3 Months Prior
The planet of Rivas 12 was a rocky mess. It didn't have the airy heat that Vulcan once did and it was dryer and had more sand than Earth's deserts. Spock and his team set up camp a few miles inland from the small cruiser that they'd used. It was a nice oasis, warm during the day time with a great fresh water source that glistened blue. During the first three weeks of their expedition, they traveled all over the course of a twenty-six mile radius, taking samples of sand and the few, yet various, existing flora.
It was a warm day, a day that reminded Spock of his time on Vulcan, when he started to notice Nurse Chapel. It wasn't that he started to notice Chapel extensively. For days he'd been feeling quite strange. His body had been betraying him, and his mind, no matter the meditation, had been falling on lusty thoughts. The first couple of days of being away from Uhura, he wrote her from the planet. He told her of the search and some of the other darker, more carnal thoughts he'd been thinking. It took three days for their messages to reach one another, but it was a constant that he couldn't live without. After the first two weeks, the Enterprise got so out of reach that it took their messages a whole week to reach one another. The last message that he received from her entailed all of the sexual things that she would do to him once he returned. He'd kept the letter and re-read it over and over again.
Spock wasn't one for self stimulation, but on this cold night in the desert, away from his ashayam, he felt the need to indulge his bodily and mental needs. He found his picture of Nyota that he kept in his bag, and pulled it out, imagining her in a wonderful state of undress. He closed his eyes and remembered all the times that she'd panted in his ear, begging him to give her release. He remembered her kisses against his face, his lips, the warmth and smell of Nyota, the feel of her body tightening around him. He was completely aroused, and took himself in his hand, squeezing his hard length in his hand and pull upward, imagining it to be Nyota.
Spock leaned back in his hard cot and continued to stroke himself, feeling himself shudder. He was so close to completion when the strange image of Nurse Chapel in her small Starfleet uniform. A small moment and he was spent, with the look of her creamy thighs spread in front of him, calling his name.
Two days later, Spock was infatuated, his body and mind completely distracted from the task at hand. It was later, after the past expedition that he started to feel the effects of the fever. He was irritable all that day, and when he saw Chapel he wanted to take her on the ground. He needed the hypo, so gathering up all of his strength and mental training; he walked to Chapel's tent and entered rather abruptly. She was sitting in her night clothes, which were a scant pair of thin linen shorts and a long-sleeved shirt. She was looking at a PADD until she saw Spock standing at her doorway.
"Christine, I am in need of those hypos that I entrusted you with," Spock said, his face flushing a deep green at the sight of her. She nodded her head and quickly grabbed her bag, prepping the hypo. He walked into her tent, watching her as she prepped the hypo, the sway of her hips, the curve of her breasts. She had such a different body than Nyota, yet not displeasing. She stepped towards him and plunged the hypo into his neck and instantly, Spock's pupils dilated, his skin flushed a deep green, and his heart started to beat in rapid succession. Suddenly, his mouth was on Chapels and she didn't resist. He was biting her, kissing her roughly, claiming her.
"Mr. Spock," she said, thru thrusts of his tongue into her mouth. She pulled away, her eyes wide.
"I need you," he almost growled. Christine stepped away from him, her eyes wide.
"This is not happening. I've wanted this, but…" She started, looking around strangely. He stalked towards her, his skin the deepest shade of green she'd ever seen him. He licked his lips and talked in a deep voice.
"Then let this happen," he said, ghosting a hand over her face, and reaching down to rip open her top, revealing soft, pale breasts.
"Spock," he stopped her with a bite to her pink nipple, and that was all it took. She drew his head further and allowed him to take all he wanted.
The next few days were insatiable. After those days, it became routine for them to spend time with one another. They were inseparable.
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Nyota was walking towards medical bay with only one intention. She was angry. Last night had been an unhappy ending and she had a woman that she had to confront. She took the turbo-lift quickly down, her steps steady, her cadence and gait strong. Anyone standing in her way would be a fool.
Upon reaching the medical bay, she sees only one woman. In the back of her mind, she sees McCoy tending to a patient, but she only has Chapel in her sights. The woman is standing at a computer, logging information about a patient, when Uhura comes behind her and pushes her almost completely over the desk.
"You bitch!" Uhura shouts and McCoy is quickly away from his patient and holding Uhura back, while another nurse is tending to Chapel.
"Oh Uhura, he told you," Chapel said from the ground.
"Yeah, he told me!" she says, pulling away from McCoy and slapping Chapel in the face.
"I'm sorry. It was an accident."
"Three months of an accident? Don't lie to me! You took advantage of him you lying little, sniveling snag!"
"Uhura you need to calm down," McCoy screamed.
"He came to me! He sought me out!"
"And you have no shame. You really are despicable."
"What is this about?" McCoy asked, letting go of Uhura, seeing that she'd calmed down.
"This is about your nurse, rutting for three months with my boyfriend like a dog in heat. You should be ashamed of yourself, Chapel. He was taken and you knew that. Despite all of your reservations, you've always wanted him and you took what you could get. You are the epitome of the word whore, and I hope for every night and every kiss that you took from me that you realize how low your are," Uhura said, straightening her uniform and her posture and strutting out of the medical bay as if this never happened.
She made it halfway down the hallway when she heard McCoy's footsteps.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked. She stopped, and turned into his arms. He embraced her and felt the tears falling. He ushered them into his office quickly, so that no one would see. He held her closer once they were behind closed doors.
"Oh Len," she said thru stray tears.
"That pointy-eared bastard, I'll tear him apart." She started to chuckle almost hysterically.
"There's no need. I'm sure news of this will reach him soon enough. I'm such a fool, acting like this. I just… I don't know what to do."
"Well, you can't work like this. I'm going to tell Kirk that you're unfit for duty. I want you to report to your quarters and take a day off. I'll come check on you periodically, is that clear?"
"Len, really, it's not necessary."
"No, it is. You jumped my assistant. I don't think you'll be able to perform your duties. That's not a request; it's most definitely an order. If not, I'll have to report you to security and they'll take you to the brig for assaulting a fellow officer. It's either being confined to your quarters with a mysterious, mind-altering fever, or assault, which one do you want?" Len said with all seriousness.
"Walk me back to my quarters?" she shrugged.
"After you." The walk back to her quarters was silent and pensive. Nyota had many times where she held back the tears and anger that threatened to consume her. Upon reaching her quarters, Len walked her in and poured her a drink, sitting and waiting for her to speak.
"You want to talk about it?" he asked finally.
"Not really. I just want to curl up and die."
"How did it happen? Surely, Spock is capable of self-control."
"The hypos didn't work. He went into Pon Farr."
"Damn. Nyota, I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault."
"And it's not yours either. Don't forget that," he said taking the rest of her drink away from her. He pulled a hypo spray from his bag and gave it to her. She eyed him warily.
"This will help you sleep. You need it. And if you need me, don't hesitate to ask. And try not to beat up anymore of my staff. I need them, even if they are whores." Nyota smiled at his words and Len was glad that he could make her smile.
"Thank you, Len," she said thru a yawn. He walked towards the doorway to her quarters and let himself out.
"Anytime, Nyota, anytime."