AN: Thank you everybody for the great and funny reviews, you guys really keep me wanting to write more. I hope I keep pleasing all of you.
What Would You Do If…
Chapter 3
The crew was back at the academy, back on Earth. They all nearly forgot the majesty of the institute, the clearness of the skies, and the dew freshness of Earth's air. It was good to be home. They all had an even deeper appreciation for their planet since recent events, especially Spock.
"It is almost a… relief to be back on Earth," Spock said, eyes gazing upon the campus.
Kirk clapped his hand on Spock's shoulder, a broad friendly smile gracing his lips. "I know exactly what you mean."
The two looked at each other for a brief reminiscing moment. Odd how the two so thoroughly disliked each other in the beginning, and now were so fond of each other that it was, brotherly.
"Well I'm off now, there's one place I must head to first," Kirk announced.
"Where is that, Jim?" Spock asked curiously.
"The local bar," Kirk answered with a wide wolfish grin. "I'd ask you to come with me, but I know you'll only refuse." He looked at Spock expectantly.
"See, we are getting to know each other," Spock said, with a slight grin.
Kirk gave a hearty laugh of the Vulcan's reference to when the two of them first finally saw eye to eye. "It's been a hoot seeing that you actually got some personality and even a sense a humor. But don't worry I'll eventually have you hanging out with me in a bar, Spock."
"I don't doubt, that you won't stop persisting," Spock said in a light tone.
Kirk gave one last chuckle. "I'll see ya later, Vulcan. I'm sure you gotta particular lieutenant waiting on ya." And with that Kirk was out.
Indeed Spock did have a particular lieutenant waiting for him in her quarters. Spock immediately started treading there.
***
Spock already knew the coordinates to Nyota's room and smoothly typed them in and strode into her dorm.
"Nyota?" Spock called to let his presence be known. He slowed his walking when a vision of Nyota kneeling down on one of the beds with an article of clothing in her hand that she held up against her nose. Suddenly as Spock moved closer he realized there were tears in her eyes.
"Nyota?" Spock's voice was laced with concern, as he reached out a hand to her.
Nyota quickly looked up at Spock and threw herself in his arms, he immediately took hold of her in a secure and loving grip. They slowly slinked to the ground as Nyota continued her hushed crying. Even as a child she was never one to cry hysterically or loudly just to let out her tears.
"She was my roommate for all four years, you know. She was so giddy, loud, and funny. And above all… annoying, but it was a fond annoyance I had for her," Nyota said evenly, she huffed a little laugh at the memory of her friend. "I avoided this room when we came back from the whole thing with Nero, because I knew I wasn't ready to smell her scent and see her things." She sighs, "I can move on now…" She finished.
Spock drew her in even closer to his chest. "I know you hold certain religious beliefs, Nyota," Spock began. "And if your beliefs are correct then she is in a better place."
Nyota looked up in Spock's deep reddish brown eyes and threw her arms around his neck and held tightly. "That's exactly why I love you," She whispered gratefully in his pointed ear.
Spock smiled a real genuine smile, a smile he has made only six times before in his life: four times because of his mother and twice because of Nyota. Now this was the third time she got that smile out of him.
In the haze of Nyota's grief, her mind somehow found a way to think of a cynical, but funny question. "What would you do if… Gaila just came strutting through that door, like nothing happened and everything's alright?" She said with a slightly thick chuckle.
Spock didn't even need to say "What?!" because his eyes said it for him, then his eyes softened. "I believe you really directed that question to yourself, Nyota."
Nyota chuckled to herself again softly. "I would run to her and uncharacteristically lift her off her green feet, then punch her for worrying me the way she did."
They both chuckled softly now. "You are an extraordinary creature, even in the midst of mourning you can find the comic relief in it," Spock said with admiration. It was a feat that he knew he could never achieve.
With that Nyota drew her soft lips to his heated plush ones, remembering his massive lost. They held each other tightly and reminisced together.
***
They were in one of the few cars in America that still ran on gas fuel, a Mazda of some kind that was navy blue. Nyota enjoyed driving, she remembered back in Kenya her dad had an old twenty-first century Volkswagen Beetle, and it was cutest car. So she couldn't help renting a car to drive in sometimes, before having to go back to the Enterprise. Spock was in the passengers seat and feeling the roar of the engine was actually quite exhilarating to him.
They had been back on Earth for a couple of days now and they were on their way to the closet IMAX Theater, about twenty miles away from the academy. A new film was showing there that Nyota wanted them to see, a comedy adventure.
"Exactly how tall is the screen?" Spock asked.
"I believe about fifty to sixty feet," Nyota responded excitingly.
"Fifty to sixty feet seems to be an excessive size to simply view a film."
Nyota sighs amused. "Spock, that's the point so you feel like you're really in the film."
"Then they should make the theater into a simulation of some type so the audience actually feels engaged into the film," Spock retorted.
"Spock," Nyota starts exasperated "You'll like it."
A small grin crosses both their lips, as they continue to enjoy the ride. Nyota eyes focused on the road, she glances briefly at gears and makes sure their fuel is full. A question comes to mind.
"What would you do if…" She glances quickly to Spock. "I saw that we were running out of fuel and I just let us run out of fuel?" She had laughter in her voice.
"You are honestly asking me what I would do if I discovered that you knowingly let us run out of fuel? Is that correct?" Spock asked almost, sarcastically.
Nyota became a little nervous with Spock's tone. "Yes," She answers him.
"I would depart this vehicle and find the nearest shuttle stop, and arrive back at the academy," Spock answered coolly.
With an amused and exaggerated gasp of disbelief Nyota speaks. "You would leave me in here, without convincing me to come with you to find a shuttle stop?"
"Yes. If you can allow us to knowingly run out of fuel, then obviously you can also find your way back." The answer came out with a tone of sternness, but an undertone of humor.
"Seems like someone has become vindictive in their answer," Nyota said, with a wary glance towards Spock. Is he beginning to retaliate to my questions? Nyota thought. Na, he's still answering in his Spock way, plus he not the vindictive type.
But Spock merely gave a side way glance and smile to her statement. Just wait, he thought to himself.
***
They were at the IMAX now. The day before they had purchased their tickets. A trait that Spock was beginning to realize with human females is that they tended to like holding on to admission tickets of some kind. As if holding them gave them some sort of level of hierocracy and importance.
They were about to reach to the usher soon, waiting in line. Nyota's arm was looped into Spock's, her head resting lightly on his shoulder as they waited patiently. She tilted her head suddenly resting her chin on his shoulder and looking at him like a puppy dog to it's owner.
"What would you do if…" Nyota began as usual, lightly brushing the side of Spock's face as if to soothe him from her pervious question and pending one. "If I left you here took the tickets to the usher by myself and didn't come back for you?" She finished in a childish singsong tone.
Spock raised his brow, and looked down at her too innocent face. "Wonder what has caused you to become so insufferable, then take the Mazda back to the rental venue even though you had wished to keep it for a few days longer."
"That's the most ungentlemanly thing I've ever heard you say," Nyota said in humor and slight shock.
"That would have been the most unladylike thing I've ever witness you do, so I would have to act in kind," Spock retorted back, unflinchingly.
"You have jokes, Vulcan." Nyota could tell Spock was being a smart ass.
"I have never dictated a joke in my whole existence." Spock's eyes were straight ahead and focused.
Then Nyota walked slightly ahead of him when they reached the usher, handing him only one of their tickets.
"Nyota," Spock warned.
She smiled slightly and handed the other ticket to the usher. "What?" She asked innocently as if she hadn't just done something questionable.
The remainder of the afternoon was very pleasant and sure enough Spock did enjoy the IMAX. Nyota also behaved herself the rest the day with no other "What would you do if…" questions. And although Spock appreciated this, retribution was still on his mind. Retribution he was soon to acquire.
***
The feel of the heat radiating off of Spock's body underneath Nyota's body was always an overwhelming and erotic feeling. His body heat was higher than most humans, which suited Nyota just fine because she always had a relatively cool body temperature, which counteracted well.
She sucked lightly at the area right underneath Spock's left pointed ear. He groaned and quickly flipped their positions so that he was now on top. He began to trail slow deliberate kisses down the length of Nyota's body. She squirmed underneath his attentions it was always torture whenever he took his time to pleasure her body.
Spock was now kissing her inner thighs at his own leisure inching closer to the spot where Nyota was dying for him to place those soft lips at. She was fisting the blankets underneath her with anticipation, her patience growing thin.
Spock's breath was right at her entrance. Now you will pay, Lieutenant Spock thought with a grin. "What would you do if I completely stopped my affections on you right now?" Spock asked, propped on his elbows looking up at Nyota.
"What?!?" Nyota was utterly shocked by the sudden and unwelcome question, when all she wanted was to feel Spock all over her body.
"What would you do?" Spock pressed with a raised eyebrow, still holding himself on his elbows looking amusingly up at Nyota's desire clouded eyes mixed with frustration.
"That's not funny Spock," Nyota said hoarsely with desire and anger.
"I assure you I am genuinely curious as to your answer," Spock retorted back. Amusement the most evident she had ever seen in Spock's eyes.
Nyota huffed. "You're evil," was all she managed to let out in her heated state.
"I'm no more cynical than you have been so far with your various questions," Spock countered.
"Yeah but those type of questions were meant for you not me," Nyota answered hastily.
Spock raised his brow again. "A double standard," he stated, it was not a question.
"No… I… it's…" Nyota was at a lost for words. She knew he was right but to her that wasn't the point. She huffed and pulled the blankets over her body shifting to her side.
Spock looked at her curiously, while leaning up towards her. "Are you displeased with me, Nyota?"
"Yes – No… a little." She was still not forming coherent sentences.
Spock's lips tugged upwards and he drew closer to Nyota wrapping his arm around her waist and kissed her neck.
"No, don't try anything with me. Even though my body is desperate for you right now, you have stumped me and now I must recover," Nyota said.
Spock's slight smile was still on his lips. "As you wish." He was about to let go of his hold around her waist, but she immediately grabbed his arm to stay there.
"I still want you close," Nyota said despite herself.
Spock simply huddled closer to her frame holding her tightly, his smile even more emphasized by her statement. Spock definitely got her back and thoroughly enjoyed it, and although content in holding her he still slightly wished it didn't end their activities.
But no matter, she was certainly suffering more with the interruption of affection then he was. He knew this because her body was shivering from lack of sexual contact and also struggling to stop herself from resuming with him, her pride wouldn't let her. Nyota's struggle was the best retribution Spock could ask for.
Chapter 4 coming soon...
AN: I hope I didn't throw you guys too off by the sad parts with Nyota and Spock. It was actually one of the reviewers who made me think of the question about Gaila coming back, when she mentioned a question she asked her own boyfriend about if she came back as a zombie. Clearly the way I went about it wasn't quite as crazy, but thanks .
The two "What would you do if..." questions about the gas running out and the tickets, were really ideas from Dane Cook's, Isolated Incident. And I really hope you guys liked how I made Spock get his revenge on Nyota.
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