"You have gotta be fuckin' kidding me," Jayme groaned as she sat across from Pike in his office.
"I wish I were but he thinks I'm too close," the captain told her. "Which isn't exactly wrong."
"But isn't that the point of an advisor? To look out of the best interests your students and make sure they're focused on their tasks? To be an ear and give advice? They're basically punishing us for… what? You being good at your job and me not being a complete dunce," she said.
"It's just the summer session and one semester," he sighed.
"My last semester. I mean, I stopped teaching so that I could do this Maru stuff. I have a handful of months until I'm done and they decide that now is the time to switch my advisor. It's bullshit and you know it. Do I even get a say?"
"No. Barnett takes over. It's effective immediately. As a matter of fact, you're to report to him as soon as you're done here."
"You know what this is about, don't you?"
"Combination of things. Between your impressive grades, your parentage and your marriage; it's smart for them to want to keep a better eye on you. I know you reported your progress with the Maru to Barnett already but I guess that's not enough."
"They're gonna try to make me their dancing monkey," Jayme sighed. Pike just gave her a shrug. "The twenty-fifth anniversary of George's death is in just over eight months. If I missing something, please tell me."
"You're not," the captain said. "You're gonna have to be very careful, Jim. I don't know what the brass is up to and I'll do my best to look out for you but…"
"They outrank you and I'm not worth your commission."
"Yes, they outrank me. Depending on the situation, you probably are."
"Right," she chuckled.
"Hey, I could hack it as a civilian. I can raise horses or something," Pike smiled.
"But I would never let you stick your neck out far enough to get your head chopped off. If I need backup with the brass, I'll ask Sarek," Jayme smiled. They sat in silence for a minute, the reality that he was no longer her advisor setting in. "I guess I better go see Barnett."
"Yea. You know that just because I'm not your advisor anymore doesn't mean you can't talk to me."
"I know. You're cool like that."
"Me, cool?"
"Oh, please. You're what every good command cadet wants to be when we grow up. You have to be cool."
"It is inconvenient, however, it is the nature of a career in Starfleet," Spock told her.
"But I wasn't supposed to go on a training cruise this summer… if I can even call this a training cruise. Two months on a starbase right in the middle of the Klingons, Orions and Romulans is not my idea of effective training. I'm not sure I even wanna go," she pouted. Barnett is on her shit list… if she actually had a shit list, that is. Jayme could swear that the man was bound and determined to make her miserable.
"You do," he said. "You do not want what happened on the Farragut to repeat itself. You do, however, enjoy your time working on a ship."
"This isn't a ship. It's a planetoid-based space station."
"You will more than likely be assigned to a ship as needed. It is not uncommon for starbase personnel to partake in missions. The location of Starbase Twelve makes it an optimal assignment for a tactician."
"Oh, don't throw your logic all over my angst," Jayme chuckled. "Something bad happens every time I go out there."
"Also the nature of our careers."
"Can you stop being logical for like five minutes?"
"No."
"Didn't think so," she laughed as she covered her head with her pillow. "I wish you were going with me."
"As do I but I cannot," Spock whispered against her shoulder before pressing a kiss there. "I have duties here which require my presence."
"Like the Enterprise going up to spacedock," Jayme mumbled as Spock's arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her even closer.
"Precisely. We will do our duty as is expected of us."
"I know. I don't have to like it, right?"
"No, you do not. I do not like it either. I have learned from experience that the Admiralty rarely acts without a motive."
"Guess it's a good thing I don't trust a lot of people," she chuckled.
"In this case, it is a very good thing," he said, dropping a kiss against the back of her neck as his hand slid along her leg.
"What are you doing?" Jayme asked with a smirk.
"Attempting to distract you from your thoughts," Spock whispered against her ear.
"You are quite distracting," she smiled. "I mean, have you seen you?"
"I have. I am, however, not attracted to myself," he said with a quiet chuckle as she turned in his arms.
"Too bad. Everybody should be attracted to you," Jayme chuckled, kissing along his jaw.
"As long as you are attracted to me, I do not concern myself with the opinion of anyone else."
"Listen to you. You'll be writing poetry before I know what hit me."
"You speak in jest, however, I would not be averse to such an exercise."
"Good to know. For later," she gave his ear a playful nip and he ground his hips against hers.
"Indeed, ashal-veh," Spock said as he pulled the short, satiny nightgown over her head. One of his hands held both of hers and the other slid down her arm, over her side and rested on her hip. "Had I been aware that you were wearing nothing under your sleepwear, I believe our conversation would have ended nine point two-one minutes earlier."
"Next time I go commando, I'll let you know," Jayme chuckled. He raised an eyebrow in that way he does. "It's an idiom for not wearing underwear. I'm not surprised that you don't know that one, you don't ask people what's under their clothes. Me being the only exception, of course."
"Of course," he agreed as he kissed and nibbled at her neck. He was going to leave a mark if he wasn't careful and Jayme found that she quite liked the idea. In response to her thoughts, he latched on to a spot right under her jaw as he ground against her again.
"Spock," she sighed as she pulled her hands free, the need to touch him was overwhelming. Jayme's fingers lightly trailed along his neck and over his shoulders before moving down his chest, to his stomach and tugging at his pants, which he let her push off.
His hands slid under her back, his fingers curled over her shoulders, anchoring their bodies to each other before he plunged deep, their bond buzzing in contentment as soon as their bodies were joined. Even though she knew it was coming, it still managed to take her by surprise.
"Oh," Jayme gasped at the sensation. Spock held himself still but she needed him to move. Jayme wiggled a little and he leaned back to look at her, his dark brown eyes were almost black.
"Do not do that," he said quietly. "My control is lacking at the moment and I do not wish to harm you."
"What's wrong with your control?" she asked.
"You," Spock told her.
Jayme didn't bother to ask what he meant as he withdrew from her before burying himself again. Apparently, Spock had started this with every intention of going slow but something in his mind was pulling at his control and he didn't have it in him to drag it out. She sucked in a deep breath and wrapped her legs around his waist. One of her hands moved to hold on to him as they moved together, she reached up with the other and touched his face lightly, loving the way his skin felt under her fingertips. Spock's eyes just watched her and she could see a myriad of things in those chocolate pools.
"Spock," she breathed when his steady pace faltered, every nerve in her body on edge. "Please."
"What do you need? Tell me," he whispered against her shoulder.
"I need to move," Jayme muttered. Spock nodded before he rolled them over, moving his hands to her hips. She let out a chuckle and his grip on her tightened just a little. "This would be a perfect time to tickle you."
"My mind and body are focused elsewhere; I doubt it would have much effect on me. You, however, do not have my brain capacity," Spock teased. "I wonder…"
"Don't you dare," she smiled.
"Stop me," he said, his fingers dancing over her sides. If he was trying to make her laugh, he failed. Jayme squirmed and ground against him when he tickled her, which brought with it a wonderful friction. Spock's hands moved back to her hips, gripping her tightly before surging up. Even though she was on top, he had more leverage and he was using it.
Spock sat up, his hands sliding up her back, his mouth settled on her throat and his teeth scraping against the mark he made earlier as they moved together. Jayme buried her hands in his hair, determined to keep him right where he was. Her lips rained kisses and nips wherever she could reach, brushing over his ear. The next thing Jayme knew, she was pinned under him again, all the air rushing out of her lungs. Spock thrust into her hard and fast, his instincts taking over his rationality. She cried out as her whole body tightened around him and the pressure that had been building inside of her just snapped. Her back arched up off the bed and her fingers clutched at his arms and she came apart.
He thrust several more times, each stroke feeling deeper than the one that came before before slamming into her one final time, groaning against her neck when he did. Jayme's arms wrapped around her husband as she watched him rein in his emotions. People would probably think that that bothered her but it didn't. It was just who Spock was. And Spock's pretty awesome.
"As are you," he whispered against her neck.
"I know," she chuckled. "You okay?"
"I am. Are you?"
"I'm much better than okay."
ashal-veh - Darling