Use Somebody

Part One: Hypothesis

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The laboratory was by its very nature a place of discovery. Trial and error, experimentation.

…And that was exactly what the tall commander and his young cadet assistant were using it for.

Discovery.

Trial and error.

Experimentation.

They were honoring the scientific method.

Question: What happens when you combine the lust of human with the intensity of a Vulcan?

Hypothesis: A chemical reaction of a highly volatile nature.

Spock and Nyota were merely testing the hypothesis like good scientists. It had begun innocently enough. She really did need to come by his lab to make sure they were still going to meet that night. He legitimately had to get ahead on a few tedious projects in said laboratory. However, as most of their interactions had been ended lately, there lingered a desperation between them in privacy.

It was only to be expected, of course, if you allowed for the fact that the two had been dancing around their attraction for several months before both parties finally came to terms to their feelings. Nyota had tried accepting the fact that her feelings would never be returned, and Spock had tried desperately to ignore the fact that he had feelings in the first place. Both overachievers, the pair had made an honest go of denying the obvious. This was the first dabble in failure on both their parts, but a new and exciting kind of failure.

So, there they were, in some sort of strange secret relationship, completely taboo and absolutely unprecedented, falling faster and harder than either had anticipated, handicapped by a finite amount of places they could be alone together.

And there was an empty laboratory.

2 plus 2 equals 4 after all.

Math, you understand. Lots of math. It tended to go hand and hand with science. Adding, subtracting, multiplying, dividing the ways to make the other unable to function.

And if Nyota's calculations were correct, she was close to a breakthrough of Spock's control.

She wriggled in his lap, which made Spock break their kiss to take a deep breath. His eyes rolled back in his head involuntarily and Spock forced himself to resist the very Vulcan urge to push her off, to end the closeness. This space invasion devestated the half of him that couldn't find a reason for it. Sometimes Nyota overwhelmed him past the point of seeing, making colors appear before his eyes, his senses unused to such an overload. No one truly understood the color orange or appreciate the subtle passion of blue unless they had been kissed by Nyota Uhura, it was safe to say.

After a moment passed he came back down to Earth, and that long subdued humanity inside found a prideful vengeance in pulling her closer, bending her neck to kiss the skin down to her collarbone. He fisted the material of her uniform at her shoulders. Moments earlier his logic had been screaming "look, don't touch," and now it was begging desperately for him to "touch, don't taste". If he wasn't careful, and if his hands found her delicate zipper, he was sure the logic would be screaming for him to "taste, don't feel" very soon.

Spock's ministrations made Nyota slightly lose her balance, a hand jerking out to grab the lab table behind him. Her fingertips brushed a glass vile of something that was probably important to Spock a few minutes ago, but when it crashed to the ground and shattered, Spock was too busy forgetting himself in her to care. They couldn't keep doing this forever, though, as the intensity of his logic-less feelings starting burning the back of his mind. Spock needed to catch his breath, reign himself in. He stopped kissing her and rested his head against her heart. Searching through his mental vocabulary, Spock chose words to describe the warmth inside himself. Content, he decided, was the most appropriate. They really couldn't let this progress any farther than it had already, but Spock didn't want to remove himself from that moment.

She rested her chin on top of his head, twirling some of his hair between her fingers. This was one of his usual "that was an adequate experience, but please allow me to process everything, Nyota" breaks. It was hard sometimes to be patient with him, but in the moments that Spock gave himself over to her completely it made all the rest worth it. She thought of his control of emotion like being allergic to the sun. It wasn't that the Vulcan couldn't appreciate the appeal of warm rays, but a burn was still a burn and best to be avoided. She tried to shade him as best as she could.

"Love you," she muttered, kissing the top of his head. He said nothing, of course. Some might be offended by the silence, but those people would assume silence was a negative reply or a non-answer. Until he told her "Nyota, I do not love you," she could fill in the blanks all on her own, thank you very much.

"We had plans for the evening." Spock finally spoke.

Nyota smiled. "There is something to be said about spontaneity."

"Indeed."

She tilted his head up, looking into the deep pools of his eyes. Spock only stared back, blank faced, but not in a cold way. He was hardly innocent, but there was an unassuming nature about him that Nyota loved. Loyalty, trust, and devotion were as ingrained into his genetics as the color of his skin and eyes. Once, she told him that it seemed to her that he had the best of both worlds, his human characteristics being those of true quality, if not quantity. Spock had raised an eyebrow at this, and she wasn't sure if he was more confused at the idea that he actually had humanity within him or at the suggestion that his dual heritage was a compliment.

Gently, Spock kissed her again. This kiss was more tentative, a test of his control. As it deepened, Nyota heard the laboratory door swish and open. Spock jerked away from her and sat rigid in his chair as if bracing himself for an attack. He stared over her shoulder. Even with her heart sinking in panic, Nyota turned her body to their intruder.

"Did something crash?" Commander Thompson's, another science instructor, began, but his mouth snapped shut. Frozen in the doorway with a look of total shock etched onto his face, Nyota watched in horror as he punched the keypad by the door, making it close. "No exit," her mind screamed.

Thompson's expression changed from one of shock to that of smugness. "Well, don't let me interrupt this show of passionate emotion, Spock."

A great rush of air flooded from her lungs, and Nyota began realizing the flaws of spontaneity—the inability to predict the outcome of situations.

Edit!!!! Changed the name of this fic from Wicked Game to Use Somebody after I found out there's another fic with that name. K? Awesome.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy this. It will be a short fic, probably only 3-4 chapters in length. Please review! They make me write faster...like crack! Yay, and illegal substance reference. Thanks for all your support on my other fics, the Boldly Go series.