Gaila was surprised when she received a beep at the door; she wasn't expecting any company. Gaila asked that the computer to identify her visitor. The Orion was even more shocked when the computer identified the visitor as Spock. Gaila pulled on a robe and answered quickly.

"What are you doing here? You know that Nyota is out of town at the Linguist conference," Gaila said, eyeing the straight-backed man warily. This was weird. It wasn't every day that handsome Vulcans came to her door, especially handsome Vulcans that were in a relationship with her roommate and best friend.

"I am aware of Nyota's whereabouts. I have actually come to speak with you," Spock responded coolly.

"Come on in," Gaila said, her tone indicating that she thought this whole situation strange. Spock entered, placing his hands behind his back and stepping past Gaila into the room.

"I am here to speak with you about my relationship with Nyota," Spock started. Gaila quirked an eyebrow.

"Ok?" she encouraged him to continue.

"I wish to increase the amount of intimacy between us," Spock phrased the words delicately. Gaila started to laugh so hard that she almost snorted.

"You want to have sex with her?" Gaila asked, getting her giggles in check.

"Yes."

"Praise the stars. I thought this would never happen," Gaila responded. Spock regarded Gaila strangely.

"Did you not think me capable of engaging in intercourse?" Spock asks.

"You and Nyota have been in this relationship for almost a year, and from what she's told me, you are most definitely capable," Gaila ran her eyes up and down Spock's sinewy frame, letting her eyes linger on his crouch, arching and eyebrow and then back up to his eyes. Spock had never felt so exposed, and he started to blush slightly.

"Is it common for females to discuss these intimate moments with friends?" Spock asked.

"Yeah, so you've come to the right place. What do you want to know?" Gaila asked, plopping onto her bed and motioning for Spock to have a seat in a desk chair across the room. She may be Orion and he may be a handsome Vulcan asking her about sex advice, but Spock was her best friend's man and that would be completely wrong.

"I have been researching the sexual habits of humans and my research has come back somewhat skewed," Spock started.

"Skewed?" Gaila asked.

"There are so many different ways and habits that I am unsure of which method is traditional." Gaila had never seen a Vulcan squirm. She at once understood what Nyota found endearing.

"You want to know how to please her."

"Yes."

"You do please her. I cannot tell you how great it's been living with her since you've come into her life. She's as light as air, all the time. That's not to say that she hasn't been frustrated."

"Frustrated, how so?"

"Despite all of her reservations and poise, Uhura is a dirty little girl. There are things that she would love to do to you and vice-versa. She just loves you and wants for you to be comfortable about everything when it happens. She's basically waiting for a sign from you."

"A sign?"

"Yeah, a sign that says that you're okay with moving things forward."

"How do I endeavor to give her a sign?" Spock asked. Gaila stopped short. Spock was an Alpha male in ever sense of the word, but for some reason he was acting like a confused little puppy. Gaila rolled her eyes and started from the beginning.

"Simple, what do you want to do to her?" Gaila asked, and was surprised at the facial expression that this question received. Spock was silent as he thought about all the fantasies he'd had about Uhura over the past two days that she'd been gone. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to see her naked, he wanted to kiss every inch of her body; he wanted her to scream his name. Gaila recognized that glazed over look of lust in any man. She smiled widely.

"Many things, but above all I just want her to be happy. I want…" Spock couldn't find the word. Gaila realized that this was hard for him and put up a hand to stop him.

"Ok, here's the deal. She's just as nervous about the whole thing as you are. Just follow your heart, Spock. When the time comes, you'll know. I promise that you'll know."

"My predicament lies in the fact that she's had sexual intercourse before and that I have not." Gaila mouthed a wide 'O' and then exhaled, biting her bottom lip as the air passed over them.

"There is no art or mystery to it, Spock. As you've researched, it's pretty simple, insert tab A into slot B, easy," Gaila stood and crossed the room to Spock and took his hands in hers, "She loves you, you pointy-eared horned dog."

"I do not want to ruin things between us."

"Mr. Spock, you are an intelligent, oddly charming, and resourceful young Vulcan. I'm pretty sure you won't ruin anything, especially from what Uhura tells me about your kissing. All the rest of the pointers are gained with experience. I can't map out the whole act with you. It's like anything else, just be yourself and you'll be fine."

Spock seemed a bit more reassured when Gaila walked him towards her door. Uhura would be back later that night and Gaila smiled knowing that her roommate wouldn't be back until the morning.

Spock told the computer to open the door to his quarters, he knew it was Nyota and was anxious to see her return. It was late, around 22:00 hours, but the next day was a Saturday and neither of them had anything to do.

"Hi," Nyota said with a reassuring smile. She was still carrying her bag from her trip to the conference. She looked nice in her civilian clothes. She was wearing a pair of worn jeans that were ripped at the knee, flip-flops, and a small t-shirt that she'd picked up from the linguistics conference. He was in his meditation robes, a small black undershirt, and pair of thin, loose-fitting pants that he usually slept in.

"Hello Nyota," Spock felt his mouth go dry.

"I know it's late, I just wanted to come by and say that I missed you," Uhura said, stepping into his quarters but not setting down her bag. The door closed behind her. Spock crossed the room so quickly that Nyota didn't even know what hit her. He was pressed against her and kissing her passionately. She had never felt this much passion come from Spock before, but after momentary shock set in, she returned his kisses fervently.

"I missed you too," he said, backing them towards the couch. The backs of her knees hit the small couch and she fell backwards, him on top of her, with a small, soft thud. She could feel his warmth thru his meditation robes, and instantly got aroused.

She was holding back, he could feel that much from her, she wasn't sure where this instance of intimacy was taking them. Spock decided to try giving her a sign. He removed his meditation robe and let it fall to the floor, and then removed quickly his undershirt. He heard a small gasp as his shirt hit the floor and pulled away to see Nyota's eyes running desirously over his lean muscles. He felt her hands trace from his shoulders and then down his arms and then the front of his chest, pausing only slightly at his flat nipples, and then down over this toned stomach. He was painfully aroused, as Nyota could see his erection tenting the thin night trousers that he had on.

Nyota stepped from the couch and followed suit, removing her t-shirt and discarding it somewhere around the living room floor, and then removing her white bra, revealing modest breasts. Spock watched her like a hawk watching its prey. His eyes quickly went from nervous to lustful and he pulled her towards him by her waist and kissed her softly, her hard nipple pressing against his scorching chest. She was cool to the touch and he shuddered as their bodies pressed against one another, flesh against flesh.

Uhura pulled away, took his hand, and silently led him towards the bedroom.

"Is this what you want, Spock?" Uhura asked. He nodded quietly, and she pushed him backward onto the bed. He lay down as he was beckoned to do and she got on top of him, straddling his hips and pinioning him to the bed. She kissed the top of his forehead, his eyes, his nose, and subtly his lips. She lowered her kisses down his neck and heard him gasp. She flicked her tongue out to his nipple and that elicited a small moan, so she took the initiative and let her teeth graze over the small bud, building it into a hardened peak, and then repeated the same attention to the other nipple.

She could see that his eyes were closed and could feel his heartbeat on his side and she dipped her tongue into his navel. She adjusted herself so that she was sitting to the side of him, and started to slowly pull his pants down past his narrow hips. She was surprised to see that Spock slept without any underwear on, evident by the fact that his erection sprang free once his pants had reached a point past his mid thighs. She discarded the pants and gave his body a lingering once over.

"I am a lucky girl," Uhura said, taking his hard length in her hand and squeezing, she saw his grip tighten against the cover on his bed. She held his penis in her hand and noted some of the small differences, he was larger than she was used to, and the head was bulbous and, of course, green from the blood that coursed through it. The shaft was smooth and much like the human male had a long vein that ran along its length. She started to stroke him and then lowered her head taking just the tip of him into her mouth. A long, low, growl was her reward, and she proceeded to swallow him whole, almost down her throat and then back up again with an audible pop. She continued like this for a few moments, until she felt the tell-tale tightening of his balls and then felt him release into her mouth, with a strangled, breathy grunt. He tasted salty and the consistency wasn't as thick as she was used to with her prior lovers. She swallowed him down and then sat up on the bed, staring down at him. He opened his eyes and she noted that he looked a lot more relaxed than he'd ever looked.

"Nyota," he said her named breathily, and then reached out his hands pulling her in to kiss him, tasting himself on her tongue. He pulled her body into his and she laid her head on his chest, resting for moment, allowing him to relish the afterglow. She started to giggle softly.

"Was that amusing?" he asked, the question was rhetorical, she could tell by the sarcastic lilt to his tone.

"You have an amazing body, Spock," she said and let her hand wander over the hard plains of his stomach. He twitched, and Uhura decided to lock in her mind the spot where his hips joined his lower torso at the bone as a place where he was ticklish.

"The sentiments are returned in full," he responded. It was quiet as they listened to one another's breathing.

"I want to make love to you," Spock started. Uhura sat up on her elbow and looked down at very worried eyes. The eyes screamed to Nyota what Spock hadn't added to the end of that sentence but I don't know how.

"Then kiss me, everywhere and don't stop until I scream your name," Uhura responded.

Spock was good at taking orders, especially of this caliber. He kissed her lips and used a minimal amount of strength to get her onto her back and underneath him. He started with her lips again and then worked his way down to her neck, sucking and swirling his tongue into the hollow. She gasped softly. He kissed her clavicle and lower down towards her breast. He cupped the left breast in his hand and ran his thumb over the already hardened nipple. Uhura arched her back into his touch and he found that he quite enjoyed seeing her do that. He pinched the nipple and heard a small moan escape her lips. He lowered his mouth to her coffee-colored nipples and sucked, mesmerized by the squirming her body did. He was amazed at her reaction, and at how fast his cock had grown hard again.

He moved quickly down her body, dipping his tongue into her navel, and undoing her jeans, pushing them and her underwear down her hips and off onto the floor. She was so wet and waiting for him, and he could smell her scent that was akin to rosemary so fully in the air. He leaned his head down and smelled her. He kissed her hip bones and moving closer to her center, he kissed the inside of her thighs. He knew exactly what he wished to do. He had to taste her; this was an instinct that was driving him strongly. He stood from the bed, pulled her by her thighs to the edge of it, and kneeled in front of her, pushing her legs farther open he buried his face into her wet and waiting entrance.

He flicked his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves and tasted her. He heard a loud gasp escape her lips, and saw that she scrunched the covers between her hands. He flicked his tongue out again and continued to do so.

"Yes," she said aloud, and he felt her hands come out to his head, holding where she wanted him the most. Her fingernails grazed over the back of his neck and over the tips of his ears. She started to thrusts her hips upward towards him, so he wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her steady. He pulled his mouth away from her and studied her, amazed by the very center of her. He started to use his fingers to work her, moving in and out slowly at first. She started again to thrusts her hips. She was wet, and strangely warm, and so slick and tight against his fingers. Her back started to arch and she came around his fingers.

"Spock," she said when her orgasm subsided, "I want you inside of me, now." Uhura was desperate, pulling him up from the bed so that he was seated between her legs. She could feel his hardness against her inner thigh. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his legs, resting his cock just in front of her entrance.

"This is your first time with a woman?" Uhura asked. Spock nodded in response. She sat up on her knees, grasped him in her hand and lowered herself slowly onto him, watching his facial expression change. His eyes went from wide with the shock of entering her, to hazy with a feel of comfort. As she sank onto him, she watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he closed them tightly. He was completely sheathed inside of her when she started to move agonizingly slow.

"Look at me, Spock," she said, taking his hands in hers and resting them on her hips. Spock's eyes shot open and she ground her hips against him. She memorized this look of pleasure on his face and smiled down at him, lowering her head to kiss him. She continued to move agonizingly slowly until she heard Spock panting, and then she sped up her movements.

"Nyota, Nyota, Nyota," he repeated her name over and over, grinding his teeth and clutching at her hips tightly. There would definitely be a bruise later.

In the flash of a moment she was caught unawares as she was picked up and turned over, neither of them parting one another. He was on top of her, and he was thrusting into her forcefully and quickly. He grabbed her hands and put them above her head, interlocking their fingers as he thrusts into her deeply. He kissed her, and continued to thrust.

Both of them were moaning madly as he quickened the pace. They were both close. He lifted her parted legs higher onto his back, his hips convulsing wildly.

"Yes… right there… oh… oh… Spock!" she moaned his name in one long syllable and he felt her squeeze and convulse around his member. This was enough to push him over the edge. He lowered his head to her neck and thrust a few more times, biting down onto her shoulder as he spilled himself inside of her.

The only sound in the room was their breathing. They lay in silence until their heartbeats slowed. Spock started to move, and slowly slipped out of her with a hint of protest. He rolled onto his side and she stretched her legs down and then curled into him, tucking her head into the nook between his shoulder and neck.

"I was not expecting this when I came to visit you tonight," Uhura said after a few moments of afterglow and silence. Spock quirked an eyebrow and smiled an honest to goodness human smile. Nyota memorized this smile. It was almost miraculous to behold. His eyes were relaxed and squinted, crinkled at the sides. His lips pulled up fully at the sides revealing smile lines and an even stronger jaw-line than Uhura remembered. His hair was mussed and sticking out in odd angles, and his whole body was flushed green like an olive, the tips of his ears bearing the most color.

"I am full of surprises," Spock responded playfully.

"Why tonight?" Uhura asked. Spock's face faded back to that of its normal expression.

"I've been thinking about this moment for a long time. I finally decided to act on my thoughts. I care for you deeply, Nyota. I wanted to show you how much I care for you."

"I love you, too, Spock," Uhura said, knowing that this was probably as close to his profession of love that she was going to hear. She kissed him on the lips and then curled into him. A yawn escaped his mouth, and he began to slowly drift off into sleep. He heard Uhura giggling softly at his side and his brow furrowed.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked.

"I just thought that this would be a terrible, yet humorous time for your mother to ring in on the vid-phone," Uhura said.

"This is one of the particular reasons why the vid-phone is set up in the common area and not in my bed quarters."

"I'm glad that I could be your first, Spock," she said, her voice soaked in sleep. He waited until he felt her heartbeat slow and her breathing get heavy.

"I am delighted that I have found you, ashayam," Spock whispered into the quiet air and allowed himself to drift off into sleep.