7

With Spock, everything is planned. Before they make love, they discuss it. They exchange health verification reports, and Nyota explains that she, like all female cadets enrolled in Starfleet, is taking the required monthly hypo to prevent pregnancy. After careful consideration, they agree it's alright to skip condoms. They agree, also, that it should happen at his quarters, and that she would avoid curfew regulation code lockout by staying overnight until at least six o'clock the next morning, when she would be able to scan herself back into her dorm. They discuss what it would mean to their relationship, especially how seriously he is taking it, that he feels so strongly for her he's willing to break rules. She is too, though her penalties would be far less severe. Still, they agree that they must be careful. They must protect their love.

"I should like your hair to be as it was that day you came back for your charger," he says, almost shyly.

"I didn't know you had a preference," she teases.

"I do not. But that day you returned to the lab, I remember...how beautiful I thought you looked. I was grateful for the projector I was working on so you would not see the tremble in my hands when you entered that room. I had no choice but to admit to myself exactly what effect you had on me that day. When we accidentally touched hands, you saw it, too, the way I thought of you," he confesses.

"So that's what that was! I knew it, somehow, but I couldn't figure out how to ask!" she exclaims. "Was that a mind meld?"

"Yes, a small one. I worried you would find my thoughts intrusive, appalling, so much so that you might never want to come near me again," he says.

"Don't you ever think that," she coos. Kisses him. "Show me how you do it. I want to see how it works."

"It takes time for a proper meld to be established. Your desire is a positive start, but it would require additional training or I could very well injure you, which I will not risk. I will control it when I...touch you. It is necessary until we have deepened our bond."

"Well, goodness. I had no idea being with you could be so complex!"

He is quiet for a moment. "I would be greatly disappointed...but I am of full understanding and acceptance that a relationship of this nature could very possibly be too foreign for one who is not Vulcan. If you desire to find a partner who does not require you to—"

"Spock—" she interrupts, "Listen. I'm coming over Saturday. And I'm spending the night. So get those candles ready."

He listens.

The candles scent the air with plumeria, which mix with the fresh scent of rain on pavement from the slightly opened window of his bedroom. He has prepared a dinner, but she refuses it. They can eat later. She wants him, now.

Their clothing comes off, piece by piece, so that that by the time she lay down on his bed, they are both naked. He pushes himself inside of her, causing her to cry out. His arm slides around her waist, pulling her body even closer. She gasps his name. He kisses her.

It's so good. So, so, so good.

"….Krol tor...ashalik…" he whispers in her ear. Their bodies, as one. "Tu hif throk…."

"Ha…Ha…Wani ra yana ro aisha," she breathes, before her fingers clutch his hair, force his mouth back to hers.

6 a.m. my ass, she thinks.

She stays the rest of the weekend.


Krol tor, ashalik- I worship you, my darling

Tu hif throk-Give all to me

Ha-Yes

Wani ra yana ro aisha-I love you