"I do not mean to offend you, but I struggle to accept that your formula functions the way you would like it to." Mr. Spock explained, as he leaned on the counter in Dr. Vida's clinic.

"Spock, you met Savon the night of the presentation." The doctor referenced the little boy she'd helped a couple produce using her methods.

"Yes, I did- a handsome boy- however you and I both understand that a singular instance isn't necessarily proof. For most theories to be called proven, they must be replicable-"

"He was the first CHILD produced using my serum. I did initial clinical trials on Vulcan and was able to both induce Plak Tow with my serum and clear it with an antidote."

"Your sample size was small. I read the study."

She was both annoyed with his scrutiny and flattered that he'd read her work.

"Additionally, your sample did not include any Vulcan men of mixed blood."

"Your point being?"

"My point is that we don't know if the serum would work on someone like us."

"Fine," Vivian disappeared into her lab for a moment and came back with a small cube. "Let's find out."

"What are you suggesting?" Spock raised an eyebrow. "You would like for me to be part of your experiment?"

"Why not?" She set the cube on the counter beside him and pushed a button. It cracked open, fog from the cold rolling off of it.

"Because I am aboard a starship, inducing a violent blood fever would be illogical. I could cause harm."

She pulled a syringe from a drawer and stabbed it into a vial, drawing up some liquid. "You seem to disbelieve my theory. If this is the case, and you are correct, then you will be unaffected. If you are incorrect, and my theory does work," She reached back into the cube and pulled out a sort of epipen, "I inject you with this and you return to your normal state- no harm done."

Spock gave a tense sigh, "A flawless argument, Vivian." He was a stubborn man, who liked to be right. "What would you like me to do?"

"Roll up your sleeve," She washed her hands and snapped on a clean set of gloves.

"My sleeve does not move up that far-"

"Then take off your shirt." Were it not for her eagerness to prove him wrong, she would've been much more excited at the prospect of her new betrothed removing an item of clothing.

He obeyed, folding the blue garment and placing it in the chair. "What now?" He was lean, but not overtly muscular, and there was no hair on his chest.

"Have you never received an injection before?" With one hand, she pushed him to sit on the exam table. With the other, she typed a note on her tablet. She scanned over his vitals once, then cleaned his arm with an alcohol swab. The smell of the antiseptic filled the room. Finally she grabbed the syringe and jammed it into his arm with unnecessary force.

He noticed, sharing an angered look with her as she withdrew the needle and disposed of it in the sharps container on the wall.

After removing her gloves, she returned to her tablet, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"How do you feel?"

"I assume you refer to physical sensation."

"Yes, that." Another round of vitals showed no increase. Dr. Vida deflated.

"How long is this going to take?"

"I anticipated a reaction would have occurred by now...Since it hasn't..." She handed him his shirt, "Wait five minutes and then you're free to go."

Smug might have been something he felt, but he could sense her disappointment. He took his shirt from her, but hesitated to put it on. He noticed that he felt warm, suddenly. Dr. Vida had exited into her lab.

"Vivian," He swallowed hard, his vision beginning to blur. His voice was too quiet to be heard over the rumblings of lab equipment. He needed to find her to let her know what was happening. As his heart rate sped up, he went to the counter to find the second syringe, but it was a spring loaded device he was unfamiliar with. "Vivian," He groaned, squinting as he stumbled to her lab door.

Vivian's tablet buzzed, "Temperature increased." She looked at the machine curiously, assuming it had made an error. "Maximum heartrate reached." With an eye roll, she went back to her exam room, eyes on her device the whole time.

When the door opened, Spock jumped in that direction. His eyes went to her breasts, which moved with every step. It was as if he was seeing a woman for the first time. "Vivian,"

"Oh, you're still here."

As she crossed his path, he grabbed her by the waist, causing her to drop her device. "Spock!" His body felt like it was on fire. He leaned down, and, for the first time, pressed his mouth to hers, feverishly. She was caught off guard, but not displeased. Was this not what she had wanted just a few weeks before? Did she not, in her mind, beg for him to reach out to touch her?

His jaw forced hers open as his tongue explored her mouth. She felt the beginnings of arousal: hard nipples and an increased feeling of pulsation between her legs. For a moment, she sunk in his arms, reveling in his sudden attention. Using all of her will, she finally dislodged him.

"It worked," She moved to the counter, "But, don't worry- I'll get you out of this." Her hand drew the second syringe from the cube. Turning her back to him was a mistake. Before she could turn around, she felt his hot breath on her neck.

Spock watched her full rear bounce to the counter, spilling out of the small black under-portion. It was more than he could handle. Why should he try to handle it? She'd practically tried to seduce him not long before. She had agreed to be his. He leaned his body into hers, and placed his hands on her hips, sliding them up her womanly silhouette to her waist.

Her formula worked. When he leaned against her, she felt an erection pressed against her backside. Her breath caught in her throat, "Spock," she squeaked. His lips found her neck and began placing gentle kisses in a line. She let out a shaky, but pleasant sigh.

"What if I don't want to get out of this?" He growled in her ear, causing a shudder to ripple across her body. One of his hands released her long enough to take the syringe from her, and throw it across the room. It found a place again on her body, this time, on the clasp at the top of her dress. Once unhooked, it fell forward asymmetrically, and a breast slid into view. His hand was rough at first, gripping it roughly in his palm. She yelped, causing him to shiver and dig his teeth into her shoulder. Then he became more devious, rolling her nipple gently between his fingers. With a groan, she collapsed back into him. He'd won, and her body was his prize. His other hand sneaked between her stomach and the counter, then moved lower. He began to rub the front of her undergarments. With his two hands moving in sync to pleasure her, it looked as though he was playing a string instrument.

Her clothing frustrated him; he leaned her forward on the counter and opened a drawer. With a rip, he removed a sterilized scalpel from its plastic packet. He titled her hips slightly to get a better view, then went under her dress with the scalpel, splitting apart the black fabric. He saw pink and shine, and was amused to see he could produce such arousal in her. His fingers teased for a moment, before one finally entered her, eliciting a gasp. Just as he suspected- warm, wet, and tight. He couldn't take anymore.

With one swift movement- he swept her up in his arms and deposited her onto the exam table. When she fell on her back, he got his arms around her legs to pull her to the end of the table. He watched her breasts twitch with her shaking. His tongue glided along her thigh before he bit down again. She reached for him, but he caught both her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her. "You want this."

With the other hand, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and withdrew his appendage. The lok was engorged, with pulsing veins, and a shiny head. The top already oozed. He leaned against the edge of the table and drug himself across her slit.

"Oh god," She panted, noticing his size. She felt the moisture, and the chill of the air.

"You NEED this." Even in his fog, he knew it would be too easy to knock her off the table. He pressed a few buttons on the side, leaning it backward to arch her back and angle her hips. Then he saw them and wondered why he hadn't thought of that before- she was a sexual health specialist. Her exam table had stirrups. He moved her feet into them and separated them as far as her legs would allow. "I want to hear you beg."

She moaned quietly. His hand flew to her neck in a choking maneuver, as he thrust two fingers into her, bringing out a scream. His arm pumped back and forth as she writhed. "Please," she choked. He moved his thumb to contact her most sensitive spot. Her legs twitched violently as she reached orgasm. His fingers felt her walls clench around him, almost causing him to finish without having been touched. "Please."

He withdrew his fingers, then shoved them in her mouth. She sucked them as he angled himself up, and finally slammed into her. They both shouted and swore, unaware or uncaring of who could hear them. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging in, to use as leverage. He was hard and fast, the table creaking violently under them.

Easily, he was the largest man she'd been with. It blended pleasure and pain; he came into contact with her cervix more than once. He grunted ferociously and picked up pace. Her hands gripped the table to hold on as he once again found her sweet spot. Her back arched off the table as she was wracked with a second orgasm. The rippling muscle was too intense; with a long groan, he fell over the edge. His vision went white. His whole body twitched. He felt himself release, deep inside of his partner.

Finally, he collapsed forward, on top of her.