Life Is Not Always Easy

Chapter 34 : Watching the Stars Go By

May, 2268

Spock could hear Nyota, in the back of his mind, calling him. Come find me. What was she doing? He had expected to find her in her quarters, but she had not been there. He could feel her, teasing him, but he couldn't tell where he was. A game, perhaps? To stimulate him? If so, it was entirely unnecessary. After three days off-ship, all he wanted was to carry her to a bed, almost any bed, and wrap himself around her. But first he had to find her. He slowly swiveled his head about, trying to determine which direction seemed the most promising. He started slowly off down the hall and caught just the slightest hint of her scent - that combination of shampoo and soap and skin that said Nyota. This was almost certainly the right direction then.

She giggled at him. Whether in anticipation or to distract, he wasn't certain. He continued on down the hall until he came to an intersection. Now which way? There was someone coming, so he headed down one corridor at random, knowing almost immediately that it was the wrong one. He turned about and went back to the intersection, taking the opposite corridor. Ah, yes, this was better. He could feel her delight now.

When he came to the turbolift, he was not happy. How was he to discover which floor she had exited on? He could not very well stop and sniff at each one! Ah, Spock, think. She was teasing him again. And she was very ready for him to find her, that was now extremely apparent.

He entered the turbolift and was enveloped in her scent. What had she done in here? Rubbed herself all over the walls? He felt himself responding and resisted mightily. When the doors opened, revealing several crewmen waiting to get on, he almost leapt out the door, striding briskly off down the hall. She was giggling again. Where was she?

And then he knew. And he headed there almost at a run. Thankfully the corridors were almost empty in this area this late in the evening. He entered the darkened room, stopping to let his eyes adjust. The far wall was completely transparent, showing the spots and streaks of light that were the stars they flew between. And somewhere here she was hiding.

He took a deep breath. Yes, she was waiting, and she was ready. He turned his head and saw a tiny movement, a small reflection and soundlessly, so swiftly, he was across the room and had her pinned to the wall.

"Welcome back, stranger."

"I am no stranger to you, as you are well aware."

"But you've been gone so long and I've been lonely."

"I shall endeavor to correct that situation immediately. I would have done so by now if you had been where I expected you to be." His face was buried against her neck and he was nibbling, tiny little bites that made her moan at him and stretch her neck for more. His body pressed against hers, forcing her back against the wall, as he rubbed his hard lok against her soft belly.

She slipped her hands under the hem of his shirt and up against his skin, stroking, teasing. And then she slid them down, under the waistband of his pants, against the firm muscles of his buttocks.

He gasped against her, pushing into her now, on fire. She writhed against his lok, squirming, her scent driving him wild. Entirely forgetting where they were, he pushed one hand between her legs and ripped the cloth there, sliding his fingers into her slick wetness, stroking, making her moan and rock against the delicious pressure. Her hands on his buttocks pulled him against her as she rocked against his hand and the combination of friction, smell, and sound was too much for him. He leaned harder against her, wanting more friction, growling his arousal at her.

One soft cool hand slid around and found the seals of his trousers and pulled, opening up the cloth, giving her access. Her hand closed around him and he gasped and growled, so aroused that he could wait no longer. He lifted her against his body and slid into her, panting, thrusting hard, pushing her against the wall. And then they were rocking, thrusting, moaning, and the fire was all around, filling them up until he groaned deep and loud and released his hot semen into her body as she bit his shoulder hard to stifle her screams.

They stood there for several minutes, slowly calming down. And then the audacity of what they had done registered. "Spock."

"Yes. I am now aware of where we are. Hold still and be quiet." Carefully, he withdrew from her and fastened himself back up. It was impossible to do the same to her uniform. He kissed her softly and then drew her behind him, slinking down the edge of the room, into the corridor. He chose the fastest route to his quarters, which were marginally closer than hers, keeping her behind him until they were almost there, and then bringing her around in front of him, keeping her body shielded as best he could. He tapped the touchplate and almost leapt into the room.

And then he turned and looked down at her. "You tempt me beyond sanity, Nyota."

"But you enjoyed it. You can't tell me you didn't."

"Unfortunately you are correct. But it would not have been good if anyone had observed us."

"No one will observe us in here." She was leaning against him against, her scent so strong.

He grinned at her, and then picked her up and flung her over his shoulder, striding across the room to the sleeping alcove, giving directions to the computer as he went. It was hours yet until he had to be on duty, and he did not intend to spend them sleeping.