AOS!Nyota POV
She should have known better than to let down her guard but she had to take the chance. If there was anyway of getting back to her universe she had to calculate the odds. She knew this Spock had most likely already done so but for far different reasons. If her math was correct, she had a while to wait.
Even worse, if time-dimensional space theory was actual true they she and her counterpart had to be doing the exact same thing at the exact same time at the exact same moment when the ion storm hit. It would be like trying to coordinate two trapeze artists doing a space jump to launch at the same time, blindfolded with earplugs with no tech guidance from different galaxy.
Yeah, exactly like that she thought to herself as she plugged in the numbers. As she did there was something that sparked her interest. A small line of equations that was encouraging enough that she took the risk of testing it.
Ultimately, it was trying her theory that got her caught.
She wasn't sure but she had a hutch and that was better than nothing. It had given her hope and the hope had given birth to boldness- the exact quality that this domineering Spock was trying to tame out of her.
When the ion storm opened dimensional-space between them it was more of a tear than it was a slice - like a cut by a flint blade rather than a laser scalpel. So it would reason that when it 'closed' it was likely it didn't seal neatly. Pockets could have been formed were something or someone could slip through.
However the probability held no certainty. Say she did get through one, there was still no assurance that she would be returned to her space. She might end up somewhere where Earth had been destroyed and not Vulcan or a universe where the Romulans had won. She had nibbled on her lip as she weighed her other options.
Spock was sitting in the Captain's chair with his back to her as Kirk led a new race of aliens through ' negotiations'. Everytime the demented Kirk commed in for a status report, strange sounds of pain echoed in the background.
Nyota ran her fingers over her shortened hair and swallowed hard. Her new psychopathic mate had brought a knife into the bedroom as if it were a typical item for their activities. He had limited himself to cut off her clothes and hair but she didn't want to see if it would go any further.
Yes, transporting herself through one of these pockets was risky but it was a chance for escape or at least a better situation. Sulu might have been thwarted the last time but she didn't count him out.
All the rest of the men were, horrid, evil twins of the crew she knew and loved. She wouldn't be any safer here than she would be attempting to put her theory to the test.
Be that as it may, Nyota still had to set a control and an experiment. She figured even though the universe was different her duties and the times in which she performed them remained the same.
If she sent a note at the same time the other Nyota was at her station routing interstellar communications for the crew to receive their transmissions from planet bound comm systems then maybe she could send a note to herself and get a reply? Knowing this crew it probably wouldn't be a nice reply but it could be a testimony that this Spock's bondmate was alive and well and ready to go home.
Nyota twisted her lips in a small frown. She shouldn't mail herself. Chances were, that Nyota might not want to go back either. She could hardly blame her. Not to mention she would have felt guilty letting this other 'self' know that she was sending her back to be with the sexy devil version of her Spock.
If not herself, who then would she write she thought, trying to look busy? She chewed at her lip until it finally came to her. Scotty! If the storm or the dimensional pockets don't work she could always try and coincide her time with the other Nyota on the transporter pads.
Under the guise of adjusting her uniform top, Nyota peered over her shoulder and took the surrounding crew. Dreadful as they were they were all attentive to their stations, calling off headings, bearings and other readings to Spock as he answered each in his deep, baritone clip.
Now or never she thought as she penned a short missive.
Monty,
Reply to this so I know you can see beyond the mirror.
Uhura
She held her hand on the button and paused before adding tell Spock I love him. She needed the reminder as much as he did. Her thumb jabbed the dispatch button and went back to resting along the console screen.
It was done. All that was left to do was wait. Nyota went back to routing signals and transmissions when a tell-tale chime sent a chill down her spine. An incoming message to the Captain's station. He wouldn't have routed her personal messages to whatever station he was logged into, would he?
Nyota turned once again and paled as she saw Spock reading something on the screen of his armrest. Oh no...he would.
One long finger swiped the missive into the digital trash and tapped the icon in such a way that Nyota knew he deleted it once more.
When Spock turned his gaze on her Nyota felt the blood drain from her face. Unaffected as his face was his eyes were blazing with anger. His anger with her before with McCoy was a small thing compared to the fury before her now.
Before she could tear her eyes away from him, Spock rose slowly from his chair and addressed her in Vulcan. " Ra duhik vesh'ta? ( What foolish was that?)"
He stepped towards her and Nyota frozen in place. Any doubt that he had been reading something else flew out the window as he stalked towards her. " Ni'droi du deshkau nash'veh. ( I asked you a question.)" he hissed.
Others on the bridge stopped what they were doing to look on at the budding conflict. It probably didn't help that Spock spoke in Vulcan. Since she had been on the ship she hadn't heard anyone else but him and his Vulcan lackeys using anything other than standard.
To hear the first officer dressing down his subordinate and woman in different tongue was probably more entertaining than whatever was going on in their consoles.
Nyota willed her mouth to moved and gave him a steady look of nonchalance. If he wanted Vulcan then she would speak it. " Ri, osu. ( Nothing, sir.)"
Spock stopped in front of her station with a narrow-eyed glare. " Nantau du veh?" (Are you staring at me?)"
She quickly dropped her gaze and shook her head. " Ri, osu. ( No, sir.)"
Her new bobbed haircut obscured her face as she bowed her head but she had little doubt that Spock had any trouble seeing her trying to control her breathing.
He cocked his head to the side and held his hands behind him, studying her. " Sos'eh nantau du fai'ei du yehtfam….?(Perhaps you stared because you are lying…)"
Nyota shook her head again but stopped when she felt his hand close over the back of her neck. She winced as he moved her head up by her scruff and looked up at his furious stare. " Uhura...did you disobey me?"
" I...I…" she sputtered, scrambling for an answer. Spock tightened his grip and she gasped as pain shot through her shoulders. He was displeased about the missive but there was another growing irritation Nyota felt prickling at her skin.
As she glanced around at each face out along the bridge it hit her. She wasn't acting like her counterpart would have to Spock. Once again she was being too demure for his tastes. If she seemed too easy she would breed the interest of others and Spock would have none of that.
" Before you answer that, answer this question. Who is my woman?"
She chanced meeting his gaze and grit her teeth. " I am."
Spock nodded and pursed his lips. " And as my woman, who has an obligation to discipline you."
She felt a warning in his grip, a sharp jabbing sting to listen to his words and act as her alter ego would. Nyota took a deep, shuddering breath she cast her face into a sneer. " I need no man's discipline."
She felt his pleasure at her response even as he growled down at her. " Fortunate for you, I am not a man."
Nyota yelped as he yanked her up and out of her chair. She struggled as he took her under his arm like a duffle bag and marched her back to the Captain's chair. When he put her over his knees and pulled up her skirt, she fought harder in earnest. " No!"
He ignored her and drew down her underwear as if no one else was there. This wasn't happening! It couldn't be! The swelling panic of being exposed gave her strength as she tried to buck herself off and away.
" Get off of me!" she flailed. She caught him across the face with the point of her elbow and knocked his head back to the side. When he turned back a single green trickle ran from his busted lip down towards his chin. The look in his eyes had her blood running cold. Oh God he was going to fuck her up.
Shit! She went still as she realized her folly but it was much too late for that. Spock was already grabbing a hold of her wrists and undoing the sash he had tied at his waist. Nyota cried out as he hiked her arms higher and laced an intricate bind of her hands to the back of her waist.
Testing the golden sash's strength, Spock scolded her. " I have been too lenient with you, Uhura. It is time for you to be reminded of your manners when it comes to your betters."
" Please I-AH!"
Spock's hand came crashing down on her ass while the other held her steady by the back of her skirt. " Do not speak out of turn!"
He bent closer and grunted. " Tor ri tar-tor einveh duhi. Au shroi. ( Do not say something stupid. They are listening.)"
Nyota blinked her gaze over to the side and saw Chekov and Sulu eyeing her ravenously. She bit her lip as she realized how close she had been to begging Spock to stop. It was hard to lie like this with her emotions so close to the surface. She wanted to hide, run away from their eyes but it was too late for that. Now she had to meet everyone's expectations for how Uhura should react..
Spock jerked her head up towards his own with his fist twisting into the back of her top. " You have gone feral on me and it cannot be tolerated."
She quivered as his other hand smoothed its way over her ass and between its hefty cheeks. He moved down and cupped her pussy with a deep, possessive growl. " This is mine. You are mine. You are under my control. Ashiv-tor."
Nyota closed her eyes and began to repeat as ordered when she felt the same stinging warning. Be difficult with me the sensation burned at her skin, forsake your softness and vent your frustrations.
Nyota bit her lip to tamp down a whine growing in her throat. Goddammit, why she cursed him in her mind. I will give you what you want if you just stop torturing me!
A quick buzz of pleasure and disappointment flicked through her as he listened to her mental pleading. " Du than. Ko ri du than. I'puk-tor veh!( You would give. She would not. Now Fight/disobey me)" he snarled.
Summoning up the resolve to do so Nyota scoffed at him as much as she felt like crying. She felt his approval in her response even as he slowly sank a finger inside her. Nyota gasped and arched off of his legs. " Spock!"
" I revoke your permission to climax. It is mine to give, not yours to take."
A loud whimper escaped her throat as he pulled his wet finger free and dragged it in a slow circle around her clit. This hellion version of Spock may have been different but the fiendish double of her mate still knew her body with an eerie familiarity.
With each slow, stroke he encouraged her sex to coat his finger until her wetness was dripping down her legs. " Puk-tor veh! Puk! ( Disobey me! Fight!)" he snapped at her.
" Fuck you! You can't...you…can't do this to me!" she yelled in earnest. It was easier to shout her outrage than it was to taunt him. She wanted him to stop. The thought of trying to provoking him outright made her queasy. Why would she want to drag this on?
" You don't own me! I am my own person! Not yours, you-!" she gagged at the air as he vee'ed her clit between his fingers as gave it a gentle shake. She had never come from that simple motion alone but she felt it surging. " Ah-!"
Right before she plummeted over the edge, Spock's mental hold of her jerked her back.
" No! " she howled in honest frustration. " NO! Gimme, you fucking- AH!"
His heavy hand landed a stinging series of pops to each of her cheeks. Each one was an equal measure of pleasure and pain. He stopped once the balance shifted more towards pain, seemingly palacated with how he had subdued her. " Hizhuk(silence)!" he hissed.
Nyota's legs shook with pent tension as she sighed in relief. She didn't have to turn back to know they were blushing red with heat underneath the brown of her skin. It had stung but she was more than surprised that she had grown aroused.
" You do not have my permission." he chided. " Your climax is mine. Your body is mine. You are mine. Ashiv-tor."
Nyota groaned in frustration and laid her head against his thigh. This was bullshit. "Fuck you, Vulcan."
" You wish that you could." he said snidely. " For your continued disobedience, your punishment shall continue."
Nyota bit the inside of her cheek and mentally cursed everything within the galaxy. This really was some bullshit.
Splayed over his lap with her panties down around her knees, this punishment was yet another on the growing list of the most mortifying things that had been subjected too. It seemed this bearded Spock had no qualms bearing her rear end to everyone on the bridge. Neither did he seem to have a problem with touching her as he did. All of this and she still had to act like some crazy maniac who loved poking his metaphorical bear. These two had problems.
Spock continued to toy with her as he manned the con, alternating his fingers between sinking inside her or teasing her clit. When she tried jerking away from the peaking pleasure Spock used his other hand to spank her back into writhing compliance.
After the fifth such time Spock verbally reproached her." Stop distracting me from my work, Lieutenant."
When she remained silent, he swatted her rear again. " Do you outrank me enough to not acknowledge me, Lieutenant?"
" No, sir! Sorry, sir!" she replied quickly. Spock hissed something she couldn't understand and began to massage her abused rear. Probably something along the lines of that's better. Nyota bit her lip and curled into his touch. His hand soothed the hot flesh across each cheek as much as it had pained her earlier.
And as much as it burned the stinging strikes continued to stroke her perverse arousal higher. Nyota knew she shouldn't feel the way she did. She didn't want to but this Spock refuses to be denied. Every move she made to ignore him, Spock countered. She wasn't getting out of this compromising show anytime soon if he had his way.
Which of course he would because this was hell she thought.
Curling his fingers against her gspot, Spock flicked his thumb across her clit. " T'pi'h'levrienne (My little lust devil)." he crooned.
He huffed as she arched against him and soothed his other hand over her hair like one would pet a cat.
" Remember Lieutenant that we must maintain order on this ship for it to function properly. I do this for your own good. My woman will perform no less than admirably."
Those gathered on the bridge, chuckled and joked amongst themselves as Spock worked his mastery over her.
" Uhura's a fucking handful all around. Figures you'd claim the sassiest woman on the ship Spock." Leslie chuckled. He was staring none too shyly at her ass as Spock's hand maneuvered around it.
" And the sexiest." Chekov said breathlessly. " If you ewer get tired of her, sir, I vould be happy to take her off your hands."
Sulu sucked at his teeth and leered at her. " You wouldn't even know the first thing about handling a woman like that."
Spock sank his fingers deeper and raised an eyebrow at the helmsman's words. " Judging from your face, I can safely presume neither do you, Lieutenant."
Sulu frowned as Chekov and the others laughed at his expense before turning their attention back to Spock's disciplinary action. Nyota squirmed fruitlessly against his legs as Spock plumbed his fingers in and around her sex.
Spock slid in a third and hissed as she thrilled his name. " Pleasure yourself on my fingers. You do not have permission to climax."
Nyota swallowed hard and fidgeted against his hand. She was so close, how was she going to do that and not come? His other hand released her top and spanked her again " Do not make me repeat myself, Lieutenant."
She flinched at his touch and steeled her nerves. If she wanted to make it out of this mess and still be able to sit she had to give him some sort of compliance. Slowly she shifted her hips to rock back and forth on his fingers.
Spock laid his free hand on the back of her head and nodded. " Well done, Lieutenant. Excellent form."
" I'll say." said a voice from back, setting off another round of laughter. How humiliating.
Nyota started to turn her face in towards Spock's torso when the awful brute curled his fingers in her hair and held her head in place. He leaned towards her ear in the guise of a kiss and whispered in her ear. " My Nyota is too proud to turn away from those who mock her. You should be no different. You are equally as strong."
She sucked in her bottom lip and closed her eyes with a moan. Strong wasn't what she was feeling. Aroused and chagrin were more the words she would assign.
It felt like every nerve ending was alive and attuned to his touch just waiting for the moment of orgasm. But she couldn't. He wouldn't let her.
" Spock, sanoi…" she begged softly. His fingers stopped mid-stroke as he listened to her plea. Whether as an act of mercy or he considered himself finished with her punishment, Spock withdrew his fingers and smoothed her skirt back down over her rear. " Rise. Follow me."
She didn't need to be told twice. Nyota hurried out of his lap and waited as Spock rose out of the chair and walked towards the turbolift. " Mr. Sulu, you have the con."
" Aye, aye, Commander."
Leslie chuckled and wolf-whistled after them. " You two have fun now…"
Nyota swallowed nervously as he winked at her. Spock's arm was fast around her and pulling her up against him. She looked up in time to find Spock glaring at the Security Chief with a fierce look to his face. " Remember. Your. Place, Leslie."
Nyota turned back to see the smile slide from the blonde's face as he nodded with his eyes lowered. " Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
" Yes. You are sorry." Spock huffed back. " As you were."
The lift door slid shut, locking her in with him. She frozen as his arm tightened around her waist. She stared at the door willing the lift to move faster as she felt his eyes boring into her skull.
When the tense silence proved to be unbearable, Nyota steeled her nerves and broke it.
" I don't belong here." she blurted. " I-"
" -You need further correction." he said coolly. " You do not belong to a place. You belong to me."
The turbolift drew to a stop but Spock made no move to depart. A test she figured, since she had tried one too many times to escape him for his tastes. She wouldn't stop and neither would he in laboring to keep her here.
" Perhaps you misheard me on the bridge." She started. Their eyes met for a moment too long to tender. He was glaring at her like a petulant child would a orrenous task. She was probably doing the same as she followed up with her answer. " I belong to you, either."
- Mirror!Spock POV
She had tried once again to leave him. It would be the last time. " You court mayhem at every turn and yet you scorn me? Tell me how this is logical?"
" I'm not so sure mayhem isn't the better choice." she snapped back.
Spock's jaw slid slowly from side to side as he took her in. Tetchy, little female. For all the ways she was different this irritating caveat remained. He almost wanted to spank her again. Well, there was no almost he did desire to but doing so now might harm her.
He tilted his head to shift his gaze lower, eyeing drying trails of wetness along her legs. She could probably take more if he rekindled her arousal again. From the way she wiggled her legs together that task would take very little time indeed. " Are you writhing in anticipation of your correction?"
Her face grew hot as he studied the awkward position in which she sat. Perhaps she remembered his punishment earlier because she scowled at him and tugged at her skirt. " Haven't I already been punished enough? Do my actions really warrant you doing any more than you already have. I can't even sit right now!"
That wasn't entirely true and it might have rung out that was as well as it slipped past her lips. Of course her bottom was sore but she was as still aroused from his attention. Sitting down after he had applied his hands and fingers to her after denying her completion was too much of a reminder for her to bear at the moment.
As if stirred by her train of thought her center clenched hollowly ( and traitorously ) as she glared up towards his face. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth and his eyes focused on her lap. " Is there a problem? Do require any assistance?"
Nyota bit her lip and wrinkled her nose at his smug behavior. " I'm fine thank you."
She was far from it but she wouldn't let him have the pleasure of knowing how much of their performance wasn't acting on her part, especially the begging.
God she wasn't going to live that one down and she didn't even want to begin to try and explain it. You see Spock, when you, I mean he...err nevermind, the spanking caught me off guard. It felt way better than I thought it would and then he added fingers! You know how I love your fingers! Oh my God, if you had been there...well you were there but just not you but you know...umm, he was really hard, I MEAN it, the situation, that was hard not his lok, which may or may not have been hard, I wouldn't know, it wasn't in me this time…! I've said too much…
As she screamed internally at her horrible inner monologue, Spock came closer. His smile widened as he approached her. He could feel her distaste of him doing so but he did as he pleased. He nearly chuckled when he touched her and felt her thoughts slipping between them.
" Glad that I do not hold my knife, you say? Pity, you always enjoyed it before."
" She always enjoyed it. Not me. It's because you drove her crazy that she probably did."
He rolled his shoulders in a very Vulcan like shrug and caressed her face. It was surprisingly sweet for all his coarse manhandling of her. " It was her that inspired insanity. The both of you. Protecting you is more work than leashing her however. You are weaker but no less fierce."
She jerked away from his hand and growled as he took a firm hold of her chin. " I'm not weaker."
Her lips pursed tightly as he edged his face closer. How quaint. " Prove it. Fight me."
A mirthful scoff left her mouth. " You must really think I'm crazy. Fight you?"
She stiffened as he drew up closer, hovering over her small, furious frame with all the meanence he could muster. It worked. " I do not believe you are insane. Just determined to leave me. So I'm offering you an opportunity."
" Opportunity?"
She was listening. That was good. " Whether you accept it or not, you are here now. And try as you might you to leave me you still must survive long enough to do so."
" So what are you saying? I have an opportunity to die at your hand?"
" Quite the opposite. I wish to see you flourish here. Beside me not behind me. You need martial training and I am willing to teach you."
" I've had martial training." she sniffed.
" Apparently it did not take."
Fresh, hot anger had her getting in his face. " Worked well enough when I kneed you in the lok."
" You have many a clever ruse but none of them have seen you safe or out of reach." He slipped his down onto her leg and trailed it up towards the hem of her skirt. " None of them have seen me denied."
She shrank back even as she kept her seething. She was so...he couldn't or rather wouldn't describe it. He kissed her, his wrathful, mistrusting mate and hummed at the taste of her mouth. " Do not distract me with your pretty face, Nyota. I still have not detail my deal."
" Get your off of me." she demanded.
He did so reluctantly because he knew what was coming. " I will train you properly, as a imperial officer should be."
" Whatever."
" Traditionally. We officers like to wedger things when we spar against each other. Would you care to do so?"
She thought only for a moment and brightened as he knew she would. " If I win, I get to conduct experiments on how get back home without you or anyone else preventing me from doing so."
He nodded and smiled. " I will even aid in your effort. How you wish for me to do so is up to you."
She frowned then as he knew she would as it dawned on her that he would have something to bargain for. " And if you win…?"
" I fuck you. After I subdue you, where you lay, as you are. However…" he murmured, tracing a finger over her lips. " -and wherever I desire."
And though it took her three days, she agreed to his terms like he knew she would. Because she belonged to him.
Aos Spock pov
Showing affection where there was none was a most laborious task.
Maybe it was her natural propensity to mistrust or that his pity towards her was much too obvious. Whatever the case, Nyota Uhura of the Imperial starship Enterprise, wanted little to do with his romance. Or so she led him to believe.
Sharing his interests with her had been a trying process. She did not care for 3 dimensional chess though she played. Something about not being worth it if they clothes were not being shed was around the lines of her excuse.
Botany held little appeal for her as well though she was curious once she discovered he had named a few, newfound species after his beloved. She did fancy his lyre practice but that often gave way to bawdy limericks.
Spock had been too scared to suggest watching a holovid together. He knew what it led to much times with his own Nyota. Welcoming that kind of low-light environment between them was just asking for more trouble.
So he settled for a more public peace offering, a 'date' at the ten-forward. While still under construction but officers and enlisted alike made do with drinking without chairs or tables. It gave the atmosphere a social get-together, as the crewmen mingled freely around the room.
When they first entered it was the most animated Spock had seen her since arriving. She gaze from face to face, bashfully taking compliments as she greeted each one back. She did look ravishing.
While he would never admit it, the garments that she had picked out were particularly fetching on her figure. The one she wore this evening loosely went into the category ' little black dress'.
The shimmery cloth fit all three words in description with an emphasis placed on little. The mini dress was backless, stopping right above the cleft of her rear, drawing one's eyes everywhere Spock did not desire them to wander.
And as if it were some sort of joke at his expense, the dress had the gall to be long sleeved. That part he did enjoy, her arms looked particularly delicate covered as they were. She had polished the look with a torturously looking pair of stilettos and a jewel encrusted pair of bobby pins to school her bang in place.
Her hair had grown longer in the time she had resided here. No longer severely shorn, the longer locks started to soften her features that she resembled his mate the longer it grew. And the longer she stayed.
" What's on your mind?"
Spock blinked rapidly and glanced over to where she was standing beside him. They were nearly eye to eye with the height her ridiculous heels lent her. She was cradling a small tumbler of saurian brandy between her hands and smiling at him quizzically.
He looked down at his own drink and thought of how to answer her. He had thought of so much where should he start? " I was thinking of you."
She flushed and tilted her head, pleased with his reply. " Oh? What about me?"
Spock brought his glass to his lips and answered before sipping. " I...wondered, if you were happy here?"
A soft smile crossed her lips as she gazed away from him towards the port walls displaying the surrounding stars. " As much as I can be, I guess I am."
" You can only guess to your enjoyment?"
She shrugged. The movement seemed stiff as she raised her shoulders. Perhaps he had touched on something that she found to be a sore point?
He waited for her to reply by leisurely nursing his drink. He wasn't use to having Nyota so guarded but then again, this Nyota had reason to be. If he wanted to have her open up it was best to give her space and time to do so.
Spock thought she might not answer him at all when she finally sighed and stepped closer. " Well, there are a few things that I wish I had."
" And what would those few things be?"
She swallowed hard and took a sip of her glass. " Security for one. I don't know when or even if I'll be whisked back...I...worry."
Ah, that was sound concern. " I see. What else."
At that Nyota met his gaze full on and gave him the full weight of it. Spock wilted under it, blushing just as she had earlier. He had seen that look on her face before. Once in the dressing room stall and then again when he had made her-
" I'm horny."
He opened his mouth, closing it after a beat and tried to speak again. Surak damn him. " I cannot-"
She sauntered closer, again tilting her head so that her bob danced around her face. " You can't tell me you're not."
" That is not…"
She laughed bitterly and shook her head. " Yeah, isn't not what?"
He squared his shoulders and nodded his head to the side, gesturing that he was thinking. " Perhaps we could procure something to alleviate your- situation."
" I don't want a vibrator. I want lok."
Spock's eyes went wide. " Nyota, do not-"
" I wouldn't have a situation if you were doing your job." she huffed angrily into her drink. She drew it away and glared at his shellshock face. " As it is, the sex would probably be a one minute romp at best with you sniveling the whole time. Makes me want to smack you all the more."
" Is that what you want? To hit me?"
His angry rebuttal silenced her for a moment as she searched their bond for the source of his queries. " Yeah you could say that. It would help me blow off some steam. Not all of it but some."
" Very well then. Let's go."
He felt her eyes on him as he finished his drink and moved to set it back at the bar. He gestured for her to follow which she did after throwing back her own drink.
They past Kirk exiting the turbolift, all smiles and bright eyes. He trained his eye on Spock and raised his brows. " Leaving already?"
" We are departing to spar at the gymnasium."
Kirk made a face Spock couldn't find a word for but knew meant he was worried. " Are you sure that's safe?"
Spock filed into the turbolift with Nyota winking back at the Captain. " No."
The ensuing brawl between them was as fraught as he knew it would be but he felt somewhat prepared. Unlike his time at the DS2, he knew she would pull no punches. Spock maintained a safe distance, mentally and physically between them.
He did not appreciate that she did not change out of her dress. As he watched her move it made sense though. Nyota used every bit of her to gain an advantage. Her movements were meant to tempt him as much as they were meant to harm.
More than once had she gotten an easy blow in when his eyes had lingered too long on the supple shape of her legs. Either way Spock won each round but barely. She fought like an assassin not a starfleet officer and that made for a very tough opponent.
Sweat covered and spent, Nyota beamed at him as they walked down the hallway with her shoes in hand.
" Better?" he asked tentatively.
" Much." she chuckled, pushed back her hair. " I can't wait to get to a shower though."
" You may bathe first." he offered. He stepped into his quarters and made a quick sidestep to the left to let her in. She shook her head and put her hands on her hips.
" What?"
" Nothing really, I just- My Spock would do the same thing too but I always thought it was because he was inconsiderate. You though…"
" It is our way." he supplied. " We come into a room first to face any danger that might threaten our beloved."
A look of disbelief stirred him to expand on his answer. " Our bondmates are not to be put at risk. You are...invaluable to us."
Nyota's fidgeted with what to express. For a moment Spock thought she might actually cry but she walked off towards the bathroom. She stripped as she did so, apathetic as to how it might make him feel to be nude before him.
" I change my mind I do want a toy." she shouted behind her. " It seems nothing else in this place is in working condition."
The door closed with a finality about and Spock stood uncomfortably staring back at it. He had concluded something in the exchange between him and it unnerved him. Mostly because he couldn't find a way to go about correcting it.
Whenever their conversations grew too personal for her taste, Nyota relitalated with crude vulgarity. He wished he had seen the correlation earlier; it could have saved him from hours worth of obscene behavior.
She still did not trust herself with him. Perhaps she needed more time but how much more would it take?
He felt his stomach sour at the thought that she might never warm to him in such a fashion. Yes she was not his Nyota but she was his bondmate and he- needed her.
He could not speak for her but Spock ached with the instinct to meld. The light linking that he initiated had only whetted his appetite for what had been a regular smorgasport of mental connection.
His mental had indulged him to the point of gluttony. Dealing with this prickly version of his beloved, Spock felt starved for the unity he so often basked in. But to give in to her mind was to give in to temptation.
Unless of course she ailed from the same condition. It would behoove me to alieve us both…
But Nyota-
Both Nyotas need the same touch. You two need the same touch…
Spock snapped to attention at the hiss of the bathroom door sliding open. He looked up to find a short-haired version of his mate wrapped in a towel standing inside the door frame. He took it that the towel was for appearances as she was fairly soaken wet. She snorted at him and rolled her eyes. " Take a holo. It will last longer."
Her feet squeaked across the floor as she deposited herself on the bed and flounced across it with a beludgered groan. " Ugh, just go shower and stop staring at me."
" I am not staring at you. I am merely observing observing your mood."
She sucked at her teeth and gave a humorless laugh. " Instead of observing you could be assissanting but apparently I'm not to your taste."
He opened his mouth to reply but thought better of. He rose to do as she suggested and shower off the grit and sweat now dried onto his skin.
Showers had been shorter lately. With the new addition to his quarters he couldn't afford to let Nyota out of his sight for long. She hadn't truly tried anything since the shuttlecraft but he would not put such notions that she might try again away from his mind.
He halted the water as soon as he was clean and sped through drying. His clothes clung to his moist skin as he struggled to slip them on. It had been quiet while he showered but now he heard something muffled beyond the door.
Spock disengaged the lock and stepped through to find a near repeat of the dressing room incident. Nyota hadn't moved an inch from where he last left her only her towel was discarded onto the floor. There she laid, nude and wet, doing an action he dare not describe or get a second view of. " Nyota, please, dress at once."
" Why should I? I don't care for them. Beside, I'm in the privacy of my 'bondmate's' home. What do you have against your lady, Spock?"
" You are no lady and contrary to our bond you are not mine." he intones haughtily from the door. Thankfully no one has commed him or chimed the door but Nyota makes no moves to cover her nudity.
" And you are no fun, Spock-kam. Don't you want to play with me? You can't tell me that in this universe I have no pull over you." she cooed, wiggling her chest about. She pouted as the gesture fell flat from its intended reaction and grimaced at him. "Hmph, your Uhura probably has you do it with the lights off and in boring ass missionary."
He huffed angrily as she stretched out on his bed and cackled up at him. " Oh!? Oh my god, I'm right aren't I? Hahaha, here, lemme guess she speaks to you in Vulcan the whole time, too."
She thumbed at her nipples and arched her back, twisting the duvet underneath her. " Oh Spock! Sanoi, Spock! I cherish thee, Spock!" she mocked, in a sweet alluring moan. She stops in a fit of laughter and rolls over onto her belly, tilting her pelvis up towards the ceiling. Turning her head towards him with a devilish smirk, Nyota wags her bottom up in the air and giggles.
" Stop this goading at once!"
Nyota ignored him and batted her eyes towards his lyre. " I wrote you a song, K'diwa."
" Do not refer to me by that name."
" Would you like to hear it? I think you would like it. Cochran knows you need it."
She hopped off of the bed and sped over to where he left his lyre lying near the living room space. She plopped down on the chair nearest the couch, drenching the fabric with her water covered skin. Her wet hair clung to her face and neck as she tuned the strings with an impish grin. " I only just thought of the lyrics a few days ago so I may slip up a time or time."
" Nyota Uhura…" he warned.
She huffed and glared at him. " I much prefer the way you say my name when you're balls deep."
" Uhura!"
She strummed at the strings, gone back to ignoring him as she launched into her song, that had the tune of a sea shanty. " Mine is a tale of alien travail, with me and my 'beloved'. When it comes to dicks, he had plenty of 'stick' and I've found no one above it. My Vulcan lad took after his dad, with teeth and ears and a knot. He saw me once and was no dunce and fucked me right there on the spot~!"
Spock belatedly realized he was staring at her with open horror when his jaw snapped shut on the last lyric. She cackled and went on strumming, merry now that she had shocked him silent with her bawdy limerick of a diddy.
" Mr. Spock may I suck your cock, I'm good and spry and willing; Mr. Spock may I lick you cock, I'm sure to leave that head of yours spinning. may I rub your cock, I'll polish it till it shines; Mr. Spock may I fuck your cock, I won't stop until I hear whine-"
She jumped on top of his couch and spun herself in circles as she continues to strum. " K'diwa, my sweetheart, my lovely human fair! Ashaya, my darling, come let me pull your hair~! K'diwa, my sweetling, come sit upon my lok! Or place it in your mouth if you prefer instead to choke~!"
With one hand on the back of her neck and the other on the neck of his lyre, Spock forcefully yanked the instrument from her hands. " Hey! I was still using that!" she pouted. She made to snatch it back but growled as his hand held her firmly in place. " C'mon!"
With patience that even surprised himself, he carefully put the ka'athyra on the coffee table beside the couch instead of smashing it down on the floor in unchecked irritation. He also paid no attention to the passing thought of shaking the hellion that had been pracing on his couch.
Instead he girded his nerves for what would come next.
" Hey, wait, what are you doing?"
Spock ignored her pulled her down off the couch and against his body. Once there there he wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his forehead down against hers. Shock passed over her face followed quickly by fear and confusion. " Stop it!"
Fear bit at his skin from where he touched her but he did not loosen his embrace.
You are well. You are safe with me.
" Don't do that! Don't say that!"
We are one. You are safe with me.
" We aren't shit to each other! You just have me under lock and key and sex deprived!"
He tucked her closer, resting his head on hers, breaking the light link he had fostered. " Nyota. We are bonded. You are safe with me."
" What? What does that mean?! Are you going to keep me safe the way he did? You can't say that…! You! You're…"
Spock held her tighter as she choked on a sobbed and growled at her teary sniff. " Stop hugging me! You can't say that."
He reluctantly let her slip free of his arms but keep them open in an invitation to return. " I said what I have said to you because it is true."
" No it's not, you're him! You're a, you're a Vulcan! Vulcans control minds and kill and-"
She was shivering now. Spock nuzzled his face into the short, black locks of her hair and sighed. " I am who I am and not who he is and you are safe with me."
Nyota stared back at him with a look so wounded Spock physically ached at the sight of it. There was a fearful mistrust in her gaze that was directed towards him but there was a frustration there as well. Perhaps the gift of peace was too much of a figmented thing to seem tangible to her. Coming from a world of war, what was peace if not death?
She put her arms around her chest, still glaring at him but now holding herself together for what this exchange would mean. Spock lowered his arms closer down to his side, still open but no longer asking her to join. " Do you believe me to be like him?"
She shook her head shortly and held up her chin. " It...I...You are- sweet- to offer but I can't."
Somehow he felt as if the word sweet had been a filler for weak with how her tone went cold around it. Something slipped between them, flaring inside the bond. He stood taller in response while she shifted her weight evenly between her feet. She started again, this time in a more measured cadance. Like my beloved.
" I want to Spock but I can't. I might be safe with you. I actually believe you but it's not safe for me to be safe with you. Safety is an illusion."
He nodded but the gesture seemed to upset her. " You don't get it. I wanted to leave! I could have left but you fucking kept me here! And yes you're nice, in a super sappy-ass, annoyingly celibate sort of way."
She hugged herself tighter, drawing Spock's air towards her still bare breasts. He covered his wayward gaze by dropping his stare down towards his ka'athyra. Her voice caught in his ear when she finally spoke again. " Thanks but no thank you. Your kindness will literally get me killed. Space teaches many lessons least of which is insouciance."
He shook his head and held his arms wide once more." Please reconsider. If one offers peace they gain world might be one of menace but take respite here while you can."
" If you're not going to be anything more than a tribble hugger then consider this conversation concluded. We have nothing left to say."
Spock watched her leave for the dresser containing her clothing. As she pulled on the sheer slip that doubled as her nightgown, he wondered fitfully if she would ever take off her facade.