HELP! I need ideas for Scotty, Chekov and Sulu! I have loads for the other three, rest assured. But if you want to read more about said characters I'll need ya'll ideas! Thanks! Kisses!

Spock rolled his shoulders for the hundredth time and it was driving you up the wall. You have no idea why but it was bothering you.

He does it again.

You look over at him, the hair on your arms stand up. "Commander, are you alright?"

Spock looks up, his face as expressionless as before. But there was something a bit off. "Yes, Lieutenant, I am performing sufficiently." But his voice wavered a bit at the end.

You put down your report and turn to fully face him. "'Sufficiently' is giving yourself too much credit. You keep rolling your shoulders and stretching. You NEVER fidget." You stand up and go to lean against his desk. "So, what's bugging you?"

Spock turns away from his work and blinks at you. "I do not believe there is a bug that is causing my discomfort. But you are correct in your assumption. I was sparring with Mr. Sulu and I fear I have injured myself." He rolls his shoulders and rubs his neck as if for emphasis.

You scratch the back of your neck and let out a low whistle. "Who knew the strong Vulcan could get a little sore?" You laugh a little, smiling. Spock raised an eyebrow and cocked his head ever so slightly. He may be annoying sometimes but there is just something about the stoic man you found somewhat attractive.

"I am strong only because I am Vulcan. There is nothing I can do to change that."

You sigh and shake your head. "And there is no reason for you to. I'm just surprised you are injured. That's all." You get a good look at him.

His perfect hair, pointed ears, and warm eyes made him become one of the "most attractive specimens" on the ship, no doubt. You just didn't think you would ever find yourself agreeing with the groupies who made that stupid list. You blink and shake your head slightly before standing and heading back to your desk.

But before you made it two steps you felt a soft pressure on your arm, holding you back. You turn around and look surprised at the look of pleading the Vulcan was giving you. You open your mouth to say something, but he beat you to it.

"Forgive me, but I do not know how to go about this. I am in need of assistance." He then glances away, taking his hand off your arm.

You nod slightly, sitting back down on his desk. "And what kind of assistance did you have in mind?"

Spock kept his glance away from you, you noticing his cheeks glow a bit green. "Do you happen to know a remedy to my ailment?"

You let out a little laugh, leaning forward to catch his eye. "You're in luck, I happen to know exactly what you need. And I happen to know how to do it." At that, Spock looked right at you, hope filling his eyes. "But that would require me having permission to touch you."

Spock's eyes go wide and his cheeks turn a noticeable shade of green. "I am sorry Lieutenant, I will have to respectfully decline your offer of help," he practically stammered. 

You smile and stand, shaking your head slightly. " I will have to ignore your decline, respectfully, Commander. It's not what you think." You laugh a bit as you walk to stand behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Spock immediately tensed, so you leaned down to look at him over his shoulder. "Now what I am trying to do will require you to relax. What I'm about to do is called a 'massage'." You stand up straight again and clap his shoulders. "Trust me, you are going to enjoy this and it will help."

Spock slowly relaxed his shoulders and raised a brow. "I hope it does not take long."

You let out a laugh and pop your fingers as you got ready to work on him. "Oh, you will change your mind about that once I start. I have been told I have quite a skill."

Spock was about to respond but his words died on his lips. You began on the shoulders, kneading your fingers in slowly, getting a feel for how tight he was. Then you got to work, pressing, rubbing, scratching and squeezing his shoulders. You watched as he just melted under your touch.

"Now, Commander," you started.

"Spock."

"Spock, this one time will not be enough. You are really tense and need to be worked on."

Suddenly his communicator goes off and you were sure he let out a frustrated groan. You pat his shoulders kindly and go back to your seat as Spock spoke to the Captain. You lost yourself in the last bit of your paperwork when you felt a soft hand rest on your shoulder. You jump and let out a surprised shriek, placing a hand on your chest.

"Forgive me, I did not mean to startle you." Spock took his hand back, clasping both of them behind his back. "I simply wished to thank you for the muscle stimulation."

You stand and stand at attention in front of him. "You are very welcome. I suggest you see Bones about it. He may be able to do a more thorough job."

Spock gives you a slight nod, starts to walk backward. "I will." He turns around and hits the doorframe spot on.

You let a snort, looking down and covering your mouth with your hand. Spock didn't say anything but left quickly. You shook your head and let out a hearty laugh, sitting down back on your desk. Maybe you were a little too good.

You had finished your work when you left to find Spock standing outside your door. "Commander! Are you doing alright?" You reach your hand out and place it on his arm.

Strangely, he places his hand on yours. "I thought on what you had said about this 'massage' needing to be continued." He looked behind you then back into your eyes, causing your heart to jump. "I wish to request you to be the one to continue. If you would not mind."

Your brows raise and you shrug. "Alright. If you want. Though I am not as good as one of the medical nurses."

"I believe I am sure in my choice."

You let out a small laugh. "If you are sure then I will be more than happy to help. You just let me know when you need me." You smile wide at him and pat his arm.

"Thank you, Leutienant."

"(Y/n)," you insisted.

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You hear a knock at your door and you jump at attention. You tie your robe around you a bit tighter as you called for them to enter. You weren't at all surprised when Spock strode in. But you were surprised when you saw a single flower in his hand.

"Good evening (Y/n)." He holds out the flower, you noticed it shook a bit, but you ignored that and graciously took it.

"Good evening to you too." You put the flower to your nose, hiding a smile behind it. "So, go ahead and sit down, I'll be with you in a minute. I want to put this in some water."

Spock watched after you as you disappeared into your small bathroom. He looked around your place, taking in every little detail that perfectly showed who you were. Sitting down on a cushion on the ground, Spock took off his uniform shirt so he was left in a regular white t-shirt. He let a small smile pull at his lips as he watched you walk back into the main room, a smile of your own lighting up the room.

"So, I know you have been seeing you regularly I just learned a new technique that you might like." You have to pause and remember to breathe at the sight of the second in command in normal clothes.

Sure he has been over several times before but it hasn't been until the last few visits that you have had to calm your beating heart.

"I trust your judgment." He looks at you keenly.

You bow jokingly. "Why thank you! Now get comfortable, this may be one of the last times you need me to see you. You really did a number on yourself."

You got to work before he could say anything. You didn't want what you were thinking to be said out loud and knowing the Vulcan it would only be logical to talk about the inevitable. You have grown to like the thirty minutes of relaxation with said Vulcan. Sometimes you would sit in silence or talk back and forth, and even one time shared jokes. But you would never say anything in fear of ruining what friendship you had with him.

You started to work up his neck when he spoke. "I hope you understand that I greatly appreciate what you have done for me (Y/n)." 

You grin. "You are very welcome."

You start to run your fingers up the back of his hair, rubbing behind his ears. You didn't notice but Spock was starting to fidget. You moved back down to his shoulders but then moved yourself so you were kneeling behind him.

"Though I do hope we can continue to see each other."

You moved back to working up his neck. "I wouldn't be opposed to the idea." You moved behind his ears. "As long as you don't mind me massaging you from time to time. I have found it to be quite therapeutic for me." Then to his ears.

They were softer than you had imagined, not that you imagine about the senior officer's ears, but you had always wondered. But in your curiosity you had a lap of judgment, not knowing what effects it may have on him.

"As have I- Please! No more!" Spock shot up moving to the other side of the room by the door.

"I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?" You slowly stood, your hands clasped in front of you.

Spock glanced at you before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He would be lying to himself if he said he did not find you attractive. He had hoped to solidify a time to meet each week despite him not needing his sore muscles worked on. He had been feeling better by the third visit but he could not bring himself to stop seeing you. But as it seems, his feelings for you have grown and he may be in danger of acting unseemly. Despite how good it felt, he knew you had not knowledge of how intimate your actions were.

"No, you have not. But I believe we are finished here." He collected his discarded shirt without making eye contact. "Forgive my hasty departure but a prior engagement that had slipped my mind has now taken precedence." He stepped outside your door but turned to look at you.

You had not moved from where you stood, your eyes wide with confusion and worry. But you snapped to attention when he looked at you. you walked up to him, making sure to give him space. "I am sorry if I had done something to offend you."

Spock had to physically hold his hand back from stroking your cheek, to wipe away the unneeded worry on your face. "I know you had no negative intentions. It is that I had not expected-" he did not finish his sentence. Instead, he looked at your beautiful eyes and shook his head. "Again, I thank you for your service."

And with that, he was gone. You blinked. What had you done? You walked back inro your room, running your hands through your hair. His flower caught your eye and you just stared at it. Then it hit you. His ears. You smacked your forehead, giving yourself some not so nice names. But you were suddenly interuped by your room door opening.

You turn to see who it was but instead you were met with a warmth pressed to your lips as strong arms wrapped around you gently. It didn't take you long to know who it was and that did not bother you at all. Kiss now, ask questions later. Spock deepened the kiss slightly before pulling away, one of his hands reaching up to move a fallen lock out of your face.

"Forgive me, but it could not be helped."

You smile wide. "I'm not complaining."

Spock gave you what you could have sworn was a smile before he captured your lips with his, kissing you like the way he looked at you; sweetly but completly in love.