A/N: Ah, it's so hard to write smut! You want it to be just perfect. So I struggled a little with this chapter, but I hope you all like it. Thank you SO MUCH for all of the reviews. I'm glad Spock and Uhura are finally getting what they want and I hope you guys get what you want from this fic, too!

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The chocolate in his cocktails served to amplify the thoughts in Spock's head. Jealousy, lust, anger, attraction. He'd watched her on the dance floor and saw her return his gaze. Saw her eyes grow wide when she finally understood the intensity in his stare.

Her body was in McCoy's arms, but Spock knew he had her mind. So when she walked off of the dance floor and to the lobby, he followed.

She was beautiful, eyes wide as saucers when she came out of the powder room.

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God, he looked amazing. And there was something different about him tonight. He looked aggressive, possessive—dangerous.

"I did not get the chance to compliment you on your attire tonight. You look exquisite." he said. He heard her heart rate jump, saw her pupils dilate. She took a small step towards him.

"Thank you," her voice was low, shaky. "Have you enjoyed your evening with Christine?" A dark look passed across Spock's face at the mention of Chapel's name. He took a step forward.

"I am not here for Nurse Chapel." Another step forward. So close.

"I am here for you."

Now Nyota could hear the blood rushing in her ears. She wobbled on her heels when her legs went loose.

Then he was in front of her, hands on her arms, holding her steady. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Oh yeah.

His hands were hot on her skin. She managed to find her voice again. "What do you mean you are here for me?"

Spock leaned in close. She broke out in goosebumps when she felt his lips brushing her ear.

"I want you, Nyota. I have for a very long time. Tell me you want the same." His voice was rough, thick with desire. He'd used her first name and it sounded sexual on his lips. She felt drunk on the waves of need she felt pouring from him.

"Then why did you—" He cut her off, pulled back to look her in the eye.

"You were my student. I could not have your academic accomplishments tarnished by impropriety. Nor mine. But our circumstances have changed. And now I intend to finish what you started in my quarters."

He traced a finger across her shoulder, up her neck, and finally to her chin. She felt her knees buckle again.

Her body sank into his when he started to kiss her. What started as a light touch quickly morphed into a hungry one, the force of his onslaught pushed them both against the wall. He tasted her mouth over and over, and she answered back, nipping his bottom lip, craning her head so he could dip down and taste her neck.

My God.

Spock spoke into her as he tasted the skin exposed there. "I want…you to…get rid…of Doctor McCoy." Bones. Shit. She'd forgotten about him all over again. "I don't…want to…see him…touch you…again." She felt a jolt race up her spine at his words. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt him skate his tongue across her collarbone. "And then what?" she breathed.

"And then I intend to take you to my bed." He nipped at her as his mouth traveled up her neck, back to her mouth.

Oh, Lord. I'm gone.

"I have obviously interrupted something here."

Spock stilled, and Nyota's eyes flew open. Spock pulled away from her, straightening the jacket of his suit, turning to face Dr. McCoy.

Nyota flushed red with embarrassment. How she must have looked, skin flushed, lips swollen with kisses.

"Bones, I—" she started, but he cut her off. "No, no, I can see what's going on with my own two eyes. I thought you were gone for a while—and wanted to check on you. Just…a little surprised I guess." She felt shame at the hurt and confusion in his eyes.

Spock cleared his throat, moved in front of Nyota as if to protect her. His eyes were clouded with lust and possessiveness as he addressed Bones.

"Doctor McCoy, I am sorry you had to see that. But now you must understand that Nyota is mine."

Bones stiffened. "Yes, I can see that." He turned to walk away.

"Bones, I'm sorry." She called out to him, but he never turned back.

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Gaila knew there was going to be some trouble tonight. Nyota had just walked off of the dance floor when she saw Spock follow.

"Do you think she's okay?" Bones asked, concerned. I think she's better than okay.

"She's fine. Just handling some lady stuff, I'm sure. Give her a few more minutes."

She tried to distract him with light conversation with Captain Pike. He looked at his watch again.

Nyota, girl, I hope you know what you are doing. This man has no idea what's coming. He'll be blindsided.

5 more minutes passed.

"I'm going to check on her."

Shit.

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"You are upset for Doctor McCoy." He was tender when he turned back to her.

"Yes, I'm upset for him. I'm upset with myself for leading him on and then…" she touched her fingers to her lips. "..then, this." He kissed the fingers on her mouth and she felt her worry for Bones give way to her desire for Spock.

"Do you want to go to him, Nyota?" He wet his lips with his tongue and she caught his mouth in another kiss.

"No." There was conviction in her answer, determination. He pulled away from her and extended his hand.

"Then come home with me."

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The sexual tension between them almost hummed as they made their way to his quarters. People would wonder where they'd gone—why they disappeared. And for once, she didn't care. Her body was tight with anticipation of what was to come.

When they finally entered his quarters, he was on her again, his need making him hungry, animalistic. He had her up against the door, crushing her mouth with his as he shirked off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt.

He drew back, panting. "Nyota, I am very aroused by you. And I am much stronger than you. I must take care not to hurt you." She smiled at him as she slid the zipper on the back of her dress down, letting it pool underneath her on the floor. He flinched at the sight of her skin, panting harder.

"You won't." she whispered. Those were the only words he needed to hear.

He grabbed her, lifted her, carried her into his bedroom, and onto his bed. He peeled off his shirt, throwing it, exposing his chest. His body was a work of art, lean muscle and smooth pale skin. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with her excitement as she drank in the sight of him, chest heaving, standing at the end of the bed. She sat up on her knees, eager to touch him.

"No, Nyota. I want to taste you first." She obliged his wish, melted backwards onto the bed, spread out before him like a glorious meal waiting to be devoured.

He still wore his belt and dress pants as he knelt at the edge of the bed, running his fingers down her legs…worshipping the smooth skin with his hands and his mouth.

He looked right into her eyes as his mouth skimmed her ankles, traveling up to her thighs. He ran his hands over the delicate black lace of her panties.

"Did you wear these for Doctor McCoy?" he growled, running his tongue across the junction of the lace and her skin. She buckled at the sensation. "No. I wore them for you. Everything I wore tonight was for you," she sighed.

His chest rumbled with a satisfactory sound as he kissed his way across her thighs, pausing in front of her warm center. He lowered his mouth to the lace covered heat, the wet warmth teasing him. She groaned when he nipped at her sex through the material.

Then he slid her panties off of her hips in one smooth motion. She could see his own excitement straining against his fitted pants as he hovered over her.

"Nyota, I'm going to taste you now," he panted. She moaned her reply. "Please…"

And then he made contact. His mouth felt like a million degrees of heat and a million volts of electricity against her. She jerked at the sensation, and he gripped her hips hard to hold her in place.

He tasted, licked at her while she whimpered, tried to remain still. But he was making it impossible. He dipped a long finger inside of her and she cried out.

He was frenzied now. Her scent was driving him insane. He put another finger inside of her, watching her ride his hand as she alternated between whispers and shouts, touching his lips to her clitoris as his fingers remained buried deep inside of her.

She couldn't take much more of this. She was crying his name, gripping the sheets in fistfuls as he made love to her with his mouth. The pleasure was so intense, she knew she couldn't stand much more.

"Come for me, Nyota…" he groaned it against her and his command triggered her orgasm. Her back arched off of the bed and she twisted her hands into his hair as she rode out the wave. He didn't let up until he felt the pulse of her orgasm slow, then die.

She was gasping, hair splayed out on the pillows as she came off of her high. Spock had never seen her more beautiful than now, in his bed, his name on her lips, the glow of her orgasm lighting up her skin.

"Spock, please, let me see you," she begged. "Please."

He obliged, standing at once to unbuckle his belt and remove his pants.

She made her way over to him on her hands and knees. She peeled his boxers away from his skin, watched as they sank to the floor. When he stepped out of them, she let her eyes slide over his proud erection.

"I want to taste you now," she said, taking hold of him with her hand. He was hot and hard, and he hissed when he felt her grip him. She studied him for a moment, the rigid length of him, pulsing in her hands. He was beautiful.

She leaned into him and touched her lips to the head of his cock and he growled. She slid her mouth over him, and now it was he that had fistfuls of hair in his hands. He was moaning in Vulcan.

She was taking him in, sucking at him and he was breathing hard—heavy, head tossed back in ecstasy and she tasted him.

"Nyota, no more—I cannot," he whispered. "Please, I will not—"

But she ignored him, reveling in the feel of him in her mouth, urging him to give into release. Her sounds of excitement reverberated against his cock and it was his undoing. He came violently, throbbing inside of her, grunting, groaning, spilling himself. She kissed the head of his sex as she sank back into the bed, watching his orgasm thrum in his veins. God, he was beautiful.

She undid the clasp of her bra, freeing herself, and tossed it away. He crawled onto the bed, following her, burying his face in her neck and kissing her in the hollow there. "Incredible…" he moaned. She answered in kind. "Yes, incredible."

They lay there for a moment. Spock's weight above her as he covered her on all fours.

"Nyota, I must touch your mind. Please allow it." He searched her eyes for acceptance. She bit her bottom lip.

"Will I be able to handle this?" she questioned. Spock nodded. "Yes, you will."

"Then yes, do it," she said. He lifted his fingers to her face, finding her contact points.

It was a jolt she was not prepared for. She felt everything, his need for her now, his need for her back then, his jealousy with Kirk, his anger at Bones, his frustration at himself, his need to be inside of her. She gasped at the intensity of the link.

He was hard again, cock heavy against her leg. That was the only sign she needed.

"Come into me, Spock, " she whispered. He sank his mouth onto hers as he sank himself into her. She cried out at the heat and the length of him filling her, stretching her.

"Are you uncomfortable?" he asked, unsure. She sighed at the feel of him, she felt so whole with him deep inside of her.

"No, I feel amazing. You feel amazing. Don't stop," she murmured, arching upwards to kiss him.

And he began, slowly at first, filling her in deep, even strokes. But he started to come undone, unraveling, pushing harder and faster until they were in a frenzied rhythm with one another. He was panting, she moaning, begging him to keep going.

They were both slick with sweat, Nyota wrapping her legs around him as they joined, clawing at his back as she felt the pressure of her next orgasm pooling low in her groin. She was drowning in the sensation of him, made more intense by their mental link. He was fucking her body and her mind. Incredible.

He was growling now, pounding harder at her request, his strokes deeper and deeper until he could go no further.

"Come with me Spock, I'm so close," she moaned, feeling him buck inside of her at her words. "So close…" she cried.

She fell off the precipice first, walls gripping him, pulsing around him, triggering his own orgasm. Her name was on his lips when he howled, head thrown back.

Then—without thinking, his mouth sought her neck and he marked her—hard—in the final pushes of his release.

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