Author's Note: I'm planning on doing a self-imposed drabblefest next month (one per day) and this is where I expect most to end up as the majority will probably be both Trek and Spock/Uhura. This first one is just practice tho.
Plain Talk
Spock fidgets as she perches on his thighs, her hand fluttering near the plane of his hip. His jaw clenches. Nyota's lips curve.
"Tell me what you want," she says gently.
He draws a breath and exhales a sigh.
"I fail to see the benefit of this experiment. You already possess exhaustive familiarity with my…proclivities."
"Yes, but you agreed. So say what you want."
She goes up on her knees, hands on her hips; she towers, astride him. Her hair slips around her slim, brown shoulders, imperfectly curtains her breasts.
"Closer," he manages around a lump in his throat.