Hi again. I want to thank everyone who reviews/favorited/alerted my story. I really appreciate it! This chapter has no M content in it. I tried to do a lovey-dovey romantic one :) I still don't own Star Trek.

On to the story.

"How did you start eating that anyway?" Uhura asked as Spock practically inhaled the vegetables and ice cream.

"I have told you the story many times before."

"Well tell me again."

"Very well. When I was a child I refused to eat vegetables, which is odd because they provide valuable nutrients in which I need to survive--"

She cut him off, "Spock! I know about food! Just continue."

"As I was saying, they provided important nutrients in which I needed to survive and I know I should have known that I could not sustain living on fruits alone so for me to dislike vegetables is completely illogical--"

She cut him off again, "Spo-ck! You are a horrible story teller."

"Are you going to continue to interrupt me?" he asked as they moved from the table to the couch.

"Sorry." She pretended to lock her lips and throw away the key.

"My mother had the brilliant idea. One day during dinner, she came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of vegetables and ice cream. She set the plate in front of me and told me to eat it. My father was absolutely disgusted. He began to yell at me and told me to stop being 'so human' and to just eat the 'damn vegetables' the proper way. My mother ignored him and encouraged me to try it. I took a bite and it tasted superb. As I got older I developed a taste for vegetables so I used the ice cream less but it is a refreshing treat to have every so often."

She looked at him. He returned her gaze.

"Are you finished?" she asked.

"Yes."

"The story wasn't as good as I remember it being."

Spock raised an eyebrow.

"Ha-ha I'm just kidding." She kidded as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I can remember a 'good' story." He said with a sinister tone.

"And what story would that be?"

"It was the night you barged into my room and confessed your attraction for me."

Uhura started to blush, "I don't know what you are talking about..."

He wasn't physically smirking, but she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was on the inside.

He asked with slight amusement, "Would you like to share it or shall I?"

She gasped, "You wouldn't!" as she buried her face into his chest.

"Your overreaction to this memory is illogical. If it did not occur, we would not be in a relationship."

"But still! It's so embarrassing!"

"The Starfleet Academy campus looks so much scarier a night," Uhura said out loud to herself, "Especially when you are kind of drunk." She started giggling like a mad-woman. The campus was deserted; there was not a soul in site. She glanced at her communicator for the time: 2:45 am. "Damn it's late."

There were street lamps scattered here and there but the area was relatively dark. Uhura was relieved when the building she was headed for was in her sight. The ground felt like it was moving and her head started spinning. She started to question if she was going to make it there. "Oh my God what if I passed out on the sidewalk and woke up to a crowd of people standing around me? How scary and weird would that be?!" she thought aloud. To keep her self occupied on her destination and not keeling over, she began counting her steps. She counted to 1,456 (or was it 4,651?) before she walked into the front door.

Bursting into a fit of giggles again, she lightly slapped the door and slurred, "That wasn't very nice. You are supposed to hold yourself open when you see a lady coming." She shook her finger at it before stumbling her way to the elevator and up to the 4th floor.

Approaching his door, she suddenly was having second thoughts. She was less than 10 feet away; it was now or never. She rang the doorbell. No answer.

"Maybe he's not here or maybe he's sleeping. Oh my god he's sleeping! What if I woke him up? This will be so awkward. I should just go now before I make a fool of myself." She was too busy having a mental conversation with herself that she didn't see or hear the door open.

"Cadet, is there something I can help you with?"

She jumped at the sound of his voice. She stood there in awe; Spock looked so handsome tonight. He was shirtless and wearing only a pair of comfortable brown pants. "He's shirtless! Oh my God he is so sexy!" She could not help but stare at his toned physique.

He cleared his throat then repeated himself, "Uhura, is there something I can help you with?" She looked into his eyes, obviously embarrassed she was caught checking him out.

She smiled, "I just stopped by to say hi." She pushed past him, walking into his apartment without being invited in. His apartment was relatively small; there was a living room with a couch and a computer in it, a bedroom, and a bathroom. It was also uncomfortably hot.

He shut the door and questioned, "May I inquire your reason for being here?"

She slurred and walked over to a mirror hanging on the wall, "I was at this dinner party and I decided I would rather be here."

He raised an eyebrow, unsure of how to respond, "Does that explain why you are dressed in formal attire?"

She nodded. Uhura was wearing a form-fitting, red, halter-neck dress. It reached her knees and she played up her toned legs by pairing it with some silver sandal heels. Her hair was out of its usual ponytail and cascaded down her back in loose curls.

Spock whole-heartedly approved of her attire. She looked stunning, in his opinion.

"Where was this dinner party?" He asked as he found a shirt to put on.

"Captain Pike held it at a ballroom in some hotel. Only about 20 cadets from here were there. The other half were from the academy in New York. Pike and his friend from New York threw it for the most promising students. They served a lot of wine. But before I came here I stopped at a bar." She answered. She felt a pang of disappointment as she watched him put his shirt back on.

That explains her interesting scent. Spock observed her slow heartbeat, dilated pupils, slurred speech and ungraceful jerky movements. He came to the conclusion she was intoxicated.

He said, "I noticed. Will you please tell me again why you came here?"

She suddenly found her reflection interesting. "I had something to tell you." She answered nervously.

"What is it?"

He sensed an acceleration in her heartbeat. Whatever she has to say, it must be important. She didn't answer the question; she was having an inner conflict. Should she tell him or should she just leave? He waited patiently for her to answer.

She turned to him, "I can't."

"It must have been important since you walked here in dangerous conditions to inform me."

She said, "You're right. It's taking me a lot of courage and alcohol to say this but," she walked over to him and got dangerously close, "I am in love with you."

The look of surprise was unmistakable on his normally blank face.

Uhura continued, "I am truly, madly, deeply in love with you. I have been since Phonology class. You're all I think about, dream about, breathe and live for. I have never met anyone as amazing or handsome as you. I love you. I can only hope you feel the same way about me too."

She looked at him with pleading eyes, waiting for a response.

Spock backed away from her slightly, "I am aware that you are inebriated and alcohol has a tendency to make humans say and do things they regret the next day. I believe confessing your attraction to me will fall into that category."

"No but it's true, Commander! I am head over heels in love with you. If I didn't tell you now then I would have regretted it forever. I adore you. I'm giving you my heart. Do you feel the same?"

He wanted to reach out, touch her cheek, and tell her he felt the same. But he knew what had to be done, "For an instructor to have an intimate relationship with a student is inappropriate and illogical."

Uhura gasped; she honestly didn't expect that answer. It was like a slap in the face. He didn't feel the same way. How could she have misread him? They joked, they hung out a lot, he treated her as an equal, and she thought he felt the same way too!

Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes as she said, "I'm sorry. I don't—I'll leave." She had to get out of there before a flood warning was to be issued. 'Never let them see you cry' was a motto she lived by her entire life. She turned away from him and headed for the door.

"I will escort you back to your dormitory."

"No I'll be fine." Her voice cracked and tears started to fall. She didn't want to be in his presence anymore. She had forever ruined their relationship and things could never go back to the way they were. She had embarrassed her self enough for one lifetime.

He hated himself for making her cry, "Please I must insist--"

"I will be okay." She interrupted him. Before he could say anything else she stumbled out the door and out of his life.

Spock wanted to go after her and make sure she got home safely, but all of the energy was drained from his body.

He trudged to bed, suddenly feeling very heavy, and replayed the 5 minute visit over and over in his head.

She loved him. She adored him. She thought he was handsome and amazing. She thinks about him. She even dreams about him.

Everything she felt for him, he felt for her times a million.

He loved her. He adored her. He thought she was gorgeous and amazing. He thinks about her, dreams about him, breathes and lives for her. His soul burns for her. But he didn't have to guts to admit any of it. He was ashamed of himself; a teacher should not be in love with a student. He tried to ignore the ache in his chest as he tried to push her words from his mind.

All he could think about was how much of an idiot he was for letting her walk away. Is logic a fault or a virtue? Currently, he hated the Vulcan side of himself. He was torn between what was right and what was easy.

The next day, Spock went to his office only to see a new assistant. On his desk were Uhura's resignation papers. The papers stated her reasons for leaving were personal time conflicts and she no longer felt she could benefit from the experience. He knew the real reason was heartbreak and embarrassment.

Uhura wanted to be a woman and apologize to him but she couldn't face him. Even though she was an independent, strong, intelligent woman, she still felt utterly mortified at what she'd done and decided it would be better off if she had no contact with her heart's keeper.

Spock decided he needed to talk to her. She was taking over his thoughts and making it hard for him to concentrate on anything. He found her sitting in the very back of the library. Even though her back was to him, he could recognize that ponytail a mile away. Her shoulders were slightly slumped and she was focused on a thick book.

He stood behind her and cleared his throat. She didn't have to turn around to see who it was, "Hi Commander."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm living. How are you doing?"

"I am well. Do you mind if I sit down?"

"No." she answered, not taking her eyes off the book.

He sat in the seat next to her. He stared at her not knowing what to say. She could feel his eyes burning into her. She looked up at him with sad eyes and apologized, "I'm really sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to put you in an awkward position."

"Your apology is accepted and unnecessary. I must inform you that I too am in love with you." He said it so matter-of-factly Uhura wasn't sure if he was joking. Surely Spock wouldn't joke about something like that though…

"You are?"

He stood up. "Yes I am and I have been since we became acquainted. I am aware it is wrong for us to be in a relationship now but it also feels wrong not to be."

He sensed her blood pressure drop, her heart accelerate and her breathing stop; for a moment he thought she was going to faint.

Instead of fainting, she threw herself into his arms and kissed him. Her kiss was delicate but longing and passionate yet romantic. She felt herself swaying as he kissed her back. Luckily they were in an isolated area. She broke the kiss first. Spock was about to protest but she whispered, "I can keep a secret if you can."

He gave her a nod, "I can."

He had never felt more alive in his life. The loneliness feeling he constantly had to smother was finally gone. He felt human and it felt great. He was no longer alone in the world.

She smiled and it melted his heart. He whispered, "Please take care of my heart for I am giving you mine as well," and kissed her again.

Uhura sighed, "Oh those were the good old days."

Spock disagreed, "These days are better because we are allowed to be together without any scrutiny."

"True. I never pegged you to be a rule-breaker, Mr. Spock."

"I was not, until I met you. You made it hard to follow the rules. You made me half human. And I am forever in your debt, Mrs. Spock." She insisted he called her that when he feeling especially in-love with her.

End of chapter2. I hope it was alright. I thought for getting a betareader but they seem too intimidating :( I'll try to update asap.!