Ship Wars Fic - Bonus Round: Prompt “Hangover”
“You are so very sexy in your dress uniform,” Nyota whispered to Spock as he led her gracefully across the ballroom.
“I trust you will demonstrate your appreciation when we are back aboard the Enterprise,” he countered.
“Damn right I will,” she said with a sly smile. “Come on, let’s get a drink.” He took her hand and led her through the crowd to the elaborate buffet.
It was their last day on Rentur Prime. The Enterprise senior staff joined the diplomatic delegation at the closing reception to celebrate the successful conclusion of trade negotiations.
“Bones, what do you think you’re doing?” Kirk said as Spock and Nyota joined them at the table.
“What does it look like I’m doin’? I’m making sure this stuff’s ok to eat!”
“Doctor, the Federation personnel declared the food and drink at this event to be safe for our consumption.”
“Yeah, well I’m just makin’ sure. You never know.”
Nyota laughed and picked up a glass of sparkling wine and handed it to McCoy. “Drink up, Len. At least try to enjoy yourself.”
Kirk handed everyone a glass, then raised his. “To the best crew and the best ship in the fleet. The Enterprise.”
“The Enterprise,” they all echoed and sipped the golden liquid.
“Ach!”
“Blech!”
“Oh my GOD, what is this stuff?”
They all looked at Spock curiously as he downed the drink in one gulp.
“You cannot tell me you like this stuff,” Nyota said looking at him in horror.
“I have never tasted anything so, so….” He couldn’t find the words, so reached for and then drained Nyota’s glass. A green flush slowly spread across his cheeks. He grabbed Nyota’s hand. “Let’s dance.” He practically dragged her to the dance floor.
***
14 Hours Later…
Nyota woke to gurgling sounds beside her.
“Spock?”
A groan.
“Honey, you OK?”
She heard pained muttering.
“What? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Help.”
“Poor baby. Hangover, huh?”
He muttered some more.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he sat up, ignoring the rising nausea and pain like a knife in his head.
Nyota looked at him and chuckled quietly. “Memory coming back, eh?”
Dancing. He remembered dancing. Then taking off his uniform. Then trying to take off Nyota’s uniform while she was trying to keep him from taking off his own. Then running. Naked. After challenging the Federation envoy to a race. Then shouting threats to anyone who so much as looked at Nyota, screaming “Mine! Mine!” before trying to go down on her in the courtyard.
Mortified, he slowly lowered himself back on the bed, covered his head with the comforter and moaned.
“I’ll get you some water,” Nyota said, rising from the bed. “And don’t worry; the Renturian king dropped the sexual harassment charges.”