Author's Note: In Chapter 38,Spock tells Uhura about the first day he laid eyes on her. The East African asks the Vulcan to make love to her.
Warning: This chapter contains sexual content that some might possibly classify for mature audiences. However, the author chose not to give it a stronger rating. If such material might offend you, please wait to read the next chapter.
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In a cabin in the Sierra Mountains, Spock tended to Uhura, who had suffered physical trauma as a result of the Vulcan's pon farr experience. Speaking in the third person, Spock shared his recollection of seeing Uhura for the first time.
Spock continued. "It was the year 2254 on the first day of classes at Starfleet Academy."
2254? That was the year began my appointment as a cadet. Is he talking about me? Uhura wondered.
"Two years, 7 months, and 22 days, 13 hours, and 17 minutes ago - he was walking across the quad on his way to conduct his Ethics 101 course. While traveling, he noticed a motley gathering of cadets in the courtyard. As he passed by, a pair of eyes peered up from amongst the group and appeared to look his way. Those eyes belonged to a petite young woman with braided hair and a copper tone to her skin."
The smile that came across Uhura's face let him know she was aware he was speaking of her. Still, he asked, "Why are you smiling?"
"Water certainly can work miracles." She replied playfully, handing him the empty glass. "I'm feeling much better already."
"You are crediting your improved disposition solely to the intake of water?" He inquired.
"Go on with your story, Spock. I'm anxious to hear more about this woman."
"In actual time, the brief encounter between the two could not have lasted more than six seconds. Yet . . . she remained with him . . . somehow, she remained with him."
"In what way?" She asked, urging him to explore his last statement.
"Throughout the remainder of the day, her image continued to reenter his thoughts. He reasoned she must be a first year cadet, since he had not recalled previously seeing her on campus. Searching the files of the Class of 2258, it did not take him long to identify her: Cadet Nyota Uhura of the United States of Africa, a graduate student majoring in Xenolingusitics."
"That bit of knowledge should have satisfied his curiosity."
"True. Yet, the next day, he found himself making inquiry about the group of which she appeared to be a member. He learned it was ostensibly a weekly Bible study group, but the Academy Commandant suspected it to be a front for Christians."
"Oh, my!" She feigned alarm. "Sounds like trouble to me."
"Knowledge of her particular religious affiliation was admittedly off-putting. Yet, the following week, as he made his journey across the quad passing by the group, he found himself anticipating her attention."
"Did she comply?"
"Most assuredly so."
"How did he know her focus was directed toward him? Perhaps, she was actually concerned with a bout with indigestion or a pesky fly?"
"There was no doubt what she was feeling for it was the same as he."
"And, what would that be?"
"An attraction."
An attraction? How could that be so?" She countered. "Just based on the minimal information you've provided, they seem to have little in common. And, let's not forget, such a relationship is forbidden by Academy policy. Maybe she was young and naive, but he . . . he should have known better."
Then the Vulcan took her in his eyes . . .
"Shan'hal'lak, Nyota . . . It was love at first sight."
Speechless . . .
For a moment, his words left her speechless . . .
And, when she could finally find her tongue, Uhura managed to comment . . .
"Love at first sight? It hardly sounds like Vulcans would acknowledge the existence of such a concept."
"On the contrary, in a culture which practices arranged marriages, the tragic irony of discovering one's soul mate to be someone other than one's betrothed has been the theme of some of our greatest literature."
"Shan'hal'lak . . . love at first sight." Nyota looked to him, almost afraid to question it any further. "There's no punch line, is there? Did he actually feel that way about her?"
"The feelings were genuine, Nyota. He had not, yet, learned to joke about such affairs. To be disingenuous about matters of the heart would be quite undesirable."
"Then, Baby . . . " she asked him, "Why do make me ask for it?"
"Ask for it? Is there a need? Have I not been transparent with my affections?"
"Translucent, perhaps, but not transparent enough for me."
He retorted, "It would be enough for a Vulcan woman. She would . . . "
His rejoinder cut short by . . .
Her lips against his . . .
Warm . . .
Sensuous . . .
How long had it been since he felt . . .
Her lips against his . . .
Touching . . .
Pressing ever so . . .
Gently . . .
But enough . . .
To awaken his passion . . .
To want her . . .
Need her . . .
Making him wonder . . .
How he had it been possible . . .
To go so long without her . . .
Sweet . . .
Sweet . . .
Kisses . . .
And, when she withdrew her face from his . . .
He bent his head forward to claim more of her brown sugar . . .
But she stopped him with her words . . .
"I'm no Vulcan woman, Spock. And, I'm not your mother." She leaned back against her pillows, still making sure the thin blanket that covered her torso was still held in place. "If you want another taste, you're going to have to bring it."
The Vulcan raised his eyebrow in reaction to her sass. "And what, may I ask, am I suppose to bring?"
"You're intelligent, Spock. I'm sure you can figure it out."
"Woman, you know not what you ask. When you first came to the cabin, the Blood Fever did not allow me to show any restraint. As much as my shaft now longs to be sheathed within you, I will not risk further injury to your body."
From her incredulous expression, Spock surmised Uhura's prior assumption was, perhaps, incorrect.
"Spock," She unequivocally stated, "I want you to make love to me!"
"Nyota, it is not possible." He argued.
"I think I know better than you what my body is capable of at this time."
"Then, you must know this would not be wise. You have endured so much already. It will be weeks before you will be healed enough to take me inside you, once more."
"Is that all it is to you, Spock? Do you think I'm asking you to f**k me? I may be inexperienced, but I know what we've been engaged in during the last few days has nothing to do with lovemaking."
"So, now you are equating my actions to that of a rapist?"
"I never made that charge, Spock." Uhura contended. "I gave myself freely to you and knew of the possible consequences. But while we were locked in the heat of the pon farr, the sex acts were so brutal . . . so violent . . . almost bestial in nature." She paused to calm herself, unexpectedly shaken by the vivid memory.
The Vulcan wanted to comfort her . . .
But his arms felt as if weighted down by lead . . .
"Even in the mind meld, I do not even recall what happened after you were about to come inside me."
Spock admitted, "Your psyche would not allow you to continue in the scenario, because you were not able to draw upon an experience to participate complete the action."
"Sexual intercourse?"
"Yes."
Uhura nodded. "That makes sense to me. While I may not physically be a virgin, it is as if I have yet to consummate the act."
"You mean, I did not please you." He remarked, seething with anger . . . and shame.
Silence.
The showing of vulnerability was rare for the Vulcan. Uhura knew she must be careful with her next words.
She called to him. "Spock."
"Yes." He finally answered her.
"Come to me, Baby."
The East African removed the blanket from her, exposing her supple brown breasts. She readjusted her pillows, so she could lie her body down on the bed.
She waited . . .
But the Vulcan did not move . . .
"Baby, what is it?" She asked him gently.
He looked to her and quietly confessed, "Nyota, I do not want to disappoint you."
"Here I am, naked and wanting you. And, I can't get you to lie beside me?" She teased. "It's certainly not very flattering to my ego." She cooed. "Now, don't let me have to call you, again."
She giggled lightly . . .
She giggled as she felt the warmth of his tongue licking at the space between her breasts . . .
Her slender fingers softly combing through his black hair . . .
His lips surrounding one of her brown nipples . . .
Sucking . . .
Tugging . . .
Gently biting . . .
"Yes, Baby . . . "
She told him . . .
"I like it . . . like . . . that . . . hmmmmmm . . . "
All the while . . .
She felt him . . .
She felt him growing . . .
Becoming hard against her side . . .
She wanted to touch it . . .
But felt embarrassed by the desire . . .
When he felt her body stiffen . . .
He stopped his attentions on her breast . . .
He asked . . .
"What troubles you, Nyota?"
She quickly told him . . .
"Nothing."
"Please, tell me, Ashayam.1"
She hesitated, but finally whispered her request in his ear . . .
Before Uhura could think how silly he thought she must be . . .
His hand . . .
Spock's hand took hers and brought it to rest on it . . .
At first she felt squeamish about touching such a private part of his body . . .
But with his hand firmly on hers, he would not let go of her until she seemed more at ease . . .
Warmer . . .
Thicker . . .
Longer . . .
Than she thought it would be . . .
But then, she laughed to herself . . .
What do I have to compare it to?
And, she . . .
Allowed her fingers to . . .
Explored it . . .
Stroked it . . .
Tease its tip . . .
And, squeeeeeeeeeeeezed . . .
Until he warned her in a voice seemingly mixed with pleasure and pain . . .
"Be careful, Nyota."
He returned his attention to her breasts as she continued to play with him . . .
His lips . . .
Spock's lips surrounding one of her brown nipples . . .
Sucking . . .
Tugging . . .
Gently biting . . .
And suddenly . . .
Eyes closed . . .
Back arched . . .
Mouth opened . . .
Gasping air . . .
It hurt a bit . . .
It hurt a bit as her thighs clamped tight . . .
But although he was not between her legs . . .
He had filled her . . .
He had filled her with his . . .
Desire . . .
His want . . .
His need for her . . .
She had to catch it . . .
The wave . . .
The delicious wave . . .
The orgiastic wave . . .
Taking over her . . .
Body . . .
Making her . . .
Hot . . .
Hot . . .
Hot . . .
And before she could come down . . .
His warm seed . . .
Flowed over her hand . . .
And she caught another wave . . .
This time lifting up higher . . .
Much higher . . .
Still higher than before . . .
And as she finally began her descent back down . . .
Her body quivered . . .
Still enjoying her ride . . .
Hungry for more . . .
She opened her eyes . . .
Praying this was not a dream . . .
And she found him . . .
There . . .
Spock . . .
There . . .
Beside her . . .
He was, there, beside her with that Vulcan smirk . . .
As if he never had a doubt of the outcome . . .
She was feeling so good . . .
Yet . . .
She had to urge to smack him . . .
Smack that smug expression off of his face . . .
But then he told her what she had wanted to hear . . .
"I love you, Nyota . . . "
He swore . . .
"From the moment I saw you, I have loved you."
The East African nuzzled her body against that of the Vulcan's and laid her head on his chest . . .
She found delight as she slightly rose and fell with each breath he took . . .
She closed her eyes . . .
He asked her . . .
"Do you require rest?"
"Yes."
"Are you comfortable?"
"Ummmmmmmm."
"I assume that to be a response in the affirmative."
"Are you comfortable, Spock?"
"This position is not an effective posture for both parties if comfort is the aim."
Uhura raised her head and gave him . . .
The Look . . .
In response . . .
His arms reached around her petite torso . . .
Enveloping her in his warmth . . .
Her body wrapped in his embrace . . .
It comforted her to feel . . .
So secure . . .
So safe . . .
So protected . . .
"Mmmmmm . . . "
She sounded her approval as she settled back down against his chest . . .
She remarked . . .
"I can't imagine this posture has significantly raised the comfort quotient for both parties over the prior position."
"That is correct. However, this one endeavors to increase the rate in which you will fall asleep. At that time, I will remove you from my body and assume a more restful position for myself."
The sound of her laughter filled the air.
"Did I say something humorous, Nyota?"
"No." She replied, as she tried in vain to quiet herself. "That's why it was so funny!"
"I see," he observed, "I still have much to learn about humans."
"Well, I'm not going to even pretend to think I can ever understand you." She told him as her fingers began to dance among the black wisps of hairs on his chest.
"Thank you, Nyota." He whispered.
"Thank me? For what, Baby?"
"For letting me be the first one, T'hy'la2 . . . And, the only one."
Author's Note: In Chapter 39,Spock surprises Uhura with a special gift during their last full day together at the cabin.
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1 Ashayam is the Vulcan word for Beloved.
2 T'hy'la is the Vulcan word for Lover.