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It is Logical
Spock considered himself to be a very logical man. He was Vulcan, he chose logic over emotion, logic was constant, dependable, and safe. Sitting in his office his mind wondered to her. What was it that made her so interesting? Many female students and colleagues had attempted to penetrate his cold façade of discipline and control, he found their attempts uncomfortable yet amusing. She did not agree with everything he said or try to bring him food after long hours in his office. She did not shorten the already ridiculously short cadet uniform for his viewing pleasure like his previous assistant. No, the game of seduce the Vulcan was not one that she seemed interested in playing. She defiantly had a presence about her and she was never wary of speaking her mind, she was a logical woman.
It was not her eyes that he noticed first, large, brown, and incessantly deep they were beyond beautiful, but he had not noticed. Nor did he notice the grace with which she walked, her honeyed voice, or the supple mouth that glided around the Vulcan language with precise perfection. Though all these things haunted him as he sat in his office, they were all secondary observations.
"People say that Vulcan's are purely logical, but do you really not experience love?" The question came from a redheaded green cadet who seemed to be fishing for more than a simple explanation.
Spock, who had encountered the question several times before in one form or another, gave her the same curt response he gave the other woman who ventured. "Love is an illogical emotion, Cadet"
Before the Orion could answer one of his top students arose and asked permission to comment, what she said, or rather how she said it with such confidence in her opinion gave him pause, this almost never happened. In perfect Vulcan she stated "I apologies if I seem insubordinate but I think you are wrong commander. I know love is more like a sickness that effects the brain and all the chemistry behind it but the answer to if love is logical is not really all that complicated." She paused, Spock raised a brow, she had gotten his attention. "Love, commander is an emotion but the emotion is the brains way of telling us not to protest against our natures. We must find partners that we are comfortable enough with to mate with and thus produce offspring insuring the continuation of our species; we are not animals that mate only by force of nature or habit. " Spock did not agree, nor did he disagree outright he simply stated "very well argued cadet, I… respect… your opinion" After class she asked to further debate this topic, Spock, unaccustomed to his students be genuinely interested in class discussions complied.
That evening Spock went to his quarters to meditate and found that his young cadet had 'gotten under his skin' as his students say. Now four months later he found himself in his office preparing to go home to his new off campus living quarters. He was expecting a visitor, his former student who was now his assistant, with her eyes, voice, walk and imperfect perfections, Nyota Uhura was coming for dinner, to cook him dinner, a bet he had lost. They had become, cordial acquaintances in the past few months and over a game of chess she had bet him that if he won she would cook him dinner, if she won then he would cook for her, it had seemed harmless to begin with, Nyotahad said she wanted to test her skills of Vulcan cusine.
Perhaps it was her smile, when he greeted her at the door that set the mood for the evening, her hair was different, it was loose and flowing in thick waves, smelling of lavender shampoo. She carried a bag containing 1 onion, butter, a bunch of carrots, celery, vegetable broth, cream, pepper, and salt. This promised to be much better than replicator food.
Sitting across from him with her bowl of Plomeek soup she looked as she did during an intense game of chess, contemplative, amused, he found her look, quite appealing. She did not call Vulcan food bland, though she used a considerable amount of salt and pepper in her bowl. She was polite, she spoke of, her home in Africa and he told her of his ancestral land on Vulcan, she appeared interested, this was pleasing. After dinner she began to ask questions, about Vulcan's, she was interested in mind melds she had researched them in preparatory school. She wanted to see how they felt, wanted to experience one for herself. "If you researched them you must know that they are extremely personal, and…intimate" he explained.
"Sort of like a kiss?" she asked with that quizzical expression. Spock felt… tempted. "I would not know, he said quietly" Nyota smiled, Spock noted that she seemed to glow when she smiled, what gave her such pleasure?" "For the sake of research" she began, so that you may better express a mind meld to someone like me, might I demonstrate a kiss for you?" For a moment Spock considered "with whom? He inquired innocently. "Commander, this is what we call being subtle, in others words I want to kiss you, if you do not take offense" "I am your superior" he replied
"It is illogical to state that which we both know commander" Nyota's skin looked flushed; Spock thought perhaps his home was too warm, he was aware that most humans preferred to be in cooler environments.
Looking at her skin, her eyes, listening to her speak, her unique emotionally charged Vulcan he decided to be logical and not deny the part of his nature that was human. "You may kiss me, if you wish. Only here, only now, if you assure me that you will keep this between you and me"
"Be assured professor, it is only a kiss"
He stood, with his hands behind his back, as she approached Spock felt an unfamiliar feeling… apprehension. She was close, almost touching him; this is when he noticed her scent, floral, spicy, pleasent. She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his, Spock noticed her eyes were closed so he closed his as well, he began to feel warmer than usual. A soft moan escaped her lips Spock felt her hand on his neck. He felt his pulse quicken, her lips were unbelievably warm, soft, salty, he began to feel as if her were being pulled in. He stumbled back startled her lips were gone. She glared at him; she smiled "how did you find the experience?"
"Quit pleasant, agreeable, not quite a mind meld though, I think I would like to try it again some time, if you do not take offense" Spock replied, feeling quite satisfied by the experiance.