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Spock and Nyota in…
All I Want for Christmas is You
It was the third Christmas on the Enterprise. Preparations for the annual Christmas party were well under way. The shuttle bay had been cleared and cleaned and a very large evergreen tree occupied one corner. There were garlands of evergreen boughs hung on all the walls. Tables had been lined up ready to receive all the goodies being prepared in the kitchens. Soon there would be many people here hanging decorations on the tree and boughs, adding balloons, streamers, setting up the sound system, busy and happy. Every year the party seemed to get a little bigger, a little better. The amateur talent show was now a well-loved tradition, although no one felt anything could ever beat the first year when Lieutenant Uhura had sung the Grinch song to Commander Spock. Unfortunately, no one had thought to record it. But every new crewman heard about it in great detail.
Crew members scurried about the ship, gathering items to help decorate with. Everyone wanted to contribute something. As spiking the punch was now a barely-kept secret, there were numerous volunteers to help with the 'preparation'. As well as distracting the captain at necessary intervals. Not that he tried very hard to see what was being done. So far there hadn't been any serious problem at the party - everyone was just having so much fun and enjoying the season so much that there weren't any incidents that needed security interference.
By 1600 on the day of the party, everything except the food was in place. The tables were covered with disposable tablecloths, printed with all sorts of seasonal scenes. This year there were even paper napkins and plates - something that someone down in stores had unearthed. No one had any idea where they had come from. Several people were busy setting them out on the tables, along with disposable forks. There didn't seem to be a need for other flatware. Now everybody cleared out - headed for their quarters to dress up, fix hair, and otherwise make themselves beautiful for the party.
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At exactly 1800, the doors to the turbo lift opened and the bridge crew stepped out. Cheers went up from the crowd gathered at the doors to the shuttle bay. Without anyone having to say anything, the crowd parted, leaving a path from the turbo lift to the closed doors. The bridge crew walked down that path, nodding and smiling at the crew members waiting - well, one of them did not smile, but his lips were quirked up at the corners. The Captain stopped in front of the closed doors, turned to the crew, and lifted his hands. Everyone got very quiet. The Captain turned back to the closed doors and made an exorbitant flourish with his hands. "Open sesame! Let the party begin!"
The doors swooshed open, giving access to the shuttle bay, full of the scent of evergreen, Christmas cookies, and punch. The bridge crew stepped through, then quickly to one side to avoid being trampled in the surge of people into the bay. In only a few moments, a surprisingly large percentage of the crew was in the shuttle bay, and more were streaming in almost continuously. The bridge crew worked themselves along the edge of the room, finally reaching their destination, between the huge tree and one of the refreshment tables. Christmas carols sounded from the speakers placed around the room, and people were wandering around, nibbling on cookies and admiring the decorations; time to join the line and find out what the kitchens had offered up this year.
Jim stood next to Bones, holding a small plate of goodies in one hand and cup of whiskey-flavored fruit punch in the other. Scotty had done his good deed again this year. Where he got his supplies, Jim didn't know and wasn't going to ask. Bones had a cookie in one hand and an almost empty punch cup in the other. Uhura stood a on the other side of Bones, relaxed, watching the people mingling on the floor, both hands cradling a punch cup. Spock was approaching, a small plate in his hands. Of course he didn't have a punch cup. Jim watched as Spock went directly to Uhura and stopped, raising the small plate that he carried and extending it to her. Oh, lover boy had brought goodies to his lady fair. How romantic. But that look on her face was distinctly odd, and so was what she was saying.
"You can't have that. You know better."
"Perhaps not all of it." Spock's face might be impassive, but there was something in his eyes. Jim wasn't quite sure what.
Uhura looked at Spock, tilting her head, watching him. She looked back down at the small plate. "This…" here she pointed at a large square of very dark chocolate fudge "is way too much, all on its own. That's dark chocolate."
Spock nodded slightly and seemed to sigh, just a bit. Jim was really curious now. He tilted his head towards Bones and spoke softly. "Do you have any idea what's going on over there? I mean, why would he need her permission to eat candy? Is it the sugar?"
Bones snorted. "It's the chocolate. Makes Vulcans drunk."
"A drunk Vulcan! WHOA!" he watched the two fellow officers, his jaw gaping slightly. "He's asking her permission to get drunk? SPOCK?"
"Sure looks that way to me. Not only that, but it looks like he's letting her decide how drunk." Bones shook his head.
Jim looked across the short distance to where his First Officer stood. He raised his voice only slightly, just enough to be heard over the general noise in the bay. "Hey, Spock, can't you decide for yourself what you want to eat?"
Spock did not so much as turn his face away from Nyota. "No." Only one word. Then he seemed to re-consider. "Not in this case." He stood there, the plate still in his outstretched hand. She would give him some of it, he was sure. She was still considering. Finally she reached out and broke off a small piece of the peppermint bark. She raised her hand toward his face and he opened his mouth. She laid the confection on his tongue and brushed his lower lip softly with her fingertips as her hand left his face. His eyelashes drifted slowly down as he savored the melting chocolate.
"More. Please."
"Not yet. That hasn't had a chance to hit your system yet." She took the plate away from him and held it herself, sitting it on top of her empty punch cup.
Jim watched in fascination. He could see small muscle movement in Spock's face as he sucked on the piece of peppermint bark. For some reason, his face looked softer than Jim could ever remember seeing it. He spoke softly to Bones once again. "Shouldn't you be taking notes or something? I mean, what an opportunity here."
Bones snorted as him. "Yeah, right. Durin' the party, I'm just goin' to whip out my tricorder and start takin' readings." He shook his head. "I do have a memory, Jim."
Spock was still watching Nyota, hoping that she would offer him another bite of the chocolate.
Instead, she asked him a question. "What did you have to eat today?"
He looked at her, his head tilted. "I did eat today, Nyota. I have consumed sufficient nutrients."
"You're avoiding the question."
He looked to the side for a moment, then back at her. "Are you testing my memory?"
"Maybe. Just answer the question."
"For first meal, I had a bowl of oatmeal...with raisins. The raisins, while not necessary, are pleasant to eat." Here Nyota carefully suppressed a giggle. "I also consumed two slices of whole wheat toast....with strawberry jam." His ears were becoming warm and he was sure they were turning green. Nyota was smirking at him now. He continued. "At mid-morning, the Captain called me into the ready room for a quick meeting and I drank a cup of tea....and ate a cheese danish."
"Wait a minute! Nobody told me there were cheese danishes in the ready room." Her eyes flashed at the captain, who studiously avoided her. Bones shrugged and took one step backwards, trying to remove himself from her glare. She looked back at Spock, but he was trying very hard not to look at her. "Okay, then what?"
"For second meal, I had a large salad of earth vegetables - lettuce, cabbage, red onions, bell peppers, radishes, jicama, pea pods,..." he paused. "There was another vegetable, I am sure of it, but I do not seem to be able to remember what it was." His brows drew together just a bit. "I should be able to remember that."
"Starting to get to you, isn't it? Sure you want more."
He looked at her, very plainly now. "Yes. I do want more." He lowered his voice. "Please, Nyota."
She considered, then broke off another small piece of the peppermint bark and placed it in his mouth, once again caressing his lips as she did. He sighed a very small sigh and his lashes fluttered down again, almost to his cheeks this time, as his tongue swirled over the melting confection. Small bursts of intense tart mint mingled with the creamy softness of the white chocolate. It was just as wonderful as it had been the first time he had tasted it, back at the Academy. His mind drifted off for a moment, remembering that night and what had happened. That night had been a turning point, his eyes had been opened. Now he opened his eyes again and looked down at the lovely woman standing before him. Would she like what he had planned? He would soon find out.
Over in front of the tree, they were setting up the sound system and the small platform used to raise the performers just enough that people not standing right in front of the tree could see their faces. The talent show would start in just a few moments. The captain walked over, standing ready to give his usual Christmas speech.
Jim stepped up on the platform, took the mike from the sound man, and addressed the crew. He made them laugh first, followed by a few things about fallen comrades and another year passing, and then came back with a joke to liven things up again. Then he passed the mike to the next person in line. People came and sang Christmas songs, some in groups, there were a few guitars and a flute, some poetry recited and then something totally unexpected happened. Spock walked forward and spoke to the sound man quietly. He flipped through the menu on his board, grinned, and cued up some music. Spock nodded and stepped up on the platform, retrieving something from his pocket and concealing it in his hand. He stood squarely in the middle of the platform, clasped his hands behind his back in that familiar pose, and began to sing in a pleasant baritone.
"The snow is falling its Christmas Eve
Presents are wrapped under the tree
is there one for me?
I only want you for Christmas, baby
I don't need nothing else
I only want you for Christmas, baby
Tie a ribbon 'round yourself
Oh, tie a ribbon 'round yourself"
As he sang, Uhura drifted closer and closer to the small platform, until she stood directly in front of him.
"I ain't gonna write no letter Send north to the pole
Cause what I'm wanting this year Saint Nick don't need to know
I only want you for Christmas, baby
I don't need nothing else
I only want you for Christmas, baby
Tie a ribbon 'round yourself
Oh, tie a ribbon 'round yourself
So put on your Christmas stockings I'll find that mistletoe
Let's get into the holiday spirits
And honey ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho"
At this point, he brought his hands out from behind his back and handed something to Uhura. She looked down at what he had handed her and laughed.
"I only want you for Christmas, baby
I don't need nothing else
I only want you for Christmas, baby
Tie a ribbon 'round yourself
I only want you for Christmas, baby
I don't need nothing else
I only want you for Christmas, baby
Tie a ribbon 'round yourself"
As he sang the last chorus, she took the wide red ribbon he had handed her, unfolded it, wrapped it around her waist, and tied it in a big bow. The whole crew burst into applause. Spock stepped down from the platform and Nyota took his hand and lead him through the middle of the crowd and straight out the doors toward the turbo lift.
Jim heaved a big sigh. That was certainly a sight one did not see every day. Beside him, Bones was silent for a moment, then whipped his tricorder out of its holster and began dictating quickly. He wanted to be sure that he didn't forget any of the signs he had witnessed.
Nyota led Spock down the corridor to her quarters. She tapped the touch plate at the door and entered, pulling him along behind her. She set the small plate she still carried down on the table at the end of the couch. Spock's eyes followed her hand. "Later. Maybe. We'll see." She leaned against him; wound her arms around his neck. "That was so lovely. To think that you planned that all out, just for me. I think you have a big thank you coming."
Her eyes were shining, her face all soft and lovely.
His heart rate accelerated.
His temperature rose slightly.
She took his hand and led him into the sleeping area, turning him and pushing him gently down to sit on the edge of the bed. "Computer. Lights, 25 percent. Lock door. Com on alerts only."
That taken care of, she bent forward and gave him a soft kiss, just barely brushing his lips. Then she began to undress him, one garment at a time, lingering over it, teasing him. He sat there, anticipating, enjoying, and letting her do whatever she wished. The chocolate sang in his blood, making him feel all loose, uninhibited. When she had him down to his pants and briefs, she pulled him to his feet and swiftly pulled those off, as well. He grinned at her, reaching out.
"Uhn uh. Just wait."
She pushed him back down on the bed, making him scoot over to the middle, stretched him out on his back. She grinned wickedly at him, and then began to remove her own clothing. He watched, eyes shining, as she slowly peeled off her garments. She was deliberately teasing him, increasing his anticipation. He was happy to allow her. He did wish she would give him just one more piece of the chocolate.
"Nyota. Just one more."
"I don't really think you need it, ashayam. It will keep. After all, New Year's is just a week away."
He licked his lips. New Year's. Yes, he had forgotten that. He could wait then; unless he could convince her to give him some in between. He could be very persuasive. But for now, he had other things on his mind. And his body. Yes, she had all her clothing off now. That meant she would be coming to the bed very, very soon. And he was definitely ready, as she could obviously tell. She licked her lips, sliding her tongue across her lower lip slowly. His eyes followed her tongue. He would like to put his tongue there now. Why didn't she come closer?
Nyota knelt on the foot of the bed, between his feet. She picked up one foot and began to rub it, softly. She kneaded and rubbed his entire foot, until all the muscles relaxed. That felt so good. Then she turned his foot and kissed the bottom of his arch, her lips soft and cool against his skin. A fire bloomed there, spreading slowly outwards as she continued to press her soft cool lips against his skin. And then she stopped and laid his foot down. He gave a small sound of disappointment. But then she picked up the other foot and repeated her actions. Now he had two spots of fire. He panted, just the tiniest bit. Her cool fingers encircled his ankles, stroked up his legs, kneading the muscles in his calves. She bent her head and began to kiss his legs, first the right, then the left, starting at his insteps and working her way up; a kiss here, a tiny nip of her teeth there, a slow lick with her tongue. Now both of his legs were on fire. He lay there, trying not to move, reveling in the sensations she was causing.
She bent her head and swiveled his leg slightly with her hand, exposing the underside of his knee to her mouth. At some point, she had loosened her hair and it hung softly about her, swaying with her movements. When she bent so low and kissed his other knee, her hair swept over his thighs, causing the skin to tingle and burn. Ah, that was so good. She continued on up his thighs, lips and hands caressing, building the fire higher. Then she stopped, moved out from between his legs. Where was she going?
"Nyota, k'diwa, come back."
"Hush, ashayam, I'm not going anywhere, just moving. See."
Now she was higher up on the bed, kneeling beside his body, leaning over, hands on either side of his head. She bent down and brushed his face with her mouth, softly, softly, lips teasing his skin. She lingered over his temples, licked softly up the sweep of his eyebrows; gently bit the hard plane of bone just in front of his ears. He moaned beneath her. Her tongue swirled gently in one ear, then he felt her teeth, biting gently along the outer edge of his ear, moving upwards toward the tip, then closing her mouth completely around that sensitive tip, sucking. Ah, yes. A low growl from his throat, a soft, happy sound from hers. She moved across his face to the other ear, assaulting it as she had the first. He was practically delirious with joy now, flame burning brightly along all his nerves. His lok twitched and jerked as she touched him, ready for her.
She moved her attention to his neck, kissing him under the edge of his chin, where the skin was very sensitive, biting him gently on the side of his neck, down from his earlobe to the curve of his shoulder, harder there, hard enough to make him bow up from the bed, just a little, growling louder. She moaned at him, his arousal affecting her now. He could smell her. His nostrils flared, sucking her in. Yes, yes, k'diwa, I do smell you.
She settled back on her heels and took the hand closest to her in hers. Starting at his shoulder, she touched and tasted every centimeter of his skin, working her way slowly down his arm until she reached his hand. She turned his hand over in hers until it laid there, palm up. She buried her face in his hand, breathing on his skin, then brushed her soft lips over each of his fingers, from palm to tip, her tongue lapping at the sensitive fingertips, setting them all ablaze. He writhed upon the bed, whole body ablaze, mind burning, wanting her, loving her. She reached over and drew up his other hand, repeating her actions there. Now she held both hands, going from one to the other, tickling, licking, tiny, tiny nips. He was burning, burning, growling at her, his lok straining, engorged, and hot.
She spread his arms apart, holding his wrists with her hands, until they lay upon the bed. She moved her body then, one knee sliding across his thighs, until she was poised above him. She leaned over, her breasts almost brushing his chest, her face above his.
"What do you need, Spock?" A soft, low whisper, her voice so intoxicating.
"Only you, Nyota, k'diwa, only you."
Her lips descending, found his as her body opened, enclosed him. He trembled, control almost gone. She moved, sliding, friction against his hot skin, wetness, cool wetness against his burning. And now she opened up the link between them, wide, and he fell into her, losing himself completely. The white-hot fire rose up around them, in them, blazing, melting, fusing, and they were one with it.
In one tiny, tiny corner of his being, his analytical mind recognized the fact that she had been correct. The amount of chocolate she had given him had been exactly right. Somehow she always knew what was right for him. He was extremely pleased. He wrapped his arms about her, pulling her down against him, snuggling her head against his neck, feeling her soft breath against his skin.
How could he possibly want anything more?
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