Title: Sweet Valentine
Author: Linstock
Pairing : Spock /Uhura
Rating: T
Type: Romance, fluff
Warning: Adult themes and sexy times. Also these are not beta read, dur to the time constraints…be forewarned.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Star trek the characters or profit in from this writing.
Summary: These stories were all written as part of the Spock-Uhura Valentines day drabble fest. It is a series of unrelated stories all about Valentine's day. They are short but definitely not drabble.
Theworldsforgot's prompt 2: Spock and Uhura watch some romantic movie that features a couple who have to keep their love a secret and/or involve disapproving parents or society (idk, something like Romeo + Juliet or The Notebook). Things hit a little too close to home and that triggers some insecurity about their relationship, but they obviously get over it and that leads to fun sexy times.
The Holo.
Spock is rarely interested in the holo's Nyota watches. He tends to watch the production details, he notes how the special effects are achieved, and counts the plot inconsistencies and continuity errors. He rarely engages with the plot or the characters. Tonight's Valentine Day holo is different. The story resonates deeply with him.
The holo is over and Nyota wipes away a last tear and sniffles her way out to the kitchen to make tea. Spock sits rigidly on the sofa.
The story depicted lovers from different cultures, a teacher and student, drawn together almost against their will, their ill fated struggle to hide their forbidden love and their eventual discovery. Total professional ruin and disgrace are only avoided by the death of the male lead. From the beginning, dishonour and despair are inevitable. No mater how much they loved, considering the cost to both parties and the final outcome, the lovers' actions are illogical, this much is clear to Spock
The story makes him view his relationship with Nyota as if he is an outsider and his brain isn't flooded with a dopamine induced cascade every time he is near or even thinks of her. He realises he should leave her, for both their sakes.
As a child, Spock's tormentors, acting in a pack, once backed him over the lip of a learning bowl. He remembers the sensation impending, unavoidable danger and the startling fall. He experiences a similar sensation now.
At the thought leaving Nyota his neck pickles with cold sweat and a deep ache lodges in his heart. He feels he is without air. But he knows he won't die without Nyota. He will endure. He will sequester her memory deep in the caverns of his mind and mate with T'pring as intended. Mate …not love...mate … not adore. He will replace craving, joy, longing and desire with stark biological function and duty and this way he will save her.
Nyota will adjust, eventually. She will forget him… remember to breathe…and another man will love her, kiss her and hold her against him in the night. Another man will run his hands over her body and make her moan and whisper words of love in the languages heard amongst the stars.
"Spock?" A gentle touch on his knee snaps him back to the present. "Are you alright? You look terrible and you're sweating." Cool, gentle hands cup his face and tender lips kiss his forehead.
"You're trembling." She is worried.
He reaches out and wraps his arms around her, holding desperately tight, his face against her belly. She strokes his hair and shoulders, and waits.
He eventually relaxes his gip and rests his forehead lightly against her. "I believe the holo resonated with me more than I anticipated. It caused me to re-evaluate our relationship." His words sound disjointed and his throat aches as it resists uttering the words it must say.
She stokes his ears softly, "I know, it was so sad. It made me think too."
He steels himself. She kneels in front of him looking earnestly into his face, "We are so incredibly lucky to have each other. Anything can happen; we never know how long we have with anyone we love. We must never, ever forget what is precious." She squeezes his hands, "We must love each another 100%. At least then, if the worst comes, we'll have no regrets."
He stares at her. He recognises the truth of her words. She is wise and he, the logical Vulcan, the senior officer, the genius…is a fool.
His voice is a raw as he replies, "Then we better start immediately."
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