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buahaha :D I looved the reviews on ch. 1!! and yes..this does make me feel very wicked ;)
people were really wanted to see more..which I actually wasn't planning on...but this was just too much fun!
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Uhura walked onto the bridge and took her seat at the communications console. She peeked over at Spock, who was studying some spacial anomaly through his sensors. He met her gaze for a split second and gave her the faintest of smiles. The only kind of smile she would be able to detect in his austere expression--and yet it gave her the warmest feeling. Every time he looked at her, it made her fall more in love with him. It was a curse--or an overwhelming gift.
It had been three days since her "encounter" with Spock Prime and she had decided not to tell her placid lover about it. Why would she? Spock Prime was him...just older...and from an alternate reality...
Uhura shook her head. There was nothing wrong with it. And she was meeting with the Ambassador again tonight, so why not enjoy it while it lasts?
From Earth to Desierto it takes five days to get through the meteor beds, and around the spacial distortions that the black holes from all of Nero's attacks had left. She had two more days to spend with him, and after that it was probable she would never see him again. She wanted to make the best out of those two days and she wasn't about to let a little fight with Spock stop her.
But why would they fight if there was nothing wrong with it...?
She was overanalyzing things. It would all work out.
Finally, her shift was done. After hours and hours of endless translating and inter-spacial frequency analyzing, she could now spend some time with that placid lover of hers.
Spock's shift had ended two hours before hers (for which she envied him for) so he was already waiting for her in his quarters. She entered and flopped down on the bed in complete exhaustion.
"What a day," she said.
"Indeed," he replied and sat beside her.
She looked into his eyes. They were so much like Spock Prime's. So full of emotion that he tried desperately to hide--but she saw it all in his eyes. He put his hand on her back and started rubbing it soothingly.
"Perhaps you need to rest," he said softly and pushed her against him.
He continued to rub her back and shoulders softly while he kissed her neck. She reached her hand over and touched his thigh. He immediately pulled her on top of him on the bed and kissed her neck even faster. They rolled over--and Uhura thought she was about to die when he seductively brushed his lips over hers as he spoke.
"I thought perhaps when we arrive at Desierto, we could visit my father," he said, his lips barley touching hers.
Uhura pushed him away and stared at him as if to make sure he wasn't lying to her. She knew what he was talking about...
"You mean, you are going to introduce me to your father?" she said in surprise.
"It would be the logical thing to do," Spock said puzzled.
Uhura smiled brightly at him. He had always been evasive whenever she mention meeting his father. Now, he was the one suggesting it.
She kissed him on the lips and pulled him down to her.
"I love you," she said when he released her to send electrical kisses down her jawbone and neck.
He continued kissing.
She was honestly sick of not hearing him say it back. She knew he loved her...Spock Prime even knew it. But he had never told her himself.
He sensed her discomfort. "You are angry with me," he pointed out.
"No," she said. And it was the truth. She wasn't angry...she was just upset.
"I do care much for you, Nyota," Spock said looking down at her.
"I know. And that's all I ask for," she said and cupped his face in her hand. She didn't ask for anything else...but she wanted everything else. She didn't expect him to tell her he loved her, but she wanted him to more than anything.
They laid there in his bed for hours--kissing and talking, until finally she realized what time it was and where she had promised to be.
"Well, I have to go see Scotty about the long range sensor test we are doing tomorrow," she said, giving him one last kiss and getting up.
Spock gave a small frown as she left his arms, but she reassured him with a smile. "I'll be back, sweetheart," she said.
He nodded and she walked out the door.
She came to Ambassador Spock's quarters and was surprisingly giddy. It had been years since she had actual butterflies from just the thought of being with a man. It made her all the more excited to see him.
She pushed the "call" button and waited impatiently. Spock opened the door and his eyes gleamed when he saw her.
And her heart gleamed when she saw him.
He was dressed much more casually since the last time she had gone to his quarters. He was wearing a white shirt that was unbuttoned at the top, and black slacks that contoured to his body perfectly. She stepped into his room and didn't realize until he touched her that she was shaking.
"Calm down, Nyota. There is no need to be anxious," he said, giving her an award-winning half smile.
She nodded. Both his hands held a firm, but gentle grip onto her shoulders. But slowly, the only kind of "slowly" that can be mastered through years of experience, his hands moved behind her shoulders, gracefully down her spine, and laid on the small of her back. He pulled her close to him, and looked down at her.
"Is it so wrong that I want to kiss you?" he asked more to himself than to her.
"Is it so wrong that I wantyou to kiss me?" she asked.
He let out a soft, mellow chuckle that sent shivers down her spine.
"Right now, right and wrong do not seem to be in the picture," he said.
"Agreed."
And that was the end of it.
He pulled her in for a kiss. Slowly, gracefully, and soothingly he kissed her. So slowly it was almost painful--so gracefully it was almost shameful--so soothingly she just wanted to collapse in his arms.
Which she did.
He held her in his tight grip and hoisted her up until he was cradling her in his arms. She felt a sudden panic that she might be hurting him and she heard him chuckle again.
"I may be old, Nyota, but I am still Vulcan," he said. The thrill of excitement that he could read her mind again coursed through her body.
He slyly moved toward the bed and laid her on top of it. She sat up.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked him.
"Because you want it," he said.
"Do you want it too?" she asked, worried that her selfish desires were somehow making him do things he did not wish for.
"Oh, I want it more than you realize."
"But why?"
"Because I never had you in my quarters like this one hundred twenty-nine years ago. I would have never expected it from my Uhura. But you love that young version of me two decks down. And I know that you are perfectly willing to be here with me--or you would not be here at all."
All she could do was smile. That's the only thing she could muster within herself at this moment.
And, of coarse, he only made it worse.
He knelt down in front her and kissed her finger tips, her hands, her arm, her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, her forehead, her nose. And he stopped only inches from her lips.
Her breathing was heavy and the butterflies were only getting worse. His lips collapsed upon hers, and his tongue devoured hers, and his hands held on to hers. She pulled him on top of her and she laid on the bed. He stared into her eyes and touched his fingers to her lips. She kissed them and he started kissing her neck.
"Spock," she whispered his name. It only made him go faster.
"Tell me you love me," she pleaded.
He stopped and looked down at her. Uhura felt suddenly embarrassed and looked away. It was like she just asked the man she was having an affair with to tell her he loved her...
But she wasn't having an affair...
This was Spock.
He leaned in pressed his lips to her ear.
"I love you, Nyota," he said, and she melted. Every part of her soul collapsed at his words ringing in her head.
But something else was ringing in her head...
A warning?
No...
A Precaution...
AU: ohh I feel so schemey about the next chapter...but I'm just curious...what would you all like to see in future chapters of this story??