Lt. Nyota Uhura awakened slowly; something wasn't right but it wasn't wrong either. Trying to place the sensation, she shifted and became aware of a warm body next to hers. "Spock?" she whispered. An arm snaked over her and she felt him nod against her skin.
"I felt the need to see you, although…" his voice changed slightly, "I did not wish to disturb your rest."
Rolling over, she pressed closer to him. "You never disturb me." Realizing the time, she frowned, "Aren't you still supposed to be on duty at the bridge?" She had set her alarm to wake her when he came off duty so that they could spend time together.
"The captain excused me for a time," he explained. "He understood. Today was the anniversary…" Spock's voice caught and broke. Nyota finally understood. One year ago today, Nero had destroyed Spock's home and murdered his mother.
"Oh, Spock," she hugged him tightly. "Its ok, sometimes to let your emotions show. It might help you to deal with your grief and move on." Feeling him start to tremble, almost unnoticeably, she added, "Let yourself be human. Be human to remember your mother."
Spock considered; it was illogical to allow himself to be consumed with grief and anger. But it was too late to stop himself now. With a sigh of release, he allowed the pain to break through his carefully constructed shield.
~*~
When he resurfaced after allowing his grief to recede to a more manageable level, Nyota was still holding him in her arms and crooning softly to him. Reaching up behind her, he brought her closer to his body and nuzzled into her shoulder. Planting soft kisses against her neck, he let his human instincts take priority. Nyota giggled but allowed him to continue his path of kisses up her neck, over her jaw and towards her lips. When he finally brought their lips to touch, he rolled, bringing Nyota under his body. Placing all his weight on his hands, Spock lowered his body until it was just barely touching hers. Nyota gasped and brought her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, feeling hard muscles beneath her fingertips. Spock continued to kiss her for a few minutes before pulling back. "I must return to the bridge," he told her, feeling his Vulcan mask slip back into place. As he stood up, Nyota groaned and tried to keep the whine out of her voice, "Spock! Do you really have to go now?"
Looking down at her, Spock allowed a full smirk to slide across his face before lifting an eyebrow and leaning down to whisper in her ear, "I will return in two hours. I promise." Nyota shivered at the sound of his soft and husky voice and the feel of his warm breath on her skin. He kissed her once more before quickly readjusting his uniform and heading back to the bridge. Nyota sighed regretfully; if that was the human side of Spock, she certainly hoped to see it more often!
AN This is my first Star Trek: 2009 story. It will be a series of drabbles based on the same theme. I own nothing. Please review!