Part A:
- AOSPrimeverse Spock's POV
Not for the first time was Spock grateful that the Captain's quarters were located next to his own. As he stepped out into bright fluorescent light the hallway he felt that every blow the doppelganger dealt him was twice as vivid for any and all to see.
He was so impatient and worried about being seen that he rang Kirk's door comm, twice. Desperate times called for desperate measures. He was just about to ring a third time when Kirk's sleepy face came squinting into view. One look in his direction however had the Captain wide awake. " My God, Spock, what the hell happened to you?! I know you're not one for late night benders but it looks like you got in a bar fight with a gang of klingons!"
" I have not left my quarters to do such activities, Captain. May I come in?"
Kirk rubbed his jaw and stepped back with an incredulous look on his face. " Yeah sure...wait...you haven't left your…? Did not I warn you about Romulan bondage! It's not just something you can just pick up! Believe me, it's best left to the professionals and the space that it came from." he berated.
Glancing over his face and Kirk made a face of shocked disgust. " God, did Nyota do all that to you?!"
Spock winced at Kirk's crescendoing pitch and gently cradled his ear once more. " Her or someone like her. Captain, I must inform you that I am not entirely sure that the Nyota back at my quarters is in fact the Nyota we all know."
Shock left Jim's face as the seriousness of the matter escalated into something more critical. " Explain."
Spock gingerly took a seat on one of Kirk's couches and proceeded to give all the information he deemed pertinent to the situation over to his commanding officer. Jim sat across from him, humming and nodding and occasionally grunting in disbelief until Spock finished his story.
Raking his hand through his sandy blond crewcut, Kirk sighed down at the floor and shook his head. " Stuff like this always comes up whenever I'm sleeping. Okay, first I'd like to question this 'Uhura' myself and then have you and Lt. Leslie escort her to the brig until we can settle on what to do with her.
Spock straightened at the mention of the brig and leaned forward with a small frown on his face. " If this Uhura is in fact our Uhura, I do not believe the brig would be in order or necessarily logical. If she is infected with a virus or suffering from a condition we should escort her to the medbay. If she is under the thrall of some being we have yet detected then we should examine her with a tri-coder before placing her under unwarranted duress."
Kirk wrinkled his nose and shook his head in disbelief. " Unwarranted dur- Spock, she assaulted my first officer and told him to suck it!"
" She in fact said Eat me sir."
Kirk growled in frustration and ran his palm over his face. " Spock, dammit, you know what I mean, she's not herself. She's got to be put there for everyone's safety!"
Spock tilted his head and shot Kirk a eyebrow. " If you wish to be the one to inform the lieutenant that you placed her in the brig then-"
Kirk's eyes widen at where his statement is headed and popped up out of his seat with a vigorous shake of his head. " Nope! Your face is enough testament as to what happens when she's surprised. Quarantined to your quarters it is! Lead the way, Spock."
The pair leave out from the Captain's cabin and over to Spock's next door. As soon as the door hissed open Spock knew something was off. Leaving the Captain behind him in the door frame, Spock rushed over towards his bed and found it empty of its previous occupant.
He stood there staring from the foot of the bed at the ruined mattress before him as Kirk saddled up next to him. The Captain's eyes search the room before settling back towards the bed.
" Didn't you say you tied her up right here?" he asked narrowing his gaze, eyeing the fluff tumbling across the bed as they disturb the air.
Spock swallowed thickly and continued to cup his throbbing ear. " Yes, I had."
Kirk's eyes shut tight with a groan as he turned his back to the tattered bed and stared at the door. " Shit."
Spock glanced over the wall above the bed and noted the missing weaponry and the empty brackets therein. He blinked slowly and then once again as if the decorative daggers might reappear in their place. No such luck but then again as a Vulcan he knew better than to believe in such foolishness. Not that it wouldn't have been appreciated at the moment because the situation had gone from bizarre into a starfleet snafu.
Kirk had turned around and followed his gaze over to the wall with a groan. " Hey Spock, didn't you have...I don't know like, a lot more, knives and spears up there?"
Spock blinked his lids down low in mild annoyance and nodded." Yes, I did."
Kirk palmed his face and groaned once more. " Double shit."
- Chapter 2.a. Mirror Nyota
Nyota took another shaky breath and braced herself against the wall of the turbolift. " Cargo bay one."
She took another ragged breath as the lift whirled down towards the requested destination and her way off this ship. Glancing up at the ceiling she studied the small changes to its construction. " What the fuck is going on?"
Rubbing at the collar of her strange, schoolmarm-like uniform and Nyota grimaced at 'her' uniform. As ugly as the design was it was still fashionably short and did well in hiding the draggers she had fastened along her body. " At least this serves a purpose…but these shoes."
Nyota twisted her so she could get a better look at the boots she was wearing and sneered at those as well. Though practically flat at the heel they did little to nothing in accentuating her legs or protecting her thighs. Everything was familiar but different enough to give her a throbbing headache.
Palming the tense patch muscle along her neck where that Vulcan weirdo pinched and made her pass out, Nyota bit at the inside of her cheek.
What was happening? Why was the lift so fucking bright? Why were the walls of the ship's hull white with blue trim lighting like some space nursery instead of gray trimmed with red like a real starship? Why had that freshed faced, pansy that looked like Spock been so...tender towards her? And why the hell was he clean shaven in the first place?! The beard was so much hotter...
Nyota sled her fingers lower and pressed on the love bite he had laced back along her shoulder. It sat hidden underneath the cut of her reds where none could see. The location of it made no sense.
That Vulcan marked her but kept his physical claim of her hidden? And who was that Vulcan? The touch and touch of his skin was the sound, the deep timbre of his voice still shook her in a way that was wickedly delicious and his lok...well heh heh, she was still very much a satisfied customer in that department.
Hell who was she kidding? Even without the goatee and snide dirty talk as he ground himself on top of her, the way this Vulcan had touched her made Nyota out to be like some precious being he was revering.
His thoughts had rolled freely off of his skin into her own unlike her closed-lipped bondmate. There had been thankfulness for her desire of him, an appreciation of her bodily welcome to his every whim. This oddball savored her consent but when had her Spock ever done that? Only thing he savored was her obedience and submission.
Nyota huffed and crossed her arms over her chest with a small smile on her lips. It had been kinda nice to be treasured. Totally some weak-ass bullshit but still being doted on was...err umm...pleasant. She cleared her throat and tried hard to ignore the burning at her cheeks. Stupid not Spock and his stupid ass sweetness.
It was a far cry from his typical possessive domination of her and as much as she enjoyed his turn to tenderness it frightened her. No one's tender on the ship or anywhere else in the Empire. Softness gets you killed and mercy gains you nothing but a stab in the back. With this double of the Vulcan who bound her to himself, however, Nyota was given something she never entertained as possible.
It almost felt like he was making love to her...
Nyota palmed her face and groaned in frustration. No! No! No! What the hell was she thinking?!
Spock wouldn't make love to her, he was Vulcan! The closest way they came to loving someone was obsessing over them which hers did plenty of but he was cold and calculating not warm and caring. This Spock however…
The image of his face and the sound of his voice when she bite him came to mind, haunting her more as she remembered how much pleasure she gained from it. " Ah, dammit!"
She felt like she was losing her mind but in the best way possible. When they had fought for control and Spock pushed her over the edge he actually took pleasure in her orgasm, not in his mastery over her body. And as eager as he had been to meet her aggressiveness, Nyota had felt his concern after their romp when he withdrew his teeth and his lok from her body.
In his mind he had rarely handled her so roughly and to do so now in reaction to her goading had been unnecessarily vicious in his opinion. Maybe that's why even with his supreme satisfaction with their fucking he had fretfully pulled her over into his arms and tried to cradle her in apology.
The very sensation of it as he touched her skin had her stirring in her sleep. Something had been nagging her since midway through and then as she slept she felt it slowly clicking into place. Spock never apologizes to anyone and that meant this 'Spock' was not her own.
The doors of the turbolift hissed open and with a quick look around Nyota strolled out into the spacious cargo bay. It wasn't full of foot traffic but a few beta shift crewmen roamed about, checking inventory and what she assumed to be general maintenance.
Many of their faces were recognizable but hairstyles as well as personalities had been vastly altered. Everyone seemed at ease and happy...? Smiling and laughing as they were it felt more like a cult of drugged up hippies on its way to faux Eden than it did a professional starship crew.
Nyota wanted to sneer. She would be lying though if she said their workplace cheerfulness didn't have her more than curious, if not a little bit envious. The ship was still God awful ugly though...the color scheme...and all the glass...yuck.
Walking casually through the hanger Nyota observed five crewmen carefully navigating over the cog-covered floor. As soon as they caught sight of her they waved and enthusiastically commented on her hair.
Masters was one them, gasping with delight. She grinned widely in appreciation of her coffire and cooed at her. " Oh girl, that looks amazing, Nyota! I love it! Tre chic!"
Nyota blinked over the double of Montgomery Scott's woman and tried to stay calm.
Seeing her was like seeing a ghost. The engineering crewman had been missing for a little under a year, leaving the rest of them to wonder over her disappearance. Nyota never knew what happened to her aboard her ship but Sulu made such a big deal about it that Nyota had her bets on that slimy bastard.
This Charlene kept her hair natural and long, in a soft black halo of curls around her head with a dimples around her mouth that hinted that she smiled often and easy. So different from the meek and quick witted woman she played fuck, kill, marry with while accessing males in the mess hall but Nyota had no doubt in her mind that this was one of her best friends from her version of life.
It made for a bittersweet feeling. Was this universe all that bad, if it made Charlene into such a beautiful and vibrant woman? Nyota tamp down her emotions reflexively and gave her half hearted smile. " Thanks, Charlene."
Masters lowered her voice but kept it loud enough for all present to hear. " Spock is going to have you confined to quarters with that cut! Wink, wink hehehe!"
Nyota's smile folded into a grimace as Spock's name hit her ears. You can say that again she thought sourly, trying to forget her double trouble Vulcan. " Oh thank you Charlene."
Lt. Leslie smiled at her in an unusual show of schoolboy charm and elbowed Rogers who was at his side. " I don't know about confined to quarters. If I were your man I'd take you out immediately to the ten forward to show you off. Please don't tell the commander that though, I like my face the way it is."
The group chuckled collective at both her and Spock's expense with Rogers adding on in a similar fashion at how beautiful she looked with or without long hair. Long hair, eh? So here she had long hair and Spock was still possessive of her.
She laughed along with them to keep her cover but the whole exchange had her feeling unsettled and bashful.
Bashful? Psssh! She was never bashful, but then again no one had ever given her reason to be.
Nyota pasted on her best smile and thanked them with surprising sincerity given how much all of them stupefied her recollection of them all. Her hand went over the spot where she kept one of the three blades she kept hidden as a cold comfort. After her thank you they all fell back into sync with their work and went on labeling and assembling what looked to be a D class rover.
Not even a hint of challenge was given. No hard looks, no staring after her, no mumbled threats, nothing. Nyota had to remind herself to keep the confusion from her face and continue to mirror their childish smiling.
What had this Uhura done in her world to inspire such respect and discipline among her subordinates? The agonizers here must have been awful or she must have been especially cruel. She thought the latter must be the case because she had yet to pass even one torture booth since she left the Commander's cabin.
Nyota admired that the thought of her being stronger in this strange space, so powerful that she cowed the Vulcan into submission and had others treating her like any male aboard the ship. She also envied it.
She could be all the things her universe demanded her to be. Sly, cunning, sexy and ruthless, she could do it in her sleep. But her heart was not entirely in it.
Sure there were quite a few people who were owed her savagery but there were even more that she had experienced her brutality simply because she was ordered to. Nyota followed her commanding officers and the Empire without question but she would be a fool to say she trusted either. She would also be lying to herself if she said she was okay with how things were.
Her life was not her own and wanted that to change. She had longed thought to steal away onto a passaging black market freighter and make a way into Romulan space. If she ever saved enough, Nyota planned on exploring space and new worlds on her own. If the Empire gave her anything then it was the confidence and know how to take care of herself. Facing off against a few tatted Romulans would be fucking cakewalk.
Once in Romulan Space there she could disappear, fight her own fights and make her own choices. She would always have to look over her shoulder in anticipation of an attack but at least she could go and do so on her terms. If she couldn't be top dog here on the Imperial Starship Enterprise, Nyota would be a leader elsewhere. Her Spock knew this of her and used that to his advantage.
That night when he made her his woman, he taught her many lessons. One such lecture was that she was now and always would be his female. For that fact, Spock would never relinquish her. But the alien tactician hadn't counted on the here leaving by ways he could not conclude scientifically. She wasn't there to be kept and was free of his covetous grasp. Stranger things had happened but rarely ever had they been so fortuitous.
Nyota nonchalantly waltzed away from the group and over to the bay's main console and scanned its manifest for any goods she could gather to take with her. Before either Spock could think of a way to steal her back, Nyota was getting off this Cochrane damned ship and making a run for it.
Peeking every so often over her shoulder Nyota located a nearby crate loaded with escape pod provisions that were due to be loaded later in the mission along with space jump suits in case of emergency. Well hello there, I'll be taking a few of those, thank you…
She smiled and tapped in the commands to unlock her loot and went over to retrieve it with not a single soul to bat an eye in her direction. Again she was bewildered by everyone's easy going nature and snorted to herself as soon as she as boarded the shuttlecraft. " Idiots…"
Looking over the con, the vessel seemed close enough to what she was familiar with but she was sure that with as clueless as these assclowns were they would take issue with her ordering the bay open for her to make her getaway.
Nyota put down her packs, clapped and rubbed her hands together with a cheshire grin. " Okay...hacking time!"
Getting down on her hands and knees Nyota popped the center panel to the helm console loose and set to work making the wires put her plan into action. " Thank Cochrane it's the same! Well...kinda...what the fuck is that?! Hmm looks important…" she hummed, chewing on her lip. " Ugh, you can figure this out, Nyota. You're still you, you can do this girl."
Opening the repair kit attached to the panel door, Nyota fished out the wirecutter, electrician gloves, pliers and laser welder and popped the small flashlight down at the bottom of the bag between her teeth. " Just like the comm con only...tiny...and unnecessarily pretty."
All she had to do was hotwire the shuttle's access into the Enterprises mainframe and implant a dummy flight plan and survey order into command control. Just three more wires before I can scam my way to freedom she chuckled quietly with her bottom wagging in the air.
She was just about to join the last of the wires when she felt a strong and familiar set of hands pull her back by the hips. Nyota yelped in surprise as her bottom collided with a firm and very familiar groin causing her to drop the flashlight and scramble for a hold on the console opening.
" No!" she shouted as she was carefully torn away from the control panel. Nyota growled angrily as her body was brought flush against the torso of the last person she wanted to see. Sappy Spock.
" Dammit! No! Let me go!" she shrieked in his grip. She didn't want to hurt the dope, necessarily but he was going to turn her loose! Adjusting her grip on her tools she readied her hands to stab whatever part of him she could manage to reach.
All too quickly those same strong hands that retrieved her by the waist then went to wrists, applying pressure along the inside of her forearm until her wire cutters and welder fell from her hands onto the floor. She screamed in frustration and squirmed angrily against him. " Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! NO!"
Spock brought her arms across her chest to hamper her flailing and tried his best to soothe her. " Nyota, please stop resisting. You will injury us."
Hot tears welled in her eyes. Her plans to roam the stars dwindled down into nothing once more. No matter the Spock or the space, she it seemed like she would never be free of the Vulcan or his effects on her.
" Just please let me go! I won't bother you I promise." she wailed, jerking against his grip. Desperate and none too proudly, she added on more to sweeten the plea. " I'll fuck you one last time...suck the logic clear out of you from your lok…you would like that right?" she moaned, grinding her ass against the member in question.
Spock recoiled his hips back and held her out in front of him with shock, dread and apprehension radiating off of him and into her skin. " Bribery is not an accepted practice among Starfleet and Vulcans."
Nyota hung her head and screwed up her face in torment and resignation. " Please…! Just...I want to go..please."
Behind her Nyota felt him waver in sympathy which revived her anger. She didn't want his stupid pity just to be left alone...well not really...well...grrr. She wanted space to think and be her own person! Was that too much to ask?!
" I believe you find yourself with lots of time on your hands as the idiom goes to do just that." he grunted trying to restrain her. " I am sorry, Nyota."
" It's Uhura to you! You don't-"
Her mouth faltered as her body went slack and a sharp sting rang out from her shoulder. The sad look of concern in his dark eyes was the last thing she saw before she passed out and his longing confusion was the last thing she felt.
AOS Nyota 2b
Through the mirror, Nyota stood under the spray of the shower, washing away all evidence of her indiscretion with this strange, dangerous Vulcan who was not her Spock. There would be time enough for guilt about the encounter, how wanton she'd been, and how hard (and how much) she'd climaxed.
Right now, she had to figure out how to get out of his quarters. If she exited the bathroom, either he would be inside her again, or one or both of them would be hurt. Even if this Spock was not her Spock, he looked so much like her bondmate that she wasn't certain if she could truly harm him. And she had the sneaking suspicion that this Spock was the same.
Clearly, he was far more violent than her Spock. There had been no tempering of his baser nature and desires in bed, and certainly she'd felt the full brunt of his strength when he pinned her against the wall. She began to wonder whether somehow her lover had reverted back to the way he'd told her Vulcans were before Surak's teachings, but just before she'd gotten into the shower, she scented the heady incense of his asenoi.
No matter how violent and uncouth he was, no matter how unchecked his logical instincts and bodily strength, he still was Vulcan. That much was clear.
It also ruled out the possibility of pon farr. Nyota had only learned of the condition when they formed their tel after the Battle of Vulcan, and most of the time, didn't think of it much. After all, Spock was mixed heritage so they didn't know if he would have to go through the Fires at all. So far, so good.
So now the question was how she'd get out of the room in order to warn the captain and find her Spock. If she could only get to them, the strange events of this hour could be explained…
Including her indiscretion. Nyota had to block out her memories of the encounter that had just passed, lest she get distracted from the task at hand.
However, even if she managed to sneak past this strange Spock while he meditated, she'd need to find her clothing. Generally, when she slept over in Spock's quarters, whatever she wore over ended up in his 'fresher, and she kept a number of clean uniforms and casual civvies there as well. But there was no way to get to them.
If she could only get to her quarters, Nyota thought, she could get dressed and find her bearings. She'd have access to a console and she could comm the captain to let him know what's going on.
Uhura shut off the shower and listened. This stranger Spock was making no further attempts to enter the bathroom. Her quick override of the mechanisms from the inside worked then. However, she was unsure how long her luck would hold. Drying quickly, she knew that her next task would be to make her way through the ceiling and into the air shaft.
It was quite a task, not in the least because she was nude. Nyota knew that her Spock didn't quite understand why robes were kept in a damp Terran environment like a room for bathing and elimination. While she wasn't looking forward to crawling around a dusty air shaft naked, she'd trained long and hard on the Enterprise's sims, and was more than prepared to get away from this menacing imposter who'd stepped out of a bad daymare.
Within ninety seconds, Nyota was through the air duct and into the shaft. It was fortunate that none of the fans obstructed the path between her quarters and Spock's but the look of the air ducts were strange. She had no clue why the logo of Starfleet and the Federation was different - instead of the familiar stars and leaves, there was a globe with a sword through it.
Maybe it's the company that does the vents, thought Nyota, feeling a sense of greater foreboding the closer to her quarters she got. But after 15 minutes of wiggling, sneezing from the dust, and trying to remember the path, soon she was pushing out the air vent cover in her own bathroom, letting it clatter to the tiled floor below since there was no need to be silent.
Using the soap rest as a foothold, she climbed into her own shower stall, turning on the sonics to clear her skin of dust one final time, resting her head against the wall… but only for a moment. She had a duty to notify the captain of the Spock-like intruder in his quarters, and to do it as soon as possible.
She donned her robe and walked out the bathroom…
Right on her bed sat the strange, bearded Spock, with a triumphant look on his face.
Mirror Spock 2b
The look on the new Nyota's face was priceless. Thankfully, Spock had an eidetic memory, for he would be certain to savor it for quite some time to come.
She was like a frightened Terran doe. Her hair was in complete disarray despite the obvious pains she'd taken to cleanse herself of his attentions. Such illogical Terran behavior, but of no consequences. It would be most gratifying to sully her person once more.
"How did you get in here?" she snapped, eyes sparking, oblivious to the trembling of her robe-clad body.
"Did you expect anything less from me?" was his reply. "Or is your Spock not also a grandmaster at chess, and a noted expert in strategic warfare? How disappointing for you if that is indeed the case. Now, where was I…?"
He stood from the bed, and she instinctively backed into the door.
"Your attempts to escape are futile. I have disabled the locking mechanism in your quarters as well as my own."
"My Spock and my captain are looking for me. You won't get away with this!"
Spock cocked his head to the side. "Your captain perished six months ago when Kirk assassinated him. At least he did in this reality."
Nyota frowned, glaring. "What are you going on about? Kirk is the captain, the very first captain of the Enterprise! He didn't assassinate anyone."
"Look around you, Nyota. Tell me… are these your quarters?"
Nyota twisted her lips angrily and glanced around. "What do you mean, are these my quarters? Of course they are, I…"
But looking over her shoulder revealed some shocking information. The tapestries from home, the sculptures, even the walls swathed in purple and mauve… everything was different.
Instead of soft lavender, the walls were painted a garish blood-red.
Instead of the carvings purchased from the markets of her homeland, the walls were adorned with knives of every size and shape. Nyota didn't need a console to suspect that they had been seized from a dozen different star systems, so foreign and strange was some of the design.
And lest she deny that these quarters were hers, or at least those of someone named Nyota Uhura, there was a life-sized, lifelike painting over the bed.
It was her.
Nyota Uhura, scantily clad in a garment that should not be graced with the term "bikini," since the top barely covered her nipples and the bottom did more to reveal her puss than conceal it. The garters about her arms and thighs that holstered various weapons were more substantial.
Worst of all, this Nyota's hair was shorn short. She didn't understand… she had never cut her hair like that, ever!
She was a Starfleet officer, trained to withstand the most unpleasant of tortures. But the strangeness of the room did little to alleviate her horror and everything to frighten her greatly.
"Where am I, Spock?"
Her voice was small. She'd stopped trembling. Her eyes were wide.
"You are aboard the ISS Enterprise. Apparently the ion storm transported you to this reality, which is parallel to your own."
Blink. "So you are…"
"Spock. Albeit not the Spock you have become acquainted with."
"And the captain…"
"Kirk, and yet not the Kirk in your mind." His eyes glinted. "There will be no hope of rescue from him. He has wished to make you his woman since you grace the bed of Captain Pike."
"Captain Pike… you mean Admiral Pike! And I never slept with him! I've never slept with anyone in the fleet, except…"
"Him. Me. Us."
This newer, more delicate Uhura was stunned silent by his declaration and glanced down at the floor with an expression he couldn't decipher. So, it was true, he had been the only one to have her within Starfleet. How intriguing, how very sublime.
He stepped towards her and slowly closer to his new bondmate.
As illogical as the conclusion would be, the two of them seemed fated, destined to be with one another. If ever it weren't the case, Spock supposed it would be from his lack of confidence in claiming her or his ineptitude to do so. It was hard to see Nyota denying him in any universe. Having touched them both Spock knew how hotly she burned for him.
His desire of her was quite clear. Human wouldn't notice the small, subtle gestures he made towards her in the public eye but for any Vulcan his proximity as the stood together was enough to know what was going on between them.
Nyota had been so distracted that she had not noticed the way he'd been stalking her, like prey, closing the distance between them. He would not underestimate her this time.
Nyota lifted her chin and glared at him defiantly. "I don't know what the Nyota Uhura of this reality is like, Spock. But I am nothing like her. I do not sleep around. I am a one-woman kind of girl…"
"And yet, you gave yourself so freely to me not an hour ago… a stranger, in your bed."
"That's because I thought you were him!"
"Negative. You cannot lie to me, Nyota. You knew something had changed, yet you submitted to my attentions." His eyes darkened and his mouth hardened. "Your Spock cannot satisfy you need the way that I can and will. What has he done to leave you so very hungry? Or rather what hasn't he done?
He was so close that their breaths were intermingling. "You'll do no such thing," Nyota promised. "I'm going back to him, and my Enterprise, and my reality. I will not stay here."
"You have no choice. There is a 98.674 percent chance that the conditions that led to the switch cannot be replicated."
"Then I'll have you know that my captain does not believe in the no-win scenario. And my Spock will never leave me here with you, especially once he figures out your Nyota. He will come for me."
"I will not allow that. If against all probability he finds you, I will kill him."
"You have your own Nyota!"
"Ha, but I shall have you both. She and I will enjoy teaching your our games, little doll."
Her hands flew up to push him away, but it was like pushing an immovable wall. Spock decided that it was illogical, this flame of desire for her that flared at her fragility. She was in optimal physical condition in her reality - he'd seen that in the brief meld - but compared to his Nyota, she was fragile as cotton. As delicate as a Terran flower.
Spock was looking forward to defiling her. Repeatedly. Her wrists and ankles had never known the pleasures of being tied and immobilized by ropes and shackles. Her pert bottom had never known a lash…
...or the palm of his hand.
What a gift this ion storm had brought to him.
But this gift had a few tricks up her sleeve.
"It's clear that you can force me to do what you want," she told him, voice firm and unwavering as she went perfectly still in his hold. "That's what the difference in our anatomy means… you're much stronger than I am. But I don't think that's what you want. I think you want me to want you, like you're pretending I did in bed earlier."
Spock's triumphant smirk faded.
"Make no mistake, I have no need to force you, Nyota," was his reply. "But I can be… most persuasive."
"You can persuade all you like," was her retort. "My heart belongs to my Spock, and I will get back to him."
" And persuade you I shall. I can be most persistent, a quality that I believe you will come to appreciate in future endeavours." Spock promised, stroking a finger beneath her chin. She was so very enchanting. Sweet.
" You will need my assistance to survive aboard this ship. It is most unlike your own."
To that, Nyota shrugged.
"It's a Constitution class starship, right? How different can it be?"