UHURA. 

              she knows effort when she sees it - and she’s grown especially good at seeing it in spock.  she knows when he’s trying his best to understand what she’s conveying, and she can’t help the smile that spreads across her lips, because it’s one of the most endearing things she’s ever borne witness to.  ❝that would be nice.❞ the smile spreads wider then, and her hand lands gently on his wrist, her thumb rubbing across the skin there.  ❝if i’m not mistaken, the upper observation deck should be empty around this time.  we’re passing near enough to a nebula that it can be seen with the naked eye.  meet me there?❞   

                           A   HINT     of   a   smile   pulls   at   lips   ,   an   INVITATION    he   graciously   accepts.    and   he   nods   curtly   ,     ‘    affirmative   ,   lieutenant.    ‘     and   he   doesn’t   hesitate   to   meet   her   ,   prodding   hands   searching   through   ASSORTMENTS   of    fine    wines   ,   and   champagne   hidden   in   cupboards.    he’d   promised   a   drink   worthy   of   satisfaction   ,    afterall.    ‘     vulcan    have    low   susceptibility     to    alcoholic    beverages    ——    you   will   have   to   EXCUSE   me   if    my   tastes   are   not   shared.    ‘