STARTING TO GET TO SOMEWHERE WHERE WE MIGHT ACTUALLY GET SOMEWHERE. ALSO, FOLLOWING IS A LITTLE BIT OF A SEXY SITUATION. IT'S GETTING TO BE THAT TIME WHERE THE RATING KICKS IN.
"here comes the pain...here comes me wishing things had never changed"-here comes goodbye by rascal flatts
Nyota spent the majority of her day doing nothing. She felt a little guilty since her doing nothing mostly involved distracting Spock from doing something, but she wasn't really remorseful. It seemed that personal time would be few and far between now that her sisters were on board the USS Enterprise. And once Hope got on ship things were bound to get more complicated. Hope and Kivuli were not on good terms. Nyota sighed inwardly. Who was on good terms with Kivuli? And it wasn't for lack of trying because Lord knows she had tried, but Kivuli was just not the sort of person one could get a long with. Maybe if she had Spock's Vulcan control, but mere humans were incapable.
She felt Spock's hand slide lazily down her arm. His subtle way of telling her that he had finished reviewing his data logs and was free to receive her "pleasing attentions." His words. Not hers. She rolled over to face him. Laying on the sofa she slide up his lengthy frame to his face. Giving him a gentle kiss she smiled. "All done?"
"It is illogical to think that one's work is ever all done. There is always more to do and previously completed endeavors may always be improved, but for the time being I am content to let my work rest in its current state." She snuggled her head under his chin and sighed contentedly as he stroked her back. It still always surprised her to not hear his heart beating a steady rhythm in her ear, but rather to feel it thrumping gently against her side. Spock gently lifted her face to his and kissed her. And, as with all their kisses, this one quickly became heated. Her mouth opened in silent acceptance as his tongue probed gently past her lips to tease her. She heard a noise come from him that could be described as somewhere between a moan and a growl and he quickly flipped her over.
He quickly divested Nyota of her silk pajama shorts and pressed himself into her center. She broke from the kiss to let out a frustrated groan. His hands slid her shirt up as his head bent down. "Nyota, it is illogical that you do not wear the proper undergarments with your clothing."
"Are you trying to imply that I should have been wearing underwear Spock?" She couldn't believe that they were discussing the fact that she didn't have on underwear when she could be speechless as he pounded into her with such force that she forgot how to form words.
"Indeed, however, it seems from your surprise that you do not agree. As your commanding officer I assure you that all Starfleet regulations on the proper attire are to protect you from any harm that may come upon you." Nyota sat up slightly looking at Spock in disbelief.
"From not wearing underwear?!?!" Spock's expression turned more serious. If it were possible for a Vulcan, half-Vulcan, whatever. To be more serious.
"Lt. I find that not only are you not in compliance with Starfleet regulations, but you also are now proving to be insubordinate to a superior officer. Having no other officers or officials present I am afraid I must be the one to act as judge, jury, and executor of all said punishments." Nyota was stunned. What was she supposed to do now? How had such a promising moment turned into a recitation of the Starfleet manual to be followed by punishment? How was he going to write this up? Lt. Nyota Uhura was found to be in violation of Starfleet protocol by not wearing undergarments while on a starship belonging to the Federation. I, First Officer Spock, was in the process of undressing the Lt. so that I could engage in coitus when I discovered the infraction.
"Lt. I think that fifty lashes would be a sufficient punishment for the aforementioned offenses."
"FIFTY LASHES?!?!" Nyota Uhura was surprised to hear herself repeating Spock. Apparently, when faced with a curve ball she repeated. Not a good nervous habit for a communications officer. She would have to work on that. She was sliding herself backwards in an attempt to distance herself from her boyfriend and try to talk some sense into him, but Spock's superior strength was having none of it.
"Lt. Uhura. I must insist that you take the punishment that was given to you or I will be forced to increase my sentence." Time seemed to freeze as Nyota watched Spock lean forward and gently extend his tongue to lick her. Right where she wanted it.
"Spock." It came out as more of a whine than anything else and she swore she nearly saw Spock smile.
"Quiet. That was one. You have forty-nine more lashes for your sentence to be completed." If this was Spock's idea of punishment Nyota was going to have to break the rules more often. Somewhere around lash nine Nyota lost count and a bit later just as Nyota was nearing the point of no return the door chimed to signal a visitor.
"Go away." She heard Spock growl clipped and distinct.
"No. I need to talk to Nyota. I know she's in there. I've looked all over this freakin' tin can. Come to the door or I'm coming through it." Spock heaved himself off of Nyota seeming quite perturbed at the whole situation. Handing her the bottoms to her pajamas he waited for her to wiggle into them before he opened the door.
Kivuli strided in only briefly flicking her eyes to the half-Vulcan to the left of the door way.
"Can I talk to you?" Nyota's head was still swimming as she attempted to gather her bearings and figure out exactly where she was and how the scene had changed so quickly.
"Uh, sure." Kivuli didn't move for several moments as she studied Nyota.
"Right. Can I talk to you without the Vulcan bodyguard monitoring and judging the conversation?"
"Half-Vulcan." Kivuli shrugged her shoulders and looked at Nyota waiting for a response.
"He wouldn't be judging and these are his quarters too. You can't just come in here and interrupt us on our one day off and expect everyone to jump through hoops for you Kivuli. If you wanna talk, then talk, and if you want to insult Spock then I suggest you go elsewhere because bad ass assassin or not, if you keep talking crap about my boyfriend, I'm gonna have to kick your ass."
The silence stretched between the two twins and tension in the air was palpable. Kivuli relaxed her stance slightly.
"Look, just forget it. Nevermind." She made her way towards the door before Spock stepped in front to impede her progress.
"Kivuli, I must insist that you stay and talk with Nyota. Obviously, it is of the utmost importance or you would not have been so forceful in demands to enter our quarters. I will head to engineering and speak with Mr. Scott. I have been meaning to discuss some recent articles I read about dilithium chambers with him." Spock strode quickly over to Uhura and kissed her on her forward and exited without another moment's hesitation.
"Alright, you got what you wanted. No Vulcan bodyguard. Talk."
"Half-Vulcan."
"Whatever. Are you here to debate on the amount of Vulcan blood that runs through Spock's veins?" Kivuli sighed and sat on the arm of the sofa. When had talking to Nyota gotten so hard? Somewhere along the path of growing up they had grown apart. When they were young things were easier. They just accepted each others differences and now they just seemed to amplify all the habits and characteristics about the other that they found annoying. Instead of accepting each other they were fighting to make changes and being notoriously stubborn members of the Uhura clan neither was willing to change or give up changing the other.
"No. I'm here because...well, Kirk stopped by the room this morning and told me that you called Hope. Apparently she's going to be boarding the Enterprise when we get to this trading port. Is that a good idea? Doesn't she have to teach? I mean, you should have told me first?" Nyota glared at Kivuli and stood from the sofa.
"I'm sorry Kivuli. I wasn't aware that I needed to ask your permission to notify Hope that our parents are dead and someone is after our sister." Kivuli forced herself not to get angry. She counted to ten quickly in her mind to stifle the urge to smack Nyota's smart mouth.
"That's not what I meant. I just, well, you know that Hope and I aren't really talking and it would have been nice if you took that into consideration before you invited her to be my roomie." Nyota rolled her eyes and moved to the kitchen. Kivuli followed to continue the conversation.
"Kivuli if I had to ask you before I talked to everyone that you weren't on good terms with I couldn't do my job as a communications officer. The universe and just about everyone in it has it out for you and you have no one to blame but yourself. As for Hope, well, I don't know why she and you don't get along, but she's been through a really rough couple of years. Cillian died. She hasn't dated anyone since. She's thrown herself into that school and she does nothing else. Besides, she's on summer break and if we need her longer than that she assures me that someone can be found to cover for her until she is ready to return." Kivuli winced. It seemed there was no way to get Hope not to come to the Enterprise. Her relationship with Nyota was strained, at best, and most of the crew seemed cordial but wary of her and that was okay except that when Hope dropped this bombshell she was going to become the "uber bitch" and even the Captain wouldn't talk to her.
"Okay." Nyota leaned against the counter. She looked at Kivuli unconvinced. Sure this fight wasn't going to end this easily.
"Okay?" Kivuli nodded slightly and took a few steps to back out of the room she turned on her heel and exited the quarters quickly. Nearly running into an asian man in the hallway.
"You must be Kivuli. I'm Sulu. Nice to meet you." Sulu offered his hand and a warm smile. Kivuli stared at him for a long time before quickly grasping his hand and releasing.
"Right. You too Solo. I've, uh, I've gotta go." Kivuli stepped around Sulu and started down the hall.
"It's Sulu."
"Whatever." Although, with the mumble she doubted that he heard her apathetic response.
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"You really are a genius?" Chekov blushed slightly at the question. Was there a way to answer that honestly without seeming conceited?
"I don't know, I'm am good at math. It is easier for me than most people." Anisa nodded in understanding as she wandered around his room. Lightly touching this book or skimming her fingers over a pad. Right at this moment Chekov was thankful for Starfleet Academy random inspections instilling in him a pretty good sense of cleanliness with his personal space.
"That's because math is the same in any language. It is a universal constant." Chekov smiled. He had often told that to Lt. Uhura as they playfully debated whether math or language were more important to Starfleet during boring moments on the bridge.
The girl who he had found himself spending most of his free time with wandered over to the bed where he sat and plopped down next to him not seeming at all self-concious that they were two teenagers. Alone. In his bedroom. Perhaps that was because the door was propped open so anyone who passed in the hall could see them. Chekov had insisted. He didn't want to dishonor Anisa by someone thinking anything improper was happening. Besides, if Lt. Uhura thought he had done something and spoke to Commander Spock then he was as good as dead. Chekov had seen what Spock had done to the Captain and Kirk was twice Chekov's size.
Be that as it may, Chekov couldn't help the way his body seemed to hum with awareness when she was close. He knew that she was special by the way that all the superior officers seemed to need to know where she was at all the time and she just seemed different. Like she just kept knowing things. It didn't really bother Chekov. It kinda intrigued him. Like the ultimate math equation. He just had to figure her out and then. Well, the limit did not exist.
"Calculus." Chekov whipped his head in her direction. Had he been speaking out loud? She pointed at the worn book he absentmindedly toyed with in his hands.
"It was my father's. My mother gave it to me before I left for the academy. When I was small child I would flip through book and imagine that I was so smart like my father. I thought I knew the answers to the questions." Anisa smiled tenderly and placed her hands on Chekov's to still his movement.
"And did you?" Chekov swallowed harshly. Why was his throat so dry? And why were here eyes so dark? They were black. But they were beautiful. He didn't trust his voice not to crack like when he was a fifteen so he simply shook his head to indicate in the negative.
"And do you now?" And pulled his hands free from her hands and moved to put the book on his desk.
"The important ones. Yes. The challenging ones that are not so important. Not always." Anisa smiled sadly and drew invisible designs with her fingertips into the standard issue blanket on Chekov's bed.
"And you, Miss Isa? Do you know the answers?" She didn't say anything for a long moment and Chekov thought he might have misspoken. She looked up at him with that blinding smile of hers and giggled slightly.
"The challenging ones that aren't so important. Yes. The important ones. Not always." Chekov smiled at her. He was beginning to think he liked having this girl around.
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