Spock and Uhura cope with the big news the best way they know how.

No Worries

Uhura succumbed to her exhaustion while she and Spock were sitting in the observation area and Spock gently picked her up and carried her back to their quarters. He thought he was carrying the most important thing in all the universe in his arms, his wife and unborn child. There was no one and nothing more important to Spock than Nyota at this moment.

Spock put Uhura to bed, but his mind was reeling from the recent revelation. Illogically, he was extremely pleased to have Uhura safely back in his bed, where he could keep watch over her and protect her. He would stake his life and that of his entire clan to defend her and the unborn child she carried. He didn't know why he was having such irrational thoughts, but he knew somehow it was tied in with his recent feelings of separation anxiety from Uhura.

His wife was carrying his child. Spock still couldn't digest the news that he was going to be a father. How was a man supposed to react when he found out he was going to be a father? If he allowed himself to feel, would he laugh? Would he cry? Would he shout in victory? Feeling was not Spock's forte. He was a thinker, and logic was his foundation, his strength. But right now, he could not think logically. He could not think at all, and his emotions were in turmoil. Uhura had asked him how Vulcans cope when they were stressed. They meditated. But as he sat in his usual spot of their quarters, going through the motions of his evening meditation, he found no comfort in it. He stared at the flame of the lamp, but his mind was a million miles away.

Growing up on Vulcan, Spock had been so lonely, but he could never admit it. He had chosen the path of Surak early on, so Sarek expected him to behave according to logic at all times. No matter that his childish heart was also human and hurting from the rejection he faced daily. His mother tried to understand him, but she was too human, too emotional, and most of all, too in love with Sarek to understand the burden of being a child of two worlds placed on him.

He had tried being the good Vulcan and failed. When he left for Starfleet, he'd then tried being human and failed miserably again. He did not want to be Human or Vulcan; he had just wanted to be himself. When Captain Pike left the Enterprise, Spock had been tempted to leave as well. But where would he go? Home to Vulcan or Earth? What was he if not a Starfleet officer? The Enterprise was the only place he had ever truly belonged. He had built a wall up around himself until he met Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy. They yanked him out of his shell of loneliness. And then he'd met Nyota Uhura, who'd lit a flame in his soul and he'd been burning ever since.

Everything had changed for him in these past few years. Because of Jim and Bones, he was a son again. And because of Nyota, he was a husband, and soon to be a father. He was the man he never thought he could be and, were he to ascribe a word to the feeling, it would be sublime.

Spock didn't know how long he sat in the dark staring at the flame. Perhaps hours later, he heard the bed creak. Uhura slid down behind him on the floor and wound her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder, plastering her body to his back. "How long have you been sitting here staring at that lamp?"

"I do not know," he answered honestly.

"Very imprecise Mr. Spock. Did I break you tonight?" she wondered.

"No. I am... I am..." Spock fumbled for an answer.

"Shush, it's okay. You're not a robot, you're a man. It's okay to not be okay sometimes." Uhura kissed his shoulder. "Besides, it's been a helluva day." She slid her hands under his shirt and gently massaged his chest while she hummed a song. "Does that feel good, Adun?"

"Yes."

She lifted his shirt and maneuvered it over his head, tossing it across the room. She resumed pressing her chest to his. "Tonight I'm going to take good care of you for a change."

"You take good care of me quite often," Spock said, pleased by the feel of her bare breast against his warm skin.

"I'm not talking about sex," she said, but she raked her fingernails over his skin and tickled his ribs. Spock inhaled quickly, trying to maintain his composure.

"One of these days I'm gonna make you laugh," she threw out the challenge.

He grabbed her hands to stop her mischievous groping. "Not like that, you won't. I am not inclined to laugh when you touch me like this."

"What are you inclined to do then?" she rubbed herself against his back.

"You are incorrigible," he informed his wife.

"You like that about me," she said, and she continued her exploration of his skin. "I wish we had a bathtub. Wouldn't it be nice to have a long, hot, relaxing bath after the day we've had?"

"Yes, it would. On Vulcan, my clan owns hot springs where the family often gathers to bathe together."

"Really? I wish I had known that when I was there. I would definitely have taken advantage of a bath."

"I will show them to you, as well as the rest of our family's holdings when we get home," he promised.

"I didn't study all the documents your father gave me, but from what I understand, you own a lot of land?"

"You own a lot of land, Aduna," he corrected her. "Father gave that to you as is your due for being my wife and his daughter."

"I don't want nor do I need your land. Earth provides for me."

"You are no longer merely an Earth woman. You are a Vulcan too. You must have some part of our world to call your own, especially for your heirs."

"Let's not talk about heirs tonight? Tonight is just about you and me. We'll deal with the rest of our lives tomorrow, which will be here soon enough."

"Indeed. You are very wise, Aduna."

"Well, don't sound so surprised," she chastised him while still raking her nails all over his chest. "They say even a broken clock is right at least twice a day."

"At least?" Spock questioned her logic.

"Yes. Now, take off your pants."

"Why?"

"I'm naked, so it is only fair that you should be naked too. And I know you did something to my nightgowns. I haven't seen one since we started living together."

"You do not need nightgowns. It is illogical to sleep in clothing when the environment does not deem it necessary."

"You mean, you don't deem it necessary. What if we were on Andor? Would you let me wear a gown then?"

"You still would not need one. I would keep you warm, as is my duty as your husband."

"Oh really? How would you keep me warm on a cold Andorran night?" Uhura shivered as if they were already there.

"It doesn't bear mentioning since you expressed you are not interested in sex."

"I never said that. I am always interested in sex, especially with you."

"Especially? Then it is fortunate for you I am here instead of someone you are not especially interested in."

"Ooh are you jealous?" she asked, squeezing him from behind. "Don't be Adun. I am only interested in you. You're it, Mister. You're my first and my last."

"Do not make promises you cannot keep. You do not know what your future holds."

"I know you'll always be the only one. I don't want anybody else. I have never wanted anyone but you. I believe in us, Spock. Besides, don't be maudlin tonight. You and I will live forever minus one day, and we'll die in each other's arms."

Spock leaned back into her embrace. "Why minus one day?"

"So we do not have to witness the end of everything else." Uhura combed her fingers through that shiny black hair of his and massaged his scalp. "Mmm, I'd like to hold you in my arms just like this forever. This is how we'll die."

"And that is not maudlin?"

"No, it's beautiful. Now get naked. I'm going to show you how we relax and stay cool in Kenya."

"And that requires me to be naked?" Spock asked, but he stood up to remove his pants. He neatly folded them before he put them away.

"Yes. Vulcan and Kenya are a lot alike. It gets hot in Kenya and our atmosphere is thin too. Some of the best athletes on Earth are from Kenya because of our altitude."

"That does explain your superb conditioning."

"Mmm-hmm, you know I like to stay in shape," Uhura stood and hopped up on the bed, showing off her athleticism.

Spock wanted to warn her to be careful, but there was no need. She was still in perfect physical condition, and if only for tonight, there was to be no mention of her pregnancy. He quickly finished undressing and got into bed beside her.

"Now, how do Kenyans stay cool?"

"Well, we like to take things slow and easy." Uhura climbed on top of Spock and ran her hands up and down his torso very slowly, kneading his flesh under her nimble hands. She leaned forward and kissed him slowly and deeply before she whispered "We Kenyans don't worry about things, no matter how big," she wrapped her hands around the base of his penis and gently stroked him from the base to the tip, "or how small."

That elicited a grunt from Spock, but he did not interrupt her. "When someone asks how was your day, you say "Hakuna matata". No worries."

"Hakuna matata?" Spock repeated the words with a deep, raspy voice.

"Mmm-hmm. Just like that. Hakuna matata usiku wa leo*. No worries tonight. Just let go of all those thoughts and relax. Just focus on me. Who needs meditation when you have a sexy wife?"

"A sexy wife is cause for extra meditation," Spock said. His voice had that deep timbre it got when he was relaxed and at peace with himself.

"Well, if you prefer to meditate-" Uhura sat up as if she was going to climb off, but Spock forestalled her by snatching her arm and pulling her down until their lips almost touched again.

"No Aduna. Far be it from me to curtail your efforts. It is quite hot in here. I would like to learn more of your Kenyan methods for cooling off."

"I thought you would." She kept stroking him until he was hard and ready. "The best way to cool off is to work up a good sweat, get good and wet." She slid down his body and took him in her mouth. Of course, this was Spock's favorite, though he would never allow himself to admit it. Uhura lifted her head and licked her lips. "Now, let evaporation cool your skin."

"That seems very logical," Spock murmured. "Perhaps another demonstration?"

Uhura grinned while she slowly lowered herself onto his penis, joining their bodies together. Hard and stiff. Wet and slick. Slow and easy. Nice and steady. She rocked herself on top of Spock while he gripped her hips in his powerful hands.

Every time Spock entered her, Uhura felt the same thrill as if it was the very first time. He stretched her so wide, stuffed her so full. She gasped when he bottomed out inside of her. She loved to be on top, where she could control all the action. They would make love as fast or as slow as she chose. She would take Spock as deeply or as shallowly as she wanted to. But there were times when she wanted something more. When she wanted Spock to take control and show her that dangerous beast that she knew lurked within him. And she knew just how to get him off.

He could read her thoughts and emotions so easily when they were joined like this. All she had to do was think of what she wanted. Think how she wanted him to hold her and touch her and take her, and he would do it. She never had to ask. Spock knew what she wanted and what she liked. And she trusted him. No matter how far she pushed him, he would never hurt her, never lose complete control, even when she challenged him to. Because that too was what she needed. A man who would not betray her trust, no matter what.

Spock rolled them over and buried himself deep inside her, thrusting hard and fast. Yes! that was what she wanted. Come deep inside me, she thought, and Spock obeyed her unspoken command.

*usiku wa leo=tonight