Author's Note: So this is another One-Shot...I don't know if I will add more but as of today I only had to get this off my brain and onto here..I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Attention: LEMONS ahead.

Unleashed

The blinds are down and Nyota can feel the long day in her bones, she is fairly tired but she won't go to bed yet because she hasn't seen Spock in private today and that is unacceptable.

She had thrown him longing glances the whole day on the bridge and he'd managed to miss every last one of them.

Their relationship was new and she knows well that he has to settle into it and get comfortable with having someone so close to him.

But she had waited a month, lived on the occasional kiss and embrace and today had sent her slightly over the edge. All she wanted was a kiss in passing, they could have slipped into one of the technical rooms or the turbolift or whatever but he did not even try to pick up on her hints. And now she paces through his living room, letting her fingers glide over the white fabric of his couch and waits for him to finish his shift and finally give her that kiss he owes her.

She has poured Californian wine into two crystal glasses that sit waiting on the table and she allows herself to rest her tired body on the soft sofa and takes a sip of hers.

She just closes her eyes for a moment and her head falls into her neck and despite her best intentions, she quickly drifts off into sleep.

-oOo-

When Spock enters his accommodations he senses her presence before seeing her, her scent fills the air and leaves a trail into his living room where he finds her sound asleep on his couch, he also notices the two glasses of wine on the table and quickly recalls that they were not set to meet in private tonight and that she must have planned to surprise him.

He smiles at her consideration and also at the fact that her tiring shift had taken its toll on her, he'd seen her on her feet for the better part of the last two days, spending every waking moment translating transmissions on the bridge. She is always so eager and hard-working and after doing her best on duty all day, she still wants to spent time with him.

Logically, it would have been best for her to go straight to bed but Spock was human enough to process that seeing each other seems like a way better prospect than getting well deserved rest.

She looks so peaceful and beautiful in her sleep, her hair freed from her usual high ponytail, falling like a soft river down her shoulders, and once again his Vulcan side and his Human one are at battle.

It would be wise to let her sleep, tuck her in and leave her so she can work admirably in the morning but he also wants to see her awake after not having a private moment with her all day.

Unable to make a decision, he simply sits beside her and waits to see if she wakes up herself or stays asleep.

She doesn't stir.

He smiles again and tucks one stray strand of hair back behind her ears. Bringing his hand back, he can't stop himself from letting it trail gently down her exquisite face, starting on her temple and going down to her jaw and feel the soft, warm skin with his sensitive fingertips. She is by all means esthetically pleasing to the highest degree, her features nearly symmetrical with a delicate and feminine bone structure that is obviously attractive to everyone who sets eyes on her and a pang of pride hits him, thinking that she is his, has choses him to be her companion.

Suddenly she shifts her body and her face twitches up to a smile and Spock hurries to remove his index finger from her temple, he had initiated a mind-melt without properly realizing it and woken her up.

She finally opens her eyes and glances groggily up at him with the most bright smile.

"I am yours", she says, referring to his thoughts he shared with her.

He smiles back at her and for a while they just look at each other.

"How long have I been asleep?", she asks eventually, stretching limbs beside him.

"I got here five minutes ago and you were sound asleep", he answers her accurately, "I was surprised to find you here, pleasantly surprised, though"

"I just wanted to see you before I went to bed", she says and then sheepishly adds, "and to get that kiss you've been denying me the whole day"

Spock is puzzled at that remark.

"I was not aware that you wanted me to do such thing", he is quick to reply, "I'm sorry if I missed your advances"

Nyota laughs quietly and brisk and brings her hand up to cup his face.

"It's okay", she nods, still smiling, "you can make it up to me"

-oOo-

Nyota hadn't planned to fall asleep but now that he's here, she wants to get what she came for.

Still cupping his face she sits up to be level with him and slowly leans in to kiss his, at first ever so unresponsive lips. It always takes a second, as if he has to remind himself how to kiss back but when he does, she can feel the same urgency for intimacy that rages in her, just that she is acting on it openly and he is constantly holding it back. He places his hands weightlessly on her back but she can feel again, how he is not truly emerging himself into their interaction and she frowns in mild and familiar frustration.

Spock of course notices and breaks away from her lips.

"What's the matter, Nyota?", he asks anxiously, "Is something not to your satisfaction"

"Spock", she replies patiently, "I want to show you something"

And with that she rises and holds his hand to make him stand before her. She looks up to find his slightly confused expression.

"I like kissing you", she starts out fresh, trying to find the right words so he will understand what she is trying to tell him.

"I find it highly pleasurable, too", he reassures and she has to smile again before she is able to continue.

"But sometimes I find myself wishing very hard that there was a little more...um...passion", she confesses and searches his eyes to find them empty.

She frowns again and bites her lip, she had known that this was going to be hard. But she has an idea and quickly pulls his hand up to her temple and shoots him a stern look.

"Look inside of me", she pleads him and concentrates hard on the image that has engraved itself into the very fabric of her brain, him, pulling her closer, ripping on her clothes, she desperate to get a better grip on him to be even nearer to him and the two of them united in a heated, rough, embrace, not able to satisfy their lust for one another. All the while she tries hard not to mingle these images with her other fantasies about them, her lips all over his body, his mouth exploring hers, looking up into his dark eyes as he thrusts into her. No...these thoughts she has to keep to herself, she does not want to push him.

She looks up at his closed eyes and he gasps before parting their connection, letting his arm drop to his side before opening his lids again. He gazes down at her and the darker shade and hungry look make Nyota's knees weak.

"I'm afraid I have never participated in actions of that kind", he almost whispers, "I might not be able to fulfill your expectations in me"

"That's not possible", Nyota says, her heart thudding like a hummingbirds wings as she steps closer to him, so that the tip of her nose almost touches his collar bone and then she rises to the tip of her toes and has his bare neck before her lips.

Wrapping her arms around him, she starts nibbling on his skin and feels his arms closing around her, but lightly.

"Closer", she whispers and he obliges, pulling her in as she continues kissing the touch-sensitive part leading from his Trapeziums muscle to his earlobe, carefully monitoring his increasing frequency and depth of breathing, "you can pull me as close as you want, don't hold back"

That's when she feels his head snapping down onto her shoulder and feels his fingernails digging into her upper back and waist as he presses himself close against her.

She arches against him and reveals more of her own neck to him, hoping he will get the hint.

And, oh, he does, mimicking her motions, her kisses on his neck as he lightly places his lips on her skin and ever so slowly starts to taste her, first almost clumsily and then more forcefully, hungrily until she can feel his teeth graze her and finally bite while he still clenches her tightly.

She can't manage a proper kiss now and let's her mouth drop open in a moan as she's clasping his hair and back frantically.

It's like her fantasy unfolds in front of her, only that his real touch is so much better than any vision of it could ever grasp.

His tongue has replaced his teeth and he slows down a bit to which she reacts quickly, biting him herself playfully.

"Don't stop", she orders and shivers as he complies.

Confident that she can lift him to the next level now, she puts a trail of pecks from his earlobe to the corner of his mouth until his lips finally find hers.

She kisses him multiple times and just when he pushes back enough, she pushes her tongue carefully forward to part his lips and he grants her entry and for the first time they're kissing tongue to tongue and she is surprised that he knows what he is doing, twirling his tongue around hers, igniting her body into sweet flames.

She hardly notices at first but as she almost stumbles backwards, she realizes that Spock is guiding her away from the sofa. She does not know if he is aware of what he is doing but she doesn't really care as she hits the far wall with her arched back and feels his weight pressing up against her.

He's pushing her into the wall and she is glad for the support.

His right hand has found the wall behind her and his left is clutching her hip where there is no space between their groins and she moans triumphantly into his mouth as she can feel him harden against her.

He releases her mouth and continues to lick and bite her neck, seemingly oblivious to anything else and finally drenched in the sensuality of their actions and she moves on pure lust, placing her hands on his bottom, pulling him towards her and shifting her hip upwards to feel him where she desired him so many sleepless nights.

His groan is electrifying and she is panting helplessly, she is going to explode soon.

And then he gently pulls away, just his upper body though, their lower bodies stay pushed against the other and their ragged breaths move them up and down, causing torturing friction.

She looks at him with an odd mix of irritation at his pausing and blatant lust.

"If it is your desire, you can stay with me tonight", he breathes and she does not miss the significance of his words.

She nods breathlessly and takes her turn of guiding him through the room, into another and onto a king-sized bed.

-oOo-

Spock feels like she is everywhere and still he doesn't have enough. Just seeing the images she'd showed him before, him blindly grabbing her, feeling her exhilaration and excitement at the thought and seeing a glimpse of what further actions she had imagined to take place between them, he'd felt overwhelmed by his human side, his human sexuality which was soon enough joined by his Vulcan thrive to mark her as his own, biting her, claiming her. It feels liberating, he is not holding back anymore, he is satisfying himself, feasting on her body with such intensity he gets a sense of how much of his human emotions he's buried inside of him and now a very human urge pushes to the forefront of his desires. He had never felt it so demandingly but then they had never went so far in their interaction before. He hadn't been opposing to it ever, he just didn't have an idea how to initiate it. Now that Nyota did, he feels like she has set a beast free that wants nothing more than to consume her, rip off her clothes and discard all reason and logic.

Spock is now, different from usually, more human than Vulcan and he clasps her thighs frantically as she hoists herself on top of him.

Nyota makes quick work of undressing, removing her uniform-dress swiftly and after that pulling his own shirt over his head and he can feel her eyes on his bare chest, she leans down and kisses him, while fiddling with his trousers which gives him the opportunity to open her bra and get his hands on her breasts.

He doesn't have any previous first-hand experience of intercourse but he trusts his instincts and she responds with a deep moan as he touches her.

He, himself moans as she unbuttons his pants and closes her hot hand around his sex that is hardening even further in her grip.

He brings his hips up and Nyota understands quickly, making her way down his body to pull down his pants and throw them off the bed for good. He watches her with hungry eyes as she takes off her thong and throws it to the now unnecessary pile of clothes on the floor.

Like a tiger, she gracefully crawls towards him, lowering her head to kiss his thighs and then his throbbing member.

His eyes roll back into his head and he groans with pleasure. Nothing has ever, ever felt this good and he finds it hard to even hold on to a single thought but then her mouth disappears and he wants to protest, opening his eyes to find her towering over him, with an almost timid look on her face.

She bends down to him and whispers close to his ear: "Can I go on?"

"Please...please Nyota", is all he can utter and she rises again, placing her hands on his chest.

She shoots him a last shy smile before lowering her hips onto him, inserting herself with him and with her loud and animalistic growl as he fills her up, all awareness is finally disposed off and Spock's mind goes completely blank.

He claims her his now. Fully.

-oOo-

Nyota's thighs still burn, still ache for him but he has already fallen asleep holding her in his arms and now she can smell their love in the air and her body trembles just remembering what they did. She is not really surprised but she hadn't anticipated the things he did, when he finally unleashed his passion, he was still her Spock but tonight she had made the acquaintance of another side of him, a side she throughly enjoyed. She loved how she could feel the second he had set himself free; how his demeanor changed, how his before restrained hands where suddenly all over her and his calm eyes became black with lust.

She shivers pleasantly as she remembers the look on his face and the sounds he made when he reached his climax, driving his fingernails into her flesh and looking as though he was going to pass out, his lips trembling and his limb's tremors as he came inside of her.

And then her own raging orgasm as he lay on top of her, freeing her of the year old anticipation, of all the nights she had touched herself imagining it were his hands caressing her...she is beaming.

This was the best night of my life, she thinks and snuggles closer to him and drenched and satisfied, she finally falls asleep.

Thoughts?