Ficlet: The Surety of Her Embrace | Star Trek XI | Spock/Uhura | PG | 1/1
Title: The Surety of Her Embrace
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: PG
Word Count: 705
Summary: Spock has a realization about the original timeline. Uhura soothes him. (Post-film)
Disclaimer: Paramount owns it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: I warned you there would be fic! XD
The Surety of Her Embrace
Sitting down on the edge of the bed in his quarters, Spock attaches his insignia pin to his uniform and turns to catch the still sleepy gaze of the woman snuggled comfortably beneath the sheets. "Good morning, Nyota," he greets her softly, and her lips curve into a slow smile at him.
"Morning Spock," she greets him in turn, stretching her lean arms up over her head. "You're up early."
He blinks at her, considering his response, then answers honestly, "I Couldn't sleep. I thought I might--"
But her shift in the bed to sit up properly and lift a hand to cup his face cuts him off. "Are you all right?" she implores, completely awake now. "I know it still hasn't been very long since... but...." Her eyes catch his steadily, and he knows what she was planning to say. After a week of restless nights and unpleasant dreams, he's slept fine.
"In that regard, I'm... better," he says simply. What has been bothering him is something he'd only recently begun to consider. The possibility has been twisting something deep within him, in ways he doesn't like.
Nyota leans over to place a light kiss on his lips, then sits back just enough to look at him again and nod, "Okay."
Spock takes a deep breath at that. Nyota has never been one to push, has always been infinitely gentle with him, even when it's clear that there's more to be said. Perhaps it's this restraint that often prods him into telling her more than he otherwise might have. Perhaps it's the fact that he knows she's perfectly aware of just how much he's holding back, and he can't bear to keep things from her. Either way, he seems to have no defense against the overwhelming urge to bare his thoughts and feelings to her. In the privacy of his quarters, he has no reason to keep those things buried.
His gaze falls to where the sheet has fallen down the length of her body, leaving the soft curve of her hip only barely covered by her nightgown, and he blinks heavily, letting his fingers fall to that curve and curl gently around her. "I am not positive, but from my interactions with my counterpart, I believe the original timeline was vastly different from this one."
"Well, of course it was," Nyota says gently, moving her fingertips beneath his chin to tip his face back up toward hers and catch his gaze again.
"No, I mean... I do not believe... that we were together in that timeline." The grief in his own voice startles him, and though he tries to fight it back into submission, that something deep within him twists again and rises rapidly to the surface.
Nyota gasps in surprise and sympathy, and she shakes her head minutely. "Oh, Spock. I'm here. All right? I'm here. Nothing will change that," she says, reaching around him to pull him into a tight hug.
Spock barely suppresses a shiver as he relaxes into her, sliding his arms around her in turn, much the same way they held each other that day in the turbolift. It seems to be becoming a habit, he notes absently, as the grief seizing his heart seems to begin to abate within the surety of her embrace. Her emotional strength has been more of a comfort to him than he can possibly ever express, and he can hardly imagine a world where that wasn't the case, not that his mind hasn't supplied a hundred different possible scenarios already, despite himself. The possibility of a life without her is... terrifying.
"No wonder you couldn't sleep," Nyota murmurs, nuzzling close against his ear and neck. After a long moment she pulls slightly back from him and looks at him with a raised eyebrow. "I think maybe you need a good physical reminder of how real this is, of how real I am and how much I am not going to up and disappear."
A sense of sudden need curls low in his belly at her not-particularly-veiled innuendo and the care for him that it represents, and he presses forward to kiss her thoroughly. Spock has never been able to argue with her logic, and he isn't about to start trying now.
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Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: PG
Word Count: 705
Summary: Spock has a realization about the original timeline. Uhura soothes him. (Post-film)
Disclaimer: Paramount owns it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: I warned you there would be fic! XD
The Surety of Her Embrace
Sitting down on the edge of the bed in his quarters, Spock attaches his insignia pin to his uniform and turns to catch the still sleepy gaze of the woman snuggled comfortably beneath the sheets. "Good morning, Nyota," he greets her softly, and her lips curve into a slow smile at him.
"Morning Spock," she greets him in turn, stretching her lean arms up over her head. "You're up early."
He blinks at her, considering his response, then answers honestly, "I Couldn't sleep. I thought I might--"
But her shift in the bed to sit up properly and lift a hand to cup his face cuts him off. "Are you all right?" she implores, completely awake now. "I know it still hasn't been very long since... but...." Her eyes catch his steadily, and he knows what she was planning to say. After a week of restless nights and unpleasant dreams, he's slept fine.
"In that regard, I'm... better," he says simply. What has been bothering him is something he'd only recently begun to consider. The possibility has been twisting something deep within him, in ways he doesn't like.
Nyota leans over to place a light kiss on his lips, then sits back just enough to look at him again and nod, "Okay."
Spock takes a deep breath at that. Nyota has never been one to push, has always been infinitely gentle with him, even when it's clear that there's more to be said. Perhaps it's this restraint that often prods him into telling her more than he otherwise might have. Perhaps it's the fact that he knows she's perfectly aware of just how much he's holding back, and he can't bear to keep things from her. Either way, he seems to have no defense against the overwhelming urge to bare his thoughts and feelings to her. In the privacy of his quarters, he has no reason to keep those things buried.
His gaze falls to where the sheet has fallen down the length of her body, leaving the soft curve of her hip only barely covered by her nightgown, and he blinks heavily, letting his fingers fall to that curve and curl gently around her. "I am not positive, but from my interactions with my counterpart, I believe the original timeline was vastly different from this one."
"Well, of course it was," Nyota says gently, moving her fingertips beneath his chin to tip his face back up toward hers and catch his gaze again.
"No, I mean... I do not believe... that we were together in that timeline." The grief in his own voice startles him, and though he tries to fight it back into submission, that something deep within him twists again and rises rapidly to the surface.
Nyota gasps in surprise and sympathy, and she shakes her head minutely. "Oh, Spock. I'm here. All right? I'm here. Nothing will change that," she says, reaching around him to pull him into a tight hug.
Spock barely suppresses a shiver as he relaxes into her, sliding his arms around her in turn, much the same way they held each other that day in the turbolift. It seems to be becoming a habit, he notes absently, as the grief seizing his heart seems to begin to abate within the surety of her embrace. Her emotional strength has been more of a comfort to him than he can possibly ever express, and he can hardly imagine a world where that wasn't the case, not that his mind hasn't supplied a hundred different possible scenarios already, despite himself. The possibility of a life without her is... terrifying.
"No wonder you couldn't sleep," Nyota murmurs, nuzzling close against his ear and neck. After a long moment she pulls slightly back from him and looks at him with a raised eyebrow. "I think maybe you need a good physical reminder of how real this is, of how real I am and how much I am not going to up and disappear."
A sense of sudden need curls low in his belly at her not-particularly-veiled innuendo and the care for him that it represents, and he presses forward to kiss her thoroughly. Spock has never been able to argue with her logic, and he isn't about to start trying now.
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