Much Ado About Vulcan (A Spock Love Story) - COMPLETE

A Culmination of Sorts

AHA I'M BACK

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE FOR ALL THE LOVELY REVEIWS. KEEP 'EM COMING. Also as a warning, the M rating comes into this a bit at the end. I've tried my best to keep it relatively classy, but be warned. I invested my friend Ruth's help for the end of this, becasue what ar efriends for if not helping other friends write Star Trek porn. Thank Ruth. This one goes out to you.

Also, as requested, you guys get to see more of Alex's badassery in this chapter. Hope you enjoy x

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Vulcan food was incredible bland.

Of course, I wasn't about to tell that to Spock, who seemed perfectly happy eating his boiled mollusc, but as I dragged my spoon through the clear thin Plomeek broth on the table in front of me, I couldn't help but wish that I had ordered something with slightly more flavour. Despite the constant assurance from Spock that this was not a date, and merely a 'meeting of associates', I had tried my best to put effort into my appearance. The white silk shirt that I was wearing accentuated the curves of my torso well, and I had even gone as far as to pair the tight black trousers that I had donned with a pair of heels. My hair was, as usual, styled in a thick plait down my left shoulder, but the few curls that framed my cheeks softened my face. I was pleased to say that I looked pretty good. Spock was wearing his blue Starfleet shirt, obviously not as concerned about his appearance as me.

During the meal, unsurprisingly, Spock had discussed nothing but work, mentioning my exams and advising me on revision techniques. Not what I would call the most romantic of discussions, but I was enjoying the evening nonetheless. It wasn't like there was anything else that I would have been doing on a Saturday night. It was a surprise when I had received the email, asking if I would like to visit 'The Red Planet', the only Vulcan restaurant in the area, but it was turning out to be a pretty nice evening. T'yonga had given me a lift here in her car, before heading off for the night, and despite the blandness of the food, the conversation really had been quite stimulating.

He hadn't mentioned the mind-meld once, obviously. Neither had I. After Thursday's incident, neither of us had directly spoken about it. I had spent my Friday evening, as usual, marking papers for fourth years with him, but apart from the interruption of the offer of a cup of tea after half an hour, we had spent the time in comfortable silence. I couldn't help but feel like we would have to talk eventually, though.

"What do you think of your soup, Alex?"

I coughed, struggling for something to say. The soup basically tasted like warm water.

"Um, yeah. It's, uh, it's great. Thanks."

His eyebrow quirked up slightly and I knew that he could see straight through my lie. The corner of his mouth lifted, but he quickly regained his passive facial expression as a Vulcan waiter walked past.

"Not quite your cup of tea?"

I snorted at the joke, referencing the first time that he had tasted a cup of tea, with me in his office. He hadn't liked it very much. I got a dirty look from a Vulcan by my side, and covered my mouth with my hand, hiding my smile. The restaurant was full of Vulcans, and I had to remember to keep my emotions to myself. Spock gave me a strange look, and placed his cutlery on his empty plate, leaning forwards towards me from the other side of the table.

"Never think that you have to hide your smile from me, Alex."

I removed my hand from my face, "What about from the others?"

He rolled his eyes at my question, "I don't care what they think."

The truth in his voice resonated with me. He was absolutely positive. He wasn't bothered about the odd looks that we, a Vulcan and a human sharing a meal, were getting. He didn't appear to be bothered by the irritated glances that were shot at me each time I smiled or laughed. He was just happy to be in my company, and that knowledge made me feel a lot better.