NYOTA

0700 hours.

Neither of them had moved much. All Nyota knew was that she had never, ever experienced anything like what they had just engaged in. Sex with this man was…absolutely crazy- but in a way that was thrilling. He was so good in bed it scared her. She found herself thinking possessively over him, like she didn't want anyone else to know. She thought of Nurse Chapel. She could believe that Christine had been left broken hearted, if she'd had a taste of what Spock had to offer and then Spock had rejected her. She huffed in disgust at the thought of him giving himself to anyone else. He cupped her face, kissing her. Which led her to another thing about Spock; because he could touch her and know what she was feeling, every need was met sexually. His manhood was totally unique. It had a curve to it, so every thrust rubbed against her G spot. It had seemed to expand once he was inside of her. Nyota felt as if she'd spent the entire session coming. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure, more sighs and moans and screams and gasps than she'd ever dreamed of. Her throat was raw, her lips were raw, her body felt deliciously numb. It was ridiculous that she'd been denying herself such intense pleasure out of pure fear of rejection. How did he do it? How could this man be so serious and distant during the regular schedule of his day and so full of white hot passion and tenderness when you got him alone? Even now, when she could barely raise her head off the pillow, let alone her body, he was still touching her, pulling her close, pressing his mouth against the parts of her body most near his lips. Their legs were entwined, his hand was stroking her skin, damp with sweat and his semen starting to dry on her thighs. She didn't care.

"Tell me something about you I don't know," she whispered, playing with the fingers that were making lazy patterns on her arm.

"There is most likely much about me you do not know," he murmured in her ear, kissing it.

"How many Earth girls were you with intimately before me?"

Spock paused. "You truly wish to know?"

"Yes," she lied. She rolled over, looking into his eyes. Preparing herself.

"There were several." He was studying her, trying to gauge her reaction to his answer. "And this makes you…envious."

She made a face. "That depends. How many of them did you love?"

He leaned back towards her. "There has never before you been one who caused me to feel such a conflicting emotion."

"Conflicting?"

He inhaled, laying back to stare at the ceiling. "I must admit having such a conversation is difficult. It is not a Vulcan's way to verbally express the manner in which we care for others. But I wish for you to understand the extent to which I care for you. I sincerely hope you believed me when I told you that I will always be yours."

"You'd better be," Nyota said. "I was telling the truth too. I trust you. I'm in love you."

He lifted a strand of her hair, twisting it between his fingers. "Your words are reassuring despite the known fact that such an emotion is difficult to describe. Humans especially use the word in such a casual manner."

"I don't use the word carelessly, Spock," she said softly, grasping his hand. "I don't believe love is something you can even define. Not really. You either feel that person in your heart or you don't."

"Your definition is vague."

She took a deep breath, bringing his hand up to her chest as she tried to explain. "When I would see you around campus, my heart raced inside. My stomach jumped around, it was crazy! I felt like a teenager again! If you looked at me during one of your lectures, I'd feel the same way. When I started leaving tea on your desk, I knew it would be the kind you would like because I paid attention to what you used to drink. Your voice changes when you talk to your mother on the comm. I noticed that. I notice everything about you. I think about you all the time. I want you be safe and happy, always. I would do anything to see to it that you were those things, always. That's how I know what I feel is real."

Spock mused silently for a moment. "I too would have a racing heart when I saw you. I too think of you always. I would risk all to protect you. Perhaps we have just defined love in our own way."

"And it's not so vague anymore, is it?" Nyota asked.

"It is not," Spock agreed.

"So what do we do now?" Nyota dared to ask.

"Coming out with our pairing would be illogical. I feel it best to be as discreet as possible until your graduation, perhaps a bit longer. Once you become a Lieutenant and you and I have been assigned star ships, we will face no repercussions about our relationship. We would be free to love...openly."

It sounded wonderful to her. "Okay," she said, kissing him. "Now that that's been established, I'm starving. Do we have time to eat before we have to send these PADDs off?"

"We do." Spock paused before adding, "My love."

He cooked her a fried egg sandwich with a side of orange juice and an apple tart, and had tea for himself. She ate her breakfast wearing his robe.

"It is exceptionally big on you," he commented as he seated himself across from her at the small kitchen table. "Yet a garment that held no particular interest to me before is now appealing to me because you are wearing it."

She blushed, and slid her legs between his under the table, savoring the last moments of intimacy before they had to face the world again as instructor and student, nothing more.

The PADDs were redistributed to the students via hover mail, Nyota carrying the smaller of the two boxes that had to be taken to the campus distribution station. As her clothing made a round in the laundry refresher, she had taken a quick shower and had retied her hair in a ponytail. No one would have suspected she had spent the night with Spock, nor that they had spent the better part of the early morning having the best sex of her damn life. This was a good thing.

Spock actually lived a good distance from the Academy, so there was no real worry about them being seen together. Spock walked next to her on their way to the shuttle stop, but with enough space between them that no one would confuse their relationship for being lovers. She was burning to touch him, but she knew it was against the rules, and not just the Academy's rules. Hers and his. They hadn't talked completely about the dynamics of their new relationship. They had agreed they were in one, and she was glad about that, but the specifics still needed to be discussed. What would they do, for example, if they were both assigned to the same star ship? What if they were assigned different ships? He'd told her he would always belong to her. Was he expecting marriage? She knew that Vulcans were very big on commitment. But did the same rules apply to a half Vulcan? They were similar in a lot of ways…but there were also huge differences between them. There was still so much about him and his ways she didn't understand. The telepathy, for one. Did he know everything she was feeling all the time? Would he always know her every thought? Supposed she got mad at him? Supposed there were things she wanted to keep private?

Nyota glanced up at him, waiting patiently until the shuttle arrived. Despite her concerns, the real and the imagined, there was no denying that just looking at him was making her feel a thrill she couldn't possibly begin to explain. She wanted him, even now when they were amongst strangers. She had an urge to grab his hand, but she knew that would be totally unacceptable. She was afraid if she spoke, she would end up asking him to take her back to his quarters, so she said nothing.

While they waited quietly together amongst a few others, Nyota tried everything she could think of to extinguish the fire she felt for him; the way he had made love to her was all she could think about. Damn. He was looking at her in that way that made her insides jump, but for their best interests, she offered him a tiny smile before she looked away.

The shuttle was approaching quickly. Spock suddenly cleared his throat.

"Dungi du ma khru?" he said casually, as his eyes shifted from hers towards the now sliding open doors to her shuttle. (Would you have me tonight?)

Nyota's heart pounded in her chest. She fought another smile as she nodded. "Ha." (Yes.)

Passengers began to board the shuttle. Nyota glanced quickly at her new lover, but took a step away rather than towards him. Spock's back straightened, his arms behind his back. "Good afternoon, Cadet. Again, I thank you for your assistance in removing the malware from student computers."

"You are welcome, Commander. I'm happy everyone has a chance to make As on their finals." Nyota gripped her bag to keep from reaching for him. "Good afternoon, Commander," she said and boarded the shuttle without a glimpse back. She might not make it to class if she had looked into his eyes a second longer.