NEW: FWW 3, Dialogue of the Wind and Sea (TOS, S/U) [R] 6/6
Wildcat
NEW: FWW 3, Dialogue of the Wind and Sea (TOS,
S/U) [R] 6/6
Date:
Thu, 03 Dec 1998 21:46:05 -0800
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Title: Fire, Wind, and Water: The Debussy Suite 3
Dialogue of the Wind and Sea
Author: Wildcat
Series: TOS
Part: 6/6
Rating: R for sexual content
Codes: S/U, Saavik
Dialogue of the Wind and Sea, chapter 6
Pulling the covers up around her neck, Uhura gradually realized that a
tiny bit of light was filtering through her eyelids. She opened her
eyes and lifted her head, looking over her shoulder at the big windows
across the back of the room. The pale pink sky above the deck was
delicately tinged with the tiniest amount of yellow and blue, and she
smiled sleepily at the beautiful combination of colors; it looked just
like a painting by Monet. Maybe those uncovered windows weren't so bad,
after all. When she'd first seen them, she was concerned that the
morning sun coming up over the ocean would wake them too early, but that
hadn't been a problem--*Saavik* had roused them at the crack of dawn
every day. She hadn't started banging on the door yet this morning,
though. Maybe today she'd sleep in.
Uhura settled back onto the pillow and looked at the sleeping Vulcan
beside her. He was stretched out on his stomach, facing her, the sheet
up over his shoulders and just the tips of his fingers visible near his
chin. His features were relaxed, open and unguarded, and she realized
with a start that this was the first time she'd ever been able to
observe him sleeping in daylight. In nearly a year and a half, he had
awakened before her every single time.
Resisting the urge to smooth his hair, she was filled with a sudden
possessive yearning for this complicated, beautiful man. Was it
possible to actually love someone so much that it hurt? Is that why her
chest was tight and her eyes were burning right now? Last night, when
he surprised her by actually agreeing to talk about the women from his
past, she'd seen a side of him he never showed her before. She *knew*
that it had been difficult for him to adjust to life around emotional
beings, and she *knew* that even though he would never deliberately be
hurtful, sometimes he had trod on the feelings of others, but she never
realized how deep the pain and regret really ran for some of the
mistakes he had made.
Without warning, a raucous bird swooped by their window, chasing away
the little birds that were lined up on the railing with its loud
squawking. Spock opened his eyes to find her watching him, and regarded
her for a long moment, his expression soft with the remnants of sleep.
She smiled. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Nyota. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, I did." She glanced at the window. "Look outside. It's going to
be another beautiful day."
Placing his hand on her shoulder, he gently rolled her onto her other
side and molded himself to her back. His breath tickling her ear, he
said, "Do you think that Saavikam will to allow us to remain in bed?"
She snuggled back against him. "If she comes up here, we can always
tell her to go pack or something."
"That would actually be a reasonable request."
Together, they watched the sky as the pinks and blues were gradually
replaced by a clear pale lavender. He was hot, so hot against her back,
and they were still for so long that she felt sleep begin to reclaim
her. Just as her thoughts drifted away, however, his fingers tightened
carefully on her upper arm, and a moist heat brushed her shoulder in the
instant before his teeth raked slowly across her skin.
Shivering, she murmured, "Oh... Spock."
As his hand crept down her arm and slipped underneath her elbow, she
felt a stirring against her backside. Twisting in his arms, she faced
him, running her hands over his chest and sliding her leg up his thigh
until her knee rested on his hip. Their movements were lazy, the
sensations deliciously blurred by drowsiness, and she tilted her pelvis
so that she could rub herself against him. Mmmm... It felt so good,
his hardness sliding against her softness, his heat slick with her own
wetness. He shifted position slightly and reached between her legs, and
the next time she bore down on him, his cock slipped easily into her
depths.
Leaning forward, he kissed her, a long, lingering kiss that was unbroken
by the rhythmic motion of their bodies. His hand on her lower back
guided her in this ancient dance, and the next thing she knew his other
hand was on her face, his fingers seeming to bore down to the very
center of her being. Her mind opened to welcome the heat that diffused
through her thoughts like a slow, all-consuming fire.
Gradually, she became aware that her sleepiness was burning away, almost
as if it were a haze vanishing on a hot summer morning. In its place
grew a burgeoning sense of urgency, and she saw through the link that he
felt it too. Although their lips still touched, he broke the kiss,
concentrating on delving deeper, ever deeper into her mind and her body.
She moved with him, drawing him in, thrusting, pumping...
Smashing her lips against his own to muffle her cries, she felt herself
fly away, soaring, floating, and an instant later he was there, too, his
thoughts shattering into a million tiny fragments and shimmering through
her mind. His brilliance filled her, hot filaments stabbing to her very
core, and she held him tight until the brightness faded to a bearable
glow.
Finally, she looked at him and whispered, "What a great way to start the
day."
"I will not disagree with that statement." He ran his fingers lightly
across her shoulder. "I find, however, that I am much less inclined now
to rise..."
He was interrupted by the sound of loud footsteps thundering through the
living area and up the stairs.
"Spock! Nyota! We slept too late! Can we go out to the beach now?"
Meeting Uhura's eyes conspiratorially, Spock said, "Saavikam, if you
pack quickly, we will have time for a walk on the beach before we go."
She had already started back down the steps as she yelled, "I can pack
very quickly! I will call you when I am done."
They gazed at one another until Uhura sighed and said, "I guess we'd
better get up. It won't take her more than ten minutes to throw her
things into a suitcase."
"I estimate that she will be back in eight point three."
Grinning, Uhura kissed him, then rolled over to her side of the bed.
The sun had ascended just above the edge of the deck, and when she sat
up it almost blinded her. The sky was a beautiful shade of purple,
blending almost seamlessly with the ocean, and she shielded her eyes so
that she could look out at the water.
The mattress shifted as Spock pushed himself to his feet on his side of
the bed, but she didn't hear him cross the floor as she had expected.
She glanced over her shoulder to see that he was also gazing out the
window.
Almost as if he were speaking to himself, he said, "I have heard that
the beaches in Greece are most impressive."
She grinned, watching him. "I guess we'll have to find out."
"Yes."
He nodded and turned to prepare for the day. After a moment, she rose
to do the same.
* * * * * * * *
Reaching under the seat for her carry-on bag, Saavik pulled out the
shiny, brand-new book that Nyota had found at the spaceport, and turned
to the page on hornshells. There it was, her favorite drawing in the
whole book. And the red color was even exactly right! Evidently, the
colors in the book at the beach house had faded, because these pictures
were much nicer.
The woman in the seat next to her leaned over and said, "That's an
interesting shell! I wonder if they are really so bright."
Saavik glanced over at the woman's face. The woman had tried several
times to talk to her, but said silly things like what a pretty little
girl Saavik was, and wasn't it scary sometimes to go into warp in a
shuttle? This was the first sensible thing the woman had said.
Saavik held the book over so that the woman could see. "This is a
hornshell. I found one, and the colors in this picture are accurate."
The woman smiled. "You found one? How exciting! Have you been to the
beach?"
Raising an eyebrow, Saavik refrained from pointing out that she would
hardly have found one somewhere else. "Yes. I am just returning to
Gamma Cygnus after three days on Relan Four."
"Relan Four! I've heard that the beaches there are very nice. It's a
long way from Gamma Cygnus, though. Did you travel all this distance by
yourself?"
Sitting straighter, Saavik said, "Yes, I did. Well, I traveled *almost*
all the way by myself. Spock was with me on the flight between Sarellia
and Relan Four, but I did the rest by myself."
"That's really something. You must be very brave."
Saavik shrugged slightly. "It was not a major undertaking."
Smiling, the woman said, "Is Spock your friend?"
"He is my teacher. And my guardian. He is the first officer on the
Enterprise so I cannot live with him anymore, but I see him relatively
often."
"That's good."
The woman settled back in the seat and picked up her padd again, but
Saavik was warming up to her topic and did not wish to stop talking.
She flipped to a new page in her book and held it over for the woman to
see.
"This shell is called a 'baby bonnet.' Nyota agreed with me that the
name was illogical, however. Why would a baby wear a bonnet like that?
It would restrict the baby's circulation or obscure the baby's vision,
depending on the way the garment was worn. She said that it looked more
like a balloon, although I have never seen a balloon so I cannot judge."
Grinning, the woman said, "And who is Nyota? Is *she* a friend?"
"Yes. She is my friend. She is Spock's friend, too." Saavik lowered
her voice. "His *very good* friend."
"I see."
Suddenly remembering that it was supposed to be a secret, Saavik's eyes
grew big and she pressed her lips together. She picked up her book
and pretended to be engrossed in it, and finally the woman turned back
to her padd.
She flipped to the hornshell picture again, but after a moment her
vision blurred and her eyes drifted away from the page as she thought
about the day. When the announcement was made that it was time for
Nyota to board her shuttle this morning, she and Spock had looked at one
another for a *very* long time. Neither of them said anything, and
Saavik had begun to wonder if he might pull her into his arms and kiss
her just like the people in those stupid holovids that Rosa always
watched. Finally, though, they simply pressed their fingers together
and Nyota turned to leave. Of course, it would have been very unusual
for Spock to act like that, but Nyota probably would have liked it.
Personally, Saavik was immensely relieved that he did not--it would have
been *very* embarrassing.
But it might have been very interesting, too.
Spock and Uhura were going to Earth together in approximately two
months. It would be nice if they took her with them, for she had never
been to Earth and would especially like to see London, but maybe it was
better that the two of them spend some time alone together. It would
allow them the opportunity to make decisions about their future.
Perhaps they would realize what was so clear to Saavik, and decide to
get married. It was obviously the logical thing to do.
And *no one* could argue with logic.
End story
End part three of "Fire, Wind, and Water: The Debussy Suite"
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