A Pragmatic Theory of Truth - 16/25
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leandraholmesTitle: A Pragmatic Theory of Truth
Chapter: 16 of 25 (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15)
Word count: 2728 (~ 55,000 in total)
Authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
petbubble and leandralocke
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG - NC-17
Summary: One and a half years before the destruction of Vulcan, Spock meets an extraordinary young cadet during a lecture at Starfleet Academy. Their initial encounter is brief but intense, and affects both of them in ways they could never have imagined.
Authors' notes Thanks toblueeyed_secret for beta-reading.
This is our first multi-chapter Spock/Uhura fic, but it has been completed for a while. We are currently already working on follow-ups, so there's no need to worry that this might never be completed. We're just editing it chapter by chapter and having it beta-read now and should post a new chapter every few days.
The story is also online at Fanfiction.net
It took the hovercab 6 minutes and 43 seconds to get from Starfleet Academy to the apartment in Jersey Street, 28 hours and 37 minutes after he had last seen her. And curiously enough the anticipation that stirred in him during those brief moments was much stronger than all those hours before. It was illogical to feel that way - he would have told himself in the past - but even if it was, it was also simply true.
Cadet Uhura... Nyota had sent him a message later last evening, at 21:07, to be precise, with the exact address to the apartment of a friend that was currently on a mission in space on board of the USS Achilles, and it was logical to assume that it was the friend she had been so worried about. He, himself, should have felt at least some kind of concern that she probably had confided in said friend and maybe even explained the reason why she wanted to use her apartment, but he decided it would be more logical to wait to hear what Nyota would tell him. She was intelligent enough not to risk her own and his career by disclosing delicate information if it would have severe consequences for both of them. This thought preoccupied him for the longest part throughout those 6 minutes and 43 seconds, and he wondered what levels of precaution they would have to take not to be discovered, played through possible and likely scenarios that could provide a flaw in their plan, but so far could not find any that were an immediate threat.
At exactly nineteen hundred, he stepped out of the hovercab and walked up to the small two-story house, finding the entrance to the overlying apartments beside a shop selling Asian groceries. The door was open, and he took the stairs to the second floor, stopping in front of one of the two apartment doors with the correct surname next to it.
He pressed the bell.
There was a long pause before he heard the internal lock disengage. As the door slid open Nyota stood there, a nervous smile on her face. She wore her hair fully down, just like the first night they had been together, and the dark locks draped over her shoulders. She had changed from her cadet uniform into a knee length plum skirt and a fitted white blouse that contrasted well with her brown, smooth skin. Head tilted, she took her time looking him over and then, biting her bottom lip slightly, she grinned. “You found the place alright then. Good. Please, come in Spock.”
“Apparently,” he replied, raising an eyebrow.
Stepping back slightly she let him enter, engaging the lock as he stood in the entrance way with her before she walked towards a warmly lit room. And as she did, Spock noticed that she was barefoot.
She also had a different sway to her walk, not as brisk and determined as usual when she was wearing the robust uniform boots, and he could not help to think that the sight looked pleasing.
“It is convenient that you have found this place,” he said then as he reached her, looking down at her slender, compared to him tiny figure, and he knew he wanted to kiss her, hold her in his arms very soon. “I have to ask you, however. You have not told your friend whom you were planning to meet, Nyota?”
A slight frown crossed her face as she looked up at him, the light in the room reflecting off her dark eyes and cheekbones.
“No, of course not Spock. I told her I needed to borrow it for studying. Somewhere I could spread out and crash when I needed to, and she knows me well enough to accept that. And…well I wasn’t really lying.” Blushing slightly, she gestured behind her to a small desk where there were several PADDs lying on the floor, and an earpiece on the chair. He realized she had obviously arrived much earlier and had been unable to resist using the spare time to study.
Shifting on the balls of her feet, she suddenly looked less assured and raised a hand to play with her earring, licking her bottom lip slowly as she held his gaze.
He thought he sensed just the vaguest hint of annoyance or disappointment from her features and the tone of her voice when she had replied. And maybe he should have clarified that he did not mean to offend her with his question but just needed to be sure, but that he also had expected her to have handled it intelligently enough. But looking down into her face, her body so close to his, he did not want to waste any more time on unnecessary talk. With a determined yet gentle movement he placed one hand on the small of her back, pulled her closer and bent down to kiss her lips.
A small moan escaped her mouth as their lips touched. Hers moved gently under his, mouth opening slightly as she raised a hand to his face. Although her eyes had been open when he kissed her, they soon closed and her tongue gently teased him, a soft but insistent intrusion in his mouth. Her thumb stroked his cheek as she pushed herself against him, her curves pressing against his body, a clear message that she wanted him, wanted more than just this.
Her hand slowly moved down his face until her fingertips held his chin. Mumbling something against his mouth, she moved her face a little and broke the kiss, a reluctant expression on her flushed face. Still pressed against him she rubbed her thumb along his bottom lip and sighed loudly.
“Woah. We need to slow down, Spock.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, regarded her with slight confusion. Had he not just observed her need for him, felt it first-hand? What reason was there to not follow the needs of their bodies when they had already done so in the past? Did she not want him anymore? Was she in the process of changing her mind unexpectedly, for some reason he could not comprehend?
His hand stayed around her waist, lessening the pressure, yet not willing to let go completely.
“Forgive me, but I do not understand,” he said honestly. “I had assumed that this was the purpose of meeting here.“
A flush crept up her neck, and she looked momentarily flustered. “I forget that you’re not human, Spock,” she murmured, her eyes widening as she must have realized how that sounded. Stammering slightly she continued “I mean…it just feels natural being around you, so I forget that you’re not used to all of our customs. Our dating rituals you could say.” She spoke the last words with a small smile on her face as she reached behind and pressed her fingers against his wrist, indicating that she wanted him to release her from his light embrace. Still holding his wrist, she stepped backwards, moving towards the large couch by the window. “Sit with me, and I’ll try and explain. But if you don’t understand you have to ask. Okay?”
He only nodded as he followed her, sitting down on the large and comfortable piece of furniture next to her. He was quite clueless what exactly she would explain, which reasons she could have to be reluctant now. He tried to compare it to previous experience, but found out that it was just too limited. There had only been four women he had shared a bed with before her, and with three of them for only a single night. The liaison with Megan had lasted for two months and 21 days, yet the purpose of their meetings had always been clear.
Nyota turned to face him, tucking her feet up on the couch beside her, and she rested a hand on his forearm, index finger tracing a circular pattern on his sleeve. Her head tilted, she regarded him for a while, not saying a word, though it was clear from her eyes that she was pondering. Clearing her throat she began to speak. “Spock. I’ll be honest – I do want to sleep with you. Hell, more than you probably realize. I mean, I thought that you filled my mind plenty after we slept together, but since yesterday-,” The rush of words stopped suddenly, and she took a steadying breath, staring at her hand, before speaking again.
“I am attracted to you, but I want to know you, Spock. I want to talk to you, spend time with you – time that doesn’t just involve us having our clothes off. Not that that isn’t fun of course,” she looked up at him with a wide, cheeky grin on her face. “I also need to know that you’re not just using me to get your Vulcan leg over. That you want to know me too. Does any of this make sense?”
He was tempted to point out that the last part – an idiom he hadn't heard yet – hadn't, but this wasn't the time to criticize the logic of human metaphors. Although there was a probability she would have laughed. Instead, however, he laid his hand on hers, felt her slightly cooler fingers beneath his own as he looked into her eyes.
“Since the premise of our relationship is a completely different one than last time, there is of course room for different rules,” he said, although he still partly doubted her logic. Or maybe he had just yearned for this so much that he found it difficult to accept. “You have to tell me what in your eyes is appropriate in our situation and what not.”
Nyota dipped her head a little as he spoke, as though trying to hide the small, more personal smile that was on her face. “Okay Spock, this is…unusual for me as well. I don’t mean the species thing – well not just the species thing. Difference. Damn. I mean, the – our – relationship, and this whole ground rules setting.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a few seconds. When she opened them again, she had a determined look on her face, as though she was tackling a troubling assignment.
“Okay. Basic ground rules. One: We don’t tell anyone about this. We can’t – for obvious reasons. I don’t want you getting sanctions from the Academy for ‘seducing’ a cadet,” as she spoke she lifted her spare hand and gestured in a way that he assumed was meant to represent quotation marks. “ Two: No PDAs – sorry; Public Displays of Affection – anywhere on campus unless we’re sure that we’re alone. And that goes for both of us, so no looks, hand gestures, touching of any kind. We act like we’ve been doing. Three: I want, no, I need you to be yourself, Spock. Don’t try and be anything or do anything that feels unusual, unnatural to you. I’ve already said I don’t need or want romance or fancy words. I just want you.”
Even though he could have interrupted her at the beginning already, he had listened intently. “I believe the first two rules you stated are quite self-evident. You have been a diligent and extraordinary good student before I ever became your instructor. Yet that alone does not provide the safety that you might not face expulsion if this was discovered or at least derecognition of your achievements in my class or any other I could have aided you with.”
It was, in fact, the worst case scenario, and so far Spock had not heard of a case where a cadet had actually been expelled within the time he had been at Starfleet. However, he knew that she was facing these dangers only because of him. “Therefore rule two is only a logical extension of rule one. As for the third...” Sometimes, Spock wasn't so sure who exactly he was and, most of all, wanted to be. There were too many differences in both cultures that had influenced his life so far, too many contradictory needs and views.
“It may not be logical, but I have discovered that sometimes the unusual is good.”
Her laughter echoed through the small apartment as he finished, and she nodded at him. “Unusual is sometimes very good, Spock, but it’s more to make sure that you don’t feel… pressured by me. I can be quite demanding sometimes, and I want you to know you can tell me ‘no’ at anytime, or even just disagree with something I say.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, quite surprised by her words. He had always been under the impression that women, at least from Earth, were the ones worried about being pressured and not daring to say no. At least he had heard and read about it several times. His brow still raised, he replied: “I will keep that in mind.”
“Good, and I mean it. If we’re going to make this work, you need to have the same rights as me. Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I’m the only one allowed to shout up when I feel uncomfortable.”
Shifting on the couch she drew her legs up underneath her, so she was kneeling next to him, her knees touching his thigh. Reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, she looked at him intently, her lips pursed a little before continuing.
“More…personal rules. No sex – yet. It’s not that I’m not attracted to you, because, my God, I am. I just want this to be more than we’ve already had and for me that means waiting. So no clothes off. For a while, anyway.” Sighing a little, in an almost regretful way, Nyota lifted her hand and gently rubbed her fingertips over his brow, following the line towards his temples. “There are still plenty of things we can do though, even fully clothed,” she murmured as she leaned forwards and kissed his jaw, little feather-light kisses that moved round towards his ear.
Spock closed his eyes, relieved by her words and content about the kisses. He had not been sure which consequences her previously only roughly phrased suggestion not to have sex would have. If she indeed had only wanted to talk without touching for a while – days, weeks maybe – he would have, of course, accepted it. But feeling her lips on his skin, her hand caressing him was a lot more satisfying. “Accepted,” he simply said as he laid one arm around her waist to pull her just a little closer. Then his lips searched for hers and captured them in a soft, slow kiss.
As he held her, Nyota moved her hand from his arm to his chest, holding herself against him. She kissed him back slowly, a more teasing movement to her lips, her tongue occasionally stroking his bottom lip, but never doing more than that. He felt her shuffle position, and heard her mumble something as she moved her mouth away from his briefly.
“Umph. Not comfortable, Spock. Need to move.”
Her lips returned to his as she moved, her body twisting slightly until she was sitting, almost lying in his lap. The fingers of one hand ran through his hair before resting at the base of his head as she sighed quietly, almost a faint moan of pleasure.
It was difficult not to let the usual process happen that was triggered by these kinds of stimuli. He needed to remind himself that this was not the prelude to more intimate contact but all there was going to be. As he slowly slid backwards, almost completely lying down on the couch, her on top of him, he did however experience an advantage of her rule. He could savor those small touches much more, found the gentle contact of her lips more intense, looked at her face in between the kisses more closely and... felt more connected to her than he would have expected. Whether it was an emotional or logical effect he didn't know.
And it did not matter.
~ TBC ~
Chapter 17
No Spock, no porn time, unfortunately :D
Chapter: 16 of 25 (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15)
Word count: 2728 (~ 55,000 in total)
Authors:
petbubble and leandralockeGenre: Romance
Rating: PG - NC-17
Summary: One and a half years before the destruction of Vulcan, Spock meets an extraordinary young cadet during a lecture at Starfleet Academy. Their initial encounter is brief but intense, and affects both of them in ways they could never have imagined.
Authors' notes Thanks to
blueeyed_secret for beta-reading. This is our first multi-chapter Spock/Uhura fic, but it has been completed for a while. We are currently already working on follow-ups, so there's no need to worry that this might never be completed. We're just editing it chapter by chapter and having it beta-read now and should post a new chapter every few days.
The story is also online at Fanfiction.net
It took the hovercab 6 minutes and 43 seconds to get from Starfleet Academy to the apartment in Jersey Street, 28 hours and 37 minutes after he had last seen her. And curiously enough the anticipation that stirred in him during those brief moments was much stronger than all those hours before. It was illogical to feel that way - he would have told himself in the past - but even if it was, it was also simply true.
Cadet Uhura... Nyota had sent him a message later last evening, at 21:07, to be precise, with the exact address to the apartment of a friend that was currently on a mission in space on board of the USS Achilles, and it was logical to assume that it was the friend she had been so worried about. He, himself, should have felt at least some kind of concern that she probably had confided in said friend and maybe even explained the reason why she wanted to use her apartment, but he decided it would be more logical to wait to hear what Nyota would tell him. She was intelligent enough not to risk her own and his career by disclosing delicate information if it would have severe consequences for both of them. This thought preoccupied him for the longest part throughout those 6 minutes and 43 seconds, and he wondered what levels of precaution they would have to take not to be discovered, played through possible and likely scenarios that could provide a flaw in their plan, but so far could not find any that were an immediate threat.
At exactly nineteen hundred, he stepped out of the hovercab and walked up to the small two-story house, finding the entrance to the overlying apartments beside a shop selling Asian groceries. The door was open, and he took the stairs to the second floor, stopping in front of one of the two apartment doors with the correct surname next to it.
He pressed the bell.
There was a long pause before he heard the internal lock disengage. As the door slid open Nyota stood there, a nervous smile on her face. She wore her hair fully down, just like the first night they had been together, and the dark locks draped over her shoulders. She had changed from her cadet uniform into a knee length plum skirt and a fitted white blouse that contrasted well with her brown, smooth skin. Head tilted, she took her time looking him over and then, biting her bottom lip slightly, she grinned. “You found the place alright then. Good. Please, come in Spock.”
“Apparently,” he replied, raising an eyebrow.
Stepping back slightly she let him enter, engaging the lock as he stood in the entrance way with her before she walked towards a warmly lit room. And as she did, Spock noticed that she was barefoot.
She also had a different sway to her walk, not as brisk and determined as usual when she was wearing the robust uniform boots, and he could not help to think that the sight looked pleasing.
“It is convenient that you have found this place,” he said then as he reached her, looking down at her slender, compared to him tiny figure, and he knew he wanted to kiss her, hold her in his arms very soon. “I have to ask you, however. You have not told your friend whom you were planning to meet, Nyota?”
A slight frown crossed her face as she looked up at him, the light in the room reflecting off her dark eyes and cheekbones.
“No, of course not Spock. I told her I needed to borrow it for studying. Somewhere I could spread out and crash when I needed to, and she knows me well enough to accept that. And…well I wasn’t really lying.” Blushing slightly, she gestured behind her to a small desk where there were several PADDs lying on the floor, and an earpiece on the chair. He realized she had obviously arrived much earlier and had been unable to resist using the spare time to study.
Shifting on the balls of her feet, she suddenly looked less assured and raised a hand to play with her earring, licking her bottom lip slowly as she held his gaze.
He thought he sensed just the vaguest hint of annoyance or disappointment from her features and the tone of her voice when she had replied. And maybe he should have clarified that he did not mean to offend her with his question but just needed to be sure, but that he also had expected her to have handled it intelligently enough. But looking down into her face, her body so close to his, he did not want to waste any more time on unnecessary talk. With a determined yet gentle movement he placed one hand on the small of her back, pulled her closer and bent down to kiss her lips.
A small moan escaped her mouth as their lips touched. Hers moved gently under his, mouth opening slightly as she raised a hand to his face. Although her eyes had been open when he kissed her, they soon closed and her tongue gently teased him, a soft but insistent intrusion in his mouth. Her thumb stroked his cheek as she pushed herself against him, her curves pressing against his body, a clear message that she wanted him, wanted more than just this.
Her hand slowly moved down his face until her fingertips held his chin. Mumbling something against his mouth, she moved her face a little and broke the kiss, a reluctant expression on her flushed face. Still pressed against him she rubbed her thumb along his bottom lip and sighed loudly.
“Woah. We need to slow down, Spock.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, regarded her with slight confusion. Had he not just observed her need for him, felt it first-hand? What reason was there to not follow the needs of their bodies when they had already done so in the past? Did she not want him anymore? Was she in the process of changing her mind unexpectedly, for some reason he could not comprehend?
His hand stayed around her waist, lessening the pressure, yet not willing to let go completely.
“Forgive me, but I do not understand,” he said honestly. “I had assumed that this was the purpose of meeting here.“
A flush crept up her neck, and she looked momentarily flustered. “I forget that you’re not human, Spock,” she murmured, her eyes widening as she must have realized how that sounded. Stammering slightly she continued “I mean…it just feels natural being around you, so I forget that you’re not used to all of our customs. Our dating rituals you could say.” She spoke the last words with a small smile on her face as she reached behind and pressed her fingers against his wrist, indicating that she wanted him to release her from his light embrace. Still holding his wrist, she stepped backwards, moving towards the large couch by the window. “Sit with me, and I’ll try and explain. But if you don’t understand you have to ask. Okay?”
He only nodded as he followed her, sitting down on the large and comfortable piece of furniture next to her. He was quite clueless what exactly she would explain, which reasons she could have to be reluctant now. He tried to compare it to previous experience, but found out that it was just too limited. There had only been four women he had shared a bed with before her, and with three of them for only a single night. The liaison with Megan had lasted for two months and 21 days, yet the purpose of their meetings had always been clear.
Nyota turned to face him, tucking her feet up on the couch beside her, and she rested a hand on his forearm, index finger tracing a circular pattern on his sleeve. Her head tilted, she regarded him for a while, not saying a word, though it was clear from her eyes that she was pondering. Clearing her throat she began to speak. “Spock. I’ll be honest – I do want to sleep with you. Hell, more than you probably realize. I mean, I thought that you filled my mind plenty after we slept together, but since yesterday-,” The rush of words stopped suddenly, and she took a steadying breath, staring at her hand, before speaking again.
“I am attracted to you, but I want to know you, Spock. I want to talk to you, spend time with you – time that doesn’t just involve us having our clothes off. Not that that isn’t fun of course,” she looked up at him with a wide, cheeky grin on her face. “I also need to know that you’re not just using me to get your Vulcan leg over. That you want to know me too. Does any of this make sense?”
He was tempted to point out that the last part – an idiom he hadn't heard yet – hadn't, but this wasn't the time to criticize the logic of human metaphors. Although there was a probability she would have laughed. Instead, however, he laid his hand on hers, felt her slightly cooler fingers beneath his own as he looked into her eyes.
“Since the premise of our relationship is a completely different one than last time, there is of course room for different rules,” he said, although he still partly doubted her logic. Or maybe he had just yearned for this so much that he found it difficult to accept. “You have to tell me what in your eyes is appropriate in our situation and what not.”
Nyota dipped her head a little as he spoke, as though trying to hide the small, more personal smile that was on her face. “Okay Spock, this is…unusual for me as well. I don’t mean the species thing – well not just the species thing. Difference. Damn. I mean, the – our – relationship, and this whole ground rules setting.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a few seconds. When she opened them again, she had a determined look on her face, as though she was tackling a troubling assignment.
“Okay. Basic ground rules. One: We don’t tell anyone about this. We can’t – for obvious reasons. I don’t want you getting sanctions from the Academy for ‘seducing’ a cadet,” as she spoke she lifted her spare hand and gestured in a way that he assumed was meant to represent quotation marks. “ Two: No PDAs – sorry; Public Displays of Affection – anywhere on campus unless we’re sure that we’re alone. And that goes for both of us, so no looks, hand gestures, touching of any kind. We act like we’ve been doing. Three: I want, no, I need you to be yourself, Spock. Don’t try and be anything or do anything that feels unusual, unnatural to you. I’ve already said I don’t need or want romance or fancy words. I just want you.”
Even though he could have interrupted her at the beginning already, he had listened intently. “I believe the first two rules you stated are quite self-evident. You have been a diligent and extraordinary good student before I ever became your instructor. Yet that alone does not provide the safety that you might not face expulsion if this was discovered or at least derecognition of your achievements in my class or any other I could have aided you with.”
It was, in fact, the worst case scenario, and so far Spock had not heard of a case where a cadet had actually been expelled within the time he had been at Starfleet. However, he knew that she was facing these dangers only because of him. “Therefore rule two is only a logical extension of rule one. As for the third...” Sometimes, Spock wasn't so sure who exactly he was and, most of all, wanted to be. There were too many differences in both cultures that had influenced his life so far, too many contradictory needs and views.
“It may not be logical, but I have discovered that sometimes the unusual is good.”
Her laughter echoed through the small apartment as he finished, and she nodded at him. “Unusual is sometimes very good, Spock, but it’s more to make sure that you don’t feel… pressured by me. I can be quite demanding sometimes, and I want you to know you can tell me ‘no’ at anytime, or even just disagree with something I say.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, quite surprised by her words. He had always been under the impression that women, at least from Earth, were the ones worried about being pressured and not daring to say no. At least he had heard and read about it several times. His brow still raised, he replied: “I will keep that in mind.”
“Good, and I mean it. If we’re going to make this work, you need to have the same rights as me. Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I’m the only one allowed to shout up when I feel uncomfortable.”
Shifting on the couch she drew her legs up underneath her, so she was kneeling next to him, her knees touching his thigh. Reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, she looked at him intently, her lips pursed a little before continuing.
“More…personal rules. No sex – yet. It’s not that I’m not attracted to you, because, my God, I am. I just want this to be more than we’ve already had and for me that means waiting. So no clothes off. For a while, anyway.” Sighing a little, in an almost regretful way, Nyota lifted her hand and gently rubbed her fingertips over his brow, following the line towards his temples. “There are still plenty of things we can do though, even fully clothed,” she murmured as she leaned forwards and kissed his jaw, little feather-light kisses that moved round towards his ear.
Spock closed his eyes, relieved by her words and content about the kisses. He had not been sure which consequences her previously only roughly phrased suggestion not to have sex would have. If she indeed had only wanted to talk without touching for a while – days, weeks maybe – he would have, of course, accepted it. But feeling her lips on his skin, her hand caressing him was a lot more satisfying. “Accepted,” he simply said as he laid one arm around her waist to pull her just a little closer. Then his lips searched for hers and captured them in a soft, slow kiss.
As he held her, Nyota moved her hand from his arm to his chest, holding herself against him. She kissed him back slowly, a more teasing movement to her lips, her tongue occasionally stroking his bottom lip, but never doing more than that. He felt her shuffle position, and heard her mumble something as she moved her mouth away from his briefly.
“Umph. Not comfortable, Spock. Need to move.”
Her lips returned to his as she moved, her body twisting slightly until she was sitting, almost lying in his lap. The fingers of one hand ran through his hair before resting at the base of his head as she sighed quietly, almost a faint moan of pleasure.
It was difficult not to let the usual process happen that was triggered by these kinds of stimuli. He needed to remind himself that this was not the prelude to more intimate contact but all there was going to be. As he slowly slid backwards, almost completely lying down on the couch, her on top of him, he did however experience an advantage of her rule. He could savor those small touches much more, found the gentle contact of her lips more intense, looked at her face in between the kisses more closely and... felt more connected to her than he would have expected. Whether it was an emotional or logical effect he didn't know.
And it did not matter.
~ TBC ~
Chapter 17
No Spock, no porn time, unfortunately :D
