Intro: This was requested by anon: Do you mind Spock x Reader?
Okay okay so I never thought I would like writing Spock x reader but this was way too much fun. When I got this request I panicked thinking I would never come up with a good idea but once I got one, the words just started flowing and I wrote it basically all in one sitting. I love this piece so much I read it over and over again instead of writing new fics (sorry @outside-the-government I know your request came before this one but I needed to give this one to the world first - yours is almost done!)
Pairing: Spock x Reader
Word Count: 2410
Triggers: none really, attempt at slipping something into reader’s drink.
Summary: Reader goes to the bar after a long day and some crewman tries to slip something into their drink. Spock comes to save the day and ends up walking reader back to their quarters. Fluff ensues.
Also: I kept picturing the reader in a leather jacket for some reason when I realized that Uhura wears leather jackets in aos so I guess I am not that original lol.
Also (p.t.2): This is my first Spock fic so please be gentle :)
-Enjoy!-
You had a bad day and just needed something to make you feel better. So you made your way to the bar and practically crashed onto the bar stool, leaning your forearms heavily on the counter in front of you and laid your head on the cool surface.
Letting out a deep sigh you closed your eyes and thanked the stars that this day was over. You pulled the collar of your favourite leather jacket around your neck tightly as you continued to lean against the bar.
"Long day?" You heard a deep voice ask, but you didn't know if it was directed at you so you pretended to ignore it.
Only when the cool exterior of a glass pressed against your elbow did you pick your forehead up off the counter and look up. A small glass of brown liquid rested in front of you, standing there alone, like a lone soldier. You turned your head and fixed your tired eyes on the bartender who offered you a weak smile as he picked up a cloth and started cleaning glasses.
He nodded and gestured with his eyes between you and the person you assumed bought you a drink and you looked over to the stools beside you.
One stool down sat a rather handsome, if not a little burly, looking crewman in a blue shirt. He flashed a flirty grin at you and you smiled back. You really were not in the mood for company, but if he was going to buy you drinks, you weren't going to stop him. He slid to the stool beside you and leaned on the counter as you lifted the glass to your lips and downed it in one shot. Whiskey. You hated whiskey, you were more of a 'beer' type of girl, but you soon felt it taking the edge off your bad mood and you turned to face the crewman. He gestured to the bartender to fill your glass again before looking at you, his eyes flicking to your bag that had the medical insignia sewn onto it.
"Medical, huh? You a nurse or something?" He asked and suddenly you didn't like him anymore, you hated when people asked if you were a nurse like it was a bad thing to be. Like they were saying, "You not-a-doctor or something?"
You grimaced and knocked back the newly filled glass, slamming it back down on the counter with a 'tink'.
"Yep, I'm a nurse, and a damn good one at that." You replied dryly, but he still looked at you like you were naked and in his bed. You shifted uncomfortably and crossed your arms over your chest.
"Hmmmm..." He hummed amusingly and took a swig of his beer.
The bartender refilled your drink, knocking it back quickly, and he filled it back up as soon as it hit the counter. This time you didn't take it right away, instead you played with the glass between your fingers.
"So if I needed a physical, I should come to you?" He flirted and you felt your stomach turn in disgust. You were outta here.
"Look, I had a long day and I am on the alpha shift tomorrow so I better get going." You explained, grabbing your bag and slipping off the stool, turning your back to the crewman.
"Wait!" You heard him yell and you turned around slowly, giving him an annoyed look.
"At least finish your drink first." He suggested, your glass now in his hand and he held it in your direction.
You sighed and shrugged, and you knew you couldn't turn down a free drink, so you strode back over and took the glass from his hand, his eyes gleaming with pride, and his lips stretched into a smirk. He leaned back on the counter with his elbows, taking another swig of his beer.
You closed your eyes and brought the glass to your mouth, planning to finish it as you had all your other ones, in one shot, when you were stopped by the feeling of someone's fingers covering your glass.
"You shouldn't drink that, lieutenant." A voice said, sounding very technical and familiar.
Your eyes sprung open. Spock stood in front of you, looking down at you with the bemused look that he always wore.
"What the hell, Spock!" You sputtered and accidentally dropped your glass in surprise, sending it smashing to the floor.
You stepped back, careful not to step on the tiny glass pieces and crossed your arms as Spock came to stand beside you.
"I saw that crewman slip something into it when your back was turned, it was small and shaped like a tablet, I thought it best that you not drink it"
You looked at him incredulously before looking back to the bar. The crewman had disappeared. Coward.
"Thanks, Spock." You shrugged and readjusted the bag you were carrying.
"Your gratitude is not necessary, but it is accepted none-the-less." Spock responded in that robotic way of his, making you roll your eyes.
You rubbed your eyelids that were now heavy and drooping from exhaustion and the alcohol.
"Do you want me to walk you back to your quarters?" Spock asked, looking down at you curiously.
"Nah, I'll be fine." You yawned, "I'm just tired, is all."
You turned and headed for the door, and couldn't hide a smile as you heard Spock catch up to you and place a hand on the small of your back to guide you down the hallway.
"Lieutenant, I think it is in your best interests that I walk you back to your quarters, lest the crewman return and attempt to force his affection on you again."
"Is it in my best interests, or yours?" You asked teasingly.
"I'm sure I do not know what you mean." Spock responded, confused.
"You never do." You sighed with a laugh.
The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, and you were only a little disappointed when his hand left the small of your back.
You had known Spock for a while, but only really gotten to know him when he spent 2 weeks in the medbay after a severe injury from an away-mission. You had been his primary nurse, and though he was insufferably irritating most of the time, you got along well and you even made him smile a few times. If however Vulcans smile counts.
You started feeling something more for the always-logical Vulcan when he argued with Dr. McCoy on your behalf after a mishap in the medbay. He spoke highly of you and afterwards had checked on you to make sure you were okay.
You gently bumped into his arm as you walked and his hand came around and settled on your back again. You smiled and felt yourself blush. Normally it would take a lot more than just a hand on your back to send heat and tingles up your spine, but with Spock you knew that every touch meant something special.
You looked sideways at him, "What are you thinking about, Spock?"
He considered this question for a moment before answering, angling his eyes downwards to meet yours, "I am thinking about whether or not to file a report against the crewman who attempted to drug you."
"It's your choice. He just wanted to get in my pants." You stated blatantly as you reached the lift.
Spock's hand guided you in and left your back to press the button. He tucked it behind his own back now, making you frown involuntarily.
"Why were you at the bar?" You inquired cooly, keeping your eyes facing forwards.
Spock didn't answer as the lift doors opened and you walked out together, your room quickly appearing on the right side. You paused at the door and spun on your heel to face him, furrowing your brow and crossing your arms, waiting for his response.
"I saw you at the bar as I was walking past." Spock stated.
"So you came by to grab a beer with me?" You joked stalely, your eyes stinging from exhaustion.
"The way the crewman was looking at you, it seemed like his intentions were amoral." Spock stated, meeting your eyes.
"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." You sighed and rolled your eyes, pressing the pad to open the door and walked into your room.
"Lieutenant, I am aware that you are able to fend for yourself, you have proven that on many occasions." Spock countered and you were surprised, and now slightly irritated, when you heard him follow you into your quarters.
"Great. That means you can go now." You suggested irritably, your back to him.
"I am aware, lieutenant, but I just wanted to..." Spock began and you spun to face him, anger now flaring up in your veins.
"Stop calling me lieutenant! You know my name!" You yelled and dropped your bag onto the table.
"Lieuten... Y/N, it appears I have made you angry. Would you elucidate on what I said that caused your temper to flare?" Spock now stepped towards you, and you could tell by his slight change in tone that he was becoming irritated with you as well.
"EVERYTHING, Spock!" You exploded, your arms flailing madly and you were not in total control of your actions. You wished you hadn't taken all those free whiskeys.
"Please elaborate, Y/N." Spock said, his hands coming to rest at his sides.
You rolled your eyes and let out a indignant huff.
"You follow me to the bar, you interfere with the situation, then you guide me back to my room with your hand on my back, calling me lieutenant, and now you are in here, being all concerned and caring. What am I supposed to think that means, Spock? What am I supposed to think?"
"I assumed you would have known." He said, looking down at the floor, his lips pressed together.
You were taken aback by his sudden sincere and empty question.
"Known what, Spock?" You asked gently, taking a step towards him, the anger now leaving your veins as you watched him, looking all shy and despondent.
When he didn't respond except to take in a shaky breath, you reached out and took his wrist. He gave it to you and you held it, stroking the skin softly.
"Tell me, Spock." You encouraged, tugging on his wrist so he took a step towards you.
He hesitated for another moment, lifting his eyes to yours again, his gaze moving back and forwards between your eyes, searching, as if the answer was in there somewhere. You squeezed his wrist gently, encircling it with your fingers and gave him a small smile as an unfamiliar expression flickered in his eyes, you couldn't tell what he was feeling. Your heart skipped a beat as he began to stroke small circles into the sensitive skin of your wrist with his thumb, gently, as if he didn't realize he was doing it.
"Y/N, I assumed you would have known that I have developed feelings of affection for you." Your heart skipped a beat at his words and your pulse increased, which you knew he could feel as his fingers grasped your wrist.
"I thought Vulcan's couldn't feel, well, feelings." You wondered aloud.
"You are mistaken, Lieutenant." He began, and his eyes closed when he realized his error, "my apologies. Y/N. Vulcan's, though we suppress our emotions to avoid intense outbursts of anger, can develop connections with others that are based on loyalty, trust, and admiration."
"So you admire me?" You teased, raising an eyebrow.
"I would say so, yes. I also trust you, as you have saved my life in the past, and I find a strong urge to want to be near you."
You laughed and saw the familiar gleam of amusement in his eyes.
"Well, I admire you too, Spock." You admitted, your smile fading as you swallowed back nervousness and stepped closer to him, your bodies almost touching.
"That is satisfying to hear." Spock responded, and you now recognized that unfamiliar flicker of emotion behind his eyes as admiration.
"Oh shut up, Spock." You joked and rolled your eyes before leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
Spock raised an eyebrow at you and tilted his head. His hands found your hips and you lifted your hands to place them on his neck, your thumbs resting on his jawline. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours, and you could feel his heart racing under your fingertips.
"Are you alright? Your heart is beating very fast." You noted, pulling back to look into his eyes.
"I am fine. As you know, Vulcan's have a much faster heart rate than humans, naturally." Spock commented, pulling you closer by your hips so you were pressed flush against him, his forehead once again resting on yours, "Although right now my heart rate does seems to be elevated."
"And why could that be?" You whispered, your lips only a breath apart.
For once he didn't respond, instead he tilted his head and pressed his lips to yours.
You splayed your fingers over his neck and felt yourself dissolve into the kiss. His lips were gentle against yours and you lavished in the feeling of his fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. He kissed you delicately, as if you would break, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to draw him in closer so he would know that you weren't going to shatter into a million pieces. Emotions surged and swirled inside of you, and you broke the kiss softly, but didn't pull away, though his strong arms and Vulcan strength probably would have prevented that.
You took in a shaky breath and met his eyes. They shone with admiration, and something else, something deeper, almost like desire.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" You asked, reaching up and absently stroking his cheek, your fingers ending up tracing his lips.
He pressed a kiss to the tip of your finger and your heart almost exploded.
"If that is what you wish, than of course." He responded, pulling you closer by the back of your elbows.
You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, "That is satisfying to hear."
You swear he almost rolled his eyes.
-Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! You are definitely going to see more Spock x reader in the future! Bonsoir! -
