After Spock's small epiphany while meditating he did not know what to do with himself. He could not see Nyota, she would not be returning for another week, but now that he understood his feelings he wanted to see her more. He had been right in his hypothesis that, after their night together, he would find their time apart more displeasing.
That night Spock, for the first time in his life, had trouble falling asleep. He could not help but replaying the scenes of what he and Nyota had done on the very bed he was sleeping on. He had to truly concentrate on not becoming aroused, or hard as Nyota had said. Nyota. Interesting, she had been right in pointing out that he no longer called her Cadet unless he made a conscious point to. He hoped she found that acceptable, he certainly found the idea of her calling him Spock acceptable. And the image of Nyota calling his name—rasping his name, screaming his name—came to him and again he was back to sexual frustration. After an hour of this Spock finally drifted to sleep. But his dreams were not exactly restful.
In his dream Nyota blew him again, sucked his "cock" (a new word he had learned in his research) just like she had that night. She licked up his shaft and swirled her tongue on the tip before plunging his cock deep down her throat.
But before he could "cum" the dream changed. This time she was naked in front of him, squirming on the bed and he reached for her, running his hands over the long legs that had captivated him. When his fingers reached her panties his yanked them off forcefully. Unimpeded, his fingers went deep into pussy and he watched her respond, arching her back off the bed, as he crooked his finger, hitting her g-spot.
Then the dream changed and they in his office. They were wearing their Star Fleet uniforms, her in a dress and boot and him pants and shirt. She was fumbling with his pants, locking eyes with him as she did, until she had them loose and worked them past his hips. He picked her up and placed her on his empty desk, running his hands up her thighs to lift her shirt above her panties. Then he pulled those down as she began to work his cock with her hand. He was already rock hard and needed release. Without warning he thrust his cock into her in one swift motion. She moaned loudly and gripped his back as he continued thrusting, her hips rocking up to meet his. He kept going, he was close. So close and then—
He woke with a start, sweat on his face and guilt playing across his mind. His erection was causing his sheets to tent over his hips. Spock sat there for a moment and started meditating and eventually felt his erection fade. He fell asleep immediately without any further thought on the matter.
When Spock awoke the next morning he felt physically well rested but somewhat mentally drained. He felt guilty for the thoughts he'd had of Nyota and the images his mind had created of her. He wanted to message her and tell her what he had dreamt, to apologize and assure her he would try not to have such thoughts again. But something told him she would not be pleased to receive a message like that at home, he would have to wait for her to return and apologize in person. In her absence, however, Spock's days progressed much as they did before she had become his TA and part of his routine; he simple substituted class for work.
After his usually weekday morning run Spock began coding the advanced command proficiency exam, what the Cadets refer to as the Kobayashi Maru. At approximately 11:00 Spock ceased his work with the exam and began reading through his journals. After an hour he replicated himself lunch and continued reading while eating, making the occasional note on his PADD of items he may like to utilize on the Enterprise. After his lunch, at approximately 1:00, Spock began his work in the Botany Department, studying a new plant sent to Earth for research that was believed to be similar to those that grow naturally on Vulcan. At 6:00 Spock repackaged all his equipment and returned to his quarters.
There, despite having pointedly kept Nyota from his thoughts for most of the day, his mind began to wonder in the direction of a certain couch. As he made dinner he thought of how she had offered to help him and how he had allowed her to help, both acts of kindness that only slightly increased productivity with her slower cooking skills.
Finished cooking, Spock ate his dinner while reading more journals and making notes. When he finished he continued working on his own research paper, reading the martial he had saved as potentially useful sources. After a few hours of work on his paper Spock received a message from Nyota.
Surprised to hear from her already Spock read her message quickly. It was brief and, in many ways, unsatisfying. It read:
I miss you already Spock. Knowing you, you'll be working on your paper right now and I don't want to disturb you. I'm heading out with my mom in a minute but I just wanted to say hi. I know that's an illogical reason but I can't help it. I'll talk to you soon.
It was just after 9:00 in the morning in central Africa and Spock assume Nyota was leaving for errands with her mother, an activity she had told him they did together. He was surprised that he knew what she would be doing despite having had that same knowledge for weeks. Somehow everything he knew about her was different, more personal and, somehow, special.
He wrote back to her:
I too miss our time together. I hope both your family is well and I am glad you able to spend time with your mother, I know you missed her. You were right, I was working on my paper but you did not disturb me; that would be impossible for you. I am pleased you chose to message me. We will speak soon I hope.
He had nothing to really tell her and typing to her felt so formal and strange now, it was how he communicated with students not her. He knew how illogical that sentiment was since he had messaged her only the day before but could not help but feel as though this were different.
After he sent his message, Spock decided to give up on his paper for the night and moved to his meditation room. Although he had gained a great deal of clarity about Nyota the night before while meditating, his thoughts were still occupied with what he was allowing himself to feel for her. He was purging emotion while allowing himself to feel, it did not make sense but Spock could not help himself. He was sure this conflict was dangerous to his Vulcan sensibilities but saw no way around it. He was far too invested in his feelings.