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sesh_khemOn a Friday night in early May, Nyota walked slowly home from a party across campus. Pleasantly buzzed, she enjoyed the solitude of her walk in the warm night. She started humming an old standard as she looked into the night sky.
***
Spock quickly walked to his quarters after an obligatory social engagement with other faculty members. It wasn’t that he disliked his colleagues; there were merely too many people in too small a room. He sought the comfortable space and solitude of his home.
He heard singing ahead, a lovely voice. He slowed his pace as he approached. Ahead on the path, silhouetted against the low-hanging moon was a woman swaying and singing.
Blue Moon…
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
His pulse quickened. He knew that voice.
Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for
He did not want to speak, to break the spell. He was close enough to touch her.
And then there suddenly appeared before me…
Arms wide, she turned…and gasped.
His mouth moved, but no words escaped. He was full of apology and desire and embarrassment and…
She had her dutch courage and she used it. Taking a step forward, she continued, softly.
The only one my arms will hold
I heard somebody whisper, "please adore me"
And when I looked to the moon it turned to gold
She was too close. Not close enough. His hand of its own volition reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. She trembled.
He leaned in slowly, to give her the chance to stop him if he was being too bold. But she stood on her toes to meet him. Tentatively, their lips met. Softly at first, but as his arms encircled her, and her fingers ran through his hair, the kiss deepened. Only the need for breath made her tear her lips from his.
“That was…” he began.
“Wow.” She breathed.
“Indeed.” He seemed to suddenly remember where they were. He broke their embrace, but took her hand in his. “It would appear we have much to discuss.”
She could only nod.
He looked around and, seeing no one near, he kissed her again and whispered, “My quarters. 1100 hours tomorrow?”
“Yes.” She squeezed his hand before releasing it.
They stood, unable to take their eyes from one another. Only the sound of raucous laughter approaching ended the moment.
“Go. Before someone comes. Goodnight…Nyota.” It was the first time he’d said her name out loud. It felt good on his tongue.
She grinned. “Yes. Goodnight, Spock.” She turned to go.
He watched her cross the quad before turning to go himself. Behind him he heard her voice.
Blue moon
Now I’m no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
He looked up at Earth’s satellite. There would be complications, obstacles. But none of that mattered.
He approached the steps to the officers' quarters, oblivious to the two cadets making out in the shadows. When the door closed behind him, the young woman pulled herself away from her partner. “Please tell me that wasn’t Commander Spock singing 'Blue Moon'.”
“What? No way !”
The young woman pushed her red locks behind her green ears and returned her attention to her partner. It wouldn’t be until the next morning that she remembered her roommate’s favorite song.
***
Spock quickly walked to his quarters after an obligatory social engagement with other faculty members. It wasn’t that he disliked his colleagues; there were merely too many people in too small a room. He sought the comfortable space and solitude of his home.
He heard singing ahead, a lovely voice. He slowed his pace as he approached. Ahead on the path, silhouetted against the low-hanging moon was a woman swaying and singing.
Blue Moon…
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
His pulse quickened. He knew that voice.
Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for
He did not want to speak, to break the spell. He was close enough to touch her.
And then there suddenly appeared before me…
Arms wide, she turned…and gasped.
His mouth moved, but no words escaped. He was full of apology and desire and embarrassment and…
She had her dutch courage and she used it. Taking a step forward, she continued, softly.
The only one my arms will hold
I heard somebody whisper, "please adore me"
And when I looked to the moon it turned to gold
She was too close. Not close enough. His hand of its own volition reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. She trembled.
He leaned in slowly, to give her the chance to stop him if he was being too bold. But she stood on her toes to meet him. Tentatively, their lips met. Softly at first, but as his arms encircled her, and her fingers ran through his hair, the kiss deepened. Only the need for breath made her tear her lips from his.
“That was…” he began.
“Wow.” She breathed.
“Indeed.” He seemed to suddenly remember where they were. He broke their embrace, but took her hand in his. “It would appear we have much to discuss.”
She could only nod.
He looked around and, seeing no one near, he kissed her again and whispered, “My quarters. 1100 hours tomorrow?”
“Yes.” She squeezed his hand before releasing it.
They stood, unable to take their eyes from one another. Only the sound of raucous laughter approaching ended the moment.
“Go. Before someone comes. Goodnight…Nyota.” It was the first time he’d said her name out loud. It felt good on his tongue.
She grinned. “Yes. Goodnight, Spock.” She turned to go.
He watched her cross the quad before turning to go himself. Behind him he heard her voice.
Blue moon
Now I’m no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
He looked up at Earth’s satellite. There would be complications, obstacles. But none of that mattered.
He approached the steps to the officers' quarters, oblivious to the two cadets making out in the shadows. When the door closed behind him, the young woman pulled herself away from her partner. “Please tell me that wasn’t Commander Spock singing 'Blue Moon'.”
“What? No way !”
The young woman pushed her red locks behind her green ears and returned her attention to her partner. It wouldn’t be until the next morning that she remembered her roommate’s favorite song.
