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Touched
Chapter 9
Nyota.
There was heavy dew on the grass and slight mist in the air as Nyota walked quietly back across the green to her quarters. She took her time, secure in the early morning solitude. Nyota knew Gallia would want to know what had happened and she knew she could not tell her. It was too personal and too new to share. Nyota guessed that Gallia first question would be, "What happened to your hair?"
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Nyota sighed as she thought of the sensation of Spock's strong fingers threading through her hair as he kissed her lingeringly. She smiled again at his surprise and consternation when her elegant hair style had become partly detached form its moorings. He had pulled away from her and attempted to refasten the twisted mass of hair. He was no more skilled with women's hair styles that she was.
She had said, "It's a lost cause," and reached up to unpin the hairdo. She had struggled with the hairpins, that where now scratching her scalp. Spock had led her to the sofa, sat her down and had sat beside her and gently removed the hairpins. Finally her hair was loosened and cascaded down her back and he had combed it out with his fingers, gently and rhythmically, letting the silken strands run between his fingers. Then she had reached up and rubbed her scalp saying, "Hair headache, I get them when I let my hair down after it has been up for too long."
Spock had paced his hands over hers and stilled her rough rubbing. He began to massage her scalp firmly but gently. She dropped her hand to her lap and leaned into him. She luxuriated in the feeling of his fingers. It was so soothing. She felt herself relax and at the same time goose bumps spread down her neck and spine. He moved her hair aside and pressed his lips to the raised flesh on the nape of her neck.
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Acting on an impulse Nyota took her shoes off and stepped of the path onto the damp grass. She walked scuffing her feet slightly enjoying the sensation of the cool damp grass on her feet. She walked over toward the memorial for the fallen.
Spock.
He had wanted to walk her back to her room but she had insisted on going alone. As Nyota pointed out anyone seeing her would simply and correctly assume she had had a late and eventful night. If they were together the inference would be very different. He had acknowledged the logic of her augment. He stood at his window and watched her. She walked lightly almost skipping and then she stoped and removed her shoes and walked across the dew damp grass. She stopped half way to the memorial to the fallen, spread her arms wide, a shoe in each hand and slowly turned on the spot. Her head was tipped back and her expression blissful. Then she stopped and hugged herself as she continued to walk.
Her actions were utterly incomprehensible to him but made his heart ache in his side.
Spock closed his eyes and relived his memories of the night. First he had basked in her happiness as her massaged her scalp then heat had flooded him as he felt her awareness of him and goose bumps spread down her neck and spine. He had leaned down and kissed her neck and she had relaxed back toward him on the sofa and aching with longing for him. Then Nyota had turned and twisted around pressing against him until they had ended up lying together on the sofa. The narrow space had meant he was half over her and she was kissing his face and neck. His hand found hers and they dove into one another. He had thought he knew her secrets and had tasted her joy and her passion. Now he realised how incomplete his earlier experience was. The intensity of her passion burned him and he, who was always so hot, learned what it was to be heated by another.
Nyota.
Nyota stood before the monument. Some cadets called it the pencil. It was a tall column with five faces coming ending in a point. On each of the five faces a long screen showed the slowly scrolling roll of those Star Fleet personnel that had fallen in the line of duty.
As she stood there a shiver ran up her spine, "Someone walked over your grave" her mother would have said. Nyota frowned; there were so many names each with their rank, ship and date of death. She experience a sudden sense to the terrible vulnerability of life and how transient and precious it was. She placed her finger over the scrolling dates. Had any of them guessed that day would be their last? Had any postponed love in the false believe that belief that there would be time later? Last night Spock and Nyota chosen the course they believed built the strongest possibility of a future; they had agreed that they would wait until after graduation, until then they would remain cadet and instructor. She shivered and a feeling of unease again rippled through her.
She turned and walked toward her quarters.
"Don't borrow trouble," she scolded herself. Besides she felt so alive. She felt the slight soreness of her delicate skin and shivered at the flood of memories. Nyota wondered how she would survive the intervening months, now she knew what she was missing. She recalled when she had seen Spock under the single light in the language lab, his head tipped back, hair tousled, his eyes shut, month sightly open and an intense expression on his face she had speculated that this was how he would look in the throes of passion. Now she knew she had been right. She also knew he sometimes bit his bottom lip to remain quiet and that he liked to look into her eyes as he climaxed and that his body heat intensified all her skin's sensations and that his tongue was hotter than his hands.
She was also sure that she had a bad case of Vulcan beard rash, she grinned and made a mental note not to let Gallia see her undressed for a couple of days. She did not want to have to answer the inevitable questions. Still grinning she turned and looked towards his building.
Spock.
Spock watched her. He was at amazed at the choices he had made last night. He had started yesterday with no plan other than to apologise to Nyota and here he stood one day later watching his Nyota. His Nyota, this new reality was …fascinating.
Nyota.
The early morning sun reflected on the windows of the building where Spock's lived and stopped her seeing if he was watching. She estimated a 90% probability that he was observing her. She grinned and slowly and deliberately blew him a kiss. She would have laughed aloud if she had known that automatically and totally illogically his hand had risen to catch it.
Fin.
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