BEST UHURA STORY
Title: KISS OF A SNAKE
Author: T'Maia
Series: TOS
Code: Ch/T'Pring
Rating: [NC-17]
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters of Star Trek. As human rights include the right to a healthy sex life (even for T'Pring), I borrow them for my purposes.
Summary: The real reason why T'Pring chose to challenge Spock in "Amok Time"...
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Note: Part of the Femme-Fuh-q-Fest - http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/
by T'Maia
Christine was furious. What this woman had done to Spock was outrageous. Tradition or not, this was
not right. She managed to slip out of sickbay and stormed into the turbolift. To hell with her career!
She would give that slut a piece of her mind, even if this would be the last thing she did as a member of
Starfleet!
The officer on duty frowned upon seeing her. Chapel put on a straight face and ordered, "Transport me
to the coordinates Mr. Spock gave you when he and the Captain beamed down."
Normally, her hands would have shaken and her voice would have betrayed her, but anger drowned out
all nervousness about beaming down against all orders. Lucky the Lieutenant did not question her as
she appeared so sure, and beamed her straight to the Koon-ut-Kal-if-fee.
The wedding party had just left and could still be seen heading back to ShiKahr. Christine followed
them from a distance. She wanted to talk to T'Pring alone.
* * *
T'Pring got rid of the guests as soon as it was polite to do so. The unexpected turn of events certainly
helped in that no one wished to stay longer than absolutely necessary. T'Pring had foreseen this, so it
did not bother her in the least.
She was more surprised when suddenly a human woman in a Starfleet uniform appeared at the gate of
her house. Had something gone wrong? No, then they would have contacted her over the commlink.
Why was she here?
T'Pring let her eyes glide over Christine. Apparently she had walked a significant distance through the
afternoon heat. Her uniform was stained with sweat and her boots were completely covered with red
dust. T'Pring's curiosity was piqued.
"Can I help you with anything?" she asked the human in slightly accented Standard. Christine walked
the few remaining steps to T'Pring and faced her. The afternoon heat and the long walk had somewhat
subdued her anger, but now it came back to her with full force.
"You are T'Pring", she stated, trying to make sure she was talking to the right woman.
"Yes, I am T'Pring." Cold amusement laced her voice.
"I want to talk to you." Christine had never been so angry before. Her normally deep blue eyes had
turned into a dark gray and silver lightning flashed from them. T'Pring found them intriguing.
She could not help noticing that even in her disheveled appearance, this human blonde was really quite
attractive. It irritated the hell out of her, that she could consider a human... well, sexy.
"Yes?" she replied coolly. "What do you want to discuss?"
"Why did you do this to Spock?" Christine burst out.
T'Pring moved her left eyebrow a millimeter upward, as if to ask 'Why do you bother?', and remained
silent.
"Why did you challenge? Why did you hurt Spock? You should have seen his face when he came back
to the ship. Don't you care for him? He could have died! He was supposed to be your husband, and you
condemned him to death!" she spat at the Vulcan.
"There are a lot of women who would give their right arm just to spend a single night with Spock and
you had the chance to be married to him and you blew it!" Christine rambled on.
"So these women can consider themselves lucky that I challenged, because an amputation of their right
front extremity won't be necessary anymore. Spock is now free to choose any partner he wants," T'Pring
replied.
Christine inhaled audibly. She had been so furious at T'Pring that she had not seen it from this point of
view. Her mind whirled. Maybe now Spock and she...
"Why don't you accompany me into the house, Miss...?" the other woman invited her suddenly.
"Chapel. Christine Chapel," Christine supplied.
"You can refresh yourself", T'Pring continued, "and maybe I can show you why I really objected to the
marriage..."
T'Pring's lips were touched by a dangerous, almost invisible smile that would have made the Mona Lisa
envious and her voice was of an unusual sweetness. She waved her hand in the direction of the entrance
and Christine followed her.
* * *
The human woman sighed with relief as she felt the cool air raising goosebumps on her skin. She let
her eyes wander around. The room they had entered was cooled by a water fountain splashing droplets
on the floor. Stained glass windows cast gentle red and blue lights, shining surrealistic images upon the
brightly colored floor tiles. The left corner was occupied by a bed covered with clean white sheets that
would have suited royalty in size and luxury.
"Why don't you take off your uniform? This must be quite inconvenient for you," T'Pring suggested.
Christine hesitated at first, then followed her suggestion. It really was uncomfortable wearing her
sweat-soaked uniform. She had in fact rarely felt that dirty. As if reading her thoughts, T'Pring
suggested to her to take a sonic shower as well. Gratefully, she accepted. Relieved, she stepped under
it, while T'Pring prepared tea for them.
Christine's anger was almost completely gone, now that she could look forward to a possible future
together with Spock. She wasn't so stupid to think that now Spock would suddenly be in love with her,
but it occurred to her that maybe now a major obstacle between them had been removed. He was free
now. Free to choose her.
When Christine came out of the shower, T'Pring handed her a long white Vulcan robe. Its light fabric
was almost see-through, but Christine felt very comfortable in it. For lack of a better place, she seated
herself next to T'Pring on the bed.
T'Pring bent down, picked up the kettle and handed her a cup of hot herbal tea. Her eyes sparkled as
she watched the human drink eagerly. She took a sip herself and helped Christine to another cup. The
long walk had dried the human woman out and the tea was delicious.
The kettle was empty soon, almost all of it consumed by Christine. T'Pring smiled calculatingly. Things
were proceeding nicely.
"I suppose you like Spock," she questioned Christine.
"Yes, I'm in love with him," the nurse answered, surprised at her slurred voice. Obviously the long walk
and the hot tea were demanding their tribute or she was more tired than she had thought. Little sparks
of color danced in front of her eyes and her head felt dizzy.
"Why? Why do you love Spock? He can not love you back." T'Pring had no clue about the relationship
between Spock and Christine, she was just fishing for information.
"I know he does not love me the way I do, but that doesn't mean that he can't love," Christine insisted.
"And why do you think I challenged? Why do you think I wanted to be rid of him?" came the reply.
Christine blinked and rubbed her eyes to chase away the fogginess in her brain.
"I have been bonded to him for over twenty miserable years. We were mentally linked. I could read his
thoughts. I know him better than you," T'Pring stated, not telling the exact truth but not lying either.
She had made Spock kill his best friend, now it was time to rob him of his future mate.
Carefully she planned her next move. Her eyes fixed upon Christine's.
Christine felt her dizziness increase, but at the same time she was hypnotized by T'Pring's gaze. The
color of her eyes seemed to change constantly, from dark brown over amber to violet and back to black.
She tried to figure out whose eyes they reminded her of, but couldn't put her finger on it.
"But there are other reasons why I challenged," T'Pring whispered.
Her right hand reached out to Christine's face and gently traced the outline of it. "Since you are here to
learn about them, let me show them to you."
* * *
Carefully she pushed the human woman back to lie on the bed. Christine was relaxed and all she could
do was to hold still and feel, hear, taste, and smell. Her head swam in the red cloudless sky of Vulcan.
T'Pring's hand wandered down Christine's neck and on to her bosom. The gossamer robe gave way
easily and slid open to reveal a pair of firm white breasts. She bent down and closed her lips around
one of the nipples. The hot wetness elicited a gasp from Christine. Fire shot through her nerves and
heat started to glow in her crotch.
T'Pring increased her efforts. She rubbed her thumb over Christine's other nipple, sucking harder and
harder. Her tongue drew circles, teasing and causing Christine to spread her thighs. T'Pring's hand
could not resist such an invitation. Slowly it traveled to the wet folds of the human woman, parting
them and probing their softness. She hesitated when she found a small hardened spot, shaped like a
button. Christine moaned out loud. T'Pring gently touched the spot again. "Yes," she heard the human
woman whisper.
Encouraged, she inserted a second finger into the folds, rubbing the spot. With her tongue drawing
circles and her hands busy too, she soon worked into a nice rhythm. Hoarse cries accentuated her
efforts.
She felt Christine grasp her head, running her hands through her hair and touching her ear tips.
"Spock." Christine rasped under her breath, pleading, lost in her dreams.
The name strung a chord with T'Pring. The bond was broken, but she could still feel the copper taste of
the blood fire in her mouth. The mentioning of his name activated the last fibers of the connection,
rekindling the flames of passion.
Madness claimed her senses, oh, how much she needed this! No man could ever give this to her, the
warmth and softness of the flesh and the silken feel of the skin. She wanted, no she *needed* a woman.
She always had.
Greedily, she threw her wedding dress off. Fortunately it was designed for such things. Within seconds
she was naked, pressing herself to the cool human's flesh. Her teeth sought Christine's nipples and she
rubbed her hands on her body. Hard. Her fingers parted Christine's labia, teasing and stimulating the
aroused flesh. Christine whimpered and moaned loud. Suddenly she bucked her hips and cried. Shivers
ran through her body as the release claimed her.
Her hands on T'Pring's ears, she stammered again, "Spock". Dreamily she smiled at the vague Vulcan
face in front of her eyes. Her surroundings were warped, dancing a colorful waltz. Christine felt as if
someone had wrapped her in cotton. She never wanted to leave this place again.
She felt someone grasping her hand and moving it to a soft, wet spot.
"Kala, kala", sighed T'Pring as she pressed Christine's hand to her crotch. Eagerly she inserted the
human woman's finger into her cunt, gently swinging and rocking her hips to find *the* spot. She threw
her head back and almost cried out loud as she finally hit on her clit, the long string of nerves inside her
vagina. She clutched the human woman's hand to her and moved her hips in a steady rhythm. At the
same time she rubbed the nipples of her breasts with the palm of her other hand, drawing circles.
Before long she bit her lip and let her orgasm send shivers down her spine.
Satiated, she sank next to the other woman on the bed, watching her. T'Pring's heart hammered in her
side and heat radiated from her body. So cool, this human flesh. And this exotic blond hair. She could
understand very well why Sarek had been attracted to somebody like that. But to marry or even have
children... No.
T'Pring lifted her hand and pulled a strand of the blond hair to her. She rubbed it between her fingers to
feel the texture. Then she bent over to first kiss Christine on her cheek, then lick her face. The human
smiled happily. Disgusted, T'Pring stopped her actions. There was no real fun in fondling somebody
completely drugged with shabiq root tea.
Frustrated, she got up, wrapped herself in a blanket and walked out of the room.
* * *
Christine slowly gathered consciousness. A pink haze swam in front of her eyes and her stomach was
cranky. Where was she? A Vulcanoid face come into her memory. Did she really make love to Spock?
The higher gravity assured her that she was on Vulcan, but how did she get here?
Slowly she started to remember everything. She had been angry, yes, and furious. She had beamed
down and walked to T'Pring's house. Was this her place? What was she doing naked on the bed? She
had met T'Pring, alright, and taken a shower. They had shared tea. What had happened afterwards?
From the next room she heard voices. Christine picked up the white robe and dressed herself in it. She
remembered it now, too. With weak knees she walked towards the other room. A lean, middle-aged
Vulcan stood there and faced T'Pring. Obviously they had been having a discussion. Now T'Pring
replied something in Vulcan. Suddenly she stopped herself and turned to the human standing in the
doorway.
"What do you want?" T'Pring asked coldly with an air of arrogance.
At that moment, the com unit rang. The man turned to answer it. Another exchange of words in Vulcan
ensued. Christine wished she had her universal translator while she watched T'Pring. Suddenly the
Vulcan woman's eyes widened. It was just a flicker, but Christine noted it nevertheless.
Quickly she tried to remember what she knew about Vulcan marriage customs. It wasn't much, but
thanks to her interest in these matters, it was more than most humans knew. She had read every
available piece of material about it, and if she had gotten the situation right, T'Pring had just heard that
Kirk was alive and Spock therefore had had no right to give her to Stonn. She would be given to the
next one who claimed her.
The man closed the comm link and addressed Christine in Vulcan.
"Sorry, I don't understand you. Can you speak Standard?" she replied.
"Standard no good mine. Being Solen. Father T'Pring. You Starfleet T'Pring visit?"
"Yes. I'm Christine Chapel from the Enterprise."
"Ah Enterprise. You do not say Kirk live why?"
"Nobody asked."
"But it would have been important. Now I've got to call Stonn to tell him to claim me." T'Pring
commented indignantly and turned to the comm unit.
"No. You won't do that." Christine's voice was calm and steady.
T'Pring gave her a cold glance. With an aura of superiority she asked, "Why not?"
"Because *I* claim you."
T'Pring paled.
"Go ahead and translate it for your father." Christine ordered her.
"No." The Vulcan woman was furious. Having been betrothed to a half-bred had been bad enough, but
being claimed by a human woman?
"No need. Understand I." Solen said. "T'Pring disgrace to house mine. You take her. On earth she marry
relative yours?"
"No. T'Pring will serve *me*."
Both eyebrows of the man went up. "T'Pring your property is now. You do as you want."
Christine smiled. What better way was there to make T'Pring pay for her actions as by making her her
husband and servant?
[End]
