"Illogical," Two voices jumped at Kirk at the same time. Both Vulcans twitched their heads at the same time.
Mr. Spock and Dr. Vida both arrived at the officer's dining room for dinner at the same time, and unintentionally requested the same meal.
The link refused to fade. Spock hypothesized that, perhaps, if he cut all contact with Vivian, the remnants of their mind meld would dissipate. He began avoiding the life sciences floor, taking meals at odd hours, and looking over his shoulder in the halls. This seemed to work- until they both appeared in the auditorium. The Captain gathered the crew to alert them to an upcoming shore leave on a nearby colony.
Spock recognized the name of the colony, known for its nightlife. He had no doubt that Kirk arranged a reason to take leave there, when his true motives were imbibing copious amounts of alcohol and "mingling" with local women. Shore leave wasn't terrible when there was opportunity for learning or scientific advancement. Generalized human debauchery didn't interest Spock.
He moved to confront the Captain, surrounded by other officers, and hesitated when he found Dr. Vida nearby. She stood beside Dr. McCoy, who also appeared to be none-too-interested in their new plans. The woman, however, raised an eyebrow of intrigue. Uhura seemed pleased, but that didn't surprise him. On many occasions she'd tried to get him to dance with her, to no avail.
Vivian and Spock made eye contact for a moment, both catching glimpses into internal dialogue, and trying to turn it off. Both wondered why neither would address the elephant in the room of their lingering connection.
When the door closed to her quarters, Vivian cracked a smile. Despite not having been on the Enterprise for long, she had been working consistently in a lab for several months without a break. Shore leave would be welcome. She liked to drink, and she liked to dance, particularly with Dr. McCoy. Her mind ran with possibilities of what could happen outside of normal confines of professionalism. Besides, it had been entirely too long since she'd experienced connection with a man.
She rumbled through her trunk of clothing, looking for something suitable. It was customary to show off one's secondary sexual characteristics to attract a mate; she needed something that accentuated her curvaceous features. After trying on a few items, she decided that she would have to improvise, perhaps sew a new outfit from one of her existing garments. In the bottom of her clothing trunk, there was a false bottom. Moving it, she accessed her most private belonging: a small, pink vibrator.
The device was placed on the bathroom counter- she liked to use it in the shower. She touched a few buttons on the wall to cue up some music- something with a good rhythm to dance to. Per usual, she discarded of her uniform in the laundry slot. This time, she stopped to admire herself in her black undergarments. Her bruising was nearly gone. Her body was her own again.
She turned sideways, sucked in her stomach as far as possible, and stuck out her rear. Satisfaction. With the music she began to sway a little, tossing her hair about in the now fogging mirror. Lip-syncing to the music, she rubbed her hands up to her chest and back down to her hips. With a quick snap, she threw off her bra, and caught her breasts in her hands. She shook a little in the mirror, mimicking something she'd seen a stripper do in a film.
Spock returned from the auditorium to go to bed, as he believed in both going to bed early and waking up before the others. After cleaning his body, his hair, and his teeth, he neatly laid out his uniform for the next day.
Much to his surprise, when he laid down, he found that his body was not tired. His heart beat above its resting pace and he found his loungewear too warm. He removed his shirt, and kicked off the sheets, but that did little to help. With a sigh, he leaned back into the pillow and closed his eyes.
Instead of darkness, Spock once again saw a fogged mirror. Dr. Vida was there, again. He blinked several times, but even with open eyes, the image remained. Unsure of how to proceed, he shut his eyes hard and hoped it would fade. Instead, he watched her begin to disrobe and dance. His eyebrow went up. He'd seen her partially nude in the mirror before, but that was different. In that instance, she was hurt and he felt the urge to reach out to comfort her. In this instance, he felt an urge to reach out in an entirely different context. He fidgeted in his bed, watching her admire her own body. Part of him begged his brain to break the connection, but the other part was determined to see what happened next.
Once she was fully nude, she took hold of the device and stepped into the shower. He swallowed hard, becoming painfully aware of his interest in the swelling of his groin. She stuck the device to the wall, and interest collected bottles of shampoo, turning to rinse her hair under the water.
"Vivian," His voice came out of him without his intention. His conscience pleaded with him to ask her to stop or to at least warn her that she did not have as much privacy as she thought.
Under the water, suds in hands, Vivian felt a spark of energy. She felt as though someone was watching, but in an enticing kind of way- like a tiger watching prey through the grass. With a shiver, she moved soap down to her breasts and massaged, even pinching a nipple on occasion.
If his warning failed, perhaps he should not experience guilt. Hesitantly, Spock pulled down his lounge pants, unveiling his fully hard lok. He hadn't done such a thing since he was an adolescent at the academy. Since, he'd managed to control his urges, or find a willing, living, female participant. He hadn't experienced any sexuality since his breakup with Uhura, which he decided meant that something was long overdue. Slowly, he took hold of his throbbing appendage.
Looking to the device on the wall and first, she considered her forming relationship with Leo. Her brain shuffled through images of him, strong chest, muscular arms. He danced with her. He embraced her once or twice. The images quickly dissipated, however. When the thought of an embrace appeared, she found herself thinking about being in the arms of someone else: Mr. Spock. He'd rescued her. Maybe he'd considered being the one on top of her.
She ran a hand down her stomach and between her legs to find wetness that was not a result of the shower. When her finger first brushed over her sensitive spot, she sighed loudly.
Spock flinched, as if he'd felt himself touched by an outside force. He wet his lips as he began to move his hand up and down. Another wetness emerged from below, lubricating his strokes.
One hand held to the wall to maintain her balance, while the other delved deeper. She inserted a finger, and then another. Somehow it was more pleasurable than what she was used to. It was almost as though someone else was making the movements for her. Softly, she moaned as she pumped her fingers in and out of herself.
He groaned, speeding up the pace of his hand, feeling his pleasure reflect, additive with something else. His brain fused that scene with the one he'd experienced on Vulcan, in Dr. Vida's mind. He'd seen her body then too, searing the image into his own mind.
Vivian's mind fell to the purgatory she'd been in before, how she'd seen Spock there, and how he was barely dressed. She mused about his lean torso and deep eyes. She placed a foot in the corner, opening her legs as she found her toy. For a moment she ran it up and down her thigh, her breast, and then put it in her mouth.
Seeing her, open-legged, baring all was almost too much for him. He could barely breath, his hand moved furiously, and his hips jerked upwards from his bed.
Her pleasure intensified as she finally let her device make contact. At first, she tapped it across her sensitive spot, then she moved it in circles. Her breath became faster, and she began to jerk sporadically. It felt inexplicably better than it ever had. Finally, she inserted it and began plunging it in and out. Her other hand assisted, rubbing vigorously. She didn't care that she was unstable, it didn't matter. The tension built in her abdomen, her pelvis. She pictured the man who was like her, on top of her- that it was his hand instead of hers- that it was his appendage instead of silicone. Her thighs shook, and she cried out before going silent- her mouth in a small o as she brain exploded with chemicals and hormones. Her body clenched around the device as her back hit the cold, metal wall.
Faster, faster- he watched the pink device move inside a more delicate pink. Finally, he saw her body tense, and her eyes close. With a loud grunt, his brain too experienced bliss, echoing into the universe. His pale hand over his blue head filled with a gel-like substance that oozed between his fingers. His hips bucked erratically, imagining that he was, instead, on top of the women in the shower- the cause of her shouts. Blackness.
He opened his eyes, breathing heavily, and swore with relief. He was only partially bothered by the liquid on his abdomen, which he promptly wiped away with tissue from his nightstand. His body shook with exhaustion as he pulled his pants back where they needed to be, and rolled sideways to once again attempt sleep. Instead of guilt, he felt satisfaction. Incredible.
Vivian nearly collapsed in the shower. When she opened her eyes and caught her breath, she first felt a sense satisfaction in having experienced a world-shattering climax. Then, she felt confusion as to why that had occurred, and finally, exhaustion. After turning of the shower and toweling off, she went into her bed nude. Her heart still leapt irregularly inside her chest.
Her last thought before fading into blissful sleep was a curiosity; had Spock ever thought of her like that?