Epilogue

A couple of hours later, the party was winding down. Nyota leaned against Spock, enjoying the warmth of his body as she watched the attendees leave. Scotty was helping a very inebriated Chekov out the door. Chekov swept his hand dramatically. "I HAVE CLAIMED ZIS LAND FOR MOTHER RUSSIA!"

Kirk frowned. "Is he going to be okay to work tomorrow?"

"Aye Captain," Scotty replied. "I've gotta home remedy tha' should fix 'im up."

"Russia inwented hangower cures..." Chekov slurred.

"Ay think yeh'd have some Scots disagree wit' yeh, Laddie..."

Nyota looked up at Spock. He looked like a happy cat. There was something still imperious in his expression, but he was without a doubt content. But Nyota thought she knew something that would increase this contentment. "Spock, can we go home and have sex?"

Spock was looking around. "Did Michael leave with Leon-" He stopped abruptly and turned slowly to Nyota. "Can you repeat that?"

Nyota leaned in closer. "Can we go home and have sex? I can repeat it in just about any language you'd like. Eighty-three percent of the language in the Federation, as you pointed out."

Spock lowered his head. "Are you sure? After the Pon Farr I thought..."

"That I'd never want to touch you again?" Nyota supplied. "Spock, I just married the most wonderful, handsome, intelligent man in Starfleet. I am going to make love to- Ack!"

Spock had scooped her up into his arms, rising to carry her towards the door. He paused briefly before Kirk. "Jim. Thank you for this celebration."

"Of course, Spock. Congratulations, you two..." He looked at them, Spock carrying Nyota in his arms. "Okay, you gotta see how this is weird for me."

Spock tightened his grip around Nyota. "I believe this is called the Bridal Carry and thus quite suitable for today."

"Yeah, yeah... I get it." He smiled at Nyota. "Can I kiss the bride before she's whisked away?"

Nyota seemed to consider it, she then gave a brief nod. Jim leaned in and pressed a kiss to Nyota's cheek. "Congratulations, Lieutenant." He lowered his voice. "Please don't get pregnant. I need you on the bridge."

Nyota felt her cheeks heat. Spock's hand clutched her leg possessively. He gave a quick nod to Kirk and continued out of the corridor. Along the way to their quarters, crew members who had not been able to attend the wedding called out their congratulations.

Spock opened the door to their quarters and carried Nyota across the room, setting her down gently upon their bed. He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. Slowly, Nyota felt it deepen. Spock's hands slid over her sides.

Their bond- ever present in their minds, but somewhat dulled in everyday moments- flare to full life. Nyota could feel her husband's love for her, his lust for her. Nyota had a feeling bond sex was going to be even better than melding during sex. Melding always required concentration, there was something physical lost. But their bond came as natural as breathing.

"I have wanted you," Spock said earnestly, running his hands over her hips. "I did not want to rush you if you were unready."

Nyota squirmed beneath him. "I know, Spock... I've been ready too. I just thought it might be nice to wait. Until our wedding night."

Spock growled softly, crawling on top of Nyota. He leaned in and took a heated kiss from her lips. "Making me wait... K'diwa..." He shook his head. "I have burned for you."

Nyota's breath hitched. Spock was never so blatant in vocalizing his needs, except...

Spock nuzzled against her cheek. "Forget that time. I want to replace it with this one. I want to be open with you about my desires. I have wanted to make love to you." He leaned in to her ear, nipping at the lobe gently. "I want to kneel between your thighs and lick the sweat from your skin. I want to delve into your heat..."

Nyota shiverered and Spock cupped her cheek. "You like when I talk to you, Nyota?"

Nyota gave a nod.

Spock hitched up her dress, raising the skirt above her waist. He ran his hands over her legs slowly, letting his fingertips drag across the flesh. "It has been torture watching you. In your uniform every day... Seeing these long legs bare for me." He raised one leg up. He pressed kisses to the ankle, slowly trailing them up the calf, laving his tongue over the skin. "I love your legs. I remember when you were in my first class. Sitting in the front row. Legs crossed, skirt riding up. I tried to deny it, but I thought about what it would feel like for these legs to be wrapped around me."

Nyota gasped as Spock's nose nuzzled against her thigh. "The past month, watching you lean over the comm... I am far past the stage of denying it now. I wanted to walk up behind you and-"

Spock slipped his hands underneath her thighs, running them up. When he got to her ass, he grabbed both cheeks and squeezed. "I wanted to touch you. I wanted to pull up your skirt and see... Ah."

Spock pushed up her desk a little more, revealing the lacy white panties beneath. Spock leaned in, brushing his nose against the gusset. "These are not Starfleet regulation, Lieutenant."

Nyota smiled down at him teasingly. "I'm not on duty right now, Commander."

Spock's fingers slipped under the waistband as he mouthed at the lace. Nyota whimpered, rocking her hips against his questing mouth. It wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough.

"Patience," Spock chastised her. He pulled her panties down her legs, exposing her to his hungry gaze. He pushed up her dress further, exposing her navel. Hooded eyes glanced up at Nyota as he dropped kisses over her belly, tongue darting into her bellybutton.

Nyota slipped a hand into Spock's hair, taking hold of it. She slipped a leg over his shoulder. "Spock..."

"Taluhk nash-veh k'dular," Spock crooned. He slipped back down between her legs and Nyota hissed softly she felt a strong swipe of his tongue against her entrance. She wiggled her bottom, asking silently for more.

Spock was willing to give it, his tongue delving deep inside of her. He hungrily feasted on her, drawing her pleasure out. Across their bond she could feel his delight at bringing her such pleasure. He loved her taste, love the quiver of her thighs. He licked and sucked at her, sending shivers up her spine.

He offered no more than the tease of pleasure, the promise of climax. Spock reared up on his knees and leaned in to kiss Nyota's lips. She sighed against his mouth, tasting herself on his lips. Spock slipped his hands beneath her, urging her to sit up. "You looked so beautiful today, Nyota. But I would like to take off your dress now."

Nyota nodded her head and Spock reached for the zipper of her dress. He slid it down before pulling Nyota's dress over her head. Nyota was left only in her bra. Rather than removing it, Spock leaned in and nuzzled his nose between her lace-covered breasts. He huffed out a breath against her skin. "I rhapsodized so much about your legs I neglected some other parts of your body."

"Spock..." Nyota's voice was a keening whine. The low timber of his voice was hitting her right in her core, causing warmth to spread through her.

Spock easily lifted Nyota up, easing her to straddle his waist. Once he was satisfied with her position, he divested her of her bra. He let out a low growl. "Your breasts, for instance." He licked the swell of her breast.

Nyota giggled. "Isn't it illogical to care about a woman's breasts? They are a way for her to nourish her offspring. Not that mine are very nourishing..."

Spock glanced up at her with smouldering eyes. "That they nourish offspring is what makes their sexual allure all the more logical. It is proof a woman can feed children." Spock took one of her dark nipples into his mouth, sucking for a moment. "And I will not have you defame my wife's breasts. They are perfect. Pert and supple..." He pressed kisses to her breasts before swirling his tongue around her nipple, teasing it.

"Spock," Nyota gasped. While he was a passionate man in private, Spock was never so bold with his desire.

"I am with my mate," Spock answered her unspoken question. "My wife. If there was anyone I could be free with, it is you, Nyota. You have noticed a change in me since we bonded?"

Nyota thought about the last month. Every day, things had mostly been the same. They were devoted to their jobs. But if Nyota was honest, every little thing had changed. It wasn't big... But just small things.

She thought about how when they were alone and Spock would curl against her as they read. How he'd give her a kiss in the turbolift the moment before they stepped onto the bridge and went to duty.

"Cuddlebug," Spock murmured. Somehow, Spock saying that was more alluring than any of his erotic flattery. "Our bond offers me peace and calm. You are a balm to the turbulent feelings I fight to suppress. Just touching you is akin to an hour of meditation."

Nyota nodded, playing with Spock's ears. "So I'm a calming technique for you," she teased.

Spock growled softly. "You are everything for me."

He bowed his head again, mouthing over her breasts. "And I have not finished talking about the rest of your body."

"Spock..." Nyota giggled. "You really don't have to."

Spock's hand came down on her ass in a light slap, jolting her. She shrieked, clutching his shoulders. "Don't I?" Spock then took both cheeks in hand. "You must let me speak about your posterior. It might be one of my favourite parts."

Nyota's cheeks grew hot as Spock fondled her ass. "Spock, you are..."

"Madly in love," he finished for her. "I could name every part of your body. Your lips." He kissed her mouth. "Your nose." he kissed her nose. "Your ears..." He nipped at one lobe. "I love every part of you."

"But especially my ass," Nyota laughed.

"I am overly fond of your ass." Spock nodded and flipped Nyota over onto her hands and knees. He knelt behind her. Nyota gripped at the covers of the bed as Spock nipped and licked at the globes of her ass. As he lavished her flesh with licks and kisses and bites, his fingers gently stroked at her pussy.

Nyota whined softly, lifting her hips. "Spock... Stop..."

She looked over her shoulder to see Spock raising his head, eyebrow arched. "Do you not enjoy this?"

Nyota rose up. She pushed Spock back on the bed, smiling at him. "You once told me 'logic dictates that a fulfilling sexual relationship be mutually satisfactory'."

Spock allowed himself to smile back at her. He whispered something in Vulcan, a naughty plea for his own pleasure.

Nyota reached for his fly. "You remember."

"I remember everything," Spock replied. He grabbed the bottom of his tunic and pulled it up. It was a testament to his eagerness that he did not bother to fold it. He simply tossed it to the floor. He raised his hips when Nyota had unzipped his pants so she could pull them and his underwear down.

"Is it my turn to say all of the things I love about your parts?" Nyota asked.

Spock drew her in and kissed her heatedly, worrying her lower lip with his teeth. "I do appreciate your way with words... But Nyota..."

Nyota tightened her fingers around his cock, making him groan. She stroked her hand up and down slowly. "But you'd much prefer I put my mouth to other uses."

Spock's hips rose and Nyota shifted down. She pressed hot kisses to the green shaft. Above her, she heard Spock's sharp breath as she licked and kissed at him.

"You know I was scared," Nyota murmured against him, nuzzling her nose to the thatch of black hair at the base of him. "When we first started dating. I'd never dated an alien. And Vulcans don't really let people know about their... Private things."

Spock reached down to finally pull Nyota's hair from its ponytail. He carded his fingers through her hair. "And when you finally saw me? Were you scared?"

Nyota shook her head. She looked down at his cock, slipping her hands down to cup his testicles. Spock's hips canted upward at the caress. "It's not much different than a human's. More olive... Maybe slightly larger."

"Only slightly?" Spock's eyebrow rose.

"Generally comparable." Nyota flicked her tongue over the head. "But it makes me feel..."

"What does it make you feel, Nyota?" Spock's voice deepened.

"Complete," Nyota replied. " You make me feel complete. Every part of you."

Spock picked her up so she straddled his lap. His cock brushed against her entrance. " Every part?"

Nyota nodded. "Yes. Your dick. Your cute little butt." She ran her hands over his chest. "Your wonderful chest hair. Your pointy ears." She captured one ear point in her mouth, making him groan. She pulled back. "Right down to your toes."

Spock cupped her face. Unlike other times when they were together in bed, he wasn't touching her psi-points. He didn't need to. He could meld with her without it now. Nyota smiled at him. "Your mind." She leaned in and kissed his forehead. "And your heart." She bent her head down to kiss the spot low on her torso where his heart was located. "Every single part."

Spock's dark gaze looked upon her, his brow furrowed slightly. "With everything that has happened, Nyota... I have one regret."

Nyota felt her heart flutter. "A regret?"

Spock nodded. "I should have married you years ago. The second we got back from fighting Nero, I should have asked my elder self to bond us together. That feeling of completion... I feel that too. I honestly do not know how I coped before being bonded to you. You are my life, Nyota."

Nyota pressed her mouth to his, allowing herself to fall into a deep, hungry kiss.

"Can I?" Spock moaned against her mouth.

Nyota nodded. She felt Spock's hand on her hips, adjusting her position. She then felt the hot slide of him inside of her, stretching her. She pulled back from the kiss, looking down at him as he pulled her down to settle on top of him. "You want me on top?" Nyota asked.

Spock nodded. "I want to watch you."

Nyota planted her hands on Spock's chest. She played with his chest hair, gently thumbing his nipples. Spock laid back, letting her take control. She knew part of the reason for his passiveness was fallout from Pon Farr. He'd been so demanding and aggressive, he wanted her to know that he was okay if she took control.

"You are so beautiful." Spock held one hand at her waist, the other cupped Nyota's cheek. He ran his thumb over her lower lip. Nyota opened her mouth and took it in, sucking on it gently. Spock groaned and bucked his hips.

She could feel his pleasure. She could feel his love. She could feel her own love reflected back, merging with his own.

Spock moved his hand from her hip, finding her clitoris and stroking it with two fingers, in almost a perverse version of the ozh'esta. She arched her back, letting herself give in to the feelings of pleasure and love wash over her. As she felt her orgasm rising, she felt Spock shift to sit up. He cupped the back of her head, bringing her down to kiss him, swallowing her cry of completion. Spock thrust his hips up and Nyota could feel the waves of ecstasy as he reached his own climax.

Spock wrapped his arms around Nyota. He was trembling slightly. Nyota smiled at kissed his cheek. "You want to snuggle now, don't you?"

Spock nodded. "I really do."

They laid down together, Nyota's body still sweaty. She crinkled her nose. "Are you sure you want to snuggle with a sweaty human?"

"As I am the one who made you sweaty, I take it as a point of pride." Spock wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. Nyota rested her head on his chest, draping a leg over his hips. "We are married now."

Nyota nodded against his chest. "I had noticed that. We did do it twice."

Spock nuzzled his nose against her hair. "We have not talked about any taking of names. That is a common tradition in human culture."

Nyota glanced up at him, furrowing her brow. "You want me to take your last name?"

Spock narrowed his gaze. "That seems unwise, as you and Michael are the only people on the ship besides myself who can pronounce S'chn T'gai. I could take your last name."

Nyota laughed, pressed a kiss to his chest. "Mister Uhura, report to the bridge."

"If you ask me to, I will." Spock cupped her cheek. "I belong to you, Nyota. I would be honoured to bear your name as well."

Nyota sat up and studied her husband's face. She gently traced his cheek with her fingers. "Your father wouldn't be pleased."

"I believe now that I have married a human, my father has given up hope of me following Vulcan tradition. But to him and New Vulcan, I can still be S'chn T'gai Spock, Son of Sarek. But my Starfleet record is another matter..." Spock's eyes were smouldering. "Nyota, ask me."

Nyota shook her head. "I'm not going to ask you to be Spock Uhura."

Spock looked mildly disappointed. "I would have liked to have the same name as you. To show we are family."

Nyota bit her lip to hide her smile. "What do you think of Grayson-Uhura?"

Spock went quiet for a long time. He just stroked Nyota's hair. Finally, he nodded. "That is a pleasant name."

"Spock and Nyota Grayson-Uhura," Nyota murmured. "We belong to each other."

Spock pulled her back to lay against him. "That, indeed, we do."

Author's Notes: I know that people don't have to change their names upon getting married, but looking at the Star Trek folks it actually seems to be SUPER common, unless they're marrying someone who doesn't have a last name people tend to change it. So maybe its popularity rose again? It just seemed like something my needy Spock would want, to be a named part of Uhura's family.

Anyway, just wanted to provide some fluffy smut to finish things out. I hope to be back soon with another Star Trek story.