Hello. So I done wrote some sexytimes. I hoping you is liking.

Nyota had done her best to avoid Spock on the way back from Mars with varying degrees of success. It was hard to avoid someone sitting two seats away on a shuttle. She dropped her eyes and fiddled intently with the fastening on her safety harness when he entered the cabin, focussing a little too intently on buckling herself in for the short journey home. She felt utterly childish but she wasn't quite sure what else to do, she was certain that she could not bear to have him look at her with those sad brown eyes. She might have said at one time that he wasn't capable of feeling sorry for her but she knew different now and that was even worse than rejection. It was the Vulcan equivalent of saying 'It's not you, it's me' or worse, 'I like you but not enough to take a chance." It...hurt. She stared ahead at the back of the seat in front of her and pretended not to notice the surreptitious glances he sent her way for the duration of the flight.

When he was unfailingly chivalrous as the cadets disembarked the shuttle in San Francisco Nyota found herself becoming unconscionably irritated with him. How dare he be so calm and serene and so damned gentlemanly about the whole affair. It's not that she wanted him to be like a sulking spiteful schoolboy about the whole thing but that...well in a way that would be less disconcerting because at least then she'd know where she stood. She sat for a long time on her bed, stewing about the injustice of arranged marriages and Starfleet regulations and flushing with shame at the prospect that in a day or so she would have to march into the office and sit down next to him and pretend like nothing had happened.

"Oh god," she groaned, burying her face in her hands for a minute before standing abruptly and grabbing her coat on the way out of the door.

It was evening in San Francisco but it was very mild which was a good thing. Nyota spent a long time pacing up and down the long covered walkway that ran the length of the building where his quarters were located. She'd get to the front door and then lose faith, spinning on her heel and walking all the way back up the path before chastising herself for being so stupid and walking all the way back down again. She wasn't sure how long she had been hovering in the lobby when Spock entered and they stood frozen for a moment as their eyes met. She briefly considered what possible excuse she might have for being here but then thought better of feeding him a lie, he had an uncanny knack for seeing through such deception and as a Vulcan he wouldn't approve at all. She cleared her throat as he approached.

"Good evening," he said quietly. Nyota shifted from foot to foot.

"Hi," she said a little sharply. Spock tilted his head to one side and licked his lips.

"This is...unexpected," he said after a moment. Nyota pressed her lips together and then took a step closer.

"I was...ah, coming to see you," she explained hurriedly. "I...I think we should talk."

"Interesting," he murmured, looking over her shoulder with a faraway look. "I have myself just come from your quarters." Nyota paled.

"Oh," she chirped, her voice a high pitched squeak. Spock swallowed and glanced around a trifle nervously.

"Our last...conversation...was...unsatisfactory," he explained and she nodded. Nyota opened her mouth to speak but then two not old but older than her men in officer's uniforms came bustling through the doors from the stairs, speaking in loud voices. Nyota dropped her gaze to the floor and Spock stared at the ceiling, his hands clasped behind his back as he rolled on the balls of his feet.

"Perhaps we ought to go somewhere a little more private," Nyota said very quietly. Spock looked at her with a wide eyed gaze before nodding and stepping forward without speaking to call the elevator. They stood side by side in the car in silence, avoiding looking at each other and Nyota fiddled with her manicure while Spock pretended not to watch. When the elevator came to a halt he glanced at her briefly before stepping out into the hall and slowly, cautiously they walked towards his door. As he punched in the access code at his door, Nyota glanced surreptitiously up and down the hall and when it opened they stood staring at the dark room beyond with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

Nyota entered first and when she turned to see Spock blocking the only door she felt an unmistakeable sense of finality. There was no denying that there was definitely something between them, even if there really shouldn't be.

"I am promised to another," Spock had said as he stepped a little closer. Nyota nodded and stared at his chest, her mouth going dry.

"You're not married yet," she croaked. Spock licked his lips.

"I am your commanding officer and your teacher," he added, his voice wavering. Nyota chewed her lip.

"I haven't got a comeback for that," she admitted with a dejected sigh. Spock nodded, standing very close now.

"This situation is...complicated," he said and when she looked up his brow was furrowed with displeasure.

"We haven't done anything wrong," she told him, not meeting his eyes. "I mean, it's not a crime to have feelings." Spock looked at her strangely for a second before turning his head away.

"Not a crime, no," he agreed and Nyota sighed a little.

"I...I don't pretend to really understand what this must be like for you," she said after a moment.

Spock's eyes darted from side to side. "It is...unsettling," he explained in a low, breathy voice that sent shivers down her spine.

"I...I know this must be...difficult for you," she said gently, stepping just a little bit closer. "But I think, I mean...some things just are, even if they don't seem very logical."

Cautiously and with a good measure of courage, she reached up and slowly ran her hand down his arm. Spock turned his face towards her and slowly, tenderly raised his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. Timidly she shuffled a little bit closer and wrapped her arms around him. She hid her face in his chest and closed her eyes, her heart thumping in her chest and her heart in her mouth but then a second later his arms went around her and he held her close. She exhaled in relief and nuzzled her cheek against him and Spock let out a sigh that was to her the sweetest sound she'd ever heard. When she raised her chin he had his eyes closed, his breath coming in short little pants and so she reached up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. He leaned towards her and pressed his lips back and she wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him more intently.

They hadn't done anything wrong, she reminded herself. It was just a little kiss and a cuddle and oh my he was very good at this, she mused as the kiss grew more intense. His hands wandered, stroking up and down her back and she hung on for dear life as they staggered back a step. Spock wrapped his arms around her to keep her from falling.

"I've never done this with a Vulcan," she'd gasped as he pulled his lips away from hers and nuzzled the side of her face.

"I understand the mechanics are..." Spock told her breathlessly as he hoisted her into his arms, swallowing with loud gulp. "Quite similar."

"Uh huh," she squeaked, holding on tight and kissing him again as he carried her towards the bedroom, setting her down gently on the edge of the bed so that she was kneeling and he was standing in front of her. Her hands came up and clasped the sides of his face and they kissed and kissed and kissed and when they finally broke apart, he pressed his forehead against hers.

"You are trembling," he observed gently and she swallowed hard.

"I...I'm nervous," she admitted. Spock blinked slowly and leant his face into her hand.

"We do not have to do anything that you do not wish," he murmured and she kissed him again.

"I want to, I want to," she breathed against his mouth.

"If it is any comfort to you," he explained hoarsely. "I am likewise inexperienced in this regard." Nyota ran her stroked her thumbs across the tips of his adorably pointy ears and pressed her teeth into her lower lip as his words sunk in. He'd never done this with a Human, she thought as she stroked down his arms and caught his hand. She shifted and lay back across the bed, tugging his hand and pulling him with her and as he shuffled nervously closer to lie on top of her she realised that in all likelihood, he'd never done this with anyone.

Her heart swelled up in her chest and she wrapped her arms around him tightly. Spock seemed to be particularly enjoying kissing and she was not going to argue. They lay entwined on the bed for a long time, the kisses growing hungrier and hungrier, hands roaming but then firm touches would morph back to tender caresses and lips would grow soft again. She opened her legs and cradled him against her hips and he groaned, instinctively grinding against her and it was the hottest thing she'd ever experienced. She would have been perfectly content at that moment to stay there kissing his face off and dry humping through their clothes but then his hand slipped down across her thigh, his fingers brushing up across her skin to dip beneath the hem of her skirt as he hooked her leg over his hip and ground more purposefully against her. Maybe she wouldn't be quite as content as all that.

Nyota's head dropped back against the pillow and his lips fastened to the long column of her neck, the flat of his tongue running up over her throat until his lips met her jaw. She groaned as he nipped at her jawbone and scraped her nails down the back of his neck. Spock let out a little grunting, crying sound and shifted, pressing his forehead against her cheek and running his hand down her body to stroke her breasts through her sweater. Nyota hummed and arched her back into his touch for a second before pushing against him. Spock rolled onto his back and she scrabbled across him to straddle his hips. He stroked his hands down the sides of her body as she lifted her arms and wriggled out of her sweater, his eyes going wide at the sight of her underwear. His hands immediately covered her breasts and she smiled at him through her lashes, pushing up on her knees as she started to divest herself of her skirt. As she squirmed and shifted from one knee to the other to kick the offending material away, Spock sat up and pressed his face into the valley between her breasts, his big hands stroking across her back in circles as he placed hot open mouth kisses against her chest. Nyota arched her back into his touch and fiddled with the hem of his shirt, yanking it up out of his pants and sighing at the sight of his mussed up hair when she finally pulled it over his head. She leaned her cheek against the top of his head and stroked her fingernails up and down his neck and over his scalp as his fingers shoved the fabric of her bra aside and his hot wet tongue found her nipple. When he grunted in disapproval at the offending item of clothing, she pulled back a way and without even bothering to unhook it, pulled it up over her head and threw it to one side. Spock hummed in assent and massaged her back with firm strokes, his fingers doing funny things to her skin.

After a few minutes and when his attentions became a little more toothy than she was used to, Nyota gently pulled his head away. Spock gave her a stern look of disapproval but when she smiled he let her push him down onto his back. His hands drifted lower, stroking over her hips and disappearing beneath the fabric of her underwear to massage the soft cheeks of her ass. She groaned and twisted her hips in torturous circles over the unmistakeable lump in his pants. Similar mechanics indeed, she mused as she arched her back and leant across him, twisting her body from side to side so that the hard points of her nipples brushed against his chest. Spock growled and her mouth fell open in surprise at the jolt of arousal that coursed through her body to spark hotly between her legs. As she peered down at him, his face was utterly feral and wild, his skin flushed green and her heart fluttered at the sight of him. The hands in her underwear grew curious and she gasped as one finger trailed an exploratory path along the crease of her ass to brush against the growing wetness between her legs. Spock's eyes narrowed and he clasped the back of her neck, holding her tight and trapping her against his hard body as his fingers went further. When he pressed the tip of one between the soft folds of her center she jerked and let out a pathetic sounding whimper. The hand at her neck released its grip to slide down between them and cup between her legs and her eyes fell closed as his hand moved into her underwear.

When she let out a sharp cry as his knuckled brushed against her clit, Spock's lips turned up at the corners in a sneering kind of smile. It was unbearably arousing, the sight of him riled up like an angry cat and when his tongue ran up the side of her face she shuddered uncontrollably. When his lips fastened on her ear, she bore down against his hand and they both groaned as his finger slipped deep inside of her.

"Yesss," he hissed in her ear, the guttural sound of Vulcan making her grimace in pleasure and reminding her in no uncertain terms that the gorgeous writhing creature beneath her was not entirely Human. She could not have described how she felt, it was primal and animal and she ground her hips furiously against his hand, his finger pressing into her in a way she didn't even know could feel so good. The sounds emanating from between her legs were so loud and obscene it made her eyes roll back in her head and Spock jerked his hips upwards towards her. Swallowing hard Nyota took a deep breath and pushed up on her hands, his finger slipping out of her with a wet smack. Spock reached for her again so she distracted him with a sloppy kiss instead, running her tongue over his face and making him growl again.

Oh that sound, she thought, her head swimming as she began to kiss her way down his chest, dragging her nails as she went and shuddering at the long green lines that sprang up in their wake. She scraped her teeth over his nipple and he twitched, gasping through clenched teeth as her mouth moved lower and lower towards the place where her hand was tracing the shape of his erection through his pants with firm strokes. Spock buried his fingers in her hair as she sat up a little way and fumbled with the fastening on his pants, tugging the fabric down. Spock obligingly bent his knees and kicked them away, the palms of her hands caressing over and over along the long, thick outline of where his cock lay trapped beneath his shorts. She chewed her lip and reached down to scrape her nails across the insides of his thighs, feeling a flutter of pleasure as he twitched beneath her touch. She licked her lips and cupped the softer round bulge that hung down between his legs, swallowing hard as she hesitated for just a moment. Spock smacked his lips and watched her with dark eyes as she considered what to do next. She was nervous, curious, maybe just a tiny bit afraid of what she was going to find - she'd not exactly encountered many of these before, even the plain old Human variety. Taking a deep breath, she hooked her fingers under the elastic of his underwear and peeled them down, her mouthing forming an O as she did so. Spock lifted his hips and wriggled out of the black scrap and when her fingers clasped the hard length of him as it sprang free from the confines of his shorts, he let out a choked breath.

"Nyota," he stuttered and met her eyes to find her gazing at him with a tender expression.

"Oh, Spock," she murmured very quietly, a gentle smile spreading across her face. He whimpered as she ran her fingernails lightly across the underside of his erection from root to tip and he trembled. She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth as she slowly began to stroke up and down with her hand. Slowly, she kissed her way back down his body and when her lips pressed a hot kiss at the base of his cock his hips jerked up of their own volition. His head spun as the flat of her tongue trailed up his length in one long, slow lick before she took him in her mouth. It was indescribable, the pleasure he felt, the surging emotions as she bobbed her head and swirled her tongue. His whole body was aflame, his blood burning in his veins and instinctively he reached for her, his fingers trailing across her face. She must know, he must share with her, join with her. Nyota hummed around him, leaning her cheek into his touch and when his fingers splayed across her cheek her eyes flew open as they pressed suddenly, forcefully against the bones in her face.

She jerked suddenly, her spine arching and her whole body going rigid at the unexpected bolt of sensation that surged through her. She cried out and closed her eyes tightly, her head pounding and she clutched her hands to face. Spock gasped and sat upright, rolling her onto her side as she coiled up like a bug and away from him, a piercing cry issuing from her lips.

"Nyota!" he cried, leaning across her, his whole body trembling as he reached for her. She was shaking uncontrollably and was compliant in his arms as he rolled her onto her back and gently pulled her arms away from her body. "Nyota, Nyota," he mumbled, burying his face in her hair. She clung to him tightly, confused, afraid, clutching onto him desperately.

"Spock," she uttered. "Wuh...what?" she breathed, a tear escaping her eye. He nuzzled her face.

"I...I...don't be afraid," he told her gently. "My mind...the emotions within me were so strong my mind...reached for yours. I could not help myself." She looked into his eyes, searching his face for answers and her mouth opened by she could not get the words out.

"So it's true," she murmured, somewhat dazed and very confused. Spock leaned his forehead against hers.

"Please don't be afraid, I...will not hurt you," he whispered and she rubbed her face against his, overcome with longing to be near him.

"Spock," she gasped, stroking her hands up and down his back. He blinked lazily and looked at her through his lashes with such tenderness her heart felt like it was going to burst right out of her chest.

"Let me show you," he implored, his fingers gently stroking over her face. "Let me show you."

Nyota licked her lips and let her eyes fall closed, taking a deep breath as his fingers pressed more firmly against her. His voice was low as he began to murmur softly in Vulcan and she took a deep gasping breath, a strange sense of unreality setting in at a sensation that was at once both totally alien and yet astoundingly familiar as his consciousness seeped into hers.