The K/S/U Trilogy

For readers who are electing to read "What You Owe Me," it will help give you perspective if you read the preceding two fics.  It was intended to be a trilogy.  I regret not being able to finish it.

Folie a Trois (15/15)

Redirect: Kalamar

Uhura dismissed Sira for the rest of the day.  She suggested the idea of a threesome and both men were stunned.  They looked at one another.  Clearly the idea of sharing the lovely Uhura hadn’t occurred to either man.

“What other alternative is there?” she asked.  “Neither of you will walk away.  And I can’t choose because I’m in love with the both of you.  So the logical thing to do is to form a triad.”

“I don’t want to share you,” Kirk said.  “I’m selfish.”

Spock remained silent. 

Uhura looked into Kirk’s endless blue eyes.  “Then walk away.”

“No,” he said.

Folie a Trois (14/15)

Healing

Upon the news that the entire Amigosian colony was wiped out and a number of Starfleet members killed, Admiral Pike ordered the Enterprise to Starbase 3.14 in the Veridian system so that an investigation could take place and the starship could be serviced.  The crew was grounded for almost four months on Veridian III, in the city of Kalamar.  Kirk could have cared less about the grounding.  He was ready to accept full responsibility for what happened.  It had been a year since they left Earth, and the Enterprise’s crew deserved some shore leave.  Kirk instructed the crew to enjoy the time off and not to worry about the outcome of the investigation.  Kalamar was a beautiful, bustling metropolis with lots of sun and wonderful beaches.

After the catastrophe on Amigosa V, Spock stayed in his quarters for seven whole days, meditating.  He had to get back in control.  He would not allow himself to return to duty until he was himself again.  Losing his senses like that was unacceptable, but seeing Uhura under attack and nanoseconds from rape made his resultant behavior…logical.  The commander killed the two Amigosians with his bare hands.  Kirk actually was able to get a shot off, but Spock bellowed in rage and knocked the one known as Ishtar off of Uhura and started punching him.  The other, Land’har, rushed to aid his leader and Spock effortlessly took on both humanoids and choked them to death. 

Spock was against senseless murder; so killing the two Amigosians spoke volumes.  After he returned to the Enterprise, Kirk wisely stayed out of the Vulcan’s way and ordered his officers to do the same.  He knew that Spock was unfit for duty, and he let him take the time he needed to regain his senses.  He knew that the commander would find his way back; that he would be all right.

Uhura was under McCoy’s care since they left Amigosa V.  Brenda and Didi had been savagely raped and died from internal injuries. Dez had also been raped, but the interruption by her fellow officers left her somewhat physically intact.  Comparatively speaking, Uhura had gotten off lightly.  She had a concussion, a strained back and neck, and cuts and bruises.  But she was distraught over what happened to her fellow officers.  McCoy kept her and Dez isolated in sickbay until they could get to Veridian III.  McCoy also advised that Uhura spend time with the ship’s counselor to deal with what had happened to her.  He ordered Kirk to stay away, and the captain had no choice.  He had his own situations to deal with, as Pike was furious over what took place.  But Kirk checked in with McCoy regularly.  He was relieved that Uhura was physically fine, but he was concerned that she wouldn’t be able to get over this.  He regretted not ordering her to remain on board the starship.

When the ship docked at Starbase 314, Dez was transferred to a Starfleet hospital.  The Bajoran was catatonic.  Uhura was staying in a private facility near Kalamar’s blue-green ocean.  McCoy kept her location secret, as she did not need visitors.  She healed physically and was healing emotionally.  The place where she was had a private beach and she had full access.  She spent her days in solitude and therapy.  Sometimes she went to the hospital to visit Dez.   Her evenings were spent either watching the ocean or walking on the beach.  Meals were delivered to her quarters and she did not have contact with anyone other than her therapist, nurse, and Dr. McCoy. Uhura wasn’t ready to deal with anything or anyone else.  She was grateful for the peace and quiet.  It gave her the time she needed to heal and to think about a lot of things. 

Five weeks into her recuperation, she was lying on a chaise watching the waves when she heard the nurse answer the door and an argument ensue.

“I don’t give a damn what Bones told you to do; I’m her captain and I need to see her. It’s been almost six weeks!  Get the hell out of my way—”

“She is not allowed to have visitors, Captain Kirk.”

“I don’t give a shit—!”  A scuffle.

“Captain, perhaps a different tack would be beneficial to our cause.  Excuse me, what is your name?  Sira?  Nurse Sira, it is essential that we, as Lt. Uhura’s commanding officers, check on her progress.  As you can see, it is very important to the captain to know that his communications expert is—”

“Sira, is it?  Get the hell out of my way…”

“Officers, I must ask you to—”

Another scuffle ensued.  Uhura shook her head.  Captain Kirk would fight anybody, but Sira was a formidable nurse.  She got up and went to the foyer.  Kirk and Spock were at the doorway.  Spock stood as he always did, hands behind his back, his face impassive.  Kirk was scrapping with Sira, who was Klingon, six and a half feet tall, and outweighed him by a hundred pounds.  Sira wasn’t about to let him in.

A smile broke across Uhura’s face.  She hadn’t realized until that moment that she missed them.  “It’s okay, Sira.  They can come in.”

Kirk glared at the nurse as he shoved past her.  Uhura led them to the living room where she was sitting.  “Go on, sit down.”  She motioned toward the couch.  Kirk sat.  Spock didn’t.  She lay back down on her chaise, covering herself with a blanket.  Kirk gazed at her, unable to keep his worry out of his expression.

“How are you, Lieutenant?”  Spock said.  She knew he wouldn’t sit down.

“I’m well, Commander.  How did you find me?”

Kirk dispensed with the formalities.  “I hacked into Bones’ medical database.  He has been suffering from fucking lockjaw when it comes to you.  He wouldn’t tell me anything.  He wouldn’t even tell me where you were, so I had to do what I had to do.  I nearly beat it out of him.  I needed to see you for myself.  The last time I saw you, you were unconscious in sickbay…”

“I’m fine, Captain.”

“Jim,” he said.  “Please don’t call me Captain, not now…”

“Fine has variable definitions; fine is unacceptable,” Spock said.  “I must know how you are feeling, Lieutenant.  Are you well?”

“I suffered a concussion, a sore back and neck, and some scratches and bruises, so physically, I am healed.  Mentally, it is taking some time.  I’m doing a lot better than I was.  I was almost raped.  Dez was raped and now she’s catatonic.  Brenda and Didi were murdered.  I’m lucky to have survived at all.”  She gazed at Kirk.  “I should have listened to you, Jim.  I should have stayed on the ship.  I’m so sorry I didn’t do what you asked me to.”  Her eyes glazed with tears.  “I’m so sorry.”

Spock remained where he was, to his credit.  Kirk was by her side immediately, hugging her.  “It’s okay.  I knew you weren’t going to do what I say; you never do what I say.  What happened was no one’s fault.”

She put her arms around him and cried into his shoulder.  Spock moved closer to her, wanting to comfort her, but was not exactly sure how to do it.  He acknowledged that his commanding officer was quite proficient at it.  In two minutes and seven seconds, she was no longer crying. 

Kirk cupped her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips.  “It’s okay, Nyota.”

She touched his face.  “I have missed you and Spock.  I did not realize it until you knocked on my door.”  She pulled away from Kirk and reached out her hand to Spock.  “Come closer.”

A look crossed his face and he stepped forward, taking her hand.  Uhura was treated to flashes of his concern, his worry, and his great relief that she was well.  She saw his rage at what happened, his subsequent behavior, and his discipline.  She saw that he wanted to comfort her and to hold her.  She understood that he could not.  Not right now.

“Sit, Spock.  Sit on the other side of me.”

He did so.  She took a deep breath, sighing.  She had missed them.  “I need to say something.  I’ve had some time to think about everything that has happened within the past year.  There has been a lot going on between us.  It’s all my fault—”

“That is an illogical statement, Lieutenant—”

She placed her fingers against Spock’s lips.  “Shh,” she said.  “Let me finish.”

He closed his eyes at the feel of her fingers against his mouth.

“It’s my fault because I was being selfish.  I liked the idea of you two fighting over me.  I was invigorated by the fact that two hot men—yes, you two—found me so desirable that they were willing to engage in competition for my hand.  Especially when I thought that no one on this ship was interested in me that way.”

“Bullshit,” Kirk said.  “If it hadn’t been Spock or me, it would have been Sulu.  Cupcake’s got it bad for you too, but of course he’s a loser.  And Scotty has a crush on you.”

“He does?” she said.  “I already knew about Brett and Spock told me about Sulu, but I didn’t know about Scotty.”

Kirk nodded.  “You’ve got the pilot sprung.  Cupcake’s name is Brett?  I had no idea.”

“That is because you have never bothered to learn the crew manifest, Captain.”

“Why would I?  That’s your job, Commander.”

Uhura chuckled.  She had really missed these two wonderful men.  She smiled at them.  “Of course, I was so caught up in my own thing that I didn’t see that I was wrong and had been wrong.  I should have never allowed you two to fight over me.  This thing between the three of us is madness.  Nothing is worth the peace and functionality of a stable command crew on the Federation flagship.  Your individual passion for me caused things to escalate and I encouraged it because it felt good.  I am sorry that I led the both of you on.  Please forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” Kirk said.  “Unless you’re telling me you won’t have me.”

“Are you choosing?” Spock asked.  Suddenly, both men looked apprehensive.  Uhura took a moment to appreciate the cuteness of it.  She would have bet her position on the Enterprise that no one had ever seen either man look that way.  It was a moment she would cherish.

“I can’t,” she said.  “I can’t choose between you.  I want both of you.  How that is possible, I have no idea.  It is what it is.  It’s as if my life is complete with both of you in it.  And it is unfair for me to put you in that position.  I’m sorry.  If I can’t decide between you, then I will choose not to choose either of you.  So this is it.”

She leaned forward and kissed Spock on the lips while caressing his face.  Then she did the same to Kirk.  They just stared at her, disbelieving what she was saying.

“I heard your discussion when we were in the cabin on Amigosa.  After hearing that, I knew that I could not risk hurting either of you, and so I won’t.  Go and find other women to love.  You’re free of me.”

Spock reacted first, so sharply it was as if he had been shocked.  He grabbed her neck and pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes.  Uhura inhaled at the images and emotions he conveyed.  The passion in them was overwhelming and she felt it everywhere.  After a minute, he was able to speak.

“I do not want to find another to love, Lieutenant,” he said.  “I do not wish to be free of you.  Ever.”

He released her.  She breathed deeply, taking a moment to process all that he had shown her.  Kirk gave her a few moments, as he was well aware of the emotional transference that took place during a mind meld.  He took her hand and massaged her palm. 

“I can’t do what he just did,” he began.  “All I know is that I have no intention of letting you get away from me.  I have no desire to be with another woman.  I don’t want any woman but you.  I almost lost you.  I cannot tell you how afraid I was that I would never see you again.  I won’t let that happen.  If I have to pull rank, then so be it.  Nyota Uhura, I order you to have me, to be with me, to live with me and love with me.  I order you to be everything with me.  I don’t care what I have to do to make that happen.  I was willing to commit genocide for you.”

“I hope it never comes to that again,” she said.  “And you don’t have to pull rank.  But there is no rational solution to this problem.  How do you expect me to choose between you?  How, especially after all that’s happened?  I think it’s easier for me to just walk away; that way neither of you will be hurt.  I can’t do that to you.  I won’t be a woman that ruins a good man.  I won’t do that.  I’d rather be without you than hurt you.”

“No,” Spock said.

“I don’t want to hear that, Nyota,” Kirk said.  “I’m not leaving you.  I put my heart on the line for you, just for you, only for you.  I can’t just pick it up and give it to another woman.”

 She held hands with both men, caressing her cheeks with their fingers. “I’m trying to walk away and you won’t let me.  So if the both of you refuse to accept my decision, then where does that leave us? ”

“A predicament, to be sure, Spock said.

“A definite problem,” Kirk agreed.

“So,” she said, kissing each man’s knuckle.  “What do we do about it?”

*        *        *

When the Enterprise left Veridian III eight weeks later, the investigation was complete and the crew returned to duty.  Kirk was reprimanded for use of excessive force.  The Federation was misled by the Amigosians and the death of many Starfleet officers made Kirk’s actions somewhat justifiable, even though he violated the Prime Directive.  However, Admiral Pike understood the captain’s aggression in retaliating and did not restrict his duty.  The Enterprise was headed to rendezvous with the fleet in the Laurentian system.

*

She was dancing again.  She moved around, lifting, twirling and spinning in oh so mysterious ways.  Uhura was totally and completely healed.  She slid to the floor in and came up in her usual manner, caressing herself.  Then she grabbed the pole and pulled herself up, then allowed her body to circle down in a move Irish called the sunwheel.  Coming to her feet, she smiled towards the back of the room.

“Fascinating,” was a response.

“Do that again,” was another.

Complying with the wishes of her lovers, she grasped the pole, but merely held on to it as she arched backwards and extended a leg.  When she first learned how to pole, she was nervous, but after recalling her Amigosa experience, she moved into the exercises with no fear.  And it got wondrous results.  They loved it.  She figured she owed them for their patience with her during their courtship.

“That’s so damned hot,” the captain said.  “I love it when you do that.”

“I would like it if you did that again,” the commander said.

She came to her feet.  “I’d rather do something else.  Computer, retract and cease playlist.  Authorization Uhura: Delta Sigma 01.” Then she reached into a nearby candy dish to get a handful of Andorian Jujubees.  Kirk was now a diehard fan of the explosive sweet and kept them on hand for Uhura to eat.

The pole retracted into the ceiling.  Uhura walked towards the bed and crawled in between them, popping two jujubees in her mouth.  Kirk leaned over and kissed her first, using his tongue to retrieve one of the candies before she bit into it.  She smiled at him.

“They’re so much better once you’ve sucked on them,” he said, leaning to kiss the tip of her nose.

Uhura turned to Spock to receive his kiss, delighting once again in his oral skills.  That tongue trick of his never failed to excite her.  Spock could kiss like a motherfucker.  So could Kirk.  It was a definite bonus.     

Uhura lay on her stomach, her head resting on her folded arms.  Spock, who was obsessed with her back, ran his nimble fingers over the curve of it, unfastening her bra strap.  Kirk merely rubbed her ass while kissing her forehead.

“I have a query, Nyota.”

“What is it, Spock?”

“I have noticed that you have been receiving roses for quite some time.  I have been meaning to ask you, who has been sending them to you?”

“You mean it’s not you?”  Uhura gasped.  She’d figured they were from either him or from Kirk.  She never bothered to ask and they never said.

“Nor is it me,” Kirk said.  “I didn’t think you’d fall for something like that.  I thought it was Spock sending you roses.”

“Well, who would send me roses and not acknowledge it…?”  She was puzzled.  The roses were delivered regularly, every month.  She had come to adore them and had even taken to putting them in her bathwater and scattering them on her sheets.  They liked that.

“Who knows,” Kirk said.  “I told you, there are plenty of men on this ship who have a thing for you.  Maybe it was one of them.  Maybe it’s Sulu.  Scotty’s not a flower guy; he’d be more apt to buy you a drink.  It’s probably Cupcake’s unimaginative ass.”

“His name is Brett, Jim.”

“Whatever.”

“Captain, you really need to learn your crew manifest.  Mr. Willis is your head of security.”

“Why do I need to know that when you can very easily tell me, Spock?”

Uhura shook her head.  “Boys,” she warned.

“It is logical that you may be receiving flowers from either Mr. Sulu or Mr. Willis,” Spock said.  “I am not bothered by another man being enamored of you.”

“Good to know that you’re not jealous,” she said, turning to kiss Spock’s eyebrow.  “I don’t think I can say the same for Skippy over here.”

Kirk merely smacked her buttock.  He had never been as content as he was now.  Commanding the Enterprise was so much easier, knowing that she was his anchor and saved him from himself on a nightly basis.  Spock’s calm presence in his private life helped more than he cared to admit.  Spock was able to submit to her, making it much easier to use his cold logic in every other area of his life.  Uhura was right; there was a balance between the three of them, with her as the fulcrum.

“Please clarify for me the nature of the Skippy reference.  I have heard you call him that before and I do not understand.  It is completely illogical.”

She smiled at him.  “A slang term for the captain of a ship is ‘skipper.’  When he took the Kobayashi Maru exam for the third time, he insisted that I end each of my statements with ‘Captain.’  He also did it while we were on the bridge.  He made me so mad one time after assuming command of the Enterprise that I called him Skippy, meaning it to be an insult.”

Kirk rubbed her ass.  “It was an insult the first time you said it.  After that, it turned me on to get you mad enough to call me that.  I love it when you’re angry with me.”

“Jim, I hate you,” she said. Their banter resumed shortly after they got together, and it was layered with so much innuendo and subtext that it was inherently more fun than before.  She could leave him on the bridge all hot and bothered and there was nothing he could do about it until later.  Spock merely reaped the benefits.

“You weren’t saying that earlier,” Kirk teased.  “In fact, I do believe you were saying the opposite.”

Uhura grabbed her pillow and hit her blue-eyed lover.  “I hate you.  I really do.”

“Fascinating,” Spock said.  “Skippy.”  He resumed massaging her back.

 “Don’t think I’m going to let you call me that, Spock.  And yes,” Kirk said, fingering the dimple above her ass, “Skippy here would have an issue with another man being in love with you.  It’s bad enough that I’ve agreed to share you with the commander.  I’m not doing it with anyone else.”

“Nor am I,” Spock said.

Uhura shrugged.  “It doesn’t matter anyway.  I have then men I want.”  She winced when Spock touched a sore spot.  “Jim, I’m going to have to use your bathtub again tonight.  Spock, I’ll need another massage.”

“I will rub you down any time you wish, dear Nyota.”  He kissed the tender place on her back.

“You’re using us,” Kirk said.  “You’re using Spock as your personal masseur and you’re using me just because I have a bathtub.”  Ever since they got together, Uhura had been spending a lot of time in his tub.  Usually, she was not alone.  It was large enough for that.

“I admit; that is one of the better perks to being the captain’s girl and the commander’s lady, in addition to you having a bed that can hold the three of us.  So maybe I am using you until someone with better benefits comes along.”  She smiled into her pillow, knowing that such a thing wasn’t possible.  Spock and Kirk combined came with maximum perks, including the ability to make her scream in ecstasy. 

“That’s not about to happen, Nyota,” Kirk said.  “But you can use my tub anytime.  You know that.”

Spock started kneading the sore spot on her back.  She sighed.  He was so good at that.

“I know.  But seriously, Jim, spinning still makes me sore.  I cannot believe you were able to get a pole installed in your quarters and a mirror put over your bed.  I don’t know how you pulled that off or how you justified it.  How did you get Pike to authorize that?  Especially since he was pissed about what happened on Amigosa.”  Uhura had quickly come to love the freedom and inhibition of pole work and ceiling mirrors.  She was not the only one.

“I’ll never tell.  The mirror’s just so I can watch when we make love.  But I told you that if you chose me, I’d get you a pole.  I’m glad you learned how to use it while we were in Kalamar.  Your friend Irish is amazing.”

“I agree with the captain’s assessment.  She is quite remarkable.”

“She is,” Uhura said.  “You have no idea.” 

Irish’s starship, the U.S.S. Hood, was on shore leave in another Veridian city.  When Irish heard that the Enterprise was grounded in Kalamar, it took her no time to get in touch with Uhura.  And when she discovered her best friend deep inside a love triangle with Captain Kirk and Commander Spock, Irish pulled out all the stops and taught her best friend how to do several kinky things that would please them, including how to use a pole.  Irish instructed Uhura that it was time to let her freak flag fly.  Uhura had been quite surprised to learn that Irish had a pole, and even more surprised to find out she liked using it. 

“This will blow their minds,” Irish had said.  “You will have them eating out of your hand once you whip this baby out on them.  I can see Captain Fine and Commander Hotness turning into drooling horny fools after you do a little routine.  Trust me.  I’ve got half of Engineering at my beck and call and the other half’s on deck.”

Uhura knew better than to doubt her friend. “You’re such a slut, Irish!”

“And you are too, lachia!  Don’t tell me you’re not screwing fine ass Kirk and sexy ass Spock on a daily basis.  Men that fine will turn you into a slut.  But it’s not a bad thing.  Let it fly, Nyo!  Let the flag fly!”

When Irish first saw her with Spock and Kirk, the lovely Betazoid openly stared both men up and down and saucily informed them, “If Nyo can’t figure out how to fuck you two, come and find me.  I’ll show her how it’s done.” And she winked at them.  “You two are so damned hot!”  Irish didn’t give a hoot that she was addressing officers of a higher rank.

The tips of Spock’s ears actually flushed a pale green and Kirk merely smiled and said, “Don’t worry.  She knows how to fuck us. Very well, in fact.”

“Good,” Irish replied.  “And you’d better do the same.”  Then she grinned wickedly.  “But if you ever want a jump off, you can still come find me.”

Had it been any woman other than Irish or Gaila flirting with her men like that, Uhura would have put an old-fashioned Starfleet beatdown on the offending little tramp.  But as it was her wonderfully horny and informative best friend, Uhura let it slide.  She knew Irish was just talking smack.

Before she left, Irish gave Uhura one last piece of advice.  “Nyo, you’re going to do this right,” she said.  “An experience like this is about as frequent as a supernova.  Love as hard as you can for as long as you can.  You’ve got a serious thing here with Captain Fine and Commander Hotness!  I’m so fucking jealous, lachia!”  And then she hugged Uhura.  “Mission accomplished!”

Uhura continued.  “And I must confess, Irish has been absolutely right about everything.”

Spock was kissing her vertebrae and she was getting excited again.  She loved it when he did that.  “What was she right about?”

She smiled into the pillow.  Kirk was also kissing her back.  “Oh…that Vulcans could be sexy…that Captain Kirk could bring it…that I should let my freak flag fly…”

“Freak flag?” Spock looked up from her thoracic vertebrae.  “May I inquire as to what that is?”

Kirk was removing her panties.  She sighed as she felt him kiss her buttocks.  He had a thing for her ass.  And her boobs.  And her legs.  Truth be told, Kirk had a thing for all her body parts.  He was an equal-opportunity sucker. 

“Oh, just to be with whom I want to be with and do what I want to do, no matter what anyone thinks.  Forming a triad with my captain and my commander—that could be considered freaky.  If only they knew,” she said, smiling a very secret smile.  There was a lot to be said about superior officers’ freak flags.  Kirk had a big one.

“Then I’m letting mine fly as well,” Kirk murmured into the skin of her ass. “I never thought I’d be here, freely doing this with you and another man.”

“Fascinating metaphor.  I would have to conclude that, if I were to actually have a flag attached to my person, it would also be in motion because this is completely inappropriate and illogical.  It is a complete disregard of Vulcan sensibilities and Starfleet regulations.”

“And yet you can’t keep your hands off her,” Kirk sneered.  “Told you logic had nothing to do with this.”

Uhura laughed.  Spock and Kirk had a delightful back and forth of their own.  It was completely hilarious.

Spock resumed kissing her back, moving to her neck and shoulders.  He was completely captivated with the curves and planes of her body.  There were those rare times when she felt like she would be consumed; his feelings were so passionate. And to think that was what lay under his logical, rational and detached exterior.  There were decidedly worse things.

“Ummm,” Kirk moaned, slipping a finger between her thighs.  “What else was Irish right about?”  He became quite fond of the hot little Betazoid in the short time he had gotten to know her.  In another time, another place…

“That if I couldn’t be with either of you, I should be with the both of you.  Or as she says, to give the both of you my cookies.”  She gasped as he found her spot.

“I do not understand,” Spock said, resting his forehead against her neck.  “I do not recall you giving us any cookies or any other kind of sugary confections.”  He ran a hand over her buttock, his expression dreamy.

Uhura laughed into her pillow.  Kirk glared at Spock.  “For someone so brilliant, you can be a complete dumbass.  She’s talking about this,” he said, removing his fingers and waggling them at Spock. 

Spock looked at Kirk’s wet fingers and a different expression came over his face.  “Fascinating.”

Kirk shook his head at the Vulcan.  “It’s better than cookies, believe you me,” he said, sucking them.  Then he slipped his fingers back inside and pulsed slowly.  She moaned and clenched around them.  She loved it when they finger-fucked her.  Kirk continued, concentrating.  “You should have listened to her a long time ago, baby.  We could have been deep into this thing.  Mmmm,” he groaned.

“Aren’t we already?” she gasped.

“We could have been deeper,” he said, a look of heat in his cobalt-blue eyes.

Spock was nibbling on her neck and did not respond.  But he agreed with the captain.

“How was I to know that you would agree to this?  You told me that you two were practically at war.” She inhaled sharply.  Spock found another one of her sexy spots.  Either she was covered with them or they simply knew how to touch her.  Certainly no other man had been able to do it right.

“We also knew that neither of us would back down.  And even though he irritates the hell out of me with his never-ending logic…shit, you’re so wet…I actually consider the commander more than just a friend.”

“Dr. McCoy is also your friend…oooh!”  Kirk was so good at this…!

“Bones wouldn’t be able to handle this,” Kirk said, rolling her over on her back.  “Nor could he handle you.”  He traced one finger down to her pelvic bone, running it over the tiny black triangle tattooed on her hip.  Spock had one and so did he.  They got the tattoos while in Kalamar.

Spock removed her bra, tossing it over his head, and sucked a nipple into his mouth.  Uhura moaned as she felt his teeth nip her areola.  For him, talking at this point would be illogical.  She tended to agree, but Kirk liked to talk.

“Spock…!” she murmured.  Her nipples were very sensitive, and Spock definitely knew how to treat them.  While Kirk was a sucker, Spock was a nibbler. Both were just fine with Uhura.

Then she turned her eyes to Kirk, gasping.  “And you…can?”

Kirk parted her legs and lowered his head.  “Don’t you think so?”

In moments, she was panting and moaning.  “Skippy...!”

Folie a Trois (13/15)

Amigosa:  part 2

Kirk was furious and frantic.  He had known something bad was going to happen on this godforsaken planet.   When Spock rushed back into the hut and told him what happened, he shook with rage.  But he did not direct it towards his commander; Spock behaved just as he had been ordered.  The Amigosians had obviously been waiting for Uhura to be alone enough to kidnap her.

Kirk ran out of the hut to wake the others:  To his surprise, Brenda, Dez and Didi were gone.  Tiny was dead.  McCoy and Cupcake were nowhere to be found.  Spock immediately contacted the Enterprise and ordered the entire security detail to beam down to the planet to search for the missing crew members.

They spread out and swept the forest and the compound.  The Amigosians were nowhere to be found.  The compound was empty.  Spock and Kirk found McCoy and Cupcake, who were deep in the woods still taking readings of the plant life.  Upon hearing the news of the missing crew members, McCoy groaned and began assisting in the search.  He wisely kept his mouth shut.   He didn’t need to see his commanding officers to know they weren’t in a jovial mood; not that Spock ever was.  But Kirk was in love with Uhura, and he had openly voiced his concern for her safety prior to beaming down onto the planet.  McCoy knew that his friend regretted not ordering her to remain on board the ship.

Spock was quiet, his expression dark.  He found a trail from the bush where Uhura had been standing and he tracked it as intensely as a bloodhound.  Two meters in, he found her Starfleet-issued panties.  He picked them up and balled them in one hand, feeling the rage start to rise but not allowing it to do so.  She had obviously been able to kick; there were broken twigs, cracked small tree branches and smashed leaves.  Spock was able to make out footprints, but they became less clear as they went deeper into the forest.  However, the commander did not swerve from the path.  He was going to find her, no matter what it took.  Anger was swelling inside of him; he had not experienced such emotion since Nero killed his mother and destroyed Vulcan.  He kept his fury at bay by concentrating on finding her.  He could not and would not suffer the loss of the only other woman he ever loved.  Not now.

Spock was certain that Kirk was going to vent his own fury on his first officer.  He had said that if anything happened to Uhura, he was going to hold Spock responsible.  But Kirk acknowledged that Spock did what he was supposed to do; that the Amigosians were lying in wait for Uhura to leave the hut.  And they would have gotten to her one way or another.  Other than standing over her to watch her urinate (which she would NOT have allowed), Spock did everything he was ordered to, even engaging her in conversation.

Kirk had no idea how they had been able to take her away without making a sound.  Spock’s hearing was impeccable and he had not heard anything, not even a twig snap.  Spock told him that they were natives and obviously knew the area well enough to be able to navigate it without making any noise.

The forest got deeper and denser as they continued searching.  Kirk was frustrated enough that he wanted to set fire to it and burn the whole thing down; he was so angry.  He understood that the whole desire to join the UFP was a front; the Amigosians lured them to the planet to get to the women.  Sulu had even suggested it.  Had everything gone as planned, Kirk would have sent for the second and third away teams, which had at least eight to nine women as members.  But Uhura, Brenda, Dez and Didi were such beauties that the Amigosians could not wait for the others to arrive.  He did not want to think of what could happen to them, to her, if they didn’t find them.  The Amigosians needed women as breeders.  He was enraged.   He feared for Didi, Dez and Brenda.  The very thought of one of those huge bastards putting their hands on them, on Uhura—or worse—Kirk didn’t want to see the thought through to the end.

He didn’t have to look at his first officer to know that Spock was in a rage.  While he would never show it, the most extreme emotions simmered in the Vulcan’s heart.  Kirk knew this firsthand.  He was once the recipient of Spock’s ire, he did not want to know what the commander might do if something bad happened to Uhura.  He did not know if Spock blamed himself, but he didn’t blame him.  Kirk knew that Spock would have never deliberately put Uhura in harm’s way; he had followed her and was a shrub away while she relieved herself.  She had been quietly snatched right in the middle of her relief and her conversation with Spock.  He would not have done any better in protecting her.

Hours later, one of the search teams communicated that they found a small group of dwellings hidden in the lush green valley.  Kirk had Scotty beam them to the location of the search team that found the community.  There was a wide stream that separated them from the dwellings.  Kirk was sweaty and exhausted, but it didn’t matter.  All that mattered was finding them, finding her.  He looked at Spock and McCoy.

“What do you think?”

“We have not come across anything remotely resembling a village until now, sir.  Logic dictates, as well as the evidence I am following, that they brought them here.”

“I am not in the most rational frame of mind right now, Spock.  All I want to do is to have the security team burn this place down.”

“That would be a violation of the Prime Directive, Captain.”

“I know and I don’t give a shit.  Do you?  All I know is that I will do whatever I have to do, even if it’s breaking all of the Starfleet regulations, to get our crew members back.  What are you willing to do?”

Spock blinked.  “Whatever is required, Captain.  We were tricked into coming here.  The Federation does not tread lightly in such matters.”

“This shithole of a planet is so remote, I don’t think anyone will notice if we blow it out of space.”  Kirk was incensed.

“Captain, may I remind you that the Enterprise does not have the weapons capability to blow up a planet.”

Kirk had the security team draw up several battle plans.  He was positive that the Amigosians would not give up Uhura or the others without a fight.  He disregarded Starfleet regulations and ordered his officers to shoot on sight.  The Amigosians were a bunch of kidnappers and likely rapists.  Kirk didn’t care.  Spock did not cite the regulation, nor did he challenge the order.  Kirk was right; had been right from the beginning.  Spock was not capable of having hunches, but he understood that he would have to learn to trust Kirk’s.  Had he done so, Uhura would be safely aboard the Enterprise.

*        *        *

Uhura closed her eyes, fighting back exhaustion and tears.  Her wrists were bound above her head, over a tree branch.  Her hair was matted and tangled with twigs and leaves.  She was sweaty and angry.  The Amigosians had been waiting for her to leave the hut.  They were in the forest when she went behind the bush to urinate.  She had barely removed her panties before she was taken.  A hand was clamped over her mouth and arms, and another pair wrapped around her legs, and then she was quickly and quietly carried away.  Poor Spock was speaking and hadn’t even known.

They traveled in the forest swiftly and silently.  She managed to kick out, hoping to disrupt the surrounding foliage so that Spock would be able to track her.  She already lost her panties and knew that he would find them.  That alone was enough to make her cry.  But she refused to show any weakness in front of these bastards.

At some point, they exited the forest and arrived at a series of dwellings in a valley.  Her hands were bound and secured above her head.  She couldn’t even reach her knife, which annoyed her to no end.  Dez was bound to another tree beside her.  There was no sign of Didi or Brenda.

They were left outside, tied to a tree branch like animals.  Uhura still hadn’t seen any Amigosian females and she wondered if there were any.  Were they prisoners?  Had they all died out?  She gasped, thinking about Spock’s analysis.  Had they all died in childbirth?  The males were enormous beings; did Amigosian babies kill the mother upon being born?  Were there no Amigosian women to carry on the species?  If so, that would explain all of the attention she and the others had received upon landing.  And maybe the males were too impatient to wait for the arrival of more Enterprise females.  Seeing Uhura and the others had ignited their base nature: to find a woman and procreate.

It horrified her to know that there were four women and there were more than a hundred of them.  And then she couldn’t stop the tears.

“Lieutenant Uhura?”

“Dez?”  She took a breath.  “You’re all right?”

“Bastards knocked me out and took my phaser.   But I’m awake now and I’m mad as hell.”

Uhura nodded.  “Me too.  Where’s Didi and Brenda?”

“I don’t know.  I hope they’re all right.”

Uhura fumed.  It was better to be mad.  Anger was more productive than tears.  She sucked up the rest of hers.

“I’m not going out like this, Lieutenant.  I’m not going out like this.  I’d rather take my own life than give it to them.  And considering what they want us for, that is preferable.  But I’m not going down without a fight and not without taking one of those giant fuckers with me!”

Uhura fed into Dez’s obvious rage.  It felt good to be that mad.  “I know.  I know.”

“Then you’re with me?”

“Absolutely.”

Dez began squirming, moving her bound wrists against the leather strap.  Uhura took deep breaths.  She was going to put her flexibility and agility to work.  Her dancing had to have another benefit other than enticing Kirk and Spock.  She tightened her abdominals and tried to raise her legs.  She was flexible enough that she could get her legs up and around the branch, she could grab her knife.  Her hands were tied in such a fashion that she could grip it if she could snatch it out quick.  She had to be steady enough not to drop it.

Dez was cursing.  “…fucking…strap…is tight…!”

Uhura took a deep breath and tried to raise her legs higher.  She needed momentum.  Up, a little higher, a little more…

Dez was shaking her arms back and forth in a frenzy trying to get her wrists loose enough to slip out.

Uhura closed her eyes and felt her way.  This was going to hurt her neck, back, and arms but she could handle that.  She would rather be alive with a sore back than gang-raped and dead.

Her legs were high enough.  The strain on her neck and shoulders were tremendous, but if she could get a little closer…

*

Kirk had the security team fan out and surround the encampment.  He could see lights and hear the sounds of what sounded like argument, but he could not make out any details.  He considered burning the surrounding woods so that the Amigosians couldn’t get away.

Spock, beside him, said, “Captain, that would be illogical.  We have completely encircled the village.  They will not get away.”

“Have you seen how big and strong those assholes are, Spock?”

“Strong is relative, Captain, and completely irrelevant to this situation.  We have the tactical advantage.”

“Shut up,” McCoy hissed.  “Or they’ll hear you!  The assholes ain’t deaf!”

*

Dez was grunting in rage.  She succeeded in chafing her wrists and that was all.  Uhura had much better luck.  Her final pull brought her legs up and around the branch.  She inched her legs as close as she could and was able to reach her knife.  Her skirt was hanging upside down, and she grabbed her blade, holding it tight.  She nearly cried in relief and took a moment to calm herself so that she wouldn’t drop it.  Uhura let her legs down.  She turned the blade and used it to cut her strap.  She fell to the ground, nearly shaking in relief.  Uhura turned the blade again and cut through her wrist straps.  Then she got up and cut Dez loose.

“Shh,” she instructed as she massaged her shoulders and arms, which were sore.  Her neck and back screamed.  “I can hear what they’re saying.”

Dez nodded and rubbed her shoulders and arms, trying to loosen her stiff muscles.  Then she started looking around for a weapon of some sort.

Inside the largest dwelling was a cluster of Amigosian males engaged in an argument.  Uhura tried to listen to what they were saying, but stopped after the first couple of sentences.

Ishtar: “S’oem y’lar toen mah!”  The dark one is mine first.

Lan’dhar:  “S’oem y’lar achen!”  Mine; she agreed to be mine.

Another:  “T’keon unduh a’ris t’knea!”  We take turns. We use both.

Another: “B’lani debuh s’ik’lith!”  They will give us many offspring.

Ishtar: “Tke’rem s’blai sh’ker aslat h’bein sh’tul’um asa kei!”  The others were fragile, but they are strong.  They can breed our young.

She closed her eyes and did her best not to listen.  Did that mean Didi and Brenda were dead?  She hoped not.  She prayed that Spock and the others would find them in time.  Uhura scanned the area, searching for the quickest way out that would hide their departure.

From inside the dwelling, it sounded like a fight was breaking out.  They were actually fighting over who would have them first. 

“We need to get out of here,” she told Dez.  “Come on, let’s just go!”

Dez, being Bajoran, didn’t want to let it go without a fight.  She found a long, slender tree branch and was twirling it like a staff.  “I’m not going out like—”

“Dez, come on!”

Uhura turned to run, but then Ishtar, Lan’dhar, and three more Amigosians stormed out of the hut, heading for them.  Uhura’s eyes widened in terror at the sight of them—they were naked, fully erect, and their penises were enormous.  Ishtar carried a thick stick of some sort.

“Hell no!” Dez said.

Uhura groaned.  ‘Oh no!  No wonder why the women are all dead…I don’t want that thing in me…God!

“Come on, Dez…let’s go!”

Uhura turned to run in the opposite direction and grunted as something whacked her in the back of her head.  She went down, the world swirling in little dark blots.

“No,” she moaned, trying to fight off the wave of nausea that gripped her.  She heard Dez screaming and tried to get back up.  Her vision was blurry and it felt like her head was bleeding.  What had she been hit with?  She struggled, almost losing consciousness.  She put a hand to the back of her head and it came back bloody. 

When she felt strong hard hands grab her arms, she screamed as loud as she could, turning her head to see which one it was.  It was Ishtar and he pushed her face down into the dirt.  She kicked and screamed again, but he straddled her legs and came over her, lifting up her skirt.

Dez was screaming and cursing in Bajoran.  Uhura tried pushing her head up, but felt another hand push it back down.  There were four hands tearing at her clothes—

“NOOOOOO!” she screamed.  She started squirming and bucking, but the humanoid was very heavy.  She felt her thighs kneed apart and screamed again.  She was going to die.  Her life was going to end like this; face down in the mud, raped and murdered, and she had never told the man in her life that she loved him and wanted to be with him.  Uhura choked on her tears as her head swam.  Why hadn’t she listened to Kirk?  Why?  He had been right about everything, and now…

Dez’s screams this time were completely different than before.  Uhura tried moving, tried kicking, tried everything, but the bastard was solid as a rock and she felt that thing…

She heard a commotion and moaned.  Then a welcome sound flooded her ears.  They were phaser blasts.  Were they saved?  She could feel Ishtar on top of her and then she heard a roar, a vicious feral sound from some animal, or someone’s, throat.  And then she felt no more.  She lost consciousness.

Starfleet officers swarmed the compound, shooting on sight.  Amigosians emerged from huts and log cabins, armed and ready to fight.  Battle ensued, but Kirk cared about only one thing.  She was face down in the mud and he ran to her and picked her up.  Spock knocked one of the big bastards off of her and was in the process of fighting him and the other that was attacking her.  He didn’t appear to need any help.  Kirk was focused on Uhura.  She was unconscious.  All that mattered was getting her out of there.  Cupcake was carrying a hysterical Dez.

Kirk ran to a small clearing with McCoy right behind him followed by Cupcake.  “Scotty, five to beam up.  Have a medical team on standby.”

To be continued…

Folie a Trois (12/15)

Amigosa; part 1

They arrived at Amigosa V and were awaiting the reports of the scouts.  Kirk Spock and said, “Prepare an away team.  Make sure we have medical and security officials included.  We will be ready to beam down as soon as we receive word from the scouts.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Spock went to his console.  Kirk went up to Uhura.  “Lt.  Uhura, please meet me in my ready room.  Mr. Spock, please join us.  Sulu, you have the conn.”

“Yes, sir.”

She got up and followed him.  Spock followed her.  Once inside, he sat behind his desk and eyed her calmly.  “I want you to remain on board.”

“What?  Why?  I don’t understand, sir!”

Spock looked at Kirk.  “That is illogical, Captain.  Lt. Uhura is the translator.  The Amigosians do not speak in any standard Federation idiom that I am aware of.  She has analyzed the language.  She must be on the away team to ensure that negotiations are smooth.”

“Objection duly noted,” Kirk said, not even looking at Spock.  He stared at Uhura, a light in his eyes.  “I will not order you—not yet—but I want you to consider remaining on board the Enterprise.”

“Sir, I—“

“I have a bad feeling about this,” he said.  “My gut tells me that you are safer on board the ship.”

“But that is illogical, Captain,” Spock said.  “None of the other linguists are even remotely prepared to translate for you.”

Uhura cleared her throat.  “Sir, may I speak freely?”

“Sure.”

“I have logged many hours in the comm lab researching and translating this language in order to be an effective communicator for Starfleet and for you.  It is not fair for you to disregard that.  I can take care of myself!”

“I know that,” Kirk said.  “But I don’t want you in harm’s way.”

“Why do you think I will be in danger?”

“Yes,” Spock said.  “Why do you think that?  They requested our presence.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Kirk said, glaring at Spock.  “I guess the mere fact of women being outnumbered and considered as valuable strikes me as dangerous.  Maybe you haven’t noticed, Commander, but Lt. Uhura is a woman.  I don’t like the idea of my chief xenolinguist put in a situation like that.  I cannot say specifically why it bothers me; only that it does.  I don’t like the idea of any female in this crew in a situation like that.”

Spock countered.  “Captain, I am quite aware of Lieutenant Uhura’s gender.  If there are no facts to support your hypothesis, then I do not see why the lieutenant cannot be a part of the away team.  There will be other female officers on the away team.  I think that you are discriminating against the women of this crew.”

“Yes!” Uhura said.  “That’s quite sexist, Captain!”

“Lieutenant, watch your tone.”

“I apologize, Captain.”  She was furious, however.

Kirk glared at Spock.  “Have you ever had a hunch, Spock?”

Spock stared at him.  “Hunches are an emotional response; therefore they are illogical.”

Kirk looked at Uhura.  “It figures.”

Uhura glared at him, anger flashing in her eyes.  “Permission to speak freely, sir?”

“Yes.  Go ahead.”

“Jim, if you are doing this out of some form of misplaced machismo, then I think you are being foolish!”

Kirk’s expression towards Uhura softened.  “If my misplaced machismo keeps you safe, then I don’t care what you think.  I have a bad feeling about this.”  His voice lowered as he stared into her eyes.  “You know how I feel about you.  I don’t want anything to happen to you.  I want you to decide, but I will not order you.”

“What if what I want to do is to go?  I have earned it!”

Kirk turned to Spock.  “You have researched this culture fully?”

“I have to the extent that the records allow.  There are no instances to illustrate that the Amigosians have been a danger to any other race.  And the lieutenant will not be alone, Captain.  We will be with her, as well as Dr. McCoy and several other security officers.  I conclude that she will be quite safe in our presence.”

“All right, Commander.  I’m going to trust you on this.” Kirk said.  “You may be on the away team, Lieutenant.”

“Thank you, sir.”   Her anger cooled.

Kirk turned to Spock.  “If something should happen to her on this visit, I will hold you responsible and I will do everything in my power to stomp the living shit out of you.”

Spock raised an eyebrow and tilted his head.  “An interesting premise, as I do not think you will have that chance, Captain.  I would remind you that you are not the only male on this ship who has feelings for Lt. Uhura.  I too, want her safe.  You are not the only one who will defend her honor.  She will not be harmed.  She is a trained Starfleet officer.  You are being most unfair, and might I add, primitive—not to allow her to fulfill her duty.”

Kirk stepped closer to Spock.  Uhura wisely got between them and placed a hand on each man’s chest.  She swallowed.  The testosterone permeated Kirk’s office.  “I will be fine, gentlemen.  I know how to protect myself.  Thank you for your concern.”

They didn’t move.  Uhura could feel Kirk’s heart rate increase.  He was bristling.  Spock remained impassive.  She groaned.   “This is exactly what I was trying to prevent.  I don’t know what I was thinking!  Listen,” she said, pushing them.  “Listen to me!”

It took a minute to get both men to relax enough to step away from each other.  Kirk and Spock looked at her.

“I’m going to need to be left alone for the next few days.  I need to make a decision about this whole thing and I can’t, not when I am prone to losing my head around either of you, and you two engaged in a pissing contest.  Please understand.”

“That is logical,” Spock said.  “Though, Lieutenant, if you would clarify what you mean by a pissing contest?”

She looked at Spock.  “Commander, this whole rivalry with you and the captain over who’s going to be the first one to sleep with me is a pissing contest.  That prehistoric competition you were describing for me.”

“I beg to differ, Lt. Uhura.  I assure you I am not engaged in any such opposition for the objective of simply mating with you.  I believe I have been quite clear in what I want from you.”

“I have as well,” Kirk said.  “But if that is what you think, allow me to convince you otherwise.”

She put up a hand.  “I know what you want.  However, we have a mission to accomplish.  And I ask that the both of you leave me alone.  I need time to think.”

“That is logical, Nyota,” Spock said.

“Fine,” Kirk said.  “When we leave this place, you can be by yourself for as long as you need to be.  Until then, you will not be.  I hope that I’ve made myself clear.”

“Certainly, Captain.  I understand.”

*                 *                 *

Uhura was in her quarters, getting ready for the away team.  She didn’t know whether to be irritated with her captain or touched by his concern for her protection.  She couldn’t be mad that he wanted her safe.  Spock had said that she should choose the one who would love her and protect her.  But Spock was likely to do the same thing.  She did not think for one second that he would want her in any danger.  That didn’t make her choice any easier.

She reached into her drawer and pulled out a Velcro garter.  When she first spoke of joining Starfleet, her father insisted that she learn basic survival tactics.  He told her that he would not be able to sleep if he did not properly prepare his daughter for a career where there was unknown danger.  He taught her how to use a knife, a staff and trained her in rudimentary martial arts.  She improved her skills after getting accepted into the Academy. 

She fastened the garter around her upper thigh and inserted a four-inch blade into the casing.  Even though she would be armed with a phaser and a communicator, the hidden knife was another security measure.  It was good to be prepared.  She seldom had to worry about strapping up for away team missions, but Kirk’s apprehension for her safety made her reconsider.  As an afterthought, she slipped her music clip into the band of the garter.  If they remained on the planet for the evening, she was going to entertain herself with music and not with thoughts of really great sex with her captain or her commander.  Bad enough she did that on a nightly basis.  She was, however, regretting that she had not been able to dance in over a week.  She was stiff and tense.

Her door chime sounded.  She turned to see the captain entering her quarters.  Vaguely, she wondered if anyone else had seen him coming to her rooms.

“Lt. Uhura?”

“I’ll be out in a moment, sir.”  She smoothed her skirt, making sure the garter was hidden, then walked out of the room.  He had one of her newly-delivered pink roses in his hand.

“Yes sir?”

He stroked the rose petals.  “I want you to know that I do care what you think; what you think does matter, and I didn’t mean to be so callous.  However, there are times when I’m going to need you not to question my decisions.  I understand that you have worked tirelessly in preparing for this mission and my request caught you off guard.”

Kirk stepped closer to her until they were inches apart.  “But I will not explain nor justify my desire that you remain unharmed.  I have a bad feeling about the Amigosians.  As you know, my instincts have never led me astray and there is no reason for me not to trust them now.  You cannot be upset that I want to protect you.”

“I understand, Captain.  And I thank you for your concern.”

He cupped her face.  “You don’t have to be so distant, Nyota.  Are you still angry with me?”

“No sir.  It’s just that…you exasperate me so.  I want to do my job.”

“I know that, and I acknowledge that you do it better than anyone else in Starfleet.  But let’s make sure we are on the same page.  I don’t know what will occur once we beam down.  I want you by my side at all times.  I know you can take care of yourself, but I need to take care of you myself.”

He ran his thumb over her lips.  “Lest we forget that I’m trying to win your heart.”

She closed her eyes as he traced her lips, which parted of their own accord.  “How could I forget?”

“I know things have been really intense on both ends,” he said.  “It can’t be helped; Spock and I are both strong-willed individuals, but I want you to know, to believe me when I tell you that even though nothing would please me more than to be intimate with you, sex isn’t all I want from you.  I’ve not touched another woman since I first put my heart out there for you.  When this mission is done, Spock and I will give you all the time you need.”  Breathing heavily, he continued rubbing her lips.  Uhura opened her mouth—why, she did not know—and he slipped the tip of his thumb inside.  She closed her eyes—and her mouth—around his thumb.

Kirk closed his eyes and groaned.  “Nyota, you unman me.  I don’t know how I can get anything done when you’re around.  Don’t do this to me now, not when I can’t do anything about it.”

She pulled away, kissing the tip.  “I don’t even know why I did that, but you manage well enough, Captain.” It was becoming increasingly hard to focus whenever he was around her.  How either of them managed to do so was a credit to their Starfleet training.

He kissed her and abruptly put one hand on her ass and pressed her into him.  She squeaked, slipped her arms around him and returned the kiss.  She was not about to lie or deny; the man could kiss and it felt good to be pressed against him like that.  He was fire.  The kiss was slow and intense.  He took his time with her mouth, sampling it with his tongue, releasing her lips with a soft plop!  She looked at him.  He looked at her.

A moment later, she pulled away and stepped away from him. 

“No,” he moaned.  “No, don’t…”

“I must, Captain.  It’s time to go.  I will meet you on the transporter pad in five minutes, sir.”

He sighed.  “All right, Lieutenant.”

*        *        *

The nine members of the away team beamed to the surface of Amigosa.  It included Uhura, the captain, the commander, Dr. McCoy, nurse Brenda, a medical assistant named Didi, and three security officials: Cupcake, a six foot five inch Klingon named Tiny, and a Bajoran named Dez.  Once they landed on the planet, in a clearing overlooking a bubbling stream, Uhura gasped.  Spock informed them that the planet was lush and green, but she hadn’t realized how beautiful it would be.  It was twilight when they arrived, and two of Amigosa’s three moons were bright and luminous.  She could hear the rush of water and was in awe over the azure sky.

Didi and Brenda nodded their heads.  “Nice,” Didi said.  “If you’re looking for a romantic spot, boys, you found it.”  Uhura agreed, nodding back at Didi and Brenda.  It was certainly that. 

“The reports from the scouts said that the planet was quite safe and the initial contact with the Amigosians were amicable, Captain,” Spock said.  “They are waiting for us a few meters ahead.”

“At any rate, set phasers to stun,” Kirk ordered.

The away team began following the path.  The security officials took their places behind the rest of the officers.  Uhura stood next to Brenda.  When Uhura saw the Amigosians for the first time, it took her breath away.  She heard either Didi or Dez gasp.  It was probably Didi, as ship scuttlebutt claimed that Dez preferred women, specifically Betazoids.

Brenda whispered to her, “Pinch me.  Tell me this isn’t real.”

Uhura pinched her but said, “This is very real.”

The Amigosians were tall beings with striking hair and skin, broad shouldered and well-defined muscles.  They were clad in loincloth and animal skins.  They were beautiful and quite fine.  Gaila and Irish would have lost their minds.

Didi sighed, “They are gorgeous.”

Brenda sighed.  “Those are trees I don’t mind climbing.”

Kirk heard Uhura’s soft moan, “Oh my goodness…”

Uhura blinked.  There were four of them.  She got her bearings and went to stand by the captain.

The apparent leader stepped forward and bowed from the waist.  He was deeply tanned with silky sable-colored hair tied back with a leather strap.  His eyes were the same color as his hair.  He looked at Uhura and spoke in an unfamiliar tongue laced with strong sibilants, glottal stops and alveolar approximants. 

Uhura translated easily.  “You are from the Federation.  Greetings.  I am Ishtar.  Welcome to our world.”

Kirk and the others bowed in return.  “Greet him on our behalf, please.”

She did so.  Then Ishtar focused his attention on Uhura.  “Si’lak thow amun do si’lah.”

She blushed.  Kirk looked at her.  “What did he say?”

“He asked me if I was a goddess.”

Kirk bristled, but whispered.  “He can say what he likes, as long as he doesn’t touch you.”

“You’re so possessive all of a sudden, Captain.”

“I told you that I have a hunch.  His comments to you only make me suspect him further.”

Ishtar then stared at the other women, bowing deeply.  “M’yn sh’ki.”

Uhura laughed.  “He said we were all attractive.  Meaning us girls.”

Brenda, behind her, whispered, “So is he.  They don’t make them like this at Starfleet.  God, why?”

Ishtar and the others began to walk and the away team followed.  Spock and McCoy had their tricorders out, examining the foliage as they traveled behind the giant beings.  Uhura was staring at the buttocks of two of the Amigosians: one chocolate brown and the other caramel.  She couldn’t help it.  They were curved, high and hard.  In her mind, she could hear Irish and Gaila swooning.  She knew that Brenda was staring as well.

Kirk watched Uhura watch the humanoid, amused.  “See something you like, Lieutenant?” he whispered.

“Leave me alone, Skippy!” she hissed.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear.  “I’d love for you to call me that when I have your legs in the air and you in my mouth.  It would be such a turn-on.”

She blushed in spite of herself as the image formed in her mind.  She recalled the memory of riding Kirk’s hand, climaxing in under a minute.  Then she sighed as she recalled the memory of Spock having just that way less than twenty-four hours ago.  The two of them had turned her into such a whore.  Secretly, she didn’t mind.

“You can be such a prick,” she whispered back, surreptitiously glad they were having a snappy exchange.

“I want to be your prick,” he teased. 

She suppressed a groan, hoping no one heard him.  “I hate you.  I really really hate you.”

“Sure you do,” he whispered.  “I know you do.  But I remember the other night.”

Uhura rolled her eyes and sighed.  “Please, don’t remind me.”

Kirk chuckled.  “I don’t have to.  I know you remember it too.”

Uhura sighed again, feeling her face go hot.

The Amigosians led them to their settlement.  Kirk took a good look around and surmised that there were about a hundred individuals, all of them male.  He wondered what the females look like, and if they would be as attractive as the males.

Kirk and the away team were led to a dwelling made of logs.  Inside, there was a spread of food—fruits and vegetables, meats and flatbreads.  He heard McCoy groan.  Likely the doctor did not want to partake of the food, which looked pretty tasty.  Bones could be a spoilsport at times.

“I don’t know why you’re groaning, Bones.  The scouts reported that everything was fine.”

“Still, Captain.  I prefer to check these things myself.”

Kirk sighed.  “Uhura, please inform Ishtar that it is our custom to check foreign foods before we eat.”

She did so.  Ishtar nodded and bowed, sweeping his arm over the table.  “M’yim alack sh’teen a loh agah.  Di’ souh ma’lak a tho!”

“Do as your custom requires, Captain.  You are welcome here.  Eat and enjoy.”

Spock and McCoy went to analyze the food.  Ishtar bowed again in Uhura’s direction, took her hand and rubbed her fingers.  “Amun do si’lah, ech’tow sh’mi do’laih.”

Brenda whispered in her ear.  “Is he flirting with you?”

Uhura smiled at the Amigosian leader.  “N’roem mah.”  She shook her head.  Then Ishtar turned and asked Brenda the same thing.  Brenda beamed, but shook her head.

Spock turned away from the food and stared at the sight.  Kirk glared.  “What did he say, Lieutenant?”

“Perhaps you might choose to remain among us?”

“And I trust your answer was no,” Spock said.

“Of course,” she said.  “I’ve got all I can handle on the Enterprise.”

McCoy snorted.

Kirk stepped closer to Uhura.  “If he hits on you one more time, I’m sending you back to the ship.”

“That’s ridiculous, sir.  You need me here.”

“I already told you about this, Lieutenant.”

Spock came over.  “The analysis of the food reveals there are neither contaminants nor additives that could harm us.  McCoy’s water sample analysis is the same as mine.  We can safely partake of the meal.”

“Di’ souh ma’lak a tho!”  Ishtar bowed again and swept his arm.  “I deo l’igh s’jut ai’min l’ah so’ure di michim el la’teine.”

Uhura looked at her captain.  “Eat and enjoy.  We will show you to your quarters when you are done.  Negotiations can begin tomorrow.”

“We’re staying down here tonight, Captain?”  Cupcake asked.

“Yes,” Kirk said.  “It will help negotiations if we show a measure of trust.”

Kirk nodded and then bowed at Ishtar.  Spock did the same.  Ishtar and his fellow comrades left them in the longhouse. 

Kirk immediately started piling food onto a plate and the security and medical staff followed.  Spock carefully selected some fruits and vegetables and bread for Uhura to eat, and then prepared his own plate.  She smiled at him and sat down.  Then Kirk plopped a plate down in front of her.

“I already have a plate, sir.  Commander Spock was kind enough to see to it.”

“Just in case you want more, Lieutenant.”  Then, so not to show favoritism, he plopped another large plate in front of Didi, Dez and Brenda.

Uhura had to smile.  It was so strange how different Kirk and Spock were, to the point that they had singular ways of showing her the same thing.  Maybe it wasn’t strange, just opposite ends of the sexy man spectrum.

She took a breath.  ‘On a mission; can’t think about men or sex or anything like that…not now!’

Brenda sat next to McCoy, across from Didi and next to Dez. Uhura got up and sat next to Didi.  She spent enough time around men and she wanted a chance to catch up with the ladies.  Brenda and Didi started gushing about the inhabitants of the planets as only females could.  Dez made random comments and Uhura laughed at the commentary.

Spock brought her a goblet of water.  Then he sat with the men.

Kirk said, “So what do you think, Commander?”

“So far, they have been hospitable.  I see no reason for concern.”

“Apparently, you haven’t seen how that jerk has been falling all over Lt. Uhura.”

“I do not see why he should not, Captain.  She is an appealing woman; desirable to any male species.  And if my observations are correct, he has also been attentive to the other females in the away team.”

McCoy snorted again.  “Funny that I haven’t seen any of their women, unless they look like the men.”

“That makes me nervous,” Kirk said.  “Lt. Uhura, could you come here for a moment, please?”

“Yes sir.”  She got up and went over to sit beside him.

“I reiterate my earlier orders.  You are to remain at my side at all times.  If a situation arises where that cannot be the case, you are ordered to stay with Commander Spock or Dr. McCoy.  The security team will be wherever you are.”

“You’re a caveman,” McCoy said.

“Whatever,” Kirk retorted, biting into a luscious green apple.

Ishtar did not return to escort them to their quarters.  Instead, another Amigosian, this one blond and gold, walked them over to a series of small huts.  He introduced himself as Lan’dhar, and he too, made a pass at Lt. Uhura.  Then he made one at Didi.

McCoy raised his eyebrows.  “They aren’t shy, are they?  How many times has she been hit on?”

“I don’t care what they say, just as long as they don’t do anything.”  Kirk said.

Uhura shook her head.  Either Kirk was putting up a front or he really was jealous.  She made a note to ask him about it.  Lan’dhar stopped in front of two adjacent huts.  “Elek t’hem a qui’ha tor se lah.”  He swept his arm in the direction of the huts.

Uhura translated.  “This is where you will reside for the night.  They are very comfortable.”

Kirk nodded and bowed again.  “Thank you for your hospitality.”

Uhura nodded.  “S’lem hak tow.”

Lan’dhar bowed deeply, and then reached for her hand.  He touched her fingers to his lips.  “M’yam selak ur’hun me dai.”

Uhura smiled and shook her head.  “N’roem mah.”   

Lan’dhar bowed deeply and left them.

Spock looked intently at the lieutenant.  “What did he say to you?”

Uhura sighed.  “He asked me to remain behind as his woman when this is over.”

Brenda whispered, “Lucky heifer.”

Kirk clenched.  He did not like this at all.  She was getting hit on too many times.  He was irritated.  McCoy, ever the realist, looked at the huts.  “I guess we’re to split up?”

“It would appear so,” Spock replied.

Kirk looked at his away team.  Spock leaned over.  “Under normal circumstances, I would suggest that all the females share one hut.”

“Except that you’ve got a hunch about that, too.”

“I apologize, Captain.  I do not have hunches.  I am merely stating that it would be safer if we split up the females.  If I take your…hunch…into account, it is preferable that the women are not together as to provide an easy target.  Not that I do not trust the skill of our female security.”

“I don’t care how you split them, Spock.  I want Uhura with me.  I know she’s safe if she’s with me.”

Spock raised an eyebrow.  Kirk glared at him.  “Do we understand each other?”

“Certainly, Captain.”

Uhura found herself sharing at hut with Brenda, Kirk and Spock.  Didi, Dez, McCoy, Tiny and Cupcake took the other hut.  Not long after they split up, McCoy poked his head into their cabin to announce that he was going to examine the surrounding foliage. Kirk agreed, as it made sense to catalogue what resources lay on this lush green planet.  He instructed Cupcake to go with McCoy.

Inside the hut, there was a small fire pit in the middle of the room, and there was a fire going.  There was a vent in the ceiling.  In one corner of the hut, there was a pile of animal skins.  In another corner was a small table laden with fruit and water.  It was actually rather cozy.

“One gets the impression that they prepared well for our particular visit,” Spock said. 

“Fascinating.”

Brenda, Kirk and Spock entered and closed the door.  Uhura suddenly realized who she was rooming with.  She looked at them.  “Maybe it’s best that I swap with Didi.”

“Why?” Brenda asked.  “I was hoping we could chat; I haven’t talked to you in a dog’s age.”

“You’ll do no such thing.”  Kirk said.  He did not look at Brenda.

“I agree, Lieutenant.  As the official translator, you are to remain with the captain.”

She sighed and walked over to the fruit table.  Brenda gave Kirk a heated look, and then smiled.  Spock observed her and raised an eyebrow in Kirk’s direction.  Kirk pretended not to notice Brenda’s open invitation.  He had not been with her in months.

Spock went to examine the animal skins.  “I hereby object to using these skins for my comfort.”

“Objection noted,” Kirk said.  “You can sleep on the floor.”

Spock raised an eyebrow.  “I shall meditate instead.  At any rate, I do not think there are enough skins for each of you to have your own.  You will need one to provide sufficient cushion and one for covering.  You shall have to share.”

Brenda smiled seductively at Kirk, who didn’t acknowledge her.  “Then that settles it.  Brenda, you and Uhura will take one side of the room and Spock and I will take the other.”  He maintained a stoic expression, but he was annoyed.  Brenda was practically initiating sex with him and he wasn’t interested.  He would have rather slept with Uhura, but…oh well.

“Captain, may I speak with you outside for a moment,” Brenda said.  Kirk nodded, then got up and followed her out.  Spock watched them go, raising the eyebrow again.

He began to arrange the skins.  Uhura took a long drink of water and a piece of fruit.  It was what it was.  She bit into the fruit, liking the way it burst in her mouth.  It had the consistency and taste of mango, but it contained small apple-like seeds.  The juice ran down her cheeks and chin, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.  She then sat on one of the animal skins, taking up one side and removed her boots.  She removed her hair elastic and lay down, munching.

Uhura finished the fruit and tossed the seeds into the fire.  She closed her eyes for a moment, and then felt something cool and wet against her face.  She opened her eyes.  Spock was tenderly wiping the juice from around her mouth with a piece of cloth.

“Was it delicious?” he asked.

“It was,” she said.  “Like mango, except for the seeds and the skin.  The skin is the same as that of a Terran peach.  You should try it; I think you’ll like it.”

“Perhaps I will tomorrow.”  Spock stared into her eyes, dabbing her lips with the damp cloth longer than was necessary.  Uhura gazed back at him, getting lost in the darkness of his eyes, the shape of his brows, and the curve of his lips.  He really was a beautiful man; two cultures fused together at their finest.  Spock continued rubbing her lips even after her face was clean.  Uhura allowed him this, while vaguely wondering what Brenda and Kirk were talking about.

*

They were about ten feet from the hut, standing near a copse of trees.  Brenda put her arms around him.

“No,” he said.  “Not now, Brenda.”

“You haven’t been with me in months, Jim.  Come on, we’ve got time, space, a nice atmosphere, and I’m horny for you…why not?”

“Brenda, have you wondered why you haven’t seen me in so long?”

“I know you’ve been busy, but you’ve always had needs.”  Brazenly, she went for his fly.  He grabbed her hand. 

“I’ll say this once: I won’t be sleeping with you anymore.  Let it go.”

“You’re fucking someone else, then?”

“If I am or am not is none of your business, and may I remind you that I’m the captain?”

“You were the captain when I was sucking you off; what makes now so different?  Who is it, Jim?”

“No one, Brenda.  Please leave me alone and go back to the cabin.”  He didn’t need this now.

She stepped back and looked at him.  “You have fucked half of the women on the Enterprise at least once, and everyone knows it.  We were doing it on a regular basis and you just stopped.  I haven’t heard a whiff about who else you’re laying the pipe to, so I gotta know if you’ve gone to bat for the other team.  Because I for damn sure know that you’re not celibate.”

“Why is it your concern if I am or not?  Answer that and then let that be the end of this.”

Brenda rolled her eyes towards the sky.  Kirk glared at her.  “I know you don’t have feelings for me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?  You’re a great guy.”

He shook his head.  “You mistook sex for love?  Are you really that naive?  All that was ever between us was sex.  I never promised you anything other than an orgasm, which I know you got.  Leave it alone, Brenda.  I’m ordering you to let this go.”  

She glared at him, two pink splotches on her face.  “Aye, Captain.”  She turned away. 

He walked away to give her a moment to cool off, then waved an arm.  “Come on.  It’s not safe for you to be out here alone.”

“I’m fine,” she snapped.

“Brenda?”  His tone was a warning.

She turned and walked stiffly towards the cabin.  Kirk sighed and followed her back in.  He had brought this on himself.

*

Uhura was lying on one of the animal skins.  Spock sat on the floor beside her.  They were engaged in deep conversation when Kirk and Brenda came back in.  She turned towards the door, not moving from her spot.  Spock remained where he was, but he observed the expression on Brenda’s face and the look of annoyance on Kirk’s.  

Whatever was said wasn’t pleasant.  Spock deduced that McCoy’s new chief nurse was one of the captain’s many little indiscretions, one which had obviously come to an end.

“Brenda, are you all right?” Uhura asked.  “Your face is red.”  She got up and went to get one of the cloths from the corner and wet it.  Then she handed it to Brenda, who took it and began to wipe her face.  Uhura shot a glare at Kirk, who shrugged.  She put her arm around Brenda.

“Spock,” he said.  “Come on, we’re bunking together.”

“If you would clarify, Captain?”

“You’re sharing this animal skin with me and leaving the ladies to that one.  Come on.”

“Captain, it does not appear that the ladies are ready to retire for the night.”

“They are,” he said. 

Spock raised an eyebrow and sat next to the reclining Kirk.  He looked at him.  

“Fascinating.”

“What’s so fascinating about this?” Kirk said.  “You know you wanted to get her by yourself.”

“I wanted no such thing, Captain, as it would be inappropriate.  We are on a mission.”

Kirk sighed.  “Good night, Spock.”  He turned over and tried to go to sleep.  A few minutes later, Brenda got up and left the cabin.  Kirk sat up.

“Where is she going?”  Kirk asked, looking at Uhura.  A moment later, he heard the door to the other hut open and close.

Uhura glared at him.  “Didi is her best friend.  Whatever you said to her upset her to the point of tears.”

He sighed and lay back, resting his head in his hands.  “It was not my intent to make her cry.”

Uhura sighed.  She wasn’t stupid.  “I understand, Captain.  Good night.”

She lay down on her animal skin and tried to focus on the flames from the fire.  It was as clear as day that Kirk had been sleeping with Brenda; for how long, she could not have said, but she did know it was over.  Was it recent?  Or had the captain curtailed his extracurricular activities when he declared his feelings for her?

Uhura decided she didn’t want to deal with that tonight.  She reached for her ear clip, unknowingly revealing her garter to the two men across the way.

“Is that a knife garter on your thigh?” Kirk asked.

She sighed.  “Yes sir.”

Kirk couldn’t help it.  “Oh, I like that,” he murmured.  “That’s so hot! You never cease to amaze me.”

Spock said, “I was not aware that you carried a knife under your uniform, Lieutenant.”

“I don’t do it often, but since the captain expressed a desire that I be safe, I decided to wear it.  Just in case I lost my phaser.  Good night, Captain, Commander.”  She put her ear clip in place and turned on her music, then turned her back to them.  In a few moments, she heard them speaking and decided to turn off the music.

*

Kirk sighed, then sat up, moving so he could put his back against the wall.  

“Commander Spock, this is getting impossible.”

“I agree, Captain.  However, I have no suggestions as to how it should be handled.  I will say that things will be a lot easier if you just walk away.”

“You’re out of your Vulcan mind if you think I’m going to walk away from this, from her.  You walk away.”

“I will not.   So, are we to engage in a battle to the death over the lieutenant?”

“Preferably not,” Kirk said, absently rubbing his throat.  “In spite of this, I value your presence on the Enterprise.  You are an excellent science officer and admittedly, a foil to my sometimes irrational behavior.  I do not want another officer as my second in command.”

Uhura could not believe this conversation was taking place.  They were actually being civil.

“Thank you, Captain.  I find it logical that we continue our working relationship.  As was suggested to me, I look forward to the accomplishments we will have and the friendship that will define us.”

Kirk nodded.  Spock Prime hinted at the same thing in their conversation.  He looked at the fire.  “Did your older self say anything about her place in that?”

“No,” Spock said.  “He told me to put aside logic and do what feels right.  That is the reason I came back to work on the Enterprise.”

“And?”

“What also feels right, Captain, is my desire to be with Lieutenant Uhura.  I will not walk away from that.”

Kirk inhaled.  “I have loved that woman for four years.  It has taken this long to get her to even notice me, much less reciprocate it.  Do you actually think I’m going to give her up?”

Spock tented his fingers.  “I would be surprised if you did, Captain.  You have never given up on anything.  Even the Kobayashi Maru.”

Kirk actually blushed.

Spock looked him directly in the eyes.  “But, Captain, do you really love her?”

“Do you, Spock?”

“When a Vulcan bonds, it is for life.  I would not consider such an arrangement if I did not love her.  Love is not something a Vulcan enters into lightly.  Emotions run deep within our race, and it is our way to control them using logic.  I have learned that love is illogical, yet it is there.  I cannot refute or deny that I feel this way for Nyota.  I can only speak of my emotions now because my father finally acknowledged his love for my mother.  I ask you about your feelings because I am aware of your many intimate relationships with other females, both human and otherwise.  Case in point: your obvious imprudence with Nurse Lockhart.  In my research, the data suggests that alpha males with such capricious connections are not likely to form permanent relationships.  And since I believe that Nyota will accept nothing less than your best, I must know if you really do love her enough to give up that lifestyle.”

Kirk sighed.  “I told her that I would and I meant it.  I have not slept with Brenda in months; ever since I told Nyota that I wanted to be with her.  I’ve never met any woman that would make me want to give up my…extracurricular activities.  I would do it for Nyota.  What can I tell you, Spock?  I’m in love.”

Spock nodded.  “So what do we do, Captain?"

Kirk gazed into the fire.  “I don’t know, Commander.”

*

Uhura squeezed her eyes shut.  She could not believe what she just heard.  They were at an impasse, and had arrived there in a cool and logical manner, each acknowledging their feelings as well as each other’s.  That she was so highly regarded by two powerful men made her woozy.  How in the world would she be able to choose between them?  How could she be with one and leave the other bereft?  Uhura cared enough about both men that she didn’t want to hurt either one.

This was going to blow up in her face.

*        *        *

Sometime in the middle of the night, she stirred from her sleep.  To her surprise, she found herself lying between them.  Had she moved?  Or had they moved?  Uhura took a moment to gather herself and realized that they’d moved.  She didn’t know what to say.  She was very warm, and she was admittedly pleased that they went to sleep in such a manner. She felt warm and protected, and it was a marvelous sensation.  Uhura moved carefully and quietly, moving Kirk’s hand from her hair.  She reached for her boots and slipped them on.

“Where are you going?”  It was Spock.

“I need to relieve myself.  I’m going to step outside.”

“I will go with you.”

“I’m just going outside—”

“I am going with you, Nyota.  The captain has ordered—and I agree with him—that you are not to be left alone.  I will give you the privacy you need, but I will be there with you.”

 She stood up and he stood up.  “That cloth you had earlier,” she said.  “Where did you get it?”

He went over into the corner where the animal skins were and got another one.  Quietly, they went outside.  Uhura looked around; the compound was eerily quiet.  She walked towards a small copse of bushes with the cloth.

“I’m just going behind here, okay.  Don’t listen, Spock.  This is embarrassing enough.”

“I find that illogical, Lieutenant,” he said as she went behind the bushes.  “One must relieve oneself regularly to maintain homeostasis.  Every being requires it.  There is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m a girl, Spock.  Typically, we girls maintain the illusion that…we never have to use the bathroom…”

“Fascinating,” he said.  “Why would a human female do that?”

She did not respond.  Spock turned towards the bushes.  “Nyota?”

No response.  He went around the bush and called her name again.  “Lieutenant Uhura?”

She was gone.

To be continued…