Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "nyotava" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS A Pledge 4/5 [R] (K/U) Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 548 Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 23:55:10 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1104278110 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 28 Dec 2004 18:55:10 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 18:55:10 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86432 X-Received-Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 15:55:15 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: A Pledge Properly Sealed Author: Nyotava (nyotava @ yahoo.com) Series: TOS Part: NEW 4/5 Rating: [R] Codes: K/U Summary: After Platonius, Kirk and Uhura address some awkardness Archive: ASC and UFF. All others, please ask. Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. I receive no profits from this. It is just for fun. Beta: A very special thanks to IDIC for her thoughtful beta and inspiration in the form of "Plato's Reprise" and "Realizations Resolved," as well as for permitting me to borrow elements from both stories. Errors due to my last-minute changes. Author's note: This is my very first story and I welcome all manner of feedback and criticisms except flames. The following week lingered on like the last week before Christmas does for a child. The Captain had been gone for days and Uhura wondered when he would return. She was at least relieved to be busy with the party preparations. She had several party games planned, apple bobbing, music, and decorations all ready. She had put most of the bridge crew to work on minor tasks while she and Christine took care of the major ones. There were very few details she had not addressed. For decorations, she asked Christine to borrow specimen jars and a model human skeleton from sickbay and the labs, while Spock, Sulu and Chekov were tasked with balloons and streamers. The food would be an assortment of Terran finger foods made from autumn fruits and vegetables along with apple cider to drink. Uhura was sure not to forget Halloween supplies such as "Trick-or-Treat" bags and small, individually-wrapped candies. Uhura had strictly forbidden anyone but her helpers from entering the Rec deck for the last three days. She oversaw and spent the majority of her off-duty hours making sure everything was to her specifications. Christine Chapel walked up behind her while she was directing the placement of some fibrous material intended to represent cobwebs. "Oh hi, Chris. What do you think? Too much? Not enough? "Too much. As in, you're doing too much, period. Have you slept in the past week?" "Of course I have. I'm just trying to stay busy," she said with her winning smile, but tired eyes. "But now that you mention it, I should be putting the finishing touches on my costume. Oh, I'm going to need your help with it the night of the party. Is yours finished?" "Yes, it's done. I hope I don't bloat up before I can get into it," she said with a smirk. "But as a health care professional, I am recommending that you get back to your cabin and relax a little. The boys can finish up with the spider webs, can't you, Pavel, Hikaru?" "Da. Ladies, did you know dat..." Chekov began with a gleam in his eye. Sulu did not allow him to continue. "Give me a hand with that corner, 'Mr. It was a Russian Invention.'" "Da," he said in mock defeat. Uhura and Christine laughed. "Thank you both. You've been wonderful," Uhura said to the men and turned to look at Christine. "Okay, I'll go back to my quarters on one condition: if you'll read a ghost story for the party. That'll be your dare." "Fine. Now go!" "Excellent," Uhura said in her witchiest voice and rubbed her hands together fiendishly. "You are all under my spell, my pretties!" Uhura cackled mischievously and gathered up the decoration remnants, said good night to everyone and walked back to her cabin. The next day would be two days before the party, and she was still tying up loose ends while wondering if Captain Kirk and McCoy would be back from their mission in time to attend. She assured herself that it was his intention to miss it, and even if he returned in time, would he beg off the party on fatigue from the trip? //Who cares? So what if he's not there? As if I can't enjoy myself without him around!// She put the finishing touches on her costume and went to bed saying a silent prayer that he would be there to see it. ********** She walked onto the bridge at the start of her shift the next day, and saw the profile of a blondish man in the captain's chair. She took a seat at her station and began calibrating her board. There he was and divine as always. She decided with a smile that although he looked good, she looked better than he did. She was glad she had done a little extra this morning, just to give herself a boost. Her hair and nails were perfect, and she wore boots with a slightly higher length and heel, the ones Christine had talked her into buying on one of their shopping expeditions. She liked them because they made her look taller and her already shapely legs appear even longer and sexier. She also wore for the first time an expensive "special occasion" perfume she recently purchased on Rigel 7. She had bought it because she loved the smell but could not resist being intrigued by the salesperson's recommendation that it also had aphrodisiac effects on males. The bridge seemed busier than usual today. There were more people and everyone seemed a bit on edge, as if no one had expected the Captain to return, even though Spock was often a stricter commander. Kirk turned his head slightly to his right, curiously. He had smelled the most exquisite scent. He swung around to the science station, when he noticed a high-heeled boot attached to hosed legs out of the corner of his eye. He acknowledged the longer heel with a heavy swallow and continued slowly around until he faced her. //Those boots aren't regulation, are they? If not, they ought to be. But only for her.// She was facing her left, signing off on an ensign's padd. He stole a quick glance at her and then lowered his eyes casually to appreciate her legs again. She saw him out of the corner of her eye and smiled to herself that he was looking at her. //God, she smells good.// Kirk would be glad when his shift was over. He suddenly had a craving for some of McCoy's brandy and perhaps a relaxing game of chess with Spock. Yes, he would be glad when the day was over. He swung around to the front. //Damn Spock for being able to see her and be near her without being as obvious as I have to be. What's he saying to her?// "Lieutenant," Spock walked over to stand beside her station with his hands behind his back. "Yes, Mr. Spock?" she looked up with her padd and stylus in hand. "Are you wearing a new perfume? Perhaps the one you purchased on Rigel 7?" "Why, yes it is, Mr. Spock. It's not too strong, is it?" she asked as low-keyed as she could. "No, it is most agreeable, yet I am concerned for... the others. Although my sense of smell is superior than that of humans, it seems that I am less susceptible to the... effects of that particular plant derivative." "You don't believe that it's really an aphrodisiac, do you?" she whispered. "I'm sure that was just a sales ploy." "Are you two done chit-chatting? We are trying to run a starship here," Kirk said with a head tilt in their direction. "Yes, Sir," they both replied in unison. "I would not be so certain if I were you, Lieutenant," Spock said to her almost silently. On his way back to his station he subtly glanced in the direction of the rest of the bridge crew, which today happened to be all-male. Uhura swiveled to follow Spock's eyes and was amused to see Chekov and Sulu both adjusting their collars and looking twitchy and dazed. Kirk addressed the other side of the bridge. "Scotty, is there a problem with environmental controls?" "Nae... they're operating at optimum. Mr. Spock can confirm, I'm sure," Scotty said, despite his glistening face. "Affirmative, Captain. The bridge temper-" "Never mind, Spock," Kirk snapped. Suddenly, Kirk spun around and stopped directly in front of Uhura with an aggravated look on his face. He eyed her warily, which only made her want to wriggle in delight, and wonder if he were going to scold her. //Save that for private, Baby.// "Lieutenant," he began, rubbing his chin and staring at her darkly. He wiped a bead of perspiration from his brow. "Yes, sir?" she smiled demurely at him. "Lieutenant, I know that Cyrano Jones isn't the only disreputable merchant in the galaxy but he should be quite occupied at the moment with tribble clean-up. But I must ask: have you purchased anything unusual from any other disreputable merchants I should know about?" She looked shocked. "No Cyrano Jones and no tribbles, sir. Of course not," she said with an innocence Kirk knew first-hand she did not possess. Spock turned slowly toward them with an exasperated look on his face. "Excuse me, but Lieutenant, you purchased that fragrance, on Rigel 7. Their merchants are not particularly known for their trustworthiness." "Mr. Spock, that's precisely why I did not believe him when he said it was an aphrodisiac," she said in mock defense. She faced Kirk. "Captain, I assure you that it isn't contraband. Spock was with me when I purchased it." "Really?" Kirk grinned like he had just been told a dirty little secret. He turned in Spock's direction, feeling a slight pang of annoyance. "I wasn't aware that you were a frequent guest on Lieutenant Uhura's legendary, not to mention, bulky shopping excursions." "Not frequent, Captain, but I have enjoyed her company briefly on shore leave in the past." "From what I understand, Mr. Spock, the Lieutenant's shopping trips are never brief," he said with a chuckle. "It was an agreeable time," Spock added and turned back to his view screen, appearing to be unaware of the bristling Uhura was occupied in. Uhura gave Kirk a look that made him swallow hard and wipe more perspiration from his forehead. "Either way, Lieutenant," a smile only for her spread across his lips, "please save that *particular* perfume for off-duty gatherings, such as the Halloween party... tomorrow, is it not? I don't care for the effect it's having on my crewmen," then mouthed the words, "or me" and turned back to the front. "Would you please... take care of that?" he asked her over his shoulder and with a wave of his hand. "Aye, aye, sir," she replied, grinning devilishly to herself as he tapped the arm of his command chair and snapped at an unsuspecting Yeoman. ********** Uhura had read the words in a daze. She thought she had made them up in her mind, she was so thrown by the message, but she read and re- read it and indeed, he had asked for her in his quarters. She was both excited and wary as she walked in the direction of his cabin. Thankfully, she ran into no one she knew on the way. She was certain that her face held the look of a woman up to no good. She stood in front of the door and sighed, adjusted her tunic, pulling it down a bit. She still wore the longer boots and was glad of it. She had taken a shower to remove the intoxicating scent as the Captain had asked, and even tested it on Sulu to make sure it could be eliminated with simple sonics. Pulling a hair around her ear, she hit the door chime. "Come," she heard from the interior. She stepped into the front room, glanced around and pulled in her bottom lip. She could not understand how a room, a simple officer's cabin could arouse her. She had come to realize that almost everything associated with him represented sex to her. His face, his voice, his clothes, his walk, his command, and now his quarters. They were his. What was contained therein was his. They were... "Lieutenant, you received my message," he said walking out of the sleeping area. "Please, have a seat," he said gesturing toward the sofa. //I am the Communications Officer, after all. Of course, I received it.// "Yes, sir. Thank you." She slowly sat down and crossed her legs, smoothing out the hem on her thigh, paying undue attention to it. "Lieutenant Uhura, this conversation is off the record, unless you choose otherwise," he began grimly. "I know that what happened the other evening wasn't planned by either of us. We were caught up in the difficulties between us that were never properly addressed immediately after beam-up from Platonius. That... was entirely my fault. I failed you as your captain and... as your friend. You should not be subject to the indiscretions of one that you receive orders from and hopefully, trust. For that I sincerely apologize." Uhura clenched her fists and held them beside her on the sofa. "Apologize?!" Kirk looked startled although he knew he should not have been. "Permission to speak candidly, Captain," she said, her voice rising slightly. "Granted, of course," he replied softly. She stood and began to pace, as Kirk often did when under stress. "You are free to apologize, of course, sir," she said bitingly, "but I was never sorry for what happened, and frankly, I don't believe you are either. Perhaps you're feeling just a little..." Kirk watched her move back and forth. "A little what, Uhura?" "Nothing. Captain, I don't believe that this was just a result of some silly kiss and petting that some sick people forced on us. It's much more than that for me." She stopped and looked directly at him. "Please just tell me the truth. Is that all I am to you? A mistake? An indiscretion?" She heard her voice quaver. "Nyota," he said, standing and walking to her. "Of course not," he smiled. "But don't you see? What I want is beside the point. My foremost duty is to my command, this ship, and I've breached that and it's just not acceptable." She began pacing again. "To you or to Starfleet?" she asked, stopping dead in her tracks and glaring at him. "Uhura, you're not being fair," he said, sitting down on the sofa roughly. "Starfleet will always come first. You know that. That fact has no reflection on you whatsoever." His voice was sharp. "You're telling me that you have no feelings for me." "Of course I'm not saying that. What I'm saying is that my feelings... are irrelevant. The fact is, what happened the other night... can never happen again. And I think you know that. You wouldn't expect anything different from me." Uhura thought her ribcage was stuck in a vise. She felt out of breath for a moment and not entirely sure that she could remain standing much longer. She did not know what she had expected when he had called her here. She knew this conversation was bound to happen; she had just tried not to think about it. She was thankful for the party. It was an excellent distraction. "I would if you cared anything for me. Captain, I..." She looked lost. He stood quickly and grabbed her by the arms, as if he were going to catch her. "I do, damn it, it just doesn't matter. Don't you see? Are you... even listening to me?" She looked up at him, searching his eyes, trembling. She pulled from his grasp, walked away from him and sat back down. //Keep it together, girl. Don't you dare cry.// Kirk stood there miserably wondering what he could do to repair the damage he had done. Not knowing what else to do, he turned to look at her tenderly and asked, "Can I get you anything? Some water?" "Some Saurian Brandy sounds pretty good right now," she said with a cynical chuckle. She put her head in her hands for a moment, summoning her strength, telling herself that she could handle this. She adjusted her uniform and regained her composure. "I could use a glass myself," he said tiredly and took a seat at his desk and poured two glasses. Uhura sighed, stood and walked over to stand in front of him. He handed her a glass. She took a sip, never taking her eyes off him. Kirk gazed up at her, appreciating her beauty, his slacks beginning to feel more snug. //God, she's sexy. How does she do this to me? Her voice, her eyes... her legs. Five years and hundreds of women on this ship and she's the only one who...// He stopped, realizing his mind had wandered and she was staring back at him. "You know, those boots, they aren't regulation, are they?" He asked with a glance and pointed toward her legs with his glass, instantly regretting the question. "No, not exactly," she replied with a seductive smile. Stretching her leg out in front of her and placing her toe on the base of his chair between his legs, she asked, "What are you going to do, Captain? Counsel me for uniform violation?" Adjusting the tops of the boots and pretending to check for runs in her tights, she gave him a sly look. "Very funny, Lieutenant. I can see you're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" "Why should I...sir?" "Because I'm your friend. Isn't that reason enough?" he said with a flash of his charming smile. "That's all you've got?" Kirk lowered his eyes for a moment and then stood up suddenly, grabbed her by the arms, spun her around and sat her down in his chair. Startled, she let out a little shriek. He held her there, while she simply looked up at him helplessly. He bent down and kissed her long and deeply, nipping her lip when he came up for air. She relaxed in his grasp, sinking into the chair a bit. Wanting more access to her, he lifted her up by the arms and moved her to the edge of his desk and stood between her legs. "Just tell me you don't want me," she whispered while running her hands over his chest and kissing his neck gently. "Uhura," he began but she caught his tongue between her teeth and kissed him. "You know my name, Jim." "Nyota?" "Yes, Baby?" "You're not wearing that perfume are you?" he asked breathlessly. "Not a drop, Sweetie," she replied with a throaty laugh. "Computer, lights one quarter power," she said as he picked her up and carried her to his bed. ********** Uhura slowly slid out from under the Captain's arm and got out of the bed, tiptoed over to the 'fresher and got a towel to wrap around herself, since her uniform was nowhere in sight. Kirk was still asleep and had rolled over onto his stomach in a tangle of bed sheets. One of the sheets draped gently over his bottom, leaving the tiniest part near his hips uncovered. She noticed it and bit her finger, to prevent herself from biting it instead. //Why shouldn't I?// She walked over to the bed, bent over him and grabbed a tiny biteful between her teeth and nipped him gently. His hips bucked just faintly and he turned over onto his back, revealing what was to become a taunting erection. He reached up and pulled her down onto him, kissing her, pulling off her towel and tossing it roughly. "That's probably what happened to my uniform, sir," she said at her first opportunity. "Your uniform? You don't need that now, do you?" he asked beginning to lightly caress her breasts. "As much as I absolutely hate to say this, I really have to go. The Alpha crew will be up soon." Kirk dropped his head back onto the pillow in resignation. "Alright, I'll let you go. This time," he said with a smile. "Do you mind telling me what you did with my uniform?" "Me? Um... I'm sure it's around here somewhere," he said with a glance around the room. "There it is," he said and pointed to a corner of the other room that he could see. "You should be more careful. Suppose we didn't find it?" Kirk was watching her put on her uniform with an admiring look in his eyes. "Please tell me your costume is a towel. I think that's my favorite thing to see you in." She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. "Well, it's not as if you've seen me in a lot of things. I think my uniform, a towel and nothing are basically it." "No, I've also seen you in a robe. A soaking wet one that..." He reached up and grabbed her again, tossing her down on the bed and laying on her with a mischievous laugh. She shrieked giddily, responding to his kisses. Kirk heard his alarm go off. He turned it off giving Uhura a defeated look. "I told you I had to go," she poked him in the nose. "But you wouldn't listen. Now if I have to run into everyone and their mother on the way back to my cabin, I'm going to kill you." "I guess I'll just have to take that chance." He gave her tiny kisses up her arm. "I'm sure you could come up with ways to kill me kindly..." Uhura threw her head back and laughed, remembering that she had had the very same thought about him not long ago. "What's so funny, Nyota?" "Nothing, Jim. I should go." "Yes, you're right, of course." He stood and wrapped a sheet around his waist and walked her over to the door. He asked the computer if the hallway was vacant. "You are coming to the party, aren't you?" Uhura asked him with a caress of his chest. "Nah. I've got a date." She kissed him quick. "You're terrible to me!" He grinned. "What are you coming as? How will I find you?" The computer confirmed that the hallway was deserted. "Don't worry, I'll find you," she said with a kiss and left. end of part IV ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: