A/N: Thanks again for enjoying the story and leaving positive comments. Here is the final chapter. Like with the previous chapters, I had ideas but once I started writing, the story wrote itself. Enjoy!
These were tense moments. Neither of them moved. Uhura's mind went into over drive. This new professor had expert knowledge of the field he was teaching, could speak perfect Vulcan, sounded and even looked like Spock and claimed to be "close" to him. There were certain things he said that seemed so Spock like as well. Either they were related or something else. Something else she could not figure out. His breathing was even as his eyes darted across her thoughtful face.
"Uhura, there is something I would like to tell you." He said in a low voice. There was uncertainty there. He hesitated. Uhura figured that maybe he would tell her what's going on finally. It would be now or never so she gave him an encouraging smile and placed her hand on his arm. Her soft touch made him close his eyes. He wanted to stay in the moment, the moment of her watching him, expectant, not taking her eyes off of him.
His eyes popped open at the sound of a loud rumble. Uhrua immediately dropped his arm and turned toward the direction the loud rumble was coming from. It was growing closer. It turned out to be no other than James T Kirk riding his motorcycle on campus. Grinning at the ladies as he rode pass them, flexing his muscles through his leather jacket, he came to a stop in front of Uhura and the Professor. Uhura shifted her weight to one leg and placed her hands on her hips.
"You're not allowed to ride that on campus Kirk!" She explained. "And furthermore—"
Kirk had heard enough and sent her his trademark smile. "Nice to see you too, Dollface. So what are you up to tonight? We should hit up a bar, have some drinks, hang out, and maybe--" He winked. Kirk was not phased by the Professor or his good looks at all. It was as if he hadn't even noticed him. With Kirk being the playboy of the campus, no one could hold a candle to him and he was very aware of this fact. Uhura gave a bright smile.
"Oh what a shame, I would but you see, the Professor here wants me to grade papers with him tonight. Otherwise I would have loved to drink and dance the night away." She told Kirk. Kirk finally looked at the Professor.
"You look familiar." Kirk said his eyes squinting and analytical.
"I get that a lot." The Professor replied.
He looked at Kirk and then to Uhura. He always wanted to see her dance. Even more so, he always wanted to dance with her. Being how proper and professional his other self looked and carried, he would stick out like a sore thumb, but not in this body. In this body, with the way he looked now, he could blend in easily. Not wanting to miss out, he turned his attention to Uhura who still had a smug smile on her face about getting out of an evening with Kirk.
"You know, grading papers does sound a bit boring. I'd wouldn't mind having an alcoholic bev—" He had to remind himself to not sound like himself. Was that possible? "I wouldn't mind having a drink. I gotta get down with my bad self." Spock said.
Kirk roared with laughter and then gave a firm pat onto the Professor's shoulder. "This guy aint bad! Your lingo is outdated though."
Uhura stood there wondering what just happened. Spock would never agree to go to a bar near campus. This guy obviously isn't Spock. Spock would have also gave some long lecture about how drinking is bad for you and the type of characters that frequented places like that. Her feet moved in a reluctant shuffle as she followed the guys to the bar. They talked about sports the whole way there and how Kirk is always good with the ladies. This was something Spock was always envious of. Spock often wondered what if he was more like Kirk. Maybe then he wouldn't be in this situation and could just confess how he felt to Uhura.
Loud music filled his ears as he entered the bar doors. He stopped, taking in everything around him. Laughter filled the air, he smelled alcohol and smoke, people were dancing, girls sitting in packs at tables, and a myriad of people at the bar itself. Kirk brushed his shoulder as he walked past the Professor.
"I'll find us a table. Lose the tie man and loosen the shirt. Blend in." He said before he left.
Blend in, Spock thought and did as he was told. For extra effect, he ran his fingers through his hair.
Uhura, now in an aggravated mood, bumped his shoulder as she walked past and to the table where she found Kirk.
"I'm getting a drink." She stated and went to the bar.
The Professor joined Kirk at the table. Kirk glared in Uhura's direction and took two beers from one of the waitresses.
"What's up with her?" He asked and took a gulp.
The Professor, imitating Kirk took the glass and raised it to his lips. It smelled horrible but Kirk seemed to like it so he took a gulp of his own. The taste was interesting and bubbled down his throat.
"Missing the Professor Spock I suppose." He replied.
"Oh tell me about it. The girl hangs on his every word. The dude cock blocks me without even being around. What is up with that?" Kirk shook his head and took and took another gulp.
"Cock….block?" The Professor asked, never heard of this slang term before.
"Yeah, it's as if he has some hold on her. Some damned force field. I can't get her to even look at me the way she looks at him all goo-goo eyes. Makes me think he must be packing something big in his trousers."
To that, the Professor nearly choked as he imitated Kirk, matching his number of drinks and clearly not getting as drunk. Uhura came back with a more not too pleased look on her face.
"As if I don't know what you're talking about. And for the record, maybe I just like smart guys. You, Kirk obviously don't qualify." Uhura said sitting down and eyeing all the empty beer glasses on the table.
"No you like pointy eared bastards." Kirk said and glared, his frustration on the matter sounding in his voice.
"You know what, whatever. I'm going dancing." She said and left the table.
Kirk, who really didn't care at this point and ordered two more drinks. The Professor watched Uhura from the table as she danced on the dance floor. Her body swayed to the music in a seductive rhythm, her hair swishing back and forth as she danced. The word hypnotic came to his mind. The Professor gulped and then licked his lips. Did women move this way on purpose? Did they move this way to drive men crazy with sexual thoughts? Who would have known that his top student could move like that? His feet started moved on their own and he soon found himself moving towards her on the dance floor. She gave him a challenging look but retreated when he fell into step with her movements.
He placed his hands on her hips, squeezing and she pressed her hips to his own. He accidently pressed his thigh in between her legs and discovered that this was an excellent move. Looking down, he saw that her eyes had become dilated with lust. She squeezed him closer, her lips feathering his jaw. His hands moved down and squeezed her butt, causing her to gasp. He always wanted to touch her like this and in each and every way. He could feel her desire towards him as well as clearly see it. His body was acting on his own and she could soon see, more like feel his.
What would be the human thing to do? How would a full human act in this situation? He wondered as he kept to the rhythm of the music.
"Tell me what you were going to tell me before." She whispered into his ear.
Her lips touching his ear and then her tongue caused him to shudder. He was completely taken off guard by her question and slowed the pace of their grinding hips. He didn't realize how fast he was breathing. Did full humans go through this all the time? It was like Pon Farr but constantly. Every thought about dragging her out of that bar and back to his room invaded his thoughts. So much that he could not concentrate on her question.
"How about we do a question for a question? Answer mine and I will answer yours." He asked when she moved her head back to face him. She nodded. "Tell me what you think about Spock and I don't mean on a teacher student level." His fingers traced up and down her back, trying to see what she would say while being so distracted by him. He hummed in approval when she moved closer and he closed his eyes to breathe in her scent. Uhura's arms intertwined around his neck and shoulders.
"For someone so logical, I thought you would have figured it out by now. I'm in love with you Spock. I always have been." She said.
His hands stilled and he froze stiff on the dance floor. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth formed a hard line.
"How did you know?" Was all that escaped his lips.
She took him by the hand and led him off of the dance floor. They glanced at Kirk who was passed out with his head down on his table, surrounded by girls playing with his hair. Uhura and Spock left the bar and headed towards the living quarters of the campus. She didn't let go of his hand and he squeezed in appreciation. New to full on human emotions, unable to control his body or the images of her still dancing in his mind, he led her to a tree, pinning her back to it and kissing her feverishly. Spock pushed against her, wanting to show her all his affection, every feeling for her all at once. His hands claimed her hips and when he pressed his lips to her neck, she was finally able to speak.
"How could I not know? I've loved you, the real you from the moment I first met you." Uhura said in a whisper as her eyes closed. She tilted her head back against the tree.
Spock stopped with his peppered kisses on her hot skin. He returned his intense gaze to her face, his eyes leveled with hers.
"But this is the real me." He replied confused at her words.
Uhura ran her fingers through his long hair and traced her thumb against an eyebrow. He closed his eyes as she continued to caress his face.
"Whatever you did, you didn't have to go through this to tell me how you felt. I would have waited and helped you like I always have." She whispered.
He stopped her hand on his cheek to keep it there and opened his eyes.
"You do not wish for me to stay this way?" He asked.
She smiled and didn't look him over before she said, "No. It's nice but it's not you. It's not the Spock that I know. Not the sexy Spock with his short dark hair, pointy eyebrows and sexy pointy ears."
Spock whole heartily laughed at that.
"I didn't know you were so fond of my Vulcan appearance." He said holding her in his arms and holding her close.
"I'm fond of you and everything that is you." She said and pressed her lips to his for a kiss.
Spock tilted his head and deepened the kiss. His tongue explored and danced in her mouth as his one hand went to her hair. Spock pulled at it and became more demanding with his kiss. Uhura gasped and he broke away, apology written all over his face.
"I'm, I'm sorry. It's just really hard to control how I feel right now. I can now see how it's so easy to act on emotion. I will have this changed and be how you know me, first thing tomorrow morning. I'm so sorry---" He began but Uhura shushed him by placing her finger tips upon his lips.
"I actually like you letting go. I like you saying what's on your mind. I don't want that to change when you're your old self again. I like you being all spontaneous."
He sighed and gently placed his forehead against hers.
"Spontaneous", he repeated her words and smirked. "I love you Nytoa Uhura," he said and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. She laughed and held on as he spun.
"I love you too. You know, this new you has great fashion sense, beautiful hair, a smile to die for as well as all the stuff that makes you unique. This new you should stick around for a while. It could be fun." Uhura and dipped her head back to move the strands of hair blowing in her face.
Spock smirked and then smiled at her.
"So you were checking me out?" Spock said and couldn't stop smiling. Uhura rolled her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. This certainly makes things interesting.
