Spock had finished his duty period and was slightly fatigued, unusual for him. Uhura had left four hours earlier than he had; she'd been on the day watch. It was now 2000 by the ship's chronometers, early evening, as intimated by the corridor lighting. He wearily punched in the entry code to his quarters and went in. The lights were on, but very low; almost at his meditation settings, with an emphasis on the warm spectrum of yellows and oranges.
He heard a little sound ... "M-r-r-rrr-p?"
He was expecting Uhura to join him later in the evening and dismissed the sound as an aftereffect of extremely loud transmissions the Bridge crew had endured most of that day, dealing with Tellarite ships that were in the area. Tellarites were difficult enough to communicate with; why did all their transmissions have to be at top volume? Uhura had tried to modulate the reception so it wasn't so grating, but there was little she'd been able to do.
Spock went into the head, stripped off his clothes, and looked at himself in the mirror. Fatigued. Shadows under the eyes. Required a shave. He tried to imagine what Nyota saw when she looked at him, and knew he'd have better luck with that once they were touching each other and their meld asserted itself.
He knew she loved his general tall, lean bodily shape, his shoulder muscles and arms and the form of his face, and the depth of his eyes, and the shape of his mouth ... and many other things about his body he preferred not to review when he was alone, lest he start some foolish behavior -- something he felt he and Nyota did much better together. Taking up his razor, he stepped into the shower. His beard was such that it was easier to shave after his face had been thoroughly moistened and steamed. Luckily the Enterprise's showers had a recycled water option. Odd that he, a Vulcan, opted for water showers twice a day.
Feeling somewhat refreshed, he finished with his shower and began toweling off, stepping out of the stall, and beheld ...
"Nyota?"
She was gracefully attired in a velvet, body-hugging outfit with a ... a long tail depending from her derriere, and a tightly-fitting headpiece with pointed ears [quite unlike his own] on the top of her head.
"M-r-r-r-rp?" She was making the sound in the back of her throat, musically, chirruping like a cat, Felis Domesticus.
She rubbed one side of her face on his bare chest a few times, and began lapping at the water droplets she found there. Then she dropped to her knees, gracefully, like a cat, and began licking all the droplets on his feet and legs ...
"Aahgh ... Nyota ..." he motioned as if to help her up, but she sinuously wound the top half of her body between his legs and rose up behind him, continuing her gentle licks from the backs of his knees, to his thighs, buttocks, and back, up to his shoulders, to the nape of his neck. He groaned.
She wound around under his arm at his right side, and on tiptoe, put her lips next to his right ear. Her tongue and teeth gently nibbled his almost non-existent lobe, and worked their way around the back rim; then her tongue licked the tip, swirled around the point lightly, and Spock nearly lost his balance. The she purred, right by his ear:
"Oh, Nyota," he said, scooping her up. He put her on his bed and, sitting beside her, made as if to unzip the catsuit, but, with her eyes flashing, Uhura swatted his hand away, just as a cat would. As he paused, she stretched luxuriously, expanding her ribcage, her back arched, and she looked at him playfully and grabbed one of his hands, bringing it down her front in a petting motion.
Spock Loves Cats Part 1
He heard a little sound ... "M-r-r-rrr-p?"
He was expecting Uhura to join him later in the evening and dismissed the sound as an aftereffect of extremely loud transmissions the Bridge crew had endured most of that day, dealing with Tellarite ships that were in the area. Tellarites were difficult enough to communicate with; why did all their transmissions have to be at top volume? Uhura had tried to modulate the reception so it wasn't so grating, but there was little she'd been able to do.
Spock went into the head, stripped off his clothes, and looked at himself in the mirror. Fatigued. Shadows under the eyes. Required a shave. He tried to imagine what Nyota saw when she looked at him, and knew he'd have better luck with that once they were touching each other and their meld asserted itself.
He knew she loved his general tall, lean bodily shape, his shoulder muscles and arms and the form of his face, and the depth of his eyes, and the shape of his mouth ... and many other things about his body he preferred not to review when he was alone, lest he start some foolish behavior -- something he felt he and Nyota did much better together. Taking up his razor, he stepped into the shower. His beard was such that it was easier to shave after his face had been thoroughly moistened and steamed. Luckily the Enterprise's showers had a recycled water option. Odd that he, a Vulcan, opted for water showers twice a day.
Feeling somewhat refreshed, he finished with his shower and began toweling off, stepping out of the stall, and beheld ...
"Nyota?"
She was gracefully attired in a velvet, body-hugging outfit with a ... a long tail depending from her derriere, and a tightly-fitting headpiece with pointed ears [quite unlike his own] on the top of her head.
"M-r-r-r-rp?" She was making the sound in the back of her throat, musically, chirruping like a cat, Felis Domesticus.
She rubbed one side of her face on his bare chest a few times, and began lapping at the water droplets she found there. Then she dropped to her knees, gracefully, like a cat, and began licking all the droplets on his feet and legs ...
"Aahgh ... Nyota ..." he motioned as if to help her up, but she sinuously wound the top half of her body between his legs and rose up behind him, continuing her gentle licks from the backs of his knees, to his thighs, buttocks, and back, up to his shoulders, to the nape of his neck. He groaned.
She wound around under his arm at his right side, and on tiptoe, put her lips next to his right ear. Her tongue and teeth gently nibbled his almost non-existent lobe, and worked their way around the back rim; then her tongue licked the tip, swirled around the point lightly, and Spock nearly lost his balance. The she purred, right by his ear:
"R-r-rggg-r-r-r-rggg-r-r-r-rgggg-rrrrr-r-r-rrr ..."
"Oh, Nyota," he said, scooping her up. He put her on his bed and, sitting beside her, made as if to unzip the catsuit, but, with her eyes flashing, Uhura swatted his hand away, just as a cat would. As he paused, she stretched luxuriously, expanding her ribcage, her back arched, and she looked at him playfully and grabbed one of his hands, bringing it down her front in a petting motion.