This story was originally posted with some other fluff. I have expanded it and decided to bring it out on its 'own'.
The Show
Of course, her Vulcan bondmate would never have defined their 'discussion' as an argument, because Vulcans do not argue, they state the logical facts, possibly their equally logical solution to a problem and then the subject is 'dropped'. The discussion had started after Spock had revealed to Nyota that she did not possess the ability to send refined or detailed messages through their bond. Of course, Nyota heartedly disagreed and challenged Spock. What is probably unknown is how seriously a Vulcan takes such a confrontational act.
Spock first reply to his bondmate's test of wills occurred during a bridge staff mid-week meeting. As Nyota sat with her eyes on the captain, suddenly through their bond was a visual of the most adorable kitten, added to the visual was the sound of it's purring, heard of course, only by her. The final picture sent was of the kitten who looked up to reveal it's blue eyes and then linked her face.
How could she keep a straight face even as the captain was discussing the possibility of serious problems with the inhabitants of the planet they were now orbiting.
Her husband's next onslaught took place as she was walking to mess. She knew he was already there seated at a table with her lunch placed neatly in front of the empty seat that was facing him. He was awaiting her arrival as her mind was flooded with a vision of a dancing crested cockatoo. She recognized the music as an ancient Vulcan chant. The bird's feet were moving to the beat, his head was going from side to side as his crest furled and unfurled.
As she seated herself facing Spock she said,
"Very funny Spock."
His right eyebrow raised and then he replied,
"This is a scientific study based on my estimation of the strength of our bond. My Vulcan abilities normally should surpass your own and that fact should really be readily accepted by yourself. There is no shame attached to the recognition of that which has been studied and proven. It would appear that it would be prudent that we now drop the subject…or as I prefer to call it, the study.
Nyota, quoting from an unknown source simply said,
"I will not go quietly into the night."
Spock tilted his head to the right, analyzed her reply, and then said,
"That is your decision?"
"Yes, although my abilities might not be superior to yours, I will prove to you that not only can my messages be detailed, they can last over an extended period of time."
As Nyota brought a spoonful of yogurt to her mouth, before her was a puppy slobbering all over her face. Dropping her spoon she eyed Spock and said,
"That took my appetite."
He replied,
"That was not my intention, I thought you liked puppies, kittens and birds."
"The real ones Spock, the real ones, and not ones in competition for my food."
With that she stood to leave and he now sent her a vision of their last 'romantic' evening. Although it was not his intent, it was that last message that planted the seed in her mind that would allow her to prove her point.
She arrived at their rooms twenty minutes before Spock was scheduled to appear, just enough time to set the stage and make her plan a reality.
When he entered he called for her and she answered from inside the sanitary facility. Once, by his movements she determined he was out of uniform, and dressed in his robe she sent her first picture message to him which stopped him in his tracks, and caused him to shake his head as if to clarify his thoughts.
The picture he received was Nyota in the sanitary facility with the door locked in front of the large wall mirror. Nyota was dressed in a dress that Spock had indicated was 'his favorite', a gold backless dress with matching elbow length gloves. She also was wearing a gold knit bolero jacket.
Nyota had brought in a portable music unit and turned on the music before she sent Spock a picture of how she looked with her back reflected in the mirror. The music that could be heard through the door was a song originally used by females who made a living removing their clothing as a form of entertainment;
Da da da da, da, da da da d.
With every drum beat Nyota gyrated her hips and she had raised her gloved hands up above her head. She heard the rustle of his robe as he swiftly walked to the door and tested the lock.
"Will you not open the door for me, My Nyota."
She did not answer but instead sent the picture of her starting to remove her gloves one finger at a time and he could see her reflection as she licked her lip, while doing so. With expressive gestures she tossed first one then the other glove behind her. She then turned around and slowly removed the gold bolero pulling it down off her shoulders with a side to side motion. Her purpose was to expose the lack of covering on her back. Even though her back was to the mirror she had kept her eyes on it the entire time in order to transmit the picture to a now quite tortured bondmate on the opposite side of the door.
Spock turned the door knob again as he visualized his aduna seat herself on the dressing table bench and turned the split in her dress so as to access the top of her patterned stockings. She lifted her legs so she could view her shoes, his favorite pair, the red heels. Lowering them to the floor she toed them off and then picked up one then the other and tossed them over her shoulder with great abandon. She heard the door knob being tested again.
Slowly reaching up her thigh she started rolling down her stocking on her right leg. As she bent forward her hair cascaded down in front of her. Her message continued as she performed the same service on her left leg. After she had removed both stocking she then stood and turned to expose her back again and reached up to her shoulder and brought the dress down to her elbow on both sides all the while smiling into the mirror.
"Ashyam will you not PLEASE open for me?"
"You must say the magic words."
"My Nyota, work performs miracles, words do not."
"In your case they could."
There was a slight lull and then Spock's question,
"Are you referring to a retraction of my original estimation of your abilities in transmitting information to me through our bond?"
"What do you think Spocky?"
The male of every already discovered species seemed to have a problem with their admitting the possibility of error. For that reason Nyota continued her visual through their bond which included the revelation that there was nothing between her body and the provocative gown.
She heard him approach the door and finally say,
"Nyota, I believe that I spoke prematurely in evaluating your ability in the proficient use of our bond."
On the other side of the door Nyota added,
"...And?..."
"For my incorrect estimation I do apologize."
"…And…"
"You have demonstrated extraordinary abilities in this area of communication."
"Apology accepted," was Nyota's reply
Spock turned the doorknob in expectation of finding a semi-dressed aduna, instead before him was Nyota fully clothed. Her cautionary message was,
"Be careful Spock, I do not wish anything to happen to our favorite dress."
Her message slowed our repentant husband down a bit, just a small bit. After all, what is more focused on a task then a Vulcan bondmate that realized the wonder of make-up… you know….