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Special thanks to Beta Notes from the Classroom.
Vulcans Don't Share : Chapter 2
Number One put one leg back and braced herself just in time not to fall over when she became tangled up in his falling mass of torso and limbs. As soon as their bodies collided, Spock seemed to come to a little bit; he straightened but wrapped his arms around her as though for dear life...
At that moment Number One had a very ungracious thought. Please don't puke on me. Please don't puke on me. She really didn't want to know if Vulcans puked...or what Vulcan puke could possibly look like. Her stomach was still so weak from her bout of radiation sickness...
Would Spock's puke be green?
It was too much. "Lieutenant Commander, at attention!"
"Sir!" Snapping straight, Spock brought his arms to his side.
Still able to follow orders, even when wasted. Fascinating.
"Sorry, about this," she said.
"Sir?" Spock asked, eyes not meeting hers.
Drawing her arms back and then forward, Number One pushed his chest backwards with all her force towards his bunk. And nothing happened. He swayed on his feet but did not topple over.
She sighed, annoyed. "Get in bed now!"
Spock hissed. "Might I remind you, Sir. By regulations, I am only required to follow 'appropriate orders'. And as I have in...in...informed you, I will not be sed --"
This was getting a little bit annoying. "Oh, for God's sake, Spock!" She should really just leave him now and let him collapse on the floor. If he drowned on his own vomit...
Oh, Hell. Taking a step back, Number One angled her body and then rushed forward, hitting him with the side of her shoulder. She felt a momentary flash of triumph when she realized that he was going to topple over...that vanished abruptly when his arms sought her out for balance and drew her down onto the bed on top of him.
The next few seconds were a blur of awkwardly flailing limbs as Number One tried to get up and Spock was...grabbing her hands? Finding her body flat on his, his hip bone pressing hard against her, his head craning forward and their hands entwined, Number One had a brief moment of panic...all that talk of not being seduced...had the gentleman protested too much? Please, no. Please, no. She really didn't need something like this to mar the relationship between her and her science officer. One unrequited crush from a crew member was enough.
"I...I...I..." Spock said.
And suddenly her hands tingled and Number One knew...knew...he had not meant to pull her on top of him. It had been a mistake, a huge mistake. He was deeply, deeply sorry. She didn't need to panic...
He was communicating telepathically. She knew he accidentally read her thoughts...or her feelings...or physiological states...or whatever...when their hands brushed. She didn't know he could transmit.
It was...amazing. Relaxing, she laughed at the sheer wonder of it. It almost made the whole awkward experience worth it. When was she going to telepathically connect with anyone ever again?
Spock's body seemed to loosen a bit with her laughter and she thought maybe she heard a low hum. "Laughter. Nice," he whispered. One corner of his lip twitched up.
...It was a very tender moment that she would cherish forever, but she was lying on top of her science officer and this would not do. "Spock," she said, "I understand. You didn't mean to pull me over. We're good. I'm going to get up now, okay?"
Spock nodded.
Shifting to find some purchase, she suddenly became aware that it wasn't a hip bone pressing against her. She began to giggle. A very naughty thought popped into her mind...
"Sir?" Spock said quizzically, his hands still on hers...a low hum coming from somewhere. She felt only innocent curiosity from his hands...his body, on the other hand...
It was wrong. Very, very, very wrong. But she couldn't hold back.
"Spock's cock!" she exclaimed in a fit of laughter. "I"m a poet and you didn't know it --"
That was precisely the moment she found herself flying through the air.
Hitting the floor with a force that made her teeth shake, Number One burst out laughing again. She was going to hurt tomorrow...oh, Hell, she hurt now...this whole situation was just too funny.
...After a few minutes of hysterical convulsions, it began to occur to her that her science officer was very, very quiet. And that wasn't so funny. Maybe he'd passed out? If he had, she should really roll him over to his side...
Pulling herself painfully up to a sitting position, she peered over the edge of his bunk.
Spock was curled up facing away from her in a little ball...well, not precisely little...and his whole body was shaking. Awwww...She sighed. She knew better than to tease him about that...really she did. Vulcans prided themselves so much on their control, and there she went and drew attention to the fact that he was a wee bit out of control --
Now she'd given the guy a complex.
"Spock? Spock? You okay, buddy?"
No answer.
"You had a normal physiological reaction to chocolate and a female on top of you. I know you weren't trying to seduce me...and...really, you didn't do anything wrong."
Weren't Vulcans monogamous, like forever and ever?
"And you weren't unfaithful to your bond mate, Spock."
His body shuddered. "Should...shouldhave...had more control...half human...weak..."
Now that was...
"Don't insult me, Spock. It wasn't your human side that caused the problem here. If you were human you wouldn't be drunk off your ass on hot cocoa!"
"Xocolatl."
Was he correcting her? "What the fuck ever, Spock. You know what I mean." She sighed. "Look, you did nothing wrong. You resisted my evil doppelganger's advances --"
Spock growled.
"Right...Chapel is evil. You've been faithful to your bond mate, we're all good...I'll just go now." Groaning, Number One tried to pull herself up further and winced. "Or maybe I'll just lay here for a bit until I catch my breath and my bones knit."
She eased herself back down to the floor.
"I assaulted my superior officer. Sir, if you wish to report me I will --"
Rolling her eyes, Number One shot back a quick lie. "Shut up, Spock, the ship shook."
"I did not notice any instability on the part of the vess...vess...vess...boat," Spock replied.
"Yeah, whatever, throw me a pillow."
A pillow fell from over the edge of the bed and landed on her face. "Thanks, Spock," she said, putting it under her head.
The only response she got was a grunt.
Lying on the floor, she promised herself she'd keep her mouth shut. She'd just rest. In a few minutes she'd get up and go back to her quarters.
But...she was bored...and rather naughty thoughts began creeping into her mind. It would be wrong to take advantage of Spock while he was so vulnerable...on the other hand...she had rescued him from the lounge...and he had thrown her on the floor...and...would it really be so terrible to strike up a conversation? An innocent conversation...really...
"So I bet your bond mate is really, really, smart, huh, Spock?"
From the bed came that humming noise...only it was louder this time. It almost sounded like...purring? Nah.
"She is...she is...she is...brilliant."
"Uh-huh. But I guess all Vulcan girls are, aren't they?" Number One said.
"She is not Vulcan," Spock said.
"Wow, really? I thought you guys were bonded at seven or some--"
She stopped when the sound from the bed became a decidedly unfriendly growl.
An unhappy Vulcan was not a good thing, as she had already seen. "So. This non-Vulcan bond mate of yours...is she human?"
The growling stopped. "Yes."
"So she's brilliant. But is she beautiful?"
The humming noise began again. "Yes. Her features are symmetrical...her figure is healthy."
"But you know, Spock, beauty is such a subjective thing...I mean...I'm not sure I should take your word on this."
Suddenly Spock's eyes were peeking down over the edge of his bunk at her. "Vulcans do not lie," he said.
"That may be so...but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I think I require proof."
Spock blinked. "Yes. That would be quite rational. Veri...verifica...evidence."
His eyes disappeared and Number One heard some rattling in the storage space above his headboard.
Then his eyes were back. "Please move approximately .3 meters further from my bunk."
Number one scooted over. Spock rolled onto the floor next to her with a thump bringing a small holo projector with him.
Lifting an eyebrow, he turned onto his stomach, put the holo in front of them, hit a button and said, "Proof."
A/N:
Uh-oh.
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