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Spock/Uhura Request Meme

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"Damn it. DAMN it!" Uhura hissed through her teeth. The rest of the landing party had made it to safety; she'd heard them beam out. She and Spock had slid down an unstable rock face and were surrounded by minerals she just knew were going to interfere with communications and transport lock. She knew they'd keep looking for them, but it was going to be hard to beam them out. They might need to bring a shuttle down, a matter of hours, not minutes.

And Spock had hit his head. Badly. Green blood flowed from what seemed to be a bad scalp wound, but she knew all head injuries bled like hell. They were both dirty from the slide, so her priority was to clean the wound and somehow seal it. And to keep Spock awake, if he was concussed, and it looked like he was. It was unusual for his eyes to wander in the way they were right now, as though he couldn't focus.

Each of them had a tiny first aid kit tucked into one of their boots. Standard issue; sterile wipes and sealant and a very small bottle of fluid for wound irrigation. Uhura got to work, irrigating, then wiping around the wound and wiping off the excess blood for good measure -- why attract any wildlife that might happen to have a good sense of smell?

Spock groaned, also unusual for him; his eyelids were fluttering and his pale skin looked like white marble with an undertone of green.

"Spock. ....Spock!" she said. "Are you with me? Can you hear me?"

"... Hear you ..."

"Good. We need to move, and I can't lift you very well. You know how I tease you about being so dense."

"Muscular and skeletal structure. Oh ... joke?"

"I need you to stay with me, Spock. I think you may have a concussion. Are you in pain?"

" ... manage ..."

"There's a cave just over there, beloved, opposite where the slide was. We're going in there, but I need to take some readings. Will you watch me?"

She turned back after she had gone a couple of meters. His eyes were closed. She went over to him and [rudely, she thought, and mentally apologized] pinched his cheek. His large brown eyes opened wide.

"And to keep your attention, Commander ..." She took off her uniform dress and pillowed it under his head. "I mean it now, watch me. I don't want to get ripped asunder by wild beasts in this sexy underwear without a witness."

"... readings ... no life here ..."

He was still watching her as she entered the cave, tricorder out front, trying to get readings above the interference. Well, it looked safe. They had phasers, so to hell with any animal that tried attacking her man.

She emerged from the cave and his eyes had shut again. She squatted by him and [rudely, she thought] pinched his cheek. His large brown eyes opened wide and he frowned slightly.

"...out of uniform ..."

"Oh, you're a funny one, mister. You needed a pillow and I needed to keep your eyes on me."

"Commander now. Mister was last rank..."

Uhura began stripping his trousers off, along with his blue tunic. She removed the Starfleet badge from it and placed it prominently just outside the cave mouth. Spock wore a black turtleneck silken undershirt and long underwear as usual [he got cold at Human-normal temperatures].

The outer uniform fabric was tough enough for what she planned to do. She knotted the trouser legs to the uniform shirt sleeves, fashioning a length of material for him to lie on so she could drag him to the cave.

"You know how I'm always teasing you about how dense you are?"

"Vulcan musculature and skeletal structure ..."

"Too heavy for me to lift, my dear. Okay. Roll onto your front."
He did, and she stretched the length of material out beside him, about ten inches from his side. "Now roll onto your back ... good, that's got it." She grabbed the hem of the uniform tunic in her hands and dragged.

It took a little while, with frequent breaks [How had she borne his weight when they made love? Maybe he had been bearing it all along...plus they were fond of the woman on top position and the various side-by-side variations...]

She settled him into a smooth spot made smoother by sweeping it with her uniform dress, which she shook out and made into a pillow again. She untied the knots of the improvised drag-stretcher, and put his uniform back on him. His chest was heaving now and she used the tricorder to take some readings.

"Oh, no. My god, why did you roll onto your stomach if you had a broken rib?" She wanted to weep with frustration. "I don't have anything for that, beloved, just standard-issue pain medication--"

"ALLERGIC," Spock got out.

"DAMN IT!!" Uhura swore, and marched out of the cave, trying to calm herself. She looked up into the now-twilit sky, where two moons blazed down, giving plenty of light. No rations, not even water or tea. If they were here much longer she'd have to be marching around in this fine underwear foraging for food.

She went back in. Spock had kept his eyes open ... barely. He was saying something. She leaned closer. Reciting Shakespeare, of all things. " ... thou art more lovely and more temperate ..."

She sat beside him on a rock, wishing right at the moment that she had a more substantial backside, because the cold rock was poking the hell out of her.

She took his hands in her own and his eyes snapped open. She could see because the light from the moons spilled in through the cave entrance. There was bright light falling into the doorway, and ambient light enough for her to study him.

She stroked his hands, using the "V" formation he had recently shown her, touching palms to palms, sliding the fingers erotically down the wrists and back up to the outside of the hands, then touching fingertips.

His breath came in rasps as she did this. His eyes were fathomless, fixed on her face, and she leaned down to kiss him Human-style, nipping at his lips, then gently kissing the spot on his cheek where she had pinched him.

"Will it help keep you awake if I kiss you and make love to you? Because I'm really worried about you going to sleep right now. I don't have a medical bioscanner. Damn it!"

"Yes, it might help. But I do not want you to be embarrassed if the ... rescue party arrives."

"It will not embarrass me to be found keeping you alive, beloved. I mean, I could recite Shakespeare in Romulan for you, but I think you'll find ... certain acts ... stimulating in more than a mental way." She smiled devilishly and got a faint smile in response.

So she went back to gently stroking his hands with hers. The very lightest pressure seemed to give the most pleasure, and he looked at her and their gazes were deep. She reached out to touch their contact points and he held her wrist. "No ... if I should succumb, you might also." One of her hands fluttered down to his cock, which was tumescent, and she kissed the hand holding her wrist and stood up.

"Well, I am determined to keep you awake, sir," she said in a sultry voice. And she strode over to the shaft of moons' light and stood there, watching his eyes glitter in the comparative dimness beyond.

She began to run her hands over her body, her arms and shoulders, up to her neck. She turned and did the fourth-classman "make-out" joke [Spock would see her lithe back with hands running up and down her sides, and she moved her head as if she were kissing someone] ... "Ohhh, Spock," she purred, "You are the best kisser..."

"You should be on your toes, Nyota," Spock said, and she laughed and stood up taller, and began bending backward, a little at first, as if she were being kissed by her arden Vulcan, and then, raising her hands, bending back farther in a dancer's movement that had her ponytail sweeping the floor and her breasts pointing straight up in the strange moonlight.

Abruptly she turned, massaging her breasts. "Do you see me, beloved?" and he said, "Yes ..." and she went on, kneading them until her nipples were rock-hard, and scooping them out of her bra cups. She nimbly strode to him and put each nipple by his lips so he could kiss them in turn, and danced away again to begin massaging her flat torso beneath the bra, slipping her hands beneath the hips of the panties and finally the front, and she began moving her fingers in her pubic hair. She moved to him again and drew her scented fingers beneath his nose. She had his full attention, in several senses.

Back in the light, she removed her bra and tossed it so it would land gently on Spock's flat belly. She then slid her hands beneath her panties again and slowly, slowly slid them down and stepped out of them, tossing them to land ... well, near his face, where the scent would reach him.

Because she was WET. And she splayed her legs for him, and parted her pussy lips for him, and began circling her finger round her clit ... for both of them ... and inserting her finger, then fingers, in her vagina, massaging her "G" spot, and her rear wall, and pushing her long fingers in as far as she could, but they weren't as long as his lovely cock, and she told him so, and he said, "I am aching for you," and she told him to be patient and to watch her, and she continued massaging around her clit until it began to engorge. She went back to him and knelt on either side of his hips and undid his trousers and slid down his underwear and his burning cock filled her hand and she slid it home, tucking her hands under his shirt to massage his nipples and tickle his chest hair.

He closed his eyes, in ecstacy, she suspected, but she said, "You have to keep your eyes open." And he opened them and their depths swallowed her soul and she leaned forward and rubbed her pebbled nipples on his uniform fabric, because he couldn't bend his head forward safely to suckle her breasts. She pulled off of his cock for a moment and put each breast to his mouth, saying "Ohh!" as he kissed and nibbled, then settled back to impale herself upon him again, moving ever so slowly and driving him in to the utmost, where she would bounce gently, just a bit.

He swelled in her, and he came, grunting softly, and she rapidly worked her thighs, sliding herself up and down his shaft, and fingered her clit and came, crying because he felt so good inside her and because she was afraid. And she covered him with her body on the side opposite the damaged rib, and brought his hand up to her mouth, and kissed and massaged it, and sucked on his fingers, bringing him further pleasure. His exhales were groans now, and she whispered, "What can I do?"

"Kiss my mouth," he answered, and kept his eyes open as she did so. "Beloved, I am thine," he said in Vulcan when they broke the kiss.

"Forever," she replied in his language. "I have loved thee so well I will love thee forever." It was a line from an ancient Vulcan poem.

They lay together, warm and sated, and Uhura knew, that as much as she wanted to sleep, Spock must want it even more.

"Will you be all right?" she asked him. "I need to go out for a few minutes."

"You have awakened my senses, Nyota," said Spock, smiling his very gentle smile.

She had been so engorged with blood in her pelvic area that she had an urgent need to pee. "Can I borrow your pillow?" she asked, quickly donning her underwear.

Spock would have handed it to her himself, but, as in the last hour or so, he was a little too weak even to move his arms, so she gently checked his wound [the sealant was still holding, but an swelling was building from blood under the skin], lifted his head, and extracted her uniform, slipping it quickly over her head.

The moons were even brighter now, and Uhura longed to find something to eat or drink, but first things first. She found an isolated spot, found a stick, dug a shallow hole, pulled her underwear out of the way and peed into the hole, which she covered up.

"I would love some water," she muttered. "Or some fruit ... something. I've got to stop skipping meals to finish tasks on overtime."

A quick survey revealed nothing, so she returned to the cave and laid down at Spock's side again. He lay awake, eyes open, and said, "Leave your uniform on; it is getting cooler now."

"Are you sure? Doesn't it hurt to lay your head right on the rock?"

"It is uncomfortable, which should help me to stay awake."

"Not as pleasant as my methods, though."

"Indeed not." He held his hand up to her, first and middle finger extended, and she replied in kind, and he said, "I was quite stunned after our fall. Are you quite all right?"

"Yes," she said, "But I'm concerned about you. You have a scalp wound and struck your head pretty hard, I think, and one of your ribs--"

"Is damaged, I know," he said. "All will be well once we return to the Enterprise. Annoying as Doctor McCoy is, he is still an excellent physician."

"Spock, I -- I haven't found any water. I'm going to need some soon."

"Concern yourself only with your own needs. I will not require any water for two more days. And, my dear, the medikit is lined with foil, remember."

She slapped her hand to her head. "Of course." She collected both kits and stripped the inner linings, which unfolded into a moldable foil. She made a wide bowl and put it out on the rock next to Spock's uniform emblem. Morning dew would yield at least something to lick, she hoped.

She went back in to sit with Spock. She feared that if she laid down she would go to sleep, and he would drift into unconsciousness, possibly coma. So she sat beside him and they talked. She asked him to tell her his favorite foods. He mentioned mostly Vulcan foods, of course, but a few surprised her. Corn on the cob with butter. Ice cream. Bittersweet chocolate [but watch out, it has unpredictable effects]. Baked potatoes with sour cream and chives. Asparagus. Broccoli, but just the poufy part. Lemon meringue pie, Key Lime pie, Banana Cream pie. Hummingbird cake, whatever that was. Sherbets and granitas. Cracked ice to crunch on when the ice water is all gone. Vanilla or chocolate malt milkshakes, and strawberry ices.

"I guess you must have visited your mother's parents in the summertimes, then."

He smiled that tiny smile again and nodded.

He made a V of his hand and entwined her hand in his. "Now I will tell you abut the anomaly in the Dresian star cluster and why it is significant."

Spock's voice lulled her to sleep. Just as she had in the Academy, she felt her chin sinking to her chest, only to jerk awake. "--the gravitational pull is such that--" Asleep. "--energies surrounding--" Awake. "--planets orbiting the third star are extremely--" Asleep. "Nyota?" Awake. Rubbing eyes.

"Can you talk about something else, Spock? I never did too well in Astrophysics."

"I can see why," he said, a twinkle in his eyes.

There was more light. Definitely more light. "Is it dawn, do you think?" she said.

"I doubt it. Only a quarter hour has passed."

"I know! Tell me about your music lessons, or your favorite music."

"I began learning to play the lyrette when I was three years old. My father was an expert player, and had a miniature lyre made for me. He taught me very well and very patiently for several years, then handed me off, with a full-size lyre, to T'Renn, who taught me until I departed for Starfleet Academy."

"You play piano, too; did your mother teach you?"

"For a short time. She found a Vulcan pianist with whom she had artistic sympathy, and brought me under his instruction. His playing, while perfect, was a little 'soulless,' she said, but she had faith that I would bring feeling into it if I chose to do--" Spock paused. "I do believe I hear voices."

"You stay awake -- I'll go check!" Uhura sprang up and dashed out, and there was Jim Kirk, an amused expression on his face, holding up her foil bowl to McCoy, who was smiling. He picked up Spock's uniform emblem and said, "My, this looks familiar. Is its owner anywhere hereabouts?"

Uhura pointed. "He needs you, too. He hit his head and broke a rib during the rockslide." But she was talking to McCoy's back.

Kirk took a pouch off his utility belt, mushing it with his hands so it would cool off the contents. "Thirsty?"

Uhura drank gratefully. "You know how heavy Spock is. He's going to need you and McCoy both to get him to the shuttlecraft."

With that, Spock and McCoy emerged from the cave. "Watch his rib -- I'll take that side," McCoy said as Kirk moved to help.

They made their way to the shuttlecraft, which Kirk had landed about half a kilometer away in the only space large enough. "So Uhura," McCoy asked, "You know how important it is to keep somebody with a head injury awake, obviously."

"I sure do."

"How did you keep him entertained for the last nine hours?"

"Ohh ... mostly talked and held hands, stuff like that."

Kirk smiled his goofy smile. "I can't get over how cute you two are. Honest to god. I used to be jealous, but now I just enjoy watching you."

Uhura caught McCoy's eye. He winked at her, and she winked back.

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