No way out [A Mirror Spock x Reader fanfic] Part 1

Upon applying for a position of Science Lieutenant on board the ISS Enterprise, I had been told that, despite rumours of violence, working on the Empire Flagship had some avantages. The survival rules were utterly simple. There were mainly two ways of proceeding. Either you belonged to the ambitious type, and thus had to fight your path up through the hierarchy, risking your life at every corridor corner, or you belonged to the non-ambitious type, only trying to remain out of the first type's way.

Undoubtedly I belonged to the second type. This had earned me two years of quite uneventful, if somehow boring, duty on the starship. I had learned whom to fear and whom I could rely on. But being constantly on the alert was beginning to take its toll on my energy. Sometimes I just felt I would never be able to relax, even in the quietness of the science lab.
The beep of the lab intercom interrupted my reverie and I could not prevent startling at that sound.

- "Lieutenant, new data have just arrived from the Planet Halkan and must be immediatly transmitted to the Science Officer."

- "Understood. But why should I ... ?"

- "He's just retired to his quarters and you're to bring him the new data directly there. Nobody is available here, so it's your turn ." These last words seems to carry a bit of irony.

- "Acknowledged. Out."

As I relunctantly made my way to my superior's quarters, I admitted to myself that the frequent interactions with the vulcan First Officer my duty required  were largely responsible for my unability to relax. Mr Spock was so impressive. Even if most people said that he did not want to become Captain, he still belonged to the first type, the ambitious ones.  I felt so uneasy on his presence. He was rumoured to be able to read someone else's thoughts, using an old vulcan telephatic technique. I had no wish to test the veracity of this saying, but I still was under the impression that he could sense my apprehension, even my feelings. I was beginning to hope that the confidential data I was bringing him conveyed good news about the undergoing negotiations on dilithium supply back on Halkan. At least I would not be the target of his cold anger.

I would never agree with the Empire way of "negotiating" with less military powerful societies. Using force to gain access to new ressources was something I found moraly questionable. But who was I to dare phrase something about my thoughts to Mr Spock?
I was so scared by his cunning angular face, his dark narrowing eyes. His vulcan features were always unreadable. Not that I have ever been able to lock eyes with him. My eyes always seemed to have their own will, looking anywhere but at his face. His long fingered hands appeared safer to look at. So that I had often spent long moments watching his fingers gracefully fluttering on the commands on the Science console.

Well. I had no other option now, after some delayed wandering through a tortuous path from the science lab, than walking straight down the corridor leading to his quarters. I had never entered Mr Spock's quarters before. But today was "my turn" has they have so said. I believed no one wanted to be given an errand for Mr Spock.

I now stood in front of his door. Two personal guard were standing on each side of it. That was the usual way on board the ISS Enterprise. For those belonging to the ambitious kind, at least. I pressed the intercom button and told about the new data I was to convey to him.

- "Enter, Lieutenant" answered his neutral voice.  

As I did so, the doors swiftly closed behind me.

Mr Spock had his back to me, as he stood in the private part of his quarters. He most probably did not expect this late visit and was preparing for a good night's rest - if vulcans ever slept. Not a very good omen to me.

- "Just lay it down on my working desk, Lieutenant".

- "All right, sir. I... I'm sorry, I did not want to intrude..."

- "There is no logic in making excuses for something you're not responsible for."

I had no answer to that and just walked to his desk. I took glimpses of a 3D chess game (he was such a renowned chess master - only the Captain had beaten him once or twice, to his greatest pleasure), a military sculpture, most probably from old earth Roman Empire. A patch of purple fabric caught my eye: silk, purple silk. How rare on a starship. Silk bedsheets. I was sure I had somewhere already seen that particular fabric on the ship, but could not remember the place nor the owner. I laid down the memory disks on the so well-ordered desk, then turned around and quickly made the few steps to the door to take a swift escape for the safety of my own quarters. My working day was afterall over too.

And then I froze in mid-step.  
There he stood, on the doorframe, blocking the way out, his arms out-stretched and calmly resting on the opposite walls. His appearance told clearly that he had been preparing to rest. His blue silk tunic uniform hung open on his bare chest and he held his golden belt on his left hand, his vulcan  dagger still attached to it.
And then I saw it. The purple silk. Usually neatly folded around his neck as a thin scarf, it was now hunging loosely on his bare chest. That colour...

I just could not move anymore, nor utter a sound. Not that he had a menacing look or anything. He merely seemed to be enjoying, even relishing that moment, if a Vulcan was capable of such a feeling. In fact, I stood quite close to him since I had been so lost in thoughts, and so intent to take my leave that I had seen him at the last moment.

As he made no move to give way, I had to find back my voice, which sounded so harsh and weak in my troat.
- "I delivered the last data to you as I was ordered. Can I ask you my permission to leave now, sir?"

- "Is that all you have to say, Lieutenant?"

- "Please, sir..."

- "You will leave in my own good time, Lieutenant."

- "But, sir, I'd rather leave right now..."

- "Really? Is this really what you wish, Lieutenant? Don't give me that shy look and look into my eyes. That's an order."

As I raised my eyes up to his face, those eyes that had been safely cast down until now, I took a glimpse of long thin legs, clothed in that black silk, and in-between some place I did not want to look at (what mystery was hidden here? Vulcans were just so... alien...); slender hips wrapped in black silk, and a finely muscled torso, all golden skin and dark chest hair. I fought hard not to close my eyes but could do nothing about the reaction of my body to this sight.
And then I finally met his eyes. Not dark, as I always thought they were, in his so serious face, but rather brown. Lit with an inner glow. As if they were merely smiling.

- Good. And now, tell me you have no interest in me.

I felt like hypnotized by his so special vulcan features. Those finely arched up-swept eyebrows, those deeply set eyes, the long thin nose, these high cheekbones, the angular jawline. And those lips... Contrasting with the finely cropped facial dark hair, slighly parted in the faitest of smiles. I was speechless, owerwhelmed by the feelings, the sensations that surged and were so alien to me.  

- "So? Or maybe your interest in me was merely unconscious until now. You never realised. Most precisely you forbade this to yourself. But I can see you can feel it, right now. The longing, the aching. The desire."

- "Mr. Spock, I -"

He reached out to me and I felt his finely muscled arms wrapping around me.

There was not way out.

- "Come, come to me. Unleash your desire. Surrender to your unvoiced wishes. To your open-eyed dreams. Do not fear. Forget to be shy."  

The current was so strong. I could not resist. And I did not want to. Not anymore. I did not fear my dreams anymore. These dreams I had tried to forget, these dreams that had become much more frequent the last few weeks.

I somehow felt that I could trust him. That he would not harm me.
And I let him guide me to his bed, wrapped in that soft purple silk.