A/N: Hi. Just combing over the other chapter over before posting that one as well. Hi to new followers and readers alike. Read and review. Okay bye. P.S. I watched STID and it was AWESOME :p

In last thirty minutes Spock had meditated, play his lute and check his messages a repeated six times in an attempt to settle his nerves and center his mind. He only succeeded in sitting still for 10 minutes while his mind raced from one worst case date scenario to the next, breaking one of the ka'athyra's strings and finding - just like on the other five occasions - that he had no new messages.

He was filled with restless energy as he waited for Nyota's arrival, not that he would have ever admitted to being nervous about the prospect of having her back over to his home.

Spock just wanted to see to it that every detail was perfect and his attire was now the new focus of his compulsive fixation. He had selected five possible outfits for the occasion, each with its own unique quality to merit his donning the garb this evening but he yet to eliminate even one to choose from after changing an exorbitant amount of times - 22 in fact - but he tried his best not to count as he shed a light blue button shirt and neatly returned the garment the lay alongside the charcoal gray slacks he had chosen to wear with it.

Why did humans not have dating uniforms? That would be so much more practical than having to stand here ruminating over my wardrobe for 13 minutes Spock thought bitterly.

Spock padded quietly across his bedroom carpet and stopped in front of two outfits. He was in the middle of debating on whether Nyota would favor the rust or bronze color Vulcan robe when he heard the door chime ring.

Startled, Spock checked his internal clock and silently cursed to himself as he knew it to be at 7 p.m. exactly with Nyota outside his door and he only had a undershirt on to show for his clothing efforts. The door chimed again and he walked over to his nightstand and buzzed her in. " I will be with you shortly. Please make yourself comfortable." he said in a rush as he pulled on a pair of dark jeans.

The setting was suppose to have an air of informality to create a sense of comfort with the present company and he was now out of time to get ready so he decided to forgo a dress shirt. He hoped she wouldn't take offence but knowing Nyota she would forgive him or not take offense in the first place.

He put away the rest of the clothing and emerged from the bedroom to see Nyota looming over the table setting, her fingers tracing the patterns laced into the large tapered candle closest to her set inside a Vulcan candelabra. She turned to him and smiled with a somewhat mischievous look.

" Looks like someone putting on the ritz here and for little old me."

Nyota looked stunning. She was wrapped in an emerald, sleeveless dress that was cinched at the waist by a darker green corset and strappy, glittery heels adorned her feet. Her hair in the front was draped across her temples, tumbling down around her collarbone while the rest was swept back into a style he heard his mother once call a " French roll". He folded his hands behind him lest he give in to the urge to reach out and molest her.

For someone of a different cultural descent, Nyota seemed to have a great affinity for the French. Perhaps she would educate him on the finer points of the French kissing and pick up where they last left off while seated in...

" Like what you see?" she interrupted his musing with her sudden question. He noted that he had left his eyes lingering on her as he was thinking about kissing her but she looked so lovely he did not wish to stop even though the book had instructed him that it would make his human date feel self-conscious.

When he didn't answer and continued to gaze at her Nyota blushed and fidgeted with the silver bangles at her wrist. " I feel like a gift wrapped steak that wandered into a lion's den."

" Perhaps you are and did..." he said as teasingly as he could muster, watching as Nyota giggled nervously and rub her palms over the front of her dress. It was good to know he wasn't the only one with raw nerves but his mind sought out to alleviate the tension in the most straightforward way possible.

" May I get you something to drink?" Spock asked wanting to busy his hands. The temptation to touch her was mounting and he silently cursed his logic that a private dining venue would be best for him to get to know her. His mind was eager but body was starting to fight for more knowledge as well.

Spock looked at how her hair veiled the sides of her face, hiding most of her psi points away from view like natural lingerie. How easy it would be to just brush it away and take her mind, ripe with its vivid and colorful thoughts, in through his hand?

And her neck...with all the rest of her locks pinned up high along the back of her head it left the nape of it exposed to his mouth or better yet his teeth. Just look at the way the light reflected off of her dress casting a warm green glow across her skin. The color of her dress, richness of the green had an irresistible pull to his base. Perhaps because it reminded him of blood, Vulcan blood. He wondered idly as his eyes slinked down her legs if human males were as attracted to the color of red on their females.

His eyes traveled slowly back up to her face to find Nyota looking at him cautiously, almost knowingly, like every possibility of he thought of had been written in his smoldering regard.

He clenched his jaw with a twitch and broke his gaze. " The table needs a pitcher of water."

Spock hurried off to the kitchen to retrieve the pitcher for water and took a breath as he looked back through the doorway back to the dining room. Could she read his thoughts, despite his lack of facial expression and body language? Did Nyota have any idea how much he craved her?

The lemongrass had addled his mind but only what had already been there. It didn't create his adore of her, only made it more apparent. With his feelings brought to the forefront and having such a welcome reception from the creator of such, Spock felt hard pressed to subdue them once more.

Why should suppress his like of her company when she desired it also? Why ignore the fact that they had both enjoyed their meld? And why fight the chance to have her, when he knew she had sought him out...hadn't she? She wanted him and he was very well aware that he wanted her, but what was best, here & now or sometime later after they knew each other a bit better?

He filled the pitcher with ice as he thought the issue over, watching the cubes in simple wonder as only a child of the desert would as the ice cracked and tinkling at the introduction of the tap water pouring over it.

Spock flexed his shoulders and straightened his back when he saw Nyota join him in the kitchen. She came alongside where he stood at the sink, the smell of jasmine and some heavier scent accompanying her as she reached out and took a hold of the pitcher once it was filled. Her eyes slid over him in a manner gratifyingly similar to his earlier perusal of her, meeting his gaze shyly for only a moment before backing out and going back out to the table.

Spock swallowed and flexed his hands listlessly, a feeling of anxiety and excitement crawling through him in as he got another sense of foreboding for tonight's dinner. He wasn't sure if it was going to end cordially with him eating the dishes he covered under their various tops and lids or devouring Nyota after casting aside the cover that modestly hide her...

" Would you care for wine?" he asked neutrally.

" Yes, red if you have it." she answered, filling their water glasses and setting down the pitcher.

He opened the bottle of Shiraz he purchased at the market, filled a goblet and walked her glass out to her. " Indeed I do."

When she saw Spock approach her she set the lid back down over the fried eggplant slices and gracefully accepted the cup with careful hands. " Thank you, Spock" she said cheerfully, amused at being able to say his name without Commander preceding it.

Spock watched her mouth as she took a quick sip and nodded with approval at the taste. " Spicy and full bodied." she commented before taking a heartier swig of the drink.

He leaned forward with his eyes shut and inhaled around the side of her face. Startled, Nyota backed up a bit and gave off another nervous laugh. " What does it smell like?"

His opened his eyes and let his brow lift in a show of his amusement. " I suppose the wine smells like fermented grapes but I was smelling you." he said with a quick flare of his nostrils. " Your fragrance...you have changed it..."

Nyota clutched her goblet between both hands and nodded unevenly, her head tilting over to the side as she did so. " Yeah, my mother sent me perfume for my birthday last year and I thought I'd try it out tonigh...Spock!" she scolded as he came closer and sniffed her again this time along her neck followed by a quick, raspy lick along one of its tendons.

She took a step back clicking across the tile which Spock followed with one of his own and repeated the movement to find him keeping step with her until she bumped into the wall behind her. " Spock, quit stalking me!" she said half teasing, half serious.

He reached out, curling her hair along his fingers and pulled it to his nose with a slightly bemused expression. " If you would remain still as I admired you I would not have to 'stalk' you as you put it. And I am hardly stalking you, Nyota, you see me right in front of you, none of me is hidden from view. If I were to hunting you, Nyota, you would know."

He let go of her hair and started to reach for her ear, wanting to trace the smooth curve of her ear when she did a side step and quickly took a seat at the table. " Fine you're not stalking me. Let's eat then before this wine goes to my head."

Nyota neatly folded a napkin into her lap as Spock gave off what he hoped did not sound like a sigh and complied sitting across from her.

" The first course is Dengu soup. I hope I have prepared it to your liking. Not all human cares for peppers in their cooking but I was pleased to find so many of the Kenyan dishes were vegetarian and had a great deal of spice to them."

Nyota smiled as he laddled her a bowl and carefully handed it to her. At her first spoonful she made an appreciative noise and Spock released a breath he had not realized he was holding. " It's wonderful. I absolutely love how much chile pepper and spinach you put in here! People typically go a little heavy on the mung beans and skimp on the peppers but you made everything blend very well."

" It was not without my own trial and error. This is my fifth attempt at this dish and I'm pleased to say the most satisfactory in its completion. I ate the others with not as much...enthusiasm."

She laughed at his failing and told him it was all apart of learning to become a good chef. He nodded at her logic on the matter and agreed that one must practice in order to perfect.

He served her the fried eggplant next along with Kuku Paka, coconut curried sauce with slices of tofu in place of the traditional chicken along with a couple of circles of chapati flatbread. He refilled her wine goblet and gestured for her to proceed eating.

She ate the main course just as contentedly as she had with the first and as the spoke of Starfleet and their passion for space Spock was reminded not for the first time how much he enjoyed her company. His concern over his clothing and cooking melted as she continued to favor him with smiles and clever remarks at his struggle for mutual topics of interest in between bites.

A quick introspective thought occurred to him as he sipped his glass of water, listening to Nyota talk and logging what she said and how so he could respond appropriately once his epiphany had been met.

It wasn't necessary his clothing or the dishes he had made that had him worried about her disappointment but a fear of being rejected by her for who he was.

He was quite different from both his parents' people but he found the more he revealed himself to Nyota the more she met the newly exposed parts of Spock's being with eager acceptance, almost hungrily so.

She knew him to be both Vulcan and human but that only matter as much as to her as the definition of who he was. She embraced him and their friendship as she had with her study of languages - mastering the cultural nuances, seeing the similarities and respecting the differences.

He perked up his brow when she waited for his response to her question about whether the universe with all its explosions and varied violent reactions ever have an instrument that could record the noise it made despite the vacuum?

" That is a fascinating question, Nyota. One that I had not consider before and wish to speak with you more about but if you would excuse me, I shall return with our dessert." Spock stood with his chair noiselessly skidding across the floor and went to the kitchen. He came back with two small bowls of ice cream, fried plantain slices poking out along the rim.

Nyota was no longer seated at the table and off to his right he heard the toilet flush and bathroom door open. He placed the bowls down near their finished plates of dinner and went off in search of Nyota when she hadn't emerged from the bedroom, where his bathroom was connected.

He found her with her back to the door sitting on his bed hunched over something that had her complete attention.

" Are you well?"

She turned in surprise and placed a hand to her chest with an exaggerated sigh of shock. " Oh my gosh Spock stop stalking around, you're going to give me a heart attack! Make some noise when you walk around!" she slurred.

" You are inebriated."

She shrugged, the sloppiness of her movements making her giggle. Spock observed her from the doorway more entertained than confused as to how the movement of her shoulders could make her so amused.

He spied what had kept her company after vacating the bathroom laid out beside her looking regal and stately despite its broken string. " Are you familiar with this instrument?" he asked fingering the broken string hanging limply over a fret.

She hummed and gave a vigorous nod. " Vulcan's version of a lyre..."

" A Ka'athyra." he supplied automatically. She was smiling with a hazy look to her eyes and she reached out and plucked a few of the strings at random giving off an strange, discordant sound that filled the quiet bedroom. Her eyes flickered from Spock to the lyre and her face slowly spread into a gaping opened mouth grin.

She bounced up off the bed much more animated than she previously had been hopping up and down in place as she pulled at his arm not holding the instrument. " Oh! Oh! Play for me! Play for me please! C'mon, let's go out to the living room to hear you strum!"

Spock looked at her arms hooked around his, his feeling of gleeful anxiety fanning over him once more as he thought of an excuse that wasn't a lie to ward her off from hearing him play. " The string is broken."

Her cheeks puffed out as she pouted her lips and slapped him lightly on his bicep. " Well fix it! I wanna be romance and that includes being serenaded." she added with heavy nod as she tried to look serious and failed as she took in his face after she struck him. " Oh c'mon I didn't even hit you hard! Look if you're chicken I understand...you only had to say so."

He looked up to her smug drunken face, her lashes obscuring any other hint of what else she may have been feeling but he could feel it in the loose embrace of her arm still looped around his. She was in a playful mood but she was definitely aroused. He sniffed discreetly and smelled her moisture as a verification of what he already felt to be true in Nyota's touch. His book made note of how some humans would ease sexual tension by way of play and humor. If his lady wished to play then he was ready to fully engage her.

" You are right I am not hurt but you misunderstood my hesitance in playing. There is a certain customs that we Vulcan observe when playing the ka'athyra for an audience...that would be you in this case, that we traditionally have some sort of accompaniment perform as well. I have heard in passing from many of your peers that you sing quite well. Perhaps you would be my performance partner..., unless of course you are too craven to do so..."

He let his words linger in the air as he reached down into the ka'athyra's case beneath the bed, selected a new piece of string and fitted it as he watched Nyota huff in mock offense out of the corner of his eye.

" Oh I see! So you think you can bully me into singing so you can wiggle your way out of playing?! Ha, I don't think so. I'll take you up on your challenge but I'm going to be dance instead." Nyota grumbled while she unlatched the straps of her heels and kicked off her shoes and marched down the hallway into the living room. " Bring it on, Lyre boy!"

Spock felt a smile tug at his lips but they remained firmly in place as he carried his ka'athyra into the room and settled himself onto the sofa. Nyota shoved the coffee table out of the way making room for her 'stage' and stretched a bit as he tuned the strings.

" You may resend your offer at anytime, Nyota. It appears as if you are out of practice." he commented as if he were concerned. To his pleasure she continued to grouse playfully and told him to start all ready and that she didn't have all night to deal with his ' stage fright'.

Spock struck a chord and quickly launched into a tantalizing melody that had its roots in pre-enlightened times. It was a fertility dance song that was heavy in rhythm and like all songs of its kind it was sultry as it was easy to dance to. His fingers along the long arching neck of the lyre tapped out the bass line and he nodded for Nyota to begin.

At first she just stood there in the middle of the floor listening to the notes but after a while she began to sway. The sway gave way to a dip of her hips and she slinked across the floor locking eyes with him as she lifted her arms and shimmed towards him.

He swallowed and held his breath as she twirled and pulled at the ribbons of her corset as her hips continued to rock. She looked coyly over her shoulder while it fell to the ground and leaning forward to give him a quick pick between her cleavage. Stepping out of the ring of stiff fabric, Nyota ran her hands over her arms down her sides until she set them on the flare of her hips. She gave a soft sigh as she continued to move her body in ways that were all too suggestive of what she was currently thinking about; what they both were thinking about.

He slowed the tempo, giving her a heated look of his own as he watched her slender limbs twist and bend to the music that he played. There was something heady in being able to make her move like this, wanton and promiscuously and to do so for his eyes only.

Nyota came closer with her expression now smoldering as she turned her back to him once more and hide her hands underneath the flare of her skirt and swayed back and forth to the slower rhythm.

" I see that I was wrong to assume that you were out of practice."

Spock took a quick breath as Nyota bent over not 2 feet from his person rolling her hips in front of his face and gave her butt bounce into a teasing wiggle.

" You were wrong baby" she purred. She slide her hands down her legs with her panties in tow, dragged along by her thumbs. " I'm down right proficient."

With a step and leap Nyota dashed across the living room, waving the lacy unmentionable around like an extension of her hand as she drove Spock to increase the tempo. The brightly colored satin in her hand lured his gaze, distracting his attention away from the former wearer. She notice of course and winked at him when their eyes met once more.

" It seems my adoring fan wants something to remember me by. Here!"

Nyota spun again and threw the panties at his head where they made an ungraceful landing onto half of Spock's face. He shook his head but the undergarment remained stubbornly hooked onto his ear. When he shrugged and continued to play Nyota fell over laughing. He improvised the ending and stood, setting the ka'athyra onto his seat as he crawled over to where Nyota was currently rolling around.

The soft curves her backside peeked out from under her dress, jiggling slightly as she laid there laughing on her side. Spock stopped his advance and tilted his head in hopes of getting a glimpse of something else, when she spied him peeping.

" Oh no you don't you, perv!"

" I am not a deviant, I am merely...observant of those things around me..." he taunted, lifted a bit of her dress up before she giggled and smacked his wandering hand away.

She stopped laughing but her smile reminded as she rolled over onto her back and laid propped up on her elbows so she could study the Vulcan wearing her underwear from his ear. She poked him with her toe, once, twice, and grinned at him.

" I don't think yellow's your color, Spock-kam." she teased pointing her foot towards the dainty drawers.

Spock plucked the underwear from around his ear and placed it neatly onto the chair. " Can you tell me what my color is Nyota?" he asked softly and she looked away bashfully at his change in tone.

Had he done something wrong? Maybe she still wanted to play and he had once again made things serious? He went onto all fours, boldly crawling over on top of where she laid. She looked up at his face and he saw that the passion he noticed earlier was back in her eyes. Good, with that he felt more confident in trying something a bit brazen.

He picked at the bust line of her dress, pulling it short of revealing the nipple he was eyeing pressed stiffly against the thin cloth. He lowered his head and ran his teeth over each bud in a mock bite, being careful to keep his touch as light as possible for fear of hurting her or going to fast. It only seemed to excite her as she pushed her chest into his face and clawed at his scalp in an effort to pull his mouth closer.

" Spock..."

She shivered beneath him but made no objection to his soft exploration. He looked down at her from underneath his lashes and ran his hand gently over her arms, still finding great enjoyment in teasing her.

" Nyota, you are trembling. Why would you remove your clothing when you know that humans have difficulty retaining their heat? First your corset..." he dragged his fingers down her across midriff, slipping them beneath her dress's hem to cup her heated sex. He pushed between the petals of her labia and dipped his index finger inside as he continue to cup her, watching her face as she whined and bit her lip." and then your underwear."

She gasped when he stroked the damp finger up along her slit, drawing slow wet, circles around her stiff clitoris. " Now you have put out your host by having to make your comfort his priority. Nyota what a troublesome guest you are."

" Troublesome? I thought Vulcan's don't lie?"

" I am not. I find you most burdensome." he groused, sitting back on his heels as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his himself free. Her eyes went wide and her breath hitched Nyota took in the sight of his lok laying rigid, heavy in his hands. It wept what she assumed to be pre-cum but...there was so much of it she wondered if he had already ejaculated. He looked at Nyota and back down to his member both answering the question written on her puzzled face. " It is a lubricant that males make before intercourse..."

With her question answered, focused back to her earlier point as she narrowed her eyes at the Vulcan and lifted her chin. " I'm not burdensome or troublesome."

He mirrored her expression and pulled her firmly onto his lap, his lok rubbing in between the hot cleft of her sex as he ground up against her. She trembled with a soft whimper and held onto Spock's shoulders. " You're not being fair! I can barely think when you do that."

" Is that so? I hardly think it's fair for you to come here in this..." he quipped, grabbing a hold of her dress and shredding the garment in two with ease, taking delight as he listen to her shriek as she hurried to cover the newly exposed skin. He thumbed the fabric in his hands and let it fall to the floor. "...this flimsy dress..., force me to watch you shake from the cold and obligate me to keep you warm. My climate controls are already set to Vulcan standards what would you have me do, turn the temperature higher and have me possibly suffer a heat stroke? Look at you, shivering. This will not do. As your host I must endeavor to keep you warm, no matter the difficulties I will have to face."

She bit a her lip and she furrowed her eyebrows and Spock wondered if he had gone to far. That was until she rubbed up against him. That was all the encouragement he needed to get started. He crushed her soft torso to his and rubbed his face along her neck, angling his head so he could whisper in her ear.

" First, I'll need to check your internal temperature...orally."

" Orally?! Wha...WHOA!" she yelped as her head and shoulders bounced onto the carpet and Spock took a firm grip of her hips as he pulled her bottom up towards his face. Looping one arm around each leg, he spread them wide and held her still as he snaked his pale green tongue down her thigh, across her mound and gave her clit a light nip.

Nyota flinched with a mew and he eyed her through the neatly trimmed patch of hair and slowly sunk his tongue into her tight, wet heat. She clenched around him, holding his thick, raspy tongue in place and Spock growled at the low, throaty moan that proceed his name as Nyota's moaned and her toes curled.

He ventured deeper, focusing on licking spots inside her where she fidgeted and whimpered the most, and found that she seemed to enjoy the way his nose repeated brushed against her clit as he mouthed her pussy hungerily.

Nyota transformed before his eyes from a vivacious dancer into a needy, wanton lover. She begged for him to suck and he did so on her swollen clit, she demanded his fingers which he eagerly filled her with, she mewed for his tongue and Spock licked at her slick folds with abandon.

He fought between the desire to close his eyes and focus in on the lewd sounds and mellow taste in his mouth or watching her twist and beg for more. It wasn't until felt her energy coiling tightly within her that he decided without doubt that he wanted to watch him make her climax. It tingled and buzzed along his fingers, lips and tongue and he had to mentally drag himself back for fear of being swept away along with her when she came.

She clawed at the carpet and keened did he nuzzle his face deeply into her sex, lapping at the flood of moisture that coated his fingers and chin.

As Nyota lay shaking and panting he lowered her waist a bit and lined his lok along her spasmming entrance as he sucked at his lips. " You could stand to be 2 degrees hotter by my gauge. I can remedy you of your slight chill, Nyota if you would allow me too?"

" That was a highly illogical way of taking my temperature."

Spock ran his fingers across her pouty mouth, purring when she kissed at the pads. " It was but effective nonetheless. Not to mention enjoyable."

He shifted his fingers over top of her cheeks and felt the tempting brush of her mind, still dizzy from her high numbing his hand as he politely held back from sinking inside. She looked up at him blushed and somewhat sated but like him, she wanted more.

"Nyota...can I...may I have permission to meld with you,...please?" he added at the last moment. Licking his lips he felt stretch and focus gleefully onto him. Almost, a little too gleefully.

Nyota smirked and look off to the side with a hmm. " Ohhh, I don't know, Spock... I don't think you've earned it."

He growled and planted his hands on either side of her face. " I would say I have gone out of my way to accommodate your needs, why should you not indulge me in mine?"

She sniffed, the smell of wine wafting up to his nose. " You need it? Sounds more like you just want it. Anyone could have accommodated me the way you did..."

" Not like me..."

" Earn it and I'll let you meld with me."

He glared at her and sighed right as he pressed himself inside of her with a curt thrust of his hips. She swallowed and gasped at the burning stretch of his lok's fast entrance. Her eyes were shut tightly and held her breath as he pushed further in. " Are you in pain?"

She shook her head and opened her eyes slightly. " No, it's just been a while...well you know - Oh my God, mmm do that!"

He shifted his hips and brought her lower back up off the floor, tilting so that every thrust his pelvic bone with come into contact with hers. She silently mouthed at the air as she felt herself being set aflame once more.

" Give me permission."

She dug her nails into his shoulders and hissed as he took a mouthful of her breast into his open maw. " You can't just badger me into giving it to you."

" Why can I not? First you say that I must earn it and now you want to place other stipulations on melding with you while I am left lurching as I try to adjust to your fickle ways?"

When Nyota didn't readily answer he turned his attention back to mouthing at her breasts and settled on holding her hips for the time being.

He had broken many - 16 to be exact - rules for the first date according to the dummies book of what NOT to do during the first dinner at home date but the guide didn't have anything to apply to the context of their particular sexual 'relationship'.

To say it was complicated was truly an understatement and to treat it as such would be a delusion of grandeur under which he did not wish to suffer; the lemongrass side effects were enough.

He was just tired, of all the suppression, of all the secret innuendos and especially weary of not being connected with her in mind and body as he knew they both wanted.

" Please, Nyota?" he huffed out along collarbone.

Spock felt her smile as he licked tentatively at her windpipe and grazed his teeth along her neck while still pumping himself inside her. " Spock are you whining? Would you really stoop so low?"

He growled and nipped her neck with a swift slam of his hips that rattled her teeth.

" Hmm, I take that as a yes. Well fine then, mind fuck me already."

" Nyota, language."

She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out just as he was aligning his hand along her face and sought the familiar weight and signature warmth of her mind. When he submerged himself, he snuggled into her with a deep, resounding purr.

/ Show me...show me how you desire me, Nyota./

/ How?/

/ In your thoughts. Show me a daydream./

As he closed his eyes for focus, he opened his mind's eye to a field of lush, tall grass. The few trees that dotted the landscape were dark and crooked in their branching. The sky was enormous and a very terran blue. / The mara.../

Spock felt a presence behind him just as something pounced him and pushed him towards the ground. He turned in the fall and saw Nyota pinned beneath him, beautiful and sun-kissed with ornate beads and braids in her wet and wavy hair.

" Habari." she cooed, fighting to get loose of his hands and grab a hold of him. He looked at her, puzzled by her language. She blinked and some part within him was filled with a vocabulary that he found both foreign and familiar.

" Hello." he answered by in the same tongue of her people. He eased up on his hold and she wiggled free of his hold entirely.

" Catch me, catch me! Catch me, Spock and you can have me!" she winked calling back in her singsong tongue. She was off before he even made it to his feet. She was a bright blur of red and blue cloth racing across the grass, darting here and there to avoid things that were hidden to him by the grass. He took off and was behind her in a matter of seconds and he confidently reached out to catch her. She spied him and shifted her speed more agile the dream world than the real. He struck out to grab her once more and was again met with air and her tinkling laughter.

" Too slow, too slow! You can't catch me!" she grinned and bolted off into a thicket. He ran in after her, branches scratching and pulling at his limbs as he tracked her. When he came to a clearing he spun around looking for the direction in which she went when he heard her snickering from above. She was up in a tree hanging by the bend of her knees with her arms and hair hanging down loosely.

" You hunt like a vulture." she snorted.

" Vultures do not hunt." he countered.

" My point exactly..." she said before breaking out into a huge peal of laughter. In his mind her feel her amusement and excitement in sharing this side of her. An Uhura, free of Starfleet, the piece of her that was bound to this earth. She nimbly jumped down and landed neatly on her hands and feet.

He walked over as she stood and admired the strong woman before him. A female of Earth, a lady of Terra. In her vision she pictured him as fierce and devoid of most of his clothing and he used this image to his advantage.

He loomed above her, holding the back of her neck as he pushed his hips up against her. She melted into his touch but playfully swatted his hands away as he started for her waist. This continued until he growled and pushed her to the soft, damp earth. " Obey me."

She lifted her chin and snorted at him. " Make me."

He fell down beside her, flipping her over to her belly before she could fend him off. He kneed her legs open and held her by her scruff as he pushed himself inside her, both of them groaning in sync as he shifted and found a comfortable position. Here she was loud, her vocalization carrying far beyond the thicket as if she wanted for the whole Mara to her of her great pleasure. She still arch back and swiped at his torso when he was in reach.

Spock snarled and angled her more into the soft bedding of the grass. " If you want to act like an unruly lioness, then I will treat you as such."

He leaned forward, pushing his superior weight onto her and bite her shoulder as he ground into her. She hissed in pleasure and arched as best she could into lok's assault, clawing the dirt and licking her lips as he took her harder and faster than he had started to in the begin. He felt her immense pleasure in his display of strength and prowess and learned a bit more about her in their meld.

She loved him at his most primal, when his emotions were raw and boiling over into his actions, his fear of her seeing him as lesser during the display gave way into a commingled joy of their rough and noisy coupling.

He felt her physical body churn in sync with her id and the African beauty pinned beneath him pawed at the earth as she came with a shriek. Spock's grew heavy as she milked his lok for demanded his climax in turn. He released her shoulder from his mouth and ran his face along her sweat beaded back, lapping at it as he felt himself come closer. A sharp stab of concern jabbed at him and he released the meld to look down at the real Nyota.

" What is amiss?" he asked shifting her leg and resting her foot along his chest. He did not want to stop and he hoped that the slight change in position would alleviate any pain she may have experienced.

She arch beneath him as he held her foot in place with one hand and leaned his weight onto the other. He slowed his thrusts but still ventured deeply and the leg she had wrapped about his hip tightened and she looked away from his face with a soft sigh of feeling almost overwhelmed by him.

" Please don't..." she whispered softly, her fingers clawing into the fibers of the carpet as he pressed her into, over and over again.

" Please do not what, Nyota?"

She bit her lip and shut her eyes into slits, releasing a small contented moan as he slanted forward, sinking deeper inside her.

" Come in me."

He released his hold of her foot and planted his hands on either side of her head, staring at her with unblinking eyes. A few seconds later he jerked and pulled out of her just as the first rush of his torrent pulsed out and marked her belly in a white, hot, sticky puddle. She held his face as he stroked his length from head to knot in his tight fist, hissing as the last of his orgasm tapered off and rung him dry.

He panted in ragged breaths above her and watched as she slowly sat up to embrace him. He went into her arms willingly, uncaring about the semen gumming up and matting in the hair along his chest and abdomen. They remained in that position for a while into Spock folded his legs and gathered Nyota into lap. She ran her fingers lightly up and back his back and his eyes fluttered shut. Guided by a desire to do so, Spock cupped her head right below her jaw and pulled her face to his, giving a deep, groan of contentment as he felt the wispy tendrils of her mind sweep across the skin along his psi points.

" You don't regret this do you?" she asked timidly.

He nuzzled past her face and into the crook of her neck and shoulder, planting a kiss at the juncture. " I regret none of the things we have done. "