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Hello everyone! Welcome back to the continuation of my story 'Perfect Writing'. I hope that you'll enjoy this one as much as you did the other. Can you give me 20 reviews for this first chapter?
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Chapter 1 – Bribes, touches & dressing up
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Time had flown by so fast the last three-four months; it was already time to celebrate the New Year of 2262.
The weather was grey and cold, only 7 degrees Celsius, rain clouds hovered over the city, threatening to release their load of cold water on the people below. It had been raining on and off for over a week, the sun had only made a few rare appearances, and only for a few minutes every time.
The libraries were empty of senior students, and the other students had gone home over the holidays, as the seniors were the only ones who had to stay on campus for the graduation party/ball.
The graduation ball was something like a dog show, the students were evaluated by the Admirals and Captains who attended, looking them over and asking final questions, before the assignment for each new graduate was decided.
Every senior officer had the chance to request any graduate to be assigned to their ship, hoping to get the latest genius fresh from the Academy and take some credit when their new crew-member made their ship look better than the others.
It was actually a bit childish, but grown men had to have something to look forward to, since there was less excitement on terra firma, than in the unexplored parts of space.
Most seniors could expect to be randomly put on different ships where they were needed, but it was completely different for Cadet Skye Archer.
Or rather; Lieutenant Skye Archer.
Her accomplishment in creating a portable cloaking device, made her get on a list for promotion before graduation, and the Academy board had voted in favor for a promotion.
An accomplishment that could take the Federation into a new era must be recognized. They could maybe stand a chance against the Klingon war birds now, when they could build a ship to be used with the cloaking matrix. As for now, the small device was kept in secure quarters, waiting to be examined and duplicated.
The ship that Lieutenant Archer would end up on would get the primary prototype to use freely during missions when it was necessary to have a person cloaked.
All bigger starships had put forward a request to have her join them as a part of their engineering crew. Some Captains were even bold enough to approach her with promises of large quarters, an own lab to continue developing her cloaking device, and even trying to bribe her to choose their ship. Skye found herself spending the second and third week of September dodging every Captain or senior officer she saw on the Academy, as they seemed to be on the lookout for her.
It came to a point when Skye marched to Admiral Barnett's office and asked him angrily to make them stop approaching her, she still had tests to study for at that time and felt stressed when she had to dodge and hide from all higher officers.
The next day every Captain avoided her like the plague, except Captain Kirk, who had not even considered asking Lieutenant Archer if she wished to join his crew. He just found it fun to torture her with questions about hers and Spock's relationship, when no one else was listening of course. He didn't want to have Spock's anger over him again.
But he got Spock's anger over him, in the beginning of October, as he had caught Skye in a stressful time around one of her tests in quantum mechanics. Kirk had discovered her sitting in a private part of the study hall and had invited himself over and begun to ask her about Spock's cold 'bedside performances'. Adding to this 'teasing', Kirk had been slightly drunk, which equaled a Captain who didn't think before he spoke.
In her bad mood, Skye had picked up her communication-PADD and typed a message to Spock.
K'diwa, your Captain is bugging me. He is moderately drunk and questions your ability to satisfy me in bed. I have tried to make him leave, and I do not wish to leave my place of study, as Emiko has company over this afternoon. I did say that I could handle him, but I feel that at this point I would get serious repercussions if I knocked him out in the study hall. Could you find some time and assist me?
Skye.
Fifteen minutes later of listening to Kirk and his idiotic attempts of joking, Skye sighed in relief as she saw Spock walk towards her table with long strides.
Spock moved quickly to stand behind Kirk and laid his hand on his shoulder.
"Captain, I do not hope that you are disturbing the Lieutenant in her studies?" Pressing down, making Kirk to attempt move away from the light pain, he got Jim's attention.
"Spock! I didn't know that you were in the area." He tried to laugh, but it came out strained.
"I wasn't, but when you use your ability to 'tease' the Lieutenant at any time of your opportunity, I have an obligation to make you cease your inappropriate behavior."
"I was just playing around." He smiled goofily and put his hands up as to say that he yielded.
"Remember, my father has left for Vulcan, and the Lieutenant may not be inclined to assist you, should I be 'emotionally compromised' once more."
"I think I have some things to do, like Captainy stuff, since we'll be leaving soon."
"I believe you do, Captain." Spock let Kirk go and saw him stumble out from the study hall.
"Thank you Commander, he was not leaving me alone."
"I am glad to be of assistance, Lieutenant." The last word was spoken with pride.
"I hope I did not pull you away from something important?"
"No, I was just correcting some of your fellow classmate's tests in Vulcan History, and I have only a few left and they will not take me long to correct."
"Good." She smiled gently to him.
"I shall leave you to your studies. Good day Lieutenant." He bowed slightly and turned to leave.
"Commander." Skye rose from her seat and stepped up to him. "I would like to show you something, if you have time to spare?"
He nodded and followed her to the back of the study hall, where a small library was found to assist the students, if they needed additional information.
There were no students in the small library at the moment, and Skye led them to the section of Ancient Extraterrestrial History, which was rarely visited anymore. Turning to face Spock, Skye smiled, closed the distance between them and kissed him.
"I have missed you, k'diwa." She murmured against his lips.
Spock was intrigued by her display of affection in public, or at least in semi-public, as they were alone in a part of a public building. He actually felt a bit disobedient and he enjoyed it.
"I have missed your affections too, t'hy'la." He pulled her close and buried his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
She hugged him and then withdrew a bit, meeting his eyes.
"I feel much better now, is your Captain really that annoying all the time?"
"When he is bored, he will respond with a juvenile action and pester the crew. He did not do anything to you, did he?"
"No, just nagging on and on how cold you must be in bed and that I must be frustrated by now."
"Frustrated?"
"Yes, sexually frustrated…" She whispered in his ear. "Due to your cold performances, as he put it. But I dare to say that you leave me wanting instead of frustrated… I think your Captain would be very jealous of you if he knew what passion and warmth you had inside you, beneath your perfect logic." Pulling him close, by grabbing hold of his jacket, Skye initiated a kiss filled with hunger and her passion for him.
Moving her around, making her back press into a wall, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing their centers together. He could feel the warmth radiate from her, as her short skirt had journeyed up higher when she wrapped her legs around him.
Breathing heavily, Spock withdrew for a brief second watching the desire in her eyes before initiating another, equally searing, kiss.
Forgetting time and place, the couple began to demand more and more, until…
THUMP!
Spock and Skye flew apart, she standing behind him, correcting her outfit, while he looked around to determine the origin of the loud sound. It appeared that a student had stumbled and fallen with a load of books in his hands falling to the floor with him, causing the commotion.
Skye reached up behind him and whispered.
"Now I'm sexually frustrated…" She blew a puff of air over his ear and trailed her hand over his lower back, coming to stand next to him.
"I must agree." Spock answered and glanced down on her.
"Have to suffer through it; I have to study for my test tomorrow." She blew a raspberry and walked away, checking so no one had seen them together. Adding a more pronounced sway to her hips, she smiled to herself and headed back to her desk, trying to get the erotic pictures out of her head.
Two minutes later her com-PADD announced an incoming message.
Send me a message when your examination is over. We may have some personal time to work out any tensions you might experience after, if you should desire.
Spock.
Her lips curved into a large smile and she licked her lips to the prospect of being in her lovers arms.
Life was good.
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"So, have you two done it yet?"
Skye glared at her nymphomaniac for a roommate and turned her eyes back to the book she was reading.
Emiko pulled up her legs underneath her and frowned.
"Come on, you have been seeing each other for, what, four months, nearly five, unless you count the month when you started in his class."
"Emi shut it." Skye sing-sang.
Emiko had somehow put two and two together, and figured out that Skye was seeing Commander Spock in secret. Or rather, she had followed Skye one day, she was so curious to where Skye sneaked away to some evenings, and saw how Spock met her at the back door to an apartment complex and then did some research to confirm that Commander Spock lived there.
The day after, Emiko had asked Skye up front and when Skye had denied it, she had assured her friend that her lips were sealed, she would not tell anyone.
But it didn't stop her to try and pry information from Skye; it was really funny to watch her blush when they got in on the subject of sex and intimacy.
"Come on, is he cold as ice-cream then?"
"No, he just wants me to be certain that I want to be close with him." Skye sighed and put her book down.
It was now mid-December and she had written her final test in quantum chemistry yesterday. The only thing left was to wait for the results and start packing her stuff.
"Vulcan's seem to be true gentlemen, sorry, aliens." She poked her tongue out and grinned.
"He is, but he can also be very intense." Skye bent her knees and rested her head on them. She sighed as she thought of Spock.
"You are so bitten by the love-bug." Emiko laughed and shook her head. "So, what are you going to wear?"
"Wear, what, when?"
Emiko stretched out her hand and snapped up an old-fashioned letter from Skye's nightstand and waved it in the air.
Opening the letter she began to read out loud:
You are hereby invited to Star Fleet Academy Graduation Ball
31st of December, 2261, 7pm
The Grand Hall, San Francisco
To celebrate the New Year of 2262 and all graduates of Star Fleet Academy
Formal attire required
"'Formal attire', means a pretty long dress." Emiko almost jumped of joy of the prospect of playing 'dress up Skye to her teeth'
"I don't like dresses, they're too showing."
"Come on, don't you find the idea of dressing up and seduce your Vulcan a bit thrilling?"
"He won't react in public, he's Vulcan." She rose and walked to her wardrobe and pulled out a hanger. "And besides, I'm an officer now, which means I have to wear this."
She held out a dress uniform, a red one, which showed that she belonged to engineering. It covered her upper body, long tight sleeves, the skirt ended just beneath her bum and the neckline dipped just barely five centimeters diagonally to her left side, almost showing her collarbone, but yet it didn't show.
With the uniform came a pair of black boots, which ended at her calves and only had about 1.5 inch heels and quite comfortable to run in, if need arose.
"Come on!" Emiko looked horrified at the uniform. "Is that 'formal attire'?"
"For an officer, yes. I have to be a role model, to live up to my expectations. Or else I might get demoted." She put back the dress uniform in the wardrobe and closed the door firmly.
She then glared at Emiko with her most threatening look and said:
"If my dress uniform 'disappears' in time for the ball, and is replaced with something hideous of yours, then I will never speak to you again and I'll ask Doctor McCoy to make sure that your final two years here becomes pure hell."
"You can't do that!" Emiko knew that Skye didn't joke about this, but it was so unfair, as Skye was so pretty and had to wear a uniform which everyone else would wear. She should wear something flattering and beautiful.
"I can, if the uniform goes, then your easy and party filled life here goes too."
Emiko crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.
"Alright." She mumbled. "But I don't like it."
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Skye and Emiko celebrated Christmas together, their last thing together, as Skye left Earth in the beginning in January and Emiko would continue to study. Emiko would also leave for home after Christmas, and then go to Japan to visit her relatives and stay there until the next term began for her.
So they sat in their dorm, having bought dinner and talked, played games and just hung out.
Emiko cheered Skye up too, as Spock had to leave the Academy and not be able to return until the morning on the 31st, and even then it was little time for them to see each other, so they had agreed that would spend the night in Spock's quarters after the ball, trying to spend as much time as they could, if she ended up on a different ship than his.
Emiko left San Francisco four days before the ball, their farewell were filled with both tears and laughter and promises to write as often as they could.
The first day of being alone in the room, not having Emiko's non-stop talking around or her ecstatic personality, Skye packed her stuff and cleaned out the room of dirt and old things she didn't need in space.
The second day, she went into San Francisco, enjoying the city and walked through some tourist attractions and shopped a few things she needed. And for the first time, she fell in love with a pair of shoes. She had never wanted girly shoes before, but these called to her.
They were strappy dress sandals in silver metallic leather, with delicate straps crossing over her feet, creating a smoldering peep detail, wrapping over open arches to a sling-back heel strap. The heels were higher than she was used to, 3.5 inches and dangerously thin for a woman who had never walked in a pair of high-heels, but she needed them.
Entering the store, she asked for her size, tried them on and bought them without really thinking about the price. These were her shoes, her first pretty shoes and she loved them.
The third day, Skye went to a small make-up boutique outside campus and purchased some powder, blush, royal blue eye-shadow, eyeliner and mascara. The lady in the store showed her how to apply it for best results and gave Skye a pretty pink lip-gloss for free.
That evening, Skye indulged herself with a romantic movie from the 21st century called 'Pride & Prejudice', she had read the book before and found the movie almost as great. While watching the movie, she also indulged herself with chocolate covered strawberries and a glass of red wine.
After the movie, Skye thought about the next evening. She was really nervous to be going there. She would go in there alone, and most probably be accosted my Captains and senior officers who would try and woo her over to their ship.
As she had gotten offers from almost every ship in the quadrant, she wondered where she would be placed. Would they randomly pick one or would she have the option to choose a ship?
That night, Skye had trouble sleeping, not getting many hours of sleep at all and when she woke up the morning on the 31st of December, she felt tired and slow.
But she knew she had to go through with it and begun her day.
She ate breakfast in the mess hall, many of her fellow graduates were there too, and many looked like her; tired, nervous and scared shitless.
Many girls sat in groups, discussing their hair, make-up and dresses, as some had bought pretty gowns to wear and might impress on the Captains.
Skye sat by herself by one of the large windows overlooking the park. She held her com-PADD in her hand and read a short message from Spock.
T'hy'la, I have just left New York and are on my way back to the Academy. I hope you have not been too lonely without my presence, and I am looking forward to see you tonight.
Spock.
She smiled and thought of him, his face, his smiling eyes and his warm body. She almost could feel his soft hands move over her body, sending shivers down her spine with precisely placed kisses on her bare skin.
They had not taken their relationship to the final stage, though they both knew the other's body quite well, as both of them did not know what would happen in the future. If they mated before they knew of which ship Skye would serve on, then they might not give their full bond the time it needed to establish itself between them.
If Skye did end up on Enterprise, they would have the time to let the bond work in peace, so to speak, not putting any further stress on it than it already had.
Spock had explained to her that the bond needed time to become complete, even more now as their bond had been severed once, and to make it work, they must be in the close proximity of each other, as they both might get 'needy' while the bond settled and the only way of releasing the neediness, would be to give in and have sex. No questions asked, because if they resisted the need for too long, they could enter a false version of the blood fever, which would make them act irrationally and do whatever it took for them to get to the other.
That would not be so good if they ended up on different ships.
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Spock sat on a plane back to San Francisco, and he was trying not to smack his seat-neighbor to unconsciousness, as he was snoring like a whole herd of cows.
Trying to find some peace, he withdrew into his mind and found a 'happy place' as Jim would have called it. His happy place was with Skye, lying next to her and drawing invisible patterns on her back. Something she had taught him as she had done it to him. And he had not grasped the fun of it, until he had tried it on her one night.
She had been lying on her back, resting comfortably next to him and his human part had wanted to touch her, but not in the arousing way, just in a caressing way and his Vulcan part had suggested to try her way of caressing him, by drawing invisible lines on her stomach and hips, as she had done it to him, and she seemed to find the process relaxing.
Monitoring her facial expression, Spock had slowly begun to lay his hand on her stomach and moving his thumb over her soft skin slowly at first. When she had made no move to show him it was uncomfortable, he had stepped it up a bit by moving just his index finger over her skin, tracing a pattern visible to his eyes only.
Skye had asked him what he was writing on her stomach, as after a while, his movements had begun to move like he was writing a text. He had answered that he had begun to write their names in the Vulcan script and from there it had progressed to write some of the few poems about emotions that existed on Vulcan.
She had laughed and reached up, laid her arms around his neck and pulled him down to a sweet kiss, telling him how cute he was and how she adored him.
He remembered responding that he failed to see this 'cuteness', he was not a pet, nor was he an infant.
"You really are cute, Spock…"
She had then launched an attack of touches combined with kisses, which made him think that 'cute' was not something bad to be.
Feeling the plane shake slightly and hear how the captain announced that they had entered a small storm, but it was no need to worry and that it would be a bit bumpy for a while, made Spock come out from his meditation and he discovered that they were only thirty minutes from the airport in San Francisco.
He found himself wondering what she would wear that evening. Would she be respecting her grade as an officer and wear the dress uniform, or would she show off her feminine curves?
Finding the idea of Skye in a well-fitting dress among the other Captains and officers made him feel jealousy and possessiveness; he did not want other men to ogle his future mate. But at the time being, he could not do anything about it. What if they thought her invention was due to collaboration between him and her? No, he could not risk it; she would be expelled and demoted in an instant.
Feeling how the plane began the decent; Spock prepared for landing and pushed his feelings away.
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Skye finished up her make-up, made sure her hair stayed in one place as she shook her head lightly and slipped on her shoes. And just taking some extra hair-spray, just in case.
Pulling on her coat, she sighed and left her room, heading down to the lobby, where a taxi waited for her, courtesy of some Captain who wished her to choose his ship. It was free, so what the heck, made it cheaper for her and easier to get to the Grand Hall in the city.
While sitting there, looking out on the dark sky, she tried to imagine herself up there, among the stars and nebulas. It was hard to see that, but when she got up there, it would become real.
Arriving smoothly to the Grand Hall, she stepped out, nodding to a few classmates and walked up the long stairs to the main entrance. Giving her invitation to the doorman, she got in and headed to the coat-room, gave her coat to a young woman and got a ticket with her coat number on, which she put in her blue evening clutch.
Before stepping out from the coat-room, she glanced at herself in a mirror, adding some more lip-gloss, correcting a strand of hair and took a deep breath.
Stepping out in the big lobby, she followed the stream of guests and walked up yet another stair, which took them all to the big ball room, where they had to descend another set of stairs, to arrive to the dance-floor. The descending stairs gave all those in the room a better view of the newly arrived, and the newly arrived felt really stared at, whichever rank they might have.
That was exactly what Skye felt now, as she stepped up to the landing and began to slowly walk down to the dance-floor. She was hoping that she would not fall on her face, especially when she was not used to walk in high-heels, or wearing a pretty dress like she was now.
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Spock could not help it, he wished to kill all the men in this room for looking at his t'hy'la as if she was a piece of meat.
Why hadn't she taken her dress uniform?
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Hello again, you have made it through the first chapter. What did you think about it?
This cliffhanger (my specialties) is not as bad as they can be, right? But my guess is that you now wish to find out what kind of dress she's wearing? And which shoes she fell in love with?
To clarify things; Spock and Skye has not had sex/love making of any kind; they have just been 'exploring' each other and lots of kissing.
The next chapter might take a while to post, since I will work quite a lot this coming week, and I will work late, so don't worry if chapter 2 takes a while to get up. I won't abandon this, promise. I have made so many plans for them, and I want to complete them ;)
Have a great time!
lunatic.