It's hard to know when to stop him and the times she should let him in.

One such instance came after he came back from another excursion through the nebula to the uncharted planet where the last Enterprise met its fate. It was from the first excursion that he retrieve some of the personal effects that decorated his room. So when he presented her with the mud splattered, charred remains of her beloved bolian fern Nyota finds herself surprisingly touched by the gesture.

The purple plume like leaves are a ghost of themselves, more gray than anything but she loves that it survived and that he retrieved it. " Thank you."

He nodded and made light of the gesture. " Its presence would be disruptive if not potentially hazardous to the planet's lifeforms if it had remained on its surface. Despite its appearance, it is still very much alive."

Nyota brushed some of the caked dirt from the pot's side. " I'm glad you got it."

He stepped closer, gently running a finger over the tiny lavender fiddleheads buds nestled in the middle of the plant. " You were very diligent in its care."

Her eyes traced the movement of his hand as he checked over the fern's primary stipe, like a parent looking over a child's wound.

It had been the first gift he had given her, out of practicality as much as aesthetics as the purple mass of leaves was scientifically proven to heighten one's mood. She had accepted it gleefully, cupping the Vulcan piece of pottery the young sprout had been placed in and thanked him with quick peck on his cheek. It had been egregiously forward of her but Spock took her expression of gratitude almost as readily as she gave it.

Nyota had owned it since before they were even an item but saw it as a token of their unique bond to one another. Glancing up for his fingers she nervously licked her lips and asked now what she hadn't thought to inquire then. " I never asked why you chose this plant in particular to give me."

Spock continued to look over the plant as he answered her quietly. " In Bolian mythology, it is said that their council of creators wished to construct something whose beauty would instill the viewer with a sense of gratitude at simply being in its presence. They worried that such a beautiful thing would be hunted if it were an animal or coveted if it were a mineral so they place the enchantment inside a plant that no one cared to eat and thrived in even the most extreme of conditions. In this the council of creators gave the gift of beauty and thankfulness to the Bolian people."

Heat crept up her neck as Nyota cleared her throat with a humorless laugh. She certainly hadn't been expecting that answer. He was watching her now, waiting for her to reply when she dodged the discussion. " A crash landed constitution class starship would definitely classify as an extreme condition." she chortled.

" Verily." Spock agreed as a matter of fact with a small quirk to his lips. His hands slid down the pot against hers in a caress that made her flinch in surprise. Nyota would have nearly dropped the pot if he hadn't cupped his hands around hers.

Her breath hitched in her throat at the emotions that swept through her like a bustling gale. For all his calm demeanor, the feelings housed within him towards her felt like a rip current. The longer he touched her, the further off Nyota drifted, gasping softly every so often as the current that move them pulled her down and threatened to steal her consciousness. Everything of what he felt Nyota was laid bare in the palm of his hand.

The strength of it frightened them both but as vulnerable as they currently were with each other, neither of them would have it any other way.

Spock held her hands against the potted plant and rubbed his thumbs into the sides of her hands. " I sought to give you something that reflected my opinion of you. In all things Nyota, you give me pause."

Nyota's heart thrummed loudly in her ears as his fingers joined his thumbs in smoothing against the back of her hands. A drunken dizziness pooled inside her head as he came closer still, standing toe to toe with her, with the plant as they only barrier between them.

Flustered and somewhat reticent about her own longing, Nyota shook her head and gave another nervous laugh. " I...uhh. I don't know what to say. Thank you, you're too kind."

" The pleasure is indeed all mine, Nyota." he said softly, strumming his fingers. She became aware that his hand had gone from cupping hers to kissing them. Her lip trembled as that all too familiar headiness sank inside her like silk running slowly over her skin.

The heat at her neck washing over her face as he continued to watch her with a light blush of his own. " You keep on saying my name." she replied feebly.

" Because it pleases me to do so." The link between them vibrated with what felt like an audible hum as Spock blinked down at her face, staring away her lips before returning his gaze to her eyes. " Being in your presence has made me quite grateful. I am grieved that it took your absence to be reminded of that fact."

She dropped her gaze from his eyes and chewed the inside of her cheek as she remembered his proposed departure for Vulcan and the pain of abandonment therein. He stayed, that much was clear but the thought that he would still burned at her breast and clawed at her breath. Her heart lurch, unknowing of what to do or what to say.

Should she let him further in or protect herself a little while longer. Spock stood patiently, waiting for her inner discourse to see itself to a conclusion, still holding up her hands as they came to fully rest within his palms. In the privacy of her office, time past with a languid canter, streaming around them as they took hours to move an inch and speak a single word. " Thank you again, for coming after me, even while you were injured."

Spock shook his head slowly and lowered it to rest his forehead up against hers. His breath was noticeably warm against her lips in the cool air of the room and smelled faintly of tea. Her eyes slid shut at the scent, triggering memories long forgotten and more likely suppressed by her mind. Nyota clenched and willed herself to settle. Atune to her discord within her, the Vulcan kissing her hands salved the emotional chaff with a quiet confession.

" I have been foolish." he started, rubbing more intently at her hands. " I have spent so much of my life living the way others would have me. Very little of what I have done has ever been for myself, the needs of the many outway the needs of the few. That being said, when you were held captive, the thought of never again seeing you terrified me."

He paused to swallow down the emotion she felt surging within him and huffed quietly through his nose. " I witlessly thought my obligations to my people should have me away from those that know me best. I could not deny the lack of peace within me from the thought of my failure to them. My existence drove Nero to their demise-"

" That is not on you, Spock." she said firmly. His eyes met hers with a look of uncertainty and she shook her head at the expression. " It is not your fault."

" No matter where the fault lies, I feel the immense burden of it. In a means to relieve myself of it, I thought to go but I cannot leave. Out of all my many debts, I chose Starfleet and I chose you. I-"

" Spock. You don't owe me anything. Not like that, never like that. I wa...I need you to be with me because you want to, not because you feel a sense of obligation." she said earnestly. She tilted her chin and pressed her lips against his as she stood up on her toes.

Spock turned his head and kissed her more hungrily than she thought the sentiment warranted, chasing after her mouth as her feet fatigued and lowered back down to the ground. The heat of his hands around hers by now had her palms sweating against the dark glaze of the chipped ceramic pot as his pleasure from her unexpected kiss tingled at her skin. When she was finally able to pull away, Spock's hooded eyes were staring back at her fervently. Sliding her tongue against the roof of her mouth Nyota could taste the sweet spice of the tea she had smelled from him earlier. " I'm not trying to trap you in a relationship, Spock. You know that."

He nodded and slowly moved one hand to cup her bare elbow. " I was punishing myself for my people by denying myself the one thing, the one person, I truly wanted. Please know that."

As painful longing unlike anything Nyota had ever felt came racing towards her like a blow to the chest. She exhaled sharply with a stuttering breath and look back at him with wide eyes of disbelief. Spock looked away towards her door with his brows furrowed and slowly dropped his hands away from her. " I experience that...emotion every time I think of leaving you for them. I should not be so happy while they fight to claim a small piece of it for themselves but I cannot leave you."

He closed his eyes with his lashes fluttering against the pale skin of his face. " I cannot leave you, Nyota. I chose you. You give me pause."

Spock turned on his heels and left her standing in her office, clutching the plant which meant far more now to her than it previously did. She stared after his retreating form and her heart resumed from its own pausing.

She doesn't see them moving back in together or resuming most forms of physical intimacy anytime soon but Spock is grateful for every progressive step forward towards the relationship they both want to have.

So far things have been kept light and easy, games of chess after hours in the rec and long walks within the memorial garden and ship stock sphere. She admits she was hesitant at his every new suggestion for time spent together but with every successful outing Nyota feels the walls she erected to protect herself steadily eroding away and ushering her trust of Spock back into her life. The changes thereafter had been strikingly curative.

There are hours where Spock was remarkably resilient. Not a shadow of himself but the same handsome Vulcan whose dry wit and sensitivity were two of many charms. His eyes smiled easy and his gait returned to its smooth, even strides, without him being the wiser.

There were differences in Nyota as well. She found herself quick to laugh and more willing to tease him in the way she knew he enjoyed. Where she thought there would be strife and hardship, taking things slow has left them happier than they could last remember.

If they had really given thought to it, their relationship had always been under fire. From the start there had been the threat of being pegged with fraternization while she was still a cadet which later overlapped with Nero and Val-pak ( the destruction of Vulcan/Ah'rak).

Understandably Spock had been fraught with depression over his loses but he hadn't dealt with the grief head on. Still spiralling Nyota fought to get his bereavement under control when Khan came and Admiral Marcus turned the fleet upside down.

Their encounter with Krall actually help to put things more into perspective as to what really mattered to them both. As it had been Spock had sought to atone for sins that weren't his own by serving New Vulcan in any manner they would have him. Nyota had kept herself composed as he tried gently to engage the discussion with her but her insides had knotted and frozen her mind in place.

She needed to know what going to New Vulcan meant for both of them. Did he want to leave her behind or have her forfeit her commission? Was this the most unromantic proposal for marriage or was it the devastating break up that her heart had always feared?

She needed to know but she did not want to know. If the truth was that she wasn't enough, wasn't Vulcan enough to have their children, wasn't special enough to wait on their commission before going planetside to start a family, that she wasn't worth staying with because of all the hassle after everything that they had been through...that would cut her more than Spock could ever know, telepath or not.

Nyota had loved him with everything in her and loved him though her heart was reticent to trust him. Spock, in his duality continued to love her as well, with that terrifyingly brilliant maelstrom of emotions but the effects of stress and mental and emotional fatigued had taken their toll through it all.

What she had feared to be their end had turned into a curious new beginning. Shipless and stationside they along with countless others had to pick up the pieces of their life and friendships together. All too often space reminded them of its fickle nature and the small span of their lifetime. The opportunities to listen more, love harder and chase after that gave them purpose was brought into focus.

When all was said and done, Nyota wanted him and Spock wanted her and after their talk over the fern she felt strong enough to give it another try. Living aboard the neutral ground of Yorktown, and not Earth or New Vulcan, they were free to rest and recover and finally enjoy themselves.

Gratitude did not even begin to cover the thankfulness she bore at ease of her days. She was with him and her with her and she could finally find herself exhaling with a smile.

That was until Spock proposed to make dinner at her apartment. She mumbled her agreement as she fidgeted from one foot to the other. Fear of unknown expectations filled her as he eagerly made arrangements to go by the market and make a mix of their favorites dishes that very evening.

In the quiet of her living room Nyota anxiously went from preening in the mirror with practiced smiles to rearranging her kitchen utensils. When that wasn't enough she went to the restroom to relieve herself of the nervous gas plaguing her by popping a chalky chew down her throat and made a quick stop on the toilet.

As Nyota reemerged rubbing her freshly washed hands on her dress she groaned to herself. While her body felt better, her mind was still plagued with what ifs.

Would he ask to stay after dinner and have tea? Suggest a game of chess that ended up going late into the night? Or maybe he would ask to do something more intimate like spending the night?

Nyota groaned and cupped her face, sliding her hands around to cover her eyes before cursing herself for smudging her makeup. She half marched, half stumbled into the bathroom looking over her eyeliner with a hiss. Snatching her beauty bag she fished out an eye pencil and a makeup remover pad and went to work repairing her face.

As she dabbed the smudge clear of her temple she sighed down at the countertop.

She wasn't ready for sex! She was barely ready for the damned dinner together alone in her quarters! It was hard enough to hold back when his fingers would chance a brush against her own or when he went in to kiss her cheek, not to turn her head and hungrily meet his mouth.

Her heart was on the mend and she was just starting to trust Spock with it but having gone so long without him in her bed, Nyota's body was left with an itch she was fighting very, very hard not to scratch.

Just a whiff of him could send her middle fluttering while his deep, sonorous voice saying her name had Nyota eager to wrap her arms around him along with her legs.

She growled in feminine frustration at the injustice of it all and heard the pencil snap in her hand. She stare at the ruined stick in wide eyed shock as the sound of the door bell reached her.

" Oh crap!" she whispered loudly, rushing to fix her eye and stuff her makeup back into the small bag. " Coming!" she yelled over the running water of the faucet. At least I wish I was...she thought glumly.

She rushed out, nearly tripping over her automated vacuum and skid to a stop before the door. Smoothing her dress along her sides, Nyota took a deep breath and raised her hand to the door panel.

It slid open to reveal Spock looking tall and dapper, with heavy laden bags and changed from his uniform. God he looked so good in black.

" Nyota." She shivered at the sound of his voice but feigned as if she were cold.

" Spock! Phew it's cool in here! I didn't think to turn up the temperature beforehand! I'm sorry. Here let me do that now." she grinned coyly before turning away from him with a face that spoke of her embarrassment. As she adjusted the thermostat she silently chided herself as she mouth the words get yourself together woman.

Spock walked in slowly, looking around her home to observe the way she marked it as her own. His eyes came to rest on the Bolian fern, sitting happily in the sill of the window above the kitchen sink. It was recovering rapidly, already four of the ten fiddleheads had unfurled into light violet fronds.

A slight hint of a smile teased at the corners of his mouth as he continued his perusal and set the bags down on the countertop. " I find your decor quite agreeable. Why did you obtain the Betazoid emotive scroll?

Nyota turned her head to the soothing scene of a Betazoid's lake majora being stirred by the wind. " Oh that? A trader came by looking to scalp the visiting families when security threatened to shut him down. I bought this one after arguing for half an hour about the quality of it."

Spock hummed humorously as he unpacked his provisions. " I take it the trader was Tellerite?"

Nyota laughed along with him and ran her hand over her hair. She huffed as she felt a finger become snagged in a tangle midway down. She yanked it free with a wince and saw Spock staring after her.

She smiled sheepishly and answered him with forced laughter. " One in the same! I did get to argue another painting out of him though and they were both totally worth it."

Spock nodded and went back to looking at the food while Nyota sighed, sagging her shoulders. Pulling the cabinet open, Spock pulled out a cutting board and colander and went to work prepping the vegetables as he did on night's long past.

With a quick glance of the selection she figured that he had settled on zucchini lasagna for her and Plomeek soup for himself. She also caught sight of the small bar of chocolate and the bottle of Saurian brandy. She tried not to read anything into their presence other than their enjoyment but so often had they diverged into other activities after consuming said items.

" Would you please set the oven to 449.8 degrees Kelvin and set a pot on the stove to boil?" he asked. The words moved so casually from his mouth that Nyota was struck with a strange sense of deja vu. How many times had they made dinner like this? Ate and drank and then talked over dishes being washed? Countless time to her recollection but for him she knew he could spit out the exact amount to the very dishes they ate if given enough time to meditate on the expansive banks of his memory.

Nyota moved to do as he asked, shaking off the feeling of nostalgia as she retrieve a pot and filled it with water next to where he stood. As she waited, Nyota felt his eyes running over her dress. She glanced away from the faucet to his face but he was already back to mashing the massive, fleshy pods of plomeek in a bowl with the rest of the vegetables. " I do not recall seeing this particular dress."

She left the sink to turn itself off automatically and set the controls for both the stove top and oven. " It's new."

He hummed thoughtful and she felt his eyes assessing her once more as she bent at the waist and fetched the lasagna pan from the drawer below the oven range. " Its color is quite appealing."

She scoffed and set the pan down beside him as he sliced the squash in his hand lengthwise. " Are you sure it's the color you find appealing?"

He flinched with a hiss and cradled his hand to his chest. Nyota gasped and cursed under her breath as she noted the dark green liquid trailing down his fingers. " Ugh Spock, what are you doing?!"

He stared down blankly at his bleeding hand and back up to her angry face. " Apparently I am finding your dress color far too appealing to give my task due diligence."

She blew a raspberry from her pursed lips as she grabbed the nearest dishcloth and jammed it around his hand. " Far too appealing indeed. Hold this."

" It will pass." he assured her but did as he was told. She hurried to her bathroom and rummaged around the cabinets there, giving a quick noise of success as she palmed a roll of gauze in her hand and ran back to him. " Okay you fashion-loving lecher, lemme see what you did."

He opened his mouth to protest to her teasing when he snapped it shut and extended his towel wrapped hand towards her. Nyota nabbed it by the cloth and carefully revealed his finger. He would notice that she was avoiding touching his skin but she didn't want him to know how anxious she was and the reasons why. Tilting his hand back Nyota could see the small angled nick that he had cut into it. " It's not that bad. It's just a gusher."

" It is really no trouble at all. I was merely caught off guard." he groused as she moved him over towards the sink and washed his hand.

She shushed him and playfully bumped her hip against his. " You're just being all stubborn because you hate being nursed."

" It is a small cut, not a gusher as you so eloquently put it." he said sourly, making her laugh at his wounded pride.

" I don't care what you say Spock-kam, you are NOT bleeding all over our food." she smirked. His eyelids fluttered rapidly before stilling on her face.

He was quiet afterwards as she scratching the end of the gauze free and began to wrap it around his index finger. After she was nearly done before the silence started to unnerve her. " something on your mind?"

" It has been over two standard years since you last referred to me by the diminutive suffix kam." he said evenly. She coughed and gave a halfhearted shrug to her shoulders. " What? Just over two standard years? Not months, days and minutes?" Nyota asked, deflecting.

She felt his fingers twitch within the dishrag, no doubt itching to get a hold of her mind and thoughts. As much as she could she kept her mind vague for that very reason. She did not feel like sharing at the moment.

A smile pulled lightly at the corners of Spock's mouth as he tilted his head towards her. " Would you care for that information? I could do so now if you wish? Perhaps you were also like to hear of the last time you referred to me as a 'smart ass'? That would be far more easy to calculate as not much time has passed in you saying so."

Nyota snorted as she carefully tore the roll away with her teeth and smoothed the edge to bind to the rest of the wrap. He waited patiently as she inspected her work, blinking like a contented cat in the lap of its owner when she finally released his hand. " There all done." she cheered, placing the dishcloth in the kitchen's refresher.

Spock lifted his hand with a twist and hummed thoughtfully. " I am still experiencing a great deal of pain."

" Oh really?" she mocked, huffing through her nose with a smile.

Spock nodded sagely and extended his hand back in her direction. " I require further medical attention."

Nyota took his hand between her own and smirked at his antics. " And what kind of medical attention do you require."

" I believe a kiss is the standard form of treatment for this type of injury." he answered innocently.

" I thought it was merely a small cut?" she retorted still holding his hand.

" I am half human. A thorough regimen of affection is needed to make this cut, however small, all better." he quipped earnestly, pushing his hand towards her.

Nyota giggled with a low groan of amusement, holding his approaching hand at bay. " I can't believe the things you get away with saying sometimes if you 'don't lie'."

She bent her face towards his finger, looking up towards his face as he looked on with indifference she knew to be far from the truth. " You know this is unsanitary, right?"

" No medicine is without its risk." he said as if she were an actual nurse practitioner. She scoffed again and continued on.

Puckering her lips, Nyota planted a chaste kiss to the tip of his finger that was left exposed to the elements. At the touch press of her lips, Spock inhaled above her as if he had forgotten to breath.

Nyota lifted her head and gave him an incredulous look as she took in the rakish expression of his gaze. " Wait. Did I just do something dirty instead of sweet to you?"

His mouth moved awkwardly as he sought out another rebuttal. " There are a variety of interpretations for the act. I assure you that the kiss you administered was purely medicinal."

" Yeah, from my end you pervert." she mumbled pushing away his hand.

Nyota stepped over to her left and turned down the water on the stovetop. Spock came up behind her but kept his hands to himself as she did so, studying her body language as best he could. " I am sorry if I offended you. I was not expecting to be so...affected."

Nyota rolled her eyes and licked her lips as she folded her arms in front of her. " Whatever, Spock."

He came to her side and looked about the room in clear agitation. He ran his tongue quickly over the tip of his upper lip and slowly began to explain himself. " I felt you...as you kissed me. I was not prepared for what transferred between us."

Nyota swallowed nervously and as she stared down at the boiling water. " What exactly did you feel?"

Spock shifted and reached over to grab the bowl of mashed vegetables and slowly feed them into the rolling water. " It seems that we are of a similar emotional state." he answered, being evasive.

" You horny too?" she cackled, turning her head away. She didn't see him rubbing at the stubble along his jaw to try and hide his own embarrassment. " In a word, yes, you could call me amorous. Nervous as well."

Nyota watched the plomeek turn the water into a thick, purple sludge as it dispersed within the pot. Coming back to herself, she moved to the cabinet to spice the soup. Plomeek in itself was quite salty but very bland otherwise. She moved a few bottles around and pulled out a fresh ginger root as she knew Spock preferred his dressed with.

" What are you nervous about?" she asked, peeling the spicy tuber.

He turned his back and went back to the countertop near the neglected lasagna, preparing the green squash for layering. She heard him pop open the jar of marinara along with the tubs of cheeses.

" I am worried." he said quietly.

" Me too." she confessed, still fixing up the root. The sweet scent of it filled the air and calmed her stomach more than her previous trip to the bathroom.

" May I inquire as to what exactly?" he asked, pausing over his task.

Nyota grabbed the grater and ran the small cube of ginger over its surface above the pot. She bit her lip and confessed what she'd rather not say. " I'm not ready to have sex...despite what you felt."

" I sensed that as well. I assumed the juxtaposing desire for physical distance was a means of securing your emotional integrity." he nodded with his back still to her.

" Meaning…?"

" Meaning you did not want to act on impulse." He clarified. He was stacking the ingredients in the pan now with a little more attention than was necessary. He was probably talking more about himself than he was about her or rather he felt more burdened than she did to keep his distance.

Nyota took a deep breath and walked over to stand beside him as he assembled the lasagna. Putting her backside against the counter, she hooked her hands along the edge and watched him delicate spread the ricotta and mozzarella along the zucchini slices with a butter knife.

" What are you worried about Spock?" she asked, toeing at the kitchen tile.

His hands paused in their work and hovered over the pan before he withdrew them and planted both palm down on the counter's surface.

" I am concerned…" he croaked before pausing to neatly clear his throat. " I am concerned over making a regrettable gaffe as we take time to repair our association."

Nyota sighed with a humorless smile as she tilted her head back towards the ceiling. A single bead of sweat rolled down her neck as she thought over his answer. " You're worried about making a mistake while we're reconciling…"

" It is not something I can kiss and make all better." he said solemnly.

Nyota took in his crestfallen features and leaned in with her shoulder. " Hey, don't shut down on me. It's okay, everything will be okay."

" How can you be so certain?" he asked dolefully looking down at his bandaged finger. Nyota pushed her hair over her shoulder to keep it from spilling into the loaded pan below and rested her head against his arm. At this angle she couldn't see him but she knew he would take comfort in her choice to touch him. She heard him exhale and inhale with a vibrating rumble, deep within his throat. Yes, he very much liked that.

" We're both scared but we're also being proactive about it. The fear of hurting each other and our relationship is making us careful."

" Accept others with careful hands." Spock recited, quoting half of a Surak tenant with a firm nod. In spite of the heat of the kitchen and the growing warmth of the heater, Nyota turned her full body to embrace him. Spock eagerly spun around to greet her, gathering her up in his arms and nuzzling her face with a whiny hum. " Nyota."

She reached up to ruffle his hair, ignoring his irritated huff as she did so and threaded her fingers through the thick strands. " Worrying about what ifs will get us nowhere but stressed out."

She brushed over a spot behind his ear and felt him curl into the touch and press against her hand. " Indeed, it is illogical to worry." he drawled sleepily, turning his head as she scratched at his scalp.

" We just need to focus on us and take it one day at a time. Just focus on the present."

He grunted in agreement, his eyes now closed as she continued to fondly stroke his hair. " Very sound judgement, given our plomeek soup."

" Huh?" She paused her fingers.

" It is burning at present." He replied somewhat amused.

Nyota whipped her head around and clamored down out of his embrace with a curse. " Dammit!" she shouted, turning off the eye and stirring the pot.

She groaned, feeling the spoon grate against the vegetables caked down at the bottom. The rest of the soup that did move looked more like toxic waste from the warp conduits than it resembled food. It burbled up at her face with a wet, smokey pop and undulated from the heat trapped inside its mass.

" I don't know if I can save this." she confessed, spooning at the goop.

Spock looked over her shoulder and blinked down at the now indigo colored slime with his eyebrows lifting towards his fringe. " I will admit that I am not eager to see if it can be salvaged."

Nyota turned around to the half assembled lasagna and back to the pot of ruined soup. " Order out?"

Spock gave her a nod and pulled her forward with a hand at her waist. " I think that would be preferable. Rigelian?"

Nyota rested along his chest as Spock ran a hand leisurely up and down her back. " Happy stomach." she agreed in common class Rigelian.

" Happy heart." he replied with the customary comeback. As she went in for another kiss, Spock met her halfway, feeling the last of their anxiety burn away.

A/N: I don't know what I'm doing with this...I was drunk and needed them to be sweet and in love and now made a story with chapters LOL. I'm going to post 1 to 4 chapters for Between two suns tomorrow and/or Saturday. I'm also working on two shorts, one inspired by a chat with one of you readers and another requested by another lovey that I'm going to make into another Under Lok and Key story. I don't know how I'm going to have time for all of this LOL but I shall preserve because I love you all and I love these two nutterbutters too. Shit I just remembered I have two other gifts...yeah I'm working on those too LOL ( one's a K/U so I'm sure no one is here for that LOL) Hit me up if you have a request anyways and it might make it into one of the million stories or as always request one and I shall time my best in making it into something fun to read. Thank you for all the favorites, reviews ( I love those) and the pms, I love talking with you guys. Peace out, LLAP