WARNING: SMUT

Jim was shocked. So shocked in fact that she forgot how to even kiss back. She just stood there, pressed up against the cold brick wall of the Starfleet Academy building. She was motionless. Limp. In fact, had Spock not been holding her around her waist, she would have fallen over, for sure. Million thoughts run through her head at that moment. The main one being how wrong this was. Here he was kissing her, whereas he already had a girlfriend.

Somewhere In between her rushed thoughts, she found herself kissing Spock back. It took some time, but there she was. Kissing her possible first officer. And boy, did he know how to kiss.

Spock pressed his palm right on Jim's back, effectively pulling her closer. She gasped when their chests and lower body parts connected and Spock took that opportunity to slide his tongue in Jim's warm welcoming mouth.

They stood there, in the shadows of the building, feverishly kissing each other. It would have gone like that for a couple minutes more, had there not been this thing called oxygen. Jim, already light headed, slowly put her hands on Spock's chest and gently pushed. Spock took the hint and they both broke the kiss simultaneously.

They stood there both gaping for air like fish on a dry land. Jim was clutching Spock's tux in her sweaty hands and Spock pressed his hand even harder on her back to pull her even closer. He was gonna kiss her again but she stopped him.

"Wait, Spock. Wait. This... This isn't right. You have a girlfriend. We... we really shouldn't be doing this." Jim managed in between gulps of air.

Spock, the bastard, seemed totally ok after their mini makeout session, whereas Jim looked as tho she just ran a fucking marathon.

"Lieutenant Uhura and I terminated out relationship earlier this day. That was the reason I was not present when you were presented with the title of a Capitan. I felt the sudden urge to meditate and to sort out these... feelings."

Jim stood there gaping like a motherfucking gold fish. They broke up. Today. He was single. Available.

Jim grinned like she had just won a lottery (well, in a certain way, she actually did) and tugged Spock's collar so she could kiss him again.

Spock took the hint and connected their lips together again.

He slipped his tongue directly in her mouth, apparently not in a mood to waste time. His hands made their way to the front of Jim's dress that had a huge slit running almost to her underwear and parted her dress so that he could place his wandering hands on the back of Jim's thighs.

He grasped the back of her thighs in his large hands and in one smooth movement he had her legs warped tightly around his waist.

Jim gasped when he lifted her up and she had no choice but to warp her long legs around his narrow waist. At the same time she warped her arms around his neck and her hands automatically found it's way to his silky locks. She tugged a bit on his bangs making him tilt his head a bit higher so she now had a better angle when kissing him. She almost laughed in his mouth when she felt his arousal poking her in the backside, but all that came out of her mouth were incoherent sounds that Spock managed to swallow with his kisses.

Meanwhile, his hands were mapping her thighs, the same way he would map his star charts on a starship. Her skin was so smooth and so soft, but at the same time she had some very defined muscles that gave it certain amount of strength and roughness. Her heel were digging into his butt and her hands were tugging on his hair, so he had no choice but to comply and tilt his head upwards so that he could kiss her better.

Through their light bond that was established by skin to skin contact, he could feel her amusement and a slight shock when she felt his arousal, hot and heavy underneath her backside. Her amusement spiked and Spock was shook with a wave of her own arousal, so strong that he could almost smell it. Even through her underwear and his own two layers of clothing he could feel the crotch of her panties dampening.

That seemed to snap the last bit of his self control and he pressed her, hard, against the semi smooth wall of the Starfleet Academy and thrusted his hips upwards to meet the unconscious thrust of her own hips.

When Spock threw her against the wall, Jim nearly lost her mind right there and then. But when he thrusted his hips upwards to meet her damp center, she could literally feel her brain short circuit. An electric shock traveled from her centre to her spinal cord where the spinal cord, for some unknown reason, processed it like a reflex, and sent a message to her hips, that acted on it's own accord. Before her brain could even process what she was doing, she found herself responding to the thrust of his hips with a thrust of her own and her vision blurred from an intense pleasure she felt at that moment.

She broke the kiss and threw her head back, hitting the wall in the process, almost as if to distract herself from so much pleasure.

When she broke the kiss to throw her head back, Spock took a moment to look at her. She was beautiful. Long blonde mane wild on her shoulders, her straight white teeth bitting that perfect lower lip. Her impossibly blue eyes closed form an intense pleasure she felt. Spock couldn't look away. It was as if she threw a spell on him. He couldn't move. All he saw was Jim. All he smelled was Jim.

While she was distracted, he sneaked his hands at the front of her dress and wasted no time in finding her underwear.

He slid his fingers over her white lacy panties, pleasantly surprised when he found them soaked with her juices. Without looking at what he was doing, he slid her underwear to the side and plunged his middle finger into her opening, stretching her and feeling her at the same time.

Jim's eyes flew open when she felt his finger enter her in one smooth movement. She wanted to say something, moan, scream, but she couldn't. All she could do as grasp his shoulder in a bruising grip as her inner muscles gripped his finger to keep him form moving.

She found Spock's piercing gaze on her. He was looking at her, mapping her face with his warm human eyes. Jim always found that specific trait on him very attractive. He was an alien. His pointy ears and green copper based blood was a staggering proof of it. But his eyes were so very human. While most Vulcans had dark brown or black irises, his eyes were a combination of the most delicious molten swiss chocolate and golden honey hues. Vulcan eyes were as hard as their personalities, but his eyes were probably more expressive than human ones. It always fascinated her. He fascinated her.

Spock locked his eyes with Jim's now darkened stormy sea one's. Without moving his eyes away from her face and those fascinating blue eyes, he started slowly moving his finger in and out of her, while his thumb found her clit and started drawing lazy circles. The reaction was immediate. Her eyes closed form the incredible pleasure and agony she felt at that moment. She was somewhat relieved and disappointed at the same time that he wasn't going anywhere further than this.

He took a moment to look at her. Really look at her. To look at her reaction. But he didn't found what he was looking for on her face. At that moment, a tsunami of emotions hit him from where he had his finger deep within her. He felt excitement, arousal but most of all, affection. Not quite love, but pretty close. His control snapped like a rubber band. He pushed his lips forcefully against hers, almost as if to devour her.

Jim didn't mind him being a bit rougher than necessary. Truth to be told, she was always a bit into masochism. When she felt his tongue seeking entrance, she laughed quietly against his mouth, but didn't grant him access. She wanted to torture him a bit, make him beg. But apparently, Spock wasn't in mood for teasing tonight, so he captured her full lower lip in between his teeth and bit a bit harder, almost drawing blood in the process. It worked tho. Jim gasped and he took that opportunity to stick his tongue in her mouth.

Jim's eyes rolled back. Their tongues fought for dominance. He won. Jim could have easily won this battle, but right now all she wanted to do is to feel him inside her.

As if reading her thoughts, Spock started moving his finger again, but this time he added another one and started massaging her clit at the same time. He could feel her muscles gripping her. She was close. He murmured against her lips.

"Come for me."

That was all it took. Her inner walls clamped hard on his fingers drawing him to a complete stop, while her whole body shook with the sheer force of her orgasm. Her legs warped even tighter around his waist and her hands pulled hard on his hair needing something to hold on to. She stopped kissing him for almost entire minute, her brain almost fried from an incredible orgasm.

They stood there panting, against the cold semi smooth wall of the academy. Spock was able to ignore his erection up until this moment, but right now he became all too aware of the straining muscle pressed up against his pants. He removed his fingers from Jim's wet entrance and brought them to his mouth to suck them clean.

Jim watched him with eyes that were half opened. She watched him from the moment she came down from her high. Watched him when he removed his fingers, all slick with her juices and brought them to his face to lick them clean. He seemed to like the taste of her, having let out the sexiest moan she ever heard. He was seemingly unaware of this so she chose not to point it out. She was snapped out of her trance when Spock brought his now clean hand to her door and typed in her access code. When her door opened, he took her in, her legs still tightly locked around his waist and his large hand still supporting her backside. He crossed the small hallway to her and her ex roommate's bedroom and gently lowered her on the bed.

Then he kissed her again. This time kiss was a bit more tender, but still it betrayed their urgency to rip each other's clothes off and fuck each other into oblivion. He slowly unzipped her dress and slid it down her shoulders so that she could pull her arms out of her sleeves. He started kissing a trail from the base of her throat, leaving small, but still very noticeable, hickeys. He was marking her. Making sure everybody knew that she was his. Jim found that unbelievable hot.

She started pulling at his tie, finally loosening the knot enough so she could pull it off of him. Despite the fact that he looked absolutely edible in his tux, it had to go. Everything. Next were the buttons on his white shirt, but there was this small problem. To took to much time to do one button at a time and she was getting impatient so she simply ripped the shirt in the middle, buttons flying in every direction.

Spock chuckled at the pouting face she made when she couldn't seem to unbutton his shirt fast enough and he almost laughed whole heartedly when she frowned and then proceeded to just rip the shirt in half. He opted for another chuckle tho. She looked up when she heard him and their eyes locked. The both stoped what they were doing and just stared at each other for a moment.

"I've never heard you laugh."

Her expression was priceless and Spock wanted nothing more but to laugh again just so that he could look at her surprised face for a while longer. Because as soon as she had gotten over her initial shock, she resumed to her previous task. Spock chose not to answer to that as he too turned to kissing her neck instead.

He pulled her dress down further, exposing her breasts in the process. He felt her hands unbuckling the belt and unbuttoning his pants, brushing her long thin fingers against his now painful member. He hissed and quickly snapped her hands over her head. Her eyes snapped open to stare at him, almost afraid that she had done something wrong. He put her mind at ease by moving up her body so that their crotches were aligned and started grinding them together. She once again threw her head back, this time hitting her soft pillow instead of cold brick wall. Spock took that opportunity to take his tie that was lying discarded on the bed, still grinding their lower bodies together making sure he brushed against her clit every time, effectively bringing her close to another orgasm.

She was so distracted with his hips doing things just right that she didn't notice him binding her hands together with his tie. She only noticed that when whispered in her ear.

"Do not move your hands."

She just nodded.

He brought his hand down again and found the edge of her panties, but instead of moving them to the side like the first time or even taking them off, he chose to rip the garment from her. She didn't complain. She could do that later. Right now she was close. She had no strength to complain. Spock slid two of his fingers inside her, coating them with her juices and then positioned them over her sensitive clit where he started moving circles. It took only two or three of those circles to make her a quivering mess beneath him.

He rode out her orgasm and then moved over to sit on his hunches so that he could take the dress off of her. She had to hold onto a headboard so that she wasn't pulled from the bed too. There she was, lying blissfully naked, still glowing from her last orgasm, and she was all his.

Spock stood from the bed and took off his pants and boxers finally freeing his erection. He grunted when the cold air hit him. He moved to cover her body with his but held himself above her with his elbows. He looked at her.

When he stood from the bed, Jim wanted to ask why, but swallowed her question when he started sliding his pants and boxers down. This was the first time she would see him naked and he didn't disappoint. He was built like a tennis player. Large wide shoulders, strong chest that had dark hair all over them, abdomen with pretty defined muscles and long muscular legs. And then she caught a sight of his erection. And boy he was big.

Now Jim had a lot of partners. Mostly one night stands and still none of them came close to Spock. For a moment there she wondered whether or not he was going to fit inside of her. She watched him stalk across the floor, lowering himself on her when he reached the bed. She spread her legs so he could fit comfortably in between. He hovered above her for a few moments before they locked eyes.

"Jim."

He murmured her name, question clear in his eyes. 'Are you sure?' Yes, yes she was sure. She wanted him. Everything else could wait. To answer his question, she brought her still tied hands behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

To say he was relieved would be an understatement. Hell, he wasn't even sure he would be able to leave her vicinity without having her first. Luckily, she seemed perfectly happy to let him stay the night. While still holding himself with his left elbow, he brought his hand behind his neck, finding hers and unfastening the knot letting her hands free. At the same moment, he aligned himself with her entrance and slowly pushed the tip in. She inhaled sharply and he stayed still to let her adjust. Then he drew back and started pushing in again, going deeper this time. He repeated the action until he was buried completely in her. He gave her a moment and started moving. He wasn't going slow. Neither of them could stand the slow love making right now. There was no other word for what he was doing to her now that fucking.

Jim clawed at his back and brought his mouth to hers so she could kiss him. He was good at this. So good in fact, that she could feel her third orgasm fast approaching. She warped her legs around his waist and pushed the heels in his ass to pull him even closer. He grunted in response and started going even faster. Jim could barely control the sounds leaving her mouth. If someone was inside the room next door, they would have no problem guessing what was happening in that moment. Hell, she was convinced they would be able to hear skin slapping against each other. Sweat formed between two bodies and Spock threw her leg over his shoulder, giving him new and better angle, hitting her g spot with every thrust. Jim screamed as her orgasm claimed her, drenching him and her mattress in her juices. His rhythm flattered and she felt him spill his seeds deep within her, followed by another animalistic sound from him that sounded dangerously like a snarl.

They lay, still connected, for god knows how long, waiting for their breathing to return to normal. When it finally did, Spock rolled over her and let his now soft member slip from her. He covered them with the sheets and pulled her close to his chest. Her hand drew lazy patterns on his exposed skin and took deep breaths still trying to return his breathing to it's normal rhythm.

"Well, that escalated quickly."

He couldn't help himself this time. He laughed. And she laughed with him. She didn't know just how much he agreed with her.