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Rude Awakenings
A too-warm hand slid down the outside of Nyota's thigh and pushed her through her dorm room. A feverish mouth pressed against her lips; a tongue that was slightly too dry met her own.
It had been so long. She tore open the jacket of Spock's instructor's uniform and pulled it off his shoulders...she left his shirt on in her haste to get to the front of his trousers. Unhooking them she pushed them down over Spock's hips as he began nipping at the bottom of her jaw. She moaned. His hand slipped up to push down her pajama bottoms, not even bothering to remove the tee-shirt she was wearing--his tee-shirt.
He pushed her back and then down on to her narrow dorm bed. He put one hand at her temple, his mouth back on her lips. The length of him was pressed against her thigh. She could feel the emotion surge through the link between them--deep, vast blackness that went on forever like the darkness between the stars. He wanted her, wanted to be in and around her, envelope her in all ways. And she really wanted to be enveloped. And penetrated...and, oh God, why was he holding back? She was so close...
...in her dorm bed...
Wait...Spock couldn't be in her dorm bed. He couldn't even be in her dorm room. And he'd come in his instructor's uniform? This wasn't right. He had to go...had to leave. Right. Now.
Bolting upright, Nyota found herself alone on her bed gasping in the darkness...disturbingly aroused. Gaila's gentle breathing whispered from the bed next to her.
No. No. No....
She slapped her hands against her face. Couldn't she even relax in a dream? She was so messed up --
Hearing a faint chiming from her desk, she looked over to see her folded subspace vid monitor blinking. Her heart raced. Something was wrong. Spock would never call at this hour...maybe it was her brother Jabari? He wasn't always as considerate....
Wrapping a blanket around her, she padded quickly over to her console and opened it. She was met with the static of an encrypted message from Spock. Fumbling slightly, she entered the access code...and there he was.
"Good eve..." Spock began.
Nyota cut him off. "Spock, is everything alright?"
"Yes, everything is fine." He lowered his voice and licked his lips. "I am sorry to wake you..."
She smiled in relief. "It's okay. I was awake anyway, actually..."
Gaila mumbled in her sleep behind Nyota.
"Let me just take this into the other room..." Nyota whispered.
The other room was the bathroom. Nyota wrapped the blanket around her and settled on the hard floor with the console on her knees.
She grinned at Spock. "Okay, I won't wake up Gaila now. You're still on Epsilon 1235...but I heard the Farragut left today."
Spock did not have to ask how she knew. "Yes, indeed they did."
"Show me where you're staying!" Nyota said, anxious to see the building that had been his lodgings for the past four days. Spock had been billeted down on the planet since the beginning of the mission on Epsilon 1235, but this was the first time he had called her.
Spock panned his camera around the room he was sharing with the rest of the crew. It was in the home of Roland, the "governor" of Epsilon 1235, and his wife Angel. Spock had said it was "rustic" -- and it was. The whole room, floors, walls and ceiling seemed to be made of some rough untreated reddish wood. There were three rows of single beds in the room now...perhaps as many as twenty -- all neatly made and empty except for the one Spock was sitting on.
Spock panned back to himself and raised both of his eyebrows...a gesture she interpreted as "See, not much."
"How many of you are left down there now?" she asked.
"Only five. Lieutenant John Carlisle from engineering and three ensigns assigned to us from security," Spock replied.
Nyota briefly thought about telling him about her dream...then changed her mind. He was in a public place, even if he was alone right now. It was amazing he was even calling her.
"I know you managed to replace the reactor capsule, Spock. How is the repair of the power infrastructure going?" Spock had discovered that not only had the old reactor capsule been held together with spit and duct tape...much of the power grid was, too.
"Repairs and standardizations are going well, Nyota. We should be done easily by the time the Farragut returns in five days."
"Did you get to go out and explore the local flora and fauna again today?"
Nyota knew Spock was excited, or, in his words, "extremely curious," about the local plants and animals. Epsilon 1235 had experienced a natural, or unnatural, nuclear event about 12,000 years ago. The radiation had killed off everything but the small mammals and the insects. He had told her that the number of species on the planet was immense. His theory was that radiation had caused excessive mutations, and natural selection hadn't had enough time to weed out all but the best yet.
"Yes, I have Nyota. And it has been quite fascinating, but --"
"Discover any wandering mutant radiation zombies?" she giggled, teasing him. Epsilon 1235 was highly irradiated outside the immediate vicinity of the colony, which was why the colony was so small...outside of a few hundred square kilometers the amount of radiation levels were high enough to induce sickness and even death within a few weeks.
"Not yet." Spock raised an eyebrow. His voice became rough. "Nyota, let us discuss something else right now." He began to slip off his black uniform tee.
Nyota froze. Was he? In a public place?
"Spock, your crew..."
"Will not be back, Nyota, for another forty-nine minutes and fifty two seconds -- by pre-arrangement." His tee shirt was over his head but still on his wrists. The position made the muscles in his chest and arms bulge slightly.
He stared hard at the camera. "We have unlimited subspace access here, Nyota. And we will not be recorded. We decided that allowing each of us some...personal time...to contact our families would be..." He tilted his head and licked his lips. "Good for morale."
Her eyes got wide. She swallowed. He seemed...possessed. Which was kind of sexy...No, not kind of sexy.
"What are you wearing, Nyota?" he asked, pulling the tee shirt off his wrists.
"The tee shirt you gave me after our adventure at Delta 989..." Of course. She always slept in it.
He purred. Closed his eyes. Opened them again and whispered, "Take it off."
x x x x x x x x x
Spock looked at Nyota's naked body, partially covered by her duvet, curled up in a fetal position on the floor of the bathroom she shared with her roommate. He traced the curve of her hips with his fingers. She smiled at him. He felt his lips quirk in return.
Naked under the blankets of his small bed, he was finally…content and at ease.
He might have been able to meditate through this...but...he hadn't been able to meditate properly since coming to Epsilon 1235 due to sharing his sleeping arrangements with seventeen other crew members for the past four days. Now there were only five of them...but the longer one went without meditation, the more difficult it became to achieve that state of peace.
The past few days had been as bad as basic training. But in basic training there hadn't been an Angel to catch his eye -- her gestures, the color of her skin; they were just so close to his bond-mate's...
"That was nice," said Nyota. His Nyota.
He stood up and started putting on his clothes. "Yes," he agreed, raising an eyebrow as he slipped the uniform black tee shirt over his head.
"Can I expect more calls...over the next few days?" she asked.
"If it is agreeable to you...it is late there now. I understand if --"
"It is agreeable and you know it! Even if we are just talking, Spock. About the bugs and plants and little animals you have there...I loved the pictures of the flowers you sent."
His heart skipped a bit. "I thought you might enjoy those."
Sitting back on his bed he pulled his socks over his ankles. He could have said goodbye to her and done these mundane things without her watching...but he hated to part from her, even if it was only the vid screen...
"I like watching you get dressed...almost as much as I love watching you get undressed," she said.
And apparently she did not mind...
Spock allowed himself one last, long purr and then said, "Nyota, I must go. In one minute's time it is Ensign Singh's turn..."
"To have some subspace nookie with his wife?"
Spock raised an eyebrow disapprovingly, but his lip quirked. "To have some personal time to talk to his family..."
She pressed her fingers to the screen. "Get out of here," she said with a grin.
Spock touched his finger to the screen. "Goodbye, my Nyota." The screen flickered to static. Disengaging the encryption device and placing it in his pocket, he went to the simple hinged door of the room and unlocked it. Ensign Singh was standing on the other side at attention.
"At ease, Ensign," Spock said.
"Yes, sir." Singh stared at Spock, smiling. "Sir?"
"Yes, Ensign?" Spock asked, putting his hands behind his back. He wondered if he could take a shower now...or if it would be too obvious.
"Thank you for letting us do this...we never thought a Vulcan would understand..."
"Vulcans have families too, Ensign."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir...well, I'm going to go watch my wife put my baby girl to bed. Do you want to see a picture of her? I mean, my baby girl, not my wife...she's really..."
"No," Spock said.
As the ensign closed the door, Spock made his way to the shower.
A few minutes later he was downstairs making his way to the kitchen...Spock had taken his subspace communication hour during dinner time. Most of his crew were out on the porch, but he heard Roland's and Angel's voices inside ahead of him.
Spock respected Roland and Angel...They were both quite business-like. Roland was the governor of the colony, but it was very much a joint effort with Angel. The two also ran the largest homestead on Epsilon 1235 -- because, as Angel had explained, everyone on Epsilon had to do real work.
After that first day with Pike, they had done everything in their power to be accommodating. In Roland's words, "So you get your job done and get out of here as soon as possible." Neither Roland nor Angel tolerated any obstruction or even rudeness from the other colonists. It had made it much easier for Spock and his crew to do their jobs.
Right now he could hear Angel saying, "I should straighten it."
"But I like it the way it is," said Roland.
"You always say that."
"Because it's true," responded Roland.
Spock expected they were talking about something on their homestead or in their house. But as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, he saw Angel leaning against Roland. Roland's pale white fingers were entwined in the long, tight black curls of her hair and he was kissing her cheek gently. "It's like a pillow..."
An hour earlier Spock might have been distracted by the sight of the two of them together...there was something about the sight of Roland's white skin against Angel's dark caramel that filled him with longing -- but right now he was feeling exceptionally relaxed.
His eyes went immediately to the kitchen table. Someone had thoughtfully laid out some dinner for him...all vegetarian.
"Ah, Mr. Spock," Angel said, sounding startled. "We left some food out for you..."
x x x x x x x x x
Spock slept easily that night -- and not just because there were fewer people snoring around him. After exactly two hours he carefully got out of bed and quietly changed into his uniform without waking any of the sleeping humans around him. And then he went into the hallway to meditate.
A few days ago he had literally been tripped over in the hall, but there were fewer people coming and going now. Curling his legs up to his body, he slipped easily into a trance.
...He was in exactly that position when the first tremor hit.
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