Spock woke up five point three hours after returning to the New York City hotel room he shared Nyota Uhura. She lay on her tummy, one smooth brown cheek pressed against the crisp white pillowcase. Her hands were tucked under the pillow itself. He crawled out of bed carefully, so as not to disturb her slumber.
He made his way over to the chest of drawers in the only dark corner of the room. From a glass bowl resting on the top, he lifted a silvery ball and studied it for several minutes.
He turned it over and over in his hands and in his mind before coming to a decision.
Slowly, Spock unwrapped the ball and took it into his mouth.
The bitter-sweet taste of chocolate was already spreading over his tongue when he turned to rejoin Uhura in their bed, and waited for it to take effect.
The night before had gone better than he'd expected. Instead of dragging him off on a whirlwind tour of the city's strip clubs, Jim Kirk and the guys had led him through a series of bars before ending the night at a tiny basement blues club somewhere on the Lower East Side. Spock had been surprised at the captain's restraint in choosing the final venue.
While music hadn't been what he would have normally chosen to listen to, Spock had found himself enjoying hearing a smooth-voiced woman who'd performed in the early morning hours.
She'd worn a burgundy sequined dress that looked as if it was poured onto her very aesthetically pleasing body. As she sang about found love, lost love and everlasting love, his thoughts had drifted to a certain Starfleet lieutenant and all that she had endured for loving him.
The woman onstage, introduced (rather unbelievably) as Astra, had actually reminded him a little of his Nyota. Much like her, the singer was small and brown and beautiful, though not nearly as much so as Spock's own star. She appeared to be several Terran years older and she wore her dark hair piled atop her head with just two curls hanging about her rounded ears.
Three of the men sitting with him had exchanged knowing glances as the Uhura look-alike directed a particularly suggestive song about a man with devil's eyes and ears directly to Spock. (Chekov, happy to out with the big boys, hadn't stopped grinning all night. Sulu could barely keep his tongue in his mouth as he stared at Astra's assets.)
Bones had elbowed Chekov as her song ended and the young officer had snapped to attention and given the doctor a quick nod.
"Mr. Spock," he'd said, sounding a little nervous. "I have had a gift made for you and Ms. Uhura. I hope thet you vill enjoy it wery, wery much."
He'd slipped a hand into his man-purse and pulled out two tiny silvery balls.
"You and Ms. Uhura vould perhaps like to eat them on your vedding night, sir," Chekov had explained, blushing to roots of his hair.
Slapping the boy in the back of the head, Kirk had grabbed one of the balls and stuffed in his own pocket.
"Mr. Spock can eat it whenever he wants. Right now wouldn't be such a bad time." Kirk had actually winked at Spock. "I'll hold on to Uhura's for now. At least one of you should get some fun out of these."
At Spock's raised eyebrow, Bones had leaned over and whispered in the Vulcan's pointy devil's ear.
Spock brushed his lips across Nyota's as he crept a hand beneath her short sleep shirt and traced circles between her shoulder blades. His heart rate increased one point eight percent when he felt her smile against his lips.
She was waking.
He uttered a low growl and slid his hand down to rest on her cotton-clad buttocks. He tried to thrust his tongue into her mouth, but brushed against her teeth instead, and he felt her smile widen.
Burning with need, he pulled his lips away and squeezed her ass.
"Wake up, beautiful Nyota." he murmured, his desire nearly overwhelming him.
Her warm dark eyes met his. He leaned in for another lingering kiss.
He gave into the urge to caress her thigh, but quickly found his hand was burrowing beneath her panties. He gripped the firm flesh of her posterior and yanked her body over to his. He growled again.
She smiled again and stretched. Her hardened nipples brushed against his chest. His lok hardened in response..
"Good morning, k'diwa," she whispered, winding her arms around his neck. "Did you have fun last night?"
"Not as much fun as you will have today, beloved." He dipped his head for yet another kiss. This time her mouth opened to his, and he felt himself harden even more.
Afraid of losing control before he'd properly readied her, Spock broke off the kiss and tugged at her briefs with two urgent hands.
Nyota froze, clinging to his neck, her eyes wide with shock. Spock realized he'd moved too fast. His behavior was anomalous. He growled in a combination of frustration and desire.
"Really, Lieutenant," he pointed out quite reasonably, "I believe it would be beneficial if you were to assist me in removing all unnecessary barriers to the pleasure we both undoubtedly wish we were already experiencing."
The smile she gifted him recalled the angels painted by the Terran Old Masters.
"Mmm, Spock," she murmured, wiggling to engorge him further. "What's gotten into you this morning?"
Moving more clumsily than was his wont, he removed the offending underwear. She didn't seem to mind his maladroit haste, so he tossed them over his shoulder. Then, sliding an arm around her waist, he shifted so that she was lying beneath him.
"A more appropriate query, Lieutenant," he told her, "which I predict you will pose in approximately twenty-two point thirty-seven minutes, would be 'What, exactly, has gotten in me?'."
Nyota shook her head in denial. He would just have to show her the truth of it. He grabbed her sleep shirt.
"This, I believe is another unnecessary barrier," he informed her, then yanked the garment over her head and sent it flying.
"Uh, Spock…" She scooted back against the headboard, giving him a better view of her gloriously naked body. "You're acting kind of – "
"Amorous?" he interrupted, desperate to begin. He moved closer and nipped at her neck. "Perhaps even… lusty?"
He leaned back and gazed at the beautiful woman who owned his heart. Though he couldn't remember the last time it had happened, he knew that he was smiling with joy at the knowledge that she was his and he was hers.
But then Nyota's eyes narrowed.
"Kirk!" she snarled, shoved Spock aside and leapt off the bed.
Already mourning her absence and really afraid that he might never find ease for his erection, Spock watched his Nyota gather her fallen garments then walk over to the desk to pick up her communicator. She pressed a button with one hand and pulled on her white cotton briefs with the other.
"Kirk!" she shouted. "Get your ass over here, right now!"
Is she asking the captain to join us? Spock would have to prove that she only needed one male in her bed. He was more than man enough for her. He was Vulcan and man combined. He burned for her and would make her burn for him.
He just needed her to come back to bed.
She placed the communicator back on the desk, and turned to face him as she pulled her sleep shirt over her head.
"You! Stay there!" she ordered him. Spock liked it when she got feisty. He felt his lok jump.
She turned, hurried across the room and through the common area towards the small foyer that blocked the his view of the doorway. The chimes sounded before she was halfway there.
Five point three seconds later, Spock heard Kirk's voice.
"Uhura," he was saying.
The captain sounds breathless, Spock thought, as if he'd run to do Nyota's bidding.
Not that Spock could blame him. It would take more of a man than Jim Kirk would ever be to refuse anything to a woman like Nyota Uhura.
"What's going on? What's wrong?" he heard Kirk say. "What the hell, Uhura? You call me on the emergency channel, screaming for my assistance, and now you won't even let me in the room?"
Good. She wants to be alone with me and our gifts, Spock thought, and suddenly he remembered that Jim had grabbed the second "gift" the night before. He wondered how she'd found out about them.
He started fantasizing about what they'd do after Kirk turned over her share of the gift. Would she be instantly slick with longing the way he'd been instantly hard?
No, he decided. She had probably been already dripping by the time he taken the ridiculous nightshirt off her.
Would she, as she usually did, shutter and clutch at him as he took one tight nipple in his mouth and pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger? Or would the gift leave her so ready for him that she would have already lost control of her limbs by the time his tongue swirled around the nub? He certainly hoped for the latter.
What was taking so long? Just give her the gift and get the hell out, Jim, he wanted to shout, but didn't.
Perhaps they had forgotten that he'd already ingested his share of the gift. He needed to get their attention, but he couldn't go out there sporting the biggest hard-on he'd had in his life. Fuck, he could barely walk.
He opted for subtly.
"If you want my body… " he sang.
Damn, but his shorts were tight. Why was he still wearing underwear? Spock stood on the bed and yanked them down.
A sudden memory of an old Earth entertainment fell into his head, and he started twirling the black boxer shorts around his head.
Spock increased his voice volume.
"… come on sugar let me know. And I mean brown sugar, baby."
Had Kirk lost her gift? God damn it, Spock was hot enough for himself and Uhura, both. Really, if only Jim would leave, he could show her that.
"If you really need me, just…"
"Don't get your knickers in twist," he heard Jim telling Nyota. "That's if you're wearing any knic–"
Spock vaguely remembered that he had once wanted the man dead. He could imagine the desire coming over him again sometime in the near future, but at the moment, the thing he most desired was standing in the doorway of their hotel room, telling their captain off.
She will be so much happier under me and around me, squeezing me tight inside her warm wet…
"Kirk!" she yelled.
Spock could tell by sound of her voice that she was giving Jim a death-stare. Oh god, how he loved this woman!
"This isn't funny, Jim!" he heard Nyota telling Kirk.
Spock sang louder, this time taunting Jim instead of enticing his lover. (He knew she was already in the bag .) If only Kirk would go back to his own room.
"Nyota wants my body. 'Cause she thinks I'm sexy…"
Tired of twirling, Spock bunched up his black boxers and hurled them out of the bedroom.
"Oh god!" he heard Nyota moan.
No doubt she was imagining him hot and hard and waiting for her.
"That is what you will be saying very soon, Nyota," Spock called out. "You will be saying it over and over as soon as you bring that sexy body back where it belongs!"
A/N: Not everything is as it seems. Chapter 8 of Don't Lose Your Compass as Spock thought it happened is a little different from what Uhura saw.
Usual disclaimers about not owning anything Star Trek, with I don't own any R. Stewart on top.