I hope the past few chapters were worth the wait? Continuing my birthday celebrations, I'll post a few more chapters tonight then I need to regroup. Nyota and Spock have flipped the script on me again...

Sexual Healing?

Spock broke the connection to Vulcan and went back to attend to Nyota. He could do this. He had to do this. He sat on the bed and gathered her up in his arms again. She was still wet. He had not dried her before he called his mother. So he took the towel he had dropped over her and began to dry her skin.

She was so beautiful. He loved the color of her beautiful earth-toned skin. That was one of the first things he had noticed about her. And her smile, she had the most beautiful smile. It was mischievous and mysterious like that of the Mona Lisa. And her eyes. She had such rich dark eyes but they sparkled like the sky on a Vulcan evening. She was a perfect beauty.

He dried her skin but her hair was a tangled mess. She had made two fat braids of it but they had not survived the shower. If she lived she would kill him for ruining her crowning glory. Spock almost broke at the thought of losing her. There was only one way to save her, but that meant violating her. And she would hate him for it. He would lose her anyway. She trusted him with her life and he had failed her. A wave of anger and despair washed over him. Fuck my life, he thought.

Either he let his wife die in agony or he violated her body without her permission. Some choice. Was this the choice his mother had given Nyota when they were joined? No wonder Nyota was angry at him. And now that the situation was reversed somehow, she was still going to be angry with him. But logic demanded that he live with her anger rather than live without her.

"Nyota, Aduna, please forgive me," Spock whispered in her ears as he took her in his arms and pressed their bodies closer together.

He kissed her forehead, and the tip of her pert nose and her stubborn chin. "Please forgive me," He said again as he began to explore his body with his hands.

"Okay," She moaned.

"Nyota!" Spock shouted in shock when she spoke. "Nyota!" He shook her again. "Aduna wake! I need you!"

"Not right now, I don't feel well," Nyota said in a drowsy voice.

"We must!" Spock insisted. "Wake up," he shook her shoulders.

"Spock, I'm tired, I don't feel good."

"I know Aduna. But please for me, open your eyes."

Nyota opened her eyes and looked up into Spock's face. She looked confused and annoyed at the same time.

"I'm sleepy, let me go to sleep."

"No. You cannot, you must stay awake, you must stay with me."

"Why can't I sleep?"

"You're ... we need to bond."

"Bond? been there done that," she said and she tried to roll away from him.

"No, we must bond right now. Please Nyota, you need this."

"I need you to get off of me so I can get some sleep." She tried pulling away again.

"No!"

"What?" She opened her eyes at his shout.

"You are my wife, you will attend me. Now!"

"Spock! Have you lost your mind?"

Spock laughed without humor. "Yes! It is lost in you somewhere. Yes, I have absolutely lost my mind!"

"Spock, you're scaring me. What is happening?"

"I just want to make love to my wife, is that a crime?"

Uhura squinted her eyes in confusion, "You've never wanted to before. why now?"

"What do you mean I have never wanted to? I have always wanted to."

"You did? But you never tried to...I thought... I thought you didn't want me," she said sadly.

"No," Spock said. "Of course I want you. I need you." He tried to hug her to him but she pushed him away.

"Nyota stop this nonsense now! I don't know how much time you have, don't you feel the fever burning in you? Don't you feel the desire to mate coursing through your veins?" he pleaded with her.

"I don't know what I feel, you're confusing me. I don't know what to think anymore!"

"Then don't think, just feel." He touched her psi points. "Feel what I feel in you," he said. "Just feel..." He placed his fingers on her psi points. "My thought to your thoughts. Your thoughts to my thoughts... Feel. Feel me in your mind. Feel the fire that burns for your husband."

"Yes!" She cried. "Yes, I feel it. It burns. It hurts. I need."

Suddenly Nyota sprang up and pushed him on his back. "I need you." She said looking at him with fever-glazed eyes.

"Then come, take what you need," Spock said as he lay still on his back beneath her.

Uhura grabbed the back of Spock's head and brought his face close to her own. "You're mine!" She said and kissed him hard.

"Yes, yours," Spock said through their mind link. "Take what is yours."

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Nyota awoke to the sound of rummaging in her dining area and the smell of food cooking.

Spock had prepared breakfast for her if her nose was any indicator.

She sat up and stretched her arms above her head and froze.

"Ouch!" She was so stiff. She must have slept the wrong way or something. Then she looked down and realized she was naked. She hurried to cover herself with her sheet.

Where did this come from? This was not the blanket she had on her bed earlier. Had Spock changed her bed, she looked around. The room was in order but some things were slightly different. Uhura noticed little things. Her sheets were different, her dresser looked too neat, everything looked too neat. Did Spock clean her room while she slept?

She lay back down and covered herself up as Spock came into her bedroom with a tray.

"Plomeek soup and toasted flatbread," Spock said placing the tray in front of her

"Is this special soup?" She asked as he sat on the bed and served her.

"Special?"

"Yes, when I had breakfast with your mother on Vulcan she was very interested in learning about the soup you served me before. She wanted to know why and how you prepared it for me. I told her it was just because we often grab quick meals together but she seemed to think this plomeek soup was special, some kind of courtship ritual."

"Ah," Spock said.

"Ah, as in you know what she meant? There is some truth to her claim? This," she pointed to her soup, "has some secret meaning?"

"Plomeek soup is a traditional Vulcan staple meal and as such it does hold a special place in our culture. However, what my mother was referencing is the taboo of catering to someone who is not your own mate. If an unbound person were to serve another unbonded person, it could be perceived as a declaration of intentions to mate. Of course, the other party would also have to accept for it to be official."

"Is that so? So that's why you tossed Christine's soup in her face?"

"I did no such thing," Spock said indignantly.

"You did, she told me all about how you were sick and she brought you a bowl of homemade soup and you tossed it and her out of your quarters."

"I do not recall that incident, however, I was not myself at the time."

"Of course, when she told me what happened I couldn't believe you would do such a thing. But then we see how that incident turned out."

Nyota took a sip of the steaming brew.

"And I suppose all this time I've been accepting your soup and your declarations of intentions to bond while being none the wiser?"

Spock didn't answer.

"I'll take your silence as an affirmative. We're bonded now, so I suppose its a moot point. Thank you for the meal." She said as she rested her hand on his uniformed arm. Uhura felt a warmth spread through her body that didn't seem to come from the soup. It was the strangest feeling but she liked it.

"There is no need for thanks. It is also a Vulcan tradition for a guest to prepare the morning meal. I am merely performing my duties."

"As my guest or as my bondmate?"

"Both."

"Fair enough. So now what?"

"I do not understand your query."

"Now, what do we do? Go on with our lives as if this incident didn't happen? I'm still not sure where I stand with you. This nap was the first time in a long time I was able to sleep without interruption." She said as she devoured the rest of her meal.

"I'm actually quite famished. I feel like I haven't eaten in days. Either that our you're a good cook."

"I am no culinary expert," Spock said quietly. "Nyota I have something I need to tell you."

"Uh-oh, that sounds like you're gearing up for one of your confessions. What is it now?" she said as she finished her soup.

"I debated whether or not to tell you this. I decided that if I told you now, you would be very angry with me but if I withheld the information and you found out later you would be angry for both doing it and not telling you that I did it."

"Did what?"

"We slept together," Spock confessed.

"Yeah I know, you watched me take a nap, remember?"

"No... I mean yes... I mean I spent the night here but we didn't sleep."

"You spent the night? What time is it?" Uhura asked looking around as if she could gauge time by her surroundings.

"I will tell you the date in a moment-"

"The date? What about the date? What is going on? Did I oversleep?"

"No."

"No?" She asked with suspicion.

"No. Not precisely." Spock hesitated.

"Precisely what then?" she said becoming suspicious whenever he went monosyllabic.

"We slept together."

"You already said that!"

"Well...Uh... You know, we had intercourse," Spock said.

Uhura was quiet for a long time and there was a look of confusion on her face.

Finally, she said, "Oh. We did?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

Spocks eyes got huge. "Yes, I am very sure."

"So it was real? It wasn't just some dream or mind meld or something?"

"Um no. So you... remember... it?"

"I thought it was... I... Oh my god!" she stared at him in shock.

"Nyota I-"

"Spock, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just couldn't stop myself... I've been so horny lately and...what the hell is happening to me?" She cried. "I thought I dreamed that you and I ... that we-" She stopped short and slowly she turned suspicious eyes on him. "You!" She pointed at him. "Somehow this is your fault!"

"Nyota I am sorry-"

"You let me do all of that stuff to you?" she said with disgust.

"I was trying to help you-"

"Help me? How? Why? What is wrong with me?"

"You had the Fever-"

"No! Your katra infected me with your horny sex disease and now I'm a succubus!"

"What?" Spock could not believe his Vulcan ears. "Succubus?"

"You heard me, mister, I knew it. I knew you were too good to be true. I knew you Vulcans were hiding stuff. Sulu said it was secret tech, but I said no. No, it's just your repressed society. But it's worse than that. You're all sex demons. Well, I'm not like that. I am not down with that. I've never even-"

"Nyota please calm down." Spock pleaded. She was obviously still under the Fever spell.

"Calm down? Calm down!" She looked as if she were about to blow her stack after that. Why had he said that to her? His mother had warned him to never, ever tell a woman to 'calm down'.

"Get away from me you horny toad!" She said kicking her feet to shoo him off her bed.

"NY"

"Don't you 'Ny' me! I remember it now. It's all coming back. Oh my god, the things I did to you. And you just lay there. You must think I'm a-"

"Kroyka!" Spock yelled.

Uhura was startled out of her tirade.

"Nyota, listen to me. You didn't do anything wrong. We're married, bonded. There is nothing to be upset about..." he reached out to her.

"Don't touch me!" She shook his hands off of her. "I'm so ashamed. Why does this keep happening? What have you done to me?"

"I didn't mean for this to happen I swear to you."

"Why didn't you stop me?" Uhura demanded.

Was she crazy? Spock thought. What man would deny his wife? But he knew better than to say that too.

"Nyota we had to."

"Why? Why would we have to do that?"

"I believe you were in Plak-tow.

"What is that?"

"That is the madness of Blood Fever."

"The Fever-Fever?"

"Yes."

"But why would I have that? I'm not even Vulcan!"

"Doctor McCoy thinks—"

"Doctor McCoy? He knows!?" Uhura squeaked.

"Yes, I asked him to check on you after... well after."

"Oh no. No no no." She shook her head.

"He is a doctor. He would never cause you harm or embarrassment. But he had to help you."

"Help me to do what? Tie you up?"

"Nyota please be-"

"What now, am I going to be ok? How did I get Blood Fever?"

"McCoy believes my Katra may have triggered this Plak-tow."

"So am I going to go succubus like you every 7 years now?"

Spock frowned. "Would you please stop saying that word?"

"What word?"

"Succubus," Spock said annoyed to even repeat it.

"Why? It's just a stupid word."

"That it is."

Uhura looked Spock straight in Spocks eyes. "Succubus," she said.

"Nyota," he warned.

Defiantly she tilted her head side to side with every syllable. "Suc-cu-bus."

A feeling Spock had never experienced before came over him. His wife was challenging him! He wanted to... to...

He swiped the breakfast tray aside and it crashed to the floor. Then he pounced on top of Uhura throwing her back and pinning her hands above her head.

Uhura looked up at Spock with a shocked expression, her mouth shaped into a perfect O.

"Wife, you will attend me," Spock said.

Uhura didn't know what came over Spock but she wasn't about to take it lying down. Attend my ass.

"Suc-"

She never finished because Spock's lips crashed down on hers.

Uhura couldn't believe this was happening. Spock was kissing the hell out of her. And she liked it! She wanted it. She needed it. Oh god, how she needed this. She felt like she had been lost in the desert and he was the rain.

As Uhura kissed Spock back, he released her wrists and started to work the sheet down from between them. When she lay beneath him naked she threw her arms and legs around him. She looked up at him dazed.

"Spock," she whined. "What is happening?"

Spock didn't dare speak lest he should break the spell they both seemed to be under. Maybe he was wrong for doing this but he couldn't help himself. His wife was spread out beneath him like a feast and he could feel the fire still burning within her.

He started to work his pants down, clumsy as he worked with one hand while balancing himself above her on the other. Uhura started to kiss Spock again. She kissed his lips at first. And then she sprinkled kisses all over his chin and then moved to his neck. She loved the sandpaper feel of his stubbled skin as it brushed against her delicate face and it turned her on even more. She was on fire. Her nipples were tight and hard and she could feel herself getting wet and ready for him.

"Hurry up!" she commanded in his ear, as she impatiently waited for him to finish removing his clothes. Spock pressed her back onto the bed and then raised up to remove his shirt. And then he threw his naked body down on top of hers.

Yes! She thought. This is what I need. Spock pinned her down and she eagerly spread her thighs around him. "Hurry," she whispered and she writhed under him.

"Attend," he said.

Uhura's body went all ashiver at his command. Damn! She liked this sexy aggressive Spock.

He stared down at her for a moment and then asked: "Do you want this Aduna?"

Duh. Oh Hell Yes! She thought. But she demurely nodded her head. "Yes, please?" She begged.

Slowly Spock entered her body until he could go no further and Uhura nearly cried out with joy. Spock was still staring down into her eyes, watching her every expression, gauging her reaction to him.

Nyota wanted to close her eyes and hide from the raw honest look on his face as he watched her. Once again he had her at a disadvantage as he could read her like a book and all she could see was his determined Vulcan face.

But it felt so good to have him inside of her and on top of her surrounding her everywhere. She sighed in pleasure and gripped him tightly. Yes, this is what she wanted, all she ever wanted. She just wanted Spock to want her as much as she wanted him.

Spock was grinding into Uhura with a steady unrelenting pace and yet he seemed to be holding back and being gentle at the same time. She did not want that. She wanted all of Spock, both the Vulcan and the Human, just as she gave him all of herself. But she didn't know how to tell him that.

"Spock!" she cried out. "Please!" But he just kept gently rocking into her. She pulled his head down to her as hard as she could and buried her face in his neck. Why was he so damn stubborn?

Uhura raked her nails down his long lean back and she felt him shiver and rock into her deeper. Yes! That's it! That's what she wanted. Vulcans did not kiss in the human fashion. They bit their partners, and when Nyota nibbled at Spock's neck and jaw and his shoulder Spock reveled in the very Vulcan act. Then she nipped harder and really bit him and he couldn't hold back.

Spock looked down at her as if he were going to eat her alive and she loved it. That's right give me everything you've got. This is what I need. "Yes!" Uhura shouted when Spock changed angles and hit her in the right spot. There! Ooh, right there!

Uhura didn't realize that Spock could read her thoughts while they were joined physically like this. He didn't need to meld with her. He had dropped all his shields and was right there with her, joining in the pleasure their bodies made as they came together.

He knew Nyota didn't want him to be gentle and controlled but he was still Vulcan and he knew that he could injure her very easily if he ever lost complete control. He had to be careful even if she didn't want him to be. But when she bit him he couldn't help but thrust roughly into her and hold onto her as tight as he could.

Pleasure washed over him and he could feel through their bond that she was extremely pleased with herself when he pounded into her and released his seed.

Mmm... She felt so good, so happy. She never wanted this moment to end. If only for this moment in time, Spock belonged to her completely. She squeezed her body around his absorbing his heat and his life. Yes! she thought, Mine! And she cried out as the delicious tension broke inside of her and Spock rung the last drop of pleasure from her body.

Spock rolled them to the side with her body still wrapped around his. Uhura was feeling like the cat that just got the cream. Am I drooling? She wondered. And she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her lips tucked against Spock's body.

Spock could not believe that he finally had his wife where he wanted her, in bed by his side. He had never felt this way in his entire life. He felt alive and happy, true happiness, not induced by spores or drugs or fever. And he felt love. He didn't know if he was feeling Nyota's thoughts or his own but he felt it and it was delicious and amazing.

Spock watched Nyota as she slept. She was still warm but not as hot as she was when he could not wake her. He read the look on her face as contentment, there was no trace of the stress and angst she had been feeling for the past few weeks and he hoped she didn't have any more bad dreams or any more doubts about their marriage because he had no doubt in his mind that this is where she belonged until the end of time.

Sometime later, Uhura awoke in terrible pain and not the delicious kind of pain you felt after being well loved with tired muscles. No, she hurt. "Spock!" she cried out gripping her belly.

Spock woke up immediately panicked. For the 2nd time in so many days, Dr. McCoy was summoned and had to rush to Uhura's quarters with his emergency medkit. And once again Spock was a nervous wreck.

"Spock, what did you do to her now? McCoy barked as he rushed to the bedside where Uhura writhed in pain gripping her middle. Spock stood there speechless. What had he done? He had done this. He hurt his Aduna. He was a bad husband. Spock could feel Uhura's pain and her fear. And he was terrified for her. What had he done to her?

Dr. McCoy administered a sedative and soon the pain subsided and she was resting comfortably again. He examined Uhura with a perfunctory scan and declared he could find nothing physically wrong with her, no fever, not even a trace of the Plak-tow remained. "It was probably just a muscle spasm," McCoy told her patting her hand.

Spock heard McCoy talking softly to Uhura asking if she would like to go to sickbay for a more thorough exam and she refused. He gave her another hypo with the standard fertility suppressants and declared her fit for duty whenever she was ready to return. McCoy tucked Uhura in and told her to relax and then he went to talk to Spock.

Spock was waiting in Uhura's sitting room when McCoy emerged from the bedroom. "Spock Uhura is fine. I examined her as best I could and I can find no trace of fever. Her vitals look good too. The pain was likely just a cramp brought on by the fever and dehydration. Just monitor her, make sure she eats something and drinks plenty of fluids and she should be fit for duty by her next shift." Spock heard the doctors words and acknowledged that Uhura was safe but Spock's mind was made up. He had hurt Nyota and he was not going to touch her again.

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