A Pragmatic Theory of Truth - 7/25
Title: A Pragmatic Theory of Truth
Chapter: 7 of 25 ( 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6)
Word count: 1184 (~ 55,000 in total)
Authors: petbubble and leandralocke
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG - 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
Nyota stared at the text on her PADD, the words starting to shift and blur slightly. She'd been studying in her dorm room for the last four hours, completing one assignment on subspace theory and one due next week, that had been set by Spock. Commander Spock, she had to keep reminding herself; Starfleet Academy Instructor. Still not one hundred percent comfortable with him being her teacher, she was finding that she was mostly getting used to it and as long as she kept focused and professional, she would manage fine. Really, thinking about it rationally, it was a privilege to be taught by him. The Commander was considered an expert in his field, and had a knowledge base that went beyond any human of a similar age.
That's why she'd gone to such lengths to get a seat at his lecture last year; it was a thrill to hear him talk for any student majoring in Xenolinguistics, though it had thrown her initially when she'd realised that the attractive, young Vulcan on the stage was Spock. She just hadn't expected him to be mentally and physically stimulating. So to then be invited to have dinner with him and discuss his research; as a peer, with him even asking her opinion on aspects of it - if she'd wanted to, Nyota could have dined off that anecdote for the rest of the semester, never mind what had happened afterwards. Sighing as she shrugged off her cardigan, she knew that it was pointless even thinking about 'afterwards', especially now considering the situation both of them were in. What she needed to do was concentrate on her studies, and now.
Now she was trying to read up on morphology but the text on morpheme descriptions just kept dancing around on the PADD screen. Nyota stretched in her chair, groaning as she tried to twist some kinks out of her neck which was stiff from sitting hunched over PADD screens (all the time). If she was being sensible she would get up and take a bit of a walk to stretch out properly, at least around the small room, but the chair was kind of comfortable, plus it would waste valuable study time. The weariness she felt at the moment would pass soon anyway, and once she'd completed this next part she would reward herself with another cup of coffee.
Looking at the digital clock on the desk she saw that Gaila was due back in less than an hour. No studying would be done once her roommate returned and started giving her the low-down on her date with her newest conquest, so she needed to finish this next chapter at least. Leaning an elbow on the desk, Nyota rested her chin in her cupped hand, and picked up the PADD with the other, yawning as she tried to keep her eyes open. Why was morpheme theory so dry anyway? Surely there was some way to spice it up a little...
...she felt a feather-light touch against the back of her neck and sighed softly. The touch moved across the base of her neck and slightly increased in pressure at a point of tension, just lightly teasing the knot that was there. As she moaned softly she realised that the pressure came from fingers; strong fingers that felt very warm as they slowly worked on the parts of her neck that she hadn't realised were aching until now.
The hands moved across her shoulders, caressing her cool skin as thumbs found several more points of tension and pushed and manipulated, firm pressure balanced with soft gentle strokes of fingers. The thin straps of her top were teased over her shoulders and Nyota kept her eyes closed as she felt the steady touch move round to her collarbone. The touches seemed familiar, knowing exactly where to caress, yet at the same time they were hesitant; gentle, light and exploratory.
Part of her wondered if she should be frightened, but then hands returned to her back and were joined by a pair of lips, and all rational thought left her mind. She heard a low moan, and realised that it was her own voice, responding automatically as the lips kissed her neck; slow, gentle kisses that were complemented by the firmer pressure from fingers. As the two worked in tandem, she felt the hairs on her arm rise and a shiver down her spine that caused her breath to hitch and her nipples to harden. As she struggled to control her breathing she felt a silky touch on her shoulder as the lips were parted and a tongue teased her skin, leaving a heated wet trail that cooled as it evaporated. Nyota felt her skin burning under the touch and it was a heat almost like nothing she'd experienced before. Almost.
Where was the PADD? "Doesn't matter; it's not important” she thought as she felt a flood of warmth between her legs. This was okay. She knew who this was - or at least she knew who she wanted this to be. Him. Because of that she didn't feel scared or threatened...just intensely aroused as she felt lips and tongue dance towards the curve of her neck. The hands had left her shoulders and softly moved down her upper arms, a light teasing caress as the fingers brushed the swell of her breasts before tightening their grip on her arms. She moaned louder as she felt the thumbs move in small circles against the sensitive skin at the back of her arms.
She could hear breathing, only barely more controlled than her own, as she tilted her head, feeling small, teasing kisses work their way up her neck to that particular spot behind her ear that made her shiver with excitement. A low, deep growl vibrated against her skin as her earlobe was suckled.
"Nyota," a deep, masculine voice breathed in her ear, and she smiled, recognising it straight away.
"Mm, I know you..." she murmured in reply, feeling his warm breath tickle her ear, his tongue working its way around the curve of her ear, the breathing she could hear getting rougher.
"Nyota," the voice repeated, slightly louder in her ear, the hand moving to her shoulder and tightening.
"I know that's you-," she mumbled, softly.
"NYOTA!"
-Spock. The name was unspoken as she woke up to find Gaila standing over her, shaking her head as she rested a green-skinned hand on Nyota's shoulder. The Orion looked down at her, a cheeky smile on her face. "Fall asleep studying, Ny? Jeez you really need to get out more," she smirked, picking up the PADD that had dropped to the floor. "Though from the sounds you were making, you were having a pretty interesting dream. And who did you know it was?"
Nyota blushed, feeling her heart still racing as she half-listened to her friend start to chatter about her date. Even though she knew nothing could ever happen between them, the Vulcan was still invading her dreams. She'd dreamt about Spock... and part of her wanted more than a dream.
~ TBC ~
Chapter 8
Chapter: 7 of 25 ( 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6)
Word count: 1184 (~ 55,000 in total)
Authors: petbubble and leandralocke
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG - 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
Nyota stared at the text on her PADD, the words starting to shift and blur slightly. She'd been studying in her dorm room for the last four hours, completing one assignment on subspace theory and one due next week, that had been set by Spock. Commander Spock, she had to keep reminding herself; Starfleet Academy Instructor. Still not one hundred percent comfortable with him being her teacher, she was finding that she was mostly getting used to it and as long as she kept focused and professional, she would manage fine. Really, thinking about it rationally, it was a privilege to be taught by him. The Commander was considered an expert in his field, and had a knowledge base that went beyond any human of a similar age.
That's why she'd gone to such lengths to get a seat at his lecture last year; it was a thrill to hear him talk for any student majoring in Xenolinguistics, though it had thrown her initially when she'd realised that the attractive, young Vulcan on the stage was Spock. She just hadn't expected him to be mentally and physically stimulating. So to then be invited to have dinner with him and discuss his research; as a peer, with him even asking her opinion on aspects of it - if she'd wanted to, Nyota could have dined off that anecdote for the rest of the semester, never mind what had happened afterwards. Sighing as she shrugged off her cardigan, she knew that it was pointless even thinking about 'afterwards', especially now considering the situation both of them were in. What she needed to do was concentrate on her studies, and now.
Now she was trying to read up on morphology but the text on morpheme descriptions just kept dancing around on the PADD screen. Nyota stretched in her chair, groaning as she tried to twist some kinks out of her neck which was stiff from sitting hunched over PADD screens (all the time). If she was being sensible she would get up and take a bit of a walk to stretch out properly, at least around the small room, but the chair was kind of comfortable, plus it would waste valuable study time. The weariness she felt at the moment would pass soon anyway, and once she'd completed this next part she would reward herself with another cup of coffee.
Looking at the digital clock on the desk she saw that Gaila was due back in less than an hour. No studying would be done once her roommate returned and started giving her the low-down on her date with her newest conquest, so she needed to finish this next chapter at least. Leaning an elbow on the desk, Nyota rested her chin in her cupped hand, and picked up the PADD with the other, yawning as she tried to keep her eyes open. Why was morpheme theory so dry anyway? Surely there was some way to spice it up a little...
...she felt a feather-light touch against the back of her neck and sighed softly. The touch moved across the base of her neck and slightly increased in pressure at a point of tension, just lightly teasing the knot that was there. As she moaned softly she realised that the pressure came from fingers; strong fingers that felt very warm as they slowly worked on the parts of her neck that she hadn't realised were aching until now.
The hands moved across her shoulders, caressing her cool skin as thumbs found several more points of tension and pushed and manipulated, firm pressure balanced with soft gentle strokes of fingers. The thin straps of her top were teased over her shoulders and Nyota kept her eyes closed as she felt the steady touch move round to her collarbone. The touches seemed familiar, knowing exactly where to caress, yet at the same time they were hesitant; gentle, light and exploratory.
Part of her wondered if she should be frightened, but then hands returned to her back and were joined by a pair of lips, and all rational thought left her mind. She heard a low moan, and realised that it was her own voice, responding automatically as the lips kissed her neck; slow, gentle kisses that were complemented by the firmer pressure from fingers. As the two worked in tandem, she felt the hairs on her arm rise and a shiver down her spine that caused her breath to hitch and her nipples to harden. As she struggled to control her breathing she felt a silky touch on her shoulder as the lips were parted and a tongue teased her skin, leaving a heated wet trail that cooled as it evaporated. Nyota felt her skin burning under the touch and it was a heat almost like nothing she'd experienced before. Almost.
Where was the PADD? "Doesn't matter; it's not important” she thought as she felt a flood of warmth between her legs. This was okay. She knew who this was - or at least she knew who she wanted this to be. Him. Because of that she didn't feel scared or threatened...just intensely aroused as she felt lips and tongue dance towards the curve of her neck. The hands had left her shoulders and softly moved down her upper arms, a light teasing caress as the fingers brushed the swell of her breasts before tightening their grip on her arms. She moaned louder as she felt the thumbs move in small circles against the sensitive skin at the back of her arms.
She could hear breathing, only barely more controlled than her own, as she tilted her head, feeling small, teasing kisses work their way up her neck to that particular spot behind her ear that made her shiver with excitement. A low, deep growl vibrated against her skin as her earlobe was suckled.
"Nyota," a deep, masculine voice breathed in her ear, and she smiled, recognising it straight away.
"Mm, I know you..." she murmured in reply, feeling his warm breath tickle her ear, his tongue working its way around the curve of her ear, the breathing she could hear getting rougher.
"Nyota," the voice repeated, slightly louder in her ear, the hand moving to her shoulder and tightening.
"I know that's you-," she mumbled, softly.
"NYOTA!"
-Spock. The name was unspoken as she woke up to find Gaila standing over her, shaking her head as she rested a green-skinned hand on Nyota's shoulder. The Orion looked down at her, a cheeky smile on her face. "Fall asleep studying, Ny? Jeez you really need to get out more," she smirked, picking up the PADD that had dropped to the floor. "Though from the sounds you were making, you were having a pretty interesting dream. And who did you know it was?"
Nyota blushed, feeling her heart still racing as she half-listened to her friend start to chatter about her date. Even though she knew nothing could ever happen between them, the Vulcan was still invading her dreams. She'd dreamt about Spock... and part of her wanted more than a dream.
~ TBC ~
Chapter 8