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Spock/Uhura Request Meme

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I'm gonna have to file that one away.

I've been watching True Blood. I recently finished season one and ordered HBO for season two (yay). I wanted to see vampire action in S/U but had no idea how the hell to make it believable. So...thank you!

Five times Spock accidentally mind melded with Uhura and revealed sexy thoughts and 1 time he didn't (or did it on purpose).

inspired by this prompt http://community.livejournal.com/st_xi_kink/2494.html?thread=5361598#t5361598

Please could I have a game of Spin The Bottle, Truth or Dare, or I Have Never. Any of those, I don't mind which you prefer. Involving the whole team but with ~~Kirk~~Uhura/Spock as the main pairing, possibly revealing their relationship to the others through their answers/actions?

lol!! i've been watching True Blood too!

Anal play as prelude to cunt worship!

I got this idea stuck in my head where pre-Surak Vulcan culture pretty much worshiped pussy. Takes "holiest of holies" to a new level. I can totally imagine pon farr being involved with them nearly killing themselves off. Won't go into polyandry and Vulcan men fighting over whose turn it is to fuck or lick this one woman's pussy.

What if little bit of that attitude remained so that Vulcans of Spock's time have some weird ideas about what's intimate and what isn't. Sort of a hierarchy of sacred sex acts that goes from eyes to hands to mouth to breasts & nipples to anus to genitals.

In other words, Spock could at first be more comfortable with Uhura fingering his bum than with her sucking him off or him eating her out.

original http://community.livejournal.com/st_xi_kink/2494.html?thread=5374142#t5374142

Uhura ~~Anyone~~/Spock (must be bottom!Spock) Don't care who tops.

Spock is tied up with ropes or handcuffs, with the line "You break these and we stop."

Spock buys a book. He insists on going through it systematically - no skipping. Uhura agrees, but balks when they get to Anal Intercourse - how will he convince her to agree?

S/U child - catches them in "the act." She tells every one at breakfast mess. How do they react? How do Spock and Uhura react?

I finished watching this on HBO and I looooooooooove this movie. Anyway I want Spock as Col. Brandon reading Uhura poetry and I want that guy she was going after to be Kirk. I just want some kind of Spock/Uhura/Kirk s&s period fic romance.

It reminds me of those movies where the kid draws mommy and daddy "wrestling" lol

Uhura and Spock take Salsa dancing lessons. We know how hot that can be. Maybe some grinding and hard ons?? Spocks unexpected reaction to the dancing?

gimme a heated breakup and even more steamy make up sex. kthanks

ohhh, this didnt go exactly as planned. so sorry.
Nyota was used to perfect marks – couldn’t fathom anything but 5’s on her assignments - so when the first research paper of her Starfleet Career came back with a high 4, she was floored. She waited patiently in the queue of cadets waiting after class.

The large Asian girl ahead of her spoke meekly to the commander. “Sir, I…don’t understand why I received a 3 on this assignment.”

The Commander was a tall, imposing man, but the look he gave Nyota’s classmate was mild. “Cadet Jensen, your paper on Communicative Subspace Anomalies in the 89645 Delta Orbit was well-written and perfectly adequate. However, I do not believe in inflating marks. A mark of 3 demonstrates fulfillment of the required elements.” The Commander was speaking loud enough for the queue of cadets to hear, and Nyota’s ears burned knowing that this speech was intended for all of them. “A 3 is average for this class. A mark higher than that requires…the exceptional.”

His eyes settled on her. “May I help you, Cadet?” He looked at her impassively – like a Vulcan. There was no emotion.

“No, Commander.”

Nyota took her 4 and resolved to never, ever ask him a question unless it was absolutely necessary.

She had a short solo in the winter concert – short, but a solo all the same. It was an honor rarely extended to First Year Cadets. Hijo Innocente was a very beautiful winter hymn, old fashioned, nostalgic, and beloved by much of Earth’s citizens. Nyota felt her voice swell into the ceiling of the campus auditorium, and as she held that final, impossibly long note, she smiled to see tears winking on a few cheeks in the audience.

The Commander, though, was near the front row, formal as ever in his black uniform. He was looking straight ahead, with that same cool expression. Completely untouched.

Nyota couldn’t help wishing that he hadn’t heard her sing.

It’s not entirely a surprise when she is selected for roster duty. She had put in for it at the beginning of her Third Year, and she fully expected to be helping in one of the lower level communications classes, preferably alongside her mentor, a grandmotherly Admiral who had taken a personal interest in Nyota.

But she could not have been more surprised when the communiqué came through on her data pad, cordially offering her roster duty for Commander Spock and one of his cosmology calculations class. Nyota had never excelled in the astrosciences, and she felt numb, terrified at the thought of trying to lead her fellow students in the subject.

She said as much when she met with the Commander in his office.

“I am confused by your reticence, Cadet. Are you concerned about your time management?”

“No. I just – I’m not that good at it. Cosmology.” Nyota lowered her head. She hated admitting deficiencies.

He dismissed her fear as if it were nothing. “Your marks in my astrophysics class were more than adequate. I would not have approved your assignment as the duty for this section if I did not think you were capable.”

Nyota kept looking at her fingers.

He paused for a moment. “However, if you feel yourself incapable I can request a transfer –“

“No.” Nyota interrupted the Commander most rudely. “No, I’ll do it.”

He nodded at her, like it didn’t matter either way if she did or did not.

Her mother died. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, but it hurt all the same. Gaila held her while she cried that night in her bed. A transport back home was organized, just for her. Her mentor sent her flowers and arranged for her mother’s name to be announced during chapel. The duty roster from another class offered to cover her responsibilities under Commander Spock.

“Please, take your time at home, Uhura,” said the duty. “I’ll cover for you here as long as you need.”

For all of Starfleet’s austere attitudes, Nyota could not have been held more gently by the institution as a whole. It made it easier to leave the loving embrace of her family, and return back to school.

The Commander greeted her upon her return as if she’d never left. In some ways, it was oddly comforting.

It was a few months after that when Commander Spock asked her to eat dinner with him at Marley’s, a small, intimate, very expensive restaurant downtown.

“Please understand that this is a social invitation, and you are in no way obligated to accept,” he said, looking at her as if he were asking for the time.

They were alone in his office, looking over papers as they always did on Friday afternoon. Uhura’s hand was still grasping some First Year paper midair, and her lips were parted in surprise.

“Perhaps you are busy this evening?”

She set the paper down. This had to be nothing more than a missed social queue. “I, um. I’m not busy, no.”

The Commander inclined his head slightly. “I realize that you might feel awkward refusing an invitation for a social date with your instructor. Let me reassure again that your refusal would not impact our working relationship.”

“A date? Like a real eating food and talking date?” Her voice was pitched too high, incredulous. “God, so you really are asking me out.”

“I believe so.”

Nyota shook her head. “But…you don’t like me.” Before he could speak, she rushed on. “I mean, like that. You don’t – You know what? Never mind.”

“Should I take your answer to be ‘No’?”

Nyota dropped all pretense of engaging in her work. She shook her head once more and pressed a hand to her temple. Her mind whirled with the memory of the Commander and his blank expression as she stood in line to speak to him, of his straight spine and empty eyes at her choral performances.

“Yeah, I just – I’m not sure what to think. I think I’ll have to…get back to you on that one.”

Vulcans do not shrug, but Nyota swore she saw his shoulders rise and fall just a bit, his fair skin and body unruffled and smooth as always. Uncaring. And in the next moment he was discussing the upcoming examination next week as if nothing had happened at all.

More! This is great!

Uhura chalked it up to a seriously misguided social cue on his part, and even though her conclusion was sound, she found herself unable to sleep that night. Gaila had talked herself to sleep hours ago, and still Nyota laid awake as the pale moon shone into her small dorm room.

She gave up on sleep sometime around 3. She slipped into the fog which had settled into the campus, running lightly and quick so that the cold could not seep into her thin jacket.

The Commander’s quarters looked like any other from the outside, but she detected a slightly more meticulous outside. No flowers in the windows or small charms on the doors. She pressed the communicator box quickly.

“Uhura.” He looked as if he hadn’t been sleeping. His hair was smooth as always, his expression belying only slight surprise to see her there.

“Sorry,” she said tersely as she walked into his quarters. More standard issue couches and chairs, steel and gray upholstery. “I just – I couldn’t sleep.”

“I see.” The Commander closed the door.

Nyota took a step closer to him. “I need to know what the hell is going on.”

“I do not understand your meaning.”

“You asked me out.”

“I did,” he said simply.

“Why? Do you even get what that means to humans?”

He seemed vaguely insulted. “I am well-versed in human culture, including courtship protocol.”

“Then why did you ask me out?” The question burst out of her lips. “I want to know why.”

“Courtship usually occurs between two mutually agreeable parties which share any number of compatible qualities –“

“Shut up,” she interrupted in her frustration, looking for the right words but settling for asinine ones instead. “God. Do you…like me? In a courtship way?”

This was a harder question for him, that she could tell. “I thought it obvious. I did, after all, propose an off-campus meeting at an establishment well-known for such things.”

“So you just decided this morning that you were going to take me on a date?”

His eyes were blank, as they always were, but perhaps…they weren’t blank at all. Perhaps she had been reading them wrong all this time. She saw something there, a seriousness which she had always mistaken for disinterest.

“I assure you, Cadet. My decision was not made this morning. I have been considering it for some time.”

“How long?” She felt ridiculous.

And then, the Commander did a quite incredible thing. He took a step nearer to her, close enough that she could feel the heat from his body pulsing through the air. “Nyota.”

It was the first time he’d used her name, but that wasn’t what flipped the switch in her mind, and made her instantly replay a million interactions between them. Tiny things that she’d thought unimportant now needed to be analysed, re-analysed, and mulled over. The way he had never missed a chorale performance – impassive expression or not. Her high grades in his classes and the fact that she was his duty roster. The way that he stood so close to her now, closer than she had ever seen him stand to anyone, ever.

There would be time for questions and clarifications later. Nyota chose to put it all on the backburner, as its said, and go with her gut. She stepped forward to the Commander (simply Spock, now), and slid one arm around his neck. It was enough to pull his face down to hers, for her to brush her lips against his. Warm, soft. She felt the hairs on the back of his neck, the warm skin beneath it. And now his hand was on her back and she was leaning in for another kiss, and another, and another.

-end-

( Theres loads of spelling mistakes because my muse was eager to write this...)

"Mother, I do not requier sleep"
Uhura rubbed her temples as she sighed. Another night of trying to get her child into bed. She started early tonight to avoid the four hour debate of why her and Spock's five year old half-human and vulcan daughter have to go to sleep.
"Am'nessa, I refuse to have this discussion with you again" said Uhura with her hands on her hips, "now put your pajamas on"
"but mother I have proof of why I don't need to go to bed or to go to bed ever" said Am'nessa as she walked to the bathroom, " I did my research"
Uhura lifted an eyebrow. She'd have to admit, Am'nessa is deffinately their child with her determination and Spock's wit. "fine, you can present it to your father and I after your ready for bed"
"But I won't be going to bed so I don't need to get ready" said Am'nessa with a twitch of her mouth. Uhura gave her a look and Am'nessa's pointed eyebrows went up and she ran down the hall way.
******
As Am'nessa was getting ready, Uhura went to her own room. The door slid open to reveal her husband, sitting by the computer reading some reports. She walked over to him and touched his head, running her fingers through his raven hair, still not a grey strand in sight. She bent down and kissed his earlobe.
"Spock"
" Yes, Nyota?"
" Your daughter has another reason for not going to bed tonight"
Though her eyes where closed she felt his eyebrow rise.
" Thats why she wanted to use the computer" said Spock
" If you don't out-logic her this time, it's your fault" she muttered
" She does have a right to prepare her argument Nyota" he said, also closing his eyes to her petting.
" True, but I thought this was going to be easy like when we persuaded her out of geting a tribble as a pet" said Uhura
" We had help from McCoy" he said turning to her, " but none from Jim"
" He was encoraging it" said Uhura flatly, "giving her names... what did he tell her to name it?"
" Jeffery, Jeffrey the Tribble"
Uhura laughed and Spock smirked, remembering the pure excitement that Jim had when Am'nessa said she wanted a tribble.
" Mother! Father! I'm ready now!" yelled Am'nessa from the living room.
*****
Spock sat in a armchair across from Uhura, who was sitting in a love seat and Am'nessa sitting on the floor under her mother. Uhura started to loosen her daughers long inky black hair from its high pony tail and started to brush it out.
" please preceed with your facts Am'nessa" said Spock
" Yes father" she said as her head softly pulled back from Uhura's brushing, " I do not need to go to bed because I am half vulcan and vulcan children do not need as much sleep as a human child. A human child needs 10 to 11 hours of sleep, when a vulcan child needs 4 to 3 hours"
Uhura stopped brushing and looked at Spock praying that he has a rebuttle that would debunk her opening statement. Spock nodded.
"Logical statement" he said
Am'nessa started to grin in delight.
"But it is flawed"
"What? But father I am Vulcan and that means I can go to bed as late as I want and still be able to function" wined Am'nessa
"Am'nessa, listen to your father" said Uhura
"The information was right I know it" she muttered in swahili
" My daughter the only way it is flawed is that you didn't put yourself in the equation" said Spock, " your are only one fourth Vulcan, with an intermix of both Human and Vulcan physiologies living on Earth.If my calculations are corect your sleeping patters should be of a Human child"
Am'nessa sighed, "Okay. I am sorry that I doubted you Mother, Father"
" It's okay" said Uhura pulling her into a hug, " we still love you" she squiwermed in Uhura's arms when she tickled her neck and pointed ears she inherited from her father. Am'nessa walked over to Spock and held out her small brown hands. He held them the way Vulcans would with the ones they loved and she smiled and fell into his arms. Spock gently wrapped his arms around her.
" Daddy, can ayou and mommy sing me to sleep?" she asked.
" Of course"

Spock/Uhura - badass captain spock will get his answers from his first officer Uhura, even if he has to pull rank/and or mind meld.
(I don't know how this would go down. I just want him all up in her face giving her 'the stare' and she's turned on. They both are.)

Here's one of my previous filled requests and I'm building on it
http://community.livejournal.com/st_xi_kink/379.html?thread=179579#t179579

needs more spock claiming uhura. This can be bite marks, hickies, collars (?), and/or them getting it on in public with everyone watching. I want him to growl, I want him to say "Mine", I want him to pull her hair so that she's forced to open her eyes and look at him and I want him dominant/possessive(jealous is optional and so is pon farr).

Uhura/Spock/Kirk with Uhura on top. Yessss. Doesn't need to be NC-17, she's just got those boys whipped. Well, not that Kirk doesn't probably act up for attention, being Kirk and all, but still.

She's got two very, very interested men at her disposal, and if her attention slacks for a minute, Kirk will probably take the initiative and start making out with Spock or bothering him for sex, but hell, that's hot too. And... Kirk probably knows that. It is good to be Uhura, man.

(X-posted to kink meme)

S/U - Spock talks dirty, and I mean really dirty!
When writing Spock (and reading), I often think he sounds like a robot/and or computer. So when he talks dirty, it's not really dirty. Lets fix that!

Have him study slang, the urban dictionary or what have you. I want him to say cock, dick, pussy, cum, and most importantly, fuck. Optional words/phrases could be his little slut, whore, bitch. "You like it when I pound, ram my cock in your tight little pussy don't you?" Just get raunchy!!!!!!!
(xposted on kink meme)

i'm on it!

standing ovation. lovely

To test his students and to see if they are paying attention, Spock puts false points in his lectures. Many wouldn't dare point this out our argue against anything he says except Uhura. He finds her challenging him "stimulating" and she's about to find out just how much. I'm going for the whole bickering foreplay angle.

Spock: "Your argument is flawed."
Uhura: "No, your argument is flawed!" She said standing in class. Other students aka the peanut gallery ruffled in their seats. "Oh here we go." "Tell me about it." "Nerds." "Might as well call a free period because they are going to be at it for a while." "I never know what they are talking about." "It's like they get off on debating all the time."

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