I smiled as First Officer Spock played the Vulcan lute for everyone in the recreation room. I liked to think that he was playing it for me, but that would be impossible. There was no way he could love me; Lieutenant Uhura surely had his heart, obvious by the fact that Uhura visited him nearly everyday. But for now, I could enjoy his music and not be bothered by anyone.
As soon as Mr. Spock began a new song, Uhura came on over the communications system, announcing battle stations and full security. Everyone scrambled to leave the room, including you. You were the head nurse in Dr. McCoy's medic station, so it was imperative you were punctual.
-Later-
You smiled and waved good-bye to the last injured crew member. Klingons, once again. But they were driven away relatively quickly and with minimal casualties. McCoy came striding in, with Spock in tow.
"Well, Spock, you'll just have to trust my judgement. (Last Name), please clean Mr. Spock's wound," he boomed, leaving for his office.
"Yes, sir." You gestured to the empty medical table on your left and retrieved a bowl of warm water and rags. You turned to the Vulcan and examined him casually. "Well...? Where is it?"
"Oh, yes, of course."
You nearly fainted as he lifted his shirt to reveal a nicely chiseled six-pack. And a long, fairly shallow gash running down his chest. "Um, l-lie back, please."
He complied and you began to wipe away the blood gently. "What'd you do?"
"I slid against a brok-hhhsssss-" he hissed as you got closer to the actual cut, "a broken railing." Spock sat up and examined the freshly-bleeding scrape.
You grabbed a roll of medical tape and a gauze pad. As you bandaged him, you smiled mockingly. "Y'know, Commander, most men would be flirting with me and pretending... other parts of their body hurt. But you don't seem to notice me."
"If I said that I did not want you to touch me somewhere else, I would be lying. And Vulcans cannot lie." He stared coolly into your eyes before connecting your lips and lifting you to sit across his hips. You blushed heavily and clutched at Spock's chest, kissing him back as you pulled him closer. You smirked darkly as he let out a soft groan from the contact; however, his eyelids slid halfway closed and he broke apart from you. "Spock-"
"I am experiencing the human emotion called love as well as lust. For you. Now, I will assume that these feelings are reciprocated; therefore we shall enjoy each other's company quietly and discreetly immediately, if that is fine by you," he murmured into your ear, massaging your lower back gently.
You rolled your eyes and tangled your fingers in his hair. "But of course, my love. On one condition, though."
Spock looked up at you with what seemed to be confusion. "And that would be...?"
"You have to make me scream so loud the doctor can hear me."
"Miss (Name), I'm going to make you scream my name so the bridge can hear you."
-Later-
Captain Kirk looked up as he heard a faint cry. "Bones, did you hea-"
"No. No. No. No. No." The medical officer shook his head violently. "No, I most certainly did not hear Spock and my head nurse fucking in the sick bay, I dunno what you're talking about."
Kirk smiled. "Go Spock! Get some."