Cross Culture
Chapter 13
Month 2, Day 8

Tibby walked up the steps of her Education Pod. Her eyes skimmed her surroundings, looking to see Spock was walking up the stairs of his pod as well. She smiled at him before walking over towards him.

"I want to go rock climbing. You want to accompany me?" she asked mischievously and he nodded his head before they began to walk towards her dorm. There she changed into loose clothing. There they went to the cliff she climbed once a week, approximately.

They got to the rocks and she touched his hands before she began to free climb up the side. He was at her side the whole way.

It took her a while to get to the top. Halfway up she cut her hand but ignored the pain, compartmentalizing it like she did all of the other injuries she'd ever received. Once at the top she sat with her feet handing down while looking at Spock who got there moments after she did. She knew this was because he was watching her to make sure she didn't fall.

Since that first accident he'd been over protective. Though she liked to say he was really watching her ass though they both knew that wasn't the case.

"Your talent has increased," he admitted as he got next to her and looked out at the horizon.

"Thanks. You know, you don't have to stay at my side the whole climb. I doubt I'll fall," she told him with a smile. She felt his concern at this. "Anyways, when do you want to head back to the academy?" She asked this last question in Vulcan which, she'd been learning. She knew her accent was horrible. Ever since that conversation over dinner where she hadn't known half of the words that were being said he had been instructing her. She was getting better and she could actually do normal conversations.

"I believe the earth term would be 'whenever you are'," he stated also in Vulcan.

"Let's head back now, get a game of chess or two in," she told him and he nodded. Then they climbed down the wall of rock. As they got to the bottom he grabbed her hand and turned it palm up.

"You injured your hand. When did that occur?" he asks as he runs his hand along the gash in the flesh.

"When we were working on our incline," she states before realizing how Vulcan that language makes her. She hardly suppresses a smile. "I caught it on a jagged edge."

"We will bandage it when we return to the academy," he stated. She was touched by his concern even if it's over something as small as a cut on her hand.

She nods and they head back to the academy. There he gently swabbed her hand clean and bandaged. He was so close she could feel his cooler skin on her warmer skin. She felt his fingers trail across her flesh gently.

His scent, which had always been intoxicating but she'd ignored was filling her mind. She felt warmth pool in her.

Jamie Tabitha Kirk wasn't a stranger to lust. In junior high and her previous years of high school on earth she'd experimented with both males and females. She knew what lust was and could feel her arousal now.

But he was something more than just a target for lust. There is something more powerful in it. There is a force there, an emotion behind them that she can't admit to having felt during any previous experience. It's the feeling that made her mother's abandonment of her when she was younger hurt. It's the same emotion that made her brother's running away feel like it stabbed her in the heart.

Looking up into Spock's eyes she sees lust as his gaze burns into hers. She suddenly realizes his hands are still on hers and that Vulcans are naturally touch telepaths. For him it's even stronger due to his human heritage.

Tibby goes to apologize but he stops her, grabbing her face with his hands. He presses his lips against hers fiercely, possessively. She pulls him closer as well, her hands roaming his body. She eventually pulls her lips away from him so she can push his shirt off of his body, over his head. Then she removed her own before capturing his lips again. He leans her backwards into the bed.

~Cross Culture~

When Tibby awoke the next morning it was still dark out but she found herself alone. She was alone, and sore. There was also a nice bruise where her neck and shoulder met from Spock's teeth. He was gone though.

She wasn't surprised. He, most likely, had to try and sneak in to his family's home late last night. She knew after their second time through she'd fallen asleep in his arms with him actually doing lazy symbols on her back.

If it was just sex they'd had she'd have kicked him out of her bed immediately. No, she felt… safe, content in his arms. She didn't understand. Sighing she looked up at her ceiling wondering what would change in their relationship now.

And she wondered what that emotion she felt was. In truth she knew but she wouldn't admit it, not to anyone. Not Yet…