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No sex but there is some sexy talk.

Earth date – May 31st 2260, USS Enterprise, ship's evening

1st Date

From afar they looked like two senior officers dining in the corner of the rec room, having a polite conversation. Nothing suspicious at all. But if you could hear them, one might consider the topics of a personal nature. Things a couple talked about in the early stages of dating; personal interests, families and careers. But since Vulcans did not date and Lt Uhura was far too extrovert to be charmed by the Commander. (Did Vulcans even know how to be charming?). Then it was just two senior officers socialising and since Commander Spock chose to be on a nonVulcan ship for the last two years as First Officer, he knew how to socialise did he not?

Things are not always what they seem.

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Spock walked the corridors with his usual 'always on duty' posture, hands behind his back but at a much slower pace to accommodate Uhura. He had found the dinner pleasing and the company even more so. He was looking forward to the challenge of getting to know her on a personal level for their next twenty nine sessions. So far she ticked all the right boxes. Respect for his personal space, knowledge of his culture, competent officer, pleasing company, and for a human she had a most pleasant odour. One of the many things he found pleasurable 'that night' was scenting her body with his nose and face. He could thank his felinoid ancestry for that Vulcan part of him. He looked forward to scenting her again. Perhaps if duty allowed they could schedule five encounters a week, barring no uneventful incidents.

"Well, here we are Commander."

They had reached her quarters. Others were walking by so it was important to make her next statement sound as innocent as possible just in case they were overheard.

"Would you care to share a cup of tea? I have a Kenyan care package from my grandmother's farm."

"That would be most agreeable Lieutenant."

Spock was pleased she wanted to spend more time in his presence. He was not ready to return to his quarters, tea and more conversation would be the right end to the evening.

Uhura smiled, glad he accepted her invitation. Although they had a 'no sex' policy she still wanted to get a goodnight kiss from him and the only way to do that was to get him alone, either his quarters or hers.

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The tea had been brewed and drunk, their next session together was confirmed. Spock would accompany her to a movie night in the recreation hall. They would decide what movie to watch another time. A comfortable silence had descended on them as they sat on her sofa. Uhura considered herself a modern woman but she suspected Spock would prefer to set the pace for anything physical. After all he had picked her up four years ago*.

"Thank for you for a lovely evening Spock, I look forward to our next date."

"As do I Nyota. I will take my leave of you momentarily. But before I do, may I kiss your upper lips?"

"My upper lips?" Uhura queried.

"I am amenable to kissing your lower lips Nyota". He faced her, his eyes very intent on the lower part of her body.

"I miss resting my head between your thighs, so I do not object to bringing you to completion that way again."

Uhura's mouth opened in shock, her eyes widened.

"I have offended you." Spock stood up ready to leave, believing he had committed a cultural faux pas.

"No Spock, it's not that." Uhura reached out her hand and touched his sleeve.

"It's just that we agreed to no sex yet, remember?"

Of course he would remember he was Vulcan. But then he was still a male.

"I recall our no sexual intercourse edict, Nyota. I believe you confirmed no hands below the waist." Spock took his seat next to her.

"It is not my hands that will be satisfying you." He continued.

Gosh this man was too tempting, sex on legs. Trust him to be so literal, who was he taking lessons from Kirk? No he was way too classy for that.

"Spock, if you get anywhere near the pleasure zone, it will not just be your tongue between my legs. Trust me on that."

Before Spock could ask her what the pleasure zone was Uhura continued.

"However there is one place that is longing for your tongue right now."

She leaned towards him, her lips heading for his mouth. Spock opened for her and obliged her with a kiss that made the space between her thighs damp enough for him to smell her arousal. Her perfume smelled as intoxicating as he remembered. Twenty nine more sessions to go before he could dine below. Perhaps a compromise could be made. Soon.

*I'll add a memory scene of how Spock got Uhura into bed the first time lol