The Enterprise jolted sideways as an asteroid was narrowly avoided. That was how the near obsession with non-verbal communication between commander Spock and Lieutenant Uhura began.
She had been showing him an encrypted text received for translation from Captain Pike when the ship had jolted, throwing her sideways. He had caught her around her waist. He straightened her back up, his hand connecting with hers as he did so.
Nyota, are you injured?
I am well, my love.
I am glad, k'diwa.
She smiled.
Spock, it might be wise to remove yourself from my waist, if we wish to stay discrete.
Indeed.
'Thank you Commander. Where were we?'
She smirked as she retraced the lines of the text, finding her place.
I believe we were finding an excuse to talk during service hours.
Aren't we always?
His hand was still ghosted against hers, their fingertips touching under the desk.
We should do this more often. I like your voice inside my head.
The feeling is mutual, and I can see the benefits.
