Naked Time

Uhura was royally pissed off when she stormed out of Christine's quarters. She had genuinely wanted to help her ex-friend. She was willing to tell Christine everything and try to let her down easily. But now she saw there was just no easy way to break somebody's heart. Christine didn't hear a word she had said. All she wanted was an excuse to berate Uhura. Well, fuck her, she thought as she stormed through the halls of the ship.

She must have looked like hell on wheels the way people were getting out of her way. She wasn't in the mood for chitchat anyway. She couldn't believe Christine. She as still after Spock even knowing he was married! These women were outrageous! Amanda had warned her and she didn't take it seriously but she was married less than 3 months and 3 bitches had already tried her!

"Unbelievable!" she announced as she barged into Spock's quarters. He was seated at his desk but he immediately went to Nyota when he saw the expression on her face. He dropped his shields and braced himself to receive his wife's emotions. She was upset which was obvious. She was also angry and hurt and sad.

"Aduna, what has happened?"

"Christine!" she said and then she broke down in tears.

Spock gathered her into his arms.

"What has she done?" Spock asked gently. He knew Christine would pose a problem but he didn't know what she would do.

"She said terrible things to me. She accused me of stealing you from her! I'm done with her. I tried to explain, tried to make nice with her but she just hates me. So be it. I hate her too."

"No, you do not. Hate is illogical. You are upset because you care a great deal about Christine. She is hurting and in turn, she has hurt you."

"Well, I don't care anymore. I can't be friends with her. She thinks I'm a succubus."

"Did she say that?" Spock asked in surprise.

"No." Uhura admitted "I just like that word. It fits our situation."

"It does not."

"Christine thinks I lured you in with my magic sex powers, what would you call it?"

"Foolish," Spock said. "Nyota..." Spock pulled her over to his couch and brought her down on his lap.

"Christine is hurting. I am sure she did not mean any hurtful words she said."

"Don't you dare take her side."

"I am not taking sides, I am only being logical."

"Now is not the time for logic. I'm hurting. I need you on my side."

"I know you are hurting. I feel your pain and I grieve with thee."

"Grieve?" Uhura asked in confusion.

"Yes. You are grieving the loss of a friendship are you not?"

"I guess so," she said. "I just don't understand what I did that was so wrong. Why is she attacking me? What about you? You're married too and yet she ignores you."

"She knows she cannot hurt me."

"She said some terrible things."

"What did she say?"

"I don't even want to repeat them. She's off her rocker."

"Aduna?"

"Hmm?"

"Show me?"

"Show you what?"

"Show me what transpired between you and Christine."

"You mean you want to look into my mind?" She asked.

"Yes, if you will permit me?"

"Sure. Just be aware, it's ugly. I said some things I'm not proud of too."

"Show me," Spock repeated.

Uhura sat up and Spock arranged them on his couch so that she straddled his lap. He touched her psi points and concentrated. "Show me," he said again and soon he was there, in Christine's quarters witnessing the conversation and the argument at the end. It was indeed ugly. He could see that Nyota was still not at ease about their marriage. Before he left Nyota's mind he chanted 'be at peace' and sent calming thoughts to her. He used the same techniques his father had used on him when he was a boy, too young to control his emotions. Gradually he felt the tension leave her body. When he removed his fingers from her psi points he dried her tears. Nyota lay her head on his chest and sighed, all the fight had left her.

"Thank you," she said.

He was about to say thanks are unnecessary when he thought better of it.

"You are welcome," he said and he held his wife until she slept.

/*-/*-/

Nyota woke up beside Spock and realized right away they were both naked. She looked around for a sheet or anything to cover herself but could find nothing nearby. She would need to leave the bed and prance around his quarters in her birthday suit in search of her clothing.

"What troubles you, my wife?"

Nyota looked down into Spock's bright eyes. He looked very pleased with himself which she supposed was to be expected. She pulled her knees up to her chest.

"Where are my clothes?"

"In the sitting room where we left them."

"Where are your bed coverings?"

"I don't use such coverings."

"Ok then..." She looked around the bedroom.

"Are you uncomfortable? Should I raise the temperature?"

"No, no nothing like that." It was already pretty warm in there. "I'm just feeling a little exposed."

He raised his brow in his way. "I am also exposed, and I have seen you bare before."

"Yeah but that was different,"

"How so?"

"It just is" she knew she was being illogical, of course, he'd seen her naked but she usually had a sheet or something to hide behind after. This was the first time she'd spent the night in his bed. Before they had been in her bed or on Starbase 6.

Spock rolled to his side and propped his head on his hand.

"Vulcans are not concerned with nudity as a culture, we don't share your concept of shyness."

Yeah, she could see that. He was laid out in all his naked glory.

"I'm not shy... I just feel...I don't know. It's illogical as you say."

"Yes, it is. You are very pleasing to look at, there is no need to hide yourself from me."

She wanted to snap that she was not hiding but the way she was folded up on the edge of his bed said otherwise.

"What do Vulcan women look like?" she asked.

He gave her the look that said it was an illogical question.

"You know what I mean, I mean you look like a normal human male, are Vulcan women built like human women?"

"Vulcans and humans are anatomically very similar in appearance outwardly though rather different internally."

"I know, but am I different from a Vulcan woman physically?"

She looked at him and Spock could see that Uhura was insecure about her appearance. So illogical. She was perfect.

"I do not know, I have never seen any naked Vulcan females up close."

"Never? You said Vulcans are not shy."

"Yet I never had the occasion to inspect naked Vulcan women."

"Not even T'pring?"

"Especially not T'pring, we were bonded in name only. Nyota I don't want you to be uncomfortable, I will gather your clothing."

"Nevermind, I'm just being silly. If you're good I'm good and besides, I've never been the shrinking violet type."

She unfolded her legs and stood up on the side of the bed and placed her hands on her hips. "So go ahead get a good look."

And Spock did. he started his examination at her eyes and held her gaze for a moment before his eyes lowered and he slowly took in her measure.

"Quite acceptable," he said. Still roving his eyes up and down.

"Why don't you take a pic it will last longer," she said exasperated at his prolonged examination.

"Excellent idea," and he turned towards his side table that held several data PADDS.

Nyota jumped on the bed to chase him. "You better not!" she screeched and landed on top of Spock's chest. She looked down at him and he gave her a wolfish grin that stopped her up short. Spock seemed to have a smile he reserved only for her and she liked it.

"You're right, I do possess eidetic memory. I'll never forget."

"I don't know if that's any better."

"This is how we shall always sleep, skin to skin. It is the Vulcan way." He said holding her.

"Is it really the Vulcan way to sleep this way?"

"Indeed, it is illogical to get dressed for bed. Vulcan is hot, the skin should breathe. However, as a concession, I will procure bed coverings for you."

"Oh, you will? You're so sure I will be sleeping here again?" Uhura joked.

Spock froze beneath her. "Will you?" He asked. "Will you share accommodations with me?"

Uhura rolled over and lay flat on her back and folded her hands over her stomach while looking up at the ceiling.

After a moment she answered seriously, "I don't know, moving in together is a big step. I mean we only just started dating."

Spock stared at her, speechless. Dating!?

"I was just teasing." She said and rolled over to face him again. "You know what I always admired about you Spock? You are so direct and forthcoming even when it made other people uncomfortable."

"Have I made you uncomfortable?"

"You bet you have Mister. Uncomfortable and conflicted since the moment you took me off the Enterprise."

"I deeply regret causing you discomfort, that has never been my intention."

"Exactly what were your intentions then? You've been apologizing for everything but that's not like you. You do what you deem necessary or logical and you don't apologize for logic. If you disobey a direct order or commit mutiny it is because you have a damn good reason."

She sat up, "Look at us, Spock." She waved her hand back and forth between their two nude bodies. "How did I get here? How did we get to this moment? Is this what you intended?"

"Yes, it is. Perhaps not how I intended, but I always intended for us to bond someday."

Uhura nodded her head. "Sulu said as much to me but I didn't believe him. I said he was crazy. And just how long has this been brewing in that scheming brain of yours?"

"From the first moment that we met, I was attracted to you. But it was not possible for us then. You were a fellow bridge officer and under my command. And there were other considerations."

"Like your wife T'Pring? Or your girlfriend Leila?" She asked with a sharpness to her voice.

Spock ignored that bit of pettiness. "No, like the duty to my new Captain, and to my Vulcan heritage, to the Vulcan beliefs that I chose to follow as a child. Having you was out of the question at that time."

"So you wanted me? Why did you think you could just have me? Suppose I didn't want you? Did you ever think of that?"

"No," he said as if the very thought never crossed his mind.

"So arrogant," she shook her head.

"Perhaps, but as you say I usually get what I want."

"And this is what you wanted, me naked in your bed?"

"Indeed. I told you Vulcans rarely dream but when I did dream it was of you just like this. I dreamed I would peel your uniform off of you and reveal your beautiful body and then I would kiss you," Spock said moving to hover over her and kiss her.

"Ooh. And then what?" She asked breathlessly.

"And then I would touch you, like this," and he touched her body gently, gliding his fingertips over her tawny skin causing Uhura to shiver.

"No wonder..." She said and sighed.

"No wonder what?" Spock asked but at this point, he didn't care what.

"Every time I was with you and fell asleep I would wake up naked. I never sleep naked."

"You do now. It is the Vulcan way."

"I'm not Vulcan."

"You are now, you are my wife," he said with some pride as he continued to explore her body.

"So that means I have to seep naked?"

"Yes." He said as he nibbled a sensitive spot.

Uhura moaned. "Ooh, alright then..."