Lying on sheldons bed, Penny looks at his Star Trek memorabilia and ponders
"So, who do you like best, Kirk or Picard?"
Sheldon laughs, "Ah, the age old question. As the song says, it's the only question Trekkers find hard. My personal preference is the Original series over the Next generation, but Picard over Kirk. He's a better captain, a wise and noble leader and skilled diplomat.
"Agreed, Patrick Stewart is one hell of an actor. Have you seen him in 'Moby Dick' or "A Christmas Carol" ? I can get them for movie night if you'd like." She pauses "He was in Dune as well but I don't know how you felt about that, its sci-fi but kind of different to your usual stuff."
"I'd prefer to keep him just as Picard, the more non star trek things I see him in the more muddled my recollection gets."
"You can't separate the actor from the role they play? "
"I can intellectually but find it taxing as my recall is so strong. I prefer to keep the mental image pure, that's why I only watch William Shatner in original trek. To me he is only Kirk.
"The hunky hero who punches Klingons and peeks at a girls tattoos?"
"As hero tropes go I'd categorizes him as a male power fantasy - good looking, physically powerful, capable, commands respect, irresistible to women"
"Kirks just a sexist ass. the hero always peeks, right?
"true, but he was also very popular with the female fan base, as was the whole show. If fact, reading science fiction fan literature from the 60s Star Trek is sometimes mocked as popularist "fake sci fi for girls" where people stand around and talk about their feelings rather than run in, ray-guns blazing. It's why I compiled several historical guides to go along with the original series, to put what we're seeing into social context.
For example, in the 1969 episode 'The Mark of Gideon' Kirk argues for the use of contraception as population control rather than genocide by virus. and Of course, Star trek would not exist without one woman, Lucille ball"
"what, "I love Lucy" Lucille ball?"
"Yes, she was the head of Desuli productions and in 1966 decided not to cancel Star Trek after the costs for the pilot episode raised concerns. Without her backing it would never have been made "
"You've really studied this." She lies back and stretches like a cat "Why the appeal?"
"Isn't it obvious? it showed me a future where science and rationality were the norm. it was the future I wanted" He opens his wardrobe and takes down the hanger with his Data costume on it. "It's the future I want to help build, the future I want to live in"
He sighs and puts the hanger back
"Have you given any thought to Comic Con?"
"Ok, I agree in principle to getting dressed up and going to comic con with you, but I have some seriously important conditions."
Sheldon nods and gets a flip chart ready.
"You list them, I'll write them down and then apply myself to finding an answer"
"Ok." Penny starts to count them off on her fingers as Sheldon takes notes
"No Slave Leia. or slave anyone. No leashes or collars. it's tacky and been done. plus, lets save that for the bedroom."
"No Body paint, massive wigs , false teeth or weird wobbly foreheads. Trust me, acting a scene in makeup is bad, doing it all day is going to be much worse."
"Same with costumes, nothing massive that's going to get in the way. Or too small and revealing either, i'm not walking round a hall of nerds in a string bikini/ No full face masks, that's just creepy. No latex gear or stuff that sweats, it'll be crowded and hot. But I have to look Good wearing it, and I'd like us to match. there's something about couples in costume that's sweet.
Sheldon ponders. Looking Penny over he starts to list his 'additional factors'
5 ft 6" plus heels. Long blonde hair (keep, no wigs) and himself ; 6 ft 2", genius, Superior species
He'd wanted to go as Spock, so he mentally starts a list of possible Star Trek characters;
- an Orion slave girl would be charming but breaks the body paint and slave prohibitions
- Tasha Yar from Next Gen was feisty and blonde, but shory haired. Penny was long haired
- Counseller Troi was long haired but it was dark
The ideal option comes into his mind, Yeoman Rand. Original Series, Good looking and blonde.
"How about this" He googles up a few original series images of Yeoman Rand for her "Blonde bouffant hair, red mini dress, tricorder on a strap. dark tights and black boots. "
Penny looks over the screen of image results.
"Oh, I like that. Colourful, geeky, recognisably trek but no weird make up." she pauses. "wow, Uhura is looking fierce there! what's up with that sexy costume though?"
She points to a thumbnail of Uhura in a red miniskirt and top, crouched with a knife ready.
"Ah, the mirror universe. One of the concepts started in the original series and revisited in all the others is that there is an alternate evil universe with equal yet opposite evil versions of the characters. It's often visited by accidents in the transporters or the spore jump drive."
"So could I do the Yeoman Rand from this evil mirror universe?"
"well, you do have the required figure and fierceness. I think it'd be a great idea" he pauses. "I'd need to grow a beard"
"whatever for?"
He brings up images of Mirror Spock.
She laughs, almost bouncing with excitement. "Oh, that is SO you when you came back from the arctic! That's decided it, mirror Spock and Mirror Yeoman Rand it is"
She holds out her hand and he shakes it in agreement. "agreed"
"Now, where to start with costumes..."
Sheldon realises this is going to require Shopping and winces.
Later.
She tucked Sheldon's second best Daq-tagh dagger into the top of her thigh boot. It was Klingon but it fitted the idea of cruel evil star trek nicely. If anyone asked, she'd say she'd taken it from a dead klingon as a war trophy.
Looking in the mirror she smiled to herself. She was getting into this, partly as she loved getting dressed up and looking good, showing off to an appreciative crowd , partly because it felt like acting a role, one she'd created herself with the help of Sheldon and his encyclopaedic star trek knowledge. Secretly she also had to admit it was also because Sheldon liked it, liked her interest in his shows, her helping him with his costume and from his eager glances liked the way she looked.
She'd gone for black thigh High boots and dark tights, a bright Red Mini skirt with a Gold sash belt and
matching red crop top with a black and gold neck line and the golden Sword and Planet logo of the Terran Empire - not the Federation, that was the good guys. Learning the backgrounds was as easy as learning lines in a script. Like the Uhura costume she had a bare midrift, so she could show off her yoga toned abs and like Prime universe Rand she'd piled her hair high with extensions and spray
They'd had a stroke of luck shopping for Sheldon, a dark blue Gi made a great undershirt and a chinese store had a blue silk tunic with gold edging that looked just right. Add the Terran Empire badges and Pair with black pants and shiny black boots and he was the image of Evil Spock.
His makeup had taken longer, as it made him nervous, but she had his fiendish eyebrows painted on
"This is fun!" she admired herself in the mirror in Sheldon's room, turning and posing. He stood impassively, watching.
She turned and snarled at him, pulling the knife from the top of her boot
He just raised an dramatic eyebrow quizzically
She pushed herself close to him, enjoying playing the feral wildcat . Pressing herself against him, fingers clawing, the tip of the knife under his chin, she leaned in and bit his earlobe fiercely, then whispered "I'm not wearing any underwear, Mr Spock"
Face impassive, he gripped her wrist, turning the knife away from him. His other hand reached over and gripped her shoulder, fingers digging into the muscle of her neck. One hit a nerve and she squeaked at the jolt of pain, her hand opening. Holy shit He can do that Vulcan nerve thing for real?
Taking the knife from her numb fingers he pushes her back onto the bed.
Lying on her back she looks up at him, all cool and vulcan calm. She's already panting, face flushed as she pushes herself back up on her elbows.
She'd darkened his eyebrows with makeup and given him some eyeliner. I mean, what girl doesn't like a guy in guy-liner? but now it made his eyes look cold and almost sinister. It's like it's not him, and that makes this feel riskier, more exciting. almost scary
He leans down, puts one knee on the bed between her thighs, his hand beside her head and presses the blade of the knife to her throat.
His voice is like steel as he hisses "Surrender" and it makes her pulse race
In her head she's going "it's just a toy. it's just a toy. " but she looks up at his fiercely, daring him to do something, then puts her head back, baring her throat and arching her back in submission.
She can feel the excitement rising in her, she keeps her arms by her sides, fingers clutching the bedspread.
He trails the tip of the knife down her neck, watching her pulse in her neck
down over her collar bone, into the plunging neckline.
She dearly wants him to cut her clothes away and ravish her, which she knows is crazy but the thought makes her wet and aching
He hooks the knife in her top and pulls it up, exposing her breasts. Her nipples are already hard as rocks when he scrapes the knife blade over them. "Make me" she dares through clenched teeth
He trails the knife over her stomach, her muscles clenching. Every fibre of her being wants him so badly
He leans down, kissing the side of her neck, pinning her to the bed with his body
She moans, offering herself up to him. Ok, this is seriously getting weird now part of her thinks, but then she hears the knife hit the floor, his free hand pushing up her skirt, fingers between her legs, finding the opening in her tights, offering access to soft and vulnerable flesh .
he quickly unfastens his belt, pulling himself free. She feels the head of his cock press against her and she rocks her hips, needing him in her. He pushes forward, driving himself deep into her with one eager thrust.
She cries out and wraps her legs around him, giving herself totally to the role of the wanton and eager woman being claimed by force. Sheldon thrusts rhythmically, roughly, each stroke pinning her to the bed.
His expression twists, going from calm to a furious passion
she wraps her legs around him and drives him deeper.
She feels herself spasm and arches her back as the orgasm explodes through her, just as his hips jerk rapidly and he grunts,
Slump together on the bed. She wraps her arms round his neck and kisses him. "Guess I'm the first officers woman now?"
"Indeed you are." He kisses her back. "you have a very sensitive brachial plexus"
"erm.. thanks?"
"You know, this has just shown several of my interests cross over in some very interesting ways. "
She laughs happily "Very interesting indeed. You really do get into character, I'll say. Your acting is very good. And it certainly helps get you going" She reaches down and strokes his slowly subsiding erection
Leonard knocks on the locked door.
"You guys ok? Sounded like you were fighting. We're all ready out here."
Penny chuckles and calls back "almost done getting in character. Give us few minutes to finish up. " while stroking Sheldon's balls.
Sheldon raises a Spock-like eyebrow. "My constitution may be Vulcan but I doubt I can go again so soon. "
"Oh. Don't worry." She helps him to his feet in front of his mirror then slides down him to her knees. He stands to attention, rigid in uniform, his cock still out and pale against his dark dress pants. Looking over her shoulder Penny can see the reflection of him with a woman at his feet, hair wild and eyes burning with sensual. lust.
Taking his cock in her hands she starts to lick and kiss it, working from tip to base and back again. She can taste them both on him. Once she's licked him clean she carefully tucks him away
Still on her knees she polishes his boots, making the toes shine.
looking up she smiles. "Feeling suitably powerful and in control, Mr Spock, Sir?"
"Defiantly, yeoman" he offers her a hand up.
she stands and drapes her arms around his neck "Thank you, Sir"
She cleans up with a hand towel then steps into a pair of tight black Yoga shorts and pulls them up, smoothing her red skirt down over them. No geeks peeking up her skirt.
She fixes their hair and makeup, shaking her head in amusement. I think I just had the geekiest kinky sex in my life. costumed star trek knife Sex. and it was hot as hell. Damn. She looks over at Sheldon. What have you done to me?
Coming back in Leonards car, Leonard is still dressed as Picard but Raj has taken off his Klingon wig and Howard is just covered in a tangle of Borg wires and lights
They all seem a little Shell shocked.
Howard breaks the silence "Ok, can anyone explain exactly how Sheldon ended up leading an army of feral Mirror Universe Cos-players in a rampage like that?
Leonard shakes his head "I guess Discovery had it on peoples' minds, so we had all sorts of mirror characters. I saw a lot of Original series and an DS9 Intendant, but it was mostly Discovery"
Raj smiles "I saw a Captain Killy Tilly with the most incredible cleavage!"
Howard winces "I tried my Assimilate line on her and she almost vaporised my face with scorn!"
Leonard sounds whiny and hurt "I think it was the play cat fight between Penny and that mirror Uhura that started it"
Raj grins "Damn that was hot. "
Howard is almost drooling "especially when Sheldon got all stern and told them to break it up and they started making out... "
Raj nods" after that everyone wanted to join in. I know one Sulu went and got a scar painted on just so he could join the pack"
Leonard complains "I think they took it too far, I mean there were running fights with the Klingons across the food hall!"
Howard laughs "Man, when Sheldon got up on that table and shouted "Hab SoSlI' Quch" at them was Epic!"
"Did you see those Galaxy quest guys get caught up in it? Someone was running around screaming "Never retreat, Never surrender?!"
In Penny's car.
Sheldon is exhausted but content. He's never had so much positive social interaction in one go, talked to so many people without wanting to make their stupid brains boil with the power of his mind.
He looks over at Penny (noticing the Check Engine light is out and smiling). She's let her hair down and taken off her makeup and jewellery so she looks softer and less the savage wildcat he'd had at his side all weekend.
"Penny, thank you. I couldn't have done that without you"
"you're welcome, sweetie. It was all kinds of strange but fun when you get into it. I've made us loads of new friends and contacts and stuff, people want to know if we'll come to all sorts of Trek meet ups."
"I know, at the end when people tried to talk to me it got too much so I just said you were my social secretary and to talk to you"
"well I'll put it all on the shared calendar and we can talk about what we want to go to later. Now I want to try and get my pronunciation right. was it Haab SoLL si' Quch? "
"No, Hab SoSlI' Quch"
"Oh Qu'vatlh!" she slams a hand on the steering wheel. " Damn it! Why's it so hard? "
"It's deliberately structured unlike human languages to make it sound alien"
"I'll keep trying. Hab SoSlI' Quch?"
"Success!"
