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Deuces!
Its been two weeks since I've started school here at Starfleet. To be honest I believe I made a good decision in coming here. Gaila turned out to be my first friend who's a girl. I know that sounds extremely pathetic, but for most of my life I've been considered teachers pet. The girls that I met, we're envious of me and while I should've been flattered I wasn't. Although Gaila has her own flaws, she's not very judgmental. She accepts people for who they are and that's something I can appreciate about her. Even when she told Chekov that he was gay, she didn't say it out of spite. She only meant to set things straight. (Well, maybe straight wasn't the right word). But most of the time she doesn't know that she actually causes things to go awry. But no matter how crazy she is, I love her. And speaking of Chekov, he and I have become closer as well. I've been trying to sneakily find out what guy he's interested in, but haven't had any success. The third person I'm closest to is Professor Spock. I go to him for all my questions and assistance with pretty much anything. I've grown pretty fond of him and my attraction to him is immense. He's actually the guy who I've my eyes set on, literally. I'm in the cafeteria. It's breakfast time and its the first time I see him here. Almost every table is filled with people, yet at his there is only him. Now that I know he's half human, I know that he must feel lonely. I refuse to believe he doesn't have feelings. Although his expression makes minimal changes, there were plenty of moments when I caught them. I have a knack for reading people.
I just got my meal when I see Gaila at another table. She motions for me to come over. I nod my head to the side to show her that I'm going to sit with Professor Spock. She mouths "Oh!" and gives me the thumbs up. Spock is focused primarily on his meal when I reach his table. I put my tray down with a thud and his eyes look up towards mine. If I'm reading them correctly, he's wondering why in the world I would choose to sit here.
"Hello Professor." I say in a seductive tone. I slide into my chair and stare into his eyes. The best way to show attraction is through eye contact. There were plenty of times when he gazed at me, making me feel uncomfortable and nervous. Now its his turn. I can see something in his eyes flicker. He's still surprised that I decided to sit here.
"Hello, Cadet." He responds. Something in his eyes show he's wants to say something, but he's uncertain. He decides to say it. "Cadet, if you believe that sitting with me will result in some sort of extra credit I assure you that that will not-"
"All due respect Professor, but can't I sit with you just because I enjoy your company?" He raises his eyebrow. He places his hands on his lap. I give him a huge smile.
"I suppose" He pauses. "that is fine." He is still trying to determine my intentions.
"How was your weekend, Professor?" I begin to cut my waffles.
"Its been three days since the weekend Cadet." He tells me. I laugh in response.
"That is not an answer to the question professor." He continues to stare at me blankly.
"I assume you are correct, however It would be more logical to respond with what occurred this weekend. Saturday morning I arose from my bed, meditated, groomed myself and then proceeded to make my lecture plans. Later in the day, I groomed myself again, put on my teaching attire, and went to our appointment. I returned to my quarters, where I meditated again and then proceeded to play chess."
"Wait!" He does not move. "You play chess?"
" I believe that is what I said."
"That's so fun! Let's go play!" I stand up abruptly. The other students turn to see to my excitement. Spock looks uncomfortable underneath all the stares. I realize the discomfort I caused him and slowly bend to sit back down. From this I get a naughty idea to stand so I'm still bent over. If I assume correctly, he should have a great view of my boobs.
"Can we please go play together, professor?" I say in a somewhat innocent, but seductive tone. He does a great job of keeping a straight face, but I can see him swallow out of anxiety. He is definitely not used to this.
"Cadet, we have not finished eating and it may not be appropriate for a student and a professor" he trails off "….to play together." He looks down at his food and then back up towards me. I think to myself that I am not going to give up. I reach down to my bag to take out my PADD. I scroll through to find what I want.
"Well I'm sure that what you're saying is inaccurate professor." I show him the PADD "See it says nothing about students and professors not being allowed to play a game of chess together, and as far as food is concerned I can just wait until you finish yours." I smile. I can sense that Spock has given up. His breathing slows and his muscles have become less tense.
"Once again, you have made a logical explanation." I smile out of pride. Spock has risen from his seat with his tray. He begins to walk away. I sit there in confusion until he turns and says. "Are you coming Cadet?
I've been following Professor Spock for awhile now, when he comes to a realization. He turns to face me. We are in the dorm hallway.
"Cadet, I have come to the conclusion that there is a different reason why this may be considered inappropriate." I stop him before he finishes.
"The chess is in your room."
"Precisely." He has a straight face, but I can see disappointment in his eyes. I reach into my bag to take out my PADD and scroll through.
"The only regulation that Starfleet has against Student/teacher relations is sexual misconduct. Are you going to have sex with me Professor?" Spock looks appalled by my question.
"No."
"Well then we're not violating regulations!" I smile at him. "Besides it says here also, that a student should come to their dorm advisor if they need anything. My dorm advisor would be you, would it not?"
"Yes."
"Very well then! Let's play!" Spock stands there for a moment. I stare him down hoping that he'll oblige. Finally, he makes a small nod with his head and turns to open his door. He slides his key through the slot and lets us in. His room is very spacious. Its more like an apartment than a dorm. Gaila and I only have a bedroom, whereas he has a kitchen, living room and a bedroom. This must be because he is a Professor. Everything is extremely organized and I must admit his dorm looks very nice. Everything has a Vulcan touch to it.
"You decorated your dorm quite well Mr. Spock."
"Vulcans have an appreciation for aesthetics." I look over to the Vulcan themed art framed on his walls. I walk over to a tree that he has in his window. "This plant is Vulcan, is it not?"
"Yes. The chess is located here Cadet." I walk over to sit at the chess table. Spock is setting up the pieces. He takes the brown pieces and gives me the white ones.
"So you like the color brown, huh?" I smirk at him. He continues to set the pieces down.
"It can be very aesthetically pleasing on certain objects" He looks up at me. "And beings." The way he looks at me when he says this, causes me to feel hot.
"You are turning very red Cadet. Are you feeling ill?" His eyebrows burrow.
"I'm fine professor."
"If it becomes worse, I have medication stored away if you so need it."
"Thank you." He has finished setting up the chess board. He laces his hands together and looks into my eyes.
"Shall we begin?"
Sweat is pouring down my brow. I just almost beat Spock in a game of Chess. But he beat me three times.
"I am impressed Cadet. Chess is a game of logic and you have proved that you are a worthy component."
"Thank you Professor Spock. I would sure hope so, since I was a chess champion back in Africa."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. You are the first person that I've lost to." I tell him. He nods.
"My internal clock says that it is time for you to go back to your quarters to rest."
"That would be accurate Professor." I remove myself from my seat and walk to his door. Before leaving, I turn to him. "Thank you Professor. I enjoyed this time and I hope to do this again."
"If there is another time that is available, we shall do so." I smile and let myself out.