From: Laura Jacquez Valentine 

Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative

Subject: NEW: Hug O'War 1/1 [PG] (TOS, S/U)

Date: 28 Feb 1999 22:50:06 -0500

Organization: Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA

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Title: Hug O'War

Author: Laura Jacquez Valentine (laurav@stones.com)

Series: TOS

Rating: PG

Codes: S/U

Part: 1/1

Summary: Uhura adminsters some Shel Silverstein to Spock.

Dithclaimer: Sthar Trek belongth to Paramount.  Hug O'War belongth to Shel

Sthilversthein, but I doubt he would mind a little harmleth happy fun with

it.





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Hug O'War



"You wish to do what?"



"Play Tug O' War. It's a team-building exercise."



"Lieutenant Uhura, you and I are the only ones here."  Spock, as usual,

had his logic in fine fettle.



Nyota Uhura frowned at him, and he felt an unexpected frisson of fear

start somewhere in his belly and loop down around his toes.  He shifted

slightly and continued.  "Furthermore, Lieutenant, I am much stronger

than you are, and would not wish to damage you."



This wasn't working.  She looked more determined than ever. 



This time the frisson started in the small of his back and moved up.  He 

shrugged his shoulders.



"It'll be good for you, Spock.  You know the rules?"



"Of course, but--"  and he caught the end of the rope she'd thrown at him.

"Very well.  One round.  But do not blame me if you get hurt."



Uhura braced herself on her side of the mat.  "On the count of three,

Spock."  He nodded.  "One...two...three!"



Spock found himself on his back, Uhura on top of him.  "Lieutenant?"



"My, you *are* strong.  Very impressive."



"You are uninjured?"



"I'm quite uninjured."  She flicked an eyebrow at him.  "You don't seem

to be either." 



The tips of his ears turned green.  "Perhaps you should roll to one

side--"



"No, let's play a different game.  You are, after all, enjoying the

outcome of this one."



"That is an unnecessarily salacious comment, Lieutenant."



"Nyota."



"Nyota."



Silence.



He sighed.  "What other game did you have in mind?"



"It's called Hug O' War."



"That sounds rather less violent than our previous game."



"Yes.  And you know the best part?"



"What?"



"In this game, everyone wins."



"Indeed.  How does one play?"



She smiled at him.  "Well, first, you put your arms around me."



"Like this?"



"Yes.  Then you squeeze a little and pull me closer, so I can put my

arms around you--Oof!  You're not supposed to roll over!"



"Are you *sure* everyone wins, Nyota?  I *definitely* seem to have an

advantage here."



"Are all Vulcans as domineering as you are?"



"This was your idea.  Although I am gratified to know that no other

Vulcans have gotten you into such a compromising position."



"You're in a compromising position too, Commander."



"Do you wish me to start calling you Lieutenant again, Lieutenant?  In

which case, we should assume more formal positions."



Silence.



"No, you should keep calling me Nyota."



"Perhaps we should assume more formal positions in any case."  He looked 

down at her, studying her reaction.  "Don't pout."



"I'm not."



"You are."



"Am not!"



He propped himself up on his elbows.  "I suppose I could always have

Mr. Scott beam us to your quarters--or would you prefer mine?"



"What makes you think--"



"Your respiration is up, your pupils are dilated--"



"So're yours.  And that's not all that's up, either."



"No, it's not."  He decided a grin was appropriate, and grinned at her.

"You know, Nyota, this is an intriguing game.  However, I believe it

requires a more private setting."



"Hmm.  You may be right, Spock.  I'd hate to take up the whole gym for

this game--there may be people waiting to use it.  Maybe we should go

play in my quarters."



"An excellent suggestion."  He rolled off of her and stood up.  And

smiled down, a real smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.  "May I

help you up?"



She took his offered hand and pulled him back down into a hug.  "I win!"



"Actually," he said thoughtfully, "you were right the first time.

Everyone wins."





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The End