Spock & Uhura - Two to Tango
Author: Mousling1014
Story: Two to Tango
Rating: T
Pairing: AOS Spock & Uhura
Disclaimer: Paramount owns them, I don't. But I'm just playing with them.
Two to Tango
She stood there in his living room, a living room that during the day could appear almost sparse, but now candles of various heights dotted here and there burned brightly on shelves and tables, their warm glow flickering shadows against the walls and the only source of light, the room by candle glow seem smaller, warmer even intimate.
The smell of the candles and the spicy undertone of her perfume combined in a heady aroma that tickled his nostrils and forced him to take a deep breath, the scent playing and dancing along his nerve endings and down his spine, delicious, dangerous, her scent, completely Nyota.
“Now Spock, we Tango!” Uhura’s voice was low and throaty almost a purr.
Dark smoky eyes passion dancing in their depths held his gaze. Her lips pursed, outlined in a dark crimson red color. This was a different Uhura than the one that had occupied his office a mere three hours ago. This Uhura though her hair was still in a semblance of a pony tail, was not pulled severely back or as high on her head as her usual do. It was held in place with combs and artificial flowers in almost the same hue as the color on her lips. Her clothing too had changed considerably, though still in the range of the red/burgundy of her Starfleet uniform the similarities ended there, the dress was satin and lace, plunging neckline beaded with black and red sequins, the skirt petals filmy and parting to give just a hint of skin.
“Spock, I chose this dance for our next lesson because quite frankly it reminds me of you.” She put a slim hand up to stop the comment already forming on his lips. “I know, I know, but the movements are so controlled and yet so passionate and most humans tend to erroneously believe that Vulcan’s have no emotions, which we both know to be blatantly untrue.” Her look became seductive, her tongue poking out quickly to wet her top lip, as she continued. “I mean to me it just makes perfect sense that under those calm exteriors lay hot beds of riling emotions, it’s just logical. So comparing you to the Tango is logical too.”
“Now.” Her lips curved into the impish smile that Spock thought of as only hers. “In order for this particular lesson to be successful, this dance requires both partners to be less than three feet away from each other.” She lifted her hand and crooked her finger in a come hither movement. “You are going to have to get closer, a lot closer.”
Spock’s response to her command was a quirk of his eyebrow and three steps forward before looking her up and down, appraising her. “That dress is not something that I have ever seen you in before Nyota. Nor does it appear to be a style that I would associate with you. And yet it is strangely befitting”
“Well I can’t take credit for the dress coming out of my wardrobe, or the shoes which Gaila insisted I borrow even though the heels are much higher than I’m used to.” Uhura grinned and drew closer to him taking his left hand in her right, his hand much warmer than her own their skin tones contrasting attractively. She could feel the heat of his body radiate and envelope her as she placed her left hand upon his right shoulder making him mirror her actions as she lifted her head slightly to the left and whispered, “Could you do the honors lover boy and ask for the music to play, I want this dance lesson to begin.”
“Computer begin musical selection!” Spock’s voice of course betrayed nothing but the expression in his eyes told Uhura that he was willing to go wherever this lesson took them.
The strains of violins and mellow trumpet with a sultry beat filled the air as Uhura’s eyes locked with Spock’s. The hard lean muscles under her hands bunch and rippled as she squeezed him encouragingly. Her lips brushed the skin just under his ear before her tongue flicked out and gently stroked the lobe. “Passion Spock, passion.” She whispered into his ear before gently blowing onto the skin there watching the tip of his ear flush green. She moved her hands to cup his face lightly and drew his sight down their bodies towards the floor and her feet.
“Just watch what my feet do and follow ok?” She began to move her feet finding a rhythm that Spock followed. They moved together back and forth, Uhura sweeping her left leg back around her. She waited to see if Spock would follow suit, but he didn’t instead his left hand and arm had found its way under her thigh and her right leg was pulled forward over his hip. She gasped and wound her arms around his neck as he began to step expertly back into the same rhythm she had started with.
His face was mere inches from hers his eyes dark and intent. “I find it easier to balance and move with these steps with you closer Nyota, much closer.”
The music continued the tempo picking up as Uhura’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she and Spock danced. His arm dipped around her waist and she found herself being twirled and then pulled flush to his body, her backside pushed up against his groin and hip. His breath was hot on her neck, the heat of his chest pressing into her back, both hands moving up her waist, thumbs barely brushing the underside of breasts before splaying out and down to grasp her hips and turn her sharply to face him.
“Fascinating.” He stated as her hands moved up onto his shoulders her body leaning into his as they continued to dance, feet moving in rhythm bodies twirling, glances hot with promise.
“Fascinating indeed Spock, especially that last twirl, that move is from the Orion Tango isn’t it?” Uhura’s lips brushed his again and then made their way to nuzzle just under his ear, her favorite spot. “I should have known when Gaila wouldn’t take no for an answer about the dress and shoes.”
“Indeed, Cadet Gaila is a good teacher, though she did complain several times about the Vulcan body temperature being much too hot for her, I danced with her with at least three feet in distance between us, but I believe that I learnt the steps adequately.” Spock’s arms tightened around Uhura his hands moving down to cup her bottom and pull her closer into his body, his lips hovered by her ear. “The next dance lesson you choose to discuss you may want to do it out of the range of Vulcan hearing.”
“Well, you just better be careful that I don’t choose to discuss it with Cadet Kirk! If an Orion found you too hot I dread to think what you’d do to that farm boy!” Uhura pulled back, grinned and then returned to his arms. “Now lover boy, show me that twirl again!”
Fin.
Story: Two to Tango
Rating: T
Pairing: AOS Spock & Uhura
Disclaimer: Paramount owns them, I don't. But I'm just playing with them.
Two to Tango
She stood there in his living room, a living room that during the day could appear almost sparse, but now candles of various heights dotted here and there burned brightly on shelves and tables, their warm glow flickering shadows against the walls and the only source of light, the room by candle glow seem smaller, warmer even intimate.
The smell of the candles and the spicy undertone of her perfume combined in a heady aroma that tickled his nostrils and forced him to take a deep breath, the scent playing and dancing along his nerve endings and down his spine, delicious, dangerous, her scent, completely Nyota.
“Now Spock, we Tango!” Uhura’s voice was low and throaty almost a purr.
Dark smoky eyes passion dancing in their depths held his gaze. Her lips pursed, outlined in a dark crimson red color. This was a different Uhura than the one that had occupied his office a mere three hours ago. This Uhura though her hair was still in a semblance of a pony tail, was not pulled severely back or as high on her head as her usual do. It was held in place with combs and artificial flowers in almost the same hue as the color on her lips. Her clothing too had changed considerably, though still in the range of the red/burgundy of her Starfleet uniform the similarities ended there, the dress was satin and lace, plunging neckline beaded with black and red sequins, the skirt petals filmy and parting to give just a hint of skin.
“Spock, I chose this dance for our next lesson because quite frankly it reminds me of you.” She put a slim hand up to stop the comment already forming on his lips. “I know, I know, but the movements are so controlled and yet so passionate and most humans tend to erroneously believe that Vulcan’s have no emotions, which we both know to be blatantly untrue.” Her look became seductive, her tongue poking out quickly to wet her top lip, as she continued. “I mean to me it just makes perfect sense that under those calm exteriors lay hot beds of riling emotions, it’s just logical. So comparing you to the Tango is logical too.”
“Now.” Her lips curved into the impish smile that Spock thought of as only hers. “In order for this particular lesson to be successful, this dance requires both partners to be less than three feet away from each other.” She lifted her hand and crooked her finger in a come hither movement. “You are going to have to get closer, a lot closer.”
Spock’s response to her command was a quirk of his eyebrow and three steps forward before looking her up and down, appraising her. “That dress is not something that I have ever seen you in before Nyota. Nor does it appear to be a style that I would associate with you. And yet it is strangely befitting”
“Well I can’t take credit for the dress coming out of my wardrobe, or the shoes which Gaila insisted I borrow even though the heels are much higher than I’m used to.” Uhura grinned and drew closer to him taking his left hand in her right, his hand much warmer than her own their skin tones contrasting attractively. She could feel the heat of his body radiate and envelope her as she placed her left hand upon his right shoulder making him mirror her actions as she lifted her head slightly to the left and whispered, “Could you do the honors lover boy and ask for the music to play, I want this dance lesson to begin.”
“Computer begin musical selection!” Spock’s voice of course betrayed nothing but the expression in his eyes told Uhura that he was willing to go wherever this lesson took them.
The strains of violins and mellow trumpet with a sultry beat filled the air as Uhura’s eyes locked with Spock’s. The hard lean muscles under her hands bunch and rippled as she squeezed him encouragingly. Her lips brushed the skin just under his ear before her tongue flicked out and gently stroked the lobe. “Passion Spock, passion.” She whispered into his ear before gently blowing onto the skin there watching the tip of his ear flush green. She moved her hands to cup his face lightly and drew his sight down their bodies towards the floor and her feet.
“Just watch what my feet do and follow ok?” She began to move her feet finding a rhythm that Spock followed. They moved together back and forth, Uhura sweeping her left leg back around her. She waited to see if Spock would follow suit, but he didn’t instead his left hand and arm had found its way under her thigh and her right leg was pulled forward over his hip. She gasped and wound her arms around his neck as he began to step expertly back into the same rhythm she had started with.
His face was mere inches from hers his eyes dark and intent. “I find it easier to balance and move with these steps with you closer Nyota, much closer.”
The music continued the tempo picking up as Uhura’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she and Spock danced. His arm dipped around her waist and she found herself being twirled and then pulled flush to his body, her backside pushed up against his groin and hip. His breath was hot on her neck, the heat of his chest pressing into her back, both hands moving up her waist, thumbs barely brushing the underside of breasts before splaying out and down to grasp her hips and turn her sharply to face him.
“Fascinating.” He stated as her hands moved up onto his shoulders her body leaning into his as they continued to dance, feet moving in rhythm bodies twirling, glances hot with promise.
“Fascinating indeed Spock, especially that last twirl, that move is from the Orion Tango isn’t it?” Uhura’s lips brushed his again and then made their way to nuzzle just under his ear, her favorite spot. “I should have known when Gaila wouldn’t take no for an answer about the dress and shoes.”
“Indeed, Cadet Gaila is a good teacher, though she did complain several times about the Vulcan body temperature being much too hot for her, I danced with her with at least three feet in distance between us, but I believe that I learnt the steps adequately.” Spock’s arms tightened around Uhura his hands moving down to cup her bottom and pull her closer into his body, his lips hovered by her ear. “The next dance lesson you choose to discuss you may want to do it out of the range of Vulcan hearing.”
“Well, you just better be careful that I don’t choose to discuss it with Cadet Kirk! If an Orion found you too hot I dread to think what you’d do to that farm boy!” Uhura pulled back, grinned and then returned to his arms. “Now lover boy, show me that twirl again!”
Fin.