Sexual themes in this chapter, not appropriate for young children. Enjoy.
All she could do was look away, she had seen them make up and it seemed as though Spock was happy with the woman. So, T'Androma left, briskly walking to her lab, which is where she currently was residing. She didn't let anyone in, didn't respond to anyone when they sent her messages on her PADD. She was consumed in her work, the only way she coped with heart break, another was eating chocolate items, but she needed a break through with the Red Matter. She didn't need Spock, their past didn't matter to her, and nothing mattered but her work.
She would occasionally step out into the decontamination room to replicate herself a salad and some water and eat it on the small table she had also replicated, but that was the only time she had stopped focusing on her work.
T'Androma hadn't slept for almost a week, hadn't done anything but focus on the Red Matter. The only way she would stop, is if the Captain gave a direct order for her to do so, she wouldn't listen to anyone else.
She swallowed as she took the big needle and slowly stuck it into the red jell-like substance, pulling out one drop. She then stuck it into a vacuum, not the one's human's had used to clean their houses, but a space with no oxygen. She then sealed the chamber that was reinforced with the strongest material to withstand a black hole, and turned on the container the droplet was held in.
Startled when a voice rang through her head, she cleared it away and ignored the voice, and wrote noted in her PADD as she observed that a small black hole formed and quickly disappeared. She smiled broadly, it was the first time one had appeared, and she was excited. She quickly wrote equations, and materials, and so many other things on her PADD. T'Androma quickly made sure that all her equipment was shut down and the black hole had completely dissipated, before leaving the lab and waiting out the decontamination before taking her suit off and sighing.
Before doing anything else, she picked through a salad that she replicated quickly and hardly ate, before giving herself a remote sonic shower that was mostly used in the medical bay, and slipped into her science uniform. She braided her hair and wrapped it into a bun and fastened it using some clips. She slipped on her black heels, which she preferred over the boots when walking around the ship, and then grabbed her notes and left her lab that she hadn't left for almost a week and a half.
T'Androma made quick work of making her way up to command center. She prepared herself, before asking permission to step inside, which she was granted by a very surprised Kirk.
"I haven't seen you around, Doctor, do you need anything?" Kirk looked at her slightly worn form, he was pretty sure why she locked herself up inside the room, but he wouldn't bring it up unless she came to him.
"It is not that I need anything, but, more of I have made progress with developing the Red Matter, and I was not sure who to share it with. May I have a few moments, Captain?" The female Vulcan stated, and then asked. She didn't want to talk to the male Vulcan, for she was angry and hurt by him, not that she really would admit it. Maybe asking Kirk about it would help her out a bit, he did fool around with women a lot, but she suspected the Captain had been hurt years before by someone of the female gender.
"Sure, Doctor," Kirk stood and stretched, his shift was basically over anyways, and if they needed him, they could page him. "How about the mess hall, does that work?"
"It does, Captain," The woman responded, holding her PADD a little tighter in her hand as she saw Spock enter from the lift. "Shall we then?"
Kirk nodded slowly, noticing how tense she got when Spock entered. Everyone in command center felt the tension both caused by the both of them, and it only grew stronger as the both of them gave each other unemotional stares. Taking the lead, Kirk ushered T'Androma to the lift, his hand on her back and leading her there.
Her hands were in fists and she stopped the lift as soon as the doors were closed, to everyone's relief in command center, except for the Vulcan male who stared a little longer than the rest at the closing lift doors.
"Captain," The woman said, her voice slipping from her normally calm voice. Kirk didn't know what to do; he just stared at her for a bit before answering.
"Yes, T'Androma?" He finally said, watching her face contort into pain and sadness.
"Can I cry on your shoulder?" she asked, tears filling her eyes and threatening to spill over. "Just this once; I just need someone."
He nodded and opened his arms for her to come to him. She complied and hugged him and silently cried on his shoulder. "I-I thought we had something, Jim. I know I'm acting like an emotional female human, but, but when I saw him with Nyota, my chest, it hurt badly."
"I'm sure you know that's heartbreak," Kirk thought for a moment. "How about I take you to your room and show you how most human girls deal with heartbreak?"
T'Androma nodded and stepped away from the man with a small smile on her face. "Thank you, Jim. You will always be a good friend in my heart."
"It's no problem at all," Kirk said with a grin and started the lift again. T'Androma was grateful to the Captain, he knew about her feelings for Spock since he joined the academy and was in her class. Despite her being older than him, he thought of her more as a younger sister. A smarter, older sister, but the relationship was like that. She had lost everything and just needed a friend, she could have had plenty, but she saw great potential in the man next to her, and she smiled to herself. Knowing deep down, he was hurt, maybe not for the same reasons, but, she knew he also lost everything too. And it was probably why she felt a connection to the Captain, it was nothing romantic or sexual in any sort, but it was a friendship.
She continued to think about how everyone on this ship lost something, or wanted to be great and accomplish something, or wanted to prove someone wrong. Everyone wanted to be strong in their own way, to defeat their foes, to be great. And that is why the crew of the Enterprise was one of the best, because everyone strived to be great, to be their best, and to try even if it cost them their lives.
"Captain," T'Androma said holding out her PADD to him. "Could you give this to Spock, he is my coworker, and will need this information. I can manage myself from here; I know how to mend my heart."
Kirk noticed something in her eyes, like she realized something that needed to be done. It was intense and passionate, and he knew she would be okay from the moment he saw it. "Alright," Kirk responded, taking the PADD and watching her give a small wave before stopping at the floor where her lab and room was. She stepped out and watched the doors close before going to her room.
She entered her code and walked in and let the door close behind her. She programmed the computer to allow Jim and Spock to enter. Turning towards her room, it was like a small apartment with one bedroom and a bathroom. There was a small kitchenette when she wanted to actually make something that wasn't replicated. She walked towards the bag that was on the floor, still full of its content. She took out a nightgown that went to her knees and had spaghetti straps. It had lace trimming on the bottom and on the neckline. Her mother had convinced her to get it when she was last on Earth with father to visit some extended family of hers.
Her mom was a humorous woman, in her own way. Her mother told her that her future husband, who her mother knew would end up being Spock, it was her intuition that told her that, would love to see her in skimpy little outfits and clothes. Her mother also informed her that role-playing with men aroused them; her father was one of those men. Her mother laughed at her daughters discussed facial expressions and her green face and ears.
T'Androma laughed lightly as she saw those things her mom had helped her pick out. She missed her mom terribly; her father too, even if he was hard on her, he just wanted her to fit in with the rest of the Vulcan children. When she heard the news, it was raining on Earth; it fit the mood she felt. She just sat on a bench, the rain had long since drenched her body, and watched cadets run around trying to get out of the rain.
She remembered sitting there for hours, not thinking, not doing anything, just, numb. She was numb and emotionless, and didn't care. T'Androma had stood up from her place on the bench as the sun started to rise, and just walked back to her room and replicated a knife and stared at it for hours, days, weeks, she couldn't remember how long it was she stared at it. But it felt like an eternity passed before she threw it in the trash. She didn't feel her fever or her drowsiness; she just kept on with life and taught her classes with no emotions registering on her face. It wasn't until her world went black when she was in the middle of teaching that she noticed her failing health.
She had woken up about a week later, to a familiar voice, but she didn't place it, for she was delirious, but now that she thought about it, she was sure it was Spock. He was her emergency contact, one of them at least, if things went south for her. He was the only one left for her, she had no one but him left. And the fact that she didn't truly have him made her all the more lonely.
T'Androma slowly unpacked her bag, putting her books on the small book shelf in the corner of the living area. She hung up the picture of her and her parents by the book shelf and put the bear from the picture on top of the shelf. It was still in very good condition, considering how old it was. She never let anything happen to it.
She hung a picture of her parents together during Christmas on the wall, one of her and her mother on T'Androma's first trip to space in a shuttle, and the last of Spock and her in their school uniforms on the first day of going to school. She smiled and went back to the bedroom and replicated a frame for the picture of them looking at the flower, she put it in the frame and stood it up on her nightstand.
Walking to her bag, she unpacked her clothes and put them away in there respected areas before picking up her nightgown and a pair of underwear, she went to the bathroom to take a sonic shower. She slipped into her clothes and turned the heat up in her room to match that similar to Vulcan, and she smiled happily before going into the kitchenette to make herself a salad and some slightly spicy tomato soup.
When she was about to finish she heard her doorbell ring, and she turned off her small stove and moved the soup to the counter and went to her door. She opened it and saw the person she really didn't want to see, but let him in anyways.
Spock stepped in and locked her door behind him. He could smell the faint smell of tomato and pepper, a smell he missed. "What do you want?" T'Androma asked in a rather harsh tone.
"To discuss your findings," Spock responded, and watched her go to her kitchenette and grabbed her soup and salad and put it on the small table in the opposite corner of the bookshelf where he saw the bear he remembered giving her. "I read over them and found everything was logical, I came to return your PADD, T'hy'la."
She frowned deeply at him, and slapped him across the face. He was completely shocked at this as he saw tears stream down her face. She was hurt. He could tell by the feelings she transferred. He held a hand up to his cheek and touched it. It stung.
"Don't call me that," T'Androma said in a shaky voice. "You don't deserve to call me that you, you, you jerk!"
He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. She tried to push him away, but he held her tightly too him, and she gave up and cried into his strong chest. "Nyota and I agreed it was best to separate. That was a day after you saw us together. I tried to contact you, but you refused contact with anyone. You completely blocked off our connection and ignored my pleading."
"I was hurt," She stepped away and looked at the picture of them on the wall. "I was not ready to face you. I did not want to hear what you had to say. My emotions clouded my logic, and I worried many people. I am sorry."
"T'hy'la," He kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair. It was messy and had knots in it. "Allow me to brush your hair as you eat."
She nodded and sat in the chair in front of her food and he went to get her hair brush. It was on her nightstand where the picture was, and he let out a small smile. She really did care for him. He walked back to her and slowly and gently brushed her long hair. She stopped eating when he finished. She looked at the rest of her soup and put it in the spot next to her. "I saw you looking at it earlier, please eat it."
He sat next to her in the other chair and ate the rest quietly as she finished her salad. "You make very good food, T'hy'la." He said softly, watching her form watching him.
"You always say that," She responded, picking up the plate and bowl and washing them before putting them away. She took after her mother's habits of not replicating food. She preferred fresh things.
"I should take my leave, I would not want to intrude on you," Spock stood and made his way to the door, before small, slender arms wrapped themselves around his body.
"I would like you to stay," T'Androma stated, timidly. She placed her head on his back and sniffed him. He still had that earthy, spice smell that she loved. "Just for tonight, please."
Kirk had advised Spock about how to deal with T'Androma. So far, she had reacted as he said she would. A little more violent, but he was still right. "I will get some clothes, and I will be back in ten minutes." T'Androma felt herself smile and she let go and watched him walk out.
As soon as the door swooshed shut, she went to her bed and replicated another pillow for him and added it to the side she didn't use. She fixed the bed so it was a little neater and lit an incense that smelled fruity and intoxicating and blew out the flame and placed it in the box she had and watched the smoke drift up before going to her dresser and looking at the sexy underwear her mother told her to get.
Biting her lip, she picked out a jade green completely lace pair, her mother called it a thong, she remembered. Her ears and cheeks turned a deep shade of green before slipping the pair she had on off and replacing it with the pair in her hands. She had worn them before, but only around her room. The fact that Spock might see them made her a bit nervous, but the purpose of them was to arouse the opposite sex, so that is what she would try to do.
She put her other pair in a laundry basket and went to the couch where she saw her PADD and decided to go through her messages. One was from the other her, and it was recent, from only an hour or so ago. It read:
You may or may not have some fun tonight for the first time since your childhood.
It was vague, but so much like what she would leave herself. She wondered what her future self meant. There were two from Jim and Bones, and the other five or so were from Spock. She kind of wish she read before she stayed in that room for as long as she did.
Jim and Bones both asked how she was doing and if she needed anything then to ask. But Spock more or less said he wanted to see her, and had some things they needed to discuss. She put the PADD on its charger and sat on the chair in the corner and told the computer to dim the lights. She put her right leg over her left, causing the bottom of her nightgown to slip down her leg, not that she noticed.
Space was so broad and wide, she just stared out her window as they traveled to look for life. She didn't notice the door open and close and lock. Or that her T'hy'la slowly walked over to her. But she did notice when he ran his fingers over her shoulder affectionately.
Slowly, she turned her head towards him. She moved her hand to his face and slowly traced her finger over his lips. He moved her hand and stood her up and led her to her room. He picked her up and put her on the bed. She watched him strip out of his clothes from today and change into only sweat pants. She felt slightly aroused watching him, but ignored the feeling and crawled into bed, hiding her face and ears.
Feeling the other side of the bed move, she turned towards the man and sat up a bit. "Spock?"
"Hmm?" he responded, pulling her close to him. Moving his hand from her back downwards, he realized he didn't feel extra fabric as he reached the bottom of her ass. He raised a brow at her and her cheeks turned green as well as her ears.
Thinking quickly, she leaned over and kissed him as the humans would, and he moved so he was over her body, her legs went around his waist and pulled him closer to her body. Spock let out a low groan as he felt something grow in his pants, he couldn't control the lust he felt for the woman under him, and it seemed she felt the same.
Spock kissed and bit lightly on T'Androma neck as he snaked his hand up her nightgown, feeling her shiver under his touch. A small breathy moan escaped her lips as he felt the warm, squishy mound that was now being squeezed slightly by his hand. She was complete putty under his touch, and both of them knew it.
Blushing, T'Androma moved her hands to his bare chest and slowly worked her way down to his sweats. Her fingers worked their way under the hem and she grinned at the Vulcan man above her. "It's on," He growled against her neck.
"Bring it," She responded, the grin still on her face. He made quick work of the silky nightgown and she wondered how he moved her hands so quickly away from him, but she didn't get to ponder long as a wet appendage made its way from her neck to her breasts and she let out a gasp at the hot breath rolling over said mounds.
Her breasts were about average, if not a little larger, and Spock rather liked that. He felt her gasp again as he licked her perky nipple. She tried to move her hands to get back at him, but he pinned them above her head. "Your body is amazing, T'Androma." He said lowly, his voice husky and lustful.
"Thank you, Spock. But you haven't seen everything yet," she grinned at him, and he understood. His eyes traveled down her body, lingering on her supple breasts before moving down more. His eyes widened and he felt himself grow harder the longer he stared at her. He figured she would be more modest, but apparently she wasn't.
Taking his surprise as an opportunity, T'Androma flipped their position and straddled his hips. She could feel how hard he had become in the short amount of time they had been in bed. "I bet Kirk was telling you how tonight was going to end, am I right Spock?" She asked, her voice teasing. He nodded, staring at her body. "You didn't believe him, am I right?" He nodded again, liking her dominance over him. She ran her hands over his muscular chest, and his body tensed slightly. Her touch tingled and was full of lust, but also love, which he enjoyed very much.
He let her have her fun for a bit, thinking she had the upper hand, but quickly changed the odds as he flipped her back over. She arched her back slightly as she reached down to the thong that covered her very wet womanhood. She slowly slipped them off as he watched and flung them over by his clothes.
Spock took this as an invitation, and slowly slipped his middle finger inside of her wet folds. T'Androma's mouth opened slightly in surprise and she moaned. Spock liked the look on her face as he did this, he wouldn't admit it, but it rather turned him on. Slowly at first, to test it, he moved his finger in and out a couple times. He was watching her face, and the look of pure pleasure made him move his finger a little faster, to see her reaction.
T'Androma's stomach churned with the mass amount of pleasure Spock was causing her. Moans escaped her lips as he moved his finger faster, and when he stopped, she looked at him with glassy eyes. Her heart was beating quickly, and so was his.
She didn't notice him take the sweats off his body, her mind was hazy, and she was panting slightly. When she felt something hard poking at her entrance, she looked at Spock, who was asking her permission to penetrate her. She smiled and nodded; he smiled as well and kissed her passionately as he entered her.
There was a little pain at first, and he told her it was expected for her first time. Both were still as he allowed her to adjust, she kissed him, silently telling him it was okay to move. And he did so, slowly at first, as afraid to hurt her, but slowly he picked up his pace as her moans got louder and needier.
T'Androma felt a knot grow in her stomach as Spock's pace increased. Her hands flew to his hair as he thrust a little deeper inside her tight womanhood. He groaned as he felt himself getting close to the edge, and he could tell she was very close by the way she was panting and the unintentional arching of her back.
He sent her over the edge when he thrust and hit a particularly sensitive spot, she gripped his hair and arched her back and moaned his name in the most lustful way he had ever heard. Spock came as soon as he felt her tighten around him; he released his load into T'Androma, and kissed her the Vulcan way as he did so.
Spock slowly slid himself out of her; both were panting and recovering from the ecstasy they had created. He moved some stray hairs from her face, and kissed her. She kissed him back and snuggled close to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer as he covered them up with the blanket.
"I love you, Spock," She said to him, knowing that they had completed their bond. Spock kissed his mate's forehead and smiled.
"And I love you, T'hy'la."
Forgive me if I completely and utterly screwed up the lemon! It is my first ever time writing one and I really don't know if I did well on it. So, could you please, please, please tell me if it is complete shit and I will rewrite it, if not, well, I guess I'll keep it up. So, please tell me if it is okay in a review. I'll be looking forward to hearing from you guys. Thank you for reading!