Reunion
The first thing Spock noticed when he stepped through the door into their quarters was that Grayson's cradle was sitting beside his desk. His son seemed to be very deeply asleep. Why had Nyota moved the cradle? He stepped into the bedroom and saw, laid out on the bed, a soft gown that he liked very much. He remembered removing that gown from Nyota many times - and what always occurred after it had been removed. He stopped in mid-step. Dr McCoy had come onto the bridge just before his shift ended, smiling strangely. He hastily counted days. Tilted his head towards the bathroom, where he heard water - Nyota was taking a shower. Quickly he undressed, dropping clothing on the floor on his way to join her.
She had the water on very hot. The small room was filled with steam. She had her back turned towards the room, her face turned up into the water. He loved to watch her, but right now, something else entirely was on his mind. He slid the shower door open just enough to enter, sliding it closed behind him and moved to stand just behind her, molding his body around her, sliding his arms about her waist, lowering his head so that their faces rested against each other.
"Well, hello, stranger. Fancy meeting you here." She turned her face enough to nibble on his jaw. She rubbed her little round bottom against his growing erection. "Ummm. Looks like you brought me a present."
His hands were busy, stroking, caressing, relearning her familiar curves, slender again. He slid his hands under her breasts, heavier now than they had been, his fingers tightening slowly against her nipples until they stood out, hard, and she sighed at him, moaning softly against his cheek.
Her arms lifted and her hands found his ears, fingertips running up the curved sides, gently pinching the sensitive tips. He growled at her, low in his throat. He could feel the burning beginning now. It had been far too long. He slid one hand down her body, finding her legs spread to allow his access, her weight leaning more against him now. She moaned as his fingers found what they were searching for.
"Oh, Spock, it's been so long. I've missed this so much." She rolled her body against his, turning to face him, rising up on her toes, winding her arms around his neck, biting his jaw. He slid his hands under her bottom, lifting her up. She wound her legs around him as he pulled her close to him, reveling in the feel of her body against his.
"Do you remember the first time you enticed me into the shower with you?" He murmured against her skin, tasting, teasing.
"How could I ever forget that? We were so new then. I felt so bold. I never told you that I hadn't done that before, did I?"
He swelled more at that confession. He was the only one she had ever shared this wonder with. He growled at her again as her teeth grazed his neck. She bit down harder and he shuddered. "Nyota." Only one word, drawn out, deep, liquid. And then he braced her against the wall of the shower and slid into her.
She arched against him and gasped and moaned, clutching his arms hard, shaking. "Spock. Ah, Spock!"
He tried to be slow, to make it last. He really tried. He was not successful.
But he made up for it the second time.
