"You seem troubled. May I inquire as to what is bothering you?".
Things have, at last, begun to settle down on the ship. Their conflict with Nekron is over, the members of the Green Lantern Corps have gone their separate ways after remaining with the crew for a little while. It had seemed like quite the long day, and Spock has retired to his quarters, Uhura joining him. Indeed, it is apparent that the Lieutenant is irked by something, and the Vulcan had noticed.
"I was just...thinking about her...Star Sapphire...and what happened.", she finally answers, a furrow in her brow.
"What is your meaning?", he raises an eyebrow.
"In the ready-room...when we were talking about Nekron...and the way she looked at you...touched you.".
"I still do not follow.".
"Was there a reaction?", she searches his eyes, as if she can find the answers there. "I know Vulcans are very sensitive to touch.".
"I did not sense anything, if that is what you are speaking of.".
"So... you felt nothing when she called you 'my handsome friend'? And when she touched you? Not even a twitch?".
"I assure you, Nyota, there was no connection.". A lone brow goes up once again. "By 'twitch', what are you indicating?".
"In your...pants...was there any movement?".
"If you are referring to sexual arousal, I felt no sensation. Such a reaction is only reserved for you.".
She knows that he would not have felt anything, yet something within her needed a kind of confirmation. Her face softens at his reassurance. "So, your lok only twitches for me?".
"Yes. If you require further assurance, I can offer you proof in a more...physical form.". He moves closer, wrapping his lengthy arms around her, pressing his body against hers.
"I don't feel anything.", she utters, almost with a slight grin.
"Please allow a few moments.".
Indeed, she can feel a slight bulge beginning to form against her nethers, and her arms tighten around him.
"What are you thinking about?", she inquires.
"The initial occasion that we copulated.".
"Show me...".
So, naturally, he complies, placing three fingertips onto her face. As the images and feelings flow into her mind, she becomes warm with stimulation, inhaling deeply. Of course, he remembers the first time they made love, with that eidetic memory of his. And she remembers, also. That is not something one would easily forget.
With her arousal blooming, she can feel something from him as well, and she soon finds herself gently lowered onto the floor. This takes her aback somewhat, as he had never done such a thing in the past; and yet, it titillates her all the same.
"Are you sure you want to do this on the floor?", she questions, panting with desire. The hand that was on her face has since been removed, and kisses are planted all over.
"I assumed you would be pleased with something more 'spur of the moment'. If you like, we can relocate to - "
"Spock...".
"Yes, Nyota?".
"Shut up.". She hitches up the skirt of her uniform dress, reaching a hand down to slip off her moistened panties, the underwear gliding along her legs.
With her panties now sitting comfortably at one ankle, her legs are separated, and she continues to pant with fervour. He responds by unfastening his uniform slacks, a hand reaches into his trunks and draws out his throbbing member. Gently he pushes the organ into her, whilst her slender legs encircle his rump as tightly as they can go. He moves his hand to her side, rocking his hips as his mouth is pressed to hers. Truth be told, they had never before copulated in such a seemingly crude fashion, still donned in their respective uniforms; it almost makes her feel like a randy teenager. She enjoys it, of course, the spontaneity, the frenzy of it all.
As their fervency intensifies, he hunches his back, the movements of his pelvis increasing in both speed and power. She moans as he nibbles and chaws at her neck, the fingers of one hand slipping under his shirt and riding up his back, manicured nails clenching the skin. He pays no heed to this of course, as her free hand proceeds to toy with the ear to which it is parallel. A low vocalisation emerges from him with this extra stimulation, as the dainty digits pinch and fiddle with the rather sensitive sharpened top.
From all the lust and all the feverish rocking, her flesh is now glazing with perspiration, as her tiny figure ebbs and flows beneath his. The hips push faster and harder, her groans becoming louder, her panting hastening, her nails digging deeper. In a way, she feels somewhat unclean to engage in this activity in such a lewd fashion: almost fully clothed and on the plush carpeting. Yet, at the same time, it is incredibly pleasurable, and she can sense his peak beginning to rise with hers.
Her petite form bobs beneath his, as his movements increase in pace and vigour, and her back grinds roughly against the carpeting. There will probably be some mild carpet burn resulting from this activity, yet neither of them seem to be at all bothered by such an inevitability, least of all her. Somehow her nails burrow even deeper into his skin...just how deep can they dig? There may even be a tiny amount of blood being drawn; possibly a mere speck, however. She can't be sure, though, and it doesn't worry her too much as he doesn't seem troubled by it, either. Her skin is utterly drenched in sweat, as the pressure within her continues to build up and up, she is unsure of how much longer she can last. And, she can feel that this is the same for him.
One thing is certain: he has the most perfect rhythm with each thrust, almost like a metronome. And that superior strength of his provides her with a most satisfyingly pleasurable experience. With her climax so close, she almost becomes delirious, moaning and sighing and mumbling his name. Her murmurings cause his face to alter, ever so slightly, the tiniest smirk forming on his lips. So, he forges on, his rump lurching rougher and faster yet again.
A final throaty groan escapes her mouth as she finally arrives at her peak, her body shuddering beneath him. She can feel his peak has been reached also, with one final thrust and there it goes, warm as it gushes forth. For several minutes, he patiently waits for her breathing to slow, the harsh panting to ease. The huffs now down to a reasonable level, he gifts her one last passionate kiss, his hand cupping her cheek as his tongue joins with hers. He then dismounts, resting on an elbow, and she swivels to her side, while a hand is stroking her hair.
Another few minutes pass, whilst they remain huddled on the floor, their bodies held tight. He soon begins to speak, after her breathing had returned to normal.
"May I assume that you found my response to your query to be satisfactory?".
"Uh-huh...", is all that can her satiated mind can muster.
"I would not take offense if you decided upon bathing and acquiring fresh - "
"Spock...".
"Yes, Nyota?".
"Shut up.".
Another tiny smirk shows on his face, and the couple stay there for a while longer, affectionately embracing each other on the floor of his quarters. The soft and meticulously clean carpet beneath them now sports a mildly damp patch. Of course, he will efficiently clean this spot later; she knows he will.
She knows him all too well.
THE END