The knock woke me up. It took me a moment to blink away the typical early morning confusion of where am I, who am I, etcetera. Once I did, I noted that for one, the warm presence had long since vacated my bed, again leaving behind mint and bourbon—I really needed to track Mac down and give him a what for with all this cowardly cuddling—and for two, someone was knocking on my door. Why would they knock? Usually they just pressed the doorbell thingy until I woke up, or they just paged me on my badge.

Rolling over with a groan, after having taken note of the time—0500 hours—,I padded my way to the door. I took a deep breath; not knowing what would wait for me on the other side at this ungodly hour, I quickly pressed the button and put on my best, though groggy, poker face of morning delight.

All the air whooshed out of me when I suddenly found myself wrapped up in a hot embrace. The arms wrapping around my shoulders were like steel cables, though they were not painful, pulling me fast against a hard, and most definitely male, body. Equally insistent lips were quickly sealed against mine, the owner of both embrace and lips obviously not caring that I would have need of oxygen fairly soon. Distantly I heard the door hiss shut but could barely comprehend what was up or down, let alone whether or not this embrace was on view to whoever happened by.

I knew I should be pushing away, fighting back against the passionate onslaught. Even though I couldn't tell who it was that was kissing me so thoroughly—in fact this was the strongest kiss I'd had in years, even with Mac, mostly due to the sensations it was causing—I could feel my body reacting to the close presence and sensual attack of the now roving fingers of my "assailant." As the milliseconds ticked by and I still hadn't fought back, I felt almost perverse for the pleasure that was building.

The lips pulled away just long enough for me to catch my breath; however, the breath I gasped in was almost immediately pushed out when I felt the wall by the door suddenly meet my back. The coolness of the wall at my back and searing heat of very lithe man at my front, my senses were overwhelmed too strongly and I still couldn't open my eyes. His lips moved from my mouth to my cheek then down my neck. I couldn't seem to stop my head from rolling to the side, allowing whoever this was better access. When I felt him bite the juncture of my neck and shoulder, my knees buckled.

I felt myself falling and yet was still standing. It was like I was tumbling into the man holding me, my body becoming one with his; the sensations left by his fingers, as they traveled from my neck down my arms to my hips, were almost like kisses themselves, licking at my skin and leaving a hot trail in their wake. It was when his hips moved forward and pressed against mine, making me very aware of his arousal, that I somehow managed to get a sliver of reality back.

I pushed at his chest and ducked my head down, breaking contact with his lips. Finally with enough space to breathe, and less physical contact, I looked up into his face. Almost instantly my arms fell slack to my sides in shock. This, however, was a mistake when I quickly found myself back in the embrace, lips pressing against mine once more. My senses were overwhelmed again and I felt as if I were feeling for two instead of just myself. I knew exactly why, however, and so was able to quickly—though not without some reluctance, because it seriously felt fantastic to be ravaged so completely—push back and duck away.

I held my arms up in front of me as I backed further into the room, a little alarmed—and sickeningly aroused—when he stalked after me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"You promised to aid me when the time came," his voice was thick with arousal and I felt my stomach clench in response—damn my body, "I need your help Brenna."

Holy shit, he said my name. He must've sensed the weakness the sound of his voice, actions, and mere words had caused because just as quickly as I was able to get out and away from his embrace he was on me again. The force of his attack caused us to fall backwards and to my dismay—because this was getting harder to resist—we landed on the bed.

I tried to scramble away but it did not help matters whatsoever that he was physically stronger than me, nor did it help that when his skin touched mine I felt both his arousal as well as my own reflected back at me. His hands held my wrists above my head and he took his time as he lowered his body on top of mine, smirking in his own way when I sucked in a gasp at the feeling of his hips lying so intimately against my own.

"This is not at all what you had in mind when you asked; I know that for a fact. You told me about your coming time and maybe helping you because you wanted me to be prepared when it did come." I wanted to snarl and bite at him but it was amazing enough that my thoughts were still forming into coherent strings with all the sensations flowing out of him and into me.

"Well," he moved one of his legs between mine and pressed up into me; white heat immediately pooled between my legs and I couldn't stop the shiver of response at the intimate contact, "are you properly prepared, Brenna?"

Before I had a response, not that I'd have had a witty one, he bent his head the final few inches and kissed me again. This time he managed to maneuver my mouth open to such a degree that his tongue darted between my lips and he proceeded to kiss the very life out of me. I bucked against his grip and body but only moaned into his mouth when my movements caused a delicious friction between my legs and against my chest. He sensed and seized upon my weakness by letting go of my wrists and bringing his hands down to my chest while he pressed closer to my body with his hips.

I instinctively knew that if I didn't do something soon we'd both be too far gone to stop, for different reasons. I'm not perfect, we're all well aware of that, so forgive me for finding some distinct, though perverse, pleasure out of this situation. It wasn't as if he could help himself. For whatever reason, Spock had finally succumbed to pon farr and I just happened to be the first person he'd found…wait! This was Spock! He was in the midst of the blood fever—albeit this was a much milder form of it than what I was used to—and he'd come to me because I'd promised to help him! Damn it!

With the last of my resolve I arched my body and managed to throw him off just enough to slide out from under him and onto the floor. As fast as I could I crawled the few feet across the floor to my desk. I reached up and grabbed hold of one of the drawers. I'd only managed to get it open when I felt him come up behind me. He sank his teeth into the sensitive skin of my shoulder and hauled me back against his body until I lay atop him on the floor. He quickly rolled us over until my stomach was on the floor and he was on top pressing down into me.

Using my legs I raised my hips and bucked back against him. This only served to his purpose, and not mine, when one of his arms wrapped around my waist and anchored me against him. His other arm snaked down and around my shoulders, pulling me up until my back was fully pressed against his chest, his hips already grinding into mine in a very familiar—though not with him—manner. His lips left a trail of fire behind as he kissed up my neck to my ear where he gently—in stark contrast to the barbaric claim he was making to other parts of my body—sucked the fleshy lobe between his lips.

"Don't fight this." He whispered, his strength of body and mind coming close to breaking my own.

"Spock," I croaked, "you'll hate yourself for this."

He chuckled, "I've wanted to do this ever since I first melded with you." I felt his fingers begin to creep up into meld position and I knew that the next few seconds would be crucial if I was going to put a stop to it. "Don't fight this, Brenna."

"Spock," my hands fisted, "when you wake up you better thank me."

"What do-" his voice trailed off before he suddenly fell over unconscious.

I fell forward gasping, my body readjusting to being on its own after so much time against him. The hypospray I'd managed to grab from my drawer earlier, a precaution I'd decided to take ever since he'd first asked for my help, rolled away from me on the floor. Spock Prime had helped me get a hold of it from Mac; he understood the delicacy of the matter as well as my fears.

It took me longer than I care to admit to get control over my body again. Even though no clothing had been removed, I still felt as exhausted mentally and physically as if we had gone through with what his fever had been pressing him to do. By the time I crawled my way back to my bed where my badge lay waiting for me, it was 0615 and I knew that I had precious time to get this cleaned up before Spock was going to be missed at his 0800 shift.

"Osa-mekh Spock." My voice was hoarse and I winced at the sound.

"What is the matter ko'fu?" It had only been a few hours since we'd come to the decision of calling each other familial titles but I was already glad of it.

"I need you to come help me with something. Quickly. It is a matter of great privacy."

I couldn't tell if he sensed the truth or not but he certainly sensed something important was happening, I knew from his curt reply. After setting aside my badge I hurriedly changed into my uniform, taking a mental note to wash my pajamas before I wore them again, and began to make my bed. My door chimed more quickly than I expected but I could only hope that Spock had hurried. My stomach dropped beneath my toes when I opened the door and most definitely was not greeted with Spock Prime's face.

"Jim!" Oh hell…