Ficlet: "Waking Up Is Hard To Do"
Written for the kiss_bingo prompt "to wake someone up."
Title: "Waking Up Is Hard To Do"
Author: yahtzee63
Characters/Pairings: Spock/Uhura
*Rating: G
*Warnings: NA
Waking Up Is Hard To Do
It is illogical to sleep past the morning alarm chime. Their routine varies little as they prepare for duty, which means the alarm is set at precisely the correct hour for them to receive adequate rest yet prepare for their day aboard the Enterprise in a calm, unhurried manner.
When Spock attempts to tell Nyota this, she mutters, “Mmmm-hmmm,” and rolls over to face the wall.
“This is not conducive to timely preparation.”
“Mmm.” A moment later, this is followed by a sound that is suspiciously like a snore.
“Nyota?”
No response.
Spock is not unfamiliar with Nyota’s habit of rising at the last possible moment. Although she is invariably timely, polished and prepared, he learned in the early days of their relationship how quickly she could reach this state. It never ceases to confound him how she can pass from deep sleep into almost violent activity, leaping from bed into the sonic shower, twisting her hair into a ponytail while brushing her teeth, and sealing the flap of her uniform only seconds before the doors slide open.
Sleeping late may be illogical, but it is also illogical for Spock to concern himself with Nyota’s sleep pattern if she has proved that it is not harmful to her health or productivity. She achieves her goals no matter what. So why does he hover by her bedside, cutting short his own morning preparations in a futile effort to rouse her?
But he knows the reason why. Spock’s calculations suggest that, if Nyota can ready herself for duty so quickly, waking earlier in the morning would leave more time for other activities. Mutually pleasurable activities. These activities would not even require her to leave her bed.
Unless she wants to try that new practice she showed him in the sonic shower - but he is growing distracted. Before he turns his attention to such things, he must first rouse Nyota from sleep.
“Nyota?” He nudges her bare shoulder with his fingertips. The brief skin-to-skin contact gives him a fleeting impression of her thoughts and feelings: deep contentment, slight semiconscious amusement as his failure to waken her, and a flicker of a dream that seems to contain water and ribbons.
She is in the limbo between consciousness and REM sleep. Spock realizes it is therefore futile to attempt to reason with her in this state.
Reason must be set aside. He must try more emotional methods of persuasion.
Spock leans over her and gently kisses the peculiar curve of her ear. Then he kisses her hairline, her forehead, one of her eyelids. Nyota’s eyes flutter open. Instead of stopping, Spock kisses the tip of her nose, then lowers his mouth to hers. They kiss for a long time, until her arms circle his neck and he is stretched across the bed, almost lying atop her.
When their lips part, Nyota smiles up at him in satisfaction. “I win.”
Eyebrow arched, Spock says, “I beg to differ. Your goal was to remain asleep; I have succeeded in awakening you.”
“Are you so sure that was my goal?” She moves beneath him in a highly inviting manner.
How could he forget that Nyota always achieves her goals? Spock nearly smiles. “I believe this is what humans refer to as a ‘win-win situation.’”
Title: "Waking Up Is Hard To Do"
Author: yahtzee63
Characters/Pairings: Spock/Uhura
*Rating: G
*Warnings: NA
Waking Up Is Hard To Do
It is illogical to sleep past the morning alarm chime. Their routine varies little as they prepare for duty, which means the alarm is set at precisely the correct hour for them to receive adequate rest yet prepare for their day aboard the Enterprise in a calm, unhurried manner.
When Spock attempts to tell Nyota this, she mutters, “Mmmm-hmmm,” and rolls over to face the wall.
“This is not conducive to timely preparation.”
“Mmm.” A moment later, this is followed by a sound that is suspiciously like a snore.
“Nyota?”
No response.
Spock is not unfamiliar with Nyota’s habit of rising at the last possible moment. Although she is invariably timely, polished and prepared, he learned in the early days of their relationship how quickly she could reach this state. It never ceases to confound him how she can pass from deep sleep into almost violent activity, leaping from bed into the sonic shower, twisting her hair into a ponytail while brushing her teeth, and sealing the flap of her uniform only seconds before the doors slide open.
Sleeping late may be illogical, but it is also illogical for Spock to concern himself with Nyota’s sleep pattern if she has proved that it is not harmful to her health or productivity. She achieves her goals no matter what. So why does he hover by her bedside, cutting short his own morning preparations in a futile effort to rouse her?
But he knows the reason why. Spock’s calculations suggest that, if Nyota can ready herself for duty so quickly, waking earlier in the morning would leave more time for other activities. Mutually pleasurable activities. These activities would not even require her to leave her bed.
Unless she wants to try that new practice she showed him in the sonic shower - but he is growing distracted. Before he turns his attention to such things, he must first rouse Nyota from sleep.
“Nyota?” He nudges her bare shoulder with his fingertips. The brief skin-to-skin contact gives him a fleeting impression of her thoughts and feelings: deep contentment, slight semiconscious amusement as his failure to waken her, and a flicker of a dream that seems to contain water and ribbons.
She is in the limbo between consciousness and REM sleep. Spock realizes it is therefore futile to attempt to reason with her in this state.
Reason must be set aside. He must try more emotional methods of persuasion.
Spock leans over her and gently kisses the peculiar curve of her ear. Then he kisses her hairline, her forehead, one of her eyelids. Nyota’s eyes flutter open. Instead of stopping, Spock kisses the tip of her nose, then lowers his mouth to hers. They kiss for a long time, until her arms circle his neck and he is stretched across the bed, almost lying atop her.
When their lips part, Nyota smiles up at him in satisfaction. “I win.”
Eyebrow arched, Spock says, “I beg to differ. Your goal was to remain asleep; I have succeeded in awakening you.”
“Are you so sure that was my goal?” She moves beneath him in a highly inviting manner.
How could he forget that Nyota always achieves her goals? Spock nearly smiles. “I believe this is what humans refer to as a ‘win-win situation.’”