Commander Spock slipped his communicator back into his pocket as he moved down the empty hallways to the life sciences department. At nearly 22:00 hours, the vast majority of the ship had retired to their quarters for the evening, anticipating an early morning.
The same was true for Dr. Vida, who answered her door in a kimono-style, silk robe. The pink color brought out the flush in her cheeks. "Good evening, Commander."
Spock raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps I've come at a bad time." His hands remained behind his back, in a military position.
"Not at all," She opened the door wider, inviting him in, and closing it behind him, "I was just making some tea."
The tea smelled like the herbal variety used as a sleep aid. The room had a warm glow to it, with enough pillows and rugs to satisfy a harem.
"I apologize for intruding at such a late hour…" He watched her pour two cups using a Vulcan tea set. Much like the day they'd met, or the times he'd visited her lectures, he felt odd…biologically off balance… in her presence. "This is highly irregular…" Clearly, she was nude under the robe, which occasionally found itself stuck in crevices. "And arguably inappropriate on my end." As she leaned to place the tea on a side table of motioned for him to sit, he could see her breasts move freely beneath the shiny material, nipples protruding slightly. He was unsure of why he noticed.
"I'm unbothered." She sat down in a chair across from him and cross her legs, the material slipped on either side, revealing a long, smooth leg. "What was it you needed, Commander?"
With his growing experience with feeling, he was learning something about vulnerability. He took a sip of tea, "I very much enjoyed dinner this evening."
"Oh?"
"Thank you," He met her eye for a moment. "While it is illogical to suggest that a food can taste like a location, it did bring about nostalgia for my home…Why did you decide to cook? There are machines and staff to perform that function."
"I enjoy cooking and had a desire for that recipe today. It was also a way to thank you and your crew for being so welcoming to me." They studied each other before she continued, "Additionally, I thought it would be beneficial to bring to your attention some of our similarities." She sipped tea as he nodded along with her reasoning.
"Are you familiar with Ambassador Sarek?"
"Yes, I've met your father. He spoke with me before we departed from Spacedock Earth. I would venture to guess he had a similar conversation with you."
"He suggested that we might make a successful pairing."
"And what did you tell him?" Her eyebrow raised.
"That I could not say whether I agreed or not, because I had only met you briefly."
"And now?"
"I have learned more about you but am still uncertain. How did you respond to him?"
"Similarly, I let him know that I found you to be an attractive male with an exemplary military history and a superior intellect." Although he didn't demonstrate any outward signs, he was pleased that she thought so highly of him. "However, I also noted that I did not know you as an individual, and that I would like to make progress on that front before I decided to act."
His eyebrow raised once again, "You used the past tense. Does this mean you've arrived at a conclusion?"
Vivian sat down her teacup and reached to the counter behind her. She handed him a tablet, which he slowly accepted from her. "Here you'll find my complete educational history, military history, research and publications, as well as health history."
He took a moment and scrolled through the list of accomplishments, "Impressive record, doctor." He handed her device back and she tucked it away.
"I believe I would be a satisfactory mate," She stood, and untied the wrap at her waist.
The Vulcan, unflinching, stood, arms folding behind his back. His eyes scanned her, up and down, and across in every direction. He began with her face, her eyes deep and bright, with a million wheels of thought churning behind them. Her lips were full and soft. Her breasts were rounded at the bottom but remained high on her chest, with nipples so light in color they were almost lavender. "You would be comfortable nursing offspring?"
"Doing otherwise would be illogical." The cool air made her nipples erect. Being under his eye produced arousal.
He moved downward, her hips were lush, her thighs were full, and her rear was rounded. Mentally, she pleaded with him to reach out and touch her. "You seem to be well suited to child-bearing." Although she had no hair below her waist, he made it a conscious effort to move quickly and avoid staring. "I find it difficult to disagree with your statement." He bent down- her heart skipped a beat- but he only returned her robe to her. "Then I must inform you that I am set to experience the end of the Pon Farr cycle in approximately six months. Were you aware of this?"
She put the garment back on. "No, I was not. I can prepare accordingly." Part of her felt excitement, for having secured an acceptable mate. The other part of her felt anxiety, knowing in approximately six months, she would likely be pregnant. "Are you planning to share our newfound agreement with your father?"
"At some point, yes. I will need to prepare for our return to Vulcan, however brief. I do recommend we not discuss this arrangement with our crewmembers. It would be beneficial to maintain a certain degree of professionalism."
"Agreed…other than…We may have to discuss this with Captain Kirk…if we.."
"Conceive successfully?"
"Yes, then I will need to schedule a leave…for maternity…"
"Agreed." He stepped away, toward the exit, "Good night, doctor."
"Commander," Dr. Vida called him back.
Spock turned back to face her and waited.
"Perhaps…if we are set to become mates…we could begin addressing each other in a more informal manner."
He considered it for a moment, "That would be logical…in private."
She nodded and couldn't managed to stifle a small smile from her human half, "That would suggest you intend on seeing me again, in private…Spock."
He slowly nodded at her, "That…could be arranged…Good night…Vivian."