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Yea, verily.
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Ficlet: alive

Title: alive
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: R
Word Count: 765
Warnings: Sex?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you see here.
A/N: Written for my own unanswered prompt over at st_xi_kink: Spock/Uhura, Illicit sex in a semi-public place on the ship post movie. Beta'd by the lovely eeyore9990. All mistakes are mine. (This is my first attempt at writing a Star Trek fic, please be kind.)





They watched as the Narada exploded and a few moments later, with the combined efforts of Sulu, Scotty, and Kirk, the crew of the USS Enterprise knew they would live to tell the tale. Nyota was a ball of nervous energy; her fingers flew across her console performing the functions of her job, but her mind was on auto-pilot. She looked over at Spock and found him staring back, the emotions warring within her body were reflected in his eyes.

She blinked once and excused herself from her station, using the first excuse that spilled from her mouth. She rode the turbo lift, pushing a button at random, and when the doors whooshed open, started walking as fast as her legs would carry her without actually running. The hallway she chose finally dead-ended into a closed door to a supply room. Her heart pounded in her ears and she gasped to catch her breath, finally hearing foot steps behind her.

She was on him before he came around the corner, kissing his face and neck, her hands grabbing at his shirt and chest, then pulling him closer. Spock's face was a mask of control, and panic spiraled through her, adding another flavor to the intoxicating mix of emotions that controlled her actions and mind.

"Please, Spock," she begged. She needed this. Needed him.

They had only been intimate a handful of times before, always in his bed at a slow and leisurely pace that left them both sated and lazy. Today was nothing like that. Today he had almost died and the experience left her shaken and more frightened than she had ever been in her life. Touching him now, feeling his flesh real and tangible next to her own was a primal urge she couldn't articulate in any language she knew.

"This isn't the proper place..." He gripped her hands in his own to immobilize them and held them against his chest.

Desperate to touch him she leaned forward and pressed against him, breathing in. He wasn't as unaffected as he appeared to be, and she shivered with the joy of it. He stepped forward and pushed her against the wall, his eyes dilated and widened while his face remained cool and impassive. He leaned down and kissed her with a fervency that took her breath away. His mouth was liquid warmth and she felt heat burn across her skin. She started to shake then, uncontrollable quakes that left her knees weak and her body pliable. Spock took advantage of his position and moved her hands above her head, holding them there by the wrists.

"It is imperative that you remain quiet." He glanced around them quickly and waited for her response.

She nodded mutely and closed her eyes, desperate for him now. This went beyond reason and logic, but it was undeniable and she refused to fight it. Finally he touched her with his free hand, lightly tracing the collar of her uniform and then drawing his fingers lower, across her breasts and lingering in a low dance over the material of her shirt until she was biting her lips not to moan out-loud. When he kissed her again it wasn't gentle or soft; she felt his longing, and it more than matched her own. His hand found its way to the hem of her skirt and under, his fingers pushed the crotch of her underwear aside and then he was there, rubbing her in slow circles that made her want to cry out. She bowed her body and spread her legs to give him more access, unable to look away from his face or his eyes.

Wordlessly he stopped what he was doing and turned her around so she faced the wall, his hand still gripping her wrists, holding them in place above her head. With his other hand, he grasped her hip, guiding her to tilt her lower body towards him. And then his fingers slid into her core, rhythmically stroking her until she rocked against him, desperate for release. So close she wanted to cry out.

"Nyota." A whisper against her ear.

He buried his face in her hair and kissed down her neck, removing his fingers and thrusting into her with such force she gasped. She came within moments and rode the after shocks as he drove into her again and again, his movements erratic as he reached his own end.

"Ashayam." He continued to speak as he released her and she fell back into his arms, appeased and warm. Her mind was finally at peace. "Taluhk nash-veh k'dular."

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Vulcan words:

ashayam - a beloved person; used as a term of endearment; similar to t'hy'la but more personal and with emotional connotations; used in fan fiction

Taluhk nash-veh k'dular - a declaration of love between bondmates that is accepted by Vulcan society

From the Vulcan Language Dictionary

Tags: ficlet, r, spock/uhura, st reboot
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