“I did not desire him,” T’Pring said, turning to Nyota. “I never did. You need not have been quite so violent.”
“But—” Nyota frowned. “Then why did you fight?”
T’Pring straightened her shoulders. “I am honour-bound to answer a challenge,” she said simply. Then she left, without another word.
Spock flipped open his communicator. “Spock to Enterprise.”
“Enterprise here.”
“Two to beam up.” Spock reached out and Nyota took his hand: her skin was warm and he could feel her pulse fluttering against the soft flesh of her wrist. “Energize.” His breath stuttered almost imperceptibly on the word and it was humiliating, but Nyota only gripped his hand tighter.
As the golden light began to weave its way around them, Spock took a moment to compose himself. It would not do to lose control in the transporter room.
He led her calmly through the halls until they reached his quarters. His fingers did not fumble or shake as he punched in the password. The door opened and he stepped inside, Nyota close behind him.
As the door slid shut, Nyota leaned up until her lips brushed his ear and whispered, “I won you.” He could smell sweat and arousal, no longer sure how much belonged to him and how much to her. Her free hand was curled very loosely around his throat, fingertips pressing into his pulse, in a way that would have been threatening from anyone else.
Spock shut his eyes and tried not to give himself away, but then Nyota kissed him in the human way, pressing her body against his so closely that he could feel her heart against his chest. He let out a soft groan before he thought to stop himself, and Nyota only pressed closer, backing him into the wall and pushing one of her thighs between his own.
“What got you so hot and bothered, Spock?” she murmured, her lips scant inches from his own.
Spock said, breathing hard but attempting to sound composed, “You were – engaged in what I believe is—” Nyota slid her hands up underneath his shirt and spread her fingers against his stomach, his heart thudding under her palm, and he was no longer confident in his coherency. He took a deep breath and she began to kiss his neck, dipping her tongue into the hollow at the base of his throat. “Is colloquially called a – catfight.”
Nyota took her hands out of his shirt, letting them rest on his hips as she laughed into his neck and he could feel her eyelashes fluttering against his skin. “Men are men, on any planet,” she said, and he opened his mouth to respond when suddenly, she twisted her hand in his shirt and began to pull him towards the bed. He let himself be pulled, and then, when she spun them so the backs of his knees hit the bed, he relaxed and let himself be pushed down. There was a moment’s delay before she joined him; when he raised his head to ask if there was a problem, he saw that she was undressing – first the outer uniform dress, and then her black lace undergarments. She left on her boots but then knelt and removed his, and this was different from anything that had ever done. From there she unfastened his slacks and curled her fingers into the waistbands of both underwear and pants and pulled them off simultaneously. Spock blinked up at the ceiling, painfully aroused and also a little confused. He raised his arms so she could pull off his shirt, and suddenly she was straddling his hips.
Re: Cat Fight part 2
“But—” Nyota frowned. “Then why did you fight?”
T’Pring straightened her shoulders. “I am honour-bound to answer a challenge,” she said simply. Then she left, without another word.
Spock flipped open his communicator. “Spock to Enterprise.”
“Enterprise here.”
“Two to beam up.” Spock reached out and Nyota took his hand: her skin was warm and he could feel her pulse fluttering against the soft flesh of her wrist. “Energize.” His breath stuttered almost imperceptibly on the word and it was humiliating, but Nyota only gripped his hand tighter.
As the golden light began to weave its way around them, Spock took a moment to compose himself. It would not do to lose control in the transporter room.
He led her calmly through the halls until they reached his quarters. His fingers did not fumble or shake as he punched in the password. The door opened and he stepped inside, Nyota close behind him.
As the door slid shut, Nyota leaned up until her lips brushed his ear and whispered, “I won you.” He could smell sweat and arousal, no longer sure how much belonged to him and how much to her. Her free hand was curled very loosely around his throat, fingertips pressing into his pulse, in a way that would have been threatening from anyone else.
Spock shut his eyes and tried not to give himself away, but then Nyota kissed him in the human way, pressing her body against his so closely that he could feel her heart against his chest. He let out a soft groan before he thought to stop himself, and Nyota only pressed closer, backing him into the wall and pushing one of her thighs between his own.
“What got you so hot and bothered, Spock?” she murmured, her lips scant inches from his own.
Spock said, breathing hard but attempting to sound composed, “You were – engaged in what I believe is—” Nyota slid her hands up underneath his shirt and spread her fingers against his stomach, his heart thudding under her palm, and he was no longer confident in his coherency. He took a deep breath and she began to kiss his neck, dipping her tongue into the hollow at the base of his throat. “Is colloquially called a – catfight.”
Nyota took her hands out of his shirt, letting them rest on his hips as she laughed into his neck and he could feel her eyelashes fluttering against his skin. “Men are men, on any planet,” she said, and he opened his mouth to respond when suddenly, she twisted her hand in his shirt and began to pull him towards the bed. He let himself be pulled, and then, when she spun them so the backs of his knees hit the bed, he relaxed and let himself be pushed down. There was a moment’s delay before she joined him; when he raised his head to ask if there was a problem, he saw that she was undressing – first the outer uniform dress, and then her black lace undergarments. She left on her boots but then knelt and removed his, and this was different from anything that had ever done. From there she unfastened his slacks and curled her fingers into the waistbands of both underwear and pants and pulled them off simultaneously. Spock blinked up at the ceiling, painfully aroused and also a little confused. He raised his arms so she could pull off his shirt, and suddenly she was straddling his hips.