Secret Rendezvous
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just writing for the hell of it.
The Challenge: 250-500 words, Rated PG13-M, Star Trek (My friend got tired of me complaining about having trouble focusing to write, so she dared me to start meeting challenges that she'd give me. I doubt that any of these will be more than oneshots, will be all sorts of fandoms. Expect a new one, with the Challenge listed on top every so often.)
They both knew this shouldn't happen. Not that it really mattered; this wasn't the first time they had found themselves locked in lust's embrace. Neither would call it love. He was in love with Nyota Uhura. He just found himself needing, yearning for her touch. She knew he belonged to another, at least in the bright lights of what passed for day aboard the Enterprise. In the dim of the night, when the bright florescent lights were reduced to aid the circadian rhythms of those aboard, he would leave Uhura and her flamboyant personality for the quiet, intense passion of Celene's embrace.
She knew she should tell him no. She should change the code to her door, find a man who would stand at her side. A man who wasn't ashamed of what they shared. A man who wouldn't expect her to remain passively in the shadows while he professed his love to another. And yet, every time she thought that it would be the last time she allowed herself the pleasure of his touch, she was the one to ask when he would return. It didn't seem to matter; she knew she should tell him no, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
He knew he shouldn't be there. He shouldn't be willing to risk Nyota discovering that another had captured his interest and inflamed his passion. He knew that if these late-night betrayals were to come to light, he would lose her, and the respect of those around him. It was a lie of omission, and Vulcans did not lie. But he was not fully Vulcan, and humans were less in control of their emotions. It was only when he found himself in front of her quarters, the dimness of night overhead, that he allowed his emotions free reign.
The first time they had been together, on an away mission while caught in a storm, had been unintentional. They had both been soaked to the bone, and had undressed most of the way to allow their clothing to dry. Neither had any idea that the tiny lichens providing the modest amount of light that allowed them to see to start a fire also filled the air with spores. Spores that proved to act as an aphrodisiac to both human and Vulcan systems, and the fire acted in concert with them to speed absorption. Before either could stop to think, their lips had crashed together. Underclothes, the only thing either was still wearing, were shredded as they were ripped away; the need for skin-to-skin contact was too great to fight. He took her, that first time, against the semi-smooth wall of the cave.
But the cave's spores couldn't be blamed for the next time, or the dozens of times after that. They both knew that the responsibility for their continued rendezvous lay squarely on their own shoulders. But, as reason and good intentions gave way to passion, neither one could be bothered to care. This was their secret.