Uhura Walked into a Bar - Volume 1

by The-Watcher-Observes

Sometimes the best defense is a good left hook. Read bar tales of Nyota Uhura - certified badass - and her victims. The Xenophobe Ch-3, The Ex-Wife Ch-5, The Xeno-Psychologist Ch-9, The Ex-Fiancee Ch-13, The Envoy Ch-20, The Career Change Ch-29, The Boys' Club Ch-34, The Swimsuit Calendar with Donal(d) Trump(e) Ch-39. Thanks - *53,000* hits!

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Six hours of attentive "apologies" only delayed Nyota's demand that Spock cease all calendar-related activities. Her plaint began seconds after he'd activated the room's soundproofing.

She'd misled him; he'd assumed her willing participation meant she understood his hands were tied.

First Hour

"Spock - this is OVER. I don't care what it costs, you're no longer a member of Kirk's Calendar Crew©."

Their bond link flooded with images of Spock's plans for the evening.

Having lost her train of thought, Uhura settled into his arms and returned the kiss that descended from above.

Second Hour

"Spock, we need to discuss how to get you out of this!"

Spock groaned aloud.

"Discussion will be impossible while your hand continues that particular movement..."

Third Hour

"Spock - stop distracting me! - SPOCK! DON'T-STOP-DON'T-STOPDON'TSTOP!"

"Which instruction would you prefer I follow?"

Fourth Hour

"Spock - this is serious! You could've been hurt - that mob stripped you naked!"

"And I remain so now."

"Yes... You do. Mmpfh..."

Spock long ago determined that Nyota would not argue with her mouth full.

Fifth Hour

Right THERE!

As this instruction occurred telepathically, it was impossible to state definitively who sent it.

Probably didn't matter after five hours...

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Surak (should have) said: Never assume; especially with your mate.

When hours of passionate attention failed to deter her wrath, Spock held his own for the next 20 minutes of her vocal and telepathic yelling, pleading his legal entanglement constrained his choices. Given the vigorous nature of their prior activities, she mystified him with the energy she invested in battering him to a pulp (figuratively speaking).

After 20 minutes of professionally blistering his hide failed to get his agreement, her shields went up and her voice went down.

Uhura's words came through in a low mumur - soft, sweet and sexy - as a knowing smile spread on her lips and her body spread across his for more apologies -

"Ashayam, I'll take care of this calendar situation for both of us."

- and scared Spock to death.