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Strong and Sweet is a series of vignettes of Spock & Uhura's mornings together, prior to the 2009 movie.
NOT in the same world as Schoolgirl. This world is on its own.
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1. First
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Nyota Uhura liked her coffee very strong, very creamy, and very sweet.
Coffee was love at first taste. From the day of her virgin sip, she always brought it to school to drink during class, and it was a habit she wasn't about to break now that she was at the Academy. So on her very first day she sat in a cavernous, empty classroom, several rows from the front, taking a few hot, dreamy sips before the lecture would begin. It was more than a drink for her. It was a secret sensual pleasure. She relished the feel of it on her tongue, the warmth, the lushness, spilling down her throat. The scent of it intoxicated her, and she would breathe it in before taking some into her mouth. Sometimes she held a sip for a moment, reveling in it before swallowing.
That's what she was doing when her instructor himself got to class a bit early. Her first sight of him was accompanied by a strong, milky sweetness in her mouth. She gulped.
She knew who he would be. He was known throughout Starfleet not only as the first Vulcan and Human child, son of legendary parents, but also as brilliant, a lauded graduate and now the 'fleet's most promising teacher. She knew who he would be, yes, but she wasn't prepared for him as a person.
Uhura was good with words, but really body language was her forte, and she expected that reading a Vulcan would be an excellent advanced level test. In that regard, she was sorely disappointed, because this man could be read like a backlit padd. He didn't look neutral and controlled. He looked repressed and hesitant. He was more rigid than really necessary, and he seemed about to splinter when he entered the room and saw her there. She was stunned by how young he was, not only physically but in the way his eyes spoke of wonder and timidity.
He was a boy.
"Cadet."
His voice added a bit of intrigue to his otherwise open aspect. It was a voice she could drink. It would make the upcoming endless hours of listening to him rather delicious.
She stood to greet him officially and properly. "Uhura, Sir."
He stood even more stiffly upright and nodded to her, and then his next two words confirmed that no matter how severely and awkwardly he held his body, his voice was pure, fluid pleasure.
"At ease."
Right. She thought he ought to take some of his own advice.
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