Title: Poetry and Promises remix

Author: Linstock

Code: Spock/Uhura

Rating: NC-17

Type: Remix.

Au: The original; story Poetry and Promises was written by elaine451 . Part one is may own addition to the story and the actual remix of Poetry and promises starts in Part 2.

Many thanks also to my beta readers Alana71 and The Night Was Moist

Disclaimer: I own nothing (doubly so in this case) and no disrespect is intended to anyone. I receive nothing but the pleasure of writing.

Part 2

Chapter 4

When the song was over, Spock led Nyota back to their seats and ordered her another drink.

"Why, Commander, are you trying to get me drunk?" She laughed.

His eyebrow shot up. "No, I was merely concerned that you might be thirsty. Should I cancel the order?"

"No, I was teasing, sorry about that." Nyota picked up her drink and took a small sip. "I wonder where Captain Pike is."

Spock looked over at the table where his contemporaries were seated and saw one wave him over.

"Nyota, please excuse me for a moment." He nodded at her.

"Of course." She followed him with her eyes to the group of officers.

"Ranson." Spock greeted the officer who had waved him over.

"Spock, Captain Pike came over while you were dancing and wanted me to let you know that he took off. Something about having to pick up his kids early tomorrow." He smiled up at the Vulcan. "You're more than welcome to join us."

"Thank you for the offer. However, I really should leave as well. Have a pleasant evening, gentlemen." He nodded. He was pleased, as now he had Nyota to himself. Also, he thought he was sounding more natural in social conversations.

Spock returned to Nyota and sat next to her. "It would appear Captain Pike has retired for the evening. He had early morning plans." He fingered the glass of water he ordered as he considered his options. He should really just leave, return to his apartment and get some work done. He still needed to work relentlessly if he was to successful carry out this charade and what choice did he have? However, he found himself reluctant to leave the company of Nyota Uhura.

"Hey, do you want to get out of here?" She asked.

"I would find that quite agreeable." He pushed his drink back and retrieved his credit disc and gave it to the bartender. The man waved him back.

"No need, the Captain took care of your order." He gave the couple a knowing nod.

"That was very kind of him." Nyota smiled at the bartender and slid off her stool. "Coming?" She turned to Spock.

"Yes, of course." He nodded back to the bartender and followed.

"Nyota, the hour is late and I must to return to my apartment to complete some reports." Spock finally spoke.

"You're right. I have some translations that I should've been working on tonight as well." She smiled at him. "Thank you for dancing with me."

"No. Thank you. This was quite a departure from my usual Friday evenings." There was more truth to this statement than she would ever know. He offered his hand to guide her through the crowd. He locked his shields firmly into place but felt her shiver when he touched her and he believed it was not a shiver of fear.

Once outside, Spock looked around for a shuttle.

"I'm afraid it's a little late for shuttle service. But it's a lovely night, we can walk."

As they walked, Nyota turned to Spock and said, "Did you like that place?"

"It was not as distasteful as I had assumed it would be." He replied.

"I'm surprised. What did you like about it?" She inquired.

He lifted one brow in her direction. "The company was exemplary."

"Oh." His answer obviously surprised her. "I thought it would've been the dance." She lightly laughed.

"That was most commendable, as well." He admitted.

Nyota looked down and smiled and they walked in silence for a while.

"Pike mentioned you had been in hospital?" Uhura commented tentatively.

"Indeed," said Spock.

Nyota huffed slightly in what seemed to be exasperation then she asked, "Spock, why were you in hospital?"

"I had an accident," Spock replied.

"Yes?" said Uhura in a tone that obviously invited him to continue. When he did not she prompted, "What happened?"

Spock was reluctant to discuss the subject but her tone and body language indicated she would persist in her questioning.

He had to be careful. He could not lie but also the answer needed to hide the truth.

"I was inspecting the transporter and was caught in the beam of a malfunctioning unit. I was injured and require lengthy hospitalisation."

"When was this?" she asked.

"Twenty three weeks ago," he replied.

"Just after I left," she murmured, "So that's why you did not contact me? You were injured…that's a relief."

"Indeed?" Spock said, "I am gratified that my injury and hospitalisation was a relief to someone. I found it exceedingly inconvenient."

He heard her soft gasp, "Spock was that a joke?"

He did not reply. From the corner of his eye he saw here shaking her head in disbelief.

She continued, "I meant I had been afraid that you were having second thoughts or had forgotten about me. "

"How could I forget about you," he thought, then he felt her sudden stop and realised he had spoken his thoughts aloud. His control was slipping alarmingly.

He looked at her and saw she was smiling at him. "I am glad," she said, "because I could not forget about you either."

Suddenly she grimaced and, holding onto his arm and removed her shoes and wiggled her toes. "Ahh, that feels good." Nyota giggled at the look on Spock's face.

"Are you confident that this is a sanitary action?" Spock asked. He regretted that she had removed the shoes. He found her swaying walk while wearing them was most stimulating.

"Spock, really, I'm not that fragile as to pick up some disease from walking barefoot." She looped her arm in his and let him lead the way.

Her touch affected him in ways that could not be quantified. As a Vulcan, this contact with another person was quite unseemly and in his universe touch was always dangerous. Even with intimate touch you relaxed your guard at your peril. However, throughout the whole of the evening, he realised he had relished Nyota's touch. It was possibly the first time since childhood that a woman had touched him without fear or calculation.

Spock feelings were becoming riotous and he was unsure what to do about this. His body temperature was rising and he could feel his heart rate increase.

"Nyota…" He paused and turned to her. She looked into his eyes and caught her breath.

"Spock?" She asked, confusion showing in her face.

Her innocence was his undoing. He shook his head and with a sound that was close to a growl, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply.

"Nyota." He ran his mouth down her jaw line to her neck.

Nyota quickly recovered her composure and after a moment's hesitation returned his kisses. She met him kiss for kiss, touch for touch.

"Nyota, would you please accompany me back to my apartment?" His query was formal and his tone was filled with such unadulterated passion and desire, it made his request almost a demand.

She simply answered. "Yes."

TBC