Disclaimer – If I could claim Star Trek as my own I would
Earth date – 8th March 2257, Starfleet Academy dormitories
'You were always on my mind'
"OOOOOO my lust cells are rising" Gaila, clapped her hands and squealed in delight "I want that dress, when you have completed your use of it. Are you going to have sex with Commander Vulcan in it?"
Uhura stepped back admiring herself in the mirror, she wore a squared neck, short- sleeved patterned dress from her homeland. It was a pretty eclectic style since Africa was still the most diverse region on the planet. Her hair was styled in tiny elaborate braids and corn rows, took two stylists three hours to complete. When she returned to her dorm room Gaila announced she looked like a Masai princess. Well Masai did not have royalty, and Uhura was not of that tribe, but she accepted the compliments with the good intentions her friend exhibited.
"He's taking me to a Han-shir exhibition at the Vulcan embassy tonight."
"Who is Han-shir when she's not in residence?" Gaila asked, her face perplexed and intrigued at the same time.
"Not who, Gaila, where. It's a region on Vulcan, one of the continents. Some of its most famous artists are holding an exhibition at the embassy today. And Spock invited me."
"Oh nice. And then what?" Gaila picked up a PADD and started browsing.
"And then we have dinner." Uhura started to sway like a young school girl.
"Oh, joyous, joyous, then afterwards," Gaila responded drily, making it sound anything but 'joyous'.
"And then we go for a walk in the gardens….." Uhura sing songed.
Gaila yawned, "This gets more interesting by the micro second."
Uhura turned to her, a naughty gleam in her eye.
"And then I pull down his pants and suck his green dick!" She declared triumphantly.
Gaila dropped the PADD unceremoniously on a nearby desk and jumped up.
"Blessed be, my prayers are answered, Goddess be praised!"
"Gotcha! Not quite yet, Gaila. And I might not even tell you anyway."
Gaila reached for the nearest item and threw it at her friend. Thankfully, Uhura caught the bottle of black nail polish before it splashed on the floor.
"You are a cruel sister, how can you continue to add to my nightmares? Think of your poor kitten." She wailed.
"When the kitten is petted, you'll be the third to know." Uhura laughed as she headed out the door pulling on her coat.
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*Vulcan Compound, Embassy gardens
Spock and Uhura strolled the gardens after dinner. The exhibiton had been a resounding success. The artists had received many orders from the patrons who attended. Uhura could only afford a few small holo prints. (Unknown to her Spock had bought a painting she admired, as a gift for her).
"There are not many humans with a taste for naric. They tend to find it quite sour."
"My maternal mjomba made me try it. He uses it in his soups in his restaurant back home. It's very popular.
"Fascinating, your uncle serves Vulcan food?"
"Yes, he has a great place in Mombasa, near the Vulcan consulate. If you ever visit, you've got to try the Amani restaurant." Uhura beamed.
"I hope to do so, perhaps you will show me around when the time comes." Spock looked at her intently. Uhura shivered and it was not from the cold. It was obvious he expected her to be there as well. She shared the same expectations.
They arrived at the corner of the garden that was rather sandy but peaceful. It felt strange seeing a replica of a Vulcan landscape in such cold conditions. The weather was dry but cold at 55F/12C. They both wore heavy robes to keep warm. Although Uhura could think of other more pleasant ways to heat up if they were inside.
She needed to make an appointment with a doctor. Uhura and Spock needed to have 'the talk' and soon. It was not romantic but before any intense bodily fluids could be exchanged, other medical information needed to be exchanged first. Uhura tried not to sigh, it was the part of a new romance that could either make or break some couples. She smiled as she imagined Spock handling the process in a most logical manner.
His voice broke her thoughts.
"Nyota, when we first began this courtship I did have concerns about the probability of its longevity. I apologise if this offends you."
He led them to sit inside a gazebo, the bright, golden brown plants covering them added a welcoming warmth.
"Not at all, Spock. I didn't think we'd last eight days much more less eight weeks." Uhura admitted in response.
"I do like these plants, they are so bright and feel so warm, what are they called?"
"Poshshau yar" He replied as he drew near to her.
"Plants of fire…fire plants" Uhura correctly translated, as she looked around in admiration.
"I am very fond of you Nyota, and our time together. In my culture when a Vulcan couple desire closeness, it is common to engage in 'emafa kito'."
Uhura looked perplexed, she was not familiar with the Vulcan phrase.
"Are you asking, what I think you're asking?"
"What do you think I am asking Nyota?"
"You want to sleep with me?" She asked her head tilted.
"Nyota, when we do engage in physical intimacy, sleep will come afterwards." Spock replied, his voice seemed lower in tone.
Uhura's brows lifted, she needed to make that medical appointment as soon as she got home.
"Emafa kito is a mind meld; our thoughts will be momentarily linked, our dreams, hopes and fears, become one. It is a temporary link, there will be no lasting damage to you."
"How long will it last?"
"Just a moment, it will be brief. Are you prepared?"
"As ready as I'll ever be Spock."
Spock flexed his fingers in preparation for the meld. He brought her close to him and placed them on her meld points.
The ancient words were spoken 'My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts.'
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Uhura brushed her eyes as the tears slid down her face. Spock looked at her concerned.
"I am told emotional transference can be a side effect of mindmelds for non Vulcanoids."
"You've done this with other girls?" Uhura asked, feeling a bit slighted.
"No, this information comes from my mother. She found her first time with my father rather overwhelming as well."
Spock drew her to him and held her to his chest. The meld revealed how often Uhura was in his thoughts, his deep, almost possessive affection for her. How he tried to tame that ancient Vulcan part of him that wanted to claim her. How his logical side controlled his dark side that wanted to growl at others who seemed too close in their associations. He had no claim on her. Not yet, perhaps in the future.
Uhura was gladly overcome at what she had learned. Her feelings for Spock felt so small in comparison to the growing, powerful force inside him. This was more than what a mere joining of bodies could reveal. Although she learned that he wanted that as much as she did, he was still male after all.
She looked into his dark, warm brown eyes.
"I want, I feel so, I.." How could a communications major be tongue tied at this moment?
"I understand Nyota," Spock whispered to her, his forehead touching hers.
He drew back and lifted her chin, leaning forward to press his lips to hers. The kiss deepened as they tasted each other's mouths, their tongues caressing. Spock's right hand drifted under her dress, under her coat, sliding up and down her smooth brown legs. The gazebo filled with the groans of the young couple. Uhura felt the wetness between her thighs, now was as good a time as any for this. Spock had assured her there was no one nearby. Her legs widened as he reached the top of her stockings.
"Touch me," she whispered.
Spock could smell her perfume, her voice aroused, he was aroused as well but of the two of them he would be better able to keep control. He wanted to give Nyota what she wanted. He wanted to see her face in ecstasy for the first time. His fingers brushed the outside of her underwear, he felt the damp spot. Underneath lay the road to satisfaction. He slipped his fingers under and touched her fleshy mound, brushing the soft hairs with his fingers. Uhura moaned in response, as he licked and sucked her upper lips whilst stroking her lower ones.
"Tu-ash ashayam" Spock ordered, his digits ready to explore further.
Nyota obeyed, letting him probe the wetness inside, encouraging him with her words and moans.
It was the night her kitten felt the pleasure of a Vulcan touch. It was the first of many experiences.
Gaila would be so proud.
Author's notes
Emafa kito - not found in the VLD but its in IDW comic #18
*Words inspired by IDW comic #18
Naric – Vulcan version of pomegranate
Poshshau yar – fire plants
Mjomba- uncle (Swahili)
Tu-ash ashayam – open darling
