Author's Note: 'Reasons' is taking a lot longer to get down and even longer to edit than I thought it would so I decided to post another fic in the meantime, this time a gift for Sokona that I've been working on for a while as well (even longer than reasons). It will be probably four chapters long and I already have this chapter done and the second chapter in need of some editing. Sokona, along with Valyria and many others, has been rooting me on for a while now and I wanted to gift this to her as a thank you for being awesome.

There was nothing to warn him that morning about what was going to transpire later that afternoon. True, Nyota had been increasingly inquisitive towards his person and Vulcans in general but it was nothing that could have been read as a inappropriate attraction.

So when she asked another seemingly random question, he did not feel the to withhold any information from her.

" So, is it true that Vulcans don't lie?" she asked nibbling on an piece of fruit from her lunch bag as they ate in his office.

" That is true, Cadet." he replied evenly. In a culture of touch telepaths it was simple enough to find out the truth of the matter and find someone weaving a web of fallacies operating from flawed logic and reasoning. Why go forth with the farce when you could so easily be found to be a liar, to do so would be illogical?

He was curious as to her reasons to why should would ask he did not indulge his urge to do so.

She nodded slowly in response, brushing a piece of melon across her lips before plucking it into her mouth. He watched her chew and swallow, glancing away when he saw Nyota studying him as well.

" Well then, Commander can I ask you a question?" she asked innocently.

He huffed a bit. He hated such lines of human inquiries. Of course she could ask him a question, had she not done so right then? He opted to overlook it as she rarely ever did so. She was being aggravatingly obtuse and it was quite unbecoming.

" Of course Cadet Uhura, what do you wish to know."

She stood from her TA desk and sauntered over slowly to him, going behind his desk and leaning over behind him, bringing her mouth to brush against his ear.

Spock snapped to attention in his seat, sitting up ramrod straight with a gasp of surprise.

What was this? What strange behavior, why did she not just ask her question? Her light breath tickled the hair on his neck and he had to resist the urge to flinch.

" Tell me, Commander Spock, have you ever thought about kissing me?"

He was glad he was facing away from her so when her lips skimmed the tip of his ear, Nyota didn't see his shocked expression. Shocked that is for a Vulcan.

" Cadet, I must ask you to please refrain from touching..." he began to say as he swiveled in his chair to face her but was immediately cut off by her straddling his lap and crushing her lips to his.

What was going on?! What she ill? How could she touch him? Kiss him? She was well aware of a Vulcan's need for corporal privacy but here she was pawing at him like some wanton, pon farr female. Her plush lips parted her tongue eager to greet his own as it swept across the seam of his lips. His mouth parted gently of its own accord and she seized it with a stroke of her tongue. He groan roughly willing himself not to enjoy it but she took it as a sign of encouragement and teased his tongue to come and explore her mouth.

He knew this embrace to be called a French kiss but was confused that his African student would perform such an affection display not hailing from her home country, let alone that she was touching him at all.

Spock felt violated along with something else he'd rather not name that was growing in strength with each passing second. This experience in familiarity had gone on long enough.

He took a hold of Nyota's arms and compelled his will to pull her mouth from his. She looked at him with face that reminded him of a happy, terran feline. If she could, he was sure she would be purring. Spock was barely withholding reaction to so her himself.

" Commander, did you like it?" she drawled as she rolled her hips against his groin in a dreadfully pleasing manner.

He swallowed, horrified by her actions and his traitorous body as he felt himself grow stiff against her heat, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he weighed answering her question. No, he did not like it he loved it, but this whole...exercise in Nyota's ardor was highly inappropriate.

" Uhura, stop with this behavior." he said firmly. He wondered if she caught the gravelly tone in his voice. He did not want her to continue and yet...

She giggled coyly as he grabbed her hips to stop their grinding motion against his lap. Her freed hands immediately went into action, rubbing his chest, caressing his face and stroking his ears.

They were soft, deft and nimble at their work, his skin tingling under her ministrations as they grazed under his chin. His chest vibrated gently before he could stop himself and Nyota attempted to mimic his purr with amazing success and the Vulcan found himself clenching his teeth to fight the urge to rest his head along the hollow of where her shoulder and neck met. That and biting it.

Spock found himself growing more desperate to get her to stop, before he did something even more foolish than he was doing now.

He grabbed her hands and she would roll her hips, he held her hips and she would go back to exploring with her lips and hands. Both parties were feverish in obtaining their goal, each panting with effort at they tried to subdue the other.

" Cadet Uhura, you must stop." he said feebly.

Why didn't he just pick her up and restrain her? She was no match for him in strength, weaker still by being female and yet he found himself bound to the chair by her hungry mouth. She kissed tempestuously, humming loudly into his mouth, stroking his tongue and desire in a way unknown to him.

She drew back with his bottom lip in her mouth and watched him as she bit it. He hissed at her with narrowed eyes and jerked his hips. He was quickly losing control of the situation. No, that wasn't right, he had never taken control and she had never relinquished it. She released his lip and nibbled across one long, arched brow before running the tip of her tongue across it. Spock sucked at the air, trying hard to gain the willpower to remove her from his body when she spoke once more.

" You have, haven't you? You've pictured yourself kissing me...perhaps even fucking me?" she said in a coquettish tone he had never heard her speak in before. Everywhere she touched his skin he buzzed with a heady lust. She was intoxicating him.

" Uhura! Do not continue!" he coughed out in a strained voice. His mind reeled for a logicially explanation for their current circumstance. How had this happened, why now? This seemed too severe to be the case of an infection or disease. Maybe Nyota had been possessed by the human's fabled succubus. That would explain her charms over him, her lust-laced kisses and her knowledge of his desire. For her.

" Answer my question, Commander, have you ever thought about fucking me?" she murmured. She tilted his head and bit the pinna of his ear, his hips unbiddingly snapping up to meet hers in the chair. She groaned and laughed at his reflexive thrust. Nyota was being tortuous it appeared on purpose. Stop, why would she not stop?

" Spock,...you can't lie." she said gripping his hair within her fist. He could feel her desire to have always wanted to as she did so. She yanked his head back and his neck followed, exposing his throat to her. She dipped her head and placed teasing, nibbled bites ascending up towards his jaw. She caught his heavy lidded eye and winked at him right as she licked underneath his chin. He made a whining sound and she giggled again.

" Spock, my answer. The truth or I won't stop." she said with another firm yank to his scalp. He swallowed harshly and panted like a stag tired from the chase.

"Yes." he whispered, ashamed.

" Yes what?" She said running a finger down around his adam's apple. Spock shuttered. Could this be a hallucination? When she bit his ear again and he knew it to be real.

" Yes, I've...imagined having intercourse with you." he said meekly. She seemed pleased and he thought for a moment that her torment of his body was over.

He was wrong.

She pushed his head towards her chest and he jerked as his check made contact with her small, soft breasts. She hummed and tried to push him back. " Touch me Spock." she moaned into his ear. " No one will know, unless I want them to..."

He looked at her puzzled by her words. " What do you mean unless..."

" Exactly as I said it Commander." she threatened with a smirk. " Now, kiss me or else."

Never in his musing had he dared to daydream of something so racy happening between him and the Cadet. There would be thoughts of brushing her fingers with his or placing a chaste kiss on her cheek near her mouth but not quite touching her lips. He imagined her docile and shy, learning his body as well as his mind. He would picture that they would finally consummate after the 10th or 11th dinner, caught up in the moment of no longer wanting to deny each other or what they felt.

It would be docent and slow and he would be gentle with her as she was always a virgin in these visions. She would cry from the pain and Spock would comfort her feeling a supreme sense of male pride in being her first.

How far these thoughts were from the truth. How much had his recurring dreams of making love to Uhura turned into a passionate daymare of reality?

He released her hips and braced his hands on the side of the chair getting ready to stand up. She made her move then.

Her small hands pulled at his hair, exposing the thick column of his neck while her hips ground down on his with a purpose. He hissed lowly at the onslaught, her tongue laving its way up his neck towards his jaw. Nyota whispered in his ear, things that he had never heard of, things that she would do to him.

" Did you ever picture yourself coming inside of me, Commander?" she moaned and he came with a startling intensity, growling out her name in frustrated snarl while the arms of the chair splintered and crackled beneath the force of his grip. She did not cease rolling against him until his body slumped against the back of the chair.

She stood up with satisfied sigh, straightening her skirt and patting her jacket flat where it was buckling up.

" I don't know about you but I have a lot of work to do! I'm going to take the last of these reports to my room and then start on my communication IV midterm paper." she said with a yawn and a stretch, eyeing him with a look that he had seen on the cadet Kirk's face many times before when looking at women walking across campus. He believed it was termed smugness.

She reached down and ruffled his hair. " You may wanna go and clean up before what you did wets through boxers and onto your slacks."

She gathered the said PADDs in her bag and walked out of his office, giving him a lerchous glance behind her. " See you later, Commander."

Spock still dazed, replied automatically with her rank and watched her leave the door slid shut after her exit.

He looked down at his slacks as his semen created a moist blotch in the dark gray fabric with a frown.