A/N: You guys have been so great to write for. I hate that I've been able to post so little lately, I've just been SO busy! Anyway, here's some more of the story...and I'm trying to figure out where I'm going with it. So if YOU GUYS have suggestions about what you'd like to hear, I would LOVE to hear them.

Hope you enjoy it, and please review!

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She slumped onto him, exhausted, limbs rubbery with her satisfaction. Her body rose and fell with each of his deep breaths.

She watched him as he slowly pieced together the composure that was his trademark. The light played well onto his face.

"Spock, that was amazing," she breathed, reaching out her hand to play in his hair. His mouth twitched as though he was going to respond, but instead he pulled her to him with both strong hands at her back. Took her mouth again.

She sighed into the kiss, sliding off of him, and onto his side. There she nestled into the crook of his arm.

She saw him glance at the time display on his wall.

"Spock, am I keeping you? I mean, I know you have a busy schedule…" she trailed off, hesitant. She didn't want him to leave now.

He turned his body to capture the crook of her neck with more kisses.

"I rescheduled my obligations for the day early this morning, Nyota. Am I keeping you?" He lifted his head, quirked an eyebrow at her.

She laughed with a relief that surprised her. It was too soon to tell him there was nowhere else she'd rather be.

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Bones stood in the living room of Amanda's apartment, towel wrapped around his waist.

True, he'd fantasized a little—okay, a lot—about having sex with Nyota…but when Amanda's legs were wrapped around him he had little energy left to think of anything else.

Not bad for a consolation prize.

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Gaila's voice was sing-song as she entered their shared quarters.

"Nyota…" she called out. Silence. Huh.

She's still with Spock. Gaila smiled, alone with her thoughts.

Then it was a very good night for my buttoned-up little nerd.

Only one way to find out, though.

"Computer, locate Nyota Uhura." The mechanical voice chimed back.

"Uhura, Nyota is on campus. Location is private."

Gaila chuckled out loud, to no one but herself. Of course Spock would think to block her location. This was the Vulcan who thought of everything.

"Computer, message to Commander Spock."

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She wished she could read his mind at a time like this. While he was watching her so intently, silent—so much going on behind his eyes.

Whatever mental link he had established with her last night was weak—but she could still feel the ebb and flow of his thoughts. That, of course, didn't mean she could actually know what he was thinking.

The chime of his communicator interrupted their private moment. Spock made no move to answer the call.

"Don't you want to check that?" she asked, smiling, reaching up to let her hand skim his jaw. He shook his head.

"I have rescheduled all important matters today. I can return this call at a later time."

"But it could be important," she countered.

He considered her logic for a moment, stood and pulled a t-shirt over his head. He worked the shorts Nyota had worn over his hips, then glanced at the console.

Gaila.

"I am certain this call is not meant for me, Nyota." He called to her in the bed. She sat straight up, alarmed.

"Who is it?" she called back.

"Officer Gaila."

She's being nosy!

"Okay, well I probably shouldn't answer your call, even if it is Gaila. We should take care to be discreet."

"I surmise that the very fact she is calling me at all means discretion is lost, Nyota."

Good point.

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Gaila was wide-eyed when Spock answered the call in a casual t-shirt, hair in disarray. The Commander definitely got into something last night. She offered him a smile as bright as Orion's sun.

"Good morning, Commander. I hope you are well. I hope I'm not…interrupting anything," she started cheekily. Spock bristled at her innuendo.

"Just wondering if you know where Officer Uhura might be? I've been unable to contact her."

Gaila knew he could not lie, and she took pleasure in watching him dance around the truth. She could see him flush a shade of green—even over the video link. She fought back another smile.

"Yes, I am…aware of Officer Uhura's location at this time. Her location has been flagged as private. How can I assist you?"

Oh, just can it and tell me she's in your bed, well-shagged.

"Well…" Gaila considered her next move for a moment. Ny might be pissed at her after this, but she just couldn't resist.

"…could you just get her and put her on the comm.?"

Spock sputtered momentarily, relented, and walked into his bedroom to where Nyota sat, listening.

She nodded slowly as he took his shirt off again and offered it to her. It slipped over her head with ease. Luckily, it fell to her knees.

She took a deep breath, walked over to the display and sat down. Gaila made a face at her.

"Hello, Ny," she grinned. Nyota could feel the blush creep up her neck, to her cheeks. She was wearing Spock's shirt and Gaila was drinking in every detail.

"Hi, Gaila. Um, I'm kind of busy right now, so…maybe can I call you later?"

"I'll bet you are," Gaila countered. Nyota heard Spock growl somewhere in the background, ignored him.

"Just wanted to make sure you were okay, you know? I don't think you've spent a night somewhere…other than our room in your entire Starfleet history."

Nyota nervously tucked her hair behind her ear.

"No, I'm good—great. Don't worry. I'll be home soon. What about you? Did you spend the night in our room last night…or did you go home with Kirk?" She turned the tables on her Orion roommate who laughed out loud at her question.

"No, dear—Kirk is a child. And children are out. Men are in. I enjoyed the company of a rather gifted Starfleet Captain last night. And trust me, years of experience aren't just an advantage when you're in space."

Nyota jaw dropped and Gaila laughed again.

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"Did you hear that?" Nyota asked, padding into the kitchen where Spock stood shirtless, cleaning vegetables in his sink.

Gods, this man is gorgeous.

"I did. Captain Pike and Officer Gaila," he considered the pairing, shook his head again.

"An illogical coupling." He turned to pull out a chair at his kitchen table, offering her a seat. She sank into it.

"What are you cooking?" she asked, as he pulled containers from his fridge and cabinets.

"A Vulcan soup that I believe you will find palatable. You need to eat something, Nyota. I've already cut some fruit for you."

"Thank you," she murmured, glancing at the plate on the table. She picked up a piece of pineapple and bit into it, thoughtfully.

He turned his back to her again to work on the contents of his soup. "Nyota, I have not fully explained my behavior last night. There is much you—or anyone else for that matter—don't know about Vulcan biochemistry."

She crossed her legs, leaned in to take a strawberry. "Well, I would like to know more. Tell me what is on your mind, Spock."

He faced her now, the water still running behind him.

"I partook of a substance that changed the chemistry of my body at the Gala. It's well-known to Vulcans that this substance heightens aggression, confidence. And because I was not sure how to approach you, I decided to try it. I am not pleased with the results of my personal experiment."

Nyota shut her eyes briefly, recalling him on top of her, driving into her with a foreign intensity in his eyes.

Well, I was pleased.

"Spock, I understand this issue is personal for you, but may I ask, what substance are you referring to?"

"Chocolate," he answered.

Nyota could not contain her laugh.

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