a/n: sick again. god help me

The shuttle ride to campus felt like the longest she had ever taken. Nyota stood holding the silver rail in the middle of the tram's interior, while worrying away her polish with the nail of her thumb.

Each and every indiscretion played round and round in her mind in an infinite loop of damnation. She had slept him; not once, not twice but multiple times. The more they came together the easier Nyota found herself falling prey to it.

She had never done something quite like this, the magnitude of which would follow her around like a scarlet letter if caught.

One question had been haunting her since the moment that kissed, kept her up and kept her ill-at-ease. Was it worth?

In some ways she could honestly say it was. The space between them had been better than it had ever been. Spock still teased her and worked at her nerves but it was more to be playful than anything else.

He did his assigned duties and made himself busy. Just this week he had taken it upon himself to start streamlining her schedule. In the course of a couple of weeks Spock had gone from her TA to working like six extra pair of hands on everything that came across her desk.

She wanted to say it was just to make her work day easier but when she was repeatedly left with no excuses to stay late at work and take him up on his offer to escort her home, Nyota started to see Spock's angle.

It was clear to see that for Spock this was more than just sex. He sought her approval above anyone else's and that's where things got fuzzy.

He shouldn't be seeking her approval, not in the new way that he had been, not in the way that he had started to. Nyota's once empty evenings had become riddled with heart-racing excitement. Trying to evade her neighbor's gaze while simultaneously sneaking Spock in her house like she was some love-struck teenager left home alone was typically what got her heartrate up.

In the beginning she worried Spock might blackmail her to get her to do his bidding. He seemed insatiable. Every little bit of her he got only whet his appetite. He took her in way she hadn't even known possible, in some ways Nyota thought he shouldn't. And the mind melds-

Nyota dipped her head lower to avoid anyone seeing whatever face she was making. Just reminding what he shared with her in the light mental link had been enough to make her turn her head each time he raised his hand.

The shuttle slowed to another stop and hummed loudly as it exchanged old passengers for new ones. As the new riders found their seats or standing room, Nyota watched them with a guilty little thrill.

How obvious was she, she wondered. Was it clear for any of these strangers to see that she had haphazardly tossed all sense and security out of the door to allow her Cadet free reign of her body? Her mind?

And possibly my heart…?

That was the fuzzy part, that was the frightening aspect. As much as she could say they couldn't work out, there was a small but growing part of her that said they could. She said a growing part because in fact they were working out. Whatever they were, they were carrying on, harmoniously in fact. And could continue on that way unhindered if it weren't for her peccant mood.

It came to her after they lay spent beneath the sheets. It rubbed alongside the balmy ease of her orgasm until no more relief could be felt in it. How could she say she truly cared for Spock if she felt guilt in falling in love with him? Love wasn't something you should feel sinful over.

It was true that at one point she loathed him, if only because the Vulcan was a liability for her career gains. Little did she know she would be throwing away both of their prospects if they were to ever get caught.

You have that tattooed alien eat your ass out one time and you lose your gotdamn mind.

Nyota shook her head and requested the next stop. She needed to be alone. Walking the rest of the way on campus and to her office should help soothe her nerves.

She quickly moved off to the side and made her way towards the northeast quadrant of the campus. She stuck to trodding along the bordering walkway to avoid running into too many people she knew.

But that wasn't to be.

" Uhura! Hold on a minute!"

Nyota's throat constricted as she spotted a familiar figure breaking off its walking companion to cross the street and intersect her path. She coughed to clear it and feigned her typical expression of cool collectiveness. " Good morning, Captain, sir."

Kirk scoffed through his nose and drew up alongside her. " You're formal this morning. Nice shoes, nice hair-do. Had a good night's sleep for once?"

Yeah, after the Cadet put my ass to bed…

" Yes, I've been feeling well rested lately. What's up?"

Kirk stuffed his hands into the pockets of his slacks and gazed up at the sky through the overhanging branches of the ancient oaks lining the green. " I heard about the Vulcan diplomatic soiree you went to."

A thousand fucks, why?!

Nyota kept her pace and fought to keep her voice just as even. " Oh yeah? What did you hear?"

Kirk looked at her from the corner of his eye and shrugged. " Heard that we made a splash. A good one according to the brass. Spock escorted you?"

It was her turn to shrug. Nothing incriminating about that. " Yeah he was pretty mild mannered with the exception his behavior towards of his family."

And his fiance. But then again that whole scenario was screwed from the get go…fuck, she had slept with someone who was spoken for. Whether he was a willing participate or not, it was still trashy...

Kirk groaned with a pained expression. " Yeah, them. About that...sorry I let you fly blind on that one."

Nyota's brows knit together as she turned her head to stare at him. " You knew they would be like that?"

Kirk chuckled and shook his head. " I couldn't see it going any other way. I met his parents along with the admirals. We're still taking bets on who has the biggest stick up their ass. acted as if we were going to corrupt her already corrupted son."

Nyota snorted with a laugh at the last bit. She hoped the timing of it was right. She hadn't wanted to laugh, just knew that she should if she were going to keep her own corruption of Spock a secret. " She was a piece of work. Not even two minutes in and she absolutely hated me."

" That's one way of putting it." Kirk agreed, smirking. " I also heard that Spock is really becoming a man about campus. He's fallen in with some red squadron cadets?"

Nyota nodded and adjusted her purse. She had worn her hair differently that her typical ponytail and she was fast remembering why she normally wore it up as her purse continued to snag it. " Yes, actually. Christopher Pike, the current Captain, has taken a liking to him. He's willing to go blank slate with him and ignore the tattoos."

" The what?"

Nyota cursed herself and went on the offensive to recover. " Tattoos. He has a whole slew of them."

Kirk made a face at the newfound knowledge and grimaced. " And how would you know?"

Nyota rolled her eyes and put on her best ' you're putting me out' face. " I've been training that male for months and the gym and you don't think I wouldn't have seen something when he was working out?"

Kirk paused and gave a slow nod of acceptance. " Sheesh, who would have thunk it?"

Nyota mentally sighed. That was close. Too close for her comfort if she were being honest. " Yeah it's uncommon but it is practiced in some places on Vulcan."

" Just as long as they stay where people can't readily see them, I don't think it will be a problem."

Maybe this is not the time to mention that he also worked in a tattoo parlor…? It wasn't a new development but something Nyota had only recently learned about her new...uhhh male friend?

" I'll be sure to mention that to him later." she assured, on both points. Kirk just wanted a poster boy for the brass. He didn't specify which type of poster he would be modeling for...okay he did but he didn't need to know about all the things Spock was up to. Or into…

Kirk untucked his hands from his pockets and smiled at her warmly. " I'm glad you're the one to take on this project. I know he's a pain in the ass but I can tell he cares about you."

Nyota nibbled at the inside of her cheek and gave a timid grin back. " He's not as bad as I thought he'd be."

Kirk tilted his head. His expression was stern but his eyes were still playful. " Just be careful. Cadets are known for getting on starry eyed about their favorite professors. With Spock, he might be bold enough to put some moves on you."

Well, actually…you might be surprised to learn it's the other way around...

" I'll be careful." she said solemnly. And she would be. There was no margin for error in this, no way that either of them could make it if they messed up now.

" Good." Kirk grinned, looking more at ease. " You just let me know if he's bothering you too much and I'll make sure he regrets it."

" Bye Kirk." Nyota groaned. She broke off from him as he was still giving her grief. He played too much. Actually, he was a good match for her. It would be good times being his commander aboard the Enterprise, if that ever happened. She might have ruined the opportunity now.

She turned on the sidewalk towards her building, staring at the pavement. Her eyes burned to look up and gaze towards the back of the language hall to see if he was there at the corner smoking as he often times did in the morning.

He would typically face away from the quad, curling plumes of smoke into the air through his nose as he meditated over God knows what. She would find him and in the next moment as if sensing her eyes he gave the slightest tilt to his head and crawled his attention towards her.

Dressed in his Cadet reds he looked like a horrible mishmash of the young Cadet she met six months ago and the Vulcan vagrant that had been eye-fucking her outside of that grimy dive over near the bay.

Even now she focused just so Nyota could have sworn she caught the scent of his favorite tobacco lingering there in the air.

Don't look up, don't look up. If you don't look up you won't tempt fate looking at him looking like a sexy, gothic dragon while he smokes.

Nyota peeked up. She couldn't help it. Who could blame her with the way he made her feel and the way he went about it.

Probably by the grace of God he wasn't there but the smell of Bolian tobacco hung unmistakably in the air. He was already here, not that he wouldn't have been. He was still carrying on his new ritual of dropping off breakfast and coffee. She had requested that if he continued to start bringing lighter fares so she could watch her weight.

Spock had merely given her one of those cheshire cat grins, the one where his eyes crinkled while only the corners of his lips twitched up in amusement. " You worry needlessly."

He held up a churro, dipped it slowly into the infamous chocolate sauce and held it before her mouth. Nyota had ground her teeth but begrudgingly parted her lips. He edged the pastry forwards, letting it butt against her lips so she would be forced to open wider. When he finally slid it in, the weight of it press heavy against her tongue in a way that reminded her of his lok just a few nights ago. Her jaw was still sore from that foray.

When she had finally decided to bite and chew it he withdrew it with a triumphant grin. " Ashvel, you'll never be the wrong size, the wrong weight. You are beautiful."

He had discarded the churro to take a quick sip of the chocolate sitting there between them. Nyota had lifted a single brow in a warning but the other brow was soon ascending too as Spock lowered himself down to come face to face with her.

Spock studied her quietly before he finally decided to speak. " Beside...I can think of a few ways to expend your extra calories…"

Nyota shivered when his tongue slinked out to lick at the stray crystals of cinnamon-sugar dotting her lips. His tongue was sweet slip of wet velvet when he kissed her afterwards but she didn't want to get lost in dangerous observations. With more strength than she could normally credit herself Nyota had drawn away from his mouth and shook her head. " We can't. Not here."

There had been a challenge in his eyes but he stayed his advances. For good measure, Nyota also took the chocolate cup and finished it herself, threatening to do so each time he brought churros because he couldn't be trusted not to 'drink on duty'.

That exchange had ended well enough yesterday but what of this morning? There was always something he was getting into or having her rant over.

Her Nyota sighed audibly when she didn't catch sight of him in the admin area and teacher's lounge. She grunt though when she found him puttering around in her office. Puttering wasn't really a way to describe any Vulcan but as it was Spock was going about organizing and dusting things about the walls and her desk.

He turned towards her as she entered and Nyota felt the full weight of his stare as he looked her over in clear approval. " Commander, ma'am. Good morning."

" Good morning, Cadet. At ease."

Spock's eyes followed her progress as she walked over the brown bag at his desk. " Egg sandwich?"

" With avocado and salsa. I heard that it is a 'thing'. If you prefer something else, I can go retrieve it?"

She chuckled to herself and shook her head. " I'm fine. I'll probably eat it as an early lunch. I want to get started on these midterm papers."

She cross-stepped towards her desk and took a few PADDs in hand. "The way that some of these Cadets are writing you would think they weren't even in my class."

He came up behind her and teased the hair at her neck. Her hands tightened around the PADDs she was sorting as he leaned in with his weight. Nuzzling the side of her face Spock hummed against her ear. " Your hair is particularly stunning today."

" Spock…" She shrugged hoping to put space between them but he took it as an invitation to come closer. His hips were pressed up against her swell of her backside, none too modestly.

Shifting on her feet, Nyota could feel his erection there, hot and rigid against his pants as he rolled it between the cleft of her rear. She shuddered as Spock crushed his nose in the space between her ear and her scalp and took a long, ragged whiff. " You smell outstanding as well. Do you smell as splendid elsewhere?"

" Spock, please." She said firmly but even to her own ears she sounded weak and needy.

After that night of drunken sex, Spock had been dogged. It wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't want him too.

Before she could catch herself, Nyota leaned back against him and audibly moaned as she sniffed that intoxicating scent of whatever he wore. Hmm it was probably just the way he smelled though. From their time together she hadn't caught him putting on anything special.

Gah, what am I doing she growled at herself jerking away. One of them had to be strong, otherwise this was going to get more out of hand than it already was.

Pushing away from his body as best she could, Nyota put distance between them. " I know this all feels like fun and games but let's be serious. We had sex but that's it. We were drunk and you were there...and-"

Spock released her hair and turned her body around to face him. Nyota frowned at his heavy handedness but he continued on, backing her against the desk as he glared at her coldly. " Is that going to be your excuse about that evening, Nyota? You were inebriated? I was convenient? You were swayed by the emotional upheaval of having your Vulcan Cadet take your mind so you let him take your body as well?"

" I,.. I was though...we shouldn't have then. And we really shouldn't now." she spit out with much less verve than typical. All too late did she notice that he was touching her. He knew that she didn't mean it, not entirely.

He gave one brow a lift and tilted his head, highlighting the undercut along the side of it." How moral of you." he replied glibly.

Nyota bit her lip with a chasten expression and cast her eyes to the ground. When it was spoken so plainly the whole experience sounded worse than she originally thought. She hadn't used him but well...maybe she had…?

Spock huffed down at her and licked his lips. Nyota's eyes betrayed her and watched the light green tip of it move down over his cupid's bow. She knew how they felt, how hot they had been across her skin as he mouthed across her neck and fucked her from behind. Nyota also knew that Spock knew how much she had liked that...and how much she liked him.

She glanced up to find the Vulcan eyeing her darkly and darted her gaze back to the side. Fuck, what the hell was she doing?! She needed to be dissuading Spock, not fantasizing about his damn mouth!

" Do you want me, Commander?"

Nyota's eyes widen and her face went pale with shock. Did he just ask her outright if she wanted to fuck him?! She could barely believe it...just barely. It wasn't like they hadn't already.

Narrowing her eyes, Nyota sneered at him and put as much attitude in her voice as she could muster. " You are out of line, Cadet!" she snapped angrily before putting half of her back to him. The absolute nerve of this male!

Spock didn't look the least bit cowed by her reprimand and goaded Nyota further. " Yes but may out of line but need I remind you that you already are too, Commander, ma'am."

She opened her mouth and closed it again with a furious scoff.

That did it, she was cursing him the hell out as soon as she could settle on what to call him! If she spoken then as she wanted, it would have been nothing but a string of Vulcan profanities. Cheeky, alien bastard was on the tip of her tongue ready to fly out of her mouth with fucking, son of a krin-tu (wolf-bitch) following closely behind.

Whirling around on her heels to face him, Nyota leveled the best dominating stare she could manage. " What the hell do you want, Cadet?"

" An answer. A simple yes or no." he said quietly. He was fiddling at the seam of her uniform collar between his thumb and forefinger. When she looked up from the fabric she saw he was staring at her. " Do. You. Want. Me, ma'am?"

Nyota stood outraged and offended. And equally quiet.

Spock's lips twitched with the faintest hint of a smile as he braced his hands on the desk and loomed over her. As his face came closer, Nyota turned hers away with a huff of annoyance.

Spock exhaled through his nose in a way she knew he expressed amusement and chased her face from one side to the other. " So quiet now. I am at a loss as to what it could mean. Could you be ever so kind as to enlighten me, Commander? Human ways are so strange and you are my teacher in such matters. Teach me, Commander Uhura."

Nyota clenched her jaw tighter and tried to regain her composure.

She was livid six ways to sunday, furious because Spock looked so good and she knew now that he felt even better but firmly remained her subordinate.

Nyota kept her mouth shut as she angrily ground her teeth together. She was ashamed of what she knew she would say if she answered his question.

His lids fluttered shut and slowly peeled back open with a smoldering stare. " You really do smell incredible. It makes it hard to think being so close to you and…"

Spock's hand left the desk and deftly moved beneath the bell of her uniform. With a dexterity that was still baffling to her, Spock slid the seam of her panties over and quickly dipped a finger inside her. Nyota gasped and grabbed the edge of the desk. A PADD hit the floor as her hips involuntarily bucked against his hand. " Oh!"

Spock's lips parted as his watched her face go from pale shock to a bright blush as his finger moved against her. All too soon he removed his hand and slipped the wet finger into his mouth. Nyota watched in titillated horror as his Spock's eyes shut again, eyelid by alien eyelid.

He held them that way while sucked the digit clean with a rousing purr. She swallowed roughly as his tongue snaked out between his lips and dragged wetly across his knuckle with his finger still lodged in his mouth.

Fuck. Now why did he have to go and do that?

When he reopened his eyes, Spock pulled the finger free with a hollow pop. His hot stare was burning brighter now. He asked her again. " Do you want me, yes or no, Commander Uhura?"

The scent of her cream was on his breath and breezed across her nose as he spoke. Nyota squirmed her bottom against the edge of the desk and slowly opened up her mouth to speak.

No! Say no! Say no, damn you!

Her head screamed as she looked up at his face hanging inches above hers. Just as he said she had already stepped out of line and crossed the boundaries. They had together but she was under no delusions that she took the first step. It just appeared that Spock wanted her to keep on walking this thin line of relationship dynamics.

Oh hell this wasn't right! Spock was hers to protect and command, not to please and adore. Nyota closed her mouth and tried again.

The hand that was between her legs earlier went to her face and cupped her trembling jaw. In the heat of his palm she felt his affection and something more that resembled an emotion that could ruin them both. " Nyota?"

" Yes?" she mumbled miserably. Her name. Why did he have to go and use her name like that? And that feeling, that feeling that neither of them should have for one another. She had lost her control not only over him but herself as well.

When exactly had it happened and how? Had there been someway to prevent it or were the emotions between them fated? Her thoughts this morning on the shuttle had seemed like a nervous mind left to wander but look at this...

Nyota blinked rapidly as his hot hand smoothed itself along the side of her face, dampening her cheek with salvia and her wetness.

Spock stilled above her, no doubt witnessing the conflict playing within her mind as his hand held her cheek or perhaps he felt her inner turmoil as his own. " You want me?"

" Yes." Nyota repeated, a little stronger this time but her face was hot with shame. Her eyes were wet with tears that could fall at any moment as the epiphany of it all came crashing down around her.

This was the end of her career. This was the perversion of her command. This was what she wanted now. Him. " Yes, I want you."

Spock leaned over and sent the contents of her desk skittering to the floor with a swipe of his arm. She jumped in surprise but stilled as Spock placed her on the freshly cleared desk with an audible thump and neatly fastened his lips over hers. The moment he touched her, Nyota lost what little control she still possessed to a rush of mind-numbing desire. She didn't want to be touch, she needed to be.

Clawing one hand at his shoulder and the other into the soft, short bristles lining the crown of his head, Nyota was moaned into his mouth as his tongue snaked within hers. Spock hummed at needy sounds of desperation and pawed at her person with equal enthusiasm.

Coming from a people who disdained touching, Spock certainly enjoyed kissing her. Not that Nyota ever truly minded, he was hellishly good at it. Nyota moaned once more as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss with a groan of his own.

While her hands came together to make a graceless inspection of his hair, Spock's hands busied themselves with pushing at her skirt and pulling at her underwear. He made an irritated huff when he could get neither over her ass and in his frustration pushed up the front of her skirt and ripped off her panties.

Nyota jerked against his mouth as the fabric bit into her skin but Spock's hands were already there at the source of her pain, moving his fingers over her hips in small, electric circles and back towards her rear to draw her closer.

All thoughts of having him calm his hands and actions were dust in the wind as she wound her hips against his. They could have been slow, taken the time to be sensible but Nyota didn't think that either of them could manage. The longer she touched him, the stronger the mounting sense of impatience to have him inside her beat at her.

" Spock…" she whined breathless, breaking the kiss and rubbing her body against his. At the sound of his name Spock's eyes snapped open and trained themselves on her flush, panting face and closed his mouth back over hers with a rumble that was made her sex clench.

Nyota's head spun in a conflicting mix of lust and protests as she continued to kiss him. She was hungry as she was convicted but at the first touch of his lips against hers she couldn't stop herself. The need to have him fuck her was so strong, Nyota's body trembled as she fought to suppress herself from climbing him like a pole. If she didn't have him soon she thought she might actually cry.

Spock's hand crept over the clip holding her hair and crushed it with a crackling pop that echoed in her ears. Tossing the destroyed plastic over his shoulder, the lean cadet knit his fingers between the light coils and fanned the curls over her shoulders.

Her legs slid up around his waist and dug into the two dimples she knew dotted his lower back. Spock rumbled with approval as he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt and unfastened his slacks.

Nyota listened to the thump of the button popping free and the tinny whine of the zipper drawing down and pulled him closer. As wildly as she was clawing at him, Nyota was using the same amount of energy to force her guilty conscious down into the back of her mind.

If the tables were turned, Nyota would have pursued Spock as he was doing with her, wouldn't she? And if there hadn't been any rules and regulations between them, they would have already been something more, right? And if his age was counted in terran years they could be seen as a couple with an average age gap, surely?

His fist bumped up against her entrance as his hand guided the head of his lok inside her. She whined and shifted as he pushed with forward with a pop and a stretch. He withdrew a bit and pushed back going deeper and forcing her to stretch further. Her eyes crossed and fluttered shut as ring around the middle of his cock slipped in and plucked her channel's entrance. She was really starting to appreciate Vulcan anatomy.

Spock broke the kiss and pushed her back on the desk. " Glantau nash veh, Nyota. ( Watch this one)"

She did and followed the movement of his arms as they move to either side of her waist. Leaning his torso down, he forced her legs wider and used the space to delve deeper. Nyota swallowed and closed her eyes against the sensation when he barked at her in hushed tones. " Sharu nikhn eh glantau guv'tvi'rivak. (Open your eyes and look at this one fuck you.)"

Her eyes snapped up to see him shaking above her. She can feel his control wavering. Nyota was tempted to test him but thought better of it. There's no telling what he would do and how loud she might get as a result.

" Lock the doors." He said with a pump of his hips.

She bit her lip and groaned out the command. " Computer, lock office door…"

As they hear the telltale click of the bolt sliding into place Spock started to buck against her. It was slow going at first. She not wet enough and his anatomy doesn't help matters but he was eager and she was hungry.

After he built a rhythm Spock took a rattling breath and spoke to her. " Du fai-tor po nash veh tishau du goh? (You know why this one favors you only)?"

When she didn't answer right away he took a hold of her waist and pushed his lok to the hilt. Her mouth flew open with a simpering whine, gagging at the air. " No. I don't know why you like me…"

" Talapau.(Guess.)"

He changed his rhythm and took her not so slow but as deep as he could manage. The strokes knocked the wind from her lungs with a haahh but she gathered enough air to answer his request. " You...you think I'm pretty."

" Ri. Du isha etum ri takov. Talapau a'ashiv. ( No. Besides, you're beautiful not pretty. Guess again.)"

Once more he altered the pace and made his trusts quick and shallow. The change had his medial ring bumping deliciously across her entrance with every push and pull. Nyota's hands cover her mouth as she moaned in near craze against him. God it shouldn't feel so good. He shouldn't feel so good.

" Tishau nash veh du fai'ei du rom ko. Goh t'nash veh rom ko. ( This one favors you because you are a good girl. My only good girl.)

The pressure felt almost unbearable but it folded and doubled with the intensity of his stare. He swirled his hips and her body tried curling in on itself. He leaned closer and brought her knees down onto the desktop, folding her in half. His belt buckle jangled against the desk, knocking it issuing a hollow thump from the metal casing. Her hands went to his head and bit their nails into his scalp.

He groaned and shook himself like a wet dog. " Lerash. Ulidar nash veh, rom ko. (Harder. Mark this one, good girl.)"

She trembled and broke with a sob against him. Her nails scratched bluntly across the short buzzcut along the side of his head and snagged against the clear studs in his ear tips. Spock hiss and reared up with groan. " Ni ri, ni bathqa ri…! ( So good, so expletive good)"

Digging his fingers into flesh of her hips Nyota's Vulcan rutted against her like a mad bull. Nyota shook her head and bit her mouth shut. Even then she could still feel her teeth clicking together every time his body hits against hers.

His head rolled back and right at the edge of his collar she can spot the top of the tattoo circling his neck and chest. She closed her eyes again and heard him snarl about it. She didn't open them at the sound of his displeasure because she doesn't want to see what they did, what they're still doing.

" Gvu'rivak glantau nikhn, Nyota! (Effin open your eyes, Nyota!)" he hissed between his teeth.

She shook her head and bit her lip. She's not the good girl he thinks her to be she thought, just look at what she let him do...again. She felt Spock fold back down right as the heat of his mouth clamped down her neck. She screamed in spite of the hallway just outside the door as he groaned into the flesh of her neck. The bite stung somehow worse than the one he left on her thigh as the muscles lining her spine and throat reeled in pain. She went back to scratching his head and chest as he bit down harder. " Spock…!" She trilled but he's still grinding against her.

After a minute he pulled back and shot her a streaky, red tooth smirk. " Pi-nil ni du vokau. (Just so you remember.)"

" Remember what?" she sniffled tearfully.

" That you are mine, good girl." He crooned in standard. He covered her mouth with his and locked their fingers together. Their foreheads bumped and Nyota's dazed by his lust. There was a distinct and frightening desire to possess her crawling beneath his skin and it was seeping through their hands. She tried to loosen his hold but he just fucked her harder. Her nerves frayed and shorted out at the emotional overload. That feeling, that admission of complete and utter devotion came crashing down against her. She doesn't want to name it but she has little doubt of what she feels from him.

Nyota keened into his mouth. Spock groaned back into hers and came with a shake. His hips braced against her with each searing gush and she felt the thick liquid start to slip between the cleft of her ass and onto her skirt. When she heard the liquid trickling onto the floor she became concerned.

She broke the kiss and spat out a curse. " Fuck! Spock look at what you did!"

He blinked at her with disinterest and nipped at her chin. " What are you referring to?"

" I'm referring to the fucking cum you got on my uniform."

He nuzzled against the bite at her neck, further agitating the angry skin there and hummed with amusement. " Do not concern yourself. I will clean it."

" With what Spock? You pumped in nearly a liter! No amount of wet wipes is going to help me right now! Oh God someone will know! They'll see it slipping down my leg in the middle of class and know! Oh God!"

She was still stricken with panic as he slid down off her body and down to the floor. Nyota was reciting what her resignation should say when she felt Spock's mouth close over her pussy with a deep, throaty groan.

She shot up off of the desk and moaned into the office space. " Oh my God! Spock! What are you doing?!"

Spock looked up from her lap with a languid blink and spoke against her slit. " Cleaning you."

" But...but you just came inside me!?" She sputtered.

" Hence why I am cleaning you."

Nyota threw back her head and fisted the hair along his crown. He was doing that purr in his chest and it was traveling right along his tongue. And his tongue! It laved at her like a well, worn sponge, thrusting inside of her and curling along the walls.

Her thighs tightened around his head and the purr deepened in his throat. " Spock...I'm...I'm going to…"

" Come?" he mumbled into her. His grip on her tights tightened, signaling he already well knew answer.

She nodded emphatically and wailed as she nearly lost it on his tongue. She felt him smile against her folds and pull her closer still to his face. " Do you not want to?" he asked softly, kissing the swollen lips of her sex.

" I...I shouldn't." She quailed, shutting her eyes tighter. Spock curled his tongue into a shape of the Vulcan T' and chuckled lightly as she shuddered with a lolling whine.

" Why not?" He crooned.

" Because this isn't right." she spat, shaking her head.

He shake his head back as best he could between her legs and licked his lips. " But it feels thusly."

" Don't argue logic with me about this! You pushed me!" She sniffed angrily.

He glared at her and growled against her mound. " Remember where I am, Ma'am."

Uhura held her tongue but pouted. She wanted to argue further but she wasn't about to get bitten for it.

Spock withdrew a bit and cut his eyes at her at her stormy refrain. " I may have pressed but I did not fabricate your emotions, Commander. You feel an affinity towards me. We feel it for each other."

Nyota released her fingers from his hair and held onto the edge of the desk. Her hold left the strands standing up on end like a lopsided mohawk above his scowling gaze. It wasn't unattractive. " So what if I do, it doesn't make it right."

He was quiet then. He tilted his head to regard her as he thought before settling back at her weeping entrance. " You are a good girl. Poor little thing."

Her brows furrowed in confusion at his words. " What…? AH!"

She stuffed a fist into her mouth and bit down on her knuckles as her body trembled against his face and the desk. Spock curled his tongue against the roof her sex and pushed his lips over her clit. At the rumble of his purr Nyota came like a rocket. Her pussy locked around his tongue with a death grip. Spock did not seem to mind, only swiveled his tongue. The movement prolonged the sparking tremors and Nyota found she had to hold onto his shoulders for support.

She couldn't breath. All her energy was flooding out of her body into his mouth just as all of her bliss was being siphoned up through the sensitive pads of his fingers.

Spock slurped loudly against her, devouring everything that her slit gushed into his waiting maw. Nyota paled at the display. It was times like this when she felt he was very other. He pushed her closer to his mouth by her ass and groaned into her.

Nyota shivered again and hiccuped aloud as another aftershock sent her rocking along his chin. Spock paused from his ministrations and stood up.

Nyota watched him lean towards her and hiccuped again. The look in his eyes was doting but the hand in her hand was demanding. With a firm butt of his face Spock speared his tongue through her lips and opened her mouth.

What started as an aggressive but innocent kissed devolved into something more lewd as Nyota felt the gummy trickle of their combined fluids seep in through his mouth. She gagged and pushed at his shoulders but the Vulcan brute held her chin and braced her body against him. After he filled her mouth he continued to hold her but broke the kiss. " Swallow me."

Her throat convulsed at the thought of letting the rapidly cooling gel down into her stomach. She looked away from him but he tilted her chin up towards his face. With a sharp juxtaposed he kissed her softly on her lips. His hand went from grasping to cradling as he recaptured her gaze. " Claim me. Swallow me."

Nyota blinked as she forced the tangy, saltiness down past her tongue and into her throat. Spock watched her raptly as if willing the spunk down.

Caressing her cheek with his thumb, Spock sighed against her face. " See Nyota. See what a good girl you are."

What had she done? She had never been so brazen before. Replaying the last 15 minutes in her mind Nyota reeled with shame. His thumb paused rubbing against her and cupped her cheek. " Kan-bu, do not be ashamed. We are logically doing what we know to be natural. Do not cry. Please."

She nodded but her eyes watered anyways.

Spock grunted in disapproval and made a curious noise in the back of his throat like an angry cat. " Nyota. Please, I did not mean to make you sad."

" What were you trying to do then?" She asked softly. She drew herself away from his frame but he pulled her back against him.

" I am sorry. I have never felt this way about a female before. I am...at a loss of how to regard you."

She looked back up to his face as he looked over to the doorway. " I have never been in a serious romantic commitment. You are the first."

The last sentence was spoken hoarsely and he looked as embarrassed as she felt. For a Vulcan.

He bent and started to refasten his slacks around his waist when she wrapped her arms around him. Spock froze as her lips pressed along the underside of his jaw and when she stepped away he regarded her curiously. " To what do I owe the pleasure of your kiss?"

Nyota smoothed her hands over her uniform and shrugged. Just like he said it would be the skirt is strangely rid of the damp stain. She looked back up from her clothing to his handsome and traced the IDIC geometric pattern she knew was drawn into the skin of his chest with her nail. " I don't know. I guess it's because I have an affinity for you…"

Spock seemed to relax at this. He quietly went about putting her desk to rights and place the bag of breakfast alongside her PADDs. As he straightened his jacket, he nodded towards her. " I will be back with coffee for you."

Nyota licked her lips and nodded back. He took one more moment to smooth his hair before departing from her office. As she sat alone Nyota took a deep, unsettled breath.

What the hell was she doing? She just fucked her Cadet and TA in her office! On her desk! Right before classes!

" Shit…" she mumbled cupping her face. She wasn't use to keep secrets and the condemnation of this particular one was weighing heavy over her head. He was falling in love with her if he wasn't there already and she was fast on his heels.

She rubbed at her face and winced as her hair brushed against the lovebite Spock put on her. Nippy bastard didn't even think to place it a bit lower so she could hide it beneath her grays. She picked up her purse and fished out her pocket mirror and went about hiding it underneath her tresses.

Looking back at her flush reflection Nyota knew one thing for certain. She had to two choices as she saw it. Either she defined what they were and kept it a secret or...make peace with possibly breaking both of their hearts.