A Geeky Bit of Writing I found on the Laptop

I’m on a coach bus on the way up to Augusta, Maine. Luckily, the bus has the Wifi on it. Otherwise, I might have been stuck watching Cool Runnings. I haven’t actually seen the movie before, so it might not have been too bad. Still, I’d rather be doing something else.

In the doings of elsings, I found some old stuff I wrote many moons ago, so I figured I may as well post it here.

Did I mention I’m a Star Trek geek?

Well, I am. When Star Trek 2009 came out, I was, as Spock says, fascinated. I particularly loved Uhura and Spock together as a couple. I’d never considered it before the movie, but after seeing it, I fell in love with the idea.  Possibly too much. It may have gotten to the point of me writing fan fiction.

Oh..what a world. What a world…

Eh, I’m not all that embarrassed about it. I think. And to prove it, I shall post my fanny fic right now!

Enjoy 🙂 (contents may be slightly smutty)


Spock’s invitation was open-ended, yet Nyota worried about intruding on his quiet time.  While it had never been a problem in the past, due to the events in the last few months, his temperament had changed ever-so-slightly.  Tentatively, she buzzed the door to his quarters and waited for a response.

“Enter,” his deep voice responded from the opposite side of the door.

With a swish, the doors parted to reveal its dimly lit insides.  Candle-light danced along the walls and the smell of burning incense flowed into the hall.  Slowly, she walked within.

“Spock?” she called as the doors quietly closed behind her.

He was a silent predator.  He grabbed her from the side, yanking her body against his lean form without preamble.  Before she could protest, his mouth was on hers, forcing her lips open so that he tastes the depths of her.  There was no escape from it, not that she would dare try.  In fact, she submitted to him, allowing every guard inside to fall to his whims.

Spock, like all his people, had the violence and passion buried deep, hidden from view.  He kept it under steady wraps.  He had to keep it contained or  become a danger to those around him.  But, not here in the privacy of his quarters or in the sanctity of her willing body.

As their lips continued to touch, she felt the meeting of “selves;” her mind was open to him as his was to her, but ever so slightly.  Just enough to taste of the focused hunger growing within him.  It made her weak and soon she found herself slumped against his body and wrapped in his eager arms.

His fingers weaved through her long, dark hair.  He held on tightly, gathering the soft strands in a fist enough to tilt her face towards him.  She yelped softly, though she welcomed the feel of his demand to attention.  Spock stared down at her, eyes a smoldering heat despite his ever-calm face.

“Are you afraid?” he rumbled, unable to conceal his desire.

She licked her lips as she steeled herself.  With a playful smirk, she answered “Of you?” She paused long enough to cause him to raise a brow.  “Not even a little,” she whispered in her most seductive voice.

He brought her to his lips roughly.  His mouth feasted, plundered, and devoured hers until she breathlessly whimpered.  Unable to stand, she allowed him to support her entire weight, which he more than willingly complied to.  With ease, he lifted her from the floor, holding her possessively to his chest.

With quick, long strides, Spock walked them to his bed and lowered his prey to it.  She knelt before him, throwing her arms around his neck so that their lips could meet again.  He didn’t hold back, instead he kissed her with bruising force. She savored every bit of it and of him.

When he finally pulled back, he was panting almost as much as she was, which was unusual.  His eyes traveled from her eyes to her ravaged, swollen lips, then back again.  His voice was nearly breathless as he spoke.

“I am going to take you,” he said, simply.

Speechless for the first time in a very long time, Nyota nodded in agreement.  Her hands, so very eager, ran across his chest.  Her fingers traced the hidden muscles and danced around his nipples until he closed his eyes and quietly growled.

He grabbed her wrists firmly, prying them from his body.  He looked down into her pleading face while the corners of his lips quirked upward.  She tried to pull away to touch him again, but he denied her.  She could tell he enjoyed her struggle.  It made her that much more tempting to him.

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded.  His eyes roamed her body until they reached her legs.  “Keep the boots.”

He stepped back into the darkness, body slightly hunched as though ready to pounce.  Nyota had no doubt that was his plan.  He was practically shaking thanks to his hunger.  She wouldn’t deny him, but she could, at the very least, give him a dose of his own medicine.

Slow, achingly slow, she reached behind her and unzipped the back of her uniform dress.  She watched him lick his lips in anticipation.  Running her hands along her stomach and  touching every part she knew he longed to stroke, she moved her hands to her shoulders.  Teasingly, she pulled the red cloth down her arms until freed, exposing her lacy white bra, which quickly followed its removal from her person.

She didn’t feel ashamed or exposed, kneeling in Spock’s bed her upper body bare.  Her dark nipples were at full attention, pointing to him…beaconing his touch.  Still, he waited.  She hadn’t fulfilled his order and he would not continue until she had.

Nyota stood from the bed allowing the uniform to unceremoniously fall to the floor.  She watched him take half a step forward in anticipation.  Her fingers hooked the edge of her plain panties and with a swirl of her hips, she inched them down her long legs until they slipped to the carpet.  Booted feet side stepped the discarded material.

“Excellent,” he murmured, taking in the glory of her nude body.  It was a look so surprisingly\lewd, she couldn’t help blushing now.  “Now, get into my bed.”

She sat on the edge of the bed and slid into it.  Using her elbows to prop herself, she kept her focus on Spock as he undressed.  It wasn’t as smooth and seductive as her own undressing.  He jerked his clothing off impatiently and tossed them aside.  He looked almost unreal as he stood before her, pale body hard and ready for her.  Only her.

He crawled into his bed, moving until his body hovered above hers.  “Open your legs,” he demanded as his eyes drew hers in with his intensity.  She complied and shifted until she centered herself for his body.

One hand trailed the expanse of her stomach, much like she had moments prior.  He cupped one small, but perfect breast in his hand, kneading the flesh there.  She whimpered softly, pushing her aching body into the touch. Giving that spot one last squeeze, he continued on his path, fingers crawling up her neck and cheek.  She knew what was about to happen seconds before his fingers took position.

Mind-meld.  He took her into himself and put himself in her.  She saw flashes of her splayed beneath him, moaning softly in a much earlier sexual encounter with him.  She felt the silent joy within him as he took her, over and over and over, in lovemakings of the past and those to come in the future.  She could taste her body on her own lips and feel his potent arousal.  He was so ready.  So very ready.  And that intense feeling brought her, screaming out as pleasure washed over her.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered with a shudder.

He’d never done that to her before. It was incredible.  And it was only the beginning.


*the next morning*

The galley was bustling with the early morning shift of the Enterprise crew.  Her captain and chief doctor sat at a lone table, drinking deeply of their cups of coffee.

“This crap is awful,” Dr. McCoy grumbled as he took another gulp.

“Well, personally, I’ll take what I can get,” Captain Kirk returned, lifting his metal mug in a mock salute.

The doctor sighed, quirking his eyebrows as he turned slightly to the sound of a swishing door.  His eyes widened as he watched Lt. Uhura stumbling into the room, half bent over.  She moved slowly, holding onto any surface in her path that could hold her weight and shooed off attempts to be helped. Alarmed, Kirk took a look for himself and gasped.

“What the hell–” he started as he started rising from his chair

“Wait a minute, Jim. . .” Bones warned quietly, grabbing his friend’s arm lightly.

Not even a moment later, Commander Spock entered the room and, if Bones and Jim didn’t know better, they would have thought the Vulcan  had a bit of a jovial bounce in his step.  With his arms tucked neatly behind his back, Spock noted their presence with a slight nod.

As they watched the man join Uhura, a sickening realization formed in both their minds.  It left their jaws hanging for too long.  When she gave the commander a weak, dreamy, and delighted smile, it only confirmed their suspicions.

“Ugh. That green-blooded pervert,” Bones remarked as he lifted his cup back to his mouth.

“Oh, hell. There are some things a man doesn’t want to think about. . .” Jim moaned while rubbing his forehead, his head suddenly throbbing.

Spock gently led the lieutenant to a nearby table and helped her sit with an almost smug look in his eyes.  Bones couldn’t help but chuckle as Kirk shook his head, perplexed.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” the doctor said finally

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