The Cadet

Elevator Music

I glanced up at the clock, a small bead of sweat dripping down my forehead. It was mere seconds before this torture was over. I had never been so beaten before.

"Alright class, times up, leave tour tests on my desk and I will see you bright and early Monday morning."

I glanced up at Professor Ga'hial, my stomach dropping as I turned in my things. I was ashamed of myself. I hadn't been focused during the time allotted to us, and I didn't study as I should have. It was going to reflect in my grade.

"Cadet McLaren."

I silently cursed at myself as the rest of the students filed out. I turned to the Vidiian man, offering a small smile.

"Yes, Professor?"

"I noticed you were distracted today. That's is unlike you." He said, standing from his desk to approach me.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little out of it from break. Don't worry, I will do better." I explained, hoping that would be the last of it.

"I hope so, you're my best student." He said, coming mere inches from me. "Bright, ambitious," he continued, letting one finger drag down my arm. I wanted to squirm out of my skin the moment he touched me. "beautiful."

"I think I should be going. I have physics." I lied, taking a quick step back towards the open door. "I'll see you Monday, Professor." And with that I practically ran out the door.

Professor Ga'hial's class had been moved to the math building due to vandalism over Christmas break. So believe me when I say I couldn't press the button for the elevator any faster. I cursed him under my breath as the elevator reached my floor.

"Nasty, disgusting, slime ball of a man-"

"Cadet, perhaps we could keep the insults to ourselves."

I froze at the voice, my eyes trailing upwards to meet his eyes.

I had successfully avoided any actual contact with Spock for the entire week, however whatever cruel being was watching over me really had it in for me today.

I said nothing but got into the elevator, doing my best to ignore the man in every way. His scent permeated the air, it was clean and cool, just like him. It was so intoxicating.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Cadet, but it appears you are upset with me."

I let out a laugh, but I was not humored. "Wow, I'm so glad you could deduce that, Sherlock."

"I don't understand what Mr. Holmes has to do with this. I would like to understand your frustration, I-"

"Understand my frustration?" I interrupted, giving him an incredulous look. "Spock, I am enraged. I mean you show me tenderness and compassion, something I am not used to, and you touch me in ways I've never even dreamed of being touched in and you have the audacity to tell me I broke regulation when I'm quite certain you were the one who left my neck purple." I ranted shoving him against the wall of elevator. "Do you understand my frustration now?"

"Evelyn-"

"Don't 'Evelyn' me. Yeah, I'm pissed that you toyed with me. But hey, I guess I'm the slut, right? Using and abusing people?" I said, giving him my best glare.

"Evelyn, this is not simple. I cannot be what you want me to be." He said, a soft expression taking his face.

"I don't want you to be anything to me. I don't want you to fuck around with my feelings when you obviously can't and don't reciprocate them. Don't fuck with me." I said angrily, crossing my arms.

"It's not that I don't-"

"What? You don't want me? It's okay Spock, I'm used to being pretty undesirable." I interrupted.

Spock didn't say anything for a moment, his eyes searching my face. I thought that maybe he would reprimand me for being a pity party or for being toxic. Which I couldn't argue against, I was being a teensy bit toxic. However, my back was slammed into the wall of the elevator as Spock lifted me into a passionate kiss.

I melted into him, anger and frustration dissipating with each ministration of his fingers against my bare thigh. I am so thankful I wore a dress today.

His teeth grazed my lips before he caught my bottom lip between them. I gasped as his hands slipped under my skirt and grasped my behind. Spock lowered his head to my neck, leaving heated kisses over the fading hickies. I groaned as he kissed a particularly sensitive area on my neck. He smirked against my skin, his fingers wiggling under my underwear. I was shocked he would go so far considering everything he said to me the last time we got this heated.

I squeezed him closer to me, surprised by the friction I under his belt. I grabbed the ends of his hair, forcing his mouth to meet my own again. As if it had triggered some response, he immediately tore my panties off leaving me extremely vulnerable. And I mean he tore them off.

I pushed him away, shocked at his actions. There he stood in the elevator, his perfect hair a mess as he breathed heavily. His eyes were darker than I've ever seen them filled with something that make my knees weak. In his hand he held my torn, lacy, black underwear.

As if on cue, the elevator dinged, signifying that we had reached Spock's floor. He casually smoothed his hair as the doors opened.

"It's best not to tell lies to ourselves, we start to believe them." He said, pocketing my underwear and striding out of the elevator.

I felt weak in the knees as the doors shut and the elevator continued its descent. My breath was shallow and I couldn't concentrate.

Holy fuck, my professor just stole my panties.

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"McLaren."

I glanced up in the mirror to look at the coach, who had a worried look on his face.

"What's the matter?" I asked, turning to face him.

"The fighter we had booked for tonight had to back out last minute. They have a back up fighter." He said, trailing off slightly.

"But?"

"But it's a male fighter." He said, giving me careful look.

I nodded, letting the gears run in my brain. "I'm ready."

With that, my coach slipped out of the locker room and I finished taping my knuckles. I slid my gloves on, admiring how beautiful the the blue glistened.

It was my first fight back from break and I was ready to get back in the ring. Nan drove over to see it, which earned me an earful of how I need to be careful. Bones happily volunteered to sit with her during my match.

Spock and I haven't really had the opportunity to talk about what happened, or what this was. But I think we were both willing to let what happened in the elevator stay there. Eventually I would have to confront him about that, but for now I let it be.

I shook my head clear of thoughts, entering the ring as they called my name. My eyes wandered the crowd as I spotted Nan and Bones seared nearer to the ring. The medic for this match was McCormack, and while he was eye candy, I was looking for someone else. After a short scan I decided it was best to focus on the match. I looked across the ring towards my opponent. He was tall and solid, his thighs nearly doubling the size of mine. He seemed to feel extremely comfortable in the ring, which meant he was experienced in fighting. I took a deep breath, anxiety creeping in as my gut told me I was in for a rough night.