Fic - Making Music, Spock/Uhura
Jun. 3rd, 2009 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessMaking Music
Author -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - not mine, all rights belong to Mr. Roddenberry et al
Fandom - Star Trek:TOS
Pairing - Spock/Uhura
Rating - Nc-17
Warnings: none really
Prompt: Star Trek:T.O.S.: Spock/Uhura: Make music with me: I play you like a violin
Word count: 932
Summary: He finds her artistically compatible with him
A/N: Wrote this one for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink. This one was started before I saw the new movie which naturally changed some of where I was going with this. The fun thing was, I remember this one from the November challenge so it was prophetic. This one rather blends the two takes on Uhura especially. Thanks to salomesensei who beat this story up in a good way in very short amount of time. Thanks for the beta.
XXX
Spock never fully understood human reactions to music. Maybe if he allowed any of his mother’s heritage to surface but that was not a possibility. Vulcans used music to help deepen their meditative states. Humans used it to whip them into agitated states. He might not quite understand it but Spock found it infinitely fascinating. He might make it an actual research project someday – he could imagine his father frowning at psychology being too soft a science – until then, Spock enjoyed playing his lyre in the rec center, watching and thinking about the crew’s reaction to his music. Resting his instrument against his shoulder, Spock considered his next song.
“Make music with me.”
Spock did not even need to look up to know who those melodic cadence belonged to. He imagined card games were already abandoned, chess pieces forgotten the moment she walked into the room. “Did you have something in mind, Lieutenant Uhura?”
“Do you know River Full of Stars ?”
In answer, Spock strummed a little of the harmony and Uhura smiled one of her big smiles: the sort of smile that stopped men in their tracks, the sort of smile that was wasted on Spock or so most men thought.
He started at the beginning of the song and Uhura joined in with her clarion tones. Several of the crewmen in the rec center stopped what they were doing to watch and listen. He knew they were not stopping to listen to him. Some of them might even make a pass at her but he knew that it would be wasted time. By the time Uhura launched into her third accompanied song, they had the whole deck entranced. Spock did not blame them. Uhura had a lovely voice and she had foregone her uniform, wearing a striking gold and red caftan whose fluid lines only added to her beauty, not detract from it. Maybe it was his Vulcan upbringing, a planet where cooling robes were the norm but Spock found her current dress far more sensual than her short-skirted Starfleet uniform.
Spock did not understand Starfleet’s current choice for the female uniform. The miniskirt cadre seemed to prove a distraction to the human males aboard, especially to his best friend. This could be why the Vulcan uniforms were simple grey unitards for all, much less distracting. Life was hard enough when it came to maintaining a calm center.
Spock finally demurred playing another song, letting his fingers rest. Other crewmen took over with other entertainments as they were wont to do. He doubted anyone had noticed Uhura filtering out of the room, a little come-hither hand motion reserved just for him as she went. He knew that no one from the crew would suspect him of having any interest in Uhura -- or sex for that matter, not even if they observed him closely. The only hints came from Uhura herself, who was often too emotionally open to suit him. How had Father ever dealt with Mother, who was just as irrational?
Hefting his lyre, Spock left the crowded room. Uhura was not waiting for him in the corridor, but he had not expected it, would not have wanted it. He much preferred his privacy, and, luckily, he had it as he hit Uhura's door chime. No words were exchanged as she ushered him in but the door barely swished shut before her arms wrapped around his neck. Her lean dancer's body pressed him back against the door with strength her slender form belied.
Sometimes Uhura was satisfied with the restrained, slow Vulcan passions - so restrained Spock often wondered if it was an overcompensation for the wildness of Pon Farr - but tonight was not one of those times. Her hands cupped the back of his head, drawing him in for a deep, breathless kiss as her hips brushed against his. For all their prized control, Vulcans were not much more difficult to sexually ignite than humans; they just did not want anyone to know that.
Feeling the first stirrings down below, Spock's strong hands slid down her back to caress her buttocks, the fabric of the caftan soft against his skin. Tugging at his blue tunic, Uhura lured him backwards. They tipped onto her bed. Spock tugged her caftan up over her head exposing her dark, luminous skin. Removing her lacy bra, he helped himself to the deep cocoa of her nipples, teasing one then the other until they stood up like black pearls.
His mouth trailed up her torso and over her neck before claiming her mouth once again. Their tongues warred for dominance as his hand stroked its way back down her body, nestling itself within her panties. Deft fingers toyed with her delicate, slick flesh, probing until Uhura was writhing under him.
"You have such talented hands," she panted in his ear as she tried to get his trousers down.
"I play you like a violin," he said, sitting up so to help her with his pants.
"Or a Vulcan lyre at the very least." She laughed, snaking her hands under his boxers' waistband. Uhura caressed his testicles.
He allowed himself a faint smile, sliding out of his undergarments. His cock bobbed free, so infused with blood it seemed forest green, especially next to her hands as she stroked him. Uhura leaned in so she could plant a kiss on the damp tip of it before drawing him down on top of her. She rolled him, swinging up over and then onto him. The rock and thrust of her hips made her heavy breasts sway. He played with them as they bounced against his fingers. Uhura pistoned on him, her hand trailing over his hips.
She came with a shuddering cry and Spock eased her back against the bed. Their bodies moved together like a well-choreographed dance, their soft moans the musical counterpoint. His fingers balled in the bedding as his thrusts picked up speed. This was the time he knew he had to be careful, that humans were more fragile than Vulcans. After he released, Spock pulled Uhura to him, whispering, "Nyota."
She offered up a drowsy smile and Spock basked in the refuge of her arms.
Author -
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer - not mine, all rights belong to Mr. Roddenberry et al
Fandom - Star Trek:TOS
Pairing - Spock/Uhura
Rating - Nc-17
Warnings: none really
Prompt: Star Trek:T.O.S.: Spock/Uhura: Make music with me: I play you like a violin
Word count: 932
Summary: He finds her artistically compatible with him
A/N: Wrote this one for
springkink. This one was started before I saw the new movie which naturally changed some of where I was going with this. The fun thing was, I remember this one from the November challenge so it was prophetic. This one rather blends the two takes on Uhura especially. Thanks to salomesensei who beat this story up in a good way in very short amount of time. Thanks for the beta.XXX
Spock never fully understood human reactions to music. Maybe if he allowed any of his mother’s heritage to surface but that was not a possibility. Vulcans used music to help deepen their meditative states. Humans used it to whip them into agitated states. He might not quite understand it but Spock found it infinitely fascinating. He might make it an actual research project someday – he could imagine his father frowning at psychology being too soft a science – until then, Spock enjoyed playing his lyre in the rec center, watching and thinking about the crew’s reaction to his music. Resting his instrument against his shoulder, Spock considered his next song.
“Make music with me.”
Spock did not even need to look up to know who those melodic cadence belonged to. He imagined card games were already abandoned, chess pieces forgotten the moment she walked into the room. “Did you have something in mind, Lieutenant Uhura?”
“Do you know River Full of Stars ?”
In answer, Spock strummed a little of the harmony and Uhura smiled one of her big smiles: the sort of smile that stopped men in their tracks, the sort of smile that was wasted on Spock or so most men thought.
He started at the beginning of the song and Uhura joined in with her clarion tones. Several of the crewmen in the rec center stopped what they were doing to watch and listen. He knew they were not stopping to listen to him. Some of them might even make a pass at her but he knew that it would be wasted time. By the time Uhura launched into her third accompanied song, they had the whole deck entranced. Spock did not blame them. Uhura had a lovely voice and she had foregone her uniform, wearing a striking gold and red caftan whose fluid lines only added to her beauty, not detract from it. Maybe it was his Vulcan upbringing, a planet where cooling robes were the norm but Spock found her current dress far more sensual than her short-skirted Starfleet uniform.
Spock did not understand Starfleet’s current choice for the female uniform. The miniskirt cadre seemed to prove a distraction to the human males aboard, especially to his best friend. This could be why the Vulcan uniforms were simple grey unitards for all, much less distracting. Life was hard enough when it came to maintaining a calm center.
Spock finally demurred playing another song, letting his fingers rest. Other crewmen took over with other entertainments as they were wont to do. He doubted anyone had noticed Uhura filtering out of the room, a little come-hither hand motion reserved just for him as she went. He knew that no one from the crew would suspect him of having any interest in Uhura -- or sex for that matter, not even if they observed him closely. The only hints came from Uhura herself, who was often too emotionally open to suit him. How had Father ever dealt with Mother, who was just as irrational?
Hefting his lyre, Spock left the crowded room. Uhura was not waiting for him in the corridor, but he had not expected it, would not have wanted it. He much preferred his privacy, and, luckily, he had it as he hit Uhura's door chime. No words were exchanged as she ushered him in but the door barely swished shut before her arms wrapped around his neck. Her lean dancer's body pressed him back against the door with strength her slender form belied.
Sometimes Uhura was satisfied with the restrained, slow Vulcan passions - so restrained Spock often wondered if it was an overcompensation for the wildness of Pon Farr - but tonight was not one of those times. Her hands cupped the back of his head, drawing him in for a deep, breathless kiss as her hips brushed against his. For all their prized control, Vulcans were not much more difficult to sexually ignite than humans; they just did not want anyone to know that.
Feeling the first stirrings down below, Spock's strong hands slid down her back to caress her buttocks, the fabric of the caftan soft against his skin. Tugging at his blue tunic, Uhura lured him backwards. They tipped onto her bed. Spock tugged her caftan up over her head exposing her dark, luminous skin. Removing her lacy bra, he helped himself to the deep cocoa of her nipples, teasing one then the other until they stood up like black pearls.
His mouth trailed up her torso and over her neck before claiming her mouth once again. Their tongues warred for dominance as his hand stroked its way back down her body, nestling itself within her panties. Deft fingers toyed with her delicate, slick flesh, probing until Uhura was writhing under him.
"You have such talented hands," she panted in his ear as she tried to get his trousers down.
"I play you like a violin," he said, sitting up so to help her with his pants.
"Or a Vulcan lyre at the very least." She laughed, snaking her hands under his boxers' waistband. Uhura caressed his testicles.
He allowed himself a faint smile, sliding out of his undergarments. His cock bobbed free, so infused with blood it seemed forest green, especially next to her hands as she stroked him. Uhura leaned in so she could plant a kiss on the damp tip of it before drawing him down on top of her. She rolled him, swinging up over and then onto him. The rock and thrust of her hips made her heavy breasts sway. He played with them as they bounced against his fingers. Uhura pistoned on him, her hand trailing over his hips.
She came with a shuddering cry and Spock eased her back against the bed. Their bodies moved together like a well-choreographed dance, their soft moans the musical counterpoint. His fingers balled in the bedding as his thrusts picked up speed. This was the time he knew he had to be careful, that humans were more fragile than Vulcans. After he released, Spock pulled Uhura to him, whispering, "Nyota."
She offered up a drowsy smile and Spock basked in the refuge of her arms.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}