Author's note:
Feeling really excited. This is my first star trek story ever and also my very first fanfics in English. English is not my native language so sorry for any mistakes. I've no beta-reader but if one of you want to...well let me know :)
I wrote JAG fanfics in French years ago but stopped as inspiration seemed to be dead until the Spuhura arrived. I fell in love with them. They're so cute together. And immediately stories came into my mind. And as one of my 2014 resolutions was "Carpe Diem" well...here I am ;)
I decided to star this new adventure with this series of short stories as I don't feel ready to write a longer story yet. Want to improve my english and my style first.
Hope you like this one and I won't disappoint you.
Cold Mornings
She loved cold mornings. Despite that Nyota had spent a great part of her life surrounded by heat, she had always loved when, drifted away from her dreams, she could feel this sweet sensation of coolness on the sheets next to her. These mornings had been quite rare in her childhood that she actually never had noticed how much she loved them.
Until she enrolled into Starfleet and moved to San Francisco. Cold mornings were far more frequent, even in the summer. They were quite chilly and she just loved the idea of wrapping up warmly under the covers with a great book. Gaila was often laughing at her and complained a lot about the amount of clothes she had to wear when her favorite outfit was limited to being naked. Actually, the only reason Gaila could tolerate cold weathers was the feeling of another warm naked body – especially masculine – next to her.
"Is there anything you tolerate in general and which doesn't lead you to have sex?" Nyota had said ironically once.
"Is there anything you tolerate in general and which doesn't lead you to read?" Gaila had answered.
If only she had known, Nyota thought as she slowly opened her eyes. Through the window, the snow was falling heavily exactly as the forecast predicted. She still had a couple of hours of sleep before her alarm clock rang starting a new day of long class. Sinking under the cover, she felt a warm hand made its way across her naked belly and soft lips brushed her neck.
"Do you think it's illogical to dream of stopping the time?" She sighed as Spock kissed the little spot just behind her ear.
"It is, as such a thing is completely impossible. Nevertheless I have to admit…I wouldn't mind such a possibility."
A wide smile spread across her face as she rolled to face him. If his features were motionless, she noticed the little glimpse of excitement in his eyes and knew he was about to lose control. She could feel his body's answers against her tight. Pressing more against him, she brought her lips near his.
"I should go back to sleep. I need to be operational for my advanced phonology class and as you know any physical activities are forbidden if one wants to fall asleep quickly."
Spock growled, running his hands along her back and resting on her buttocks. "I precisely remember a day when you pointed out you didn't need a lot of sleep to be fully operational."
"Damn Vulcan hearing and eidetic memory," she muttered
"It has come to my attention that such weather was known as a snowstorm and that Starfleet advised us to stay indoors and is used to cancelling every class."
"Oh in this case commander," she whisper pushing him against the mattress.
A few minutes later, a little ring woke her up notifying she had a new message. Half-asleep, she chuckled when grabbing her communicator her eyes read the single sentence on the screen.
God bless cold weather, she thought as her eyes were already closing again. Thinking that if she loved cold mornings she loved the moments he was right much more.
