Will these lovebirds ever make it to Vulcan? Who knows? Just sit back relax and enjoy the show :-)

Naughty Nyota

Uhura was bored out of her fecking mind! She didn't have any more work to catch up on. No codes to break, not balls to bust in the communications dept. Nothing! She had spent the past few days burning through the communications reports and now she was all caught up, done, finished. She needed an outlet for her pent up emotions and nervous energy.

Spock was gone most of the day, either in the science labs or on the bridge or doing his rounds on the ship. Her friends were likewise engaged. Either they were working or spending their off hours pursuing personal interests that didn't seem to include her. Or maybe she'd alienated too many of her friends lately? It was all she could do to keep her temper in check. She had snapped at more people these past few days than she had her entire time on the Enterprise.

Christine was out of the question of course. Charlene would have been her go-to for companionship but she seemed to be avoiding her lately too. So much for having my back, she thought and a flash of anger went through her before it subsided. Uhura couldn't stay mad at Charlene. She really was a true friend and she deserved a break from Uhura's drama. And maybe she as miffed because Uhura had been spending so much time with Spock? But Sulu was giving her the cold shoulder too. Sure she ditched him first for his on good to quell the gossip about them but now she needed a friend to lean on damn it!

Checkov? Scotty? They didn't respond to her calls. Nobody seemed inclined to just hang out with her. What Uhura didn't know was that most of her male friends had gotten the not so subtle side-eye from Spock when they had inquired about her whereabouts and health. And Charlene, well, she and Spock had recently been seen in tete a tete meetings deep in the bowels of the ship in auxiliary control.

Gossiping tounges were wagging again about what was shaping up to be the romance or the scandal of the century. What was going on? Was Mr. Spock a Mack? It was rumored that Uhura was shacked up in his quarters while he was running around with Lieutenant Masters. Was he with both women at once? Was he two-timing Uhura with Masters? Spock's love life was the most exciting thing to happen on the Enterprise since forever. And once again when Uhura entered a room full of people a hush fell over the crowd and rapid whispers soon followed.

Screw this! She thought as she left the rec room in a huff. Crewmen scrambled to get out of her way as she stormed through the halls to her quarters. When Uhura arrived back at her quarters she immediately saw her console with the blinking light indicating messages waiting. He hadn't bothered to have her messages forwarded to Spock's place. One because she hadn't planned on staying as long as she had, and two she hadn't really been in the mood for whatever it was people wanted to say. But the messages were staring her in the face now so she had to deal with them.

She saw several messages from Charlene who was at first worried about her and then finally Charlene had claimed to disowned her for her continued ghost act. There were also several good wishes from her fellow crewmen. Her mother left a brief message and so did her Bibi.

Uhura felt awful but she didn't want to speak to her family right now. Whenever she was sick or injured she tried to keep it from them until she knew she would recover. She hated to worry them with unknowns and right now her mood was a major unknown. She especially couldn't risk speaking to her mother who could push all of her buttons and she might not be able to control her reaction.

She looked around the room for something, anything to amuse herself. She went to her closest and started to rearrange it. It was stuffed full of items she purchased on Argelius that she hadn't gifted to her friends yet. And it was full of all the clothing Spock had purchased for her. She started to open the garment bags and she was surprised once again at the generosity on display. Spock had spared no expense for her wardrobe. And each outfit was complete with undergarments to match.

Spock was an enigma to her. His taste in clothing closely matched her own or at least the clothing he had chosen for her was just what she would have chosen, some even more provocative and brazen than she would have dared to wear. But the underwear was what really caught her attention. It was all barely there lace, seethrough, peekaboo types of garments. What was he trying to tell her? She smiled to herself. Spock was kinda kinky. He did insist that she sleep nude claiming that was the Vulcan way. Sure right, Spock, Uhura thought, shaking her head.

She went through the packages and found several negligees. She got a little travel bag and packed those up to take back to Spock's quarters. She would wear one for him and if he didn't like it he could remove it from her...very slowly. She couldn't help but grin thinking about him and their relationship. She never would have imagined Spock would be so sexual. Of course, she had fantasies about him back in the day. She often imagined what it would be like if Spock were attracted to human women like her? What would it be like to make love to Mr. Spock? Would he be caring and gentle or would he be rough and passionate?

The reality turned out to be better than any fantasy. Spock could be a gentle caring lover but sometimes if she pushed him enough he could be passionate and even a bit rough. And Uhura loved it all, especially when she had driven him to the extreme and he took her urgently and passionately as if he could never get enough.

Thinking of Spock this way was making her hot which was often the case lately. She couldn't wait for his shift to be over. He was working so hard. He deserved a special treat when he got home. But he was spending so much time in his science lab. He needed to take a break, preferably with her.

Suddenly she had an idea of what his 'treat' should be. She gathered a few more personal items and shoved them into her travel bag. Then she went back to her closet and found a large cloak. This will do, she thought with a wicked grin.

/*-/*-/

Spock was hard at work in his personal laboratory. He was hunched over a scanning microscope looking for anything out of the ordinary in Nyota's bloodwork. He was deeply engrossed in his work and he had blocked out all distractions, so his normally keen ears did not hear someone enter. He only knew he was not alone when he felt someone wrap their arms around his shoulders hugging him from behind.

Spock instantly relaxed when he recognized his wife's clean fresh scent and the fragrance of her hair.

"At ease Mister," She said in his ear and then nibbled the lobe for good measure.

"Nyota, what are you doing?"

"I'm here to relieve you," she whispered and she let her hands wander down over his chest and then down his abs to caress his crotch. "Mmm hmm. Just as I suspected. You're very tense. I think you should take a little Nyota break."

"Oh!" he said as he felt her squeeze him. "What is a Nyota break?"

She released him and stepped back. "Turn around and see."

Spock turned from his scanner and took in his wife dressed in an old Starfleet cloak.

"Are you cold my wife?" he asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. Our bed is cold and lonely when you're not there. And I can hardly keep warm with the outfits you bought for me."

"What outfits are you referring to?"

"This." Uhura untied the belt of her cloak and opened the flaps to reveal the outfit. A very skimpy matching bra and panty set.

"Nyota what are you wearing?"

"One of the Argelian outfits you bought for me. Do you like it?" She dropped the cloak and did a slow pirouette modeling the ensemble.

"It is um... quite... Yes. But why are you wearing it now?"

"You don't like it?" she pouted.

"No, I did not say I do not like it. I bought it because I thought you would look very pleasing in it."

"And do I look very pleasing?" She asked.

"Indeed you do." Spock nodded in agreement with himself. "But Nyota this is hardly the place to wear such a garment."

"Oh? Why not?"

"I am working, this is a working laboratory. Someone could come in and see you like this."

"So? What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?" She asked innocently.

"Nyota you know very well that it is inappropriate for the work environment."

"But I'm not working. I am on medical leave. I can't wear my uniform so I thought I'd wear some of my beautiful gifts and show you my gratitude. I never got to thank you properly back on Argelius." She stepped away from her cloak and sauntered up to Spock.

"Thank you," she said and she reached up and kissed him.

Spock couldn't resist snaking his arms around her trim waist and then sliding his hands down to palm her bottom.

"Nyota..." he murmured.

"Hmm?"

"We cannot do this here. Someone could come-"

"Shh." She interrupted him with a finger to his lips. "Someone will definitely come. I took the precaution of locking the door and setting the do not disturb. There's no need to worry. Sit down and let me thank you properly."

"I do not think this is... um..."

"Spock don't think. That's your problem, you think too much. Just feel. I just want to make you feel good. Okay?"

Spock thought about his predicament. Why was he fighting this again?

"Okay," he agreed.

She kissed him again long and slow. "Now you just sit back and relax and enjoy the show."

"What show?" he asked as he resumed his seat.

Uhura went to the comm unit and pulled out a special program tape that was tucked into her bra. She inserted the tape into the console and soon the sound of rhythmic music filled the lab.

Uhura went back over to Spock and pulled a string from her hair which was used to hold her hair up in a thick puff. She spun his chair around and clasping his hands behind his back, she looped the string several times securing him in place.

She ran her fingers through his hair messing it up while she massaged his scalp.

"I'm gonna blow your mind sugar," she whispered in his ear and gave the lobe a little nibble and then she spun the chair back around to face her.

Spock sat in awe and watched as his wife started a slow seductive dance. She was incredibly graceful and lithe. She rolled her hips and swiveled her body as if her back didn't have a spine. Spock thought his wife looked incredibly beautiful as she did her little dance for him. Never in his wildest imaginings did he think he would ever see Nyota perform for him in this way.

She dipped down on her knees and crawled up in front of him pushing his knees apart.

Uhura quickly opened his trousers and pulled out her prize.

"Don't you move a muscle," she scolded when Spock inhaled sharply. Uhura nuzzled his erect flesh. "I've got you now," She said and she kissed the head.

Oh yes, she did have him! Spock thought as his body was slammed with pleasure.

"Mmm, I remember the first time I saw this big boy," Uhura said as she stroked him. "I believe I cursed your mother."

"Aduna, this is not the time to discuss my mother."

"Yes. Right now it's just you and me mume mpendwa." she whispered in Swahili.

Uhura gave Spock's penis a long slow lick from root to tip.

"Mmm, mpendwa mpenzi" She murmured as she took him into her mouth.

Spock couldn't keep still as his wife commanded. His hips bucked forcing his penis deeper into her mouth.

"K'diwa!" Spock said catching his breath again and then letting it out in a hiss. His hands strained against the restraints and he struggled not to thrust. He didn't dare risk hurting his wife who was busy 'thanking him properly'.

The red alert klaxon suddenly sounded but Uhura didn't miss a stroke. She swallowed Spock deeply and then shallowly, bobbing her head to the rhythm of the music still playing in the lab.

"Mr. Spock, report to the bridge immediately," M'Ress announced over the ship's intercom. Uhura didn't want to let go of her prize and she held Spock captive with her tender ministrations.

"Nyota! I must... I have to go." Spock said with a strained voice.

"Not yet," she said and continued her task. Spock could easily break the restraints but he didn't dare. He couldn't disobey his wife, not when she had worked so hard just to please him.

"Nyota! Please!" And please him she did.

The bridge called for him several more times and finally, annoyed by the interuption, Spock freed his hand and slapped the button on the console. "Spock here. Tell the captain I am coming! Spock out!"

/*-/*-/

"Spock, where the devil have you been?" The captain demanded when Spock finally arrived on the bridge a short while later. "We've been trying to reach you for the past 10 minutes!"

"I am sorry captain," Spock said as he went to his station. "I was...uh... tied up in the lab."

Swahili

Beloved husband = Mume mpendwa

Sweetheart = Mpenzi

Vulcan

Beloved = K'diwa

Wife = Aduna