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Title: Small
Author: ebonbird
Characters: Commander Spock and Lieutenant Nyota Uhura of the Federation Spaceship Enterprise, on its five year mission. Reboot (AOS) universe.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 313
Disclaimer: Star Trek not mine.
Summary: Tossed about and frail we are.
A/N: Please forgive any and all of my mistakes.
In the aftermath of the yellow alert, Nyota picked herself up from the floor of the head, checked for bruises, and finished dressing.
Nyota heard a rustle. She looked up. Spock stood in the doorway, his face severe.
“Nyota,” he said, his normally soft voice rough. She turned from her chair. He stepped into the room, nearly throwing himself at her feet, lunging to his knees. He wrapped his arms about her knees, reaching for her hand with his joined fingers, pressing them into her palm. She closed her hand around his fingers but he pulled them free to repeatedly stroke and push at the entirety of her hand, millimeter by millimeter. His other hand fisted in the material of her skirt, pulling it higher and higher so that her thighs were uncovered and he pressed his hot face against her exposed skin.
She could hear him swallowing thickly but he made no sound in his distress.
There was no kissing. Spock reverted to his Vulcan heritage. Curled about her like a snake but helpless in the storm of his emotion.
Still. So still, even the two fingers pressed against her two fingers weren’t moving.
“What, Spock? What is it?”
He loosened his grip on her legs and feeling rushed back into them. Light headed, she experienced vertigo and he permitted her to sink. She braced her hand on his shoulder and he twined his fingers with hers.
“Your arms are so slender. Your wrists so delicate. So vital a woman and yet so minute in all your physical attributes. It is logical that when I consider the violence of this galaxy and the physical frailty of human women that I may be concerned for your well-being.”
They were quiet. She slipped her arms under his shirts, tucked her head under his chin. Eventually she said, “We’re all small out here.”
Author: ebonbird
Characters: Commander Spock and Lieutenant Nyota Uhura of the Federation Spaceship Enterprise, on its five year mission. Reboot (AOS) universe.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 313
Disclaimer: Star Trek not mine.
Summary: Tossed about and frail we are.
A/N: Please forgive any and all of my mistakes.
In the aftermath of the yellow alert, Nyota picked herself up from the floor of the head, checked for bruises, and finished dressing.
Nyota heard a rustle. She looked up. Spock stood in the doorway, his face severe.
“Nyota,” he said, his normally soft voice rough. She turned from her chair. He stepped into the room, nearly throwing himself at her feet, lunging to his knees. He wrapped his arms about her knees, reaching for her hand with his joined fingers, pressing them into her palm. She closed her hand around his fingers but he pulled them free to repeatedly stroke and push at the entirety of her hand, millimeter by millimeter. His other hand fisted in the material of her skirt, pulling it higher and higher so that her thighs were uncovered and he pressed his hot face against her exposed skin.
She could hear him swallowing thickly but he made no sound in his distress.
There was no kissing. Spock reverted to his Vulcan heritage. Curled about her like a snake but helpless in the storm of his emotion.
Still. So still, even the two fingers pressed against her two fingers weren’t moving.
“What, Spock? What is it?”
He loosened his grip on her legs and feeling rushed back into them. Light headed, she experienced vertigo and he permitted her to sink. She braced her hand on his shoulder and he twined his fingers with hers.
“Your arms are so slender. Your wrists so delicate. So vital a woman and yet so minute in all your physical attributes. It is logical that when I consider the violence of this galaxy and the physical frailty of human women that I may be concerned for your well-being.”
They were quiet. She slipped her arms under his shirts, tucked her head under his chin. Eventually she said, “We’re all small out here.”
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I'm glad you do. I hesitate to post them as they're so little. :) But I like them too.
He finds it so easy to be vulnerable with her.
Hmm. Thank you for letting me know that. I think, I may have to explore where he isn't good at that. Hmm. A Spock that can be emotionally open is a Spock who might have been able to love Leila Kalomi without spores.
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I'm not so sure. I have no problem with Reboot Spock being more emotionally open because I think in many ways he's compensating for the loss of his mother and the fact that his father admitted to loving her. He's less ashamed of his emotions and more afraid losing a loved one before he's had a chance to express his feelings.
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*nods* There's that. On rewatching the movie, it seemed to me that Sarek wanted to help Spock heal. As hard as Amanda's death was on him, I think Spock showed that he really was emotionally compromised. Sarek was compassionate, and I think that was a balm.
He's less ashamed of his emotions and more afraid losing a loved one before he's had a chance to express his feelings.
*nods*
And he did grow up with an affectionate mother. Which means he was raised by someone who could show affection and love, verbally and physically. I think, he may lean on that hard when interacting with Nyota. Like, building on a foundation laid by his mom, and (as he's come to learn in the movie) Sarek.
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I really enjoy your take on this couple and the fact that you allow Spock to let go with Nyota. I really see them the same way.
Thanks for this!
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I shall try not to in the future. :) *eyes harddrive*
They are like chocolate truffles: small but utterly delicious.
You are lovely: eloquent and encouraging.
I really enjoy your take on this couple and the fact that you allow Spock to let go with Nyota.
Okay, then. :)
I really see them the same way.
Where else have you read/written where you see him doing that in a way that melds with your ideas of him (and her)? Yes, I'm looking for recs. :)
Thanks for this!
You're welcome!
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I'm glad you're pleased. I figure, he was raised Vulcan, and much of his physiology is Vulcan. Yes, he's got a Human mom, but, when in Rome...
Thanks for sharing this.
You're welcome. Feedback like this (and other comments) is so much part of the pleasure. :D