Series of Drabbles on Spock/Uhura's relationship. I own nothing..well maybe my sanity and many times that in question! This is my first attempt EVER to write. Any suggestions or comments are most welcome. Special thanks to jncar and bana05 for their suggestions and their constant encouragement!

Three Small Words…

She sighs, shakes her head and walks away, leaving him standing there. It's only three small words. Why can't he say them? She is not naive, she came into this relationship with her eyes wide open, but she had held out a small shimmer of hope that if she opened her heart to him, that maybe he could let down his guard if only a little…

Spock is a learned man, who knows many words, (in several different languages, she might add). So why is it so hard for him to say three simple words? He can't possibly feel as strongly as she does and not be moved to say them, can he? Most of the time she wants to shout them loud enough for everyone on the ship to hear! So why does she continue to love him so, knowing that she may never hear those words from his lips? Then she remembers, those eyes…those all too human eyes that speaks volumes to her soul. More expressive than any human male could ever vocalize with mere words.

He knew this day would come. The day that she would realize she needs more, deserves more than he can give. They are just three small words. He wants so much to say them. He wants to command his mouth to speak the words she is longing to hear. She asks for so little, but yet to him it seems like the world. She is asking him to go against a lifetime of training and hundreds of years of Vulcan discipline.

When her door chimes, she says, "Enter." Spock stands hesitantly in the doorway. "Nyota…I….I." She holds out her arms and he falls into them and sighs against her neck. She whispers, "I know, baby, I know. I love you too."

A Kiss

A Kiss It starts with a look

Then a touch so light it's almost a whisper

Then a sigh

It starts slow and unsure

Then matures into something so intense it takes both of their breaths away

It's more than just a kiss

It is a promise of things to come

While They Sleep

She smiles and runs her fingers softly through his hair. She loves this time, watching him while he sleeps. He is peaceful. There is no battle between his two halves now, only contentment. This is when he looks most vulnerable and most human. She kisses him lightly on his slightly parted lips. "I love you, ashayam."

He watches her as she sleeps. Her hair cascades across her face. She is so beautiful. He can't believe that she is his and his alone. He smoothes back a lock of hair that has fallen across her cheek. He kisses her lightly. He is certain she can not hear him, so he whispers, "I love you, nyonda."

Ashayam = beloved in Vulcan

Nyonda = beloved in Swahili