"Din Lugh"

A Star Trek-the Original Series (TOS) fan-fic/Alternate Universe (set mainly after "Wrath of Khan").

A/N: This story is Scotty-centric, and I do not own any rights to these "Star Trek" characters and tales. I am using a timeline of my own design that runs with movies II-V, more or less (notice that I ignore ST-"The Motion Picture"). I started writing this fan-fic more than 30 years ago and only recently decided to dust it off a bit to see where it takes me.

Summary: Scotty has family members elsewhere in Starfleet and the Klingons would love to capture one or any of them.

Rating: T for now; may change in later chapters. PWP.

Pairings: MS/NU, LM/CC, others as needed.

Solemn vows

Chapter 35/?

Scotty made his way back to the Enterprise guest quarters that he shared with his wife, and he quietly got undressed in their bedroom. He hoped Connor would sleep for several hours, as Dr. McCoy had recommended, and he thought he might take that sound medical advice for himself. He slipped into bed gingerly, hoping to avoid waking the soundly sleeping woman he loved like no other. Nyota smiled and muttered softly as she snuggled closer to face his warmth.

"Is everything okay, love?" she asked, her voice even more sexy in her current state. She breathed deeply as she wrapped one arm and leg possessively over his body.

"Aye, as well as can be. Connor woke up for a bit and McCoy told him to stay in bed," he replied. "Rather sternly, I thought, and wi' a sedative injection. You know how they both are."

He heard and felt her chuckle against his chest. "Good." She leaned closer and kissed his cheek, drifting off almost at once. Scotty felt tears gathering in his eyes as he held her close, glad that they were all three safe and whole and well after their misadventures courtesy of Commander Rakit and his SFCIA agents. He lay for a long time listening to her breathe and he too, eventually slept and dreamed.

It was actually a great dream, one of a few pleasant ones from their time on Kaleb. He let his mind drift as he recalled one very special late night in particular…

As she lay sleeping curled on one side, cuddled comfortably into her pillow with Scotty tucked in behind her like a matching spoon, Uhura was vividly dreaming of butterflies—all shapes, all sizes and all colors. The elusive touches of their fluttering wings on the sensitive, smooth skin of her calves and thighs as they lightly landed and then darted off again made her twitch in ticklish delight. She resisted the urge to squirm around too much lest they be frightened away.

At least, that's how she saw it in her mind's eye. In reality though, she sighed softly, with a pleasant tightness of arousal growing in her lower abdomen as she stretched and shifted languidly onto her back. From where he rested with his head propped up in one hand, Scotty was glad to see the look on her face as she slept next to him. Of course, his other hand, the free one that was delicately stroking her smooth legs probably had something to do with that beautiful, sensuous smile.

He nearly lost his control when she moaned almost wantonly and spread her legs apart while he ran his fingertips up and down her inner thighs, the REMs visible under tightly shut eyelids in a dream but her body responded of its own accord to his very familiar, intimate touch. His erection was pressed hard against her hip and Scotty reveled in the heat that now radiated from her scantily clad sleeping form. He breathed deeply and quietly to keep from making love to her before she was awake enough to participate; he really, really wanted to kiss her just then. Scotty smirked to himself as he welcomed what the SFCIA nutritionist's supplements were doing to his libido.

I'll take your wee B-12 and raise you another calcium, magnesium and iron, yah cheeky spook bugger, he thought, grinning. He shook his head at the direction his thoughts were going and he appreciated that he was healthy enough at his age to enjoy those thoughts and actions. Bless you too, Dr. MacCoy.

"Mmm, Scotty, this is so very nice to wake up to," she purred as she gradually wakened, turning to face him and one of her hands deliberately brushed against his cock. He jolted as if a mild electric shock had coursed through his very soul and Nyota chuckled softly in response, wrapping her hand around his length. Her thumb stroked the moist tip and he groaned in anticipation, swallowing loudly. There was nothing wrong with her libido either and she knew it.

"I was dreaming," she said sleepily (and in a voice that he found ever so sexy; as she was his favorite Communications officer, Scotty had always loved her voice… smoky and sweet), giving a gentle, teasing tug that made him growl, a rumbling noise of arousal deep in his throat. As she shifted slightly and stretched up to kiss his mouth, her aim flawless in the low ambient light of their bedroom, he let one finger stroke the silky wet cleft between her thighs and then his hand trailed down the supple muscles of her leg in answer to her invitation.

"Oh, aye?" Scotty murmured interrogatively against her cheek, not resisting in the slightest as she rolled him over and she got up on her knees, straddling him. His hands continued their roaming and stroking of her smooth skin; for decades, he had been the beneficiary of the way she took command sometimes… and did whatever she wanted. "I'm verra curious to know, Nyota. Of what were you dreaming, lassie? Or are you at liberty to say?"

Uhura grinned at the intentionally grammatically-correct teasing from her favorite engineer and let her body do the communicating now, pushing his shoulders to rest on the coolness of the pillows that were now propped against the headboard. As she knelt over him, she deftly loosened the strings at the front of her lacy nightgown and brought both of his hands up to her breasts. He cupped them reverently, running his thumbs over a pair of pert nipples as he caressed the warm, milk chocolate brown skin. He smiled in appreciation and could not decide where he wanted to keep his eyes and his attention.

"Butterflies," she told him at last, clearing her throat softly, humor in her tone when he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck and shoulder. "I think." As she spoke, she scooted along his bare torso, giggling a little. Her teeth caught at her bottom lip as she lowered herself upon him, penetrating easily and all at once. "Oh, yes. Very nice butterflies."

Scotty watched her moving on and over him, more than a little in awe at how intensely (and how quickly) Nyota reacted and then he closed his eyes for a moment and let himself simply enjoy the sensations of her body and his. Uhura tangled her fingers in the soft hair of his chest, her scarlet-painted fingernails lightly scratching the tender bare skin underneath. "And they were certainly the naughtiest little butterflies I'd ever seen."

Montgomery Scott's mouth quirked a smile on one side and he sat up beneath her, his hands cupping her bottom when he gathered her closer into his arms. He tasted her full lips with a featherlike sweep of his tongue. "Och, you don't say? That would be something to write about in your wee dream journal then." Scotty loved the feel of her buttocks in his large hands though she had expressly forbidden him to again mention "ample nacelles" in her presence. Ever.

He lifted up on her hips, tenderly shepherding her movements as she rose and fell atop him. When he was sure he could stand no more of the exquisite torture of their leisurely lovemaking, she kissed him again, her tongue now plunging into his mouth, stroking and tasting greedily. She breathed faster and sounds of pleasure matched her inhalations.

Scotty grunted and stifled a loud cry as she clenched and released the muscles of her core; once, twice, three times in rapid succession. "I do love you, darlin'. So verra much," he whispered in her ear, letting her enjoy him however she desired. Uhura's answer was to caress both sides of his face as she kissed him again; when she leaned back, grinding down upon him, Scotty realized that she was surprisingly close to her climax and he wanted her to take her pleasure.

Taking a deep breath and praying that he would last a little while longer, Scotty gripped her waist to guide her thrusts as she rode him, hard. "I've got you, Nyota. I've got you. Och, my dear, beautiful lass; I've got you."

Uhura gasped aloud as her orgasm hit, a soft cry of happiness falling from her lips as she shuddered in waves of sensuality. Scotty simply held on while she rested against his chest and he breathed in the fragrant softness of her hair.

"And I love you too," she told him with a breathless laugh. Nyota gave an involuntary squeak when he rose up and put her on her back, bracing himself on his elbows, and all the while, remaining hard and slick and inside of her. Her hands came up to his sides, reaching around to squeeze his buttocks and she smiled to hear him inhale sharply through his teeth. She draped her thighs around his flanks, encouraging him to press in to the hilt. Their bodies were connected, with just the right mixture of smooth and friction, in all the right places.

"Oh my God! Do that again," he whispered in a roughened voice when she reached up to bite at his neck, building speed as he moved in and out, finding the ideal amount of warm pressure along his entire length. It wasn't long until his thrusting movements became erratic and he groaned at last—a long low sound muffled into the pillow beneath her head. After a few moments, he laughed softly and she gave his backside another firm squeeze. Nyota lifted her head and drew his tongue into her mouth, encouraging him to kiss her deeply while she tasted him.

"I didnae want to wake the lad wi' me bellowing like a ruddy stag in the room next door," he said when they parted for a breath. Scotty kissed her lips, very very tenderly.

Uhura smiled in agreement and brushed the whiskery stubble on his chin as he rolled off to one side. "You'd think he would be used to it by now, the poor dear. But he does sleep like a log, which is probably a good thing." She pulled the sheet up and over their nakedness against the chill of the bedroom, draping a long, shapely leg over his thigh. "And you, sir, have erased all of my bones."

Scotty rumbled modestly, gathering her into his arms. They relaxed on their sides facing each other, their heartbeats gradually returning to a more normal pace. "Aye, that's true." He sighed with utter contentment and brushed his lips against her forehead, tasting the slight saltiness of her sweat.

"With my body, Nyota, I thee worship," he whispered as they slowly fell back to sleep. "Now and forever. You and you alone."

TBC