I realized currently that there is absolutely too much fluff in this fic and I am not a fan of excessive fluff. It's just not realistic, but for some reason I seem to be incapable of making them look anything but cute together. Also, thank you for all of the reviews and the criticism. And yes, I did mean wary not weary. Sorry :P. I'll fix it later but I'm too lazy to fix it right now. J
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Chapter Six
Jealousy Thy Name is Spock
"Where were you all winter break?" Gaila asked pursing her lips.
In Commander Spock's apartment.
"Don't worry about it, Gaila."
Uhura pulled on her black boots and began to pull her hair into a ponytail, smoothing it down and pulling it up. Gaila was watching her with narrowed eyes, still half dressed in sexy lingerie-her silk kimono robe was thrown out on the floor.
A thought seemed to enter the Orion's mind and Gaila's eyes widened and she jumped off the bed.
"Nyota! Did you finally find a sex buddy?" Gaila asked excitedly and began to chatter happily in Orion.
"No! Not a sex buddy I just-was with someone for the majority of the break."
"For all of the break. Okay, if you weren't having sex what were you doing?"
"Relationships are not founded on sex, Gaila."
"But they are solidified and made much more agreeable by it."
"Just forget it, okay Gaila?" Uhura said sighing and picking up her book bag.
"Okay. But is this the same mystery nerd? Or a different guy? Uhura you can't keep holding out on me!"
Uhura scoffed and hurried to the library.
She still needed more evidence for her thesis and she had a strict personal schedule to adhere to. She wanted to finish her research by the end of this week. Damn. That wasn't the only thing stressing her out.
Uhura was frustrated. Her relationship with Spock was agreeable. They were comfortable with each other, even in absolute silence. They continued their prior activities with secretive glances that seemed to be relevant to their romantic relationship, but they did not touch. Uhura was not sure that it was due to Spock's Vulcan taboos or if it was because he had no desire to. Part of her logically considered this, but she was still human and easily frustrated and she wished to find some kind of emotion within Spock that implied that he found her attractive.
He had smiled at her when they agreed to court, but that was not a declaration of his attraction, only an emotional declaration of his pleasure with her. That was, in a sense, what she wanted. An emotional bond, but she also wanted physical reciprocation of emotions. She wanted him to have lust for her-undeniable attraction. She craved it-craved it desperately.
And it was pissing her off.
Uhura bumped into a hard wall and fell backwards. Cursing in Klingon she looked up angrily to see Armand standing before her apologetically.
As usual he was devastatingly handsome. His black eyes were like a watching cat's, his face was all symmetrical angles and a soft jaw. His lips were full and surrounded by facial hair that seemed to be agreeably groomed. He was wearing a black wife beater and human jeans. He looked like a male model and leaned unnecessarily on his right leg.
He offered his hand, which she accepted reluctantly. She had to practically pull it from his grasp when she was back on her feet.
His eyes moved from her face down and then back up. The predatory look in his eyes was not subtle and he stepped closer.
"Nyota," He purred at her.
Nyota stepped back and gave him a warning look.
He pouted with his full lips and Uhura bit her lip to try and forget where his lips had been when they were previously involved. Obviously the young telepath was picking up her thoughts because he smirked at her and licked his lips responsively. His eyes were black, like hungry voids.
"Armand, thank you. I have to go now."
He stepped in front of her and smiled smugly.
"You've been avoiding me, Nyota. Why is that? I have missed you greatly." His standard was very precise and permeated by a Betazoid accent.
"I'm sorry. I've been busy lately and I have to go-"
He stepped in front of her again and this time trailed his fingers lightly down her shoulder, his smug grin still present.
"I have missed you. I enjoyed your vivacity. You would make a perfect Betazoid woman-you have a very subtle, fierce sexuality, Nyota."
"I don't intend to get into this with you, Armand."
He stepped closer his eyes burning into her hungrily.
"But I wish to get into this, Nyota." He said with obvious insinuation.
"Cadet Uhura, Cadet Armand." A hard, deep voice called.
They both turned to see Spock glaring at Armand dangerously. His lips twitched downwards and Spock moved forward and then stopped with a sudden jerk as if physically restraining himself. His face was indifferent. To a common observer it was unreadable, practically devoid of emotions. But Uhura had learned the subtle appearances of his emotions and knew that the small twitch of his lips was practically a blatant declaration of anger.
"You have a class, Cadet Armand. You will go there now." Spock commanded staring at Armand with slight disapproval.
The Betazoid's pheromone levels had risen considerably and Spock felt a slight disgust rise within him.
Armand stepped back and nodded vigorously.
"Of-of course, Commander." Armand gave Uhura one more look before hurrying down the hall.
Spock followed the boy down the hall with slightly narrowed eyes and then turned back to Uhura-his eyes were filled with an unknown dark promise.
"Follow me into my office, please, Cadet Uhura."
Uhura contemplated ignoring him. She didn't like the way he had said that-almost condescendingly like she was an inappropriate child. But he gave her no choice. The moment he finished speaking he simply turned and walked towards his office with strides that were hurried and longer than usual.
Uhura followed, practically feeling the anger rolling off of him.
Exactly why was he pissed off?
Spock found himself particularly annoyed with her when she was around any males besides himself. His anger surged and his lips twitched uncontrollably. He realized vaguely that this emotion was jealousy and that he had never before encountered such an emotion. He catalogued this feeling methodically, even through the turmoil of his personal anger. It would be necessary to know this feeling in order to meditate through the illogical thought pattern it was currently presenting.
His body was illogically telling him that his mate was present and should not speak with any other male until they were properly bonded. That consisted of sexual consummation and territorial markings on her body. Though Vulcan mating did not consist of fighting as foreplay, the viciousness and savagery of Vulcan mating was consistent in some ways with Klingon mating rituals.
Though he would not disclose this to Dr. Chansi or anyone else for that matter.
This illogical idea that Uhura was his mate was baffling. It required telepathic bonding and much more preparation to create a bond with a Vulcan female. It was a practical process built out of necessity. It made no sense that outside of pon farr or in preparation for pon farr, that his body would react in such a way to a human female who had not initiated even a partial mind meld with him.
Spock's frustration with himself and this burgeoning jealousy was becoming difficult to properly regulate. The fact that he had not seen her for three days and four hours was also frustrating. Since winter break she was busy working on research and her thesis. He had obligations to his classes and correcting paperwork. His time was also spent managing the Kobayashi Maru. They had not had time to see each other and their distance seemed to create a growing insecurity within him.
When they entered his office Spock's whole unblinking countenance fell into desuetude. His face betrayed no emotions but his human eyes were furious.
"What were you doing with, Cadet Armand?"
Uhura narrowed her eyes.
"Just talking."
"It did not seem that way. He touched you intimately twice."
"Not with my consent."
Spock said nothing. He began to slightly pace the floor, his hands behind his back and his eyes staring at the carpet as if to set it on fire.
"I have…seen you with many cadets, Uhura. I am particularly interested in why you have engaged in so many relationships that maybe construed as romantic."
"What the hell are you talking about, Spock?" Uhura spat.
Was he accusing her of cheating? And what the hell did he mean he had seen her with many cadets?
"Besides Armand there is a certain James Tiberius Kirk who seems to hold much of your attention. He pursues you and makes his request for a sexual encounter with you blatantly apparent and you have not spurned him. He still pursues you and yet you told me you did not like being in the company of Cadet Kirk." He said almost bitingly.
Uhura's eyes widened in shock.
"I do not."
"Then why is it that you are constantly in his presence?" His voice was indifferent, but his lips were curled slightly at the edges and that tone of restraint was still present.
"He enjoys flirting with me. So it's more accurate to say that he's in my presence."
"Do you….enjoy his advances?" Spock asked with an obvious strain to his voice that even shocked him.
"No."
"And yet he still pursues?"
"Yes."
"Are you aware that this is equivalent to sexual harassment and you may have him indicted?"
"Yes, I am aware."
"Then, logically, if you do not wish to be sexually harassed by Cadet Kirk-"
"I am not being sexually harassed!" Uhura spat in indignation.
"Then you do enjoy his pursuit to have sexual intercourse with you?"
"What the hell is this about, Spock? You're not the type to dance around the truth. And I'm not enjoying this Vulcan interrogation so you can either tell me your intentions or go to hell, Spock."
"I merely wish to understand your relationship with Cadet Kirk. You have told me constantly that you do not like his romantic advances and yet he persists and you allow it. I do not understand your rationale with him. You give him leeway that he does not deserve. I have seen you rebuff various human males with more success in the past. And now you are interacting strangely with a Betazoid male. Your actions have led me to believe that I am not pleasing to you as a romantic partner." Spock said almost bitingly.
For a moment his eyes narrowed and his speech pattern became blunt. To a Vulcan his words would have sounded extremely forceful, embarrassingly emotional. And though he was aware of this he was incapable of stopping himself. His lack of control was only increasing his anger.
Uhura didn't know whether to be pissed or extremely confused. Spock was acting like a complete asshole all of a sudden. He was regularly arrogant, but now he was becoming irrational and hiding his emotional outbursts under logic. Uhura was not the type of woman to stand by and allow anyone, even Spock, to treat her without due respect.
"Spock! I can't believe you would even think that! Are you trying to imply that I would cheat on you? Is that what you're saying? You asshole. You-I can't even believe that you would-ugh! Just-don't even talk." Uhura barked and began to curse in various languages again, glaring at him harshly
Spock quieted though his black eyes were still filled with rage and he was still pacing the small carpet. He was angry, furious. He had seen the male Betazoid touch her and a painful urge to physically mutilate the Cadet coursed through him.
That small voice within him became a screaming desire: destroy the opponent and mate with her. Make her yours. Yours. Spock closed his eyes as called upon the meditation techniques of Surak to clear this new emotion from his mind.
He could not understand why he was irrationally upset. She had not seemed to enjoy the Cadet's actions, nor did she seem to reciprocate them. His logic was unfounded and yet he seemed convinced of the truth of his fear that she was pursing someone else.
It was illogical and that made him wince in discomfort.
For the first time since childhood and rejecting the Science Academy, he had acted purely on emotion and not logic. He had made a fool of himself for a human female and he was willing to do so again.
Uhura stopped cursing and sighed. She studied her Vulcan's face-the long nose, the pouted lips and excellent bone structure. His eyes were black, narrow, beautiful.
No. She could not blame him entirely for this. He was half human and half Vulcan, two opposing creatures in one body. He did not understand human ways or the emotions that plagued relationships. And yet he felt them, he felt these emotions as a human would but had no prior experience to help him deal with them. She was angry with him, but she understood what he was going through.
"Spock. I realize that you don't understand a lot of human interactions but sometimes flirting is not serious. Sometimes it's meant as a joke. And it wouldn't matter anyway, because Kirk means nothing to me. Neither does Armand. Spock look at me, Spock. I only want you. I've wanted you for two years, and I don't intend to leave you." Her hands curled around his clothed wrists and he instantly calmed.
She did not want any of these other Cadets. She only wanted him.
That was all he needed. The only thing he needed.
Spock sighed and leaned into her.
His mind wanted hers, his body needed hers and he could not prevent himself from acting.
Grumbling low he pressed his lips into hers, imitating the actions he had seen in Terran romance movies. They never seemed logical until now.
Uhura had not been expecting him to kiss her, but she responded instantly through her shock. Her hands came to rest possessively on both sides of his face and she lightly nipped at his lower lip. Spock sunk into her and Nyota nudged his nose with hers, her fingers curled slightly and her nails trailed down his cheeks gently.
She was soft and she tasted sweet-like cherries.
Spock breathed in her smell-that consuming salty rose-honey smell. He wanted to bury himself within her; fill her with his need. He needed her to understand.
Nyota gasped and almost stumbled backwards as she felt a strange, pleasurable presence enter her mind. It was confusing at first, but she knew it was Spock, she could feel that it was him. He was caressing her mind, pushing his emotions gently into her like a mental kiss. It pulled at her gut and she felt Spock's hungry lust flow through her and mix with her own. The more his mind nudged hers the more their needs became one; it was equally erotic and spiritual.
It felt like he was engaging in mental foreplay.
"I apologize, Nyota. I did not mean to act irrationally. I was…" He was whispering against her lips, but his Vulcan pride wouldn't allow him to finish.
It didn't matter, for his mind was whispering the rest. He was afraid. Afraid that she would no longer want him when surrounded by obviously emotional males. Males who would understand her affections better than him. She felt his fear and she nudged her own reassurance against his mind.
"I know. Shhh, it's okay." She nudged his nose again with hers, a sweet gesture that he reciprocated.
Spock moved his lips from her mouth to her neck, pressing chaste kisses. Nyota's hand curled around his neck and then out to his shoulders and down, down along his wide chest and to his clothed nipple. She flicked it through his shirt and he moaned.
His pleasure reverberated in Uhura's mind as if it were her own.
"I want to please you, Nyota." Spock said sincerely and his lips were back on hers again.
He did not know how to kiss. His lips were enough to please Uhura, but he was apprehensive and did not try to go any farther than an innocent press of his lips against hers. It was sweet, innocent. But it
wasn't enough for what Uhura wanted.
Uhura nudged back against the presence in her mind and then sucked hard on Spock's bottom lip. Her lips moved from his lips to his cheeks, and then his ear. She licked at the lobe and then ran her teeth slowly along the tip. He grabbed her hips instinctively and groaned softly into her. Uhura grinned against him and moved back to his lips parting them with her tongue. She was pleased to know that she was able to affect him.
Spock was not sure if this was an ideal situation.
They were still in his office and the empathetic link he had inadvertently created was heightening his lust. He was close to losing his control and he was not sure if he would be able to stop. Logically their actions should be detained until they were in private. But he didn't want to discontinue, not when Nyota was kissing him like this.
Uhura pressed her hips into his and she felt the physical manifestations of his arousal press back. She led him to his desk and pushed him slightly against it so she could wrap her arms around his neck and lean into the hot heat of his body. Spock felt his body respond against hers and his link began a steady rhythm of given and take, delving in and out of their emotions.
The distant urge was beginning to pull at his libido and an admonishing voice whispered that his control was about to disintegrate.
"Nyota This is inappropriate. We are…in my office and if someone were to desire to come in-"
Nyota groaned and wanted to strangle him. The first time they engaged in any physical contact and it was mind blowing and Spock wanted to stop.
"No one will come in. Spock, I've wanted you for a very long time…" She purred against his ear and licked the tip.
Spock almost convulsed. He pulled her away slightly and tried to regain his calm. He couldn't think with her touching his ear like that.
"Nyota please. We will…continue this later, Uhura. We agreed that we must remain…discrete. And not allow this to….affect our work." Spock said softly and somewhat reluctantly.
He knew that that wasn't his only concern. He was afraid of his current hunger, it was Vulcan in nature and he knew if he were to engage in any sexual encounters with Uhura he would hurt her. He wasn't ready for that yet.
Uhura sighed and pouted, the affect combined with her swollen lips made parts of him groan. She could feel some of his fear through the link, though he was trying to hide it. If he wasn't ready now that was fine. She wouldn't force him, though she wanted to.
"Alright. But we're not finished, Spock."
She brushed her lips against Spock's cheek and he breathed in her scent one more time. He watched her leave his office with a deliberate accentuation of her hips.
His efficiency dropped by twenty percent that day.
