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Note: Obvious spelling errors while Chekov is speaking are my poor attempts to convey his accent.
Heat Waves
Realizing how that could sound Uhura backed up a little with slightly red cheeks. She'd practically…like things weren't messed up between them to begin with. Bringing up kids was an even surer way to get rid of a man than saying 'I love you'. Come to think of it..maybe that was the way to get rid of Kirk. Show him picture's of her little cousins, sigh over then and talk about wanting five or six of her own, yeah, that could work. She'd have to give it some more thought later, but at the moment getting her foot out of her mouth and back on the ground was paramount, She reminded herself sternly.
"Anyway…sorry again that I dragged you down with me...literally." She finally got out.
"It was not a problem." Giving her the space Spock thought they both needed he walked over a short distance to retrieve the sandal that had caused them to fall in the first place. Handing it over to her he put a steadying hand on her arm as she lifted up her foot to slide the shoe into place.
Once the sandal was securely on her foot the two wisely opted not to converse as they headed in the direction of the dorms, both equally thankful when they didn't run into anyone who might comment or question their walking together at so late an hour.
Arriving at her dorm room even Spock raised an eyebrow at the drenching, sauna like heat that surrounded them as soon as she opened the door. Turning to glance over at his companion Spock saw her grimace, looking rather like his mother in the past when his father was lecturing her about proper Vulcan behaviour. Resigned annoyance combined with the personal fortitude to stand and bear it.
"Well thanks for walking me back." Her back was already starting to sweat like a waterfall and she could feel her hair frizzing as she spoke, Uhura thought as she forced a smile on her face. Maybe she could spend the night in the shower; she'd pretend she was sick so that no one saw that she'd turned herself into a human prune.
Reading between the lines Spock gave her his full attention. "Would you like me to see if I can repair the damage?"
She really didn't want him seeing her melt in front of him, but she also didn't want to spend the night in this sauna either. "You really think you can?" Realizing how that sounded, especially since men preferred their women to think they could fix anything, Uhura was quick with an apology. "I mean I'm sure you could normally, but Gaila said he messed it up pretty bad."
Rather than answering Spock crossed the room and accessing the main control panel for the room began to enter a series of codes, his fingers moving so fast that they were a blur to Uhura's eyes as she came over to watch. She hadn't been kidding, whoever had done this should not be attending Starfleet unless he was there to wash windows, Spock thought to himself, almost awed by the stupidity of the unknown man. He wasn't even sure how the cadet had managed to damage the unit to this extent. Challenged now, Spock was determined to fix it, especially since Nyota was watching from his side, twirling her hair around her finger as he worked. Where as the heat was nothing in comparison to his home planet, the same could apparently not be said for her and her country of origin.
It took him a good half an hour, but finally the machine did as he requested and the room was filling with refreshingly cool air in a matter of seconds.
"Oh thank God." Forgetting herself Uhura rushed over to the nearest air vent and bracing her arms on either side of it gloried in the cold air that raced across her sweaty skin.
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Following her over to the vent Spock felt like he'd been punched in the gut at the sensual pleasure she was taking in the cool air upon her skin. His eyes couldn't help but take in the picture she made, the sheer sexual beauty of it. Remaining sweat slid down her smooth, infinitely touchable skin, giving it a shimmer, a radiance it had lacked before. Her shorts and top clung to every curve of her body, the lack of cloth used in both garments enhanced by the fact that she was obviously not wearing anything under said top, her nipples visible and hard thanks to the cool breeze now blowing upon them. All that he might have been able to look away from, but the breathtakingly sensual pleasure on her face…made him long to be the cause of it, to know if she would look that way if he were to touch her instead of the cool breeze.
Instinct had Uhura opening her eyes and turning around to face Spock, surprised and yet not to find him within reaching distance. The look in his eyes had her drawing in a harsh breath, the knowledge coursing through her causing the muscles in her stomach to tighten and her nipples to stand painfully at attention. Here was raging heat once more, emanating from him to spill over onto her. Suddenly, the room felt as hot and constricting as before.
Holding her gaze, Spock struggled to hold onto his determination to behave within acceptable perimeters while she remained his student. A change of topic was perhaps best. "I'm surprised your tolerance of heat is so low, I had read that your country, Africa, is a hot climate."
Nodding dumbly Uhura did her best to engage what little sense she had left. "True, but when the heats' unbearable we can always go inside and cool down."
"I see."
"I guess you prefer a hot climate?" That had not come out right, Uhura thought with a loud, mental groan.
"I do." Spock agreed, though at the moment he was feeling unusually warm, despite the fact that logically the room must be returning to the standard temperature.
Sheer stupidity had her stepping closer so that they were in each other's personal space, their bodies so close to touching that anyone who saw them would think they were. "Well thank you for fixing it for me." She said softly, a small smile on her lips as she looked into his eyes, gauging his thoughts from them, rather than his words.
"My pleasure." He answered, and then it was his turn to mentally curse his choice of words.
Unable not to smile as she read his thoughts Uhura set her hands on his shoulders and moved in for what was supposed to be a kiss on his cheek. His reflexes were too fast for her though and it was his lips her own touched, and his who captured hers completely as his arms wrapped around her to drag her up against him in a kiss so hot it put the room's former condition to shame.
Clutching his shoulders now Uhura wasn't even aware of what she was doing as she boosted herself up to wrap her legs around his waist, her back hitting the wall as he devoured her mouth like a starved man. Even the uneven grating of the cooling vent didn't faze her, her body barely registering the cool against her back, such a contrast between the fire beginning to rage throughout the rest of her body.
And it wasn't long before this closeness was not enough, before her tank top hit the floor to be followed by his uniform top, both struggling to remove the other's clothing with the least amount of body separation as their hands explored the other's body while their mouths made love to each other.
That they heard the intercom at all was a miracle.
"Cadet Uhura, are you in zhere?"
The two pulling away, their heads swerved in the direction of the door with a mixture of horror and confusion.
Recognizing the voice as it came over her intercom once more Uhura detached her arms from around Spock's neck while he lowered her to the ground, appalled now that he realized how he'd slammed her up against the wall without consideration for her well being.
So embarrassed and hot it was a wonder she didn't burst into flames, Uhura grabbed the first thing her hand touched on the floor and shrugged it on as she rushed over to her own intercom. "Pav?" She asked, just to make sure she had the right person.
"Yes." Came his reply, Cadet Chekov responded as he ran a hand through his curly hair, trying to flatten it somewhat. "Gaila contacted me and asked me to try to vix your temp control?"
Rolling her eyes Uhura went over and opened the door, not wanting to let the poor kid think she was avoiding talking to him face to face. Pav was a kid genius who talked weird, and there were a lot of people who teased him about it. Knowing how it felt to be picked on for being smarter than some of your classmates put together, she'd made the effort to make friends with him, even though he was in the same year as her and only sixteen. "No need to worry, Pav. I've got it all fixed."
Eyes going wide as saucers Chekov could only nod dumbly. She was wearing the top half of a instructor's uniform. Why would she be doing this unless…he had heard around the school that a cadet named Kirk was asking about the identity of Uhura's boyfriend, suggesting that she was seeing someone but was being very secretive about it. This could be why if the rumour was true. Swallowing hard he did his best to not look disappointed. "That is good. I will see you later then. I am sorry to interrupt you."
"You didn't…" Realizing he was staring at her strangely, Uhura felt her stomach knot as a bad feeling ran through her thoughts. Looking down at her own chest, which he was obviously trying not to look at, Uhura stared down in horror at the realization that she'd grabbed Spock's shirt rather than her own. His uniform top which meant that... Looking back up to meet Chekov's gaze the color drained from her cheeks.
"I will say nothing. I promise." Giving her his most encouraging smile, Chekov was not about to let his friend down. "I will see you later, yes?"
"Yeah." Knowing he really wouldn't say anything Uhura gave him a thankful smile. "See you later."
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Waving good bye to him she closed the door once more than turning around leaned back against it for support.
"Cadet Pavel Chekov?" Spock inquired, approaching her cautiously. With his hearing he'd heard the entire conversation, and was relatively sure that the cadet in question could be counted upon to keep his silence. He'd never had any problems with Cadet Chekov, and had noted on several occasions that the boy was remarkably mature given his age and species.
"Yeah. Pav won't say anything, so we don't need to worry about that." She told him weakly, sliding a hand back to push her hair out of her eyes. "But that was close...I'm so sorry…it would have been all my fault if he'd-"
"We bear equal blame." He'd been too distracted to realize what she was wearing until he'd looked for his top with the intention to at least be dressed if they were to have company.
"Uhm…if you'll…turn your back I'll give you your shirt back." Blushing again Uhura knew she was being stupid and juvenile, but she just didn't have the guts to take off the top in front of a guy, at least not when there was nothing but skin under it. She went redder just thinking about it.
Nodding his understanding Spock gave her his back, trying not to think about what she was doing a couple strides away from him. He'd only gotten a few fleeting glimpses of her bare breasts, it took considerable control on his part not to turn and see what he had only felt mere minutes ago. Just thinking about them pressed up against his chest had him grateful he had his back to her for a whole other reason. His body was paying his mind scant attention it seemed.
"You can turn around now." Once again wearing her tank top Uhura shyly held out his shirt to him. This was the first time she'd gotten a look at his bare chest and she was having a hard time looking away. He was more muscled than she would have thought; a lean but well developed chest and arms, a swimmer's build, she thought. That she desperately wanted to know what he looked like minus the rest of his uniform was embarrassing enough.
Taking the top from her Spock quickly put it on before he gave into the urge to throw it back to the floor and see to it that her top joined his as soon as possible. "I should be going then."
Nodding Uhura wrapped her arms around herself, doing her best to act as cool and mature as he was. Not nearly as easy as it would have once been.
Connecting his hands behind his back, a defensive move to keep his hands off her, Spock nodded his head in a facsimile of a bow. "Good night then. Have a pleasant evening."
"You too."
Reading her easily enough Spock couldn't stop himself from changing his pose, reaching out a hand to ever so gently run the back of his hand along the smoothness of her cheek. "You will sleep no better than I."
The look in her eyes said it all.
Dropping his hand Spock headed out the way he'd come, the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.
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Jotting down the next name Chekov frowned as he went back to reading over the list of commanders he was currently reviewing on his data pad. This was harder then he'd thought it would be. He hadn't been able to sleep the night before, wondering who Uhura had gotten involved with, and as a result his brain wasn't exactly working at peak capacity. He would not break trust with her, but his curiosity was too great not to be appeased either. So here he was, trying to compose a list of possible candidates. He'd eliminated all the women, the shirt would have been too large for a woman and Uhura preferred men as far as he knew. He'd also eliminated all the instructors over the age of fifty, since he doubted Uhura would date any man older than that. Personally, he couldn't see her with a guy much more than fifteen years older, but thought that perhaps the reason why she didn't date was because she was only interested in older men. Of course, he could be thinking that to soothe his own ego.
So far the two prime candidates on his list were Instructor Chesley and Commander Spock. Now most people would think that including the half Vulcan was stupid, but Chekov had nothing but respect for the commander, and knew that the man would be Uhura's equal when it came to intelligence, something which would be very important to her. The commander was also close to her age and was not bad looking, at least as far as Chekov could be a judge of such things. There was also the fact that Uhura was generally considered to Commander Spock's favourite student, and if anyone could get a date with the man it would be someone as wonderful and as beautiful as his friend.
Pondering the possibilities Chekov's concentration was broken by the sight of a fellow cadet who appeared to be hiding behind a nearby tree while another, older man watched the other cadet with obvious ridicule.
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"Do you realize how stupid you're acting?" Bones asked his best friend, wishing he had thought to pay someone to follow them around and record how stupid Jim was being. Uhura would definitely pay serious money for the footage, not to mention the money Jim would pay him to get the recording from him once he saw how stupid he looked in it. Ah well, such was hindsight.
Glaring at his friend Jim thought Bones could be just a little more supportive. "Hey, you weren' t the one who got a concussion."
"It was a minor concussion and nobody has thrown any more fruit at your head since." Bones pointed out reasonably, still sorry he'd missed it. It seemed he was missing a lot of golden moments recently.
"Maybe they have and I haven't realized it. Ever think about that?"
"Oh yes, with your cat like reflexes you could have definitely evaded an orange or banana coming at your head without realizing it."
"Hey, I know sarcasm when I hear it."
"Yet you still chase after Uhura."
"Yeah, and she also helped me get to the Medical Bay. She's softening towards me, I'm telling you."
"Yeah, and she's also the one who told everyone she could get ahold of about you getting hit in the head with the apple in the first place."
"Shut up, Bones."
"Sure thing, Johnny Appleseed."
