Learning Human Nature
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Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,828
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own these characters, the Star Trek fandom, nor do I receive any financial compensation for them or for the stories about them.
Can we give this another go?
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 4 – Can we give this another go?
Spock and Uhura were quiet all the way back to Starfleet Academy campus. Frankly, Spock was furious at himself for not checking on the musical before choosing it as the activity for their first date. Shaken by the coincidental similarity of the characters in the opera to their own, Uhura was confused by a truth she hadn’t considered. She didn’t know what to say beyond confirming that she knew he didn’t pick the opera on purpose.
She wasn’t superstitious and she didn’t think Spock could be as capricious as Pinkerton but she vowed to tread a bit lighter and look a bit longer before leaping into an affair of the heart. The bodies maybe, but the heart, perhaps more patience was needed here.
Spock’s vow was different. He promised himself he would devise a date in which they would both have an enjoyable time without too much emotional accessorizing. He tried to relax and remind himself that they could take their time and become friends, learn more about each other and let the relationship unfold as it would. But he couldn’t forget that lone tear as it rolled down her proud cheek. Or the rising tide of emotion he experienced when they were close. It was all strange and new.
Uhura was about to leave her duty station the next day when she received a communication from Spock on her PADD. It read:
“Would you join me for dinner this evening in my quarters?” She clicked the “reply” button.
“Yes. What time?” Almost immediately his response appeared on her PADD.
“1930.”
“See you then,” she responded.
Spock noted her reply and swiveled his chair away from the desk to look out the window in his office and watch as a cargo ship gently docked at the massive stanchion that loomed in the distance. He had spent the better part of his day contemplating the finishing touches on a simulation project that would test Starfleet candidates applying to pilot training.
He knew their date had been a disaster but he couldn’t undo it. He could, however, move forward and try to rectify the situation by trying again to have a pleasant evening with Uhura. When he was satisfied he was prepared for the dry run of the simulation scheduled for the following day, he packed his PADD and rose to leave his office.
As Uhura arrived at the building that housed Spock’s quarters she wondered what some of the officers she passed along the way might have been thinking. She had turned down a few of them over the past months. She wasn’t arrogant about it but she had standards that none of them met.
In fact, she admitted to herself that Spock was the only one who met her high standards and the only one who stirred her blood. Though she was a bit nervous after last night’s unfortunate blow to a successful first date, she was confident that tonight would be better. She sighed and said to herself, “Carry on,” as the turbo lift stopped at his floor.
He heard the ding of the door chime and instead of using the voice activated opening mechanism, he walked to the door of his quarters and pressed the open button with his hand. The door slipped back and there she stood, fresh and smiling and looking more beautiful than he remembered from last night. He smiled and welcomed her inside.
“Please, come in,” he moved aside and she followed him in.
“Thanks” she said as she quickly scanned the room. The walls were far from bare. Instead they were dotted here and there with unusual works of art and artifacts. The floor was covered in a brightly colored carpet of some kind; it looked very soft. And the muted lighting was somewhat golden in tone. She liked the space immediately.
“I like your quarters.”
“Thank you. I don’t spend a great deal of time here but I believe it is comfortable and meets my needs.” She saw an array of food on the table.
“ Don’t tell me you cook!” she laughed and Spock felt the ice break between them. He smiled and was grateful.
“No I do not. But I do know how to purchase fresh fruits and vegetables and Earth’s bounty is one of my favorite things about my second home.”
“That’s right, this IS your second home. I don’t know why I keep forgetting you’re half human.”
“I suppose I don’t show that side of myself often,” he walked them to a small table set for two with simple fare of several fruits and some vegetables and cheeses. “My mother is human, as you know.” They sat down and Spock handed Uhura a remote control device.
“You should select the music for tonight,” a small smirk turning up the corners of his mouth. “I want no part of it!” he raised his hands in surrender. They both laughed.
Uhura scanned the selection of music available on the computer and chose a favorite piece entitled Carmina Burana by Carl Orff. It had always had an “other world” quality to her and fit the setting very well she thought. It seemed that it was also a favorite of Spock’s.
They listened to the music and talked throughout the meal about many things; her home, his home, her career hopes and dreams, his hopes for a command on a starship. They didn’t talk about what was foremost on both their minds… their feelings for one another and what to do about them.
When they had finished the meal Spock rose and offered her his hand. She took it and stood up from her chair. They stood facing one another in silence for what seemed like a long time. Spock looked into her eyes.
“Nyota I don’t know what to do to please you. I have no experience with human women. I want very much for you to be satisfied with me, with my… actions.” Surprised by his candor, Uhura kept her eyes fixed on his face and noticed that his pupils were dilated. “He is sincere,” she thought. His breath was warm and she could smell the fruit they had just consumed on it.
She let her eyes wander to his mouth, and thought, “Please kiss me right now!”
Instead she opened her own mouth slightly and pressed her lips to his, closing her eyes. After a moment she began to feel him return the kiss, not in hurried passion but in soft and gentle exploration.
His right hand rested on her arm just above her elbow and his left hand slid around her waist as they continued the kiss. Slowly he pulled her closer and moved his mouth off hers and to the curve of her neck just below her ear. She breathed in a luxurious sigh of pleasure and put her hand on the back of his neck trailing her fingers along his hairline.
“Blissful” was the only word she could think of to describe how this felt. This was pleasure with no agenda other than mutual enjoyment. After a moment he broke from the embrace.
“I can feel that your heart rate is elevated but your body is soft and relaxed. Is this how it is supposed to be?” he whispered close to her ear.
“Oh yes Spock. This is how it is supposed to be.” Then she asked, “How does it feel to you? Is this pleasurable for you?”
“It is quite pleasurable for me. I have never experienced this sensation of warmth which seems to be running through my entire body. I am becoming sexually aroused.”
“I would hope so,” she said softly and she put her hand against the side of his chest to feel his heart beat. It was steady and strong but faster than she expected.
They kissed again, his lips seeking hers this time. In a moment of reckless desire, she drew her hand across his stomach just below his navel. Their lips parted with her touch as his breath caught for a second.
When he found her mouth again his kisses were more insistent and he pulled her to him in a tighter embrace, feeling her body along the length of his own. The slightest soft moan escaped his throat as she kissed his neck and the carotid vein up to his ear. His heart was beating faster now as was hers and she felt a flush of lust stirring in her.
No words were needed now to communicate their mutual desire for one another. In a slow motion ballet of arms and legs and lips and hands they sought the pleasure Uhura had hoped for and that Spock had only imagined in the most abstract of ways.
They undressed each other slowly and reverently, stopping to touch and explore the other’s skin and hair, muscle and curve. No embarrassment or self consciousness disturbed their enjoyment of this act.
Unencumbered by clothing they moved to Spock’s bed and began a harmonious symphony of touching and stroking, bringing each other to mutual sexual arousal for more than an hour. Spock paused from time to time and opened his eyes to look at her. The expression on his face was wonder. He had no idea it would be like this.
Uhura was in a near zen state but as Spock approached the point of climax she was unable to resist the stronger rhythm of his body and felt herself fall into it with a deep sigh. He finally gave into the “little death” with a cavernous moan and a passion which he had never before experienced.
They lay in each others arms for a time while he caressed her hair and she kissed the tips of his ears, which obviously made him a bit ticklish. Then they were quiet and listened to each other breathe. Uhura nestled into his side and allowed her leg to remain draped across his thigh. She could only stay very still, reading him through his even breathing. An aroma floated in the air but she couldn’t focus her mind on what it was or was like. In her lulled state she decided it was the smell of contentment.
Spock was the first to speak.
“That was amazing.”
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 4 – Can we give this another go?
Spock and Uhura were quiet all the way back to Starfleet Academy campus. Frankly, Spock was furious at himself for not checking on the musical before choosing it as the activity for their first date. Shaken by the coincidental similarity of the characters in the opera to their own, Uhura was confused by a truth she hadn’t considered. She didn’t know what to say beyond confirming that she knew he didn’t pick the opera on purpose.
She wasn’t superstitious and she didn’t think Spock could be as capricious as Pinkerton but she vowed to tread a bit lighter and look a bit longer before leaping into an affair of the heart. The bodies maybe, but the heart, perhaps more patience was needed here.
Spock’s vow was different. He promised himself he would devise a date in which they would both have an enjoyable time without too much emotional accessorizing. He tried to relax and remind himself that they could take their time and become friends, learn more about each other and let the relationship unfold as it would. But he couldn’t forget that lone tear as it rolled down her proud cheek. Or the rising tide of emotion he experienced when they were close. It was all strange and new.
Uhura was about to leave her duty station the next day when she received a communication from Spock on her PADD. It read:
“Would you join me for dinner this evening in my quarters?” She clicked the “reply” button.
“Yes. What time?” Almost immediately his response appeared on her PADD.
“1930.”
“See you then,” she responded.
Spock noted her reply and swiveled his chair away from the desk to look out the window in his office and watch as a cargo ship gently docked at the massive stanchion that loomed in the distance. He had spent the better part of his day contemplating the finishing touches on a simulation project that would test Starfleet candidates applying to pilot training.
He knew their date had been a disaster but he couldn’t undo it. He could, however, move forward and try to rectify the situation by trying again to have a pleasant evening with Uhura. When he was satisfied he was prepared for the dry run of the simulation scheduled for the following day, he packed his PADD and rose to leave his office.
As Uhura arrived at the building that housed Spock’s quarters she wondered what some of the officers she passed along the way might have been thinking. She had turned down a few of them over the past months. She wasn’t arrogant about it but she had standards that none of them met.
In fact, she admitted to herself that Spock was the only one who met her high standards and the only one who stirred her blood. Though she was a bit nervous after last night’s unfortunate blow to a successful first date, she was confident that tonight would be better. She sighed and said to herself, “Carry on,” as the turbo lift stopped at his floor.
He heard the ding of the door chime and instead of using the voice activated opening mechanism, he walked to the door of his quarters and pressed the open button with his hand. The door slipped back and there she stood, fresh and smiling and looking more beautiful than he remembered from last night. He smiled and welcomed her inside.
“Please, come in,” he moved aside and she followed him in.
“Thanks” she said as she quickly scanned the room. The walls were far from bare. Instead they were dotted here and there with unusual works of art and artifacts. The floor was covered in a brightly colored carpet of some kind; it looked very soft. And the muted lighting was somewhat golden in tone. She liked the space immediately.
“I like your quarters.”
“Thank you. I don’t spend a great deal of time here but I believe it is comfortable and meets my needs.” She saw an array of food on the table.
“ Don’t tell me you cook!” she laughed and Spock felt the ice break between them. He smiled and was grateful.
“No I do not. But I do know how to purchase fresh fruits and vegetables and Earth’s bounty is one of my favorite things about my second home.”
“That’s right, this IS your second home. I don’t know why I keep forgetting you’re half human.”
“I suppose I don’t show that side of myself often,” he walked them to a small table set for two with simple fare of several fruits and some vegetables and cheeses. “My mother is human, as you know.” They sat down and Spock handed Uhura a remote control device.
“You should select the music for tonight,” a small smirk turning up the corners of his mouth. “I want no part of it!” he raised his hands in surrender. They both laughed.
Uhura scanned the selection of music available on the computer and chose a favorite piece entitled Carmina Burana by Carl Orff. It had always had an “other world” quality to her and fit the setting very well she thought. It seemed that it was also a favorite of Spock’s.
They listened to the music and talked throughout the meal about many things; her home, his home, her career hopes and dreams, his hopes for a command on a starship. They didn’t talk about what was foremost on both their minds… their feelings for one another and what to do about them.
When they had finished the meal Spock rose and offered her his hand. She took it and stood up from her chair. They stood facing one another in silence for what seemed like a long time. Spock looked into her eyes.
“Nyota I don’t know what to do to please you. I have no experience with human women. I want very much for you to be satisfied with me, with my… actions.” Surprised by his candor, Uhura kept her eyes fixed on his face and noticed that his pupils were dilated. “He is sincere,” she thought. His breath was warm and she could smell the fruit they had just consumed on it.
She let her eyes wander to his mouth, and thought, “Please kiss me right now!”
Instead she opened her own mouth slightly and pressed her lips to his, closing her eyes. After a moment she began to feel him return the kiss, not in hurried passion but in soft and gentle exploration.
His right hand rested on her arm just above her elbow and his left hand slid around her waist as they continued the kiss. Slowly he pulled her closer and moved his mouth off hers and to the curve of her neck just below her ear. She breathed in a luxurious sigh of pleasure and put her hand on the back of his neck trailing her fingers along his hairline.
“Blissful” was the only word she could think of to describe how this felt. This was pleasure with no agenda other than mutual enjoyment. After a moment he broke from the embrace.
“I can feel that your heart rate is elevated but your body is soft and relaxed. Is this how it is supposed to be?” he whispered close to her ear.
“Oh yes Spock. This is how it is supposed to be.” Then she asked, “How does it feel to you? Is this pleasurable for you?”
“It is quite pleasurable for me. I have never experienced this sensation of warmth which seems to be running through my entire body. I am becoming sexually aroused.”
“I would hope so,” she said softly and she put her hand against the side of his chest to feel his heart beat. It was steady and strong but faster than she expected.
They kissed again, his lips seeking hers this time. In a moment of reckless desire, she drew her hand across his stomach just below his navel. Their lips parted with her touch as his breath caught for a second.
When he found her mouth again his kisses were more insistent and he pulled her to him in a tighter embrace, feeling her body along the length of his own. The slightest soft moan escaped his throat as she kissed his neck and the carotid vein up to his ear. His heart was beating faster now as was hers and she felt a flush of lust stirring in her.
No words were needed now to communicate their mutual desire for one another. In a slow motion ballet of arms and legs and lips and hands they sought the pleasure Uhura had hoped for and that Spock had only imagined in the most abstract of ways.
They undressed each other slowly and reverently, stopping to touch and explore the other’s skin and hair, muscle and curve. No embarrassment or self consciousness disturbed their enjoyment of this act.
Unencumbered by clothing they moved to Spock’s bed and began a harmonious symphony of touching and stroking, bringing each other to mutual sexual arousal for more than an hour. Spock paused from time to time and opened his eyes to look at her. The expression on his face was wonder. He had no idea it would be like this.
Uhura was in a near zen state but as Spock approached the point of climax she was unable to resist the stronger rhythm of his body and felt herself fall into it with a deep sigh. He finally gave into the “little death” with a cavernous moan and a passion which he had never before experienced.
They lay in each others arms for a time while he caressed her hair and she kissed the tips of his ears, which obviously made him a bit ticklish. Then they were quiet and listened to each other breathe. Uhura nestled into his side and allowed her leg to remain draped across his thigh. She could only stay very still, reading him through his even breathing. An aroma floated in the air but she couldn’t focus her mind on what it was or was like. In her lulled state she decided it was the smell of contentment.
Spock was the first to speak.
“That was amazing.”