Learning Human Nature
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Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,825
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2
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0
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Are you asking me on a date?
Summary: Spock has noticed Cadet Uhura and wishes he knew more about how human inter-act "romantically."
Rating: NC 17- nudity, sex
Pairing(s): Spock and Uhura
Feedback: reviews welcome.
Characters: Original characters - Uhura's father, Vernon Uhura; her sister, Kendra; her sister's lover, Max; a friend, Gabriel and the Vulcan, Sunval.
Author’s notes: This is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. Story takes place 2 years before the movie begins.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, Star Trek fandom or any of the Star Trek characters portrayed in this story nor did I receive any financial compensation for writing this story.
Learning Human Nature
Chapter 2 – Are you asking me on a date?
Lt. Uhura sighed as she logged off the computer in the linguistics lab. It was late and she was hungry and sleepy. Approaching exams and the coming holidays were always a stressful time for students and faculty at Starfleet Academy.
She nodded to the young Lt. who was replacing her at the station and headed toward the door which led to the main hallway. She thought for a second about returning to her dormitory quarters and digging around there for something to eat but decided against that and headed instead for the dining hall which was thankfully open 24/7/365.
The food, though widely regarded as slop, was at least available when folks were hungry and it was cheap enough for a lowly cadet to chow down.
The dining hall was sparsely populated this time of night and the chow line looked like it too had been through a rough evening. But a couple of pieces of fruit and a hard roll suddenly appealed to her and having made her purchases, she ventured with her tray toward the seating area by a large window.
The night sky was clearly visible along with passing aircraft of all kinds coming and going from Starfleet. She saw Commander Spock seated alone at a table by the great window and headed in his direction.
Spock took most of his meals alone partly because he didn’t eat at regular intervals but also because he had no cadre of friends with whom he felt like sharing the ritual of consuming nourishment.
Often as not, he ate in his own quarters, usually something simple, a piece or two of fresh fruit or a salad. As a vegetarian he found the smell of cooking meat wafting from the kitchens of the dining hall sometimes disconcerting but this particular evening he had planned to return to work after eating so he chose to take a small meal there.
He sat by the great window where he could see the stars but his attention was focused on his PADD and the information on a new linguistics lab set up he’d been devising for a few weeks. Lt. Uhura had been instrumental in suggesting the design for the dialects section of the software so it was natural that he would think of her as he studied the data. But he full knew that it wasn’t because of the assistance she had offered him in the lab.
It was the curve of her calf as it joined the back of her knee that formed the mental image of her like a flash in his mind. He pondered the image of the pulse on her neck as it kept visible time with her life force.
He furrowed his brow and concentrated harder to push the emotions back down. In a few heartbeats he was once again in deep logical thought. He was brought back to the moment by a familiar voice.
“Commander?” He looked up and saw the tall, willowy woman standing before him, dinner tray in hand.
“Yes… Lt. Uhura.” He replied but didn’t stand.
“May I join you?” she asked. He paused for a nano-second and then suddenly he stood up.
“Of course.” He pulled out a chair for her. “Please sit down.”
“I’m not disturbing you am I?” He looked at her intelligent face and had to admit that yes, she was disturbing TO him but he welcomed it and replied to her.
“No, not at all. In fact, I was hoping to see you. I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”
“Oh? Well, great.” She sat in the offered chair and began peeling the orange she’d selected.
“Yes. I wanted to thank you for the model work in the linguistics lab. I think we can expand that to encompass several more languages if you can spare the time away from your other studies.”
“I’d like that. I enjoyed setting up the other dialects. I was thinking it might be the preparatory work toward my dissertation if you think the material is suitable for that.”
She watched his face to see if he was going to display an approving look. She was surprised to see that he was looking straight at her but clearly not in response to her comment.
For a moment Spock found himself unable to move. He was so taken by her beauty and her sexuality that he began to imagine what it would be like to touch her with his hands. What would she feel like along her hip? Her thigh? Her voice brought him back to the moment.
“Commander Spock?” He blinked and quickly looked down at his PADD before responding.
“I ...” he paused, “Forgive me I was thinking of something else.” Uhura saw something in his face that for the life of her she could swear was embarrassment. But at what? When he spoke it was with careful, measured words and his voice was almost a whisper.
“Lt. Uhura. May I ask you something?” She nodded assent.
“I know that I am a senior officer and you are a Lieutenant and a cadet at that. And if you are uncomfortable with my request, I would understand completely.”
“Ask me what?” she blurted in frustration. She could feel the anxiety creeping through her chest. He sat up straighter, pulling the front of his uniform jacket down with both hands in a snap, and then spoke.
“Would you consider it appropriate to attend a social function as my companion?”
The silence between them hung like a baited breath.
“Are you asking me out on a date?” she said with incredulity. Unaccustomed to the experience of letting these feelings rise to the surface, he replied softly.
“I am. But only if you are….”
“I accept.” she said quickly and with resolve. A guileless grin spread across his lips and Uhura smiled back at him. Then Spock cleared his throat and proceeded shyly.
“I would like to schedule an outing that would please you.” He could almost feel the flush of uncertainty creep up his cheeks. He had no skill at this, and he was quickly regretting having spoken to her.
“Spending time with you does please me.” She replied and in that instant he wanted her, completely and totally.
She was mind boggling in her willingness to breach the divide between their two races. She was truly fascinating in every way. He reached across the table and with the slightest of gestures, touched her hand with his index finger. The electricity between them surged through his hand and found its way into his chest.
He concentrated to slow his breathing and to appear as normal as he could.
This lovely human female who could have any man at Starfleet Academy had just said “yes” to him. “Onward,” he thought.
Uhura fought to keep from screaming, “I can’t wait to be his.”
Rating: NC 17- nudity, sex
Pairing(s): Spock and Uhura
Feedback: reviews welcome.
Characters: Original characters - Uhura's father, Vernon Uhura; her sister, Kendra; her sister's lover, Max; a friend, Gabriel and the Vulcan, Sunval.
Author’s notes: This is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. Story takes place 2 years before the movie begins.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, Star Trek fandom or any of the Star Trek characters portrayed in this story nor did I receive any financial compensation for writing this story.
Learning Human Nature
Chapter 2 – Are you asking me on a date?
Lt. Uhura sighed as she logged off the computer in the linguistics lab. It was late and she was hungry and sleepy. Approaching exams and the coming holidays were always a stressful time for students and faculty at Starfleet Academy.
She nodded to the young Lt. who was replacing her at the station and headed toward the door which led to the main hallway. She thought for a second about returning to her dormitory quarters and digging around there for something to eat but decided against that and headed instead for the dining hall which was thankfully open 24/7/365.
The food, though widely regarded as slop, was at least available when folks were hungry and it was cheap enough for a lowly cadet to chow down.
The dining hall was sparsely populated this time of night and the chow line looked like it too had been through a rough evening. But a couple of pieces of fruit and a hard roll suddenly appealed to her and having made her purchases, she ventured with her tray toward the seating area by a large window.
The night sky was clearly visible along with passing aircraft of all kinds coming and going from Starfleet. She saw Commander Spock seated alone at a table by the great window and headed in his direction.
Spock took most of his meals alone partly because he didn’t eat at regular intervals but also because he had no cadre of friends with whom he felt like sharing the ritual of consuming nourishment.
Often as not, he ate in his own quarters, usually something simple, a piece or two of fresh fruit or a salad. As a vegetarian he found the smell of cooking meat wafting from the kitchens of the dining hall sometimes disconcerting but this particular evening he had planned to return to work after eating so he chose to take a small meal there.
He sat by the great window where he could see the stars but his attention was focused on his PADD and the information on a new linguistics lab set up he’d been devising for a few weeks. Lt. Uhura had been instrumental in suggesting the design for the dialects section of the software so it was natural that he would think of her as he studied the data. But he full knew that it wasn’t because of the assistance she had offered him in the lab.
It was the curve of her calf as it joined the back of her knee that formed the mental image of her like a flash in his mind. He pondered the image of the pulse on her neck as it kept visible time with her life force.
He furrowed his brow and concentrated harder to push the emotions back down. In a few heartbeats he was once again in deep logical thought. He was brought back to the moment by a familiar voice.
“Commander?” He looked up and saw the tall, willowy woman standing before him, dinner tray in hand.
“Yes… Lt. Uhura.” He replied but didn’t stand.
“May I join you?” she asked. He paused for a nano-second and then suddenly he stood up.
“Of course.” He pulled out a chair for her. “Please sit down.”
“I’m not disturbing you am I?” He looked at her intelligent face and had to admit that yes, she was disturbing TO him but he welcomed it and replied to her.
“No, not at all. In fact, I was hoping to see you. I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”
“Oh? Well, great.” She sat in the offered chair and began peeling the orange she’d selected.
“Yes. I wanted to thank you for the model work in the linguistics lab. I think we can expand that to encompass several more languages if you can spare the time away from your other studies.”
“I’d like that. I enjoyed setting up the other dialects. I was thinking it might be the preparatory work toward my dissertation if you think the material is suitable for that.”
She watched his face to see if he was going to display an approving look. She was surprised to see that he was looking straight at her but clearly not in response to her comment.
For a moment Spock found himself unable to move. He was so taken by her beauty and her sexuality that he began to imagine what it would be like to touch her with his hands. What would she feel like along her hip? Her thigh? Her voice brought him back to the moment.
“Commander Spock?” He blinked and quickly looked down at his PADD before responding.
“I ...” he paused, “Forgive me I was thinking of something else.” Uhura saw something in his face that for the life of her she could swear was embarrassment. But at what? When he spoke it was with careful, measured words and his voice was almost a whisper.
“Lt. Uhura. May I ask you something?” She nodded assent.
“I know that I am a senior officer and you are a Lieutenant and a cadet at that. And if you are uncomfortable with my request, I would understand completely.”
“Ask me what?” she blurted in frustration. She could feel the anxiety creeping through her chest. He sat up straighter, pulling the front of his uniform jacket down with both hands in a snap, and then spoke.
“Would you consider it appropriate to attend a social function as my companion?”
The silence between them hung like a baited breath.
“Are you asking me out on a date?” she said with incredulity. Unaccustomed to the experience of letting these feelings rise to the surface, he replied softly.
“I am. But only if you are….”
“I accept.” she said quickly and with resolve. A guileless grin spread across his lips and Uhura smiled back at him. Then Spock cleared his throat and proceeded shyly.
“I would like to schedule an outing that would please you.” He could almost feel the flush of uncertainty creep up his cheeks. He had no skill at this, and he was quickly regretting having spoken to her.
“Spending time with you does please me.” She replied and in that instant he wanted her, completely and totally.
She was mind boggling in her willingness to breach the divide between their two races. She was truly fascinating in every way. He reached across the table and with the slightest of gestures, touched her hand with his index finger. The electricity between them surged through his hand and found its way into his chest.
He concentrated to slow his breathing and to appear as normal as he could.
This lovely human female who could have any man at Starfleet Academy had just said “yes” to him. “Onward,” he thought.
Uhura fought to keep from screaming, “I can’t wait to be his.”