Nyota
When she awoke she was momentarily dis-orientated. She was warm, perhaps too warm, lying on a very firm mattress with a sheet tangled over one shoulder. She shifted uncomfortably. One naked shoulder… She never sleep naked.
Her eyes bugged open and she found herself staring into a curious set of dark Vulcan eyes.
Spock.
Her brain fully woken up by the shock, she recalled the events of the previous evening. Being waylaid, (again), by her Commander in the gym steam room of all places, then again in the shower… and then eventually, in his bed. Although waylaid wasn't really the right word… she had offered much resistance…
He was sat cross-legged against the headboard beside her in a comfortable looking robe of some sort. He was looking down at her curiously, but with a PADD in his hand denoting that he hadn't, in fact, been just watching her sleep like a weirdo. She blinked and stretched. His eyes darted down and she quickly pulled the sheet up so he wasn't getting an eyeful. Her cheeks burned.
'Good Morning Nyota.' he offered her politely, as if her waking up naked in his bed was an entirely commonplace and acceptable occurrence.
She licked her lips and frowned slightly. 'Morning Spock.' Her voice was slightly hoarse with sleep.
She sat up and looked around the room. She didn't see her clothes nearby.
The mattress dipped slightly as Spock moved and then she felt warm fingers press gently to the nape of her neck, tracing the bite he'd left there. A little twinge of burning pain flicked through her, but then he pressed the tingly heat of his palm against her skin and soothed the little hurt.
'I am sorry to have caused you injury.' he offered awkwardly.
She gave him a sceptical look over her shoulder. He was regarding her solemnly, but she recalled his far from solemn countenance when she'd gotten the bite in question.
'No you aren't.' she replied.
He seemed to take strange alien delight in biting her, in leaving marks on her skin. Perfectly normal for his species he'd claimed. His head tilted slightly and his eyes left hers to regard her back. He'd bitten her there she recalled. Mouthed along the line of her shoulder blade when he had her from behind. 'I regret causing you discomfort.' he amended.
Nyota shrugged slightly. 'It didn't hurt at the time.' They had more they needed to discuss, more important topics than Vulcan lovebites to cover, but Nyota's immediate concern was peeing. And rinsing her mouth. Giving up on clothes, she tugged at the sheet as she got to her feet, wrapping it toga-style around her body.
'Where are you going?' Spock asked, his voice betraying a trace… concern? Irritation? It was difficult to tell. He was a Vulcan after all.
'To use the bathroom.' Nyota informed him.
He was sitting back on the bed when she emerged a few minutes later feeling slightly more refreshed and like herself, but he'd gotten her clothes from where ever they'd ended up - on the floor somewhere between his front door and his bed no doubt - and they were neatly folded at the foot of the bed.
She wondered if he wanted her to leave, was surprised he'd let her sleep till morning actually. She picked up the bundle of clothes she'd worn to the gym the night before and forced herself to meet his gaze. The atmosphere was beyond awkward. 'Do you mind if I have a quick shower?' She didn't want to hang around if he wanted her gone, but she'd prefer not to return to the Orion Inquisition smelling like she'd been thoroughly fucked by a Vulcan.
'I am amenable.' he responded. 'There are clean towels in the cupboard to the left of the shower.'
Nyota nodded her thanks and headed back into his ensuite.
His shower was set to a blistering heat setting, but otherwise there was nothing weird or Vulcany in his bathroom. The cleansers and shampoos were normal terran varieties. She sniffed them all of course - nosy - and used the ones that she decided smelt best. Her muscles ached. She was uncertain if it was from both the long run and workout she'd completed prior to her brief swim and trip to the sauna in the gym the night before, or the exercise she'd partaken of after that.
The little bruises on her hips and ass were most definitely Spock inflicted injuries however. She lined up her thumb and index finger to two dark purple spots. Fingerprints. And of course there were the bite marks on her back and neck. She twisted in front of the mirror and tried to inspect them after she'd dried off. They weren't as bad as she'd thought. Nowhere near as deep as the bites he'd given her in his office. The one on her neck felt like it might have drawn blood, but the other marks along her shoulder blade were just soft bruises.
She tried to pretend that the sight of them didn't excite a part of her, but she remembered enjoying receiving them quite a bit… quite a lot. And if she'd enjoyed it, and he'd enjoyed it, what did it matter? It was a little unusual, but hardly that weird. The one on her neck was a bit much maybe, but the other ones… Seeing the marks on her skin and remembering Spock's mouth on her, calling her his made a wave of heat wash over her. Nyota was suddenly very conscious of her nudity. And of Spock's proximity on just the other side of the door. On a bed.
She frowned at her reflection and started pulling on her clothes. Her muscles protested. She couldn't get her arms to behave. Obviously she'd overdone the strength training. Her arms were so stiff it was an involved and painful process just to hook her bra. The zip on her dress, always a bit awkward, proved too much. After spending a minute reaching over her shoulders and around her ribs trying to get it done up, she admitted defeat at the half-way mark.
Timidly she exited the bathroom.
Spock was still sitting upon the bed. He gave her his full attention and she squirmed a little.
'Spock, could you, um…' she pointed over her shoulder.
He raised an eyebrow.
'I can't quite get my zipper up. Could you fasten it for me?' Just so she didn't have to look at him anymore, she turned to illustrate her problem.
He got to his feet with a soft rustling and she managed not to flinch when she felt a warm hand rest gently upon her spine. He tugged at the zip. It didn't move. She felt warm breath on her back as he apparently leant closer to inspect the issue.
'There is cloth caught in the closure.' he informed her.
'Oh.' Nyota replied. Her heart was racing. 'I overdid my reps yesterday. I thought I was just too stiff to reach it properly.' she babbled.
'You have muscle strain?' Spock inquired evenly, working at freeing the zip. Every now and then his hands would brush against her skin as he tugged at it.
'Ah. Yes? A little.' she replied vaguely.
She felt something give. Spock had cleared her zipper. Instead of doing it up however he smoothed a palm up along her spine. Nyota shivered. 'There is tension in the inferior fibers of your trapezius muscle.' he informed her.
'Um...' she replied eloquently, unsure of what to say and distracted by the very warm hand pressed against her skin.
He traced along the left hand side of her spine, out below her shoulder blade, his fingers stretching out, and then he dug his thumb and middle finger deeply into her flesh and Nyota felt a strange heat and tingle. Her breath whooshed out and her back stretched back at the sudden relief of tension.
She blinked. 'Wha?' cleared her throat. 'What was that?'
'It is a Vulcan technique.' he replied, his fingers smoothing over her skin. 'Sit on the bed. I will relieve you of your discomfort.'
Nyota pursed her lips at his commanding tone. Trust Spock to turn offering her a massage into an order. Still, she climbed up onto the bed and sat down cross-legged. 'Is this okay?'
He knelt behind her, his weight making the mattress dip and slope towards him. 'It is acceptable.' Warm hands pushed her dress over her shoulders and unhooked her bra so that her back was bare. For a minute his palms ran over and along the lines of her back in a conventional massage, and then he started pressing firmly in precise spots and hot electric sparks seemed to zap through her skin, deep into her muscles, making them loosen and relax.
It felt wonderful.
She was uncertain how long he worked upon her back. Eventually he moved onto her neck, and then along her shoulders and down her arms. Nyota limply flopped under the direction of his hands, warm and relaxed and half asleep. She offered no complaint when he tugged her dress over her head and continued his ministrations. His hands traced her entire body, strong and warm and addictive. It felt entirely natural, when he was leaning over her, his fingers spread across her ribcage, to wrap her thighs around him. His hand slid lower and instead of relieving tension he began building it.
'I thought you said this was a Vulcan technique Spock, not an Orion one.' she said in a soft teasing voice, too relaxed to open her eyes.
'I believe this particular 'technique' is practised by Vulcan and Orion alike, along with most other humanoid species.' His hand shifted, fingers sliding against her. 'Although there is one Vulcan variation which is unique to our race.'
Nyota hummed in pleasure, only half listening to his words. 'Yeah?'
'It is a neuro-pressure technique utilizing the same combination of physical pressure and psi-energy for the purpose of nerve manipulation I have been demonstrating.' he continued evenly.
'Sounds… interesting.' Nyota replied vaguely, her hips wiggling in little circles. His fingers shifted, slid firmly over the wet bud of her clit with a sharp jarring pleasure. She gasped and her eyes flicked open.
Spock was crouched over her with that dark look in his eyes that made her heart beat faster and heat flare deep inside her. His head tilted slightly to one side, his gaze narrowing intensely, and then he did that thing. Nyota's back arched and her entire body seized up as if she'd been electrocuted. Unexpectedly, violently, almost painfully, an orgasm rocked through her. Wracked her mercilessly. She made a high-pitched wailing noise, part shock, part pain but mostly intense pleasure.
She was dazed when he entered her, unable to do more than just hold on and try to attempt not to suffocate or pass out from the overwhelming sensation of him moving against her hyper-sensitised body. It seemed to go on forever, torture and pleasure all at once, and then he came - hot and gasping - his brow pressed to hers and his fingers twisted with her own. She felt the echo of that pulsing release, but her own body was still too tightly wound to share in it fully.
He collapsed against her in a crushing Vulcan lump, his head on her shoulder and an arm across her chest. The heavy weight of him was simultaneously reassuring and oppressive. She stared up past his pale shoulder at the ceiling above them and tried to catch her breath. Of its own accord one of her hands started stroking his hair and he made one of those Vulcan noises of his. A little rumbly huff of apparent approval. Nyota smiled at the absurdity, tension draining out of her and that loose relaxation she'd felt earlier returning slightly.
She turned her face towards him and awkwardly managed to press a kiss to the crown of his head. Past him a wide window offered a view of San Francisco, grey and dreary. Perfect weather to be smothered in Vulcan in. He was so warm…
She must have dozed again, because she woke up in almost precisely the same manner as she had hours earlier. She was naked in Spock's bed with the aforementioned Vulcan perched beside her with a PADD.
She regarded him in bleary dejavu.
'Good Afternoon Nyota.' he offered serenely.
'How long was I asleep?' she croaked, burying her head against his thigh.
'4.8 hours.'
'What time is it?'
'It is 12:48 hours.'
Nyota allowed herself a few moments additional rest. His sheets smelt nice. She wondered what he had his refresher set too… 'I suppose I should get up.' she said at length.
'To remain sleeping would most likely have a negative effect upon your circadian cycle.' he agreed.
She sighed and stumbled to her feet, taking the sheet with her as a makeshift toga once more. Spock regarded her with an expression which seemed to imply he found her behaviour 'highly illogical', but he wisely refrained from comment.
Nyota picked up her discarded clothing and retreated to the bathroom. She scrubbed the sleep from her face and vainly attempted to straighten her hair before giving up and piling it in a haphazard bun atop her head. Her stomach gurgled.
Lunch. But first… She needed to talk to Spock.
He gave her a wary look when she emerged. 'You are uneasy.' he observed.
She twisted her mouth in a frown that was half pout. 'Yes.' she agreed. 'I'm…' she gestured with her hand airily. 'confused.'
He nodded. 'I also find this situation to be… confounding.'
Nyota felt herself calm a little at his words. Maybe he would actually talk to her this time. Not just over-react and twist her words. She licked her lips nervously. 'I need you to explain what this is Spock, because… I'm not sure what we are… doing. Exactly.'
He was silent for some time. Long enough for Nyota pick at her manicure and discover three chipped nails and then to walk over to the window and stare down at the street below. It was still grey and dreary.
Spock unfolded himself from the bed and came to stand nearby her, his hands clasped behind his back. Her eyes met his briefly in the reflection of the window before she darted her attention elsewhere.
He shifted on his feet, like he was going to speak but then did not. Speaking of such things was probably very difficult for him, alien. Answering her questions would perhaps be easier. She swallowed and met his gaze. 'You said that your behaviour was normal for a Vulcan - ' He nodded slightly. '- I don't think you were being entirely honest with me.'
His head tilted in contemplation. 'My behaviour has followed Vulcan norms, however, you are not Vulcan. That is not normal. It has been the cause of much of my more… illogical behaviour.'
Nyota frowned. 'My being human?'
'Correct.'
'How?' Wasn't he half human? Clearly that wasn't an issue.
'Vulcans are… ill-suited to Terran style personal associations.'
'What does that even mean?'
He frowned ever so slightly. 'Perhaps I could cite an example?'
'Please.'
'Vulcans are territorial.' he began haltingly. 'It is difficult. Were you Vulcan, I would know your thoughts. There would be no doubt or need for human trust.'
'You mean like that waiter?'
His eyes flashed slightly but otherwise his expression remained smooth. 'There would be no… confusion between two Vulcans.'
Nyota was silent for a moment as she thought over his words. 'So you're saying that because I'm not Vulcan, not telepathic, you're having trouble with these… instincts? That's why your behaviour's been so erratic?'
'That is correct.'
She turned to face him fully and took his hand in hers, twisting and sliding her fingers against his in the way he had shown her. His eyelids lowered slightly. 'Does this help?' she asked. 'With the confusion?' she clarified.
'It is… yes.' he replied. 'I feel your thoughts.'
She tilted her head and looked up at him. 'Could I lie to you like this?'
His brow furrowed and Nyota found herself tugged forward into his arms. 'Lie?' he asked coolly looking down at her with a very guarded expression on his face.
'Answer the question Spock. With us touching like this, could I lie to you?'
'Why would you wish to lie to me Nyota?' he asked lowly.
'I don't. Now answer the question.' she snapped.
He regarded her with narrowed eyes for a moment. 'No. I could sense your deception. Perhaps not the precise nature of the lie, but the intent.'
Nyota nodded. 'Good.'
His eyebrow rose in query.
'The next time you get yourself worked up, thinking I'm going to run off with our waiter or whatever, we can just do this and clear it up.' she explained, quite pleased with herself. It seemed vaguely insulting that she'd need to more or less subject herself to a telepathic lie-detector test because of his irrational fears, but it was a concession she was willing to make.
Perhaps he felt some of that thought their fingers.
'A thoughtful concession.' he agreed.
