Author's Note: Okay, I can do this. Writing for these two is harder than I thought it would be but other than a few minor details (thanks for bringing them up, you guys), I think that chapter 1 was an overall win.
To address a concern,I will change my formatting for this story and probably continue it with any new ones. It does read a bit better and it's easier for me to do revisions. Now, for the story. It's time to start bringing in other characters and in this chapter, it's Gaila. If I ever manage to find a friend like her, I'll hold on tight. Plus, the seed is starting to take root in our heroes' minds, leading to a bit of angst.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
"Okay, I can't stay out too long. I have to get to bed soon." she warned as they got a table.
"Yay, Nyota!" her best friend cheered, indicating that she took it in the wrong context.
"Not that kind of bed! I have to get up earlier because I have a job!" she clarified between laughs.
"Oh…well, still yay! Tell me everything!"
Nyota smiled and sipped at her lemonade, gearing up for a long conversation.
Gaila was her polar opposite. Loud, bold, and no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh. On paper, they were never supposed to get along. Yet, they had become fast friends and Nyota considered her to be the sister she never got to have. The Orion woman was very insightful when it came to emotional matters and she had even helped her out with a few persistent pursuers. Cadet Jamison still winced every time she came near…
"It's a student aide job for Commander Spock. He offered me the position this morning and Ellsworth gave it the green light."
Gaila grinned and asked, "Commander Spock? Isn't that the sexy Vulcan?"
Well, he was Vulcan but she didn't know much about sexy. She had been a little too focused on not killing him to take a good look at first.
Her mind went through the fantastic lesson from earlier and then focused on him, trying to figure out where sexy came into play.
He had the long lean body of a swimmer or maybe a runner. His skin was a healthy pale, which was surprising since Vulcan was a desert planet, and his hair was the color of ink, soft looking. An image of her fingers gripping it as they kissed made her shiver slightly, something Gaila picked up on immediately.
"So, you did notice. Can't blame you. That man is a sexy beast. I just want to nibble on his ears…"
"Gaila!" she hissed, noticing a few curious glances toward their table.
"…and his lips. They look like they'd be sweet…"
Nyota blushed as she thought of the pale pink lips on her skin, burning her to the core.
Quickly, she took another drink of her lemonade, almost draining the glass.
"…and he'd be a God in bed. Smart boys do it best. They have more time to plot their courses, so to speak…" Gaila told her with a dreamy smile.
"Okay, can we eat now?! Here, let's share an entrée. You pick." Uhura cut off while almost throwing the menu at her, not needing the images of a hot, sweaty Vulcan sex god in her head.
Too late.
"Vulcan dipped in chocolate." Gaila replied with a predatory grin.
Nyota put her head on the table, ignoring her friend's laughter to mull over this new development. She was starting to have a crush on her professor/boss/superior officer, a person who she would have to work with every day for at least a year. Not only was he all of that, he was Vulcan, making any chance of him feeling the same way less than nil.
This was not good.
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He could not focus.
Spock had been attempting to meditate for the last hour but it was just not happening. It was odd. He hadn't had problems the night before. What was different about tonight?
An image entered his mind and he forced it out, getting his answer: Cadet Uhura.
He did not understand. He had encountered other intelligent females during his time on Earth. He had also met many that could be considered beautiful, especially during his travels with his parents. As he thought more on the matter, he realized that he had never met one who could balance beauty and intelligence so perfectly.
With that in mind, he stood, looking down at the grounds at night. Many cadets were out, probably looking for a bar to indulge in drunken debauchery. A crowd was flowing out of a nearby restaurant and his sharp eyes picked her out with an Orion female, obviously laughing at something she said. Although her mouth was covered by her hand, he could see the mirth and joy within her gaze. The unknown emotion from the morning returned stronger than ever and it took all of his discipline not to succumb to it. What was it? Not knowing was beginning to wear on him.
She glanced at a nearby chronometer and sobered, her eyes widening in alarm. She grabbed her friend's arm and bolted. Spock checked and saw that it was 22:45. If the young women continued their rapid pace, they would return to their dorm with 15 seconds to spare. He knew the consequences of being caught out after curfew and he hoped that she…they…would be spared the experience.
Why he cared was yet another fact beyond his understanding. She was a cadet, one out of 9850. What made her special enough to occupy his thoughts and disturb his mind? Was he becoming…attracted to her? Attached to her? Was that it? It couldn't be!
It was most illogical. He had only known the woman for a day. She was his student. It was against numerous regulations to become emotionally involved with her. It could not happen.
Unconsciously, he rubbed the skin on his right wrist, still feeling the ghost of her touch, her mind...
Regardless of the facts and the lack of logic, Spock feared that it may have already happened.
Now, how was he going to deal with it? Would he deal with it at all?
With a very human like sigh, he moved away from the window, intending to brew some tea and grade papers.
Obviously, he would not be resting tonight.
