No beta here, all mistakes are my own. I love fluff so don't expect angst or anything overly heavy from me. I don't own ST at all. Set in AU of the AU but with the characters of ST:2009. I might dip my toes in TOS later. I hope you enjoy the fluffiness! So sorry so short! Wish I had more to write :)

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Nyota liked to sleep with three pillows.

One pillow she liked to slip between her knees. Her father was right about the fact that her knees were a bit knobby. Just a bit though. The second pillow she liked very flat to roll up underneath her silk scarf covered head.

The third pillow? Oh that sweet third pillow. The third was her cuddle buddy. The third was her replacement Spock. Though she would never tell him because he was her professor after all, nothing more or less…but still she would often cuddle with that pillow until she fell asleep. And much to her dismay her hand would often sleepily run under the pillow's thin case from its tippy top of its faux chest-like height right on down to the pillow's mock abs….and sometimes even lower. Sometimes her dreams even less vivid than the night before but that didn't deterrent her sleepy imagination from working itself into a tizzy.

But tonight's dreamy Spock's breath drew in sharply causing Nyota's eyes to pop open.

Red Alert.

This wasn't a drill.

She untangled her hand from his sheets and his boxers, words catching and stopping upon her tired tongue. She wasn't dreaming her regular dream, oh no. This was very real and he was right next to her. The night's events suddenly decided to flood her fuzzy memory. It was there after curfew that a very drunk Nyota insisted on inviting herself into Spock's quarters only because it was closer to the bar than her own quarters to sleep off Scotty's Whiskey made in the ancient year of 2015.

Damn you Scotty.

But however very logical she had insisted, very logical indeed. Even more memories of drunken her self, tugging a very reluctant Spock into his own bed with her assaulted her senses.

Nyota's shyly let her eyes met with Spock's very dark ones. There wasn't much light in his quarters but his eyes seemed all that much darker. She half expected him to lecture her on the improprieties of an Officer fraternizing with a cadet. But she knew he wasn't going to do no such thing once he seemed to breathe her in. His eyes flittering down to her lips before returning to her eyes. She swore he had licked his lips.

"Again Nyota." He murmured, his voice heavy and deep, almost as frantic as her thoughts.

Her hand slowly slid down the warm plains of his abs. Lower and lower until she felt the heat of his attraction and desire for her.

"Yes!" She hissed as Spock rolled his body onto hers.

Nyota had three pillows.

But tonight those three pillows no longer existed.