Learning Human Nature

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 5 How to eat a Mango

For the entire day Uhura had been so busy she hadn’t had the time to think about what had happened with Spock the night before. She wasn’t completely an innocent but she had adhered to a strict standard of not having intercourse with anyone. Some might call it semantics, no pun intended, but she had not believed herself ready to cross that line which once crossed could never be reversed.

And now, she had crossed that line. And she intended to cross it again and again as often as she could until she dropped dead. She couldn’t help but feel a tiny smugness that he had chosen her. Spock was a handsome man, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by her female friends and some of her male friends. True he was exotic. But he wasn’t the only Vulcan at Starfleet, far from it. He was, however, the only Half Human Vulcan or Half Vulcan Human depending on how one looked at it. And he was fascinating to her.

“Wait,” she thought, “which part of him is stronger?” She hadn’t thought overmuch about what kind of internal conflict he must face every day. The two species were both homonid, but the similarities and differences in them might not be in equal measure in Spock. How would anyone know? He was the only living Vulcan/Human hybrid.

This was going to be a complicated relationship. Not in the least because of their professional responsibilities. There were rules about this kind of thing, a student being intimate with an instructor… or a junior grade officer having an affair with a senior officer if serving in the senior officer’s command. She didn’t want to think about how many rules they had broken last night.

Everyone wanted to think that the need for such rules had passed, but the issue was still a part of the culture and she hoped they wouldn’t have to defend themselves to higher authority up the chain of command. She felt the concern for her own career as well as Spock’s and wondered if they ought to tell someone.

How could they hide it anyway? She was certain that her face gave it all away. She felt sexy and smart as she walked through the main hallway that led to the turbo lifts. She pushed the “down” symbol and waited in front of the lift door.

“Lobby,” she said as the door closed. The turbo lift began its descent. It stopped a few floors later and the door opened. Spock walked into the pod and spoke to the computer.
“Lobby.” he said. The turbo lift sped off. He faced the door, clasping his hands in the small of his back at ease.
“Lieutenant Uhura.” the slightest curve of a smile on his mouth. She smiled and continued to look ahead.
“Commander Spock,” she offered a slight nod in greeting.
“Have you finished your shift?”
“I have. And you?” she kept her gaze forward.
“Yes. I will be free from work for the next four hours and 30 minutes,” he answered.
“I’m starved. Would you like to eat something with me?” she said casually.
“I am hungry,” he replied only then realizing he had forgotten to feed himself.
“I have a mango I’ll share with you.”
“That would be very pleasant.” He replied. “I accept.”
“I’m going to go outside where it is beautiful and sit and eat. Come?”

Outside on a vast expanse of green grass dotted with trees were benches and a few tables scattered around the quad. A few people sat reading or talking or eating in the late afternoon.

They found a secluded bench among a group of old trees and sat down. Uhura opened her bag and took out a very large, yellow fruit which Spock had never seen before. At once he could smell the light intoxicating aroma coming off the smooth skin of the mango.
“This is a mango?” he asked. Uhura nodded
“May I?” he asked, reaching for the heavy fruit.
“Yes, have you tried one?” she handed it to him. They’re tropical and very delicious.”
“Fascinating” he said turning it over in his hands. The liked the smell of it and its smooth textureless skin.

He handed it back to her and watched her slice through the meat and around what appeared to be a pit with a small pen knife she drew from the her bag. Then she twisted the mango and it came apart in roughly two halves, the juice flowing freely from it down her fingers and hands all the way to her wrists. She handed him one of the halves.

First he smelled it more closely and smiled as he relished the heady sweetness. Then he put the fruit to his lips and tasted the flavor with the tip of his tongue.

“It’s wonderful.”
“I like to dive right in and bite the soft part,” said Uhura. She put her teeth on the fleshy part of the mango and bit down, scraping her teeth across the skin and pulling the sweet meat into her mouth. The juice of it ran down her chin.

Spock followed suit with his piece and thrilled at the unique and exotic flavor and texture of the sweet meat. He too had mango juice running down his chin and onto his hand. Within a few minutes they were both covered in sweet, sticky mango juice and slurping the soft, pliable mango fruit into their mouths determined to get every bite.

“That is unlike any fruit I’ve ever eaten,” he remarked. “The texture is smooth and firm with an after taste that lingers in my mouth.” He obviously liked it very much. “But it is rather messy,” he laid the skin and pit of the fruit down on the bench. He looked around for a napkin of sorts.

“Here let me help,” said Uhura as she put her finished mango on the bench.
She took his hand in hers and brought it to her mouth. Placing his index finger in her mouth she sucked the mango juice from it carefully and then moved on to his middle finger where she ran her tongue down along the smooth inside between it and the index finger. She looked at Spock to see his reaction before proceeding. He stared at her but didn’t move or resist her actions.

Emboldened, she licked along each finger before letting her tongue trace the contours of his palm.

His breath became more labored and he felt his heart start to race. He leaned toward her face placing his mouth beside her ear.
“I am having a difficult time controlling myself Nyota.” Between flicks of her tongue against the inside of his wrist she answered mischievously.
“I’m sorry.” Spock shifted his weight and started to reach for her with his free hand.

They were both startled when a familiar voice spoke.

“Wow! That was hot,” then pointing his finger from Spock to Uhura he said, “Are you two supposed to be doing this?”

They looked up to see the impish face of Lt. James T. Kirk smiling broadly.