Getting Your First Officer Into Bed, 5/20 | Mirrorverse | NC-17

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Title: Getting Your First Officer Into Bed Takes More Than A Good Game of Chess
Chapter:  Bring on the Baby Pictures
Author: Ivy Cross
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Universe/Series: Mirror!verse
Rating: Eventual NC-17
Relationship status: Pre-slash, Slash, First time,
Word count: 2,457
Plot: After Marlena leaves the ship, Kirk needs someone new to occupy his time in bed. His new target becomes his first officer, Mr. Spock. After his initial attempt is shot down, Kirk decides that the pursuit will be as much fun as the conquest.
Warnings: language
Additional Pairings: Past Kirk/Marlena
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or any of the characters there in. This story was written for entertainment purposes only
A/N: Written for st_20_fics

As Spock hurried down the corridors of the ship, the other crew members quickly moved out of his way least they receive an agonizer to the chest. He was in his dress blacks with all his awards, commendations, and other medals attached to the left breast if the jacket. His face was set in his usual expression of neutrally, but inside he was conflicted.

Everyone on board the ship knew that they were escorting the Vulcan ambassador and his wife to Earth, but Spock was certain that no one knew their guests were his mother and father. As thrilled as he was to see his parents, a sense of dread filled him. He could not afford to appear weak in front of the rest of the crew and while he knew his father would not present any issues, his mother... Spock sighed. His mother was going to be another story. She always was. She always found ways to embarrass him.

Perhaps he could convince her to stay in her assigned quarters for the duration of the trip? Yes and perhaps he could convince Ensign Chekov that he was from Paraguay. Spock groaned inwardly. At least the trip to Earth wouldn't take long and he could have them both off the ship as well as out of his hair.

He reached the entrance to the airlock, and took a minute to smooth his hair and uniform before opening the door. At least Captain Kirk wouldn't be bothering with this, Spock thought.  Knowing that egotistical prick, he was somewhere drunk trying to mount another crew member be they male or female.

It surprised Spock to no end when the door opened and the first thing he saw was his Captain, in his dress blacks, his smile like a little sun. Beside him was Doctor McCoy in his dress uniform and grinning like an idiot. Spock froze,  but quickly recovered. Straightening his shoulders, Spock continued into the airlock .

"Captain. Doctor."

"Mr. Spock, good of you to join us. We were just waiting for the ambassador and his party to arrive," Kirk said.

"How gracious of you, Captain. Though, I will admit that I am surprised to see you here. I would have assumed that you would not have been interested."

"Not interested? Whatever made you think that?" Kirk tilted his head to one side making a show of looking puzzled. Spock fumed. The man was up to something, he just knew it. Damn him.

"Sir, the Ambassador's shuttle has arrived," a voice from a nearby COMM unit cut in just as Spock opened his mouth to question Kirk further. Kirk's already impossibly sunny countenance brightened even more.

"Excellent. Follow standard docking procedures. Kirk out." The voice on the other end of the COMM acknowledged the order and the room fell silent. Spock decided to ignore Kirk for now. The human a was not to the be trusted and he was dying to know what he was up too,  but that could wait.

Spock took his place on the other side of Kirk as he and the doctor straightened their tunics. The airlock door opened and Spock could see the recently landed shuttle. And coming toward him, possessing dignity and grace, were his mother and father.

His father was not dressed his traditional robes,  but in black dress slacks and a tunic. The tunic had a high collar and the front of it was decorated with green silk vines. His mother wore her black oversized traveling cloak and matching gloves. He hair was covered with a thin vale.

He made eye contact with both of them and resisted the urge to run towards them. How long had it been? He lifted his chin and did his best to show them the proud and respected member of Starfleet he become.

They stopped before the trio and a tall thin Vulcan came out from behind them. He was dressed in colors Spock's house and gave off an air of overblown self importance.

“May I present his Lordship, Ambassador Xtmprsqzntwlfb S'chn T'gai Sarek and his honorable wife, the Lady Amanda Grayson.” The servant gave a bow and stepped back behind the pair. Spock watched as his Father took one step forward and bowed his head in greeting.

“Permission to come aboard?” he said. Spock's eyes darted to Kirk who was still smiling. To Spock's surprise Kirk bowed slightly to his father.

“Permission granted, Ambassador. Your presence here honor us.” Spock fought to keep his expression neutral as he wanted to turn to his Captain make sure the man hadn't suffered a blow to the head. Perhaps that was why Doctor McCoy was here? Kirk had been knocked senseless and decided that he wanted to be here, so McCoy tagged along to make sure he didn't collapse or bleed out or Surak only knew.

Spock's suspicion only deepened when Kirk raised his hand in the ta'al and said, “T'nar pak sorat y'rani.” At that moment, Spock thought his knees would give out. Who was this man? Where was his Captain? The crazed despot that would have rolled his eyes and swore loudly at the very idea of greeting dignitary of any sort , let alone in tir native tongue.

Spock turned his attention back his parents. His father look mildly impressed and surprised as he lifted one eyebrow. His mother pursed her lips and was looked thoughtful.

“T'nar jaral,” Sarek replied returning the ta'al to Kirk. Spock watched his mother look from his father to his Captain and smile. His heart seized up in his side as she stepped forward and looked directly at Kirk. It stopped beating when he realized Kirk met her eye. The idea of his mother and his captain having contact with one another filled Spock's brain and it was too much.

Spock felt sick at this point, so he only half paid attention as Kirk introduced himself and Doctor McCoy. He snapped back to attention when he heard him say, “And I believe you already know my First Officer, Mr. Spock.”

Spock straightened up and looked directly at his parents. He saw his father give him a tiny smile before his expression slipped back to into a blank mask. His mother beamed at him, not bothering to hide her adoration towards her son.

“Na'shaya sa-mekh, ko-mekh,” Spock greeted and raised the ta'al. His father returned the ta'al.

“Na'shaya sa-kai,” he said and Spock beamed, wanting to embrace his father.

“Na'shaya kan-bu t'nash-veh,” Spock heard his mother say and he sighed before he could stop himself. He wasn't sure how much Vulcan his Captain knew at this point, but it would not do for the man to hear his mother refer to him as “her baby.”

Spock gave her a nod of his head to acknowledge her words and he heard his father hiss something at her while giving her a very pointed look. She looked utterly dejected and while still annoyed, a part of Spock's heart went out to her.  But that was all. He remained at attention next to Kirk.

“Well now that we have all exchanged pleasantries, I'm sure the ambassador and his wife are tired from their trip. Spock if you would, please show them to their quarters and then report to the bridge.” Turning to meet Kirk's gaze,  Spock tried to read something in his face, but here was nothing to be seen behind the overly friendly smile

“Yes, Sir,” Spock replied. Turning to his parents Spock gestured to the door. “This way. I picked your quarters out myself and I think you will both find them to your liking,” he said hopefully.

“I'm sure it will be sufficient,” his father answered and his tone told Spock that he had somehow struck out with the man. Was it his use of the term “liking” or had he let too much emotion creep into his voice? He would find out later as his father would want to have a talk with him.

“I'm sure that it's lovely,” he heard her mother chime in. He looked at her thankfully and she smiled, purposely ignoring the glare her husband was giving her.

They started to file out of the room with Spock trailing behind him, when Kirk called out, “Oh Ambassador! One more thing. I would be honored if you and your wife joined me for dinner tonight.” Spock stared at Kirk narrowing his eyes while his father gave a nod.

“That would be agreeable. Thank you Captain,” Spock heard his father say.

“That's sound wonderful Captain. Will you be attending too, Spock?” Spock turned to look at his mother. She smiled warmly at him and he nodded.

“Of course, that is if the Captain finds my attendance acceptable,” Spock looked back at Kirk and the man grinned.

“Mr. Spock, your attendance was never in question. Of course I want you there.”

“Of course,” Spock said under his breath and if noticed his father looking at him with one eyebrow raised. Great, that just added the topic of his Captain to that talk they would be having later.

Politely, Spock gestured down the corridor toward the turbolift. As he walked along behind his parents, he could feel his Captain's eyes on him. When Spock looked back, Kirk was standing in the corridor, watching them leave. When he saw that Spock was looking  at him,  he gave a wink. Spock quickly faced forward and his head spinning with a million questions.

~*~

Kirk pulled at the collar of his dress tunic and sighed.

“Fuck,” his breathed as he removed the garment and tossed it down.

“I thought it went well,” McCoy said pouring himself a drink. They were in Kirk's cabin. and McCoy had made himself at home at Kirk's desk, a decanter in hand as Kirk slipped on his vest of command.

“It went well enough. Don't drink my brandy,” Kirk said swooping in and snatching the glass from McCoy's hand. McCoy just shrugged and took a drink from the bottle.

“Gotta admit I was surprised as hell when you spoke Vulcan. I had no idea that you knew the language.” Kirk grinned at this and took a drink.

“I don't,” he smirked. “I don't even know what the fuck I said. I just picked up a few things from a phrase book I found in the ships computer. I was just hoping that I didn't call his mother a hippo.”

McCoy snorted and laughed. “Well shit son, you did good. I could tell the ambassador was impressed.”

“Yeah he was,” Kirk said a smug look on his face. He took another drink and frowned looking down into his glass.

“What is it, Jim” McCoy asked. Kirk continued staring at his drink.

“Did you see the look Lady Amanda gave me?” McCoy shook his head and Kirk continued. “It was the look that asked why an Imperial star ship captain knew Vulcan when he has universal translators at his disposal.”

“That is pretty close to what I was thinking. Good job, Captain Kirk.”

Kirk and McCoy jumped and pulled out their phasers. In the doorway stood Spock's mother, Lady Amanda. Drawing back the veil that covered her hair, she stepped further into the room, smiling at both men.

“Put your weapons away. I'm no threat to you,” she said giving them both a mischievous smile. Kirk pursed his lips and then replaced his phaser. McCoy followed suit after a second.

“What can I do for you, Lady Amanda,” Kirk asked taking another sip of his drink. Amanda waved him off and rolled her eyes.

“Oh please, call me Mandy. That “lady” nonsense give me a headache. I was just out exploring the ship and I came across your quarters. So sorry for just barging in.” Kirk studied the woman before him and realized that she was studying him too.

“Where is your husband, Mandy? Surely, he would not approve of you being here alone,” Kirk said. Amanda just laughed.

“Oh Sarek is wandering around your beautiful ship with our little boy. He and Spock were always so close and I thought that I would let them spend some quality time together. As for what my husband would think of me being here, well, let's just say we have an agreement between us. Along as I don't get caught and cause scandal, he doesn't care what I do or who I do it with.” She looked from Kirk to McCoy and winked.

It was terribly suggestive and Kirk gaped for a moment. He looked at McCoy who was blushing. Hmm this woman was going to be a handful, for better or worse. Shaking off the shock, Kirk plastered a smile back on his face.

“I see. In that case, I don't know if you should be wandering around the ship alone. Perhaps you would like an experienced guide?” As he spoke Kirk poured all his charm into his voice. He gave her a coquettish grin. He heard McCoy groan at his advances, but Amanda seemed to be mulling over his words.

“That would be delightful, Captain. I do hope you're volunteering?”

Kirk mentally patted himself on the back as he finished his drink and closed his vest. “Of course,” he cooed stepping forward, offering her his arm. Amanda took it and laughed.

“Wonderful,” she said. “Why don't you join us, Doctor?”

Kirk looked at McCoy and his face pointedly told him he was not to accept that invitation under any circumstances. McCoy set down the brandy bottle and stood up.

“Oh gee, I would love to, but I have something I must attend to in my office,” he said making a show of looking disappointed. Kirk rolled his eyes at McCoy's theatrics, but was thankful that he took the hint.

“What a shame,” Amanda said and then turning back to Kirk added, “shall we, Captain?”

Kirk beamed back at her. “We shall. Good day Doctor.” They strolled out into the corridor and when McCoy had gone Amanda looked up at Kirk.

“Oh Captain. Let's stop by my quarters first. I wanted to change my shoes. Also I brought my holo albums and they contain some wonderful images of Spock as a child.”

Kirk looked down at her and while his mind rolled over the consequences of going back to her quarters, he felt that it would be worth it to see holos of a tiny Spock. If they didn't given him some insight into his First Officer and he could woo him, then maybe there would be something he could for blackmail.

“Bring on the baby pictures!” He exclaimed with a grin and Amanda smiled brightly in returned, as they strolled down the corridor.