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Title: Rousing
Author: ebonbird
Characters: Nyota Uhura. Spock.
Rating: S for Squeaky
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Disclaimer: Star Trek not mine.
Summary: Back-to-back watches are costly. Later can be good enough.
Off-duty, off-shift, Nyota stood before the doors as they slid apart. Spock awaited her, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyebrows at attention.
"Good morning," Nyota said and stepped over the threshold.
"Good afternoon," he replied.
The door slid shut behind her but she hugged herself, stroking her own arms, as their lips met and their breaths mingled.
For a moment, the easy rhythm of their kiss deepened and Spock's hands drifted apart. Behind Spock's back, his fingers whitened as they tensed against each other, but Nyota turned her face aside, biting her lip. Spock inhaled shakily, all over her face. Her downcast eyes twitched. She said, "You smell amazing."
Against her cheek, his voice hoarse, he said, "By design."
She grazed his neck with her nose, but then she yawned.
"You are exhausted," he said, more steadily.
She was still hugging herself. He reached around her shoulders and undid the clasp of her hair. He ran his fingers along her scalp. Scratching lightly. Closing her eyes, she shivered and groaned, luxuriating in his touch. Her brain waking up, her awareness of her body became more pronounced.
"Spock," she said, peeking at him from one eye.
"Nyota," he replied gravely.
"If I bend over I might fall," humor bubbled in her voice, but it was tight.
"A mere 28.6 percent chance of that given the number of hours you have been on duty."
She shut her eye and stepped out of her boots, with his help. She unfastened her uniform. He gathered her clothing in his arms and said, "I shall place these in the 'fresher." Her smile was wan but white. She opened her eyes. "You do that. Thank you."
Neither of them moved.
She turned from him to the head.
He leaned toward her retreating back, caught himself but his hand reached out for her, briefly, slightly, all the same.
She flicked her hair into a sloppy braid as she went.
He was in bed when she reappeared.
"But it's not night -- for you," she said.
His lips turned down at the edges. His eyebrow lanced upwards.
"What?" she said.
"'What' indeed."
She slid on the nightwear laid out for her, making a game attempt to look alert. His eyes glided from beneath his lids as he watched her. She stood beside him. Her hand hung down. He captured it with his; massaging her fingers, stroking her palm. She lifted her legs and glided onto the bed-- onto him. He expected the movement but his breath left him in a gust, anyway.
She braced her hands on his thighs and leaned in to kiss him. They kissed like this until she yawned. Ruefully, he cupped the back of her head, then slid his hand down her neck and over her shoulder until it rested on her chest.
Her eyes were over-bright. With a brief surge, he brought her alongside him. She squeaked in alarm. Then giggled fuzzily.
"You swept me off my feet."
"Sleep, Nyota."
"Sleep later," she said. Her eyes simmered at him. She stroked his fingers with hers. And then she yawned.
Almost smug he said, "The spirit is willing, but your human flesh is weak."
But her breathing had eased. And her eyes were closed. Her fingers limp against his wrist. He traced her eyebrows, her cheeks, her lips and chin with her fingertips until his breathing was as deep, and even, as hers.
Author: ebonbird
Characters: Nyota Uhura. Spock.
Rating: S for Squeaky
Wordcount:
Disclaimer: Star Trek not mine.
Summary: Back-to-back watches are costly. Later can be good enough.
Off-duty, off-shift, Nyota stood before the doors as they slid apart. Spock awaited her, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyebrows at attention.
"Good morning," Nyota said and stepped over the threshold.
"Good afternoon," he replied.
The door slid shut behind her but she hugged herself, stroking her own arms, as their lips met and their breaths mingled.
For a moment, the easy rhythm of their kiss deepened and Spock's hands drifted apart. Behind Spock's back, his fingers whitened as they tensed against each other, but Nyota turned her face aside, biting her lip. Spock inhaled shakily, all over her face. Her downcast eyes twitched. She said, "You smell amazing."
Against her cheek, his voice hoarse, he said, "By design."
She grazed his neck with her nose, but then she yawned.
"You are exhausted," he said, more steadily.
She was still hugging herself. He reached around her shoulders and undid the clasp of her hair. He ran his fingers along her scalp. Scratching lightly. Closing her eyes, she shivered and groaned, luxuriating in his touch. Her brain waking up, her awareness of her body became more pronounced.
"Spock," she said, peeking at him from one eye.
"Nyota," he replied gravely.
"If I bend over I might fall," humor bubbled in her voice, but it was tight.
"A mere 28.6 percent chance of that given the number of hours you have been on duty."
She shut her eye and stepped out of her boots, with his help. She unfastened her uniform. He gathered her clothing in his arms and said, "I shall place these in the 'fresher." Her smile was wan but white. She opened her eyes. "You do that. Thank you."
Neither of them moved.
She turned from him to the head.
He leaned toward her retreating back, caught himself but his hand reached out for her, briefly, slightly, all the same.
She flicked her hair into a sloppy braid as she went.
He was in bed when she reappeared.
"But it's not night -- for you," she said.
His lips turned down at the edges. His eyebrow lanced upwards.
"What?" she said.
"'What' indeed."
She slid on the nightwear laid out for her, making a game attempt to look alert. His eyes glided from beneath his lids as he watched her. She stood beside him. Her hand hung down. He captured it with his; massaging her fingers, stroking her palm. She lifted her legs and glided onto the bed-- onto him. He expected the movement but his breath left him in a gust, anyway.
She braced her hands on his thighs and leaned in to kiss him. They kissed like this until she yawned. Ruefully, he cupped the back of her head, then slid his hand down her neck and over her shoulder until it rested on her chest.
Her eyes were over-bright. With a brief surge, he brought her alongside him. She squeaked in alarm. Then giggled fuzzily.
"You swept me off my feet."
"Sleep, Nyota."
"Sleep later," she said. Her eyes simmered at him. She stroked his fingers with hers. And then she yawned.
Almost smug he said, "The spirit is willing, but your human flesh is weak."
But her breathing had eased. And her eyes were closed. Her fingers limp against his wrist. He traced her eyebrows, her cheeks, her lips and chin with her fingertips until his breathing was as deep, and even, as hers.
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Thank you so much for commenting. :) I'm glad it worked for you.
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LOL omg I love that line. And now this is giving me porny ideas...
but i love these domestic scenes of them together. <3
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Oh, that's interesting. O.O about the ideas...
I'm so glad you like the domesticity.
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Thank you for letting me know you liked it and why. <3
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I came by to confirm to myself that you've long been quiet, as DW reminded me that your birthday is coming. I hope wherever you are, you are well and happy and your creativity is flowing, even though it's not being shared here.
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Thanks so much for stopping by to wish me a happy birthday and to offer me crit on the story. I'm really glad you enjoyed this scene. :) I am happy. My creativity is flowing.
I hope you're well and happy where you are. :D