A/N: Ok so obviously they cannot be in a turbo lift forever so I think what I'm going to do is get them out in this one and then make it so that Kirk and Uhura have occasional meet ups in the lift to either pick up with the story or for new ones or just complain about Spock in general haha

I MAY do a chapter with Spock and Kirk talking about Uhura but idk tell me what you'd think of that in a review.

Speaking of, I'd also just like to say thank you all so much for continuing to read and also for the sweet reviews you leave me! It really makes my day and makes me feel so I good literally cannot bear to be away from the story for long. Not even kidding, I love every single one of you guys.

But anywho, back to the story.

"Well now that is sweet," Kirk said after a moment. He had always been curious about Spock and Uhura; not that he doubted the validity or sincerity of their relationship. He knew that they loved each other very much, but Kirk was a firm believer that physical affection was key to healthy relationships and he just couldn't imagine his first officer and best friend actively participating in any acts of affection.

"I told you, what you see on the bridge is not an accurate representation of our relationship." she yawned softly and leaned back against the wall. If they had been on earth it would have been at least 2 in the morning and she was exhausted, though they must not have been in the lift for more than an hour. All Uhura wanted to do at this point was crawl back into bed, cuddle up next to Spock and try to enjoy what would be left of her day off. However, while this was not exactly what she had planned for this night, she had to admit she wasn't hating talking to her Captain. He had been right; after spending so many years hiding their relationship, it had become second nature and now it was really nice to be able to talk about it with someone.

"I swear to god, if Scotty doesn't get us out of here soon I will-"

As if on cue, the lift door opened with a swift swoop and Uhura and Kirk looked up, too exhausted to be excited. Both of them were expecting to see the chief engineer, probably looking bewildered and frustrated while he attempted to explain mechanics that neither of them would ever understand. Instead who they saw was Spock, hands behind his back in their usual fashion, head tilted slightly to one side as it often was.

"Spock," as if not tired at all Uhura jumped up, gracefully strode toward him, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. Confused at first, Spock reciprocated the action, enjoying the contact between them though not necessarily understanding its motivation.

"Nyota, I waited approximately 12.8 minutes before attempting to find you when Mr. Scott informed me of your predicament. I apologize fixing the lift took as long as it did. Mr. Scott and I discovered-"

"Shhh, Spock it doesn't matter. Thank you for saving me." She leaned up and pecked him on the cheek, trying to hide her amusement as he automatically leaned in like he did every time she made a motion to kiss him. "Captain," she let go of Spock to turn toward him. "It's been a pleasure."

"Likewise," Kirk answered standing up and walking toward the door. "You both go ahead, enjoy your day off. That's an order," he smiled at Uhura who could only shake her head. Spock looked back and forth at his captain and his girlfriend, aware that he must have been missing some sort of humorous moment. Kirk moved out of the lift, motioning for them to get inside. Uhura began walking into the lift before Spock, unexpectedly took her hand.

"Nyota, perhaps in light of recent events it would be logical to take the stairs instead?"

"Walk up four flights of stairs?!" she moaned at the prospect. "I'm exhausted. I think it may be worth the risk," Spock's brow furrowed and Uhura pouted.

"I'll just leave you two..." Kirk left them alone, tired himself but on his way back to the bridge to do one last check on things before his scheduled break. Once Spock was sure he was completely out of ear shot, he answered.

"If you believe you are not currently capable of walking up the stairs, I will carry you."

"Spock, really that's not necessary," she couldn't help but laugh at him. "Really, the lift is fine. I have complete faith in your and Scotty's mechanical skills." she patted him on the shoulder and made tried again to make her way inside the lift. But his grip on her hand tightened, and he moved closer to her.

"Nyota, please." he whispered. At first she didn't understand why he was being so weird about this; the lift was fixed, they could get back to his quarters in a few seconds. She looked at him for a minute, trying to read his facial expression as only she could. And then she realized. He was scared.

He would never admit it of course, to do so would be illogical. But she knew that while she had been in the lift, Spock had been at least a little afraid. It was silly really, she knew. She had been on the ship the whole time, nothing could have possibly happened to her. He had handled it better when she had met with the Klingons on Kronos a few months ago, but she supposed he knew logically anything he would have done would have probably just complicated the already dangerous mission.

"Alright, she said. We'll do it your way." she smiled softly and kissed him on the lips before walking toward the staircase. She let out a gasp as she felt herself being lifted into the air and laughed once she found herself in his arms. "This is actually ridiculous," she said but did not struggle. "Spock I was only gone for an hour, you don't think your behavior is a little bit illogical?" she gently teased. She never wanted to make him feel ashamed of his feelings, but she also wanted him to have a better understanding of them.

"I am aware of how long you were gone." he answered still walking.

"And I was on the ship for the entire time."

"Yes."

"So why?"

"I am unsure of the nature of your query."

"Why were you scared that I was stuck in the lift?"

"I do not believe I was." he replied too quickly, defensively.

"Maybe scared isn't the right word, but anxious maybe?"

By now they had reached the appropriate floor and she was standing on her own two feet again as they walked toward his room.

"I suppose there is validity to your speculation. I was anxious due to your being delayed for so long."

"Perhaps overly so?" she said when they reached his door. He opened it for her and she walked in, turning around to face him as his closed the door behind them both.

"Yes," was all he said. "Nyota I apologize if I acted unreasonably, however as you said I was anxious having you away from me for so long." his voice was quiet as they walked back toward the bedroom.

"It's nothing to apologize over," she assured him. "I want you to feel every emotion, and I want you to understand them," they walked to opposite sides of the bed, pulling the comforter down before climbing in.

"...I do understand them."

"Well what do you understand of them?" she cuddled up next to him, layer her head on his chest, letting out a yawn.

"My affection for you is most obvious to me, and I hope to you. Often times however it is difficult for me to express them in a way that is both appropriate and...comfortable. Nyota I-" he was interrupted by light snoring and the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly before he turned the lights off and kissed her on the forehead.

A/N: Maybe a little bit out of character but I hope not so much that it's unreadable! Don't worry the story isn't over, Kirk and Uhura are going to have more conversations and complaints and anecdotes.

Leave a review and give me ideas and requests for anecdotes if you have them and as always thanks for reading!