Fic: Getting Your First Officer Into Bed, 6/20 | Mirrorverse | PG-13

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Title: Getting Your First Officer Into Bed Takes More Than A Good Game of Chess
Chapter:  You're in my way
Author: Ivy Cross
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Universe/Series: Mirror!verse
Rating: PG-13, Eventual NC-17
Relationship status: Pre-slash, Slash, First time,
Word count: 3,006
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

The observation desk was dimly lit. It was always so that one could easily see the stars outside the ship as they sailed by. It was empty too, but that was normal as well. Not many people aboard the ship were really interested in observing the space they traveled through. So it was no surprise that this was one of Spock's favorite places to be.

He sat on the cushion bench and watched as the stars moved around them and felt at peace. Next to him there was the sound of a throat being clears. Repressing a sigh Spock turned to his father, expectant. Sarek peered at his son his expression stern.

“So this is how you spend your free time aboard the ship?” he asked. This was a loaded question Spock knew. A yes would could lead to a lecture of being lazy and idle, while a no could lead to a patronizing comment along the lines, “well I don't expect too much from you so it's no surprise that you cannot just enjoy the stars around you.”

Spock thought and took chance. “Not all my free time,” he ventured. Jading by the way Sarek pursed his lips Spock had not given the best answer.

“I see. Well that is disappointing. There is so much that one could do on a ship like this, that it is distressing that you would be so lazy.”

Spock did nor flinch under his father's chastising. He was no longer a child so his father's disappointment could no longer affect him. He tried again

“As I stated, not all my free time. I do other things as well and to be honest I do not have that much in the way of free time. My duties keep me quite busy.”

His father continued to stare at him, before exhaling slowly and turn to look out the transparent aluminum that separated them from the vacuum of space. Spock turned his attention there as well. Together they sat in silence.

Then Sarek said, “Tell me of your Captain.”

Spock frowned. “I beg your pardon, father?”

“Your captain Spock. Tell me about him. Who is he? What loyalties do you hold to him?” Sarek continued to look out at the stars, so Spock did the same.

“I am not sure what to say. He is a typical human in many regards, but he is also extremely ambitious and shrewd. He is a capable leader, though I little use for him outside the bridge.” He paused and then turned to look at his father. “Why?”

“I wanted to ask since I have noticed that you have not made any attempt for promotion. How long have you been his First Officer?”

Spock could feel his ears burning. So it comes down to this? Licking his lips, he took a deep breath.

“I enjoy my position on the Enterprise, father. I have no wish for command and under Captain Kirk...”

“Kroykah.” The word had been said quietly, but the command was unmistakable. Spock stopped mid-sentence and bowed his head.

A hand came to rest on his shoulder. “Spock,” he heard his father say. “You do understand why you are here, in Starfleet, on aboard the Enterprise?”

Not lift his head Spock gave the automatic reply. “To serve the Empire and bring honor to our clan.”

“Very good. Now please help me to understand why you are stagnating in your career.”

Raising his chin, Spock turned to look at his father. Sarek looked at his son expectantly.

“Since I do not feel that is the case, I shall not dignify that with a response,” Spock said his voice calm. He waited for his father's retort and was surprised to find it was a quiet nod of his head.

“I see. As disappointed as I am in you and I am also very proud. Your time among the humans has been well spent if you feel you can stand up to me.” Swallowing Spock said nothing but waited for his father to continue. “Please, remember even though under Terran law you are no longer considered a minor, as a Vulcan who has not yet experienced his first Plak Tow you are still very much a child. More than that, You are my child.” Sarek's expression softened a fraction. “And I want what is best for you.”

Blinking away his shock Spock exhaled slowly and straightened his shoulders. “Then please respect my choices,” he said. Sarek nodded once more and stood.

“very well ─ for now. The moment I no longer feel you are capable of making good decisions, I will step as your father. Am I understood?”

Spock peered up at his father as his mind sought a proper response. In the end he settled for a nod not wanting to trust actual words. They might would give way his surprise at his father's almost acceptance of his life choices. As it was Spock thought he saw a warmth on Sarek's face that hadn't been there before.

“Come Spock. We should ascertain where your mother has run off, though I have my suspicions.”

Spock stood next to Sarek and inside winced. He would never understand why he parents married. His made it plain that she found no amusement in her husband's bed and Sarek let it be know how little he cared. As a child Spock had been disappointed by this, but now he just found it tedious and reason enough for him to avoid relationships. He had gotten luck with his intended T'Pring, since she had found someone else and he had avoided the affections of others. He refused to be like his parents, trapped in a farce of a marriage.

“I am certain that wherever mother is, she is just fine,” Spock said. He watched as Sarek gave him a long look.

“I am quite sure of it, but never the less. I feel that locating her now may save me from embarrassment later on.”

At this Spock gave a resigned nod and followed Sarek out of room. As they moved down the corridor he hoped that his Mother would have had the sense to be back in her assigned quarters, alone. He did not want to for her a Sarek to spend the trip to Earth not speak with him relaying messages back and forth. He had enough of that as a child.

~*~

“That is not Spock!”

Kirk sat next to Amanda in the bed as he stared down at the open holoalbum in her lap and clamped down on the urge to giggle. The image before him was of a small vuclanoid toddler, with shaggy black hair, and impossible large brown eyes, completely nude, covered in cake icing. It was no way that this child grew up to be his solemn, first officer. But the grin on Amanda's face told Kirk otherwise. He tried once more to suppress the urge to laugh and failed as he balked outright. Next to him, Amanda tittered.

“Spock was a handful as a child. He would never listen to me or his father and had a bad habit of running around with no clothes on. Not to mention he had an insatiable sweet tooth. Oh my goodness we had to hide everything from him, which I will tell you Captain did not deter him in the least.” She turned the page in the album and on it was an image of the same child but a few years older and very chubby. Kirk burst out laughing again and this time did not stop until tears rolled down his face.

Amanda just smiled quietly to herself as Kirk tried to catch his breath. “Yes, my poor Spock was a bit heavy. That is until he hit a growth spurt at fifteen.” She flipped through the album and stopped at an image of a tall lanky teen, all knees and elbows. Kirk shook his head as he smirked.

He peered down to take a closer look. There was no doubt about this holo. Kirk knew that serious expression anywhere. He leaned back and breathed out another giggle.

“I have to thank you for sharing these. It has been most enlightening, Mandy.”

Amanda gave him a cheerful smile in return, “But of course. It was my pleasure after what we just shared.” She gave him a lusty smile and Kirk grinned in return.

He hadn't known what to expect of Amanda when he pulled him into her and Sarek's cabin. He knew that was baiting him sure but when she jumped him as the door shut it dawned on him that he might have bitten off more than he could possible chew. Which it turned out was the best thing to have happened to his libido in a long time. The woman was his first officer's mother sure but she didn't act like a woman her age, nor once Kirk got those robes off did she look like one. It was after their first round he commented as such and she smiled gleefully, “I will let my surgeon know you approve of her handwork.”

Now here he was, sitting next to her in bed, still nude, half hard, cause she hadn't bothered to cover up and whoever that surgeon was had done some damn fine work, being treated to a show of Spock's childhood. Kirk shook his head for a second and chuckled under his breath. Beside him Amanda smiled but it didn't seem as bright.

“My baby,” she said. “Please excuse me, Captain, but it was around this time in Spock's life that he started to push me away.”

Kirk leaned back unsure what to make of this admission. He wasn't one to get personal with anyone especially someone he had just fucked, and he thought to start looking for his clothes. But something in Amanda's voice pinned him in place, so he sat and waited to see if she would say more and then decide if he needed to make his escape.

“We used be so close, but he wanted to please his father and Sarek demanded nothing less than perfection.” AS she spoke Amanda's nose wrinkled and Kirk couldn't help but pick up on the bitter edge that was placed on “Perfection.”

He coughed politely into his fist. “You seem to really care about your son which make me wonder, why are you sharing all this with me?”

Amanda blinked frowning. “Doing what? Trying to give you insight into my son, so that you can continue to try to impress him?”

Kirk straightened up and narrowed his eyes. Amanda's smiled brightened. “I knew it,” she said, looking gleeful. Kirk glared.

“What makes you think that?” he growled as he stood from the bed. He reached down and picked up his pants, pulling them on with quick angry movements. Where she sat in the bed Amanda watched, still smiling.

“You gave yourself away Captain with the Vulcan. I've been around enough of you fleet types to know that few would bother to greet a foreign ambassador. Not when their first officer would do it for them and even less of them would bother to learn the language.”

Buttoning his fly, Kirk licked his lips and glared. He found his vest and started slipping on. “You don't know me enough to compare me to other Starfleet members. How do you know I wasn't trying to impress your husband?” It sounded stupid to him sure, but he needed something to throw her off his scent.

Amanda set aside the holo album, pulling her knees to her chest. “True. You're not like others in your profession. For one, you're not dead, but I like to think my son has something to do with that. As for you trying to impress my husband, I have no doubts that what you were doing. By winning him over you win over Spock. Simple.” She patted the bed. “Please sit down. I'm not here to cause trouble for you in your endeavor. In fact, I would love to see my baby boy with you Captain.”

Kirk raised an eyebrow at that but moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Is that so?” Amanda nodded.

“Then why did you sleep with me?” He asked. Here Amanda laughed.

“Well, I couldn't just let Spock sleep with anyone. I had to make sure that you would be up to snuff. After all Spock take after me when it comes to his appetites.”

Kirk gaped. After a speechless moment he said, “So did I pass?”

Amanda let out a merry laugh. “Oh yes Captain. With flying colors. I think you would make my little boy every happy.”

“Good know,” Kirk said through thin lips. “Look, I need to tell you. I'm not interested in anything long term, so ─”

“Captain,” Amanda broke in. “It doesn't matter. Honestly, I don't want anything permanent for Spock. He has too much potential to be tied down at this stage in his life. I just want him to... Lighten up. Have fun and you look like you'd be a lot fun.”

Kirk pursed his lips but gave nod as he stood. “Just so long we're all on the same page,” he said.

“Of course,” Amanda replied. She smiled as she batted her lashes at him.  Kirk wasn’t sure how to react so he didn’t. He from the bed and looked around the room for the remaining pieces of his uniform.

“Good. Now I need to go. I have a ship to run.” Kirk gathered up his socks and boots, and slipped them without looking at Amanda. She said nothing else which he was grateful for being that it was starting to sink in about her being trouble.

Once he finished dressing he turned towards the door Amanda did speak. “See you at dinner Captain?”

Kirk turned to look at her one more time. She hadn't moved from her spot in the bed, only the bottom portion of her body covered and Kirk could see why Sarek stayed with his wife, despite her behavior.

With a forced smile, Kirk mumbled a reply and dipped out of the cabin. He turned down the corridor toward his cabin, cause while ye he did need to return to the bridge and Captain his ship, he figured it would be better if he didn't smell like first officer's mother.

Boy, wouldn't Spock just love that, he thought to himself. Actually, it occurred to Kirk he would have no idea how Spock would react. Spock had never spoken of his family at all so for all Kirk know his tryst with Amanda wouldn't even cause Spock to bat an eye, but then again...

Just as this thought passed Kirk caught sight of Spock and his Father. Both Vulcans seemed to glide down the hallway with everyone around them moving out of their way. It was mesmerizing and Kirk wondered how he had never noticed before. He watched as Spock's eye locked on him and he gave a curt nod in greeting.

“Mr. Ambassador, I trust that Spock has given you a tour of my ship,” Kirk said. He smiled and tried not to stand too close to either man. Sarek gave a nod.

“Indeed Captain. I'm quite impressed with the facilities your ship has to offer. Truly the pride of the Empire.”

Kirk beamed. “Thank you.”

Once more Sarek nodded and in doing so stepped closer to Kirk. Suddenly, he froze and after several seconds he closed his eyes and wrinkled is nose. Kirk in turn did not move or speak. When Sarek opened his eye again there was something about his expression and made Kirk cautious.

The man peered at him and said: “I see that you must have given my wife the tour. I do hope she enjoyed herself.”

Licking his lips Kirk attempted to smile. “Well we didn't tour the ship. She just seemed like she wanted some company and I had some free time. Showed me some pictures of Spock growing up. “ He looked at Spock who stood behind his Father looking pale and his eye held traces of embarrassment. “You were a cute kid Spock. Never knew you went through a chubby stage.” Kirk watched as Spock's expression melted into one of mortification as his ears turned a bright green. Sarek turned to look back his son, snorted and then looked back to Kirk.

“I see. I am not surprised. My wife tends to seek out other people's company when ever she pleases. Just be aware, Captain that this should not become a recurring instance. It could become quite problematic everyone.”

“Of course. I was ─”

“I am uninterested,” Sarek cut in. Kirk watched as the man turned from him to Spock. “At this time, Spock it would seem your mother has already done whatever she was going to do. I will retire to our cabin and speak with her. You should return to your duties.”

“Yes. Father.”

“And Captain, “ Sarek said turning back to Kirk. “We will see you at dinner. Good night.” He moved pasted Kirk and continued down the hall. Kirk did not turn to watch him go but instead turned his attention to Spock. The man was looking down at his boots, ears a deep green and for the first time in a long time Kirk felt a tiny bit a shame.

He cleared his throat,” Mr. Spock, I would like to say ─”

“Please Captain. Whatever you have to say will only further my embarrassment, so I would rather we did not do this here.”

Kirk rankled under Spock's words and threw back his shoulder, staring his XO down.

“Fine. I was just on my way back to my cabin for a shower and you're in my way. Move!”

Effortlessly Spock stepped aside and Kirk stormed down the corridor back to his quarters. Later as he showered he cured himself, for what specifically he couldn't say. He just knew that he fucked up badly.