Into the Wild Black Yonder

Chapter Fifty-three - New Familiarity

On the Enterprise

Early April 2259

Spock

He looked around the room. He had finished hanging Nyota's things on the walls and she had set her small things about the room. His small sculptures were on top of the bookcase, just as they had been in his quarters at the academy. Hers were scattered, some on the dresser top, some on the top of the headboard of the bed, some on the small tables at the ends of the couch. The books and PADDs were all organized in the bookcase, the music discs in the rack, except for the many duplicates they had found. Those were in a box in the corner of the closet floor. All the shoes and boots were lined up in neat rows on the closet floor, as well. All the dishes and silver were in the small cabinet that the synthesizer sat on. The teapots sat on top of the synthesizer. One tea canister sat beside them, the others were in the cabinet, along with a few staple foods. There were a fair number of ration bars that had been found stashed in various places as they unpacked and organized. It seemed that both of them had keep some on hand for times when they were too rushed or forgetful to eat anything else.

The bed was made with new sheets again. They went through too many sheets. Somehow he would have to learn not to rip them. The twisted ceramic stylus holder that used to sit on her desk in his office was now beside the com link, along with a few framed holos. The rooms looked different. They were not his rooms any longer, they were their rooms. This gave him an immense sense of satisfaction. He stood in the middle of the living area, soaking in this feeling. It was so new, this feeling that he had. It filled him up.

She came up behind him and encircled his waist with her arms, leaning against his back. "What are you thinking now, ashayam? I can feel you, just full of bliss." she sighed slowly, rubbing her face against him, between his shoulder blades.

"Our quarters." He laid his hands over hers.

"Yes, they are." She didn't say anything else, just held him.

After a few minutes spent just standing there, content, he turned his head sideways, but he could not see her face. "Are you hungry, Nyota?"

"It's about suppertime, isn't it? We got so much done. Everything looks so nice. Let me go and brush my hair and stuff and I'll be ready." She released him and headed for the bathroom. Her voice floated back out to him. "Don't I need to notify someone that my quarters are available for reassignment? I just thought of that." She poked her head out of the bathroom door, brush in hand. "Were we supposed to get permission to move in together?"

He quirked up his lips at her. "Yes, k'diwa."

"Oops. Who were we supposed to ask?"

"I believe I have that responsibility." He dodged the hairbrush, which came flying across the room, catching it neatly out of the air and tossing it back to her as she stood there laughing.

"You are really developing a strange sense of humor, Spock!"

"I owe it all to you."

She cocked her head at him. "You are absolutely correct." She grinned again and disappeared from sight back into the bathroom. "You need to put on a shirt."

He looked down at the black tank he wore. "I cannot go to the mess hall like this?" He felt like teasing her, for some reason.

"Absolutely not. You are not going to be in the gym, so there is no justification for flaunting your physique."

His lips twitched. "Perhaps others would not agree with that. Someone else might enjoy seeing my physique."

Her face popped back around the corner, glaring. "SPOCK! Cut that out right now!" The glare disappeared, replaced with a smirk. "I better be the only one enjoying your physique, buddy! Or else that bed is going to be very cold."

He advanced on her, stopping only a centimeter away, bending down until their foreheads met. His voice was low, husky. "Only you, k'diwa, only you." His lips brushed hers and she sighed, leaning into him.

"Ah, this is no way to get to the mess hall. Just keep that thought for later." She straightened up and turned back to the mirror, putting the finishing touches on her hair. He leaned against the doorjamb, watching. He did not think he would ever tire of watching her.

She came towards him now, shooing him out of the way. She went to the closet and pulled out a shirt, handing it to him. He pulled it over his head and shrugged it down into place. She had a long tunic on now, covering her down to her thighs. She opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of leggings and wiggled into them. She stepped back to the closet and slipped her feet into simple flat shoes and was ready to go. He realized his feet were still bare when she pointed to them, giggling. He grabbed some shoes and put them on and they headed out into the corridor. He reached over and linked two fingers around hers as they walked toward the mess hall. He felt completely relaxed for the first time in weeks.

As they entered the mess hall, she waved to several people, calling out greetings as they progressed towards the serving line. When their trays were full, they looked around to see where to sit. He followed where she led, setting his tray down beside hers. He slid into the chair and began to eat, joining in the conversation from time to time, content just to be beside her. When they were finished, they said their goodbyes, refusing requests to come to the rec room later. They both had other activities on their minds. After they dropped their trays through the recycling slot, he took her fingers in his again, ignoring the few surprised looks they got. There was absolutely no reason at all to conceal anything, nor did he have any wish to.

They were in the corridor outside when Jim caught up with them. "Hey, you two, wait up. I heard some strange things today." He looked at them oddly. "You better get ready to do some fire fighting."

"Fire fighting? Does the ship's fire department not normally handle that?"

Nyota suppressed her laughter, but he heard it through their link. "He means there are some rumors that he thinks we will want to deny." She turned to Kirk. "Whatever you heard is probably correct, Jim. I don't think we can deny it." She was grinning widely.

"What? You mean..the two of you...you really moved in together?" He was incredulous.

"Yes, yes, we really, really did. A done deal. All finished." She positively glowed. The link hummed brightly.

"That would be an affirmative, captain. The Lieutenant and I are now sharing quarters. The official notice will be in your inbox in the morning." He allowed himself to smirk slightly. It was not often that he had a chance to take the captain completely by surprise like this.

Jim swiveled his head from one shining face to the other. "Well, it certainly seems to suit you. I can't remember when I saw the two of two looking so good. Congratulations, I guess. Uh, there is just one thing. I don't remember seeing any paperwork on your status. You'll need to take care of that."

He was met by two blank looks. "New regulation. Spock, surely you read it. In order to share quarters that are not assigned, crewmembers must file a cohabitation request or present evidence of marriage or the equivalent. So you need to get some additional paperwork to me quickly. Whatever it is, I'll approve it right away, but we need to get the right dates on things, so get a move on." He punched Spock's arm as he moved on past them, grinning.

"I must go find this regulation. I do not remember it at all." She nodded her agreement and they hurried down the corridor toward their quarters.

It did not take long to find. It was indeed a new regulation, having only been issued the previous day. There was no wonder he had not read it, his mind had been entirely on other things. He pulled up the form for the cohabitation request and began to fill it in. Nyota leaned over his shoulder and watched. When all the fields were filled in, he saved the form. A signature block appeared. He took the stylus and signed, then handed it to her. She leaned forward and added her signature. He pressed the processing button and a message popped up, informing them that the form had been sent to the captain. He put the stylus back in her twisted ceramic pot and swiveled the chair around, pulling her onto his lap. "We are official now, Nyota." He found that he was entirely satisfied with that. And with her response, as well.

He cradled her against him as he ordered the computer to lock the door, silence the comlink, turn down the lights. Only a few steps separated them from the bed. He set her down, running his hands down her body. She sighed softly, tilting her head up at him. "Ready to go to sleep already, Spock?"

"I believe you are fully aware that sleep is the furthest possible thing from my mind currently." he could not help the slight playful tone from his voice. She was taking great pleasure in teasing him. Now she grinned and reached up, pulling on his shirt. He quickly skimmed it off over his head, followed quickly by the black tank that was under it. Her hands were busy at his waist, peeling down his pants and briefs, leaving him standing there before her in only his black socks, his erection already quite evident.

Her cool fingers stroked gently up his length, causing him to gasp. And then she was moving away, across the bed, away from his touch. "Take your socks off." She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting. He leaned down and pulled on the toe of one sock, yanking it off his foot. The other followed quickly. He straightened up, waiting to see what she had in mind. She tilted her head, obviously trying to decide what to do next. The link was dampened down far enough that he could not follow her thoughts, receiving only emotions - very strong emotions. She was quite aroused, even though she was not behaving like it. She intended to act out some fantasy, then. She had not done this in some time. He felt himself hardening even more. Previous fantasies had been...very stimulating.

She stood up on the bed, uncrossing her arms and planting her fists on her hips. "Put your hands behind your back." He did so quickly. "Leave them there. Now you may undress me."

His eyes almost crossed. When he spoke, his voice was very husky, almost rough with desire. "Please come closer to the edge of the bed." She stepped carefully across the mattress, stopping right on the edge. He bent down, catching the hem of her tunic in his teeth and lifted his head, pulling it up her body. He managed to get it up to her armpits, using movements of his head to tuck it up. Now he bumped his head under one arm, making her move it out, away from her body. He grabbed the side of the garment in his teeth again and pulled up, until he had it at the level of her elbow. It would not stretch any further. He could not let go, or it would fall down. With great difficulty, he spoke through clenched teeth. "Please lower your arm through the sleeve." The words came out muffled and distorted, but he knew she understood.

"That might be too helpful." She teased him. He growled at her. She laughed and lowered her arm. He pulled and tugged until he had the fabric up over her shoulder. Now to the other side. She was giggling now, enjoying his frustration and anticipation. When he had the fabric bunched on her shoulders, she bent her knees, kneeling down on the edge of the mattress so that he could pull it off over her head. When he had spit the fabric from his mouth, he leaned forward and captured hers, sending his tongue plunging in for a long, hot kiss. She moaned at him as he backed away.

He looked at her. There were still the tight leggings, a tank, and panties. The tank next, then. He repeated the actions he had used to remove the tunic. She had not put on a bra today, as they had been inside their quarters until suppertime, and her breasts were now bare to him. He moved forward and used his teeth to tug one nipple out toward him, using his tongue to flick the very end within his mouth. She braced her hands on his shoulders and arched her back, thrusting herself toward his mouth, moaning louder. He spent considerable time, moving from one breast to the other, then back again, using his lips, his tongue, his teeth, until she was covered with a slight sheen of moisture, panting softly at him. He was very, very hard.

He bent his head to her waist, gripping the waistband of her leggings, tugging at them, trying to draw them down over her hips. Her hands drifted up from his shoulder to his head, her fingers running through his hair, caressing his ears. He panted now, between the effects of what she was doing and the effort he was expending trying to roll her leggings down. He had enough fabric in his mouth that it was more difficult to breathe, with his nose flattened against her body. He was growling at her again, hopelessly enflamed now. She was panting, too, moaning, pulling at his head, counteracting the movements he was working at. He stopped, let loose of her leggings. "Nyota" He gasped. "If you keep pulling my head up, I will not be able to get your leggings off. Decide on one or the other." he laid his face against her stomach, closing his mouth over her there and sucking her skin into his mouth, causing her to cry out.

"Use your hands! Oh, hurry!" She was twisting against him now, and he could smell her, her scent filling his nose, his sinuses, goading him on. He jerked his hands from behind his back and yanked her leggings down clear to her knees in one quick motion. One arm snaked around her waist and lifted her, while the other tugged and pulled at her garments, trying to get them over her feet. When he finally got her free, he practically threw her onto the bed, kneeling over her body, heaving.

He buried his face in her, licking, tugging, gently biting, while she writhed beneath him, sobbing, keening, bucking against him, her hands tugging at his ears, pushing at the back of his head, waves of ecstasy rolling through the wide-open link. He had her bottom in his hands, pulling her up to his face, holding her tightly when she convulsed against him, screaming at him, shaking. It took a great deal of effort to prevent what his body wished to do at that moment. Not yet, not yet.

He held her, waiting for her breath to even out. Then he moved up her body, licking, kissing, nibbling, driving her up again, until he got far enough up that his body was in reach of her mouth. And then she started biting him - where ever she could reach - over and over again - and he was shuddering, so close, so close. She wound her legs about him, pulling him toward her and he sank in, her cool wetness enclosing him, sending the fire up until he could not contain it any longer, flying apart, flooding her with his heat, roaring at her as she shook and sobbed beneath him.

With great effort he kept himself from collapsing on top of her, rolling them sideways until he could feel her lovely body on top of him. He gave a great sigh, then, relaxing everything, his arms lax about her. He almost did not even have the energy to pull the covers up over them from the far edge of the bed. She was asleep before he even had her covered.