Let's Go Thataway!
Chapter Two - Setting Things Up
Enterprise
Late July 2263
Spock
They met in the mess hall for breakfast, of course, all the senior staff who were on board. There were more people in the mess hall for breakfast than there had been for supper. Jim told everyone to check out their own departments before coming to the bridge for a brief run-through of all the new stuff. After lunch they would have new staff members reporting in who would need to be interviewed and given assignments. The next day would be the first official senior staff meeting and they would open the new orders then. Everyone left the mess hall, heading in many different directions.
Spock reached the science lab and opened the door with his code. He entered and looked around. There were indeed some new instruments. He went from one to the next, looking them over, testing the ones he could. He was so intrigued with what he found that he almost forgot to go up to the bridge.
Nyota
Nyota found the communications lab already open. Her second and third in command were already there, going through all the new gear. She came and peeked over their shoulders and they eagerly showed her what they had found. Then she wandered into her office and briefly leafed through the bios of the new staff members she would be getting. She turned and headed back up to the bridge, telling her staff where she was going.
Scotty
Scotty was hip-deep in an auxiliary engine casing when the alarm he had set himself went off. Very reluctantly he laid down his tools and went to wash the lubricant off before heading to the bridge.
Bones
McCoy ranged around the expanded sick bay, admiring all the new equipment. He rubbed his hands together gleefully, eager for a chance to put it all to use. When he had seen it all once, he went into his office and looked over the detail sheets for his new medical personnel. He was getting some good people. He noticed that there were a number of promotions due as well. One was for Jabilo M'Benga. Very good. That doctor was worth his weight in gold.
He also found the paperwork separating the day care center from the Medical Department and assigning it to the new Education Department. Excellent. He could quit worrying about that stuff.
Chekov and Sulu
When Jim got to the bridge he found his Chief Navigator and Pilot at their stations, eagerly going over the new instrumentation. First one and then the other would exclaim over something and then both would examine it in minute detail. He hung over their shoulders for a few minutes and then shook his head, going to sit in the command chair and look at the new button panels on the arms.
The Usual Cast of Suspects
One by one, the remainder of the bridge crew wandered in, settled down at their work stations, and began to seriously examine the changes to their consoles. At 1000, Jim stood up and demanded everyone's attention. "Okay, let's start with the front console. Gentlemen, tell us what's new and what's great about it."
They were so eager that they interrupted each other and had to be told 'one at a time'. After they were finished, Jim started around the edge of the room, stopping at each console to question the person sitting there. When he had been all the way around, he stepped to the front of the bridge, just in front of the main viewscreen. "Well, we've got some good new stuff. Let us just hope it helps us kick the bad guys' asses just enough faster to keep us out of trouble. Okay, break for lunch, then back to your own departments for the rest of the day. Be sure to assign all your new people. We open our orders in the morning and start standing regular watches. Thanks, people." And he headed straight for the turbolift doors, everyone trailing after.
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They met again in the mess hall at supper time. All personnel had checked in, been given their new assignments and assigned to quarters where necessary. Everyone had a shift assignment and standard shifts started tomorrow morning. They were ready for whatever their orders were.
Spock and Nyota
They were slowly getting used to their new quarters. Tonight they had even gotten off on the correct deck the very first time. But tomorrow would begin with regular shifts and regular duties and new orders. Tonight was still free time. Spock looked around the living area. There were still many places they had not 'indulged' in. Perhaps tonight was the tonight to correct that. He watched Nyota cross the living area, into the bedroom and on into the bathroom. It took him only a moment to disrobe, fold his clothing, and prepare himself. He closed his eyes and imagined her, bare and ready for him, her lovely scent filling his nose. He felt himself swell, ready to please her. When he heard the door to the bathroom open, he opened his eyes partway and moved just enough to put him in her line of sight.
When Nyota saw Spock, she stopped dead in her tracks. He stood there, in the middle of the living area, arms at his sides, fully engorged. She stared at him, slowly licked her lips, and began to undress, dropping her clothing at her feet. She raised her arms up over her head, lifting her breasts and making her nipples jut out at him, and released her hair from the tight ponytail, letting it fall about her shoulders.
Spock growled at her, low and husky. She moved toward him, slowly, until she was standing so close they were almost touching. She tilted her chin up and looked him in the eyes. "Was there something you wanted?"
His hands grasped her hips and lifted her in the air, until her core was level with his face. She swung her legs up over his shoulders and he pulled her closer, until his mouth hovered over her. "This." And he began to feast.
She moaned and pushed her hips toward his mouth, her hands finding his ears, stroking, teasing. He growled at her again, the sound vibrating against her sensitive tissues, and arousing her even more. Soon she emitted a high pitched wail and convulsed about him. He slipped her legs off his shoulders and let her slide down his body, leaving a trail of wetness down his chest and abdomen. He cradled her in his arms and began to nibble on her neck and ears, causing her to moan at him again. He backed up until he came to the chairs sitting around the small table. Reaching behind him, he turned one chair around and sat down on it, spreading his knees wide. He lifted her up again and slowly lowered her until their bodies were so very close together. His breath hissed between his teeth as she tightened around him, squeezing tightly. She held his shoulders tightly and began to move upon him, her thighs braced over his, his hands under her bottom, supporting. She moaned and sighed and wailed at him, and then she leaned forward and bit his neck, hard, making him surge up against her and empty himself with a loud growl. She leaned against him, panting hard. "Let me catch my breath, Spock."
"Why should I do that?" his mouth was busy again, nibbling on her ears, the sides of her neck, her collarbones.
She whispered in his ear and he jerked to attention. "Yes, you will need for breath for that." He drew in a deep breath, trying to control himself. "Nyota, I...ah, please, Nyota."
She pointed to the soft rug in the center of the room and he was instantly up out of the chair, sprawled flat on his back on the rug, with her poised above him. She knelt on his chest, one knee on each side of his body. With fingers and lips and teeth and tongue she caressed his ears until he groaned with deep arousal. And then she brought one hand to her mouth and began to tantalize his fingers. He writhed beneath her, almost beyond control, until she moved down his body and slowly lowered herself onto his straining lok. She took the other hand then and began to lavish it as well, going from one to the other while she slowly rocked back and forth. He held back as long as he could, then roared at her and thrust high, filling her body with his hot semen.
She leaned over and laid her head down on his chest. He wrapped his arms about her. "I believe I am entirely finished for the night." His voice was slightly shaky.
"Oh, that's good, because I think I'm going to be asleep in about two minutes."
He chuckled softly into her hair. "Perhaps we ought to find the bed then."
"Has it moved?"
"No, k'diwa, it is still in the same place." He struggled upright, carrying her with him and staggered into the bedroom, flipping the covers back and setting her down on the far side of the bed. She rolled onto her side and gave a great sigh as he lay down behind her, pulling the covers up as he molded his body to hers. He slid his arm around her, his hand splaying out over her midriff and they both descended into sleep before the covers had quite settled down.