Author's note: This is my first dead-serious story ever. I actually have chapters written out, and if all goes well, I'll be posting them. I'm currently looking for a Beta – and am too lazy to go through the list – so if you are one, or wouldn't mind going over my stuff, message me. (8 I hope you guys enjoy this, because honestly, there is never too much sexy-Spock-time; especially with Zachary Quinto, yum!

Oh, and obviously, I don't own Star Trek, at all. Damn.

Warnings: Bad influence on students trying to concentrate, graphic sex, coarse language.

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If her mother could see her now, how she could laugh. As it is, the woman was probably rolling around in the grave. She never wanted to become even a fraction like her mother: a lusty tramp. Yet, here she was, in a class she didn't technically really need to have for graduation, as it was not her major, salivating over a teacher that was far out of her reach…literally, and figuratively. She was in the back – thank god – surrounded by a row of sleeping students, hidden by the alert ones in the rows in front of her. Personally, she had no idea why she found him as attractive as she did. By anyone's standards the Commander was a fine, very fine, male specimen that should be appreciated, at the very least, from afar. This was unfortunately what every woman who dreamed of getting into his personal life, or really, his pants, had to do. Fantasizing was not something Katy did often, especially in public; but her gaze was firmly glued to his subtly walking figure, and she couldn't help but notice a few crucial minor details: like, if he walked at a certain angle, there was an extraordinary view for the firm curve of his rear.

If one was lucky enough, at this angle, you could also drool over the spot between his legs, that like most men, always had the tiniest tent from the pants itself (though most just preferred to think of it as a slow growing arousal, that would continue if they kept on staring, however false this has come to be). Her gaze drifted to his long legs, which easily dwarfed her, and an exceptional amount of others, men and women. She almost swooned when he stopped moving, his body turned slightly in such a way that it pulled the material taught, smoothing over the lines of his thigh briefly – she could almost imagine how easy it would be to see it flex, if she was only closer.

Spock's voice washed over her like warm chocolate, a soothing, but also erotic, lull to her frantic mind. As she continued staring, not even half-way paying attention to what he was saying; only drinking in the sound, so that she could remember it forever. Her mind began wandering without her permission, and soon, she was off in la-la land, listening to the even, deep, and rich voice of his.

*

"Cadet Hale, would you please remain?"

Class had ended, and people where starting to leave, but even through that dull roar, she could distinctly hear his voice. Classic scenario set-up? Maybe, but she wasn't about to complain if it was. She offered him a small smile, nodded her head and halted her movements; only a few feet from the door it was easy to turn to face his desk. "Of course."

It didn't take very long for the others to leave, and pretty soon they were the only ones left in the big lecture room. Spock was sitting immaculately at his desk, though his back was still as straight as ever, currently staring at one of his glowing PADD's. Even in such a professional atmosphere, concentrating on his work, he still looked completely delectable. It took all the will-power she had not to immediately drop to her knees, and beg to suck his cock. At the thought she couldn't help but lick her lips briefly, before getting her mind out of the gutter…mostly. "What is it, sir?"

He closed out of his programs and turned in the chair, his head inkling slightly to show his disapproval. If possible, he straightened up even more, indicating this was 'serious'. "You were not focusing on the lesson at hand – again." A brief and small frown tugged at the corner of his mouth for a fraction of a second, before it was gone. She felt her heart race like some silly high school girl with a crush, to get even that much of a reaction out of him.

"You did, however, seem almost alarmingly focused on my person. Would you care to explain the reason for this behavior?" She resisted the urge to sigh; why should she assume things would go the way she wanted, and invisioned? Spock may be half human, but he was also Vulcan, and as such, probably wouldn't act on any desire out-right without influence, if at all. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she steeled courage from some unseen part of her mind, and nodded. "Actually, I would love to explain it…you see, I'm not sure on much you know of human biology," She paused, and could see a little twitch in his mouth that indicated a brief moment of smugness; he obviously knew quite a lot, which she never doubted. "..but when I listen to you speak, and see you move, I get incredibly wet, right between my thighs." She purred boldly, but didn't move toward him just yet, still intent on gauging his reactions; it was one thing to come onto a teacher who wanted you, but another entirely, onto one who clearly did not.

Her answer seemed to have startled him, though, the faintest tint of green sweeping across his face. That, combined with a small shake of his fingers led her to believe that either he was disturbed by this, or…nervous? Perhaps. It was always hard to tell when it came to him. "Then it would be wise to see a transfer out to avoid unwanted sexual responses." He sounded much more confident then he appeared, like he was trying to keep himself in check. Taking it was a good sign she rounded the round corner of his desk, which immediately put him on the defensive.

"It is not unwanted, Spock." She didn't miss the way he shivered slightly as his name fell from her mouth, and hung in the air between them. He looked as though he was going to protest, so she stopped him in the best way she knew how at the moment – by leaning over swiftly to hotly drag her tongue across the shell of his ear, which shot a wave of desire to the apex of her thighs which pooled. She knew even about Vulcans to know why they avoided unneeded contact; he'd be able to feel her want, and perhaps even pick up lone words in her head if things got heated enough. "I want you to fuck me," Her voice was deathly close to whining, though it was soft and cool against his ear. That, and the stress of having to hold whatever was building inside of him back seemed to make him snap his careful control.

She didn't even have time to breathe before his strong, hot hands grabbed her, and she was placed on his desk. The clear sound of things hitting the floor, and the sheer shock of it all made her gasp lightly. Suddenly his body covered her own, almost feverishly; he was poised perfectly between her thighs, feet not even close to touching the floor. Something prominent, pulsing and hard, pressed completely onto her aching core. She had never been so thankful for the short skirts they had to wear, and it was already pushing up her thighs greatly, giving him better access to be as close as possible. She had suspected he would be awkward and uncertain, but this was not the case.

His hands covered her expertly; one blazing over a breast, and the other, going down to the slope of her ass. "Commander…!" Katy didn't know what she had wanted to say, but he was obviously beyond talking, seeing how his mouth slanted over hers quickly, and silenced her deliciously with his lips and tongue. If she hadn't been humming with tangible desire before, she sure was now. Spock swallowed her light, needy moan like a starved man, and in response, ground his hips onto hers. On their own accord, her hips pushed back against his, and he had to break their fierce kiss to groan. She didn't miss how their eyes both seemed momentarily transfixed on the tiny string of saliva that stretched between their mouths, and broke soundlessly. With blinding accuracy and speed he hiked up her skirt further, letting it lie along her hips, and used the hand on her rear to pull her forward more.

The hand fondling her breast moved down her stomach and rested on her thighs, willing her legs apart with a small amount of pressure that was well-received. She complied, breath hitching sharply as the regulated air conditioning hit her burning sex. While keeping his gaze firmly on her – something that made her drunk with more lust – he nestled between her legs to pull off her panties with his teeth. About halfway down, there was a slight vibration against her thigh. Katy realized it had been a chuckle when he was pulling the garment off her feet, letting a hand ghost over her calves. Her panties were hooked between his teeth on the thin strap, a rather amused and intrigued expression etching onto his normally stoic features. Using his tongue he gently pried his teeth open, allowing the material to fall into an awaiting hand. "I believe these are, quite clearly, not regulation to a Starfleet uniform."

Katy squirmed, and attempted to push her thighs together to create friction, but he did not allow her to do so, placing himself promptly in the way. "Then punish me later, not now." She was breathing heavily, flushed pink with her intense want for him. Setting aside her panties, where she didn't attempt to follow, and pressed her legs further apart with both of his hands; he dipped down, ready to place an open-mouthed kiss on her exposed clitoris – with tongue, even…

*

"Cadet…Cadet, class has ended."

"Yes—wait, what?" Her face burned hot with a blush, and was sure it had been there the majority of the time, but now, it was mixed with dominant embarrassment, rather than desire.

Katy registered the obvious look of disapproval from Spock, and shot up in her chair, realization sinking in. "Sorry sir," Her voice was low, and fast, but it was the least she could do. She didn't allow him to say any more, quickly gathering her things and slipping out the door with the remaining small flurry of students who didn't bolt as soon as time was up. Thankfully he didn't try to say anything more, though a slanted brow was high on his forehead, genuinely surprised, stunned, and even a little curious as to what would cause her – or any other student – to act in such a manner.