Title: More Glimpses
Author: Linstock
Code: Spock/Uhura
Rating: T
Type: Romance, angst, humour, smut and all points in between
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I do not own the Star trek the characters or profit in from this writing.
Summary: A collection drabbles written using Spock/Uhura prompt table two.
Au: These drabbles aren't related to each other or any other story so don't be surprised if one seems at odds with another. I've roughly grouped them into Academy era, and post destruction of Vulcan. I used prompt table 2, general prompts, from Spock/Uhura on LJ. Some prompts repeat from "Glimpses" and I have handled them differently this time. Its a bigger prompt table so this one will be in sections. The stories range from amusing to sad to sexy. While they mostly focus on Spock and Nyota there are a few that focus on just one of the pair.
Writing these bit size snippets are still strictly 100words each and that continues to be an interesting challenge.
Beta-ing by the incomparable, generous atana71.
phaser practice
"Cadet, please spread your legs wider."
How could he make a simple request like that sound so salacious with out altering his tone of voice? Thought Nyota as she adjusted her stance.
Her back tingled just knowing he was standing right there behind her.
Commander Spock's breath tickled her ear as he spoke, "Now take a firm grip and gently squeeze."
She missed … wildly.
Muttering internal curses on unprincipled manipulative Vulcans Nyota seethed.
They were on the firing range, in full view of a dozen other instructors and cadets and, damn him, Spock knew exactly what he was doing.
morning run
Spock runs in the hottest part of the day. Others consider it another of his strange habits. They shrug, "Mad dogs, Englishman and, evidently, Vulcans, go out in the mid day sun".
In the early morning cadets and instructors slog around the track pulling chilled air into their bodies with each inhalation while longing for their first coffee.
In the heat, the track belongs to Spock's. He skin welcomes the firm press of the sun. It's freeing. His feet run over the heat shimmering track on Earth but in his mind he runs over the baked red landscape of Vulcan.
the student becomes the teacher
Spock possessed many skills, but theirs is an equitable relationship and at times the student becomes the teacher.
"Gently, remember? You don't know your own strength sometimes."
"Affirmative."
"Remember firm... but not too hard"
"Your directions lack precision."
"Sorry, it's hard to quantify."
"Understood. I have read the literature you provided."
"Some things can't be learned just by reading. You need to get the feel for them."
"Agreed."
"I find it hard to believe there's no Vulcans equivalent, you come from an ingenious race."
"Nonetheless we lacked a grain with the necessary high gluten content to make pasta."
"Unfortunate."
"Indeed."
sheet
Nyota often appropriates the bedding. Spock has witnessed how she clutches the covers and turns over slowly pulling them until she is cocooned while he lies uncovered. She maintains he can't blame her for what she does when she's asleep.
Spock discovers if he grips the sheet and pulls firmly, the bedding unwinds and a sleeping Nyota is deposited against him. Seeking warmth, she snuggles closer, wrapping her leg over his, she even works her fingers into the warmth between his legs. He can't hold her responsible for what she does when she's asleep … but he can enjoy it.
wrong
"What we have here... is a failure to communicate"
"I fully comprehend…."
"Wrong … you just think you do."
"Your underlying intension was clear."
"Is that so?"
"Indeed."
"If conclusion jumping was an Olympic event you'd win the gold medal for Vulcan."
"Your statement is completely illogical."
"Well so are you. And spare me the eyebrow of incredulity!"
"Nyota it's not logical to …" Nyota's kiss cut Spock off mid protest. At first he remained rigid but slowly he leaned into the kiss.
"A crude attempt at distraction?"
"Just an attempt?
"One precisely targeted at your adversary's known weaknesses."
"Indeed."
scar
They lie together tenderly reading the Braille of each other's skin. Spock runs a finger down the length of the jagged scar from Nyota's hip to just above the knee. It's healed well and can not be seen, but he can feel it. Nyota has told him about the childhood vehicle accident that almost killed her. A section of the vehicle's shell sliced deep into her flesh. A matter of seconds or of millimetres was the difference between her lying in his arms and their never meeting. One scar…a reminder that life is precious, precarious and not to be squandered.
Trapped
Once Spock was pinned beneath a crashed shuttle's consol for three hours before he was finally rescued. On another occasion he and four crew members spend eleven hours trapped in a cave fighting both hypothermia and attacking predators.
But Commander Spock has never felt more trapped than sitting in this dainty room, on an overstuffed chintz sofa, balancing demitasse of tea on his knee with Nyota's venerable grandmother's gimlet eye fixed on him as she demands, "Young man what are your intensions toward my mjukuu*." He hesitates provoking the querulous demand, "Well? Speak up. Do you love her or not?"
* Mjukuu is Swahili for "granddaughter" {thanks atana71}
stranger
He was a stranger, this tall, formidable and expressionless man in severe Vulcan dress. From his position on the dais with the Vulcan delegation he coldly surveyed the room packed with diplomats and representatives from all the remaining federation worlds. Lieutenant Nyota Uhura, newly appointed Chief of Communications for the Star Ship Enterprise, didn't know this man. He hadn't lain in her arms in a haze of post-coital bliss, he hadn't made her body sing, hadn't … loved her … no, that isn't her Spock, just a man physically resembling him, so the tears blurring her vision are inherently illogical.
injured on a mission
His heart clutches and he struggles for control. Spock accepts this is one thing against which he has no defence. No amount of experience … always shockingly painful … changes his response if Nyota is injured on an away mission.
Spock stands beside the biobed gazing at Nyota sleeping. The phaser fire that nearly killed her has burned a wide livid streak through her hair. She'll be most aggrieved. The thought of her outraged reaction finally cracks his control and he grips her hand desperately as he watches her chest rise and fall, illogically needing visual reassurance that she lives.
resentment
Nyota's frustration and resentment are growing. In the background of her mind she feels Spock distant, oblivious and totally absorbed. She snorts. She knows Vulcan couples sometimes lived apart for extended periods, she was unaware they became so enthralled with their own interests they were oblivious of each other … "Parted but never apart" … phewy!. Now Pon Farr actually made sense; if nature didn't force them to mate and breed they'd probably give the whole inconveniently time consuming business a miss. She'd been patient, but Spock was getting an illogical and very human wake up call and right now!
silk
The small pile of Nyota's freshly laundered undergarments lie on the bed ready to be put away. It may seem illogical that the sight of these colourful scraps of silk and lace cause desire to purr through Spock and his groin to tighten. It is not so. Simple pavlovian conditioning has created this potent reinforcer. The initial equation is simple, Nyota = pleasure … so much pleasure. Repeated exposure to the stimulus and exquisite response and it's inevitable, generalisation follows. The result, Nyota's underwear , even in the absence of Nyota, illicits pleasure. It is inevitable, animistic and superbly logical.
homesick
Sometimes it's a stealthy ambush, Spock slowly becomes aware a place reminds him of … somewhere … as the memory focuses so does the grinding glacier of pain.
At other times it's sudden and startling like being hit by a speeding vehicle. It squeezes the breath from his lungs and the blood from his heart.
He's learned the hard way that the colourful human idiom is true, blood can "freeze" in his veins, he can feel like his "heart has been ripped out".
It's more than mere "homesickness", it's grief for a world lost … and it does not end.
dreams
Spock doesn't suggest separate beds despite Vulcan custom.
Nyota dreams vividly and in many languages. He experiences them like the softly lapping of waves on a shore of his mind. He knows she feels his dreams too and is unused to being so exposed ... yet he does not withdraw. Maybe he's become a hedonist. He treasures the soft press of her rounded buttocks against his belly, the gentle brush of her foot against his calf or the weight of her head resting on his shoulder. But he treasures most the unanticipated miracle of seeing himself revealed in her dreams.
Jealousy
"It was part of my role as liaison."
"Affirmative."
"If I'd refused he'd loose face. I had to dance with him."
"Understood."
"But he expected more…."
"His... attraction...to you was obvious"
"I'm sorry"
"The fault wasn't yours"
"But you were jealous."
Spock hesitated, then nodded curtly.
Running her hand across the front of his formal uniform Nyota asked, "Do you have any inkling how devastatingly sexy you are when you're jealous?"
Spock looked mildly offended then …interested.
"All possessive Vulcan outrage and intensity? I think you should kiss me now."
He obliged. No further words were spoken for some time.
classic literature
Gazing down at Spock, Nyota caresses his head whispering,
"You held my lotus blossom
In your lips and played with the
Pistil. "
Spock lowers Nyota onto the bed entering her fluidly. He is pure controlled passion. They breathe together, gazing into each others eyes. Nyota whispers,
"I will allow only
My lord to possess my sacred
Lotus pond, and every night… "
As Spock moves deep inside her, Nyota closes her eyes and rides the waves of sensation before whispering,
"You can make blossom in me
Flowers of fire."
Spock murmurs, "I finally comprehend your fascination with classical literature."
AN: The poem is "Soaring Clouds" HUANG O (1498-1569)
parenthood
They'd never discussed it. They're young with full, demanding, dangerous careers. They live on a starship for goodness sake! Now as they sit silently in the sickbay the doctor's words falling like frozen stones.
They've always know exposure to unknown diseases is a real occupational hazard of space exploration. Now the doctor's words have crystallised a longing neither was even aware of.
Infertile is such a cruel festering word … it means cut off from the future. They'd lost something they'd not even know they wanted, a possibility, a dream, infinitely precious now it seemed denied to them … parenthood.
TBC….
AN: If any of these elicit an emotional response I'd love you to tell… it's only fair when you think about it. Comments help me hone my words and encourages me to try again.