A/N: I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend as much as I am. I am still nursing my Spock-induced hangover but it's worth it...hehehe Thanks to my awesome beta, who find time in her busy schedule to read my dribblings and thanks you all for all the reviews, love, support and encouragement and e-friendship...

DISCLAIMER: Why can't I own Star Trek?.... Enjoy!

Chapter Thirty Seven: Having Fun

Harry watched JaeKyrn as she opened the package of dried fruit and hand it to him. "Here you go minusha." She said, in her sing-song voice, smiling at her husband.

"Thank you." He said, putting several chucks of dried omnisha fruit in his mouth, upon carefully inspecting them, and chewed slowly. Harry wasn't particularly hungry—what he needed was sleep.

Harry hadn't slept since they escaped from Sirius IX. He was afraid his murdering loving blushing bride of less than 24 hours would kill him while he slept. "Har…Jones, I'm worried about you frafu." JaeKyrn said, sitting next to him. "You haven't slept since yesterday. You must be exhausted, your frail human body needs to rest."

Harry couldn't deny it, but he would not succumb to his body physical need for sleep – not with JaeKyrn in close quarters. He thought about the old movie phase he had once read on the back of a Terran classic movie: In space, no one can hear you scream. A truism he had no desire to experience firsthand.

He looked at JaeKyrn though bloodshot eyes, smiling weakly. "I'm fine." He said, stifling a yawn. "I have to make sure we do not get lost."

JaeKyrn's orange-gold tinted eyes filled with tears. "You find me unattractive don't you?" she asked bluntly, "You only agree to shackle with me in order for you to break out of prison!"

"That's not true!" Harry protested, trying to calm her down, he had no idea what she might do to him in her present state of mind. "I love you." He said quickly, without hesitating.

"DO NOT LIE TO ME!" she screamed. "I hate being lied to, that is why Esbin…" she pointed an accusatory finger at him. "You're lying."

Harry swallowed hard; his heart beat rapidly in his chest. "JaeKyrn, I swear to you on my honor, I'm not lying to you." He would have admitted to anything, if it meant keeping his head on his shoulders – literally.

"Then why haven't we perform the shacklen-lure zur?" she whined, cutting her eyes at him. "Our shackling is not complete until we are joined together." She ran a sharp nail down the length of his arm.

A chill raced down his spine, the thought of doing anything with the little psycho terrified him.

"What is the shacklen-lure zur?"

"Didn't Phizhet tell you before he had his unfortunate accident?" she huffed. "Didn't he explain that we must join our bodies together?"

Harry's brown eyes widen, as he realized what shacklen-lure zur meant.

JaeKyrn suddenly blushed, showing her blacken teeth. "It is what your species call consummating the ceremony?" she said, unsure she had worded it correctly. Harry's spine stiffen, the Siriusian giggled. "Do not tell me you are shy, Har…Jones." She said coyly, batting her eyelashes.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I…er…well…you know." He said, stumbling over his words. JaeKyrn laughed loudly.

"My Har…Jones…shy." She ruffled his long shaggy black hair. "I will prepare to give myself to you." She informed him, getting up to leave.

"But JaeKyrn…the ship…"

"Will be okay." She interjected. "You have inputted the coordinates into the spacecraft computer haven't you?"

"Yes but…"

"Put the ship on autopilot and join me." She ordered. "I will expect you in fifteen minutes or less." She said with finality. Harry nodded. "You will prepare to give yourself to me too." She said. "I have placed all the necessary hygiene products your species require in the tatrum."

She stepped forward and kissed him on the lips, the feel of JaeKyrn's goatee rubbing against his face did little to put him in the mood to perform the shacklen-lure zur. "Please do not keep me waiting my husband." She caressed his lips with her thumbs and left.

Harry didn't have time to think of a way to avoid bedding his love hungry psycho wife. He switched the spacecraft on autopilot and went to prepare himself to consummate his shackling with JaeKyrn.

With his shoulders drooping in defeat, he entered their quarters…

It was better to perform the shacklen-lure zur with the murderess psycho…

Than having his body parts stacked neatly in a pile…

***

Paris, France

"Christine, we have several hours before we land in Paris." Spock said as he rose from his seat and pulled her in his arms. "Do you have any ideas how we can pass the time away?" He twirled her around a few times before pulling her back into his arms.

"Spock." Christine gasped, as she caught her breath. "I had no idea you could dance."

He leaned over; Christine bristled as she felt his breath on her ear. "There is a lot you do not know about me." He whispered. "Are you willing to find out?"

She looked up in his dark brown eyes and shuddered. "Yes." She said as her legs turned to jelly.

"Are you okay my Christine?" he asked, as he held her in his strong arms.

"I'm fine." She said. "I'm right where I want to be."

His lips quirked up slightly. "I am please with your answer." He twirled her around again. "Do you want to dance the time away?"

"We can do that." She replied.

"Is that all you want to do?" he said, moving her towards the back of the shuttlecraft. "Dance?"

"What else do you have in mind?" her heart was beating so loudly in her chest she was sure Spock could hear it.

Spock opened the door to the private spacecraft's luxurious bedroom; it was decorated in various shades of pink. On the small end table was a bottle of pink champagne and two flutes. "Do you agree with what I have in mind?"

Christine giggled. "I am most agreeable to what you have in mind." She replied, as he led her in the bedroom and locked the door behind them. He informed the flight attendant not to disturb them unless it was an emergency.

"Shall we dance?"

She nodded, unable to speak. Spock entwined his hand in hers and moved towards the bed…

***

Trace propped himself on his elbow and watched his angel as she slept peacefully beside him. He couldn't believe he had fallen in love with such a beautiful and caring woman! He was sure they would have a long and wonderful marriage just like his parents had. Trace knew it wasn't manly but he was hoping to have a houseful of girls, each just as beautiful as their mother.

He laughed silently as Christine began to murmur in her sleep. "No…don't stop." She groaned. "Oh…"

She must be dreaming about me! He assumed, poking his chest out like a proud peacock.

"Please Sp…"

"Mr. Westbrook." The flight attended soft voice ranged out over the computer link. "Mr. Westbrook, please respond."

"Mr. Westbrook responding." Trace replied, stifling a yarn.

Christine heard Trace's voice and slowly opened her eyes. "No it can't be!" she said to herself, "What is Trace doing here? Where is Spock?" She looked around the bedroom, panic overcame her. Where is Spock? Where is he?

"Hello sleepyhead." Trace grinned, planting a kiss on her cheek. "It's time to get dressed."

Then she remembered…

Making love to Spock was a dream! A figment of her imagination!

"Sir, the shuttlecraft is fast approaching the Paris shuttle port." She announced. "We will be landing in fifteen minutes.

"Thank you. Miss Chapel and I will take our seats shortly."

Christine masked her disappointment. "Mmm, hello handsome." She yawned. "How did you sleep?"

"Great." He grinned. He reached for his pants. "I didn't know you talk in your sleep."

"Really?" for the second time in a matter of minutes the feeling of panic overwhelmed her. "Did I say anything stupid?" she was hoping against hope she hadn't mentioned Spock's name.

"No." he chuckled. "In fact, you were turning me on." He replied. "I was hoping you were going to call out my name but…" he looked towards the computer link and shrugged his shoulders.

Christine began to blush. "Wow, maybe we shouldn't have finish that whole bottle of champagne." She lazily swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stretched the rest of the sleep out of her body.

"Babe, we have to hurry." He said.

Christine picked her discarded clothes off the floor. "I can't believe we are in Paris." She sighed. "Trace, this is the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me."

Trace looked at his girl, grinning from ear to ear. "This is just the beginning." He stated.

She turned to him with a lopsided smile on her lips. "I'm ready." She lightly racked her nails across his bare chest. "How about you?"

Trace felt the pink ring box burning a hole in his pocket. "Christine, you don't know just how ready I am."

***

San Francisco, California: Starfleet Academy

After bringing in the last of the boxes, Nyota dropped to the floor, leaned her head against the wall, and shut her eyes. She sensed Spock sitting down next to her and he placed a gentle hand on her thigh.

"Are you still angry with me?" he asked.

"No." she answered. "After thinking it through, I have to admit your way is more logically sound than mine."

Hours earlier they had debated the pros and cons of having Nyota move all of her belongings in all at once, verses moving her possessions in slowly over a period of time. Nyota wanted to move her things in all at once and be done with it. Spock wanted her to take her time, in order to avoid raising suspicion and gossip.

"But Spock it doesn't make any sense." She said stubbornly, refusing to see the logic in his argument.

"Nyota, try to see reason." He replied evenly. "I am thinking of your well being. I do not want you to draw undue attention to yourself." He explained. "Think what will be said if you suddenly move out of the dormitory, I will tell you what everyone will think and say. Cadet Uhura, first-year cadet of the quarter has been expelled from Starfleet."

"Spock…"

"Nyota, think about it." He butted in. "You will see my way is the only logical way."

She rolled her eyes and huffed…

"My intentions were never to cause you…"

Nyota interrupted him with a kiss on the lips. "Case close." She murmured against his lips. She laid her head on his shoulder and glanced around the sparse room. "We really need some furniture, although having an air mattress in the middle of the living area is convenient." Her temperature shot up four degrees, thinking how convenient it was.

Spock began caressing her thigh...

"Spock don't start." She giggled, playfully shooing his hand away. "As I was saying, we need something to sit on besides the air mattress."

"But we do not sit on the mattress do we?" he remarked, giving her a knowing look.

"Okay, Commander, let's get out of here." She said standing up. "I'm in the mood to do something fun." Before Spock could respond, Nyota quickly said. "Outside the apartment."

He looked at the bed then at her. "What do you have in mind Nyota?"

"Roller skating."

Spock's eyebrows threaten to leave his forehead. "What is roller skating?"

"Oh commander, you are in for a surprise." She replied, reaching for her camera.

"Why do I have a premonition that this is one activity I am going to regret?"

***

The skating palace looked out of place among the 23rd century landscape. The white building with the sloping blue roof, attracted visitors because of its oddity in a world of virtual reality halo games, off world camping trips and family oriented theme parks in other galaxies.

Nyota was surprised the place was fairly crowded. "You're not scared are you?" she asked him teasingly.

Spock observed a group of school aged children learning how to skate. One little girl tumbled backwards and fell on her bottom and began to cry. "No." he replied.

"Great." She laughed. "We have to go to the counter and rent our skates." Spock's eyebrows knitted together. "What's the matter?"

"We are going to wear rented skates?" he inquired. "Nyota that must be against Federation health code."

"Spock, you will not contract an incurable foot fungus." She quipped. He raised a concern eyebrow. "Spock…relax."

Nyota doubled over in laughter as Spock tried to explain to the bored and confused counter helper the proper way to sanitized rented skates. The tattooed, multiply pierced, seventeen year old, shrugged his shoulders and said. "Dude…only two squirts per customer." As he handed Spock his skates.

"You are so funny and you don't even know it." Nyota commented as she snapped several pictures of him.

***

Nyota laced up her skates and taught Spock how to lace up his skates so he would be able to stand without tripping over his feet. She got up, walked to the ramp and rolled onto the rink with ease. She waved at Spock as she skated around the rink twice before returning to his side.

"Wow, this is a great workout." She said, catching her breath. "It's been a while since I've done this." She brushed her braids out of her face and smiled at him. "Are you ready for your skating lesson?"

"Yes." He replied, matter-of-factly.

Sensing his hesitation, Nyota sat down next to him. "K'diwa, it's going to be fine." She assured him. "As your mentor of everything human, I want you to experience what it's like to have fun." She looked into his beautiful human eyes. "I want us to be able to teach our children how to skate together, just like my parents taught me and my siblings."

A ghost of a smile flashed on his face. The thought of him teaching his offspring how to skate pleased him. "I find your statement very pleasing, ashaya."

"On behalf of our future children, I do too."

"How many children are we talking about?"

"More than two." She said shyly. Nyota stood to her feet and helped Spock to stand on his. "Don't look down; it will throw off your balance."

He nodded as he made Nyota his focal point. "You're doing great k'diwa." She complimented. "Now bend your knees slightly and stretched out your arms." He did as instructed. "Pretend like you are marching and come towards me."

Spock took a few wobbly steps forward before grabbing her by the waist—bringing them both down. Nyota swept her braids out her face and she looked into Spock's eyes. Her butterflies began to flutter in the pit of her stomach. Nyota grinned wickedly as she felt him becoming aroused beneath her. "I think I am going to like this a lot better than I first thought." She quipped.

Spock felt her heart pounding hard against his chest, his temperature was rising with each touch…if they were alone he would have bitten her by now.

"I know." Nyota said, reading his thoughts. Spock absent-mindedly tucked several braids behind both ears. "Spock you even make falling an erotic experience." She said breathlessly.

The tips of his ears turned green. "Nyota…focus." He said evenly.

She bit her bottom lip and blushed. "Yes commander." She replied teasingly.

***

Nyota slowly guided Spock out on the rink; he immediately wrapped his arms around her – to keep his balance. "Having fun?" she whispered, smiling from ear to ear. "Because I am."

"Definitely." He replied. "I had no idea learning a primitive form of human entertainment could be so appealing." He stated with a hint of humor.

Nyota laughed. "I can't wait to hear the story you are going to tell our children about how mommy taught daddy to skate." She joked.

Spock loosened his grip as he steadied himself. "Take small steps, ashaya." She reminded him. "Make sure to position your feet is in the shape of the Terran letter 'V'."

"Alright."

She offered him her hand. "When you feel comfortable, I will let go." She promised. "But I will never leave your side."

Spock accepted her hand and entwined his long fingers in hers. After he skated a few steps, he gently squeezed her hand. "You are the very best of me Nyota." He said softly in Vulcan.

She smiled at him shyly. "And you are the very best of me Spock." She replied. Nyota asked a fellow skater to take pictures of them.

The elderly woman's green eyes twinkled. "I will be more than happy to my dear." She said. "I have been watching the way you two act towards each other. Are you two married?"

"Yes." Spock replied, looking at his bondmate.

"I thought so." She said. "My husband and I." she pointed to an elderly, silvered haired gentleman surrounded by a group of children of various ages. "He's entertaining a few of our fifteen grandchildren until I get back." She chuckled, the love she felt for him was written all over her face. Her husband looked up, saw her staring at him and smiled back.

"We have been together a lot longer than the both of you have been alive." She turned back to Spock and Nyota, "Okay enough of my babbling." She laughed, raising the camera. "Say love is the only way."

"Love is the only way." Spock and Nyota said in unison.

She took several photos of them and handed Nyota her camera. "Thank you." Nyota said.

"Maggie is the name." she replied. "And it has been my pleasure; there is nothing greater than love." She said, before she left. "Remember that when at times it seems your world is about to collide around you."

"How many grandchildren do you predict we are going to have?" Nyota asked, as they watched Maggie joined her husband and grandchildren.

"More than two." He replied.

***

Nyota's warm laughter sliced through the cold January night as she adjusted her arms around Spock's neck. Her Vulcan, determined to show his Nyota his fun side, insisted on giving her a piggyback ride the entire way home. Nyota laid her head on his broad shoulder and playfully nibbled his right earlobe.

Spock shut his eyes and sighed deeply – fighting to maintain control over his rising desire for his bondmate.

"Give it up k'diwa." Nyota whispered. "I own you." She stuck her tongue in his ear, causing Spock to tighten his grip on her legs.

"Nyota you are flirting with danger." He warned her.

"Oh really?" she said, running her hand slowly through his silky hair. "What are you going to do about it? Throw me on the ground and have your way with me?" Spock remained silent but sent his response through their bond, the image of her Vulcan dragging her by the hair behind the nearest bush put a smile on her face. "I'm agreeable to that."

"Nyota you never cease to amaze me." She kissed the nape of his neck and pressed her forehead against the back of his head. A few minutes later her stomach began to growl.

"I'm taking you to IHOP."

"No." she protested, "I want to go home." Her stomach growl again.

"But you need nourishment, immediately." He reasoned.

"We will order a pizza with extra cheese and pineapples, okay?" she kissed the tips of his ears. "I just want to be alone with my Vulcan and have him play his lyre for me while I dance for him…which will lead to other things…"

She sent him images of what other things she was referring to…

"I am agreeable to that." He replied as he picked up the pace.

A/N: The words minusha-beloved, tatrum-bathroom and frafu-sweetheart are words I made up for the Siriusian language; I think shacklen-lure zur is self explainatory...hehehe. I think Nyota teaching Spock to roller skate was adorable, Spock need to know what it's like to have fun...outside the apartment... (Like Nyota is really complaining) lol. Christine almost gave herself away... and Harry making love to your wife can't be all bad...lol

Please R/R it feed my muse....and thanks for reading!