Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

The Way to Man's Heart is Through his Stomach	By : Clarissa_Eden Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 3301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, or any of the characters belonging to the franchise. I do not make money from writing this, it's just for fun.

Chapter List
- 15
- 16
- 17
Elizabeth wasn't sure what woke her up the morning after her night with Spock. She didn't really care either. She could still feel him pressed up against her back, and his arm was thrown over her side, holding her in place. She let out a happy sigh; it felt right being here in his arms. She couldn't describe the feeling of knowing that he cared for her just as much as she had come to care for him. For weeks, the relationship between them had teetered on the edge of something and nothing, and last night it had plummeted into the something category.
She was just so happy. Nothing short of a supernova threatening to destroy the ship could ruin this moment. She was in the arms of a wonderful man, whom her son liked and would probably accept. Thinking of Caleb, she found herself wondering how Jim had managed. Jim had been pestering her for a while to let him have Caleb for the night, arguing that Bones got him from time to time, so as Caleb’s other Uncle, he should have him sometimes as well. She gave in after not too long, it was hard to resist Jim's sad puppy look sometimes, and even Spock had agreed that Jim's argument was logically sound. Smiling softly to herself, she snuggled into Spock's chest.
From the pattern of his breathing, she presumed that Spock was still sleeping. She was just about to rejoin the land of sleep when she heard it. A shuffling sound of someone moving around inside her quarters. Before she could do anything the door to her bedroom swung open and James Kirk appeared in the door way, calling over his shoulder, "Caleb I'll just see if your mom's... Holy crap!"
Letting out a shriek Elizabeth clasped the bed clothes to her chest, as Spock jumped from being pulled from sleep suddenly. Freezing for a second, Jim let out a flurry of apologies as he slammed the door shut on the couple.
"Momma?" Caleb called out running towards his mother's room, clearly panicked by hearing her scream.
"It's ok Caleb; I just surprised your mom. She's fine." Jim told the distressed boy. Whilst thinking to himself, I bet she's more than fine.
"But..." Caleb interjected, trying to get past the Captain to get to his mom.
"Hey, I have an idea. Your mom's gonna need a shower, so why don't we go and see Uncle Bones and play a game of Fizbin, like I taught you last night? You can see your mom at breakfast." Without giving the boy time to answer, Jim swept him up in his arms, much to Caleb's protests, and practically ran out the door.

A stunned Elizabeth and a rigid Spock remained still as they over heard the dialogue between Jim and Caleb. When it was clear that they were alone once more, Elizabeth buried her head in her hands.
"Oh God, why is this happening?" She moaned in utter despair.
"I don't think calling out to an unknown deity is going to help Elizabeth." Spock responded, rubbing her back slightly. It was clear that he was trying to comfort her; he was just doing a shitty job of it.
Flopping back on the bed, Elizabeth moaned again. She still couldn't accept the fact that Jim Kirk had seen her in bed, with Spock, naked. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not after last night was so perfect. A realisation then struck her, sitting up again suddenly, making Spock jump for the second time that morning.
"Computer, what time is it?" She called out clearly panicked.
"The present time, according to the ships chronometer, is 0615 hours."
"Shit!" Elizabeth cried out springing from the bed and running for the shower. Spock couldn't help himself as he watched her run across the room, his eyes falling very quickly to the curve of her backside.
Elizabeth practically dived into the sonic shower headfirst, she was going to be late, she normally served the first round of breakfasts at 0730, and she had less than an hour to make something for the officers in her care. Then it dawned on her, the galley was still in the state she had left it in the night before.
‘This is what hell feels like.’ She thought to herself, ‘Spock killed me last night in the throes of our passion and I was sent to hell.’
‘I think you're wrong my ashal-veh, you are most defiantly not in hell.’ Spock's voice sounded in her head, and for the second time that morning, Elizabeth let out a shriek of surprise as she exited the sonic shower, nearly slipping in the process.
Storming into the bedroom, fully nude, she eyed Spock suspiciously. She could feel his amusement in her head, and was less than impressed.
"Why is it that I can hear you in my head?"
‘We shared a mind meld lest night, clearly it is still connecting our minds.’ He responded, again in her mind, whilst admiring her form as she stood before him.
"Stop it!" She commanded, at the same time she moved over to her dresser to choose the clothes she would wear for the day.
Spock moved over to her and wrapped her in his arms, gently nuzzling her neck, whilst his right hand ghosted over her breast, giving it a soft squeeze. ‘But I cannot. The meld should have worn off by now of it’s own accord. I do not know why this is not the case.’
"No, stop talking to me in my head, you were born with a mouth and vocal chords for a reason you know." She snapped back, she really needed to get to the galley, and he was distracting her with his hands and his weird Vulcan Voodoo mind control crap. She was so tempted to stay here with him.
‘But if I use our meld for communication, it leaves my mouth free to do other things.’ He then spun her round in his arms and claimed her lips in the day's first searing kiss, which Elizabeth soon melted into. ‘So it is only logical to communicate 'in your head', as you say.’
"No, I need to go. I have breakfast to make." She insisted breaking the kiss, even though she really didn't want to. And then I have to think of a way of explaining this to Jim, she thought to herself.
‘Don't worry about the Captain my ashal-veh. I shall deal with him accordingly.’ Spock told her as she slipped on a clean set of underwear and a pair of jeans.
Elizabeth grabbed a shirt and donned it en-route to the door, pausing briefly to press a quick kiss to Spock's lip, calling over her shoulder as she left her quarters, "I told you to stop doing that, and thank you, I'll see you at breakfast."
Spock was still revelling in the emotions he had experienced the night before, it had been a long time since he had been intimate with a woman, but he was certain he had never felt like this post coitus. He genuinely didn't know why their mind meld had remained intact once they fell asleep; it usually disintegrated once both parties lost consciousness. However, he was starting to realise it had something to do with Elizabeth's proximity to him. She was moving further away from him, and he could now no longer hear her thoughts, but he could still feel her emotions, she was stressed and annoyed with herself for over sleeping. ‘Fascinating’ Spock pondered briefly.

A faint smile crossed Spock's features as he dressed for the trip to his own quarters. There he would shower, re-dress and then find the Captain, they had something very important to discuss.
- 15
- 16
- 17
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Way to Man's Heart is Through his Stomach