, she supposed. She considered her options briefly before sitting up on the bed.
“Thank you for the offer, but no. I really should be heading back to my dorm; I don’t want my roommate to start worrying and post me missing. …and yes, I enjoyed myself tonight, thanks.” As she talked she stood, moving quickly to the bathroom to clean herself up. Returning to the bedroom, she gathered her clothes from the chair where he had placed them earlier.
Scooping her bra up from the floor and turning her back on him, she dressed quickly. Looking over her shoulder she saw him observing her, that semi-curious expression on his face again. In his hands he held her boots and she walked over, smiling slightly to take them from him.
It was so damn hard to figure out what was going on in that Vulcan mind of his, but somehow the look he gave her as she slipped back into her boots seemed... confused. He tilted his head slightly as he stood in front of her, still fully naked and making no attempts to cover himself. She had seen it all. "Forgive me, your reasoning is logical, but you show a more... hurried behavior than I have encountered before and therefore expected. Have I unintentionally offended you?"
Nyota couldn’t help herself then, and burst into laughter. She imagined the women he’d slept with before and wondered how many of them he had to politely but firmly ask to leave afterward. “Command- …Spock, I’ve had a damn good time tonight, but that’s all it was. A good time. I think it was exactly what we both needed but I really need some sleep before class tomorrow and I’m sure you have loads to do before you need to leave.”
Realizing how harsh that sounded, she moved closer to him, smelling him; an unfamiliar musky scent. As she flared her nostrils, breathing him in she raised herself on the balls of her feet and kissed him softly. “You haven’t offended. This evening was amazing but I know when enough is enough, Spock.”
He nodded as he regarded her. "Then I am relieved," he said and his fingertips briefly brushed along her neck, upwards to her cheek, almost reaching her temple. But then he stopped himself again like he had done when they had first kissed. "I shall escort you home."
“No, I’ll be fine. Thanks for the offer though.”
“I believe courtesy demands that I see you safely to your dormitory,” he said as he watched her, taking a step closer to where his own clothes lay.
Nyota reached out and stopped him with a gentle touch of her hand on his arm. She was touched by both the offer and his initial insistence, even though she was aware that he would know the probability of something happening to her during the short walk was minimal. It was somehow quite old fashioned of him, yet an unusually attractive facet of his personality. However she'd always been pretty independent, and besides - what could she talk to a Vulcan about as he walked her back to her room after sex? As she looked up him, a smile on her features, she again felt a slight pang of regret that this was a one-off event. “It’s just across the lawn. And the grounds are the safest place I know, so there’s really no need.”
He regarded her for a moment but then nodded. “Very well.”
Satisfied that she hadn’t offended him she turned and left the bedroom, still feeling his fingertips on her face. Crossing the room, she picked up her jacket and shrugged it over her shoulders, pulling her hair clear of the collar.
As she was just about to open the door she heard him exiting the bedroom.
"Cadet Uhura?" he asked and looked at her with that strangely distant yet gentle expression on his features. Was he pondering what to say next or did he just make good use of the probably last opportunity he had to look at her? "It was a most insightful evening and I believe that you will be an exceptionally successful student. I shall say," he paused for just a brief moment, "good luck."
“Thank you, Commander,” she replied “Safe voyage on the Enterprise.” Nyota saw him nod in response and turned to leave his quarters.
Walking away from his building she couldn't explain why, but she turned to look up at the windows. The majority were darkened at this time of night, but a few were dimly lit - mostly on the first couple of floors, and one on the fourth. Spock's floor, she realized as she saw a figure standing there looking out, and she felt herself blush. Was he making sure she got home safely, or just watching her? Whatever the motive, she tried to bite back a broad smile and concentrate on tomorrow’s classes, but no matter how hard she tried, all she could see in her mind was his dark, considering stare.
Shaking her head she continued to smile as she entered the dorm building, rehearsing the story she would tell Gaila to hide where she had actually been.
~ TBC ~
Chapter 3
1. Before the question comes up, which I'm sure it will, let us comment on the concept of Spock and one night stands. The way he was depicted on TOS it didn't seem like he was in any way 'promiscuous', and we don't think he is here, either. However, his personal history is different than it was for Spock Prime. You will learn about it sooner or later.
So while him engaging in casual sex may seem surprising at first, let us just say without giving too much away that we thought it through and that, based on his previous experience, it isn't illogical for him. Even if Vulcan society seems pretty stuck up about these sorts of things, he has lived among humans for a while now and has found another approach to sexuality. It has certain benefits and, especially without any emotional attachments, there really isn't a logical reason not to enjoy the physically pleasing and stimulating aspects of sex.
How he came to that conclusion is another story, and shall be revealed another time ;-)
2. Contraception/safe sex: While at least I - and I guess petbubble also - find it absolutely mandatory to use condoms in ONS's in the 21st century, I think and hope STD's will not be an issue in the 23rd any longer. Seeing as how quickly medical research has progressed within the past few decades it can be assumed that HIV and also other, minor STD's will have died out or can be prevented with simple vaccination.
As for contraception, we know from DS9 that there are injections in the 24th century. Well, they even already exist now but aren't as reliable as they will be then. It can also be assumed that the side-effects will be minimized by then, so it would make sense for a young woman that is - even if not that often, not as often as Gaila at least - sexually active to use that.
Chapter: 2 of 25 ( Chapter 1)
Word count: 6262 (~ 55,000 in total)
Authors: petbubble and leandralocke
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Summary: One and a half years before the destruction of Vulcan, Spock meets an extraordinary young cadet during a lecture at Starfleet Academy. Their initial encounter is brief but intense, and affects both of them in ways they could never have imagined.
Authors' notes Thanks to blueeyed_secret for beta-reading.
This is our first multi-chapter Spock/Uhura fic, but it has been completed for a while. We are currently already working on follow-ups, so there's no need to worry that this might never be completed. We're just editing it chapter by chapter and having it beta-read now and should post a new chapter every few days.
The story is also online at Fanfiction.net
As Commander Spock entered the code to his rooms, Nyota fidgeted slightly behind him, straightening her jacket and flicking her long, dark hair back over her shoulder. Dinner had been - different, in a really good way. The Commander had been very attentive; making sure she felt comfortable, and hadn’t made her feel like just another suck-up cadet looking for extra credits.
They’d talked about Xenolinguistics and how it worked in practice, and she had found herself picking at her food because she was enjoying the conversation too much. So when he had asked if he could show her some of his phonology experiments she had been flattered, and slightly excited.
Now, standing behind him as the door opened, she suddenly remembered an old Earth saying about men luring young women back to their homes to “show them their etchings”, when in fact they just wanted sex.
She licked her bottom lip slightly as she considered the thought. The Commander was a handsome man, in fact her roommate Gaila had described him as a “foxy piece of ass”, which almost made her giggle when she remembered the choice of words, and although he wasn’t that much older than her, he had a maturity that set him apart from most of the men that Nyota knew.
'Dammit Nyota, he’s a serving officer and a Vulcan. Last thing he’s interested in is sleeping with a third year cadet' she thought to herself as she followed him inside. So why was she still fussing with her hair and trying to check her reflection in the mirror by the door?
"You will see that there is evidence for the accuracy of your assumption," he said with that factual tone of his as he walked over to his desk. The room was, though spacious and neat, rather spartan with only standard furniture and no visible personal items, decoration or anything that indicated the quarters weren't vacant. Only the desk and the nearby shelf were covered with technical equipment and a couple of electronic clipboards and PADDs, where he now brought up the computer screen.
"As you said, technical analysis of phonemes does not give any indication for the mood of the speaker. It is only the combination of singular phonemes, their volume, pitch and pace that provides rudimentary hints for the emotional meaning. I have recorded the same sentence, spoken by the same person, each time articulated in a different mood. This is only one fragment of the whole experiment, since my findings have to apply to alien languages as well." He entered the command, and the audio of a male voice could be heard.
Today, the sun is shining.
It was a monotonous tone without any audible emotion.
Nyota moved closer to the desk, and stood beside him. She watched as his long, slender fingers typed new commands for the computer simulation. This time the phrase was broadcast with a brighter, faster inflection, and was clearly meant to represent amusement. One after another the same sentence was produced by the computer - a different inflection each time; excited, sad and angry.
At this point, he pressed pause on the simulation and turned to look at her. “What do you hear, cadet Uhura?” he asked her, his head tilted slightly as he waited for her to answer. His face showed no obvious emotion, but for a brief moment she thought that she saw his eyebrow twitch as she answered him.
“There seems to be a pattern forming between the positive and negative emotional inflections. I can hear…” she paused to consider what she had heard. Unfortunately she realized that she’d been distracted, too busy watching his hands and thinking about what it might be like to touch them, instead of paying proper attention.
Biting her lip she wondered how offended he would be if she asked for them to be repeated. She saw him glance at her mouth and blushed slightly. “Would it be possible to listen to them again Commander?” she stammered.
This time, she was sure to see his left eyebrow twitching upwards for a tiny moment before he nodded and played the examples again. Then he paused at the same point they had reached earlier. "I find it difficult to make out any differences between the ‘sad’ and the following sample, except for an increase in pitch of around ten hertz. Maybe you will be able to distinguish the two and also guess the emotion of the second sample."
Nyota tilted her head and closed her eyes, finding it much easier to hear the intonations with less external stimuli interfering with her concentration. ‘Stimuli such as those brown eyes’ she briefly thought before slamming the door on that part of her sub-conscious.
As the sad example ended and the new one began to play she listened carefully. At first listen they sounded almost identical, but Nyota could detect a slight difference in the timbre. Almost like… Her eyes snapped open and she was momentarily startled when she realized that he had moved position slightly and was now a little closer to her
“The first is obviously sadness as you stated, Commander. The second, although sounding similar to an untrained ear, is affection…tenderness, sir. There is a slight difference in the intonation of certain syllables that distinguishes it from sadness.”
She found herself blushing again as she spoke, the inflection in the last example having stirred something inside her. She looked at the alien features in front of her, and without realizing what she was doing began to play with a piece of her hair, curling it around her index finger.
"Is there?" he asked, again with that tiny movement of his brow. "The program has not detected any noticeable differences in frequency, even after I have adjusted its sensitivity to a higher level than that of human hearing. Yet several colleagues I have consulted confirmed that they recognized the two different emotions." He paused briefly and his eyes locked with hers. "One of them has even stated me not hearing the difference must conclude that I am thinking like a machine."
As he stared into her eyes, Nyota felt her thoughts start to drift. “No, you’re not a machine. Perhaps you’ve just not heard it enough from the right person.” she heard herself speak without realizing. Gasping, she put a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock.
Heart racing she tried to speak, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. “I mean…Sir. Damn, I’m sure you hear it from someone..a person…” As she stammered, she saw that they were standing only inches apart, and his eyes hadn’t left her face for a second.
"At ease cadet, I was merely quoting what I believe was a joke," he said, and even if he may not notice these fine differences in tone, his voice sounded gentle and reassuring all of the sudden. And... something else.
"And you are right. I am no machine." Definitely something else.
The linguist in her identified it immediately. The slight, low growl that she heard as he spoke was...
’...Arousal? He’s attracted to me? Oh God. Commander Spock is attracted to me? Does he...has he seen me...is this Vulcan flirting?’ As her thoughts exploded in her head, she blinked, licking her lips, searching his face for any tell tale confirmation of her conclusions. Her hand twitched slightly, as if her fingers had a mind of their own and wanted to stroke his, and his gaze immediately wandered to them. His head tilted ever so slightly, he looked back up to her face, his eyes studying every of her features, her forehead, nose, cheeks, lips. Then her eyes again, and she could see something shining in his that she had not yet observed.
He lifted his hand, and there was no haste in his movement, yet no reluctance either when he brought his fingers up to the side of her neck. His hand was warm although his fingertips barely touched her skin. His face still motionless except for that expression in his brown eyes as he slowly brushed a long strand of hair from her shoulder.
Barely breathing Nyota felt his warm, soft fingers trace her collarbone, the sensation sending ripples down her spine. She raised her own hand and pressed it against his torso, feeling his heart beat. The small part of her brain that was still thinking logically wondered briefly if the accelerated rate was because he was as excited as her, before she remembered her xenobiology class. ‘Vulcan internal anatomy differs radically from that of humans, and their heart beats several hundred times per minute’ she remembered the professor telling them. Briefly disappointed, she looked back at his face to see him still considering her. As she ran her hand over his chest towards his shoulders, his fingertips were still exploring her neck, just slowly wandering upwards to her face. Sighing, she watched him tilt his head as if he was trying to work out what she was thinking. Lips parted just the tiniest bit as he regarded her, his fingers brushed her cheek but then stopped abruptly before he let his hand rest on her shoulder again, thumb running in circles over the skin above her clavicles.
"Please tell me if I misinterpreted your signals or if you are consenting in -"
“Yes.” She interrupted him, feeling slightly embarrassed at the formality of the query. “I am…consenting?” As she said that she felt a small giggle rise in her throat, the situation feeling slightly surreal to her. Here she was, in an Officer’s quarters supposedly to look at his research, and they were now barely centimeters apart, touching each other. Gaila’s comment about his looks flashed through her mind again and she smiled, silently agreeing with her Orion roommate. Although there was an alien subtlety to his looks, she had found him attractive the moment he had stepped into the lecture theater earlier that day.
He was still looking at her with that strangely distant yet lustful expression. Then he nodded curtly and his gaze traveled to her mouth, almost seemed to caress her face. And finally he leaned in for their lips to meet. Same as his previous touches the contact was soft, even tender and somewhat careful, but at the same time determined and calm.
Then it suddenly all changed.
She heard a low rumble in his throat the moment he laid his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. His tongue sought entrance into her mouth, warm-wet, finding hers, tips touching softly.
Held against him, she moaned softly as they kissed. As his tongue teased hers ever so gently she found herself responding to him more on instinct than through rational thought. Lifting a hand to his face, she pressed her body against him, her mouth moving in synch with his. His lips felt unusually warm against hers, and as she moaned she felt him pause slightly before kissing her more forcefully. She ran her other hand down his chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath his thick shirt, before her fingers felt the leather of his belt.
Moving away from the kiss, she took his bottom lip between hers and sucked, keeping her eyes open to watch his face, a clear look of lust in his expression. She knew now that she wanted him. Even though she normally disliked one-night stands she had been so stimulated by his intelligence and looks that she would ignore her own reservations just to be with him.
She heard that low rumble deep in his throat again that sounded so different from any lustful moan she had heard, not quite inhumane, but still almost like the sound of an animal. Like a cat of prey. Their lips and tongues met for another kiss, intense yet brief, before he drew back from her. His eyes studied her face again, then traveled down her body, and even though there was something cool to his gaze, something analytic in the way he took in her form, his gaze felt caressing and admiring.
His hand slowly dropped from around her waist then and he stepped back to look her in the eyes again. "Follow me," he said unemotionally as he walked to the sliding door at the other side of the main area, leading the way to his bedroom.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she followed him through, watching him walk and admiring the shape of his body underneath his clothing. Definitely a fine piece of ass, she thought as she ran a thumb over her bottom lip, feeling it slightly swollen to her touch. The Commander’s bedroom was as sparsely furnished as the rest of the quarters; a PADD on the bedside cabinet the only evidence that someone used the room.
Normally unafraid in her sexual encounters, Nyota paused as she entered, wondering whether Vulcan men appreciated bold women. As she watched him stop and turn towards her, she saw his gaze travel down her body again and decided that she would just act as she normally would with any other partner. She closed the distance between them, silently reaching up to unfasten the buttons on his shirt, biting her bottom lip as her fingers fumbled on one.
His posture didn't betray any emotion. He stood there, calm and unmoving, letting it happen with no sign of haste. His eyes, however, were fixed on her mouth, and his nostrils were flaring subtly with his slightly deeper breaths. She could not tell in that moment whether he had been with a human woman before or not, observing each of her steps and actions with curiosity, whether it was strange and alien to him and completely different to what he was used to, or whether it was something he was familiar with.
As the shirt slid over his shoulders it revealed another layer of long-sleeved clothing, fine yet dense fabric in pale gray. He did not wait for her to start removing it and instead pulled it over his head with a swift yet deliberate movement. But instead of just letting it fall to the ground he put it on a chair beside the bed.
She stared at the chair as he carefully laid his clothing on it, slightly puzzled at his neatness, before turning her attention back to him. His chest was covered in dark hair, just the right amount of it, and she placed her hands on there briefly, feeling the warmth of his skin under her fingers.
Leaning forwards she kissed him again, feeling his hands slip under her top, sliding it up her body. She saw him nod briefly as his hands moved further up her body, and it suddenly dawned on her that he wanted her to lift her arms so that he could remove her top. She lifted her arms for him and watched as he laid her top over his on the chair.
As his hands and eyes dropped to her waistband, carefully unzipping her skirt in a considered way, Nyota felt her heart start to race and her face flush. This was actually happening. Commander Spock…THE Spock, was undressing her. In his room.
They were going to have sex. As these thoughts flashed through her mind, she barely heard him ask politely to step out of her skirt. As the request slowly registered, she looked down suddenly to see him kneeling at her feet, her skirt round her ankles, and one of his hands laid on her calf as though to encourage her to lift her leg. His touch was hot against her skin and she knew that she wanted to feel his hands on every inch of her body.
As soon as the skirt had joined the other clothes on the chair, as well as his over shirt that he picked up from the floor, he gently but determinedly made her sit down on the edge of the bed. A hand brushed her hair from her shoulders again, and his fingertips lingered on her clavicle for the tiniest of moments, before he knelt down in front of her again. His eyes never left hers as he helped her out of her boots with the same careful yet controlled movements as he had done anything else.
Then he got back up, walked over to the chair and slipped out of his own shoes before taking off his pants.
Both only in their underwear, she watched him tilt his head ever so slightly as he took her in, and this time she was sure it was not hesitation that stopped him from returning to her immediately. He really did study her, every curve of her body, the shade of her skin, everything that was revealed to his inquisitive eye.
“Command- “ She paused, unsure how to address him. “Spock. I… Come here, Spock” Slightly shocked at how bold she felt, she held her hand out to him, remembering the covetous look he had given her fingers earlier. As he moved closer to her, that almost curious expression on his face, their fingers briefly touched.
Nyota suddenly felt…something…explode behind her eyes, but the sensation disappeared just as quickly when he moved his hand away from hers and rested it on her thigh. As he knelt in front of her, she leaned forwards and slowly covered his face in light kisses before moving to his mouth.
As his lips opened for her tongue, she wrapped a hand in his hair, pulling him closer towards her, her knees parting as he moved between them.
Together, they slid further onto the mattress, the kiss never breaking, although it did not deepen much. His tongue never entered her mouth further than to brush the tip of hers or run across her lower lip as he sucked gently on it. The kiss was... polite, almost distant, yet the feel of it intense. Not like many of the sloppy, uncontrolled and sometimes rather forceful kisses she had received from guys when they had been aroused.
Before the question could even have come up in her mind, it was answered as he slid further between her legs, propped on one arm above her, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh through the fabric of his briefs.
Wriggling slightly underneath him, she lifted her leg slightly to rub her thigh against him, hearing that growl from his throat again as she felt him harden more. Even though he appeared distant in his approach to her, he was obviously aroused and she smiled slightly as they kissed. Unusually enough his remoteness turned her on even more and she wanted to tease him…wanted to make him want her.
She lifted herself up slightly, and slipped a hand under her back to unhook her bra, shrugging the straps off her shoulders before dropping it on the floor beside the bed. She noticed his eyes had followed her hand as she dropped it, even as he continued to kiss her. Naked except for her panties, she lifted her hips, rotating them as she pressed herself against him…needing him to feel how wet she was becoming.
She heard his somewhat less controlled intake of breath, almost sharp, as he must have felt the warm dampness of her panties rubbing against him. But instead of moving on further, giving in to the desire she was sure, or hoped, he must be feeling, he took another step back again. Lifting himself up above her, the kiss broken, he looked down into her eyes, again with that exploring gaze. Like regarding an especially fascinating puzzle. His free hand reached for her naked chest, gently cupping one breast, then letting his fingertips wander lower, dancing over her shivering skin, her belly, hip, down her thigh; and as his glance followed the movement of his hand he slid further down to the foot of the bed, kneeling between her feet.
He looked back up at her then before he pulled down her panties, leaving her completely naked in front of him. And with the same curiosity he looked at the most intimate part of her body.
It could have only been acting on an impulse when he licked his lips then.
She knew exactly what he was thinking then, and couldn’t stop the groan that left her throat as she lifted herself up slightly on her elbows and looked down at him. Watching him as he regarded her, she cleared her throat softly, smiling as his eyes flickered up to meet her gaze.
“Spock…oh god…please?” Begging, she shivered although her skin was covered in a slight sheen of sweat, the temperature in his quarters adding to the heat she already felt. She bent her knees, pulling her feet towards her, as her legs parted in front of him.
He had moved closer towards her, his hands slipping under her ass and she suddenly felt his fingers grip her buttocks as he pulled her down the bed towards him. Gasping, she tipped her head back as she felt his warm breath against her, hearing his breath catch slightly as his fingers tightened on her cheeks.
Then his lips parted, his gaze was lowered, eyes almost completely closed and she heard him breathing in, relishing the scent of her. One of his hands came back to her front again, roamed over her hip and thigh in gentle caresses until he pushed her legs open some more with his palm. And finally, finally he lowered his head, lips millimeters apart from her skin as his gaze locked with hers again - the second she saw his tongue darting out.
“Yesssssss” She hissed between gritted teeth as she felt his tongue press against her. Without thinking she pushed herself against him, her hands gripping the sheets beside her as she felt ripples of pleasure up her spine. Her eyes closed, she felt his tongue explore between her legs, his lips softly tickling her and heightening the sensations she felt. Lifting one leg, she hooked her ankle over his shoulder and pulled him closer to her.
He let out a low growl as he deepened the contact of his mouth, lips closing around the small bud of nerves, sucking lightly as one of his hands held her hips in place. The tip of his tongue ran in firm circles over her most sensitive flesh, ran further down between the soft folds. His brow was furrowed ever so slightly in concentration, and his hand had begun drawing soothing patterns over her hipbone. Absent-mindedly... or deliberately, she did not know.
Whatever the reason, the rhythmic stroking of his hand, along with the movement of his tongue made her start to lose the ability to think coherently. All she could focus on was the pleasure that his mouth was providing, and she began to move, gently thrusting against him.
Small whimpers escaped her lips as she arched her back, feeling him suckle and tease her. Suddenly she felt a pressure build in the base of her spine, and couldn’t help herself from crying out as she felt it spread throughout her body, which tensed momentarily against his mouth.
He didn't stop his ministrations for a few more moments, as if to increase the pleasure she was already feeling as much as possible, but as the rocking waves that had captured her body slowly ebbed away, she felt him straighten himself at her feet, sitting up and shifting slightly. When she was able to open her eyes she saw him slipping out of his briefs, and this time he did not bother putting them somewhere neatly as they disappeared between the already slightly crumpled sheets.
He regarded her again, that calm yet exploring expression on his features as he knelt by the end of the bed, his upper body straight, arms by his side.
Sitting up slightly trying to catch her breath, she let her eyes roam over his body. He knelt there, a thin sheen of moisture on his forehead. His lips were slick with what she knew to be her wetness and the realization caused her stomach to skip.
Her eyes moved down his body over his chest and stomach, and then further down. As she properly noticed his erection, she licked her lips involuntarily. It sat there, nestled between his legs, a clear indication that he found her attractive and wanted her, possibly as much as she wanted him.
As she looked at the hardness she wondered whether all Vulcan men were similarly well endowed or whether Spock was just a perfect example, and felt her need for him grow.
Yet he did not move or make any attempts to get closer to her again. One of his eyebrows twitched ever so slightly. "Before we proceed I must ask are you using contraceptives?"
“I’m not an idiot. Of course I am.”
The words came out of her mouth before she realized she had spoken. Even though she wasn’t as sexually active as her Orion roommate, Nyota was sensible enough to understand the need to be as protected as possible, more to avoid awkward moments when she did get intimate with men. However it wasn’t often that she was asked so…formally.
He showed no sign of being upset or annoyed by her words. Just his eyebrow quirked again, almost giving her the impression of slight amusement. "No, you are not," he stated simply and then crawled back up to her, to lie by her side, upper body above her, capturing her lips as one hand slowly slid between her legs. When he deepened the kiss she felt his hand traveling further up, right to her center, and then with a carefully precise movement one of his long fingers slide into her.
Sighing under his lips, she began to push against his hand. A very small part of her brain was amazed how familiar he appeared to be with human female erogenous zones as his lips moved down her neck, his tongue lightly touching her skin. Did he do this with a lot of women, and she was just one in a long line? Pushing the thought away she dug her nails into his shoulder as she felt a second finger slip inside her wetness. An involuntary growl came from her throat as her hips moved harder, urging him on.
But instead he withdrew his fingers only a short moment later, and when she looked into his face she could clearly see why. His composure seemed to have faded somewhat, his brow was slightly furrowed, lips parted before a deeper breath, almost a sigh left them. She felt the weight of his body shift above her, both his knees sliding between her legs, positioning himself. And then, with a slow yet strong movement, he pushed into her.
As he did, she watched his face, wondering to herself how his expression, still mostly calm and still, could make her more aroused. Most guys she slept with were at this moment sweaty and grimacing, and on more than one occasion she had had to bite her lip to stop laughing at them.
Her thoughts suddenly scattered as she felt his hips twist slightly, moving inside her in a way that made her body respond by itself. She lifted one leg, wrapping it round him, pushing against him as he was buried deep inside her body. She lifted her head slightly and took his bottom lip into her mouth, moaning as she bit it.
He pulled out of her then, almost completely, only to push back in with yet another torturingly slow thrust. A low moan escaped his lips, caught by hers, and he paused his movements for a moment, making her shiver. Just when she thought she’d explode with anticipation, he started thrusting into her with a fast and steady rhythm. One hand slid down her side, down to her leg to lift it up even higher, hold it in place to enter her deeper still. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her thigh, and suddenly he didn't seem that careful and controlled after all.
She knew then that despite the facade of control that he had maintained all evening, he had wanted her...wanted to be in her. Not caring or needing him to be slow or considerate anymore she lifted her ass off the sheets slightly thrusting against him. The feel of him inside her caused her skin to tingle, and she felt her nipples harden even more as she pressed against his chest. She could almost feel every hair against her breasts as she moved under him, watching him closely.
His eyes were fixed on hers as well, although he seemed to slowly lose focus as his thrusts became faster. He leaned in then to kiss her lips again, and this time it wasn't as deliberate and determined anymore, sighed breaths breaking the contact every now and then. He leaned his forehead against hers for a short moment, obviously catching his breath, before he reached beneath her body, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her up with him to a kneeling position that allowed him to let his lips wander over her neck, collarbone and down to her breasts, taking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth while one hand was firmly grasping her hip to keep pushing her down against him.
Shifting slightly she pulled herself off him, feeling him withdraw. She felt more than heard him growl, his lips vibrating against her nipple as his fingers tensed on her hip, almost painfully. His tongue pressed against her, as he licked and nibbled first on one nipple then the other. She stilled for a few seconds, feeling him trying to pull her back onto him and although she wanted to continue teasing him, she knew that she wanted to please him more. Moaning loudly she pushed down on him harder, turning her hips in circles as she dropped her head, her long hair falling over her shoulders and down his back as she felt his tongue move its way up to her collarbone. “Oh god…oh Spock…” she groaned as she started to lose control.
A few more movements, getting more erratic, less controlled, and he shifted their positions again, now lying on top of her again, one knee firmly pushed upwards to enter her even deeper than before, thrusting up against her hard. She could hear his hitched breathing, a deep growling sound in his throat every time his hips jerked forward. And yet he did not lose control completely, although she could guess he was holding himself back.
A familiar feeling started to build in the pit of her stomach, though somehow it seemed more intense because of the near silence in the room. Panting now, her skin slick with sweat she pushed harder against him one last time before she felt her muscles tighten around him.
Gripping his shoulders, her nails dug into the flesh as she held herself in that position, unable to move as her body trembled. She felt him continue to thrust as she closed her eyes, her body reacting by instinct now rather than by rational thought. A low moan started in her chest and grew louder as her climax peaked.
A few more moments and she felt him start trembling above her, low deep breaths leaving his lips with the last movements of his hips before she felt the evidence of his release spill into her. His body stilled completely, only propped up above her on his elbows with a strength that was remarkable in this situation. His eyes were closed, his breathing still heavy but slowing down gradually.
Lying underneath him she stared up at his face, feeling unsteady and shaken by the intensity of her orgasm. She took in all of his features, his long lashes, slightly swollen parted lips and those alien points to his ears. It had been a while since anyone had made her feel like this and she still wasn’t sure whether it was because he had intended it this way, or whether they just…matched.
Closing her eyes Nyota remembered that he was leaving for the Enterprise tomorrow afternoon and wondered why she felt regret. It was just a one night stand. Both of them knew that, and she certainly wasn’t looking for anything more from anyone, not with her studies so important to her. As she tried to gain control over her breathing she felt him move again, slowly withdrawing from her. She tilted her head and turned, sitting up on one elbow to look at him, her hand stroking his chest as she said his name quietly.
His eyes followed the movement of her hand, and as they looked back up at Nyota's face there was something almost gentle in his otherwise unreadable expression. He shifted and completely rolled off her body, standing up from the bed a second later.
"Thank you... Miss Uhura. I believe this joining has been pleasurable to both of us," he said matter-of factly although she had noticed his brief hesitation when deciding how to address her. She hadn't even told him her first name.
"If you wish to take a shower you are welcome to use my facilities;" he said, waiting for her reply.
Although aware of the stickiness between her legs, and the thought that the idea of a shower was a good one Nyota suddenly felt that the moment had become a little awkward and wasn’t sure how she wanted to respond. The sex had been good…great if she was truly honest with herself, but now he had become all business-like again. Well, Vulcan really, she supposed. She considered her options briefly before sitting up on the bed.
“Thank you for the offer, but no. I really should be heading back to my dorm; I don’t want my roommate to start worrying and post me missing. …and yes, I enjoyed myself tonight, thanks.” As she talked she stood, moving quickly to the bathroom to clean herself up. Returning to the bedroom, she gathered her clothes from the chair where he had placed them earlier.
Scooping her bra up from the floor and turning her back on him, she dressed quickly. Looking over her shoulder she saw him observing her, that semi-curious expression on his face again. In his hands he held her boots and she walked over, smiling slightly to take them from him.
It was so damn hard to figure out what was going on in that Vulcan mind of his, but somehow the look he gave her as she slipped back into her boots seemed... confused. He tilted his head slightly as he stood in front of her, still fully naked and making no attempts to cover himself. She had seen it all. "Forgive me, your reasoning is logical, but you show a more... hurried behavior than I have encountered before and therefore expected. Have I unintentionally offended you?"
Nyota couldn’t help herself then, and burst into laughter. She imagined the women he’d slept with before and wondered how many of them he had to politely but firmly ask to leave afterward. “Command- …Spock, I’ve had a damn good time tonight, but that’s all it was. A good time. I think it was exactly what we both needed but I really need some sleep before class tomorrow and I’m sure you have loads to do before you need to leave.”
Realizing how harsh that sounded, she moved closer to him, smelling him; an unfamiliar musky scent. As she flared her nostrils, breathing him in she raised herself on the balls of her feet and kissed him softly. “You haven’t offended. This evening was amazing but I know when enough is enough, Spock.”
He nodded as he regarded her. "Then I am relieved," he said and his fingertips briefly brushed along her neck, upwards to her cheek, almost reaching her temple. But then he stopped himself again like he had done when they had first kissed. "I shall escort you home."
“No, I’ll be fine. Thanks for the offer though.”
“I believe courtesy demands that I see you safely to your dormitory,” he said as he watched her, taking a step closer to where his own clothes lay.
Nyota reached out and stopped him with a gentle touch of her hand on his arm. She was touched by both the offer and his initial insistence, even though she was aware that he would know the probability of something happening to her during the short walk was minimal. It was somehow quite old fashioned of him, yet an unusually attractive facet of his personality. However she'd always been pretty independent, and besides - what could she talk to a Vulcan about as he walked her back to her room after sex? As she looked up him, a smile on her features, she again felt a slight pang of regret that this was a one-off event. “It’s just across the lawn. And the grounds are the safest place I know, so there’s really no need.”
He regarded her for a moment but then nodded. “Very well.”
Satisfied that she hadn’t offended him she turned and left the bedroom, still feeling his fingertips on her face. Crossing the room, she picked up her jacket and shrugged it over her shoulders, pulling her hair clear of the collar.
As she was just about to open the door she heard him exiting the bedroom.
"Cadet Uhura?" he asked and looked at her with that strangely distant yet gentle expression on his features. Was he pondering what to say next or did he just make good use of the probably last opportunity he had to look at her? "It was a most insightful evening and I believe that you will be an exceptionally successful student. I shall say," he paused for just a brief moment, "good luck."
“Thank you, Commander,” she replied “Safe voyage on the Enterprise.” Nyota saw him nod in response and turned to leave his quarters.
Walking away from his building she couldn't explain why, but she turned to look up at the windows. The majority were darkened at this time of night, but a few were dimly lit - mostly on the first couple of floors, and one on the fourth. Spock's floor, she realized as she saw a figure standing there looking out, and she felt herself blush. Was he making sure she got home safely, or just watching her? Whatever the motive, she tried to bite back a broad smile and concentrate on tomorrow’s classes, but no matter how hard she tried, all she could see in her mind was his dark, considering stare.
Shaking her head she continued to smile as she entered the dorm building, rehearsing the story she would tell Gaila to hide where she had actually been.
~ TBC ~
Chapter 3
1. Before the question comes up, which I'm sure it will, let us comment on the concept of Spock and one night stands. The way he was depicted on TOS it didn't seem like he was in any way 'promiscuous', and we don't think he is here, either. However, his personal history is different than it was for Spock Prime. You will learn about it sooner or later.
So while him engaging in casual sex may seem surprising at first, let us just say without giving too much away that we thought it through and that, based on his previous experience, it isn't illogical for him. Even if Vulcan society seems pretty stuck up about these sorts of things, he has lived among humans for a while now and has found another approach to sexuality. It has certain benefits and, especially without any emotional attachments, there really isn't a logical reason not to enjoy the physically pleasing and stimulating aspects of sex.
How he came to that conclusion is another story, and shall be revealed another time ;-)
2. Contraception/safe sex: While at least I - and I guess petbubble also - find it absolutely mandatory to use condoms in ONS's in the 21st century, I think and hope STD's will not be an issue in the 23rd any longer. Seeing as how quickly medical research has progressed within the past few decades it can be assumed that HIV and also other, minor STD's will have died out or can be prevented with simple vaccination.
As for contraception, we know from DS9 that there are injections in the 24th century. Well, they even already exist now but aren't as reliable as they will be then. It can also be assumed that the side-effects will be minimized by then, so it would make sense for a young woman that is - even if not that often, not as often as Gaila at least - sexually active to use that.