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Authors Note #1: While I am in the middle of writing four or five different stories at the moment this one was simply demanding to be told, resorting to even haunting my dreams in order to do so. Sometimes having an overactive imagination bites!
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Illogically in Love
Chapter Seven - "I know you were right believing for so long... I'm all out of love, what am I without you? ...I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong.."
It wasn't long after that he stepped into the intimately lit club, the soft, uniquely foreign scents of dozens of different species assaulting his senses as he paused in the doorway leading to the 'Blue Nova', adjusting his admittedly battered mental shields as he took in the lay of the room.
The establishment was decorated tastefully, if not a bit dramatically to his more conservative tastes. It seemed tailored mostly towards couples then what might have expected a renowned officers club to cater towards. The atmosphere was made complete with tall pillar candles and the secluded, yet intimate table settings. The dance floor was tiled in crisp white marble, sloping upwards towards the stage were the Andorian band still played, having now switched tunes to play a collection of earth melodies from the late 1960's.
However, despite the pointed romantic nature of this establishment, he noted, as his eyes fell upon where the Captain and the Doctor were seated at the far side of the room that the two handsome bachelors were not lacking for company. In fact, it was due to the two women who had engrossed both men in deep conversation that they had failed to notice his arrival. He noted as well that both Jim and Leonard had opted to shed their respective uniforms, and a quick look around the room told him that he would likely stand out, being one of the only ones who had not thought to change out of his Starfleet uniform and into something more casual.
Moving closer towards the bar, he shadowed the wall as he watched the people moving and talking all around him, absorbing the various conversations with a flick of his brow. However, despite his discretion his arrival did not remain unnoticed for long, and soon he gained the attentions of a cheerful Denobulan waitress who took his order and promptly returned with his requested glass of Vulcan Brandy.
Taking a measured sip of the potent brew he noted with some satisfaction that the liquor had been brewed in the Vulcan highlands, an area on his home world that produced some of the finest brandy on the planet. It appeared that this club was indeed as prestigious as it was hailed; as such Vulcan brandy was remarkably expensive, even on Vulcan itself.
Taking another appreciative sip he returned to watching the clubs patrons, his eyes ceaselessly roving through the people, searching for one particular woman among all the rest, one that still remained heavily in his thoughts. It wasn't until he took a closer look at the dance floor that he finally found her..
She appears out of the crowd with a flourish, the people parting smoothly around her as she and her dance partner swooped neatly through, making the people around them murmur and clap as she was talentedly dipped and flipped lightly back up into the air as she weighed nothing at all.
She was dressed in such a way that he hardly recognized her, and clasped in the embrace of the same red haired man from before. They were pressed together, cheek to cheek as they moved gracefully with the music, flowing effortlessly along as the attractive man led Christine through the dance as something he had said, his words lost among the jazz-style notes of the band made her eyes light up in laughter as he twirled her around in his arms.
He stamped down another surge of emotion, of jealousy... Forcing himself to take another sip of his drink, and instead of acting rashly, he let him observe her, watching as she moved across the floor. She had changed from her slacks and top into a small, strapless cocktail dress that flowed down to her knees. The fabric appeared to shimmer as she moved, the rich navy blue color melding in fashionably with the tasteful black floral design that adorned the snug bodice, a delicate chandelier necklace setting off the noticeable hint of cleavage that the bust of the dress revealed. The dress lending itself to be both elegant, classy, and trendy at the same time, setting off her simple, black velvet heels as the hem of the dress swirled enticingly across her long bare legs.
It appeared that she had also done something to her hair, letting the thick curls of her brownish blond hair hang loose, the long waves ghosting past her shoulders to curl in the small of her back, with only a small portion pulled back at the very center of her head, and broached together in a small jewelled clip that matched the design of her necklace. She was stunning, radiant even, it was something even he couldn't help but realize in spite of everything. It was a humbling thought, that for him she was the most pleasing sight he had ever beheld in the face of all the wonders in the universe he had thus far experienced.
He moved away from the wall, finally melding in with the bulk of the crowd that had slowly streamed towards the dance floor, most of them watching as a few, clearly talented couples flowed around the floor, leaving the audience in awe as they whipped past. Christine and her partner were one of these elite couples, moving around the floor with a grace and poise he rarely had the pleasure to witness, their talent obvious as they smoothly ran from one dance style to another as the band switched their song to an Andorian tune he was not familiar with.
He slowly made his way through the crowd and to the forefront of the dance floor, hoping to capture her attention as he thought of an appropriate way in which to approach her. But even when she and the red haired man had waltzed right beside him, a mere meter from where he stood, she remained absolutely oblivious to his presence as they sashayed away, leaving him in the proverbial dust, his nose twitching slightly as he couldn't help but breathe in a mix of her enticing perfume, and his slightly roguish aftershave.
She never even noticed him. She didn't even look! There had been a time, not so long ago that she had seemed genuinely attuned to his presence, noticing him the moment he walked into a room or entered a corridor, her head cocked towards him as a radiant smile would bloom on her face.
But not now, now she only had eyes for this other man, the red haired stranger that had simply walked up and stolen her away from him with hardly an effort. He had ensnared her attentions so fully, and so completely that for one of the first times since he had known the head nurse, she had actually had the nerve to get angry at him, and tell him off about it. Something she all too rightfully had cause for in this case of course, but angered at him all the same. And while he was at loath to admit it, he was beginning to believe that this was what Leonard would have coined: "his just reward."
As he continued to watch the dancing couple, the people around him thinned out slightly, finding their own partners and joining the others on the dance floor. With even the Captain and Doctor McCoy being pulled out onto the floor by their respective admirers, holding out for a few dances before retiring once again to their more intimate table and ordering another round of drinks.
However, it did not appear that Christine, nor her partner were willing to do the same, continuing on dancing regardless of the tune. It appeared that he had no other choice but to do something he deemed as suitably drastic if he desired to garner her attentions and speak with her immediately...
And so, doing something he had only ever watched Jim and Leonard do at official Starfleet functions where dancing came hand in hand with the negotiations and political affairs, he waited until they neared him, their dance now morphing into a slow waltz, before stepping up to the dancing couple.
He was entirely unaware of the Captain and the Doctor watching him closely from their corner table, the Doctor grinning into his Kentucky bourbon with a smug, knowing look as Jim watched wide eyed, looking more shell-shocked then if he had just been told that the Earth itself had shifted on its axis and was now revolving backwards.
He waited until they had come to a lull in the tempo of the song before making his move, cutting cleanly through the other couples, and coming up behind Christine with hardly a noise despite the hard marble beneath his pointed boots.
"May I cut in?" He inquired simply, absorbing Christine's shocked look, and the mans easy grin with one flick of his gaze, unsure if he actually seen the man wink knowingly at Christine before completing a final twirl and nodding eagerly, his grin threatening to split his handsome face clean in half if it dared to grow any larger.
"Of course Mister Spock! My pleasure." He replied, looking strangely pleased as he bowed slightly to Christine before handing her off, ignoring her surprised and indignant squeak as he faded back into the crowd, his departure causing barely a ripple as he was absorbed back into the audience.
Her hand was warm in his, and yet still cool in contrast to his bodies warmer temperature. Her touch was like a cooling breeze in the heart of the dry season in the Vulcan Forge, an omen that was that was rare and something that was always meant to be savoured. The difference between just their hands was telling, hers being small, pale and delicate looking in the face of his large palm and long fingers, with his tanned, green-tinted palm alone nearly overwhelming the span of her own.
He could see her hesitation, the anger and hurt that still lay behind her bright blue eyes, but instead of pulling away, she let him adjust his hold on her hand and wrap the ghost of an embrace around her waist as they re-entered the steps of the dance which had now turned to a faster and more complicated tune.
The sensation of her so close to him was most distracting, sensing the presence of her mind despite his attempts to repel it just as strongly as he felt the whisper of her breath against his neck, the heady scent of her perfume, the underlying natural scent of her beneath...and the warmth of her skin through the thin layer of her dress, all of which served to tantalize his senses even further.
After they had done a circuit of the dance floor in relative silence, he realized that it was up to him to broach it, the woman in his arms staying silent despite the searching, lingering looks she was shooting at him from beneath veiled lashes.
"I wish to apologise for my behaviour earlier this evening Christine." He began finally, adjusting their direction slightly as he manoeuvred them to a spot on the floor where there was more privacy, not missing a beat of the a dance as he twirled her in time with the tempo, eliciting a strangled peep of surprise from the woman as his hand encircled her waist more firmly, lending to her balance through the twirl. A hold that he deliberately did not relinquish once the move was over, a part of him relishing in the closeness.
She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, she seemed entirely too preoccupied with looking up at him, studying his face with such an intensity that if he had been anyone else such a stare would have most likely served to be intimidating.
Finally he could take the silence no longer, and lent his voice in lue of where hers had disappeared. "Would to be suitable to discuss this in private?" He asked softly, finding himself suddenly distracted by the scent rising from their entwined bodies, the pressing of their bodies together, navel to navel. No wonder humans...enjoyed this rather.. stimulating activity to so much excess.
There was a rather pregnant pause before she answered, her reply hesitant, but the words slightly breathless. "Alright..." She replied, allowing him to lead her off the dance floor and into the moving crowd, neither noticing the knowing stares that followed them from their fellow dancers as they watched them until their backs rounded the corner, amused smiles tilting their lips as their own dances continued. While all the while, from the intimate corner table, the red haired man watched them go, a grin tugging on his lips as his bright eyes followed them to the door, sipping a congratulatory Andorian whiskey as he keyed up his mobile contactor, his own eyes lighting up with love and adoration as the screen cleared and the person on the other end finally became visible.
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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed last chapters song/title, sung by John Barrowman because this current chapter includes a title with lyrics from another song another sung by John! My chapter title is lyrics from John Barrowman's version of: "All out of Love". Like last time, I repeat: Any deaths resulting from fan girl and guy squee/thunk at first sight/and damage done to ones keyboard due to excessive drooling is ENTIRELY not my fault). And like the others, he is on youtube with this song as well if you care to take a peek!
