Star Date: 35675.3

Location: On board the U.S.S. Enterprise

It was the day before a rather important mission. I could remember sitting there, swiveling back and forth in my large chair, eyes locked on the screen. Moments before Sulu had informed me that we had a mere twenty-seven hours until we were close enough to teleport down onto the planet. Star Fleet had assigned us here, for reasons unknown. They didn't know what was down there, as we didn't either. Spock was picking up nothing from the science station, and Uhura couldn't pick up any noise either. Though we were still an earths day away, I was anxious to get there, and then get back. After this mission, myself and Spock, and the rest of the Enterprise crew, were on shore leave. Why, you may ask? Well, Spock and myself were getting hitched. Both on Earth, and on Vulcan. I was more nervous for that then this mission. My fingers flicked across the arms of the chair, tapping lightly. Very slowly, my eyes turned toward my First Officer.

He was bent over his station, agile fingers working magic on the machine. I could make out the tip of his ears, even though he was bent over. His hair was perfect, his uniform was perfect, hell, everything about Spock was perfect. Why wouldn't they be? He was half Vulcan, and in that sense, he had the unnatural talent to be the most perfect thing on board this ship, aside from me of course. My eyes ranked over his form, taking in the sight. A slow, fluid smirk moved over my features, and very carefully, I let some emotions run over the bond that had formed after the first time we had had sex. My eyes stayed locked on my First Officer, and, though others may not catch it, his back stiffened, and his fingers missed a beat.

: Captain, could you please refrain from doing such things whilst we are in the bridge? It is highly unprofessional, and is distracting to your job. I do advise you focus on our current mission, not something else : I heard Spock's voice clear in my head, and had to suppress a chuckle.

: Aww. Come on Spock! We have almost a full day to jack around before we have to go on the mission fully. Why not take a break from work and come back to my cabin? We can have some fun time together! :

: Captain, I have work I must do, as do you. Please, focus on that and not your lower anatomy. :

Irritation struck me quickly, and I could tell he felt it, seeing as he looked over his shoulder. Spock's eyebrow slowly rose, staring toward me with those cool, brown eyes. With a cocky smirk, I stood, putting my hands delicately on my hips. I could already feel four sets of eyes on me, not counting Spock's. Clearing my throat, I easily announced that myself and Spock were going to go on leave until we reached the planet. Scotty was to be in charge, and McCoy was going to be in charge of the Science division, even though he hated that station more than anything else. Spock stared toward me, and though no one else would pick up on it, I saw the small pang of anger in his eyes. He slowly stood, walking toward the turbo lift and waiting patiently till I got in as well before saying that we needed to drop down to the third level, the level with chambers.

It took only a few minutes for us to make it to my chamber. We hardly ever went to Spock's, mainly because the Vulcan loved to keep everything neat and organized in a precise manor. My room… Well, I had clothes lying about, books out, some other things. I wasn't worried about keeping my room clean. It just wasn't in me. Spock arched a brow, leaning and picking up a few of the clothing articles before dropping them into a laundry bin. He turned to face me, ready to go into a lecture, but stopped, instead eyeing me quietly. I didn't know what made him stop, maybe it was the cocky way I always leaned against the wall when I was watching him grow irritated with me. For some reason, it amused me. I could feel him get a confused feeling, but it quickly was masked over, the bond only getting hints of the emotion.

"Captain, what are yo-"

I interjected. "Jim."

"… Jim, what are you doing? We should be working on the bridge to ensure everything goes fluidly. Not down in the chambers." Spock stated, obviously trying to logic his way out of things again.

I pushed myself from the wall, using my back to do so, and walked toward my Vulcan lover. My hand lifted, index and pointer finger out, the rest curled up. I'd learned a lot form Spock while I was becoming his lover. Such things as Vulcan hands are sacred to them. It's like their most sensitive part of their body or something. My eyes lightened some, as I watched him flick his gaze down toward my hand, before easily moving his own. He curled his index and middle against mine, and I curled mine back, the Vulcan equivalent to a kiss. Without a second though, I stepped forward, and my lips met his. He stood stiff for a few seconds, before slowly moving to press back, his lips soft against mine.

My free hand quickly moved to rest on his cheek, as if cradling it. His found it's way up along my chest, resting on my shoulder. Within moments, the kiss became heated, a mass of tongues and teeth. Our hands had shifted to interlacing fingers, holding tight, my thumb caressing his hand. I felt our bond strengthening, and instinctively sent over all the emotions I could muster. //Love. Trust. Joy. Lust. Longing.// Spock pulled back, breathing in soft pants, where as I was panting hard. He lifted chocolate eyes to mine, and stared, the hand on my shoulder shifting up toward my throat, petting along the flesh.

I carefully pushed my body against his, forcing him to back up. He did so without question, eyes trusting. His legs hit the bed, and he had no choice but to fall back on it, or risk bruising his legs. I quickly followed suit, crawling over him and pressing my lips firmly to his once more. Again, we were a mass of tongues and teeth, fighting for dominance. I let the occasional moan slip from my throat into the kiss, my cock hardening quickly in my pants. Said pants felt far too tight on my half, and I was sure Spock was the same way.

My fingers easily moved to slowly push up the Star Fleet issue blue science division uniform. Thought it was just a small bit of exposed skin, I felt as if it meant the world. My fingers lightly played over the soft skin of the Vulcan, drawing tiny circles over the flesh. Our lips parted again, both now breathing heavy. His eyes fell half-lidded, mine probably mimicking. Our hands never parted, holding tightly to each other. I felt the bond being brushed, and instinctively did the same, leaning to lightly kiss along his jaw, causing my Vulcan lover to let out a moan of pleasure.

I carefully detached my hand from his, causing Spock to almost growl at the feel. I smiled almost smugly toward him. So he was wanting this as much as I was. With easy, I started to push his shirt from him, lifting it and kissing feather like along his stomach, following the trail. I left nips and kisses, licks, along my way. Spock writhed under me, arching a bit and panting. His shirt was gone moments later, and I momentarily got distracted, allowing my lips to locate his nipple, licking and nipping the flesh.

My eyes softened lightly as I moved up to lightly kiss him, eyes soft. Spock reached up, winding his arms lightly around my neck. He kissed back, eyes closing softly. My mind reeled some from the pleasure. The man who had slept with countless women, could roll over backwards and take anything just to be able to sleep with his Vulcan. I felt the hands shift from my neck, moving to lightly press against the Meld Points on my head.

Instantly, my eyes were locked on his, and I felt my mind invaded. I groaned, pleasure over riding my system. My head ducked somewhat over his, forehead touching. He panted, moaning as well. We laid like that, for about ten minutes, groaning and passing messages to each other. His eyes flitted open for a few seconds, before closing again. His fingers moved, my mind working. I leaned and kissed him again, and we were in a fit of kissing. Our clothes slowly moved off our bodies, and our flesh touching. I shivered at the feel of warmth.

Very slowly, Spock turned us to where I was on my back, him above me. He leaned, lightly capturing my lips again. I let a small groan slip from me, and before I knew it, he was pushing into me. My back arched, the sensation of his cock filling me causing a groan to escape me, through our kiss. His eyes bore into me, I could feel them, though mine were clearly closed. It took him only a few moments to push all the way into me, and my eyes opened, trusting, clear as the sky on earth. Spock stared down at me, eyes light, before leaning and lightly interlacing his hands with mine. We both shivered at the feel.

Spock started to move, rocking deep into me. It took him just a few thrusts before he found the spot in me that made me cry out in pleasure. I arched my back, moaning and writhing under him. His eyes found mine, and he leaned, lightly kissing me once more. He rocked within me, stimulating me, him, us. My eyes fluttered closed, and I moaned with each thrust, rocking back against him. One hand moved, locating the meld points, holding to me there as well, causing the stimulation to just increase. And fuck, I loved it.

//Love. Lust. Trust. Intense. Pleasure.//

He thrust harder, deeper.

//Pleasure. Pleasure.//

: Jim! Oh, my T'Hy'La! :

: Oh gods, Spock! Please! I can't hold much longer! :

Spock thrust faster, and I lost it. I cried out his name as I arched up, cumming against both of our bodies. Spock groaned, following suit, eyes closing as he breathed out my name. He collapsed over me, our bodies pressed together. My eyes opened slowly, taking in the sight of the side of Spock's head. I shifted, lightly kissing his ear. He shivered at the feel, before slowly pulling out and lying beside me. I shifted to hold around his waist, his arms moving around my shoulders again.

"I love you, Spock." I whispered, voice soft.

"As I do you, Jim. We must rest now, and prepare for our mission in the morning."

His face was stoic again, and I knew that Spock had just revealed as much emotion as he would in a long time. I shifted lightly, and kissed him once more, very gently, loving. He responded in the same gentle feel, before laying his head on the pillows. We curled up together, entangling our limbs, before slowly slipping to sleep, bodies perfectly matched.