Hypochondria Pt 2

Part 2

Gaila was trying to be understanding, but the truth was she was Orion, and shyness about sexual tension and the like eluded her. As far as she was concerned, everyone should go around naked and have sex with whomever they wanted, whenever they wanted, and hell, wherever they wanted. Uhura was beginning to believe the stories that her roommates homeworld was one big orgy planet. 

She sat on Uhura’s bed, patting her back and cooing comfortably. There was something about the touch of an Orion that could have whatever effect they were looking to instill, and right now Gaila was comforting Uhura, who appreciated the gesture.

“There, there now darling. It’s going to be all right,” Gaila purred. “I’m sure he’ll come around and want to be with you. All you have to do is be assertive.”

Uhura looked up at her roommate. “Gaila, it’s not just about sex, it’s about him.”

Gaila nodded as though she understood, but Uhura knew her well enough to know her roomie just didn’t get it.

“I like Leonard for who he is. I want to get to know him.”

“And you want to have sex with him too, right?”

Uhura smiled. “Yes, Gaila. At some point I’d like to have sex with him too.”

“Then you need to tell him how you feel. Trust me, telling a man you want to have sex with him works wonders for getting you want you want. And that you like him for who he is too,” she added, as an afterthought. “I have to go. I have a date with Gabriella.”

Big surprise, Uhura thought. “Thanks for the advice.”

“You’re welcome.”

Gaila got off her bed, taking the feeling of soothing comfort with her, and opened the door.

“I’m sorry, I was looking for Cadet Uhura.”

Nyota panicked, recognizing McCoy’s voice, hoping Gaila possessed enough tact not to say something that would worsen her sense of horror at his unexpected arrival.

“You’re Leonard McCoy.”

“That’s right.”

“She’s inside. She’s dying to talk to you.”

Gaila left, and Uhura sat up and gave her room a cursory glance. Her side was neat enough, while Gaila’s looked like a tornado had gone through it. All was usual.

McCoy stepped in, looking over the differences in the two halves of the room. “You’re the neat one, I see. It’s the same with me and Jim. He’s sloppy, I’m not.”

McCoy was smiling at her, as though he always came to her room at 2200 hours. “I’m just about to go to sleep. Now’s not a good time to talk.”

“Your roommate said you wanted to talk.”

“She says a lot of things without knowing what she’s talking about. Look, I’m really embarrassed, and sorry, for what happened. Let’s just pretend we don’t know each other, okay?”

“We could, but that would be a real shame. I like you. You’re a really nice person. And, of course, you could have just asked me out.”

McCoy took a seat on Gaila’s bed. Uhura shifted, feeling a spark of hope. Maybe he was interested in her after all. It was an embarrassing way to start, but at least it was a start.

“So, do you want to go out?”

“No.”

Her eyebrows shot up in hurt surprise. “What?”

McCoy got a look on his face that Uhura would expect to see if he were about to tell her she had a fatal, incurable illness.

“You’re a really nice girl, Nyota, but you’re just too young for me,” he said.

“Girl? I’m 22 years old.”

“And I just turned 32. I’m not comfortable with dating a gir—er—woman, 10 years my junior. I’m old fashioned that way. Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered, but it just wouldn’t be a good idea.”

He stood, looking as though he should have the last word. That was the problem with older people. They felt entitled to boss you around just because they had a few years on you. She made a conscious effort to glide gracefully to the door rather than angrily stomp like a petulant eight year old, and pulled it open for him.

“Since you’re intent on dismissing me like a child I guess there’s nothing more to say,” Uhura said.

McCoy looked regretful. “You’ll find someone your own age, Nyota—”

“Don’t call me Nyota. Ever again,” she said coolly. “Doctor.”

He looked ready to say something else, thought better of it, and then walked out the door. He turned to her with an unreadable expression. Or perhaps she could have read it if she weren’t so humiliated and angry. She slammed the door in his face, locked it, and collapsed on the bed, determined not to cry.

***

It was just Uhura’s rotten luck that the next day she had class with McCoy. Dressed in light, cotton Starfleet issue track suits, the entire class met outside. It was stormy looking, with heavy clouds and gusty winds.

“Why are we out here in this weather?” Gaila asked, shivering. She was very sensitive to any kind of cool weather, since her planet was normally warm, bordering on hot, by human standards.

“That’s a good question,” said their instructor, Cmdr. Patel. He paced before his class of 30 students, and looked at the sky. “It’s supposed to rain.”

“Shouldn’t we go inside?” Gaila said, shivering.

He shook his head, saying, “Oh, no. I want you all out here when the rain comes, which is now, apparently. Couldn’t have timed it better myself. Thank you, God.”

Rain started to fall on the back of a flash of lightning. There were protective shields to keep lightning from striking the grounds, but it was still an awesome sight, seeing the heavy storm clouds illuminated with thick bolts of electricity. Thunder rolled, and when the rain fell it didn’t start off easy. It was a hard, fast rush.

“You won’t have the benefit of a controlled environment every time you get into a fight,” Patel shouted over the rain and wind. “Sometimes you’ll be in severe conditions, such as these. We have a student missing.”

It was McCoy’s partner, Jim Kirk. Word had it he was trying the Kobayashi Maru scenario for the second time, the hardheaded dolt. “McCoy, you’ll pair up with Uhura today.”

“No!” Uhura said, but she was drowned out by a particularly loud clap of thunder. McCoy looked insufferably amused at the irritated expression on her face.

“Uhura, you’re so lucky!” Gaila said excitedly. “You get to be manhandled and rolled around in the mud by your man.”

“He’s not my man,” Uhura hissed as McCoy came over.

“Miss Uhura,” he said formally. She rolled her eyes. “Better me than the Adorian, right?”

“No, not really,” she snapped. “Let’s just get this over with, it’s freezing.”

He was looking at her breasts. Her nipples had hardened, and her soaked shirt was clinging to them, revealing every detail. He cleared his throat. He wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes either. He could talk about being too old for her all he wanted, but Leonard McCoy was ripped. Lean, muscled and sexy as hell.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, rolling around with him, soaking wet and in the mud. It would be the closest she ever got to fucking him anyway.

He suddenly lunged when Patel blew an old-fashioned whistle. Uhura tried to sidestep, but the grounds had already turned to muddy slop. She ended up doing an awkward twist in the mud.

Concentrating on the training she’d received in class about fighting on slippery surfaces, Uhura used her momentum to dodge McCoy’s outstretched arm, grabbed his wrist, brought up her knee under his left foot as she fell, and sent him toppling behind her. He landed face first in the mud and looked around at her in surprise.

Uhura grinned in triumph, but that grin turned into a yelp when McCoy reached around, grabbed her foot, which she was too slow to move out of his way, and yanked her toward him. She struggled to get out of his grasp.

“Uhura!” Patel shouted, “Use his weight against him!”

But they were too close, he was too strong, and she couldn’t find any kind of purchase in the mud. She grunted as he slammed her hard to the ground, face first, her left arm twisted behind her painfully. She felt the bulge of his crotch against her ass, his breath was hot on her neck.

“Ready to surrender?” McCoy asked.

His voice, which whispered in her ear, sent shivers from her ear and into her groin. She nodded and tapped the ground, signaling he’d won that round.

It went on and on. McCoy was better in the mud than Uhura, and he’d learned things from Kirk that Patel hadn’t taught in his classes, things that she was pretty sure were illegal, but were highly effective. She tried to remember his tricks, and a couple of times she managed to turn them on him. She was, after all, a fast learner.

When the class was over everyone was soaked, cold, and covered in mud. They squelched toward the showers, which were coed, and Uhura tried her best to get a view of a naked Leonard McCoy stepping into his stall, but he was too modest and wore his towel until he was inside. She watched him as she cleaned up. He enjoyed the hot water, closing his eyes and letting it wash over, warm, and clean him.

“You’d better get moving, Nyota,” Gaila whispered in the stall beside her. She had a knowing grin. “We’ll be late for Spock’s class.”

“Oh, right…”

She quickly showered, cleaning the mud from her hair and body, and then dressed. McCoy, she noticed, dressed in the stall, and stepped out with only his shirt off. His abs were hard and rippled, and his arms well defined. She shook her head, wondering at his insecurities. He was a young man, and really hot.

And he was coming her way.

She hurriedly pulled on her uniform and zipped it in the back, while he stood looking away, toward the shower exits, respecting her privacy.

“Good job today in class,” he said.

“Thanks, you too.”

“Well…” he was frowning, and Uhura wondered why. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

She nodded and watched him leave, wishing there was something she could do to get through to him.


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