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Chapter 10: Wedding Night

Jim bowed to Deira and waved to her door. "Thank you for the wonderful dances, Miss Deira."

Deira laughed slightly, for the first time that night. Jim felt a thrill of delight and success. He caught her eye and flashed a grin. She blushed and looked away.

"Thank you Captain. I do not believe I have ever danced so much as I have tonight." She smiled delicately at him. Jim was surprised to feel his heart swelling slightly, something that hadn't happened since he had been with Gaila. His gut clenched slightly at the thought of his dead lover. No one was are of the fact that he had in fact loved Gaila. But she was gone.

"Jim, are you alright?" Deira had come over to his elbow and was holding his shoulder. Kirk jerked back and then shook himself.

"Sorry, my mind fled me for a sec there. Nothing to do with you, I assure you." He smiled at her and she gave him a sympathetic look.

"I understand Jim. No need to explain to me. We've all been having such moments since the Battle of Vulcan." She let go of his arm and stepped away. Jim blinked in surprise. She was more perceptive than he had thought.

He flashed another smile, "Yes. Still, very rude of me to go off into my own little world with your right here. Anyways, thanks again. Enjoy your sleep Lt." he clasped his hands behind him. Deira straightened and saluted.

"I intent to read some Shakespeare first." She replied, grinning. Kirk eyed her suspiciously, wondering if she was joking. Then he realized she wasn't.

"Oh, yes. Enjoy that then." He waved and headed off. Behind him he heard her turn with a small laugh and enter her room. He wondered if she had purposefully mentioned Shakespeare to remind him she was not the normal type of girl, to remind him that his normal attitude would win no ground with her. He smiled to himself at this thought. Like she could settle him? The mere idea was ridiculous. He laughed and headed towards his quarters. He had just reached them, and was looking forward to a good night's sleep when a communicator beeped.

"Kirk to bridge, Kirk to bridge."

Jim froze and then rolled his eyes. He hit the return button, "What is it Lt?"

"Sir, we need your assistance please. You are needed on the bridge." The Lt. in charge for the night replied. Kirk groaned.

"Very well, I'm coming." He replied and turned around. He really hoped it wasn't one of those false alarms again. He'd kill someone if they were keeping him up because someone had confused a sine or cosine wave again, or something stupid like that.

Spock heard the door slide closed behind them and lock itself. The room was dim, the lights on twenty percent. He reflected that candles might have been nice, but maybe he could save those for another occasion. He nuzzled Nyota and carried her over to the bed, devouring the smell coming from the box in her hands. She giggled and stroked the back his neck, her long fingers running through his short hair. His ears felt lonely.

"Do you want some chocolate Spock?" She asked softly, making him shiver. Her fingers trailed up to his ears, brushing them and making him burn.

"Yes, Nyota." He purred back and placed her gently on the bed. She leaned against the pillows and he sat down in front of her. Making an effort to control himself, he crossed his legs and clasped his hands. Nyota glanced up and laughed.

"Spock, I'm sorry but you don't do innocent very well." She teased. Spock repressed a smile. He turned his head to the side slightly and raised an eyebrow.

"I assure you, most would never find me guilty." He replied, enjoying the light banter. She laughed, her voice caressing his ears and lighting up his soul. Her delight emanated through the bond, like a warm fuzzy feeling.

Nyota glanced back down at the box in her hands and grinned evilly at him. She gently opened the box. Spock watched in anticipation as she gently picked up a slice of cake and held it before him. His eyes widened in delight. She laughed.

"Not yet Spock." She took the piece and took a delicate bite. Spock gulped, not knowing what was worse torture: not touching her or not eating the cake. He shook as she gently took another bite of frosting. She smiled coyly at him.

"Come and get it my hot sexy Vulcan." She raised her eyebrows seductively and placed the rest of the cake in the box again. Then she leaned down on the comforter and gently licked her chocolate covered lips. Spock's heart beat faster and his blood pressure rose several notches. He glanced between the cake and Nyota in despair. Nyota laughed, her amusement radiating through the bond and sending waves of warmth through him.

"I truly hope you want me more than the cake." She commented. Spock glanced at her and then smirked. He leaned over and picked up the cake.

"For now, I prefer the cake." He stated calmly and took a bite. Nyota cried out.

"Oh you naughty Vulcan! Spock!" She reached up and pinched his ear. He winced and then purred. He turned to look at her, his mouth full of chocolate cake. It was divine. He put the cake back and cupped Nyota's cheek. She smiled at him, and his heart swelled.

He leaned down and kissed her, marveling at the taste of her and the chocolate mixed together. It was a gentle kiss to begin with, but it quickly deepened. Spock forgot the cake and pulled Nyota flush against him. His eyes fluttered closed as their minds became one. His arm went around her to unzip her beautiful dress, which had against all odds, remained unstained. Nyota moaned into his mouth and arched her back to give him better access. Without breaking the kiss he slipped the dress off of her. She finally broke off, panting and smiled at him.

"I've missed you."

"The sentiment is mutual beloved." Spock nuzzled her, overwhelmed by love, desire, joy, ecstasy and wonder. He gazed at her then remembered the dress. Unhappily he released Nyota and stood up. She handed him the dress and drew a finger down his palm, making his shake.

Nyota watched as Spock laid the dress on a chair and then slipped out of his clothes. She rested on her elbows, admiring his beautiful body. She couldn't remember how many times she'd seen him nude, but she never tired of it. She sighed.

"Spock, you're stunning." She whispered. Spock glanced up and his amusement flowed through the bond. And his lips twitched up into a smile. The chocolate was definitely getting to him, she thought happily.

"I believe you have informed me of this already, Nyota. On many a previous occasion." He came over to her and leaned in to peck her lips. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"Before we continue Nyota, I must state you are beautiful as well." Spock stated in a soft sensual voice. Nyota shivered and stroked his ear in appreciation.

"Thank you." Then she recaptured his lips and pulled him down on the bed, so that his skin touched hers. Finally, after twelve days of waiting he was hers again. She loved the feel of his skin against hers, of the fire that followed the path of his kisses and his caresses. She kissed his neck and felt him moan. He leaned down and licked her collarbone, tasting her sweat. Her heart leaped and her mind went momentarily blank. Still he continued on, following the curves of her body and peppering her with warm loving kisses. She stroked his back gently and pulled his head up to kiss him again. He tasted wonderfully of chocolate. She could no longer discern if she was the one receiving the kisses or being kissed. She didn't know where she ended and he began. Their minds wrapped around each other in an endless loving dance. She was aware that a bra was being unhooked and slipped off and she sighed. Yes, yes.

Then suddenly an alert sounded through the room and Nyota froze. Spock did as well and stared at her in disbelieve. A beeping sound came through.

"Spock to bridge. Spock to bridge. We need you now! And I don't care if you naked! Just get up here now!" Kirk's voice echoed through the room, he sounded irritated and tired. Spock's face fell and Nyota's heart dropped. She gazed at Spock, his expression barely visible in the dim light. She had a sudden desire to recapture his lips and ignore the summons. Her whole body was taught from his caresses.

"What could have happened?" She asked, desperately. Spock blinked and she felt his disappointment and distress. She knew he was unhappy and it hurt her. She also knew that if she asked, he would stay with her and ignore the summons. He was partially drunk right then, and he would regret having acted in such an illogical way later. Sighing she leaned over and kissed him.

"Go, it's okay. Actually, I'll come. Then we can be together." She smiled at him, sending him waves of love and calm. He nodded stiffly, his expression cold once more. His eyes however displayed his unhappiness.

"Very well, I shall retrieve our clothes Nyota." Spock stood up and walked over to the closet. He was swaying slightly, Nyota noticed. The chocolate was affecting him more than she had thought! She contained a groan and slid out of bed. Grabbing her bra she mentally swore at whatever was the cause of this disturbance.

Suddenly a fuzzy feeling bubbled within her, tickling her. Then Spock started shaking, supporting himself against the wall. Nyota froze and turned to face him. He was laughing! She raced over to him, to see his face contorted in amusement. He looked at her and handed her a big t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants, his clothes.

She took them nervously, "Spock, what's so funny?"

"Your chosen colorful metaphors are very unique Nyota." Spock stated, a smile on his lips and his amusement radiating through the bond.

Nyota had to laugh at that, "Yes, well I feel rather strongly on the subject."

"Understandably. We are needed on the bridge." He turned towards the door and stood by it, waiting for her. Nyota pulled on the shirt and jogged over to the door, irritated and unhappy and desperately wishing she could kiss Spock and hold him. Her whole body was crying out for him. Spock mirrored the feeling, and without further ado, leaned over and scooped her up into his arms.

"Spock! What are you doing?" She asked in horror as he carried her out of the room.

"Taking care of you." He stated and smiled at her. Nyota gaped and gave up. He was so drunk, and she could do nothing about it. She just hoped this wasn't some sort of prank, because if it was, she was going to murder the captain and to hell with star fleet regulations!

Spock carried Nyota into the elevator, surprised but pleased that no one was around to question his actions. He did not want to explain himself, or put Nyota down. When the doors closed behind him, he pulled her closer to him and kissed her nose playfully. Nyota's arms snaked around his neck and she smiled at him. He knew she was concerned for him, but there was no reason that she should be. He needed to make sure she knew that.

"Nyota, do not concern yourself with my welfare. I am perfectly healthy." He told her. Nyota gave him and look and shook her head affectionately. She cupped his cheek.

"Whatever you say love. But please put me down before we reach the bridge." She pleaded. He could feel her embarrassment and frustration at the situation, but he did not want to release her.

"Why Nyota?" He asked.

"Because I don't want Kirk to get the pleasure of knowing he interrupted something." She replied. Spock turned his head to the side. It was logical.

"Very well." He replied, but didn't put her down. Nyota narrowed her eyes.

"Spock." She ordered. Spock glanced into her eyes, admiring her delicate mahogany skin and beautiful eyes. He leaned down and pecked her lips then set her down on the lift floor. She released him, but before she could move away he grabbed her hand.

She glanced up at him and sighed, "Fine, Spock. You little elf." She squeezed his hand just as the elevator doors opened, admitting them to the bridge. Spock stepped out of the elevator with Nyota following. She really hoped her wedding night hadn't been ruined.

Okay, i divided this chapter into 2 parts...it had been longer before. But i thought this was a good place to stop...leave you waiting to find out what happens next.

I must thank spockjasperwriting for reminding me that star trek is not star trek without their occuring some ridiculous drama...so.....you'll just have to wait and see :P

i'll post tomorrow...but only, only if i get reviews! :P hm...should i be evil and set a number of reviews required for the next chapter to be posted tomorrow?

maybe 7 or 8? JK....but reviews=love!

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