Character/Pairing: Uhura/Spock, McCoy briefly

Rating: M

They lay there for some moments before Uhura asked Spock where exactly they were.

'Four kilometers north of the outpost.'

'No, Spock. Where are we?' She gestured around her.

'Ah. We are in a burrow.' He crouched, and stepped across their 'bed' of grass, giving Uhura a nice eyeful of his morning wood (he blushed and avoided her laughing eyes), and pushed aside the blankets on the ground that he'd been wearing earlier. They had been covering a large hole that was the entrance to a tunnel now filled with sunlight.

'Looks like a tight fit. How'd you manage to find this?'

'Adam Braxton. The man I told you and McCoy about, the one who helped me.'

She raised her eyebrows. 'How did you find him again?' She held out her arms to him in an unspoken demand.

He complied readily, folding himself in her embrace and leaning over as he murmured, 'Hunting. I have come up with an interesting theory.' His cock nudged her thigh as he kissed her lips.

Uhura sighed, 'Oh, that's nice. I missed that. Again?' Her eyes were languid with renewed desire and he kissed her more deeply this time.

When he first penetrated her, she closed her eyes and moaned softly. She could almost pretend that they were on the Enterprise and this was nothing more than their usual morning routine when they had a chance to wake up together. He filled her and the scrape and glide of his cock left her gasping and moaning for more. She brought her knees up, opening herself wider to him.

It was good to hear him back to his normal self, giving small grunts and sighs of pleasure, to see how he tightly closed his eyes as if he felt too much. And he did, because she could feel it now for herself. His relief that it was morning, his love for her, even his gratitude for the bond they had, which anchored him now in a way that Uhura hadn't realized he needed.

She ran her hands over his back and shoulders, reveling in the feel of his hot, smooth skin and the hair on his chest that rubbed against her breasts and nipples as he pumped in and out of her. He came quickly inside of her and clenched at her hips hard. Seeing his face as he came was enough for her, but when Spock rotated his hips, grinding into her, she bit down on his shoulder as her own climax hit. Their shudders reverberated through the bond and Spock sagged against her.

He rolled over, gathering her in his arms. He took her hands and placed them over his eyes, which he closed. She laughed, knowing that her cooler body temperature was soothing to Spock.

'So…what was your interesting theory? Before we got pleasantly interrupted?' She looked down at him and lifted her hands partially from his eyes. 'Or are you still thinking?'

His dark eyes opened to half-moon slits, 'Poor ship to surface communication, interference with transporter operation and tricorders. I believe this is happening because of significant amounts of a naturally occurring mineral variation of trillium 323. However, I will need confirmation from the ship's computers and to run some tests.'

'Oh. Interesting.' She smiled, then frowned, 'And?'

Spock pressed her hands back down over his eyes and folded his hands across his chest. 'And, when refined, trillium 323 is one of the main components in cloaking technology.'

'Ahhhhhh. Hmmm, but you have a hunch about something?'

He hesitated, reluctant as always to admit to a human reaction, 'Yes.'

'Spock, you know I hate dragging things out of you. What is it?'

'It is nothing. Merely a feeling of…unease.'

'Waiting for the other shoe to drop.'

'Quite. The captain was under considerable pressure to investigate this planet. Not just for the disappearance of the scout party.'

'What makes you say that?' Her frown deepened.

'Only that the case was closed on this investigation for a number of years. Yet, only five months after we obtained the Romulan cloaking device, were we sent here. It could be coincidence, however….'

'However, it's unlikely, right? Somehow Starfleet found the connection between the planet and the device.' She shrugged, 'Well, it's not unusual for Starfleet to go after something valuable.'

'This planet was once in Romulan space, about forty years ago. I do not know if they tried colonizing the planet. I surmise that they tried, and failed, as we did. However, this was before either the Federation or the Empire realized what they had in their possession. The ball, as they say, is now in our court.'

'You think things are going to get complicated.'

'They already are complicated.'

At that moment, somewhere in Spock's wolf-nest, a communicator whistled. Spock sat up and reached into the grass heap, producing the communicator McCoy gave him. 'Spock here.'

'Spock! You pointy-eared bastard! Where the hell is Uhura?!'

'Good morning, Doctor McCoy. I trust you have rested well?'

'No thanks to you! Now shut up and put Nyota on!'

Spock passed Uhura the communicator and gave her a look. 'I will be meditating for an hour.'

'Ok.' She gave him a sympathetic smile. 'Hi, Doctor. Good morning.'

There was a pause on the other end, 'Yes, Lieutenant. It is. And how are you this morning?'

'Oh, I'm fine.' She couldn't keep from smiling and glanced down at Spock. His eyes were closed though. 'Spock and I were just….about to get started.'

'Right, you can spare me the details. Where the hell are you anyway?'

'A few clicks north of you. I'm going to take a look around now, so I'll get back to you today when I find something.'

'Ok, look, Ny….are you alright? How are you feeling?'

'I'm okay, Len. I really am. And so is Spock. I'll tell him you asked.'

McCoy laughed. 'Don't get fresh. Well, keep an eye on him and be sure to check in with me in three or four hours. Ok?'

'I will, sir. Thank you.'

'Alright, darlin'. Talk to you in a bit. McCoy out.'

'Uhura out.' She closed the communicator and rifled through the grass heap looking for her uniform. She shook it out and looked for her underwear.

'Do not stray far from the outside entrance, Nyota. Please take the communicator and phaser with you.' Spock didn't open his eyes.

She struggled to zip up the back of her uniform, 'I won't. And yes I will.'

Uhura ducked down into the hole before Spock could respond to her illogical statement. She was eager to get outside and move around.

When she got outside, she looked around, they were near an outcropping of rocks that sheltered the tunnel entrance.

Marathon sex had a way of making someone really hungry and her stomach growled. She'd kill for a protein bar right now. She'd even take a bite of that thing McCoy killed yesterday. Wishing for a tricorder to help her find something, she took to examining the trees and bushes for something edible to eat.

Remembering not to go too far, she kept the outcropping within her field of vision. There was rockier terrain here. Hilly too. Not like the old growth forest at the outpost. She sighed. She'd just have to wait for Spock. Maybe he knew a place where she could bathe. Something!

'Hello.'

Uhura jumped and raised her phaser as she turned. An older human man with pale skin stood there with a curious, but friendly expression on his face. 'Hi. Who are you?'

'My name is Adam Braxton. Spock told me about you.' He held out his hand.