She'd left Kat in the mess hall shortly after her embarrassing revelation. Kat had seemed rather shocked, and Emmy hadn't been sure how to get back onto the track their conversation had been on, before the personal questions started.
Heading back to her room, Emmy planned to shower and get ready for bed. Her day off hadn't gone anything like she'd planned, though she wasn't sure that she could really complain as she'd suddenly found a 'bff' in Kat.
Kat seemed nice—too nice to be dating the Captain, but they did fit well together. Emmy hadn't heard any horror stories from heartbroken girls about the Captain using them, so to her, so far the mission was a success.
After a quick shower and a lot of wishing that the Enterprise had been constructed with bathtubs, Emmy hurried and changed into a spaghetti strap cameise and boy shorts. Though she'd never dare wear this outfit out of her room, even in the event of an unexpected abandoning-ship, she was comfortable and ready to enjoy the solitude of her night. She laid down on her bed, leaving her hair down and pulled a book out. Even though Emmy was alone, she still liked to keep her scar covered in some way. Not that anyone ever stopped by, but one could never be too careful, and Emmy didn't even want to think about explaining the bite mark to anyone.
She'd been lying down, skimming through a dorky romance novel that she'd read a hundred times, but would never admit to reading, but loved, when her door chimed.
Startled, she sat up quickly and stood, setting down her book and checking her hair to make sure the bite was covered before answering.
"Come in," she called, and watched anxiously as the door slid open. She wasn't used to visitors and couldn't think who it could be.
It was the last person in the galaxy she ever would have expected.
It was Spock.
Emmy watched as he entered her small room. It felt as though all of the oxygen was being sucked out of her room. Deciding that she wasn't going to be the one to make the first move, she tried to wait patiently—he'd been seeking her out, and had now come to her room, he could speak first.
"Nurse Marshals," Spock said, tilting his head slightly in greeting.
"Commander," Emmy greeted back, growing more uncomfortable as time ticked away slowly.
A silence filled the room. Emmy wasn't sure if she was supposed to try and make small talk—or if Vulcans even made small talk—so she opted to keep quiet and see where Spock led the conversation.
"May I ask a personal query?" Spock asked, standing rigidly in her rooms, arms behind his back, looking very much out of place in her humble quarters.
"Of course, Commander," Emmy answered, trying to project total relaxation at him being in her quarters.
"Are you unwell?" Spock asked, rather bluntly, but was there ever a time when he hadn't been blunt?
"Commander?" Emmy questioned him, confusion filling her brain
"You have not been at your optimal performance level," he stated emotionlessly.
"I'm…sorry?" Emmy replied hesitantly, wondering if he really was as dense as to question why she'd been distracted the past few weeks.
"I am not here for apologies. I simply wish for you to correct what ails you," Spock said, almost ruthlessly.
"What ails me?" Emmy asked in total confusion and a little anger at his emotionless attitude. She ran her hand through her hair unconsciously and unknowingly shifted her hair from its strategic mission of hiding her bite mark. Her hair moved, and it was revealed.
"I do…" Spock started, but trailed off almost instantly, his eyes zeroing in on her neck.
Emmy froze and slowly moved her hand up to her neck where the scar was, praying that her hair was still covering it. Sadly, fate hated her, and her bite mark was fully uncovered, impossible for Spock to miss. Spock, the one person she had NEVER wanted to see her bite mark, ever, was now standing in her room with a perfect view. Her face unconsciously fell into an unpleasant wince as her hand met scarred skin. She couldn't help chancing a glance over at him quickly.
He moved so quickly Emmy barely had time to blink, and his eyes were black and hungry. She moved to take a step back, but was halted by Spock's hand sliding around her waist, keeping her in place, while slowly moving her against him.
Emmy saw more than felt as Spock moved his free hand up toward her fingers, her own hand still covering over her scar. She didn't dare move her eyes from his, but she felt his hand cover hers, while gently moving it down to reveal her scar. She felt his fingers trace the mark and couldn't help but shiver, suddenly becoming warm in her lower regions. She watched his eyes darken more, and his face come closer and closer until she could feel his breath on her cheek.
She couldn't even think about moving. Suddenly, she was slammed against his hard body, gasping in shock. She never saw him move his head, until his lips slammed onto her own. She moaned when his tongue met hers, she wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer, his one arm stayed firmly around her waist, the other still tracing her mark.
She couldn't stop moaning as their tongues continued to duel each other. She followed Spock's lead as he pushed her back against the wall. His arms moved and lifted her up, and Emmy wrapped her legs around him, almost melting when he growled, moving his head down to her neck and biting her again, sucking firmly.
Emmy couldn't stifle her vocalizations, though she didn't think that Spock minded, whenever she moaned his hips slammed into her, causing her to cry out again. Spock moved his head up, reclaiming her lips hard, and Emmy bucked her hips into his. A growl erupted from between their lips when he broke the kiss and bit her neck hard once again.
Emmy ran her hands through Spock's hair, hands skimming his ears causing Spock to almost purr, as their kissing continued hard and fast. Emmy felt Spock's hands gripping her upper thighs so tightly, she knew without a doubt that a bruise was forming.
Spock's hands began to skim under her shirt when the door chimed. It took a moment for them to actually realize that the sound was her doorbell.
Spock was away from her before she had time to breathe.
Emmy watched as Spock became emotionless before her eyes, making her suddenly feel cold; she wrapped her arms around herself, feeling self conscious. She watched as he looked over her, then turned swiftly and left the room, leaving it open, and then Emmy watched as McCoy stepped into her room.
As the doors closed behind McCoy, she watched him look over her disheveled appearance before speaking.
"Did I interrupt something with the hobgoblin?" McCoy asked, his eyebrows raised in question.
"Umm…I'm not sure," was all she could reply.