Star Trek

Conversational Vulcan by Blue Moon3 (FanFiction.Net Profile)
Spock/Uhura
     When it comes to learning languages, a person is so much better than a computer. When Uhura tracks down the only Vulcan in Starfleet, she has no idea of the events she's setting in motion.
     Spock had seen kisses before, on the old digital Terra movies his mother had loved to watch when he was a boy, and sometimes between couples on campus who believed they were being discreet. One person pressed their lips against another's for a seemingly indeterminate period of time – normally a few seconds – and then parted again. He had seen his mother kiss his father on numerous occasions. As forms of affection went, it did not seem especially stimulating from a third party perspective. For precisely the twenty-third time in Spock's life, he was wrong.
Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16]

For the Rest of Us by Psicygni (FanFiction.Net Profile)
Spock/Uhura
     "You go every Sunday night? How did I not know this?" Nyota asks. "It's just this thing we do," Gaila tells her. "Like with food. And drinks. And people. We all get together and talk about our homes and our traditions and celebrate our holidays and stuff like that. Look, you can come if you want but it's all off worlders. It's not really a human thing, you'd be the only one."
     And she can't even keep her gaze and thoughts on anything appropriate about him, but instead is hungrily examining how his mouth looks, how his shirt fits him, and is imagining what it would be like to taste his neck, to tip his head back and nip at the underside of his jaw. "That is distracting." "Hmm?" she asks, then startles in understanding and raises her padd to cover her face. "Oh God. You can… hear that?" "You are thinking rather loudly," he says and when she drops the padd, she doesn't think she's imagining the green flush that's spreading up his neck.
Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]