She was off duty, sitting in her chair, lost in thought. The Enterprise was in the middle of star-mapping an unknown sector of the galaxy and it was boring as hell. Even though she couldn’t get Jim to admit it, she knew this was in part punishment for his excessive use of force on Amigosa V.
Uhura sat with her legs folded under her, wearing one of Spock’s black T-shirts and her panties. She had not had very much time with either of her lovers; either or both of them were required on the bridge on a near-constant schedule during the star-mapping. She herself was back to a regular-eight hour bridge shift and a four-hour lab shift, regulated mostly to listening to and deciphering subspace frequencies and internal transmissions. She had been bored for a number of days, until earlier today. Dr. McCoy gave her a wonderful piece of news and she wanted to talk to her lovers about it.
Spock’s T-shirt smelled faintly of patchouli, a scent she was deeply fond of and went well with his body chemistry. He had no need of emollients, but as she liked it, he accommodated her. Kirk smelled of sandalwood. Uhura was no longer able to sleep in her nightgown; she had come to love wearing their shirts and falling asleep with their unique scents on her skin. It was as close as she had been able to come to being with them for the past several days. She hated Pike for this dull assignment. Everybody did.
It was late, very late, and she couldn’t sleep. She wanted to see either of them, preferably both. They had not any real time together in several days. She conveyed such to them, but only in looks. That had become their main form of private communication while on duty. Anything else was unacceptable, but there had been brief instances of skin or clothing contact, close proximity, and lingering around her station. It was enough to drive her crazy, and she knew they felt the same way. How was a woman supposed to deal with such a severe intimate cut-off? Masturbation didn’t even come close to relieving her tension. Uhura wanted—demanded—the real thing. She quickly got used to having it while in Kalamar.
She made a cup of tea and was sipping on it when her chime sounded. To her surprise and delight, the captain entered first with the commander a few steps behind. Uhura didn’t even care that they might have been seen entering her quarters at such a late hour; she was just happy they stopped by. When the door closed, she got up and went to them. They had a way of embracing; Kirk in front, Spock behind, with her in between. Spock, who was definitely a breast man, would put his arms around her and cup them, running his thumbs over her nipples. Kirk always grabbed her by the ass. She would cradle Spock’s head and stroke Kirk’s cheek. Spock would bury his face on the right side of her neck and Kirk would touch her forehead with his. And they would press together in such a way that was mind-blowing, sex to sex, heat to heat. Uhura had never felt so safe and secure as she did when in their arms. They were like that for several long moments. Spock was gently kissing behind her ear. Kirk rubbed his nose along her eyebrows.
“Hi,” she whispered.
Kirk grazed his lips along her ocular ridge. “Mmn, hi yourself.”
Spock kissed her earlobe. “Hello.”
“How were you able to get away from the bridge?”
“We both decided to take the night off. Unless there’s something that requires my presence, I’m going to get some sleep. Lieutenant Campbell has the conn.”
“Oh,” she said, not really caring. She was glad they were there. “Do you want something to eat?”
“I want to lie down,” Kirk said. “With you.”
“Affirmative,” Spock said.
They released her and she smiled. “Well, you know where the bedroom is. I’ll be there shortly.”
Uhura returned with tea and a light repast of fruit, cheese, and bread. They were in bed, waiting for her. She had a queen, so it was a very snug fit, but it did not matter. She set the tray on the bed and scooted between them. She fixed Spock’s tea the way he preferred and ripped the bread into chunks for Kirk to eat. She ate with them, delighting in their quiet comfort. Many times, they didn’t feel the need to speak when they had brief moments together. The bridge was loud and bright; their world outside of it was quiet and dim. It was a nice balance.
She cleared the tray and snuggled between them, getting under the covers. Kirk rested his head on one arm so that he could look at her. Spock did likewise, sliding one hand underneath her shirt so that he could caress her belly. Soon, Kirk’s fingers joined his, making circles around her navel. She sighed and sank into the bed. They did that all the time, even while she was menstruating. She found it thrilling that they weren’t put off by her whenever she had her period. It was a delicious sensation, having such masterful and fearless hands on her stomach.
“I have something to tell you,” she said.
“What?” Kirk dipped a finger into her belly button.
“I got some news from Dr. McCoy earlier today.”
“Good or bad?” Kirk’s eyebrow rose in a fair imitation of Spock, but his fingers did not stop moving.
“Good. Great news, actually.”
“Are you pregnant?” Spock asked. His expression had not changed. She could have been commenting on the weather.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to have a baby with you, Nyota, but the timing’s not real good right now—”
She laughed. “You’re so funny, Jim.”
“I know, I’m a real riot, but seriously—”
“If you are pregnant, Nyota, then you know that the captain and I will adjust and accommodate, regardless as to the inconvenience.”
Kirk stared at her. “Are you pregnant?”
“Well, if I was, then I know how the both of you would feel about it. But don’t worry. I’m not pregnant. I get my shots regularly. I don’t want a baby either.” How would she ever be able to explain it to her parents?
Kirk breathed a sigh of relief and touched her forehead with his. “Good. I mean, I’m not ready to be a father yet, but if you were, I’d, well, I would…”
“The captain’s desire to pontificate has grown tiresome. What did you want to tell us?” Spock said.
“Pontificate my ass. You know you’re not ready to be a daddy either, you dingus. Anyway, baby...?”
Uhura laughed. Spock and Kirk’s banter was inherently amusing and downright entertaining. “I need a favor, Jim.”
“You know that I’ll do anything you want, Nyota.”
“I know that.”
“What is it?” Spock asked.
“Dr. McCoy told me that he heard from the hospital in Kalamar. Dez has recovered.”
“Fascinating,” Spock said, moving one hand up to caress her breast. He ran his thumb over her nipple.
“Really?” Kirk said.
“Yes. She responded very well to the treatments and therapy. She’s tough.”
“That she is,” Kirk said.
“But she’s never going to be the same again,” Uhura said. “McCoy said that they were able to repair her injuries, and she’s physically fine, but no woman will ever truly get over…what she went through.”
“No, I do not imagine that she will,” Spock said. “She suffered a traumatic experience.”
“What is it that you want, Nyota?” Kirk asked.
“Can we go back and get her?”
Spock raised an eyebrow. Kirk looked thoughtful.
“I think it would go a long way towards helping her move forward if she could come back to the Enterprise. Maybe eventually get her job back. I just can’t leave her there, not after everything that happened.”
Kirk closed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss her. “That is one of the reasons why I’m so in love with you.”
“Do you think she is capable of resuming her duties?” Spock asked.
“Not right off, of course,” Uhura said. “Gradually. But she’s one of us. I don’t want her to be left there, as much as I love Kalamar. She needs to be back on this ship. Having a tangible goal will help her get better faster.”
“That is logical,” Spock said. “However, we are fifty light years away from Veridian III, in the middle of a star-mapping mission.”
“And yes, it must be done and we have no time frame and Pike wants regular reports and all that jazz. We can come back and finish; it won’t take too long to swing by and pick her up. Please?”
“We cannot just ‘swing by,’ Lieutenant,” Spock said. “Traveling at warp factor eight point five, it will take 14.6 days to reach Veridian III.”
“Then we can travel at warp nine,” she said, stroking Spock’s chin. “It’ll shave off a day or two.”
“Traveling at warp factor nine will take us 12.1 days to reach Veridian III.”
Kirk looked thoughtful.
“Please, Jim?” She looked at him, pleading with her eyes. He ran a finger over her nose and cocked his head to one side. Then he looked at Spock. “What do you think?”
“I find no fault with her logic. However, considering the distance, it would be best to make a formal request to Admiral Pike. After what happened on Amigosa V, we must tread very carefully in terms of regulations, Captain.”
“Please, Jim? Please? It would mean a lot to me to have Dez back with us. You know, I spent a lot of time with her while she was in the hospital. Even though she couldn’t speak to me, I felt like she knew I was there.”
He closed his eyes for a moment and then looked at her. “Okay. I’ll have to get permission, but I don’t think Pike will object.”
“Thank you,” she said, locking her arms around his neck. “Thank you, Jim. What can I do to return the favor?” She released him.
“You don’t have to do anything,” he said. “It’s enough that Spock and I can keep a smile—that one—on your face.”
“I concur,” Spock said. “Though, I must admit I would find a kiss acceptable.”
“Gladly,” she said, bringing his head down to hers. She ran her fingers through his hair. Kirk gazed at them, smiling. He would get his turn with her momentarily. He took a moment to absently run a finger along the tip of Spock’s ear. They had become extraordinarily comfortable with each other since forming a triad with Uhura.
A few minutes later, she sighed. “I have really missed you, missed this. I never thought that our intimacy would be as interrupted as it has been lately. I mean, after Kalamar and the first couple of weeks back on board…then to be shut down like that…” She sighed. Bereft was not even close to describe how she felt.
“I know,” Kirk said. “But I have to own up to my duty. I can’t afford to put one toe out of line, not right now. But I will not allow such an interruption to continue. We will have to find a way. Spock’s duty and mine are unrestricted in terms of bridge time, but there are no guarantees that we will have as much time together as we once did. I can’t believe that Pike insists that I constantly be on the bridge during a star-mapping excursion. I know he’s doing it to reel me in. Maybe we’ll be able to be together when this lame assignment is done.”
“You really expect me to wait a few weeks before I can have sex with you and Spock again? Are you nuts?”
Spock raised an eyebrow. “I do not think it was sexual intimacy that Jim was referring to, Nyota.”
“I hope not,” she said.
“Hell no,” Kirk said. “I meant luxury time like this. Like we had in Kalamar.”
“I will forever love that place,” she said. It marked the beginning of her new life.
“As will I,” Spock said.
“Me too,” Kirk agreed. “But sex? There’s no way I’m going without that. I expect you to give me some on a regular basis. I mean, really, a man can handle but so much…” He grinned at her. “Spock and I are gonna have to start eating cookies in my ready room if this foolishness keeps up.”
Kirk had started referring to Uhura’s sex as ‘cookies’ not long after they returned to space. It was all the fault of Uhura’s best friends, a hot Orion named Gaila and a sexy Betazoid named Irish. Kirk had a manner of inserting it into his bridge-speak in very creative ways. Uhura would have to bite her lip to keep from grinning like a mental patient. Whenever he said something about wanting to eat some cookies, it had dual results: Yeoman Rand would go get him some and Uhura would get wet. She knew what kind of cookies he preferred.
“Well, that has not been the case in the past few days. I mean, I’ve been rather lonely at night. My bed feels enormous. And I haven’t been dancing because I’ve become addicted to using my pole.”
“You know that you have access to my quarters, baby,” Kirk said, lying down beside her. He slid his hand back underneath her shirt. Spock continued to stroke her nipple. He liked it when they sprang up underneath his fingers. He once told her that they tasted like Vulcan truffles, and Kirk started calling them that. Her erogenous zones now had code names. It made times on the bridge quite interesting.
“As you do mine,” Spock said. “It is illogical for you to go without your exercise.”
“I prefer an audience,” she said.
“My little freak,” Kirk said, kissing her forehead. “Are you tired?”
She waved her hand. “Yes, but I thought you wanted to get some rest.”
“Oh, I will. However, first things first,” Kirk said. “Mr. Spock, if you would kindly get rid of that shirt…?”