I totally almost cut this chapter because I hate writing sex scenes and this chapter stressed me out. But then we would miss some of the funny lemony moments between them. So just like Spock, I shoved it back in :-)
Feel free to skip this blatant smut if you're not into that kind of thing.
But now it's my turn to watch you, I ain't gon' stop you
If you wanna crowd my neck, talk sexy to me like that
Just do what I taught you girl when I give you my heat
And I need you to push it right back
~Love Sex Magic by Ciara ft. Justin Timberlake~
As Good as the First Time?
Spock wanted to play with her? Fine. Mister Spock was about to learn that he was no match for Nyota Uhura when it came to teasing.
She knelt between his spread knees after discarding his boots.
"So," she said rubbing her hands up his thighs, "you want a blow-by-blow account of what happened to you in the cave on Vulcan?" She leaned forward and unfastened Spock's pants and then grinned when he hitched his breath.
"You want to know how it all went down, hmm?" she asked in a sultry voice while she tugged his pants down over his hips. Spock tried to help by raising up further on his elbows but she pressed her hand against his stomach and pushed him back.
"Lie back sugar, let me handle this. You couldn't move, remember?" She tugged and shimmied the pants down until she reached his knees and she had to stand to finish removing them and tossed them aside as well. She looked down at her handy work so far. "I don't remember you wearing underwear before but no worries." She rested a knee on the bunk and grabbed the hem of his uniform shirt. She slowly peeled it up his torso and Spock voluntarily raised his arms above his head to assist her. She got the shirt over his head but then stopped, leaving his arms entangled in the sleeves.
"That's far enough. Leave it just like that and don't move," she commanded, and silently Spock obeyed.
Nyota looked down at his naked torso and appreciated his physique. Spock was very lean and trim. His uniform deceived the eye into thinking he was just tall and thin, but he was all firm muscle. She smiled to herself and licked her lips which elicited a shiver from Spock. She looked up into his dark heavy-lidded eyes. What was he thinking?
She placed a hand on his chest and combed through the dark dusting of hair scattered across his pecs. She took the time to pinch each nipple and tease them with her thumbs. Slowly, she raked her gold-painted fingernails down his torso leaving a trail of green-tinted scratches. Then snagged the waistband of his undergarment with one hand and pulled out his penis with the other. He was already hard as a rock. The tip of the wide bulbous head had already peeked out of the retracted hiding place and was beginning to weep.
"Mmm, this is very familiar, isn't it?" she asked. When he was about to answer, she pressed the finger of her free hand to his lips.
"Shhh. No, you couldn't talk back then. All you could do was watch. Well actually, you glared at me. So you just lie back and let me show you." She stroked him very gently at first, taking her time to glide her hands up and down his length as if touching him for the very first time.
"I remember when I first saw you naked, I cursed your mother." She giggled as she remembered her first look at Spock au naturel. "I was so pissed off at how big it is, especially this." She gently pinched the large head of his penis, causing Spock's breath to hitch, but she ignored him. "But I'm sure everyone thinks that the first time they see an erect penis, don't you agree?" She didn't look up at him to see his reaction as she focused on her task. She needed both hands to get a firm grip on his shaft.
"I was very intimidated by you. As you know, I had never done this sort of thing before."
Spock remained silent, but his breathing had sped up and the muscles in his legs and stomach were tensing and contracting. He gripped the shirt in his hands until the material threatened to rend.
"You didn't last this long back then. As I recall, you went off pretty fast, like a rocket! I'd never seen anything like it." She bent down to kiss the head of his penis, tasting him and wetting it further with her tongue. Then she went back to teasing his tip and glans with her thumbs, extracting more secretions to make her hands nice and slick.
"I think my technique is much better than it was back then, but I guess you're in control now, aren't you?" she asked archly and then looked up at his face. He wore a strained expression and his eyes were shut tightly. Nyota laughed to herself. Serves him right, she thought. And then she rethought her smugness. He was getting a handjob, and what was she getting out of this?
She pulled her hands away from him and stood up. Spock jerked his eyes wide open and looked at her in disbelief. "What are you doing?"
"This isn't fair. How did we come to this?"
"We have not come," Spock said stiffly.
"Hush! You're not supposed to even be talking." She walked over to the dresser, her task forgotten.
"Are you really going to just..." Spock glanced down at his naked manhood, "... leave me hanging?" he asked, using the Terran expression.
She looked over her shoulder at him. "Believe me, baby, it's not hanging," she said, then turned back to remove her earrings and put them in a holder on the table. Next, she slowly bent over and removed her own boots. Once that was done, she reached around and undid the clasps of her dress. All the while Spock lay spread eagle in stunned silence, watching her striptease.
Uhura slowly peeled her dress off her shoulders and let it fall in a heap at her feet. Then she deliberately rolled down her tights, shimmying out of them one foot at a time, bent over the entire time. That too lay in a heap on top of her dress. Her underwear quickly followed, adding to the pile of clothing. Last, she took the clasps out of her hair that was up in a tight bun and let her halo of tight curls float freely.
"There, that's better, isn't it?" she asked, standing gloriously naked in front of Spock.
She walked back over to the bunk, hips swaying with every step. She hopped up on the bed to sit on her knees next to Spock. He was laid out before her like a feast so she licked her lips in anticipation. "Now, where was I?"
She leaned forward, her nipples grazing his chest hair, and she pressed a kiss to his chin, and then his cheek, and then the shell of his ear, and finally she pulled back to look at his face. "There's the glare I remember. Still forgive me?" she whispered.
Spock nodded his head eagerly. She kissed his lips, parting them to stick her tongue inside his mouth and taste him. Spock was not enthusiastic about human kissing, but she was in control now and he could not resist. He was at her tender mercy. Uhura slid her hands back down his body to stroke him as she did that day in the cave. She whispered in his ear again, "I was so nervous that first time. Did you know that? Did you feel my fear as I trembled?"
Spock shook his head. Either he didn't know or he didn't remember.
"I was so afraid I was going to do something wrong. But I couldn't stop. Because I wanted to help you. Just as much as you needed it, I wanted it."
Uhura peppered kisses all over Spock, making her way from his chin back down to his chest. "This is what I did," she said between kisses. "And you couldn't stop me." She jerked her hands up and down, slowly massaging him. After what seemed like an eternity of sweet torture, Spock exploded all over her hands, but she didn't stop stroking him.
"That's exactly what happened. I had never seen anything like it before. You went off in the air like a geyser, and even when you finished, it was still so big and hard. You never get tired, do you?"
Spock said nothing. He was still breathing heavily while his eyes tracked every movement of her hands.
"Oh! Now you're wide awake and looking so pleased. Back then you fell asleep as soon as you finished. And then I had to clean us both up and bathe you."
That revelation caused Spock to frown slightly. Despite that, he did not speak. He was so good at following orders. Uhura bent down and kissed his chest. "I didn't mind bathing you. I enjoy taking care of you."
Spock looked up at her with so much admiration she felt embarrassed again. "This is much different from the angry looks you gave me back in the cave," she told him.
Uhura moved to pull her hands away, but Spock stopped her. "What else happened?" he rasped.
"That's it. You fell asleep."
"We were together for three days. I do not remember any of it. Did I... hurt you?" he asked cautiously.
"No! I told you. You were out of your mind and I had to do it all to take care of you."
"Then I fail to see any violation of consent. Thank you for your tender care of me, Aduna."
"One does not thank logic. You needed taking care of and I was there to do it."
"There is nothing logical about the Time. I will be forever grateful that you were uninjured. Though you do not believe it, you were at my mercy."
Uhura lay down on the bed beside him and closed her eyes. Now she was getting tired and wanted to sleep just like they did in the cave. "Okay. Satisfied now?" she mumbled.
"No, not yet," he said. She felt Spock moving but didn't open her eyes. He was always the one to clean them up afterward, so she let him do it now.
But he didn't leave the bed. Instead, she felt him touch her, starting at the tips of her feet. He kissed one big toe and then the other and all the little piggies on each foot. Uhura sat up on her elbows and looked down at where Spock was sitting at the edge of the bed. "What are you doing down there?"
"I do not remember our first Time. However, if I were to have a choice on how to proceed after your superior handling, I would have kissed your entire body from top to tip, or in this case from tip to top." He nibbled her toes then the bottom of her feet and Uhura shivered from the tickling sensation of it.
She tried to pull her feet away, but he gripped her ankles firmly and pulled her back. "You're tired now. Just let me do all the work," he said in a reverse of their Time.
Aw shit! Spock had a serious look on his face, which told her he was just getting started. He didn't just kiss her; he licked and nibbled her skin, working his way up from her ankles to her toned calves. He lifted her legs and crawled up between them. His tongue tickled the sensitive skin behind her knees and that was enough to have her squirming. She was so wet and ready for him right now; she reached out to pull him all the way up, but he took her hands and pinned them to her side while he kissed and nipped his way up to her inner thighs, turning his head from one side to the other.
Now she was wide awake as well as wide open for his exploration. "Spock!" she cried when he took a good chunk of her fleshy thigh between his teeth and bit down just hard enough to leave a bruise.
Uhura threw her head back. "Damn it, Spock, hurry up!" She wiggled, trying to escape his grasp, but he had her pinned wide open and all she could do was wait while she panted in anticipation of his next move.
"I remember you told me to hurry in the cave too," he said, and he nibbled further up her other thigh. "But I am not inclined to hurry now."
"You better!" she demanded.
"No, I like your Kenyan style. Slow, steady, nice, and easy."
Spock's tongue was slightly rougher than a human's. He licked his way up to the top of her thighs, scraping that soft sensitive skin in the creases of her pubic area. Uhura wanted to scream in frustration. How many licks did it take until he got to the center, anyway? "I'm going to come before you get to the point," she threatened.
"Belay that," he said. He let go of her hands so he could push her thighs up and open further before he dipped his tongue inside her slick opening.
"Oh, shit!" The feel of his tongue inside her was all she needed. Heat spread all over Uhura's body as she squeezed her thighs tight. She tugged on his hair, trying to pull him off and yet deeper inside at the same time, but he continued to lick and suck and tease until she finally came all over Spock's talented tongue. "Oh shit," she cried out and arched her back. She lay panting on her back, arms limp at her sides, completely depleted and ready to fall into a satisfied sleep. But Spock wasn't done with her yet.
Uhura may have gone limp, but Spock had not. He flipped her over on her belly and proceeded to position her with her hips raised in the air while she rested on her knees and elbows. He could have done anything he wanted to her at this point. She didn't care. She felt like a rag doll in his hands.
But Spock was careful with her. He took his time to caress her flushed, perspiration dampened skin as he maneuvered her body. He inhaled her unique scent and rubbed his own scent on her with his head, just as she'd done to him many times before. He palmed her breasts with his strong hands and tweaked her nipples, gently rolling them between his fingers, causing her toes to curl. There was no part of Uhura that Spock did not touch with some part of himself. Finally, after he had worked her up again, he positioned his penis at her opening, but he didn't penetrate her yet. He leaned over her back and kissed her skin all along her spine. When he got to the back of her neck, he licked her salty skin and sucked hard on her shoulder, leaving his mark.
Uhura was wide awake and overstimulated. It felt like liquid fire was coursing through her veins. She rocked her hips, trying to get Spock to enter her. "Now who's a tease?" she asked as Spock withheld himself from thrusting into her. She tried to push back, but he was not to be rushed. He placed a hand on her belly to steady her and then in her ear he asked, "Are you ready for me, Aduna?"
"Oh, my god yes! Put it in me before I break it off and do it myself!"
That elicited a deep rumbling laugh from Spock. "You only had to ask." And slowly, slowly he pulled her back, sliding into her moist heat until he buried himself deep inside her.
"Aah," Uhura sighed. She was stuffed so full, but quickly adjusted to his size. Still, he didn't move, just waited. "Mmm Spock... I always wanted to feel you inside of me just like this," she said. "And it was so big and full inside of me that first time too. It almost hurt." She slowly ground her hips and push back into him. "Hurry up and fuck me," she commanded, but Spock would not obey. Slowly, he pulled out and slammed back in, but he waited for a breath and then two before he did it again and again. His thrusts were so slow and deliberate and it was such sweet torture, but Uhura needed more and she was ready to make good on her earlier threat and relieve him of his anatomy if he didn't do something and give it to her soon.
What he did was pull all the way out and roll over on his back. Before she could howl in protest, he easily lifted her on top of him. Uhura wasted no time. She raised her hips, positioned his penis at her opening, and lowered herself down until Spock was buried deep inside her again. Yes! This was what she wanted. Now she was in control and Spock was just along for the ride.
He remembered another time when his body was so hot that it burned and he was helpless to control it. When his lok was so painfully aroused and aching for release that he nearly died of want, and this woman had saved him. She had welcomed him into her body and let him have his fill of her. Spock opened his mouth to beg for that relief now but he didn't recognize the sounds that came out, which was like a feral growl.
With each roll of her hips, Uhura drew Spock deeper into the tight, moist confines of her body. She bent down and whispered, "I want you to come so deep inside of me, Adun. Fill me up just like you did when you made me pregnant."
Her words appealed to something primal in Spock. He sat up and pulled her down roughly on top of him and he fulfilled her request, exploding hard and fast inside her just like the rocket Uhura remembered.
"Mmm yes!" she cried as she came with him. She wrapped her arms around him and her entire body tightened and trembled. She squeezed him inside, trying to hold him within her as long as she could so she didn't lose a drop. This was just what she needed. Just like the first time.
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Later, when Spock found his voice, he spoke her name with reverence. "Nyota."
"Mmm?" was all she could muster with her drowsy voice.
"Will you forgive me?"
She sighed. "Why? What have you done now?"
"For forgetting our first Time and for goading you earlier. I did not mean to."
"You didn't mean for us to end up in bed together, going at it like jackrabbits?" She raised her head from his chest to look at him.
Spock was silent, which was a sure sign she had exposed the truth.
"Mmm-hmm. You ever notice that you always manage to get exactly what you want?"
"No."
"Well, I've noticed. I guess it's true what they say about Vulcans."
"What do they say about us?"
"Vulcans are sneaky bastards. And I do believe you."
"What do you believe, Aduna?"
"That you don't do anything you don't want to do. That you're dangerous." She felt his body tense. "Don't panic," she said, wrapping her arms tighter around him. "I'm not afraid of you. I still believe you'd never hurt me. It's the others out there that better worry about you. I understand why Vulcan has never been conquered by an invading force."
"And why is that?"
"Someone might think a planet full of pacifists would be an easy mark. And they would be sorely mistaken."
"Does it disturb you that Vulcan can be such a brutal planet?"
"No, of course not. I'm proud of you," she said with a sleepy yawn.
Spock was silent after that. Sometime later when Nyota was snoring softly, he held her in his arms, her head pressed on his shoulder and their legs entangled.
Nyota was proud of him; of Vulcan. She knew what he was, and she accepted him anyway. And she wanted to have his baby, she even begged for his seed. Something warm settled deep inside of his chest. He was sure he had experienced this feeling before, but never to this extent. Was this what it felt like to be truly happy? If he were not in control of his emotions, he would laugh or cry. He couldn't decide which was more appropriate.
Nyota said he always got what he wanted. But Spock didn't agree. He thought that in his life he always wanted things he could not get, such as his father's approval or acceptance from his childhood tormentors. All of his life Spock had simply wanted to belong, and now when he was with Nyota, he finally felt that he did.
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Uhura awoke alone. She looked around the room but there was no sign of Spock. He was a light sleeper, so he was probably already well into his daily routine. She sat up and stretched. Her muscles were sore, but it was the good kind of soreness and she grinned to herself. Spock was like a naughty boy sometimes and she liked that about him. He really wasn't that stiff, cold, emotionless being people assumed he was. He was full of passion, and like his mother, he had a wicked mischievous streak.
She took care of business in the bathroom, but when she was done she got back in bed. Though she had slept soundly for hours, she was still groggy. There was no rush for her to get up and get going since she was still playing housewife while on leave. She lay back down and thought about last night. She had not planned on that happening. How Spock had flipped the script on her she would never know. He was far too clever. And sexy. Nobody could ever say he hadn't consented to that.
As she played the evening's events over again in her mind she felt warmth spread all through her body. After they made love Spock fed her the dinner he had prepared and then they made love again. Because apparently he never got tired of sex, and after that second round, she truly had been out for the count. She drifted back off to sleep once again dreaming of Spock and the way he had fulfilled all her needs.
Much later she woke to the sound of an alarm and she abruptly sat up, looking around disoriented. Spock must have been here since her nap and set the alarm. She saw food on the dining table, along with the bottle of vitamins Dr. McCoy had prescribed for her. There was also a dress neatly hanging fresh and pressed on the wardrobe door waiting for her. Spock was truly a very thoughtful husband. She took a quick shower and came back into the bedroom to dress. Spock had cleaned up everything from last night and put it away as usual. So thoughtful.
She looked in a dresser drawer and all her old underwear was gone. What the hell? First her nightgowns, and now her panties were missing? Spock had been busy 'cleaning' up alright. On the dresser top, she spied a new set of underwear apparently laid out for her to wear. It was a tiny set of a white bra and panties. Well, not quite panties, but a thong and the bra would barely cover what mother nature had blessed her with; the fabric was lacy and sheer. What was he thinking?
Scratch that. She knew exactly what he had been thinking. Uhura laughed to herself. Spock really was a regular green-blooded man. Did he imagine this was the kind of underwear women wore every day? Didn't he even bother to note the underwear she wore last night? Good, solid, practical underwear? This set he left for her was just eye candy, she mumbled to herself as she slid her limbs into the leg holes of the g-string and wrestled her arms into the barely-there bra straps.
She searched the cabin for her missing undies, but all she found was more of the underwear that Spock had bought her while they were on Argelius. Was this some kind of Vulcan kink? Did he derive pleasure by dressing her up in the clothing he bought for her? It was a minor thing, but it reminded her of another time when her clothing disappeared. She still had no idea what happened to her dress uniform from the Gorn ball. She had forgotten all about it until today. What the hell was he doing with her clothes? A brief image of Spock wearing her old bra and panties under her dress uniform flashed through her mind, but she dismissed it. Even Spock wasn't that kinky... or was he?
Uhura gave up the search and sat in front of the mirror to do her hair, but her reflection stunned her and caused her to pause with the brush in midair. She looked different. Her eyes were brighter, her cheeks rosy, her lips looked plumper. Everything looked warm and glowing. She felt bright and glowing. If she had been looking at any other woman, she would say they looked like they were either pregnant or in love. Uhura just so happened to be both.