Title: A Logical Choice (Revised)
Series: Star Trek 2009
Theme: General/Romance
Characters: Uhura/Spock and Main cast
Rating/Warning: R/Strong Sexual Content
Summary: The song was a gift, her way of paying tribute to the teachings of a mentor and friend. It allowed her to express all of the feelings in her heart that she feared she could never say.
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Notes: The opening scene was inspired by the first half of "That New Car Smell" from the Star Trek 2009 Soundtrack. I see this as Spock's theme song. I think the music expresses his transition from a Vulcan child, to a Vulcan man, to a Starfleet officer and finally as the First Officer of the Enterprise. For the scene below, I felt that the first two minutes of the song helped capture the sound or essence of Vulcan culture. As well as express Nyota's love and frustration. The song can be heard at the link above.
Chapter 1: Taking Chances
It was an old Vulcan song, a love song, written before the Time of Awakening. Created to elicit an emotional response within the listener which, until that very moment, he believed to be impossible. Spock felt…. Spock felt. It was a desire that would no longer be restrained. Maybe he was fatigued and needed rest. Maybe he merely needed to focus, meditate. Or maybe, on a subconscious level, he realized it was the woman who serenaded him from across the room. That the song she sang provoked this Human emotion within him.
Spock watched Nyota as she cradled the Vulcan lute gently in her arms, her fingers caressing its strings like a lover. She seemed almost entranced by the sad tale of unrequited love, pouring every movement, every breath into the song, using her very essence to give it life. Her voice was strong and true as the lyrics fell from her lips, her gaze steady. Eyes brimming with tears, she entreated that he accept her offerings of eternal love and devotion. It was as if the song's pleas had become her own. As if she were singing to him, not just for him and something in that plea resonated deeply within Spock.
As the song drew to a close, Nyota's voice softened and her fingers slowed and finally stilled. The silence that filled the room was deafening. Spock watched as she took a moment to dry her eyes, then rose from her seat and crossed the room, hips softly swaying as she moved. She paused in front on him and presented the instrument, ignoring the slight tremble of her own hand.
"I believe this belongs to you."
Spock made note of her flushed skin, shortness of breath and accelerated heart rate, but made no comment. He gave a short nod and accepted the lute, before returning it to its case.
"Thank you, Uhura. As usual, your hard work and dedication has produced flawless results."
Nyota's lips curved into a ghost of a smile. It was praise. Coming from Spock it was the equivalent of a standing ovation, but it was not what she wanted.
"Thank you, Commander."
"My I ask a personal query?"
She glanced up, unable to stop the spark of hope that blossomed in her chest.
"Anything."
Spock gazed directly into her eyes, his own searching for some unseen answer. When he spoke again his voice was lower than usual.
"Why did you select that particular song?"
Nyota glanced away. The song was a gift, her way of paying tribute to the teachings of a mentor and friend. It allowed her to express all of the feelings that she feared she could never say. She'd hoped that the song would touch something deep within Spock, helping him to remember the heart that he kept so deeply buried, but apparently it hadn't been enough. She looked at him, as he patiently awaited her reply, and sighed. Nyota realized the possibility of his returning her feelings was virtually non- existent, but she had to try. Maybe they could have a chance at love. But if not, at least he would know. They would know and there was something in that.
"I can relate to the woman's pain."
The corners of his lips turned down, almost a frown.
"In what way?"
She bowed her head, letting out a shaky sigh.
"She loved a man who was married to his faith and I love a man," she raised her gaze to his, "who's married to his logic."
Spock grew still, even more so than usual and Nyota stepped closer. Slowly she reached out, using her finger tips to gently trace the shape of his ears, the slant of his brows and the slope of his nose.
""His logic is deeply ingrained. It is the fabric of his being."
As she traced her fingers around the shape of his mouth, his breathing changed and his skin flushed a soft shade of green. Spock bowed his head and tried to focus on something, anything other than her nearness and her words.
"It makes loving him very difficult, but I still do."
He looked at her, his face a blank canvas, but with eyes that struggled to conceal the depths of his desire. Nyota stared, surprised by the intensity of his gaze and what it could ultimately mean. She caressed his check and lifted onto her toes, giving him a kiss.
It was a chaste kiss, simply a meeting of the lips. Nyota was patient and moved slowly, waiting for a sign from Spock that he was ready to move forward. She could feel the stiffness in his shoulders and gently caressed the nape of his neck, while brushing her lips against his, softly sucking. The tension eased from Spock's shoulders and his hands grasped her waist. She applied more pressure to the kiss and he did likewise, until her lips parted and he eased his tongue inside. He leisurely explored the contours of her mouth, before turning his attention to her tongue, coaxing it into a passionate dance. Nyota couldn't suppress the shiver that raced down her spine, nor could she still the butterflies in her stomach. Her only thought was that his lips were warm and firm and that he tasted slightly sweet, like summer fruit.
Spock ended the kiss and rested his head against hers. She listened as his breathing slowed, growing deeper with every second. Another shiver passed through her as his lips brushed against her ear. After a moment, he lifted his head and gazed down at her.
"Uhura-."
Her brow arched in a teasing manner.
"Nyota."
He hesitated for a moment and then softly exhaled her name.
"Nyota, you will graduate from Starfleet Academy in three months. To pursue a relationship now would be illogical."
"For months I've been racking my brain trying to find the right way and time to tell you. When I saw the note on your personal calendar for tomorrow, I figured your birthday would be prefect. Well, at least until I realized it was on a Saturday and you would be gone."
Spock simply stared.
"While I can understand and appreciate the sentiment of your declaration, as one of your instructors it is against regulations for us to engage in-."
She placed two fingers against his lips.
"You are my former instructor and there are no regulations preventing us from engaging in anything. I know because I checked. And as for us pursuing a relationship, it is completely logical. As you've said, I graduate in three months and you, more than anyone, understand just how important my career is to me. You know that for now it is my priority, as your career is yours. Our goals are parallel, our personalities are not too dissimilar and -."
He titled his head.
"You have a temper and can be very assertive when in pursuit of-."
She frowned, cutting him off.
"I can control my temper when necessary."
He gave a brief nod, conceding to her point.
"This is true, but there are times when you fail to think things through to their logical conclusion."
Nyota titled her head, mimicking Spock's expression and challenged his statement.
"Such as?"
"Such as Vulcan's do not engage in casual relationships, we mate for life."
She gazed deeply into his eyes and smiled.
"I have considered this. I thought long and hard on the matter and I've made my choice."
Spock had not expected such an immediate or definite reply. He continued, stressing the seriousness and finality of what she asked.
"Nyota, those who are joined shared a very intimate mental bond. Unlike a Vulcan mind meld, this bond is continuous. Even from great distances, the mind is incessantly aware of both consciousnesses. Physical contact, even in the slightest form, initiates the transference of thoughts, memories and emotions. This bond only grows stronger with time. Termination of the bond is rare and very difficult for Vulcans, but for your species it can be deadly. Not to mention, even by Human standards you are very young to commit yourself in such a way. I would not ask it of you."
Nyota placed her hands on her hips. A tell, tell sign that her temper was on the rise. Spock arched a brow, waiting for it to irrupt.
"You think that I will change my mind!"
He let out an inaudible sigh.
"Ny -."
She angrily sliced her hand through the air, demanding silence.
"In the time that we've known each other, you have never questioned my commitment to join Starfleet, you have never questioned my linguistic abilities, you even chose me as aide for your advanced phonology course because of your belief in my skill and yet when it comes to committing to a relationship, I'm suddenly incompetent."
"Nyot, -."
She continued as if he hadn't spoken.
"You've even defended that air headed Vulcan, T'Pring, after she jilted you for someone else because you chose a career in Starfleet, but I'm fickle! And wasn't your mother the same age as-!"
Spock grabbed her shoulders and gave a slight squeeze, silencing her.
"Nyota, you have made a valid point."
One corner of his mouth curved upward.
"In fact, you have made several."
She smiled unabashed and placed her hand over one of his.
"Spock, for me this is very simple. I love you and want to be with you for the rest of my life, but I need to know that you want to be with me as well. The choice is yours. Just tell me what you want."
Spock stared at her. From the moment they'd met, three years, one month and fourteen days ago, he'd engaged in a constant struggle to suppress his overly inquisitive nature where Nyota was concerned. It hadn't helped that she was one of his brightest students or that she had a genuine interest in learning more about the Vulcan language and culture than what was provided in the standard course curriculum. Nor had it helped, during her junior year, when she applied for and was granted the position of his academic aide. Try as he might, to maintain the rigid social boundaries of instructor and mentor, it was only a matter of time before they became friends. His admiration for the intelligent, charismatic and exceptionally beautiful Cadet Uhura, quickly grew into something more. Spock learned long ago to acknowledge his attraction to Nyota and keep it deeply submerged. He'd also accepted that she could never be more than his student, his aide or his friend; that she would never be simply his. Now, to suddenly find that she wished to be his mate brought forth a hunger for her the likes of which he'd never experienced. It was that hunger, that same desire that compelled him now.
"You are certain of this?"
She smiled and nodded.
"Yes."
"Then I declare kun-ut so'lik, a desire to become your mate."
Nyota leaned into Spock, slipping her arms back around his neck.
"And I accept."
She cupped his face, but suddenly leaned back, her brow knotted in confusion.
"I thought Vulcan's didn't celebrate their birthdays."
Spock blinked, fascinated by the frequency at which the Human female brain jumped from one topic to another.
"My mother derives pleasure from reminding me of my birth, I merely indulge her."
She grinned.
"Aww, that's so sweet."
He gave her a strange look, as she pulled him into another kiss.
******
Nyota stood under the warm spray of the shower and sighed. She'd had a long, nerve racking day and an unbelievable evening. She still couldn't believe that she and Spock were engaged and yet here she stood, showering in his personal quarters. After Spock's proposal and a brief conversation, Nyota returned to her dorm room to change clothes and pack a small bag. She left a note for Gaila, her roommate, explaining that something had come up and she would be away for a few days. Luckily, it was the weekend before Spring Break, so her leaving wouldn't cause concern. Nyota met Spock at a transport, which they took across town to his quarters. Once there, they shared an evening meal and talked about their future. It was decided that after graduation they would tell their parents of their engagement. No one else would be told until they chose a wedding date, which suited them perfectly, both preferring to keep their personal lives private. They also discussed their careers in Starfleet, family and children.
It was nearly eleven thirty when Nyota stepped into the shower and another fifteen minutes before she stepped out. After drying off, she rubbed on softly scented lotion, wrapped herself in a towel and went into the bedroom. She paused just inside the doorway, watching as a barefoot Spock took off his uniform jacket and under shirt. He glanced over his shoulder and then turned to face her. Nyota stared in awe, taking in Spock's tall, broad shouldered frame and long, lean muscles. A slight shadow of beard covered his lower jaw, giving him a slightly menacing look and a fine layer of hair covered his upper chest and lower forearms. At that moment, he looked completely alien, almost savage and sexy as hell.
Spock held out his hand and she crossed the room to his side, giving him hers. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before he spoke.
"Are you ready?"
Nyota nodded. Having never experienced a mind meld before, there was only so much she could do to prepare.
"Yes."
"Try to relax and close your eyes."
She did as instructed and felt Spock place his fingers on pressure points near her temple, cheek and chin.
"Breathe deeply and concentrate on the sound of my voice."
He recited the words of an old Vulcan ritual.
"As it was in the beginning, so shall it be now; two bodies, one mind. Parted from me and never parted. Never and always, touching and touched. Our minds and thoughts intertwined together, forever as one."
Nyota frowned as faint sounds and flashes of light filtered into her mind, suddenly forming another consciousness. She could hear Spock's voice and sense his presence in the innermost corners of her mind. Opening her eyes, she watched as his gaze darkened with need and became enveloped in his thoughts of possession and desire. Spock captured her lips in a fervent kiss and she moaned as her insides melted into liquid fire. He removed her towel, tossing it to the floor and turned laying her across the bed. As he covered her body with his own, Nyota gasped surprised by the heat that radiated from his skin. She watched as he slowly explored every detail of her body, anticipating her every want and using his mouth and hands to give her pleasure. She felt much like a Vulcan lute, responding to his gentle touch. As he played her notes, she sang beautifully and quivered like a tautly plucked string.
When Nyota reached for Spock, begging him to take her, he knew he'd performed well and allowed himself to revel in her gratitude. After removing his pants, he placed his knee between her thighs, spreading them wide and eased into the folds of her warmth. He grasped her thigh, lifting her leg higher and sank further still. Nyota arched off the bed, her body stretching to accept his full length. Spock rested his head against her chest. He could feel his control beginning to crack and fought to contain it, but was overwhelmed by a primal urge that would not be suppressed. He pulled back and thrust deeply, letting out a groan of pleasure.
Nyota felt as if she were on fire. With every thrust, Spock pumped more and more heat into her body until it threatened to consume her. Their combined pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, pulling her deeper into the flames of their passion. She knew she couldn't last much longer, but she didn't want to go alone. Nyota could feel Spock's mental and physical fight for control. She urged him to let go offering her love as a safety net when he fell. She brushed her lips against his ear and whispered softly.
"I love you."
Nyota wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips, squeezing her muscles tightly. He tried to stop her, but it was too late. She cried out as she climaxed, digging her nails into Spock's back. He stiffened, burying his face in her neck and groaned deeply. His whole body shook with the force of his orgasm.
Minutes later, Spock lifted onto his forearms and glanced down at Nyota. He suppressed the nearly overpowering urge to claim her again and moved to lie on his side. Instinctively she reached for him, resting her head on his chest and snuggling close to his warmth. Nyota rested with her eyes closed, mentally and physically spent. Spock studied her features closely, imprinting every curve and line into his memory. Her skin was flushed with a fine sheen of moisture that made it appear to glow and her lips parted in a sigh. She was vaksurik, beautiful, and she was his.
Spock's thoughts gave him pause. He realized that, somehow, Nyota had found a way to touch his heart; his true heart, his Vulcan heart. The heart that, though deeply buried under logic and reason, refused to be quelled. It recognized her as his true mate and, unlike T'Pring, vowed never to let her go.
******
Nyota woke the next morning to find Spock watching her. She propped up on her elbow and smiled.
"Good morning and Happy Birthday."
She saw something flicker deep within his eyes, but he blinked and it was gone.
"Thank you."
She caressed his cheek and was surprised by the depth of desire that flowed within him. Nyota sat up and leaned forward, giving him a full, deep kiss. She eased her hands under the covers and stroked him into a full erection. Pushing Spock down onto his back, she straddled his hips, taking all of him inside of her. Nyota slowly rotated her hips, noting the hitch in his breathing. She moved his hands from her waist to her breasts and slowly rose, before sliding down the length of him again. Spock clinched his jaw and closed his eyes.
"No, look at me."
He opened his eyes and they were black with desire. She smiled, enjoying the sensation of her pleasure combined with the heat of his. Knowing that he felt what she felt and saw what she saw only strengthened her desire to please him. Spock sat up capturing her mouth in a savage kiss and Nyota wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tightly as she rocked against him. He trailed kisses down the side of her neck, occasionally using his teeth to mark her. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, drowning out nearly all other sound, but there was one voice that he would hear no matter where he was.
"Spock!"
He and Nyota both froze and then turned to the display monitor across the room.
"Mother?"
"Oh, my god!"
Nyota tried to move, but Spock's hands tightened on her hips. Gritting his teeth, he smothered a groan of pleasure and stared at her intently, giving a slight shake of his head. Spock pulled the covers up to ensure she was properly covered and turned back to his mother. She gushed before he could speak.
"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday. I didn't expect to find you…engaged."
Amanda covered her mouth to hide her grin. She cleared her throat.
"Spock, please introduce me to your friend."
Nyota, whose face was buried in his neck, sat up and looked at him.
"Mother, may I present to you, Nyota Uhura. Nyota this is my mother, Amanda Grayson."
Amanda smiled, realizing the significance of what she was witnessing.
"It is lovely to meet you, Nyota. I look forward to when we may visit in person."
Nyota returned her smile.
"Thank you, Lady Grayson."
"Mother, Nyota is my-."
"Mate."
Amanda smirked knowingly at Nyota's surprised expression and Spock's lifted brow.
"I may be your mother, but you are most definitely your father's son. Random sexual acts would not be considered logical or acceptable, unless they were with your mate."
Amanda sighed in exasperation and shook her head. Like his father, Spock often felt the need to state the obvious.
"Nyota, you must call me Amanda and do not worry about today. I was merely surprised to find my son doing something so…Human."
Amanda and Nyota shared a grin.
"And I am happy to realize that he has such excellent taste. You are very beautiful. Now, I will leave you two in peace."
She leaned forward and touched her screen.
"Ever the proud mother, Spock."
He looked at the monitor, his gaze softening.
"Ever the dutiful son, Mother."
Amanda smiled.
"I love you."
The screen went black and he dropped his head on Nyota's chest. She caressed the back of his neck.
"Are you okay?"
He glanced up at her.
"Yes, I am well."
She rubbed her thumb against his cheek.
"If you want to stop, I understand."
Spock closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, they were as dark as midnight. He shifted his weight, pushing deeper into Nyota's warmth, sending shivers down her spine. He silently observed her reaction to his movement and did it again. When she opened her eyes, he was still staring at her.
"I have no desire to stop. Do you?"
She shook her head no, before he captured her lips in a passionate kiss and lowered them both to the bed.