Smoke and Mirrors
Title: Smoke and Mirrors Part One
Author: Minx
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not Mine / Entertainment Only
Pairing: Spock/Uhura/Kirk
Warning: Strong Adult Sexual Content, Naughty Mind-Meld Times
Beta’d: No
Captains Log, Star date 43129.1 The Enterprise has been given the singular honor of hosting the first meeting between the Federation and the mysterious alien race known as the Legarians. We are in orbit around the newly colonized planet Olphesius home to the remaining 10,000 surviving Vulcans since Nero’s destruction of their planet.
Today we welcome the Federation Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan and his wife Parish who happens to be human. Sarek will aide in first-contact with the Legarians. Spock will ensure that this mission of diplomacy is a success. And I will do my best to get Lt. Uhura to answer the questions of her feelings for me once and for all.
“Uhura? Why aren’t you dressed? Ambassador Sarek will beam aboard in exactly 36 minutes.”
Her quarters shaped like a horse-shoe had the sleeping chamber to the front and the lounge-dinning area to the back. She could hear his footfalls though muted by the floor as he approached. All lights were dimmed except the one that hung from a globe above her dining table. The bay windows-from wall to ceiling-were minus the star-shield’s revealing the black starry space beyond. A light display of the galaxy twinkled off to her right her eyes were once again drawn to the constellations.
Spock had been speaking to her. He found her with a steamy cup of Ferengi tea. She placed her hands to both sides of the mug absorbing the warmth into her palms. The Ferengi tea leaves uncurled in the murky liquid. Instead of dissolving they bloomed when heated to brilliant colors of purples and blues. With two cubes of sugar and a slice of lemon it was said to have the minty taste of peppermint.
“Uhura?”
In a robe cut from Mari silk and given to her on her birthday by him she sat in silence. Her dark hair flows in layers shadowing her shoulders-framing her face-concealing her profile when she leaned in to the lift the mug and sip. He approaches, his hand comes to rest on her shoulder and she can feel every muscle in her body tense. Her heart is heavy.
“Nyota?” he evokes her name this time his voice tinged with concern.
“Yes...I’ll get dressed in a minute.” She drew in her bottom lip and looked away, to the black empty space the Enterprise drifted through.
Spock stepped around the dinette table standing behind the pushed in chair to face her. The lamp beaming down on them offers additional luminance to the smooth surface of the table. Giving a clear bottomless look when seated and mirrored shine from afar. He notices her tea remains half-full-not like her. Her habits are always the same. A morning cup. A review of the communication plans for the day as she muses over some detail she is sure Chekov has not shared with the captain.
Her head lifts and her eyes are liquid, pools of shame. But why? “What troubles you?”
“We need to talk Spock. Sit. Please.”
He does, almost as if not asked. The action fluid, she notices but doesn’t. Things with him are so straight forward. His concern is genuine and she’s so ripped with guilt. “There’s something we must discuss.”
“The thing that has troubled you since we escaped the Delta Rena.”
Her lids flipped up. “Troubled?”
“You think I didn’t notice. It has been heavy on your mind Nyota…”
“You never asked.”
“You didn’t want me to ask. I wouldn’t push. You had been through an ordeal so it is to be expected that you need to adjust. Things needed to settle.”
“How perceptive of you.” She rubbed the sides of the mug, the tea leaves bloomed again expanding over the liquids surface. “You didn’t want me to go. It’s one of the times I wished, I had listened.” She peaked from her under her furrowed brow. “There was….an alien life form…on the planet.”
“I am told. The Captain’s log detailed the entity’s existence, and destruction of the colony.”
She dropped her eyes. James kept more than one log. The one for the Federation was the one Spock accessed she was sure. “Of course you read the log.”
He reached over and touched the back of her hand. “Nyota, if it troubles you this much then maybe it is best you share what is not in the log. Get it off your chest as you humans say.”
She smiled sadly. “Yes, get it off my chest. I just…well I’m in love with you.” Her eyes sought his. “For all the logical reasons and more, I love you Spock. I have long before you knew, and I believe I will always.”
She had hoped to see a smile or a flicker of appreciation but he blinked twice and held her stare. Eyes dark and void of emotion. “This entity, it consumed the planet, I believe it purposefully drew us there….”
“I’ve run Introlectural scans of the Delta Rena since we warped out. My findings are irrefutable, it is my belief that you and the Captain came into contact with a Nori, from the Ilari species…”
“Ilari’s don’t exist.” Uhura frowned. He had researched this? Done so and said nothing? Why? That wasn’t like him.
Spock nodded. “We haven’t been able to make contact but they do. The Nori is the feminine entity and takes on many forms usually mist or liquid.
“Like a water nymph?”
“I am familiar with this. Water nymph is from mythology, Greek?”
Uhura didn’t respond. She sipped her tea once more. Spock withdrew his hand when he spoke again. “The Rena in the Zone concerned me, and the Nova confirmed it. The Ilari move through Galaxies and are singular beings. They exist to absorb the star system they inhabit and every living thing within it-even the sun that eventually goes Nova.”
Uhura wasn’t really interested in the Science lesson. But if he knew this much about that species then maybe…maybe he could explain what she did with James. Why she’d do a thing like this to them.
“Why do they drain living things? To destroy?”
“To understand.” He corrected. “Every molecule must be understood. Even at the cost of its own existence. While at the Academy I met a Romulan who claimed to have encountered one. Fascinating.”
“Not really.” She said dryly. Sighing she sat upright, but again looked out into space.
“What did it want from you Nyota?” He asked.
“To understand.” Her eyes returned to his. “My emotions, my desires, my fears….to get in my head…to make me…make me do something I would never do Spock…never.”
“And what is it that you’d never do?”
“Betray you. You were right, but it exists in two forms: mist and water. It drugged us both, and…the Captain and I….we had….we…” she set the mug down hard. The liquid lopping over the side and spilling, the blooms grow along the rim and down the sides of the cup like a vine. He’s staring her in the eye and she’s holding that stare with closely guarded tears. Her voice cracks with emotion and strain when she does speak. “Sex. Spock it made us have sex.”
And there it was. The truth. She said it, he heard it. Finally free of the secret she waits with a guarded breath trapped in her lungs. She knew he felt things, had seen and felt his passion until she wept. Had also seen his rage. Now she saw nothing in those black depths. They held hers with iron will but his face remained slack and void.
“Spock, I should have told you when we came back, the moment we came back, but…”
“You felt guilt?”
“Yes. I felt guilt.”
“The Nori chose you and the Captain, possibly because it knew you both would never choose this action. Logically speaking it makes sense.”
Uhura wiped at a lose tear. His logic in the face of her pain spears her heart. “I wouldn’t! Never! I love you; it was beyond my control or logic. I felt violated.…”
He reached across the table and caught the next tear with the tip of his finger-rubbed the liquid jewel between his two until it was smoothed into his skin. She pushed back in her chair and came around. “Forgive me.”
“Nyota, you worry for nothing. I am not threatened by the Captain. I am concerned that you were suffering in silence. To have gone through this…” He rises. He presses his hand to her face. She snuggles his open palm. “I know your feelings for me are true.”
“They are.”
“I feel the same. And only for you.”
She nodded blinking back her tears. A step then another and she was up in his powerful arms. He held her close. Normally this would be enough. Soft breasts pressed against his chest, soft firm thighs, a delicious familiar fragrant soap rising from the tender spot along her slender throat. Yes, in the past he’d found a small whiff of it knocked loose his senses and made him believe in the illogical.
But now? Now he felt something more. The captain-a man he called friend-had sampled her pleasures. Logically speaking he understood Nyota’s torment. But James T. Kirk showed no remorse or regret. In fact he showed more unwarranted interest in her duties on his bridge constantly lingering on her details.
His sharp pointed brows drew together as the shadow of suspicion and anger set over his usual placid features. She released him and looked up into his face smiling, giving rapid pecks to his lips. Sweet yet guarded, he needed more.
Spock found himself curious how after her confession and his unexplained emotion over it, the contact of her slender petite frame against his ignited a sensual, pulsating blood-beat in his veins. “I want to be one with you.” He spoke in her ear.
She tensed, her lashes dropping to shadow her cheeks, he lifted her chin and forced her brown eyes to return to his. She hadn’t allowed the mind-meld since they left the Delta. He’d made love to her body yes, but not her spirit as before. And now he knew why. She was afraid of what he’d learn.
He trailed an exploratory finger from her cheek, down her throat to trace her collar bone. Then drew closer to brush his lips up and down her neck feeling the pulse of her heart-beat in her jugular as her head lulled back-he groaned. “Let me back in Nyota. Unless….”
He drew back and her head lifted. Their eyes met.
“Unless you are not telling me everything. Is there something else I should know?”
Against the rooms muted glow with the greatest source of light being the stars they travelled through beyond the picture windows she was caught in the dark swirl of his eyes. Though the available light was low she could see the flex of his sinews in his strong neck, see his eyelids grow heavy with sensuality as he caressed her willing breasts through the thin satin of her cami with his lean fingers.
“There’s nothing more. I’m yours Spock. But…lets not forget the Ambassador…he’s arriving. He and his wife and…”
“Yes and it would be unwise of me to keep him waiting. However, the Captain has a team led by McCoy prepared for the greeting, which gives me another hour before….” His dark eyes dropped to the opening of her robe his hand cupping her left breasts. “….I’m missed.”
The power radiating from him dragged at her breathing. She stepped back out of the insulated warmth of his arms. Hands going to her sash, undoing the knot, caused her robe to fall open. Underneath she was bottomless, camisole reaching the curve of her hip, its laced trim just at her pubes. He raked her up and down with his smoldering gaze as if he’d like to rip her apart with his teeth.
“I have missed being with you…really being with you.”
She let her robe drift down from her arms. Then turned and walked through her quarters to her bed, the one they shared on nights when he stayed. He wasn’t all Vulcan. If he were, he’d go and see to the Ambassador and not feed his wounded male ego as she was sure he intended now. But that was fine. She loved him, and it would be proven in a way that she wanted just as bad. The joining of their minds. He’d understand and they could move on. The Nori - water nymph was wrong. He was all she needed. Not James.
“Spock…” she said hand reaching for him. When he just continued to stare she moved toward him. She stood as close as she dared, her body almost touching his.
He hardly appeared to breathe.
She walked her fingers up his abdomen her eyes lifted under long lashes. Unsmiling, he held her gaze for one breathless second, then the next, a swift move he snaked his arms around to lift her to him. Hand resting-fingers spread-to her bare ass. He captured her mouth in a hurried seizure that robbed her of a much needed breath. Before her startled heart could slot back into place he deepened the kiss and tightened his hold. The stunned impact sent the fibers in her bones tingling to life. She opened up fully as an electric charge vibrated through his big, lean body, and shot through her within the exchange of his darting tongue.
That same charge coursed through his fingers that traced the length of her spine to her nape. Spock clenched a handful of her freed locks into his fist and drew her head backward. Her chin lifting, head tilting, breast heaving up, he ran his tongue under and over her feverish skin walking her back to the bed.
He didn’t meld their minds. Not yet. But his possession of her tongue and hand squeezing her ass was exhilarating. It flared through her blood like a lightening storm. Somehow the flashes of white-hot passion must have infected him too. As they lowered to the bed he moved up against her with passionate fervor.
Uhura clawed at the back his shirt. Pulling. He broke the seal of their kiss to allow her to remove it. She gasped air, legs parted, hips lifted, and sex rubbing against the snaked hardness bulging behind his concealed zipper. Her breasts swelled helplessly when his head bowed and the tip of his tongue slipped between her lips to taste her once more.
Mesmerized. Drowning in their mingled breaths she shuddered as his kiss sent shockwaves through the tender tissues along the inside of her mouth and the friction of his hard chest rubbed her breasts and pussy into a frenzy.
He was bare chest, but still wore his pants. She was bottomless with her camisole top. How she burned for him in her compromised state. Tentatively she parted her thighs more, opening fully to him at last while working her ass in circular motions against his growing cock.
His hand went down to her pussy staying the action of the grinding, pausing for him to stroke her there. She purred at his strong fingers touching her sensitive folds. He wondered: What was it about bringing a human female to orgasm that could move a man so deeply, shake him to his foundations, and make him feel so tender and protective? What was it about ‘her’ that made him want to be the man, the only man that stroked this weeping pussy this way?
Spock groaned, analyzing every soft sigh that escaped her. Her body taut and thrumming like a violin the writhing made his erection agony. Like the male animal he was he burned to plunge his aching cock deep. And her whimpers for the taking were making him quite manic about it. He gazed upon her flesh, naturally bronzed without flaws, tempting him. Her dark nipples straining against the thin fabric of her cami, his heightened senses picking up the musky scent of her pussy as it called to him.
His other hand stroked her neck then rose to her face. He placed his thumb to her cheek his index and middle finger to the side of her head pressed hard against her temple. All the while he continued to stroke her clit, just before he gave a slow penetration to her mind.
Uhura’s mouth gaped, back bowed from the bed, pussy opened and he plunged two fingers in just as her lungs expelled a long breath and her eyes stretched locking with his. She stared through her panting upheaval, impaled by him. Naked lust flamed in his darkened eyes as his fingers pumped her pussy. She shivered. Every cell in her body took a power hit of his desire for her. Memories, sharp and unbidden rose to the surface. Their first time, how nervous, and unprepared he was to be with a human woman-her aggressive nature unleashed the alpha-male in him.
How he desired her days after in class, unable to get through a single lesson without eyeing the smooth caramel length of her slender legs. Watching her with his cock jumping in his pants just from the simple way she tugged at the end of her ponytail while puzzling over a quantum equation. Those long nights of adoration while she slept and he puzzled the million to one probabilities of how their love would end. She felt it stroke by stroke, he was sure, as she did always when they joined this way.
Lost in the swirl of his possession she was unaware when he removed his cock and guided the smooth tip to the thick quivery lips of her hole. And just as his mind pried hers open he thrust into her swift-giving her several inches in one delivery. Uhura stretched outward, hips jerking up greedily for more.
He was in there, her mind, feeling her love for him, understanding its depths, checking to see if it remained. She clung to him desperate for air, the double penetration causing her to convulse. Time stood still, as her hips rocked against his and she took him blow by blow while the tips of his fingers sent shivery sensations all the way to her brain stem. Her eyes rolled in her skull and the memories of their time together flashed behind her lids like some familiar picture show. And suddenly they went faster, out of order, and he neared those she guarded most. It was her in the shuttle trying to land on the planet. It was her in James arm drinking from the canister. It was her following him deeper into the cave….no not the cave….No Spock leave it alone!!! Her mind was pried open and he could pick what he chose. She was helpless to resist.
“Spock, please…not that…not that…not when you’re with me…no.” she begged, thrashing his fingers working her pussy. He delved deeper, shaking off her restraint and she dug her nails in to stop him. As he neared the moment she steeled against him and whimpered begging him not uncover it, to not make her show him her one sin, her one betrayal-and thankfully he showed mercy and withdrew.
Uhura clung to him. He captured her lips, hands now under her ass pulling apart both halves, opening her wider as she hitched her legs further up his torso locking them. He put down some sexy thrusts sending shockwaves through her pelvis. Then he felt the tension of her muscles along her channel give way to sensuality, felt her long slender legs trembling thanks to his in and out flow. And though every stroke was sweeter than the last, sizzling torment urged him on harder, faster, buck-wild thrusts her tender soft pussy caused his dick to seize.
She bit into his shoulder from the pending explosion of emotions that would accompany their shared orgasm and rode that wave until they were done. He invaded the sweet interior of her mouth mingling their hot breaths as they panted and bucked toward the end.
Together they breathed out deep breaths bodies joined and minds mush. It took several long minutes to recover from the disorient. To document that moment was futile. There were too many pleasure points probed and fucked to oblivion to distinguish any one over the other.
“Spock…I…” she panted against his mouth.
He kissed her once more then pressed his forehead to hers. “Dress. We both must, and be prepared to greet the Ambassador.”
“Yes,” she touched both sides of his face. “I love you, only you….”
“As I do you Nyota. If I were to believe in destiny you’d be mine. And from loving you it is my one wish to believe.” He withdrew.
She watched him as he went to the bath chamber. Pulling the sheet up to cover her sweaty pleasure ridden body, she recalled that moment when he tried to gleam the truth. She said the thing with her and the Captain was a fluke, then why did she deny him that fact, why not submit into evidence. In her heart she knew. The Nori said she did. She just refused to believe.
XXX
“Jim. Have you seen Spock?”
Kirk walked along the breezeway. He nodded at several of his crew with Bones flanked on his left, seemingly breathless. “He’s with the Ambassador, I’m on my way….”
“No, he didn’t greet the Ambassador when he beamed on board. I was with the Ambassador. I’ve been delaying, stalling, and to be frank I’m just not that witty to come up conversation topics for a Vulcan.”
Kirk paused.
“I’ve tried his quarters and Lt. Uhura’s…no response…”
Kirk stopped. “That’s not like Spock…”
“What’s not like Spock?” He said stepping up behind them both. The men heads turned to find him standing with his hands clasped behind his back. “Captain, McCoy, I trust the Ambassador and his wife beamed aboard without issue.”
“Trust you say? Well…you can trust it all you want, there was that messy detail about you witnessing it. You left me with them when they expected you!” McCoy snapped.
“The Ambassador has only expectations of meeting the Fleet Commanders. All of us. I gave you time to get acquainted. Allow my apology if it made you uncomfortable.”
McCoy narrowed his eyes on Spock. Kirk looked between the two of them unwilling to challenge it further. “Let’s meet the Ambassador, we are already in route to the planet.”
“Captain, may I have a word first.”
“A word? We have…”
“It will only delay us another few minutes.” His dark eyes shot to McCoy. “If it is okay with the doctor…I’d ask that he take them to the bridge…we’ll meet there.”
“By all means Spock. I mean hey, I went to medical school to have these hands certified as the best surgical instruments in Star Fleet. Who knew they would be better served as pointers while I take on the critical mission of being a Vulcan tour guide. Who knew?” He huffed walking off. Spock brow rose curiously at the crack then he dismissed it, returning his hard glare to his captain.
“If you will…” he said gesturing to the doors. Kirk shrugged. He went through the automatic doors. When they closed he turned to see the same hard stare. It was unwavering. “Something on your mind Spock?”
“Permission to speak freely Captain.”
“Granted.”
“It is Uhura.”
James looked on concerned. He’d gone out of his way to give her space, per her request. He succeeded for the most part but she was his communications lieutenant, there was only so much space he could spare.
“What is it? Is she well?”
“I am half Vulcan Captain. The Vulcan’s believe in discipline, in containing emotion because of its destructive nature that works against your mind, as well as your actions. It repulses us to resort to behavioral dysfunctions driven by illogical issues of jealousy, pride, ego…”
“Yes I know you are half Vulcan and…”
“I am also half man. Human. And as a man I believe in the power of the love of one woman. My woman. And the pleasures in having her love only me in return. Completely. I am quite prone to rage, violence, and contempt for any man that would hurt her or dare to take her love from me. Combined half-Vulcan, half-human, you have an interesting mix….”
Kirk held his unwavering stare. Uhura had shared the truth. Well good. It was time he knew. What happened on that planet wasn’t an alien influence. It was them. And friend or not his feelings were valid and worthy.
“So she told you?”
“Question is why didn’t you Captain.”
“For the reasons you stated. You are half-human, and to be so would make it difficult for you to hear of my feelings for her.”
“So you admit to feelings?”
“As I’m sure she did.”
Spock left brow rose. Hands tightly clasped behind his back.
Kirk nodded at the visible twitch in his jaw. He nodded. “She did tell you all of it. How we felt..”
“She was influenced by an Ilari entity. A very deceptive one. But you Captain weren’t. Were you?”
“What is there to discuss Spock? Uhura has made her choice and I…”
“Will respect it. You will not taunt her with your wild imaginings of there being something more between you. What happened on that planet happened and it is over. I believe the most logical step is for us all to move on.”
Kirk smirked. “Is that Vulcan or Man in you speaking now?”
“It is your friend, speaking now.” Spock gave a bow of his head, turned on his heel, and then left.
Kirk clenched his fist. “Well friend, all’s fair in love and war..”
Author: Minx
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not Mine / Entertainment Only
Pairing: Spock/Uhura/Kirk
Warning: Strong Adult Sexual Content, Naughty Mind-Meld Times
Beta’d: No
Captains Log, Star date 43129.1 The Enterprise has been given the singular honor of hosting the first meeting between the Federation and the mysterious alien race known as the Legarians. We are in orbit around the newly colonized planet Olphesius home to the remaining 10,000 surviving Vulcans since Nero’s destruction of their planet.
Today we welcome the Federation Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan and his wife Parish who happens to be human. Sarek will aide in first-contact with the Legarians. Spock will ensure that this mission of diplomacy is a success. And I will do my best to get Lt. Uhura to answer the questions of her feelings for me once and for all.
“Uhura? Why aren’t you dressed? Ambassador Sarek will beam aboard in exactly 36 minutes.”
Her quarters shaped like a horse-shoe had the sleeping chamber to the front and the lounge-dinning area to the back. She could hear his footfalls though muted by the floor as he approached. All lights were dimmed except the one that hung from a globe above her dining table. The bay windows-from wall to ceiling-were minus the star-shield’s revealing the black starry space beyond. A light display of the galaxy twinkled off to her right her eyes were once again drawn to the constellations.
Spock had been speaking to her. He found her with a steamy cup of Ferengi tea. She placed her hands to both sides of the mug absorbing the warmth into her palms. The Ferengi tea leaves uncurled in the murky liquid. Instead of dissolving they bloomed when heated to brilliant colors of purples and blues. With two cubes of sugar and a slice of lemon it was said to have the minty taste of peppermint.
“Uhura?”
In a robe cut from Mari silk and given to her on her birthday by him she sat in silence. Her dark hair flows in layers shadowing her shoulders-framing her face-concealing her profile when she leaned in to the lift the mug and sip. He approaches, his hand comes to rest on her shoulder and she can feel every muscle in her body tense. Her heart is heavy.
“Nyota?” he evokes her name this time his voice tinged with concern.
“Yes...I’ll get dressed in a minute.” She drew in her bottom lip and looked away, to the black empty space the Enterprise drifted through.
Spock stepped around the dinette table standing behind the pushed in chair to face her. The lamp beaming down on them offers additional luminance to the smooth surface of the table. Giving a clear bottomless look when seated and mirrored shine from afar. He notices her tea remains half-full-not like her. Her habits are always the same. A morning cup. A review of the communication plans for the day as she muses over some detail she is sure Chekov has not shared with the captain.
Her head lifts and her eyes are liquid, pools of shame. But why? “What troubles you?”
“We need to talk Spock. Sit. Please.”
He does, almost as if not asked. The action fluid, she notices but doesn’t. Things with him are so straight forward. His concern is genuine and she’s so ripped with guilt. “There’s something we must discuss.”
“The thing that has troubled you since we escaped the Delta Rena.”
Her lids flipped up. “Troubled?”
“You think I didn’t notice. It has been heavy on your mind Nyota…”
“You never asked.”
“You didn’t want me to ask. I wouldn’t push. You had been through an ordeal so it is to be expected that you need to adjust. Things needed to settle.”
“How perceptive of you.” She rubbed the sides of the mug, the tea leaves bloomed again expanding over the liquids surface. “You didn’t want me to go. It’s one of the times I wished, I had listened.” She peaked from her under her furrowed brow. “There was….an alien life form…on the planet.”
“I am told. The Captain’s log detailed the entity’s existence, and destruction of the colony.”
She dropped her eyes. James kept more than one log. The one for the Federation was the one Spock accessed she was sure. “Of course you read the log.”
He reached over and touched the back of her hand. “Nyota, if it troubles you this much then maybe it is best you share what is not in the log. Get it off your chest as you humans say.”
She smiled sadly. “Yes, get it off my chest. I just…well I’m in love with you.” Her eyes sought his. “For all the logical reasons and more, I love you Spock. I have long before you knew, and I believe I will always.”
She had hoped to see a smile or a flicker of appreciation but he blinked twice and held her stare. Eyes dark and void of emotion. “This entity, it consumed the planet, I believe it purposefully drew us there….”
“I’ve run Introlectural scans of the Delta Rena since we warped out. My findings are irrefutable, it is my belief that you and the Captain came into contact with a Nori, from the Ilari species…”
“Ilari’s don’t exist.” Uhura frowned. He had researched this? Done so and said nothing? Why? That wasn’t like him.
Spock nodded. “We haven’t been able to make contact but they do. The Nori is the feminine entity and takes on many forms usually mist or liquid.
“Like a water nymph?”
“I am familiar with this. Water nymph is from mythology, Greek?”
Uhura didn’t respond. She sipped her tea once more. Spock withdrew his hand when he spoke again. “The Rena in the Zone concerned me, and the Nova confirmed it. The Ilari move through Galaxies and are singular beings. They exist to absorb the star system they inhabit and every living thing within it-even the sun that eventually goes Nova.”
Uhura wasn’t really interested in the Science lesson. But if he knew this much about that species then maybe…maybe he could explain what she did with James. Why she’d do a thing like this to them.
“Why do they drain living things? To destroy?”
“To understand.” He corrected. “Every molecule must be understood. Even at the cost of its own existence. While at the Academy I met a Romulan who claimed to have encountered one. Fascinating.”
“Not really.” She said dryly. Sighing she sat upright, but again looked out into space.
“What did it want from you Nyota?” He asked.
“To understand.” Her eyes returned to his. “My emotions, my desires, my fears….to get in my head…to make me…make me do something I would never do Spock…never.”
“And what is it that you’d never do?”
“Betray you. You were right, but it exists in two forms: mist and water. It drugged us both, and…the Captain and I….we had….we…” she set the mug down hard. The liquid lopping over the side and spilling, the blooms grow along the rim and down the sides of the cup like a vine. He’s staring her in the eye and she’s holding that stare with closely guarded tears. Her voice cracks with emotion and strain when she does speak. “Sex. Spock it made us have sex.”
And there it was. The truth. She said it, he heard it. Finally free of the secret she waits with a guarded breath trapped in her lungs. She knew he felt things, had seen and felt his passion until she wept. Had also seen his rage. Now she saw nothing in those black depths. They held hers with iron will but his face remained slack and void.
“Spock, I should have told you when we came back, the moment we came back, but…”
“You felt guilt?”
“Yes. I felt guilt.”
“The Nori chose you and the Captain, possibly because it knew you both would never choose this action. Logically speaking it makes sense.”
Uhura wiped at a lose tear. His logic in the face of her pain spears her heart. “I wouldn’t! Never! I love you; it was beyond my control or logic. I felt violated.…”
He reached across the table and caught the next tear with the tip of his finger-rubbed the liquid jewel between his two until it was smoothed into his skin. She pushed back in her chair and came around. “Forgive me.”
“Nyota, you worry for nothing. I am not threatened by the Captain. I am concerned that you were suffering in silence. To have gone through this…” He rises. He presses his hand to her face. She snuggles his open palm. “I know your feelings for me are true.”
“They are.”
“I feel the same. And only for you.”
She nodded blinking back her tears. A step then another and she was up in his powerful arms. He held her close. Normally this would be enough. Soft breasts pressed against his chest, soft firm thighs, a delicious familiar fragrant soap rising from the tender spot along her slender throat. Yes, in the past he’d found a small whiff of it knocked loose his senses and made him believe in the illogical.
But now? Now he felt something more. The captain-a man he called friend-had sampled her pleasures. Logically speaking he understood Nyota’s torment. But James T. Kirk showed no remorse or regret. In fact he showed more unwarranted interest in her duties on his bridge constantly lingering on her details.
His sharp pointed brows drew together as the shadow of suspicion and anger set over his usual placid features. She released him and looked up into his face smiling, giving rapid pecks to his lips. Sweet yet guarded, he needed more.
Spock found himself curious how after her confession and his unexplained emotion over it, the contact of her slender petite frame against his ignited a sensual, pulsating blood-beat in his veins. “I want to be one with you.” He spoke in her ear.
She tensed, her lashes dropping to shadow her cheeks, he lifted her chin and forced her brown eyes to return to his. She hadn’t allowed the mind-meld since they left the Delta. He’d made love to her body yes, but not her spirit as before. And now he knew why. She was afraid of what he’d learn.
He trailed an exploratory finger from her cheek, down her throat to trace her collar bone. Then drew closer to brush his lips up and down her neck feeling the pulse of her heart-beat in her jugular as her head lulled back-he groaned. “Let me back in Nyota. Unless….”
He drew back and her head lifted. Their eyes met.
“Unless you are not telling me everything. Is there something else I should know?”
Against the rooms muted glow with the greatest source of light being the stars they travelled through beyond the picture windows she was caught in the dark swirl of his eyes. Though the available light was low she could see the flex of his sinews in his strong neck, see his eyelids grow heavy with sensuality as he caressed her willing breasts through the thin satin of her cami with his lean fingers.
“There’s nothing more. I’m yours Spock. But…lets not forget the Ambassador…he’s arriving. He and his wife and…”
“Yes and it would be unwise of me to keep him waiting. However, the Captain has a team led by McCoy prepared for the greeting, which gives me another hour before….” His dark eyes dropped to the opening of her robe his hand cupping her left breasts. “….I’m missed.”
The power radiating from him dragged at her breathing. She stepped back out of the insulated warmth of his arms. Hands going to her sash, undoing the knot, caused her robe to fall open. Underneath she was bottomless, camisole reaching the curve of her hip, its laced trim just at her pubes. He raked her up and down with his smoldering gaze as if he’d like to rip her apart with his teeth.
“I have missed being with you…really being with you.”
She let her robe drift down from her arms. Then turned and walked through her quarters to her bed, the one they shared on nights when he stayed. He wasn’t all Vulcan. If he were, he’d go and see to the Ambassador and not feed his wounded male ego as she was sure he intended now. But that was fine. She loved him, and it would be proven in a way that she wanted just as bad. The joining of their minds. He’d understand and they could move on. The Nori - water nymph was wrong. He was all she needed. Not James.
“Spock…” she said hand reaching for him. When he just continued to stare she moved toward him. She stood as close as she dared, her body almost touching his.
He hardly appeared to breathe.
She walked her fingers up his abdomen her eyes lifted under long lashes. Unsmiling, he held her gaze for one breathless second, then the next, a swift move he snaked his arms around to lift her to him. Hand resting-fingers spread-to her bare ass. He captured her mouth in a hurried seizure that robbed her of a much needed breath. Before her startled heart could slot back into place he deepened the kiss and tightened his hold. The stunned impact sent the fibers in her bones tingling to life. She opened up fully as an electric charge vibrated through his big, lean body, and shot through her within the exchange of his darting tongue.
That same charge coursed through his fingers that traced the length of her spine to her nape. Spock clenched a handful of her freed locks into his fist and drew her head backward. Her chin lifting, head tilting, breast heaving up, he ran his tongue under and over her feverish skin walking her back to the bed.
He didn’t meld their minds. Not yet. But his possession of her tongue and hand squeezing her ass was exhilarating. It flared through her blood like a lightening storm. Somehow the flashes of white-hot passion must have infected him too. As they lowered to the bed he moved up against her with passionate fervor.
Uhura clawed at the back his shirt. Pulling. He broke the seal of their kiss to allow her to remove it. She gasped air, legs parted, hips lifted, and sex rubbing against the snaked hardness bulging behind his concealed zipper. Her breasts swelled helplessly when his head bowed and the tip of his tongue slipped between her lips to taste her once more.
Mesmerized. Drowning in their mingled breaths she shuddered as his kiss sent shockwaves through the tender tissues along the inside of her mouth and the friction of his hard chest rubbed her breasts and pussy into a frenzy.
He was bare chest, but still wore his pants. She was bottomless with her camisole top. How she burned for him in her compromised state. Tentatively she parted her thighs more, opening fully to him at last while working her ass in circular motions against his growing cock.
His hand went down to her pussy staying the action of the grinding, pausing for him to stroke her there. She purred at his strong fingers touching her sensitive folds. He wondered: What was it about bringing a human female to orgasm that could move a man so deeply, shake him to his foundations, and make him feel so tender and protective? What was it about ‘her’ that made him want to be the man, the only man that stroked this weeping pussy this way?
Spock groaned, analyzing every soft sigh that escaped her. Her body taut and thrumming like a violin the writhing made his erection agony. Like the male animal he was he burned to plunge his aching cock deep. And her whimpers for the taking were making him quite manic about it. He gazed upon her flesh, naturally bronzed without flaws, tempting him. Her dark nipples straining against the thin fabric of her cami, his heightened senses picking up the musky scent of her pussy as it called to him.
His other hand stroked her neck then rose to her face. He placed his thumb to her cheek his index and middle finger to the side of her head pressed hard against her temple. All the while he continued to stroke her clit, just before he gave a slow penetration to her mind.
Uhura’s mouth gaped, back bowed from the bed, pussy opened and he plunged two fingers in just as her lungs expelled a long breath and her eyes stretched locking with his. She stared through her panting upheaval, impaled by him. Naked lust flamed in his darkened eyes as his fingers pumped her pussy. She shivered. Every cell in her body took a power hit of his desire for her. Memories, sharp and unbidden rose to the surface. Their first time, how nervous, and unprepared he was to be with a human woman-her aggressive nature unleashed the alpha-male in him.
How he desired her days after in class, unable to get through a single lesson without eyeing the smooth caramel length of her slender legs. Watching her with his cock jumping in his pants just from the simple way she tugged at the end of her ponytail while puzzling over a quantum equation. Those long nights of adoration while she slept and he puzzled the million to one probabilities of how their love would end. She felt it stroke by stroke, he was sure, as she did always when they joined this way.
Lost in the swirl of his possession she was unaware when he removed his cock and guided the smooth tip to the thick quivery lips of her hole. And just as his mind pried hers open he thrust into her swift-giving her several inches in one delivery. Uhura stretched outward, hips jerking up greedily for more.
He was in there, her mind, feeling her love for him, understanding its depths, checking to see if it remained. She clung to him desperate for air, the double penetration causing her to convulse. Time stood still, as her hips rocked against his and she took him blow by blow while the tips of his fingers sent shivery sensations all the way to her brain stem. Her eyes rolled in her skull and the memories of their time together flashed behind her lids like some familiar picture show. And suddenly they went faster, out of order, and he neared those she guarded most. It was her in the shuttle trying to land on the planet. It was her in James arm drinking from the canister. It was her following him deeper into the cave….no not the cave….No Spock leave it alone!!! Her mind was pried open and he could pick what he chose. She was helpless to resist.
“Spock, please…not that…not that…not when you’re with me…no.” she begged, thrashing his fingers working her pussy. He delved deeper, shaking off her restraint and she dug her nails in to stop him. As he neared the moment she steeled against him and whimpered begging him not uncover it, to not make her show him her one sin, her one betrayal-and thankfully he showed mercy and withdrew.
Uhura clung to him. He captured her lips, hands now under her ass pulling apart both halves, opening her wider as she hitched her legs further up his torso locking them. He put down some sexy thrusts sending shockwaves through her pelvis. Then he felt the tension of her muscles along her channel give way to sensuality, felt her long slender legs trembling thanks to his in and out flow. And though every stroke was sweeter than the last, sizzling torment urged him on harder, faster, buck-wild thrusts her tender soft pussy caused his dick to seize.
She bit into his shoulder from the pending explosion of emotions that would accompany their shared orgasm and rode that wave until they were done. He invaded the sweet interior of her mouth mingling their hot breaths as they panted and bucked toward the end.
Together they breathed out deep breaths bodies joined and minds mush. It took several long minutes to recover from the disorient. To document that moment was futile. There were too many pleasure points probed and fucked to oblivion to distinguish any one over the other.
“Spock…I…” she panted against his mouth.
He kissed her once more then pressed his forehead to hers. “Dress. We both must, and be prepared to greet the Ambassador.”
“Yes,” she touched both sides of his face. “I love you, only you….”
“As I do you Nyota. If I were to believe in destiny you’d be mine. And from loving you it is my one wish to believe.” He withdrew.
She watched him as he went to the bath chamber. Pulling the sheet up to cover her sweaty pleasure ridden body, she recalled that moment when he tried to gleam the truth. She said the thing with her and the Captain was a fluke, then why did she deny him that fact, why not submit into evidence. In her heart she knew. The Nori said she did. She just refused to believe.
XXX
“Jim. Have you seen Spock?”
Kirk walked along the breezeway. He nodded at several of his crew with Bones flanked on his left, seemingly breathless. “He’s with the Ambassador, I’m on my way….”
“No, he didn’t greet the Ambassador when he beamed on board. I was with the Ambassador. I’ve been delaying, stalling, and to be frank I’m just not that witty to come up conversation topics for a Vulcan.”
Kirk paused.
“I’ve tried his quarters and Lt. Uhura’s…no response…”
Kirk stopped. “That’s not like Spock…”
“What’s not like Spock?” He said stepping up behind them both. The men heads turned to find him standing with his hands clasped behind his back. “Captain, McCoy, I trust the Ambassador and his wife beamed aboard without issue.”
“Trust you say? Well…you can trust it all you want, there was that messy detail about you witnessing it. You left me with them when they expected you!” McCoy snapped.
“The Ambassador has only expectations of meeting the Fleet Commanders. All of us. I gave you time to get acquainted. Allow my apology if it made you uncomfortable.”
McCoy narrowed his eyes on Spock. Kirk looked between the two of them unwilling to challenge it further. “Let’s meet the Ambassador, we are already in route to the planet.”
“Captain, may I have a word first.”
“A word? We have…”
“It will only delay us another few minutes.” His dark eyes shot to McCoy. “If it is okay with the doctor…I’d ask that he take them to the bridge…we’ll meet there.”
“By all means Spock. I mean hey, I went to medical school to have these hands certified as the best surgical instruments in Star Fleet. Who knew they would be better served as pointers while I take on the critical mission of being a Vulcan tour guide. Who knew?” He huffed walking off. Spock brow rose curiously at the crack then he dismissed it, returning his hard glare to his captain.
“If you will…” he said gesturing to the doors. Kirk shrugged. He went through the automatic doors. When they closed he turned to see the same hard stare. It was unwavering. “Something on your mind Spock?”
“Permission to speak freely Captain.”
“Granted.”
“It is Uhura.”
James looked on concerned. He’d gone out of his way to give her space, per her request. He succeeded for the most part but she was his communications lieutenant, there was only so much space he could spare.
“What is it? Is she well?”
“I am half Vulcan Captain. The Vulcan’s believe in discipline, in containing emotion because of its destructive nature that works against your mind, as well as your actions. It repulses us to resort to behavioral dysfunctions driven by illogical issues of jealousy, pride, ego…”
“Yes I know you are half Vulcan and…”
“I am also half man. Human. And as a man I believe in the power of the love of one woman. My woman. And the pleasures in having her love only me in return. Completely. I am quite prone to rage, violence, and contempt for any man that would hurt her or dare to take her love from me. Combined half-Vulcan, half-human, you have an interesting mix….”
Kirk held his unwavering stare. Uhura had shared the truth. Well good. It was time he knew. What happened on that planet wasn’t an alien influence. It was them. And friend or not his feelings were valid and worthy.
“So she told you?”
“Question is why didn’t you Captain.”
“For the reasons you stated. You are half-human, and to be so would make it difficult for you to hear of my feelings for her.”
“So you admit to feelings?”
“As I’m sure she did.”
Spock left brow rose. Hands tightly clasped behind his back.
Kirk nodded at the visible twitch in his jaw. He nodded. “She did tell you all of it. How we felt..”
“She was influenced by an Ilari entity. A very deceptive one. But you Captain weren’t. Were you?”
“What is there to discuss Spock? Uhura has made her choice and I…”
“Will respect it. You will not taunt her with your wild imaginings of there being something more between you. What happened on that planet happened and it is over. I believe the most logical step is for us all to move on.”
Kirk smirked. “Is that Vulcan or Man in you speaking now?”
“It is your friend, speaking now.” Spock gave a bow of his head, turned on his heel, and then left.
Kirk clenched his fist. “Well friend, all’s fair in love and war..”