Nonstandard Operating Procedure

Author's Note: Hey all, as promised, a chapter 3 with actual sex! Thanks everyone for your kind comments and emails. I really appreciate all the feedback. In fact, if anyone has any ideas for this fic, please don't be shy about saying them, because I bounce off of ideas, and am at a bit of a blank spot, currently, so any ideas would be greatly appreciated. Anyway, enjoy! :)

Spock awakened slowly the next waking time to the lidded glow of Aiko’s eyes across from his own. He watched her for a moment, keeping his body perfectly still. She was obviously in some kind of information processing mode, a blissful smile spread across her face. He shifted slightly, and her eyes snapped open, the glow fading quickly. “Good morning Spock,” she greeted with a soft smile, “Captain Kirk came by earlier and brought you breakfast, but you were asleep and he did not wish to disturb you.”

Spock was silent, inertly horrified that his captain had seen him in such a vulnerable manner.
“Captain Kirk understands, Spock,” the half-bot continued, her dark pupils intense, “He was happy to see you at peace. He even said so.”

She twitched and glowed once more as the captain’s voice erupted from her chest, “I am happy to see him getting a good night’s sleep for once.”

Spock blushed green slightly and pulled away a little and Aiko glanced away quickly. “I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable. That was not my intent,” she added, before sitting up. She stood and walked across the room, getting the food that Kirk had brought for Spock; kept warm with the ship’s facilities. As she brought the tray back to Spock and handed it to him, he noted that her eyes stayed downwards.

“You did not make me uncomfortable, Aiko,” he offered to what he perceived to be guilt, “So logically, there is no need to apologize.”

“You are very kind, Spock,” Aiko replied with a gentle smile as she sat next to him, “But I know that I am unnerving to make eye contact with. Children do not notice as often, but most clients display signs of fear or discomfort when I stare directly at them. I attempted to gain understanding about the matter from Ted, but he…did what humans label as “skirting the question”. I assume that the answer was yes.”

“Children are often times more logical than adults,” responded Spock pausing before taking a bite of a strange-looking fruit.

“Sometimes they are,” agreed the half-bot, as she reached to lightly touch his free hand. She hesitated, before resting her entire hand on his. “But on the other extreme, they can be judgmental and unkind,” she added quietly. Spock was quiet as he continued to eat his breakfast, and was probably grateful that he had something to do that required use of his mouth other than talk.

“Captain Kirk is a good, nonjudgmental human,” Aiko continued after a pause, realizing that she had possibly again disturbed her client, “But he is completely uninterested in the incredible life forms of his own planet! I cannot imagine how one could not find it astounding, and it’s a trend I have noticed in most humans.” She touched her chin with her hand and squinted slightly, looking perplexed.
“Is that what you were processing earlier?” asked Spock, “Earth life, that is.”
Aiko smiled softly feeling her face heat slightly, “Yes,” she replied, “Though I was unaware that
you had witnessed it. Clients who have caught me in information mode have reported to me that
I carry a humorous facial expression in mode.”

“I did not notice,” Spock replied with a sincere look, “If I may ask, what about Earth life did you
find so fascinating?”

Aiko paused to smile slightly, relieved, before replying, “Did you know that a simple goldfish is the
only animal on the entire planet of Earth that can see infrared and ultraviolet rays with their
naked eyes?”

“I actually did read that awhile back,” Spock replied with a thoughtful look, “I do wonder
though, for what purpose do the goldfish have such vision?”

“That’s just the thing,” the half-bot answered with an interested look, “Goldfish are extremely
simple forms of life on the planet Earth, and are not even known to be a decent food source like many other fish there. They are widely kept as pets, and certain breeds are bred to be very fancy-looking and are kept for vanity purposes apparently. Yet they have this trait that is completely unknown to any other creature on the planet.” She pursed her lips
.
“Fascinating, indeed,” the half-Vulcan agreed as he finished his breakfast, “But it seems illogical.”

“Illogical,” Aiko echoed, “Yes. It does not compute. I shall have to further research this topic.” She nodded seriously.

“You…seem to thoroughly enjoy accessing new information files,” Spock deducted after a moment.

“Yes,” Aiko answered with a soft smile, “I find the experience to be exhilarating. I wish that I could share it with you. Do you have a data port?” She gave a quirky smile.

Spock made a very soft noise that sounded remotely like a chuckle and Aiko reached to softly touch his hand once more, her hand warm and smooth against his.

“I understand your inner confusion, Spock,” she said quietly after several moments passed. The half-Vulcan glanced over at her, though she kept her own eyes away, “I am sorry that your confusion pains you so.”

“Does yours, Aiko?” Spock asked in the same quiet tone.

“It just…confuses me,” she clarified with a shrug, “I feel that it would pain me, if not for the fact that I know nothing of my human part except for what gradually emerges.” She frowned slightly, before adding, “Sometimes I feel a need to know it. I do not know that mine needs emotional release as much as it needs closeness to another. But I am the only one of my breed.”

Spock was quiet, though he leaned closer to her and tried to make eye contact. She looked away quickly. “I apologize, Spock, I was doing an activity that humans know as “waffling” or “babbling” or “going on and on”. There are a variety of terms to describe the action, none of which seem to have anything to do with the act itself.” She frowned thoughtfully and Spock raised an eyebrow. “I did not mind, Aiko,” he assured after a brief pause, causing her to offer a soft smile in return.

“Speaking of inner confusion,” the half-bot added after another pause, “Are you prepared for the next part of this?”

“I will be,” Spock answered, as he got up from the bed and headed into the restroom of the quarters. Aiko heard the sink running moments later and assumed that he had hygienic functions to take care of. She waited patiently on the edge of the bed until he came back. Soon, the half-Vulcan reemerged, his face and hair slightly damp.

“Are you certain that you want more discipline?” she asked as she stood, “And that you would not wish for something else to comfort you?”

“Yes,” he repeated, and she nodded once, acknowledging it.

“Will you allow for me to hold and comfort you afterwards?” she asked, cocking her head slightly.

“It will be a necessity,” the half-Vulcan replied as he closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself and Aiko straightened.

“Remove your sleeping clothes, Spock, and lie face down on your sleeping area. You may keep your underwear on,” she ordered as she picked up her whip from the top of her backpack.

“Thank you,” Spock replied as he pulled his top off, revealing a slim and handsome chest, and stepped out of his pajama pants. Aiko flushed a slightly purple tint and Spock looked at her curiously as he laid down obediently.

“Are you all right, Aiko? You are currently a shade that most humans would find to be abnormal,” he noted with a tinge of concern in his look.

The half-bot blinked in reply and brought her hand to her face. She then glanced at the mirror that happened to be next to her and slumped, nearly showing human frustration. “Oh, Ted…” she sighed. She straightened and shook her head slightly. “I apologize, Spock. I will be sure to have the error corrected the next time that I am updated. Thank you for reporting it.”

“You speak of Ted often. Is he your main programmer?” asked Spock curiously.

“Yes,” Aiko nodded, “He and his wife, Dr. Marie Tudd, are primarily in charge of my updates and programming. Marie monitors my physical health and cares for my human parts, while Ted fixes any mechanical errors and updates my information drives.” She paused, before adding, “Please do not mistake my words. They do a near perfect job, but Ted is…well, he has a disorder known as colorblindness in humans, which involves the human eye developing without the normal amount of cones, therefore affecting the vision of color. It is a trait that is more common in men than women, but is possible in either gender, though rare, and occurs before birth. The blinding pink hues that you witnessed when I shared my memory drives was meant to mimic an Earth-like sunset, but due to the effects of colorblindness, a different outcome was met.”

“Fascinating,” Spock replied with a nod, as he started to fold his arms under his chest, but felt Aiko’s hand catch his wrist, and guide it to the bedpost. He tensed, but complied, and she smiled down at him as she bound his wrist to the bedpost, and leaned over to do the same with his other wrist.

“If you are focusing on holding still,” she explained as she bound his ankles together and tied them to the base of the bed, “You will be unable to fully release. These are extremely strong bonds.”

“Thank you, Aiko,” Spock answered, slightly muffled, and he squirmed slightly, testing the bonds. The half-bot smiled sadly, stroking the side of his bound leg for a moment as the half-Vulcan prepared himself for what was about to happen. She then sat next to him on the bed, gripping the whip tightly.

“Are you ready, Spock?” she asked.

“Yes, Aiko,” he replied calmly.

She nodded and rested her free hand on the back of his head, extracting memories. Spock froze as he felt childhood terrors come back, full force. He heard the whip crack before he felt the sharp, stinging sensation across the skin of his shoulders, followed by a deep burning. Aiko cringed as she whipped him across his upper back repeatedly, monitoring his reactions. She had not chosen the memories or emotions to extract; she had only picked the most prominent at the moment. Spock struggled with his human side, which begged to be let out. As a child, he had taken a vow to follow the ways of the Vulcan race. He experienced a rush of panic and guilt and began to tremble, physically twitching slightly each time the whip cut into his skin.

“It was unfair to make you choose one or the other,” Aiko’s voice came suddenly, “You are both, Spock. You will always be both. We cannot choose what we are. We just are.”

Shuddering, Spock noticed his vision blurring once more and shook his head. “I am a Vulcan,” he said.

“You are also human. And it is Captain Kirk’s orders to deal with the human side,” Aiko responded as she brought the whip down roughly, drawing greenish blood. Spock squirmed slightly from the physical and mental pain. He felt shame and guilt of being unable to control his emotions at different points throughout his life, including the current time. Still, as Aiko’s lifelike hand stroked his hair, he felt that it was safe to give in. The whip cracked across his mid and lower back several times before Spock shuddered and began to weep quietly into his pillow.

“Good, darling,” soothed Aiko as she beat his shoulders, leaving raised green criss-crosses on his skin.

“I…I am a disappointment…” Spock said suddenly in a quiet tone. His shoulders shook violently before his body was wracked with muffled sobs.

Aiko blinked, and halted the whipping, her touch gentle on his injured back. “You do not disappoint me, Spock,” she assured, “And I do not believe that you disappoint Captain Kirk.” She reached to carefully embrace him from behind.

“Please…do not stop…” Spock replied with a hiss of pain.

“Are you certain?” the half-bot questioned, “I could stop now and comfort you if you prefer.”

“No,” he assured, squirming slightly as her embrace tightened, “I need this.”

“Your human side, Spock?” she asked curiously as she straightened.

Spock exhaled shakily, taking a moment to gather himself. “The Vulcan side as well,” he answered finally. The half-bot stared down at him for a moment, her expression vaguely sad. She frowned, and without warning, loosened and removed the restraints on his wrists.

“Aiko, please…” Spock muffled, sounding slightly desperate.

“I will continue to beat you, Spock,” the half-bot quietly assured as she pushed her lower body under his chest and torso, causing him to squirm in an attempt to reposition himself. He looked extremely confused, and Aiko stared down at him, her face unreadable. She wrapped her free arm around his shoulders comfortingly. His head rested on her stomach, Spock slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, understanding. She did not want to hurt him, but she would do what she had to do with compassion.

The whip cracked across the back of Spock’s calves, and his grip around Aiko’s waist tightened, causing her pupils to dilate heavily. She flicked the whip across the sensitive backs of his knees as her free hand cradled his head, activating memories once more. Spock choked softly against her stomach but even unbound, made no attempt to even struggle. She stroked his smooth hair gently as he shuddered, allowing himself to cling to her in his torment.

The lashes of the whip traveled down the backs of Spock’s calves and bound ankles, covering them in coppery-green lines before the half-Vulcan began to cry out against Aiko’s trembling body. She stopped suddenly and shakily dropped the whip before unbinding Spock’s ankles and taking him into her arms fully, her embrace gentle as he sobbed hard, clutching his head for a moment before wrapping his arms around her waist once more. The human half of him simply demanded closeness at this time, and though the Vulcan side was logical and strong, the human side had a stronger will than Spock ever gave it credit for.

“Too much?” Aiko asked softly, her touch gentle but still painful on Spock’s welted back. He shook his head, his body quivering through quiet sobs. She nodded and continued to stroke him softly, shaking as well. She wanted desperately to say something to make it better, but could not think of a thing to say that would remedy his pain.

Instead, she decided to allow her own human side a bit of freedom as well. She pushed back his hair fringe and kissed his forehead tenderly, before resting her chin on his head. He shook in reply, his grip on her tightening as he became quiet. Aiko blinked and watched the man twitch and struggle as his Vulcan side, horrified by this display of emotion, attempted to take over to cope with the pain. She paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. She swallowed nervously, then quickly tilted his chin upwards and kissed him deeply; cradling his face in her hands for a moment, before they traveled down and held his bandaged hands gently. Spock gasped into the kiss and froze for a pause, his human side forcing full control, and his Vulcan side submitting to the intimacy of their sensitive fingertips touching.

The kiss broke slowly and their eyes met; Spock’s surprised and Aiko’s completely taken up by her black pupils. Spock gazed at Aiko as she gently dabbed his tears with the hem of her uniform. She was a shade of purple unknown to the eyes of man, Spock noted, and suspected that he was the same sort of green. The half-bot shivered slightly as waves of sensation traveled from her lips throughout her body, but she looked away, unsure of her actions. She looked back at Spock after a pause, and looked about to apologize, to which Spock blocked her with a gentle kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. Aiko froze in alarm, before wrapping her arms around his back carefully; returning the kiss with uncertainty that quickly gave way to passion. She felt a tug at her uniform, and felt his lips vibrate against hers in a pained, desperate moan as his injured hands attempted to remove her uniform.

The half-bot moved quickly to unzip and slide out of her uniform, her petite frame exposed to be covered in smooth, hairless skin. Spock pulled at his bandages, removing the ones around his hands, revealing deeply welted, but no longer cut palms and fingers. Aiko noted that Vulcans must have more rapid healing time than humans, and reminded herself to add it to her information file on Vulcans at a later time. His bare fingers trailed down the gentle curves of her body as her own palms caressed his strong chest.

Suddenly, Spock pulled back. “No, this is improper, Forgive me, I cannot make you-” the Vulcan side said out loud, but was cut off with a deep kiss from Aiko as she pulled him back on top of her, her sensitive fingers entwined with his as she climaxed from the sensations, her smooth body writhing against his as he gasped into the kiss and pulled away.

“I apologize, Aiko, the human in me needs this,” he whispered as his hard erection pushed against her wet entrance.

“I need intimacy too, Spock,” she whispered back stroking his palms assuringly, her eyes meeting his, before their lips met again.

Spock thrust deeply into Aiko, gentle and slow at first, but quickened as she rose to meet his thrusts. She was silent, but her face and eyes portrayed ecstasy, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as he pounded into her, stimulating her in all the right ways. Orgasms came in waves, and she clung to him, slamming into his thrusts as he kissed her deeply, their tongues shyly touching before entwining. The half-Vulcan smiled slightly into the kiss, getting an idea.

Spock paused in thrusting and reached to touch Aiko’s temples with the tips of his fingers, then trailed them to the back of her head, cradling it as he continued with slower thrusts. Aiko had time to cock her head in question, before she felt her mind meld with Spock’s once more. Suddenly feelings of bliss filled her and she gasped; her black eyes wide before she smiled and touched the back of Spock’s head as well, as she concentrated on also stimulating blissful feelings in him. He froze, unused to the feelings, but gripped Aiko tightly to him, panting as his thrusts came rapidly and shakily. Aiko stroked his injured back encouragingly as she was filled with a constant stream of orgasms; one right after the other. Her inner muscles contracted around Spock’s erection tightly, causing him to come suddenly, filling her with warmth. She moaned softly in reply and held him as he collapsed against her, exhausted. They held each other silently for a few moments, both quivering as they caught their breaths.

“I…have not felt this way before,” Aiko finally stated.

“Nor have I,” Spock replied, his face calm once more. His eyes, Aiko noted, looked different though; less filled with sorrow. Simultaneous to her observation of him, Spock noted that Aiko too, looked different. Her expressions seemed less hollow and more real, somehow. She smiled up at him; a true smile, not to be confused with the default “bottish” greeting smile, but her eyebrows furrowed in concern as she touched his shoulder; still sticky with blood. Spock winced, surprising himself, and looked away in shame. He started to open his mouth to apologize, but was interrupted by Aiko, who kissed him tenderly on the lips.

“You require bathing,” the half-bot said matter-of-factly, before adding, “And this time, I shall assist you.”

Spock was silent for a moment, feeling his face burn emerald once more. He then nodded with a very subtle smile towards her. “It would seem the logical alternative in my current physical state,” he concluded as he pulled himself up to stand, closing his eyes to hide the agony that went through him as he did so. Almost as soon as he stood, Aiko was at his side, her arm wrapped around his waist as she helped him to walk. Spock looked down at her in discomfort, but did not push her away.

“I am quite strong,” the half-bot assured the half-Vulcan, “Stronger than I appear. Bots have much stronger skeletal structures than biological beings.”

“Fascinating,” Spock replied with a slight wince. Gradually, he leaned on her a little and Aiko smiled faintly as she led him to the shower.