Author's Note: And this where the real fun begins. I thank all of you for your patience and I hope that this (much longer than usual! :D) chapter lives up to your expectations. That's right. The wait is over for my version of S/U smexiness. I want to get my WIPs to certain points before my summer vacation kicks off (in less than 20 days, discounting the days off I get for Memorial Day) because I'm starting part 2 of 3 in my new NCIS trilogy.

Anyway, let's do this and I hope that this chapter will be as satisfying for you as it will be for our heroes.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

Nyota hated Shopping. She didn't hate shopping for literature or for fresh food. No, she enjoyed those jaunts, especially with a certain "Vulcan Love God". No, what she hated was the Shopping that involved malls, changing rooms, attendants with quirky names like Bambi, and spending way too many credits on stuff that she'd barely wear once.

Shopping was a fate worse than Zero-G training to her.

Yet, here she was in the Mall, looking carefully through the selection of Francisca's, the store that her Mama loved to talk about. Well, Francisca's and Wal-Mart…

Francisca's specialized in sexy but modest clothing, chunky jewelry, and a veritable rainbow of (naturally made) cosmetics. It also had a hair salon and a full spa, along with a mini food court, offering synthesizers and chefs. And most important to Nyota, everything was reasonably priced, meaning that she wouldn't have to sell her soul just to get what she needed.

The Street Fair was coming up and this year, she would not be holed up in the library or dragged to debauched party after party with Gaila. Nope, she had her own plans, plans that involved Spock and utter and complete nudity. See, the Street Fair happened to be on the same day as when they could go public with their relationship and damn if she wasn't going to seize the opportunity by the horns.

She was going to dance in the street with him, eat incredible "good for your soul" food with him, and then make love with him until at least noon. Any other plan of action was invalid.

"Ooh, get that! That is perfect!" Gaila insisted as she stepped out of the dressing room.

Indeed it was. She had on a long black Gypsy skirt with thin golden chains and bells around the waist, a purple and pink tank top that showed off her arms and a sliver of stomach, purple and pink bangles, and gold earrings. The sandals were black and easy to get out of and were topped by two small pink rosebuds.

She turned this way and that in the full length mirror, enjoying the light tinkle of the bells and the way the outfit accentuated the positive without being slutty.

"And once we do your hair and makeup…oh, you're definitely getting some hot Vulcan loving tomorrow." Gaila assured her as she adjusted the straps on her own dress.

It was black with emerald trim, making her green skin seem to glow. It was down to her ankles but there was a downright dangerous slit to her hip. The shoes she had picked were low black heels, strappy and cute. She was the seductive lounge singer, the one that would have men panting at her feet.

"That looks great on you." Nyota praised.

"I really like the slit. It shows off my legs without being too trampy. Come on, let's pay for this and then head to the spa. You can't jump your Love God with shabby nails." Gaila advised sagely.

"Believe me, Spock won't care." she assured with an anticipatory smile.

/

He ran on the treadmill, using the physical exertion as a form of meditation.

When it came to Nyota, the fire pot would no longer work nor did the principles his father drilled into him after he attacked Sorevnal. (Control your emotions so that they do not control you… Only Logic provides true serenity). Nyota provided serenity and occasionally letting his emotions take control provided numerous benefits. The small love bite from her on his clavicle gave proof of that conclusion. Logic could not enflame and consume him as she did…

"Jim, give it up, already! The woman doesn't want you! Hell, she doesn't even like you!"

Spock recognized the older cadet from the Xenobiology lab. He was there constantly, studying every species (including Vulcans) that he could get his hands on. Apparently, he was compiling a vast database that when completed, would provide an all encompassing view on all of the known species of the Alpha Quadrant. His name was Dr. Leonard McCoy, a sure candidate for posting on the Enterprise.

Of course, he knew of Cadet Kirk. Who didn't? He was brilliant when he had the proper motivation but most of his energies were directed towards the pursuit of sexual gratification. More to the point, he pursued Nyota with the stubborn persistence of a bulldog. The fact that in less than a day Kirk (and everyone else) would know that she was his k'diwa provided him with the control he needed not to strangle the younger man for even looking at her. Nyota may have forgiven him for his behavior in the library but Spock certainly hadn't. If the man gave him the proper motivation, he would exact vengeance in the way mates did…

"Bones, she's warming up to me." Kirk insisted as he jogged on a treadmill 3 meters away.

"Has she told you her first name yet?" McCoy asked him as he increased the incline on his own treadmill.

"Well…um…no… but she's not taken!"

"Jim, everyone knows that Uhura's got a boyfriend! Just because they're not humping like bunnies all over the place doesn't mean he doesn't exist. It just means that they've got more class than the average bear."

"She doesn't have a boyfriend!"

"Where's your proof?"

"Well, the only dude that she really could be with is some Commander Spork guy and he's Vulcan so there's no way in hell that she'd go after him. She'd probably freeze to death trying to deal with a pointy eared robot."

Spock felt indignation rise up in him at the dismissal but he was outwardly composed. Kirk was absolutely wrong. Nyota wanted him and only him. And she said that she liked the fact he was of a different race. She was fascinated by different cultures and she also made sure to let him know that his ears did not repulse her in any way, shape or form.

Kirk could, in human terms, "take his opinion and shove it up his…"

"Jim, that girl's got something about her that would tame or thaw any man. If it's not him, which I doubt, then it's someone else. Someone who's not you. Let it go. Let it go before you make an even bigger ass of yourself." McCoy replied with practical wisdom.

Spock thoroughly agreed with the recommendation.

/

She found him in his office, looking down into the jubilant crowds.

Instead of his licorice instructor's uniform, he had on a deep chocolate brown Oxford, a pair of black jeans (Spock had jeans!), and a pair of black sandals. The light blue and black bandana tied around his right wrist identified him as an instructor and a scientist.

The small but pleased smile on his face at the sight of her warmed her to her toes.

"Hey. You look great. What did you do to your hair?"

It was uncharacteristically rumpled. It still looked neat but not in such a formal way.

"You look very appealing as well, Nyota. As for my hair, Captain Pike did it. He suggested that I…loosen up… and enjoy this social activity. Which I will since you are my companion." he replied while taking her hand into his.

A shiver went down her spine as images of exactly what he wanted to do tonight filled her mind. Her Spock had quite the creative mind, one that was put to well use when it involved their physical relationship…

I don't know if my legs can bend that far back, Spock.

You are very flexible, K'diwa…

She had taught Spock how to play Twister. She had gotten both eyebrows to disappear behind his fringe and halfway through the game, he had declared it a draw and proceeded to kiss her mute, like she was the first bit of water he had seen in weeks. She loved it when he kissed her like that.

Hell, she just loved it when he kissed her.

Smiling, she gently blocked the bond, needing to focus on their next step together. They were going to be spotted immediately and the reactions would be almost as wild as the melee itself.

Hopefully, most of them would be positive.

"Come on. We better get down there and have some fun before it gets all crazy."

"Is it not crazy already?" he inquired as she led him out into the empty corridors.

"Spock, this is the largest street fair in North America. There are thousands of cadets, instructors, locals, and tourists down there more than halfway to drunk and looking for a wild time to tell the grandkids about. If you think this is crazy, you ain't seen nothing yet."

/

Captain Christopher Pike sat on top of the shuttle bus turned medical station and watched as hundreds of people danced to the percussive music below him. He was also looking for his two sons. One was chatting with McCoy, looking as if he were trying (unsuccessfully) to get the surly southern gentleman to join the fun.

The other was watching a group of women dance, particularly the leader, one Nyota Uhura. The young woman moved with the fluid grace and joy of a seasoned dancer and she only had eyes for him. Pike smiled slightly as Spock gave her a heated look and she winked in return, confirming the rumor once and for all.

The rumor was that the Commander and the Cadet had become more than teacher and student and more than friends.

Pike had been disbelieving until he saw them off of school grounds. They had been in one of the few bookstores that actually sold books. They were sharing a large copy of a pre Surak Vulcan philosopher and they were in a lively debate about just how much Surak took from his predecessors. The general idea was that when Surak came around, it was all him, that he chose not to use anyone else's blueprints to reinvent the wheel. Spock was of that group.

Uhura was not. She had gotten all in Spock's face and instead of ignoring her or getting riled, all he had done was draw her into a kiss between points, the quintessential boyfriend/spouse move.

Officially, he was against students and teachers together and frowned upon students and aides as well.

If he took off his captain's braids, he'd say that he was happy as hell for the two of them and that he was rooting for them.

He was hoping for some grandkids from them.

/

Jim Kirk couldn't help but watch her.

She had gone from a Nubian Queen to a Gypsy Enchantress, swaying and spinning around with grace to the music. What kept him riveted were her eyes. He knew the gleam there. That gleam belonged to a woman determined to get hers. She was looking for pleasure and passion, something that only a man could give her and not a textbook.

He could see other guys looking at her and he could feel his resolve settle like concrete.

Boyfriend or not, Kirk was making a move, consequences be damned.

As he stood, he noticed that she froze and her eyes snapped open wide, now glazed over with fever. She pivoted on her feet and looked frantically into the crowd behind her, obviously searching for someone.

That someone seized her from behind and Kirk felt his jaw unhinge from his skull as Commander Spork or whatever the hell his name was buried his face in her jugular. Not only did he do that but he bit her! And she bit him right back before arching into his arms like a cat, obviously familiar with this sort of behavior. She treated him like he was a friend…a lover...a boyfriend

God, he hated it when Bones was right!

"Mine.", the Commander rumbled over the drums. Vulcans could rumble? Vulcans could bite people? This guy was with Uhura?

She smiled and whispered something in the Commander's ear, causing an emerald flush to stain the infamously unflappable man's cheeks.

"We're leaving. Now." she declared, both pleading and ordering.

Kirk had to give the guy credit. If she had talked to him in that tone of voice, he would've slung over his shoulder like a sack of onions, running like a bat out of hell.

Commander Spock however, let her lead him out of the circle of gawkers and towards the Instructor's Apartments, towards a better time than any Street Fair could offer.

With a deep sigh, Kirk took a long pull of his Bud Light and signaled for another from the guy at the cooler.

Maybe if he got drunk enough, he'd forget about what he just saw and the envy would fade away to just a bit of annoyance.

Or not.

Lucky pointy eared bastard…

/

Logically, he knew that spontaneous combustion was a very rare phenomenon and the odds of it happening to him at this very moment were very slim.

Illogically, he felt as if he were on fire, stroked into a blistering inferno by his mate's lips and fingers.

Nyota shoved him to his (their) bed with astonishing force and climbed nimbly on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head. He was approximately 115 pounds heavier than she was and had twice her strength. He could get loose and take control of this encounter he chose to.

Spock didn't want that. He wanted her above him, riding him like an equestrian champion. He had desired her from the first time she spoke to him, the first inadvertent touch of her mind to his. She had been the one to take their friendship to the next level so logically, she should be the one on top.

At least for the first time…

"Nyota…"

"Shhh…" she soothed, pressing her fingertips to his lips.

They tasted of peaches, nail lacquer, and mainly of her. He was hit by her pleasure, her joy at being with him, her apprehension…

"Peace, k'diwa. I will not harm you." he soothed.

She flushed pink and the fire within her gaze softened but did not fade.

"I know! It's just…I want to do it right! I mean, we've been waiting for this for months and…I don't want to disappoint you. I should've told you this before I pinned you down…" she explained sheepishly.

"Honesty is always beneficial to a relationship…and I enjoy it when you pin me down."

Gently, reluctantly, he broke out of her grip and embraced her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

"You could not disappoint me, Nyota."

"What if I'm bad at it?"

No amount of Vulcan control could keep him from smiling fondly at her question.

"My mother always tells me that practice makes perfect, particularly if you have a…"

She whimpered as he ground his hips against her and the tip of her tongue went to his jugular, making the mark she had left sting pleasantly.

"…very willing partner."

Her hands cupped his face and a flash of molten heat went through him as her nails scraped lightly against his psi points between hungry kisses.

This…was going to be very pleasurable.

/

She shouldn't have worried.

All she needed was instinct and judging by the low moans and gasps of her man, she was doing it right. She was no naïve little girl. She knew that lovemaking wasn't going to be clean or perfect. She just wanted it to feel good for him. Her pleasure was nice but what she truly enjoyed was seeing that Vulcan composure slip and feeling his growing ecstasy through their bond.

Her nipple was in his mouth and she felt as if electricity were racing through her veins with each tug. Her nails raked over his bare back, marring the silky flesh with faint green lines and she fondly caressed his still jean clad behind. One of his hands went to the small of her back and he pressed ardent kisses to the flesh of her trembling stomach.

"If you wish to keep this skirt, you will have to remove it. My need for you would cause me to tear it beyond repair."

Even when he was utterly turned on, he was still considerate of her. Carefully, she undid the belt of gold and the skirt slid from her hips on its own. His lips descended to the waistband of her simple white cotton panties and she wished that she had put on something a little sexier…

"It is not the undergarment that arouses me. It is the fact that you are in them."

You'd like them better off of me, wouldn't you, Commander?, she teased as she let her fingertips tease the points of his ears.

Yes! , he growled while tugging them down to her ankles and chucking them across the bedroom.

It was a testament as to just how far gone he was. A surge of amused pride went through her at breaking through his near obsessive need for cleanliness.

It was abruptly replaced with a surge of bliss as his tongue touched her for the first time.

/

Her keshtan-ur was soft and healthy, fragrant with her natural spice.

His tongue skimmed over her tentatively at first but her breathless gasps of pleasure urged him to further his explorations. She tasted of ginger and of honey, along with something so uniquely Nyota, enflaming him even further. Spock knew that he would crave to be between her legs as a starving man craved food.

His lok throbbed in time with his racing heart but he maintained his control. He had to. Nyota was virginal and he wanted her first time to be memorable in a positive way. Spock groaned as he slid a seeking finger into her channel and she screamed, arching into the invasion wantonly.

"Spokh...aitlu du…bolau du…Spock…ah…Spock" she hissed as her moans became deeper, louder…

His tongue plunged inside of her and he simulated the act of joining with her, of moving deep within her and shaping her to fit him. She was exquisitely tight and burning hot inside, making his anticipation rise to the boiling point. He needed her climax. He needed her to scream for him, to pour into his seeking mouth.

"Come for me, k'diwa. Let me drink deeply of you. Do not fight it…"

She shattered with a high pitched scream, sobbing his name and her love into the night.

/

"Nyota...Nyota…"

She blinked owlishly and met his concerned gaze, knowing that her body was still shivering from the brutal orgasm that it had just been lovingly given.

He was gloriously nude but only his hands were touching her, cupping her face.

"Are you…I did not harm you?" he asked shyly.

She really was going to turn into a puddle of goo one of these days…

"Oh, honey…Spock, I'm fine. You didn't harm me. Quite the opposite. Why are you way over there?" she asked gently.

He was practically on the edge of the bed, leaving her cold and wanting.

"I did not wish to continue until I knew if you were all right."

Many people had asked her why she had waited before having sex. What was she saving it for, they had asked. It wasn't like she had to like some girls. From 10 years old on, she had always had a following of men. She didn't really understand her appeal but there was something about her that made men fall in instant love/lust with her.

It had scared her. Not just because of her Attack but also because of a fear of being with the wrong man. She had been afraid that he would be inconsiderate and would hurt her. She had also been afraid that he would announce it to everyone, bragging that he had "tapped that".

She didn't have those fears with Spock. She didn't have any fear with Spock.

She pulled him to her and he hovered above her on his forearms. Nyota parted her legs and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer to her. The light fur on his body tickled her as he wrapped strong arms around her slender form. His eyes were deep and loving, no Vulcan control in sight. He was purely Spock right now and it warmed her to know he trusted her enough to show her the true him.

"Are you certain, ashayam? We can stop if you wish." he asked between light kisses.

She brought her legs up around his powerful waist and brought him even closer to her aching sex.

"Please, Spock…please make love with me..." she moaned.

Bringing an arm around her waist, he nodded and slowly, gently filled her.

A gasp of delight escaped her as he touched her cervix, telling her that he was finally inside her where he belonged…

/

"Ohhh, Spock…Spock…please, baby…more…"

"Tell me how you want it, Nyota…" he urged as he suckled her jugular, deepening his brand.

"Lerashau…deeper…please, please…I need you…I need all of you…don't hold back..."

His primal self growled at the urge, demanding to be freed from his bondage. He smelled her musk and felt the sweet contractions of her keshtan-ur around his pulsing lok. They fit together like puzzle pieces and Spock clenched his teeth as she became even tighter. Her resistance was strong, even in her utter arousal, and she did not help matters by whispering in his ear how much she wanted him, how she had wanted him from the second they met, how so fucking good he felt sliding deep, deep inside her where he belonged.

Nyota rarely swore. She had always found more eloquent ways to express herself so hearing it in such honeyed tones made shivers go down his spine.

She wanted it harder? Then, harder she would have.

With that declaration, his primal self broke free and he dug his nails into her sides as he began to truly take her, spurned on by her lustful screams for more, to give her what she needed, what they both needed…

"Taluhk nash-veh k'dular, Nyota…I love you…" he groaned as he nuzzled down to her cleavage, licking up their pooled sweat.

Her nails dug into his shoulders with bruising force as she gasped that she loved him too, that she loved him always…

"Spock.", she moaned over and over again, arching up into his ardent kisses.

His body was screaming for release but he would not succumb without her. He would satisfy his k'diwa khio'ri even if it resulted in his demise…

Her channel clamped down against him and her eyes snapped open, unseeing yet weeping. Their bond told him that she was not in pain. She was…

A scream, even louder than the last one, tore out of her throat and she shattered for him once again, squirming and bucking against its power, every muscle in her body spasming wildly, including the ones surrounding his shaft.

It was pleasure to the point of agony. She could not stop screaming or sobbing and it broke him.

Even if he wanted to maintain his control, he could not.

His climax slammed into him with astonishing force and he roared like a lion, her name the only coherent word he was capable of uttering.

Before he fell into the warm void of slumber, a human idiom floated into his mind as she smiled up at him, kissed him as stream after stream of his seed flooded her, an idiom he wholeheartedly agreed with.

Good things come to those who wait.


~Translations (Found on the VLD) ~

K'diwa - shortened form of address for beings who are each other's k'hat'n'dlawa; equated to the Terran term 'beloved'

Keshtan-ur - the passage leading from the opening of the vulva to the cervix of the uterus in female mammals

Lok -male organ of copulation in higher vertebrates, homologous with the clitoris; in mammals, it also serves as the male organ of urinary excretion

Aitlu du - want you

Bolau du - need you

Ashayam - a beloved person; used as a term of endearment; similar to t'hy'la but more personal and with emotional connotations

Lerashau - to make hard or harder; to enable to withstand physical or mental hardship

Taluhk nash-veh k'dular - a declaration of love between bondmates that is accepted by Vulcan society

k'diwa khio'ri beloved star