The conference was an exercise in frustration and futility. The Romulans brought a long list of demands and it seemed as if they were not willing to negotiate on any of them. I spent my time either seated behind Spock helping to take notes or walking around the room reading feelings, mostly just frustration. When the conference adjourned for lunch on the first day, Suneena quickly approached Spock while I was across the room conferring with Deanna Troi. I watched her touch his arm to get his attention, then after speaking her face showed disappointment at whatever they discussed. I felt Spock's summons, I excused myself from my current companion and made my way over to him.

"Ms. Slattery, I need your assistance researching some of these questions," Spock announced while Suneena was still within earshot, he handed me a tablet with Vulcan writing. "We will adjourn to my suite during the lunch period to work."

"As you wish Ambassador Spock."

"Please accompany me." I followed him to his quarters. Once the door slid shut, he took the tablet from me and placed it on the desk near the door. He took my hand and led me toward the couch. He sat and motioned for me to sit near him, I complied. "I find that I have missed your presence."

"I have missed you as well," I dropped his hand. "I am sorry I intruded last evening."

"You are never an intrusion," he raised that eyebrow, "would you like to discuss your dream with me?"

"I…would rather not at this time."

"It was disturbing?" he queried.

"Not exactly." I flashed the memory of him picking up the moonstone in my dream.

"Fascinating." He breathed out.

I blushed, so unsure of everything. Here I was with Ambassador Spock, my husband of a week. Involved in a conference with Ambassadors from all over the Federation and the Romulans, before this I was the Assistant to the Federation Ambassador on Vulcan. Now I was pretending to be the love interest of another while having erotic dreams about my mate. I tried to stand, Spock, grabbed my hand, anchoring me to the couch.

"Sit," he commanded as he stood. "Rest a moment." The door chimed. Spock answered the door; a young woman was standing at the door with a food delivery cart. Spock showed her where to put the food, and soon she was gone. Spock brought two bowls of Plomeek soup, a Vulcan favorite and an acquired taste, to the couch. "We will eat, then we work."

Almost every day for the next week two weeks Spock and I compared notes from the morning sessions over lunch, either in his quarters or out in public, I told him of the feelings I was getting from the members of the conference. The Romulans were still hiding something and were being inflexible. The Klingons just wanted this to be over so they could go, I was having trouble reading the Andorians and Tellurite's, but I have trouble with some species. Ambassador Riax was hoping we could resolve this and keep the Romulans at bay. The one I was most interested in was Suneena. Every time I concentrated on reading her, she was thinking of Spock. I was intrigued and frustrated.

"She seems obsessed with you," I growled. "She is still trying to find reasons to be near you, to be alone with you, and Ambassador Mamon is encouraging it." I stood up and began pacing. "And Pardek, I think he is just another pawn, the most I sense from him is confusion."

"Should I encourage Suneena?" Spock asked.

"In what way?" I glanced at him, this time it was my eyebrow that was raised.

"Perhaps share the evening meal with her." He countered, "in public of course."

"I don't know." I stopped pacing. "I would not be able to monitor her, if she saw me, I think she would not be as open."

"Perhaps your friend Tlok? He and Ambassador Riax have to eat as well."

"Yes."

"Then it is settled," he replied taking my hand. "What will you do this evening?"

"Dinner with the Enterprise command crew again."

"Logical," he dropped my hand and stood up. He leaned forward and placed one gentle kiss on my brow. "We must return to the Conference chambers now."

We entered the conference chamber as we left each time, the regal ambassador and his assistant. I don't think anyone even noticed me and that was okay. As usual Spock went across the room to speak with Suneena and this time I quickly used the communication panel to contact the Enterprise and let them know I would indeed be joining them for dinner. What I would do to be the proverbial fly on the wall during Spock's dinner with Suneena.

That evening I dressed casually and headed to meet the command crew of the Enterprise. I got to 10 forward before the rest of the group so I went to the bar to order my favorite carrot-orange juice. I was taking my first sip when Deanna and Worf arrived. They waved me over to a table big enough for the group and we waited. I dropped my barrier and focused on Worf for a moment, he is not a typical Klingon, oh the underlying Klingon warrior is present, but he was focused on Deanna. Very interesting, two men focused on one woman. Well, I kinda have that going on too. Soon the group was assembled, and we enjoyed friendly dinner. Once dinner was finished Jean-Luc and I walked to his cabin for a night-cap.

"I had a thought," he started once the door closed.

"Oh…you…" I teased.

"Grace," he smiled as he went to the bar to get our drinks.

"Sorry, Jean-Luc, bad habit." I grinned at him and went to sit on the couch. "I guess I am bit irritable tonight. My 'husband' is having dinner with another woman."

"The Romulan?"

"The Romulan," I grumbled. "I don't know why it bothers me. Spock has been mine for a few weeks?"

"You care deeply for those who are important to you," he handed me my drink. "Would you like to spend some personal time with him?"

"I do, but how? He is so closely watched by everyone, and I have heard the rumblings of his side trip to Vulcan on the way to this conference. They seem to know he was there with a female. Thankfully no one seems to know who." I smirked at him. "I actually asked someone."

"Wow, turning into the perfect little spy now?" Jean-Luc teased.

"Do you know of any way I can spend the night with him, alone?" I asked. "Even just one time?"

"Ambassador Spock and I have devised a plan. All you need to do is contact Data and you can be transported from wherever you are to his quarters, no one will be the wiser. I know you do not like the transporter, but it was the best we could come up with on short notice."

"I'll do it. Tomorrow night." I leaned forward and gave Jean-Luc a hug. "Thank you."

"My pleasure. Now you should get back to the starbase and I have some reports to finish, the fun never stops for a starship captain."

"Good night," I stated as I rose. "Don't get up," I pulled the clip holding my hair in a soft bun and shook it out, messing it up a bit. "Does that look about right?"

"Perfect," Jean-Luc smiled. "Good night."

Once I returned to my quarters, I dressed in my favorite shorts and tank for bed before beginning a short meditation. Before finally surrendering to sleep I sent one thought to Spock. "Tomorrow evening."