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Overflow - Chapter 3

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?" asked Spock again.

"No," Nyota responded...again. Why wouldn't she see reason?

"Please?" asked Spock, this time trying to let his urgency slip through the link.

"No."

She was lying on top of him in a pair of clean pajamas. He was lying on their couch; their bed was a mess. He also wore clean pajamas. For some reason being in clean unripped clothing was comforting to Nyota.

"Nyota..."

Burying her face into the crook of his neck and his shoulder Nyota pounded a fist into Spock's chest. "No. No. And for the last time, NO! I can put up with the sex, Spock, but I am not going to go to the mess hall for the purposes of trying to keep up appearances. I need to sleep."

His internal clock was no longer functioning, so he wasn't sure how much time it had been since they left the bar...thirty hours maybe?

"But...everyone will think I am experiencing Pon Farr if we avoid public spaces too long," Spock said.

Suddenly an image flashed in his mind of Nyota picking up his meditation statue and beating him with it over the head. Repeatedly. Hmmm...that had come from her. Perhaps he had underestimated the depth of her feelings on this matter?

"You are experiencing Pon Farr!"

"I do not require intercourse or other comparable stimulation, and have not required it in...in..." He blinked up at the ceiling. He missed his internal clock.

"Then please let me sleep!"

He let her sleep.

For awhile.

He felt her muscles twitch and relax one by one. Looking down he watched her eyelids flutter as she entered REM sleep. And then at last he felt her body relax entirely as she slipped into deep sleep.

He really wanted to get up. Go out. What was the crew thinking of them, thinking of him, locking her in their cabin for a day and a half? They probably thought he was hurting her, breaking her, defiling her...

But really, here they lay in clean pajamas, bruises and scratches and bites not much worse than normal.

He wanted to show them that they...that she...was okay. That he hadn't gone mad. Or not completely mad.

His body started to shake...his skin was feeling hot again.

"Please, Nyota?" he whispered. What was he asking for?

"Please..." he whispered again. They would get up, go out. Yes, that is what he was asking for; it was what he wanted.

"Nyota..."

She stirred and looked at him with blurry eyes. "Spock?"

"Let's get up and get dressed, Nyota." He bucked his hips. For emphasis.

"We both require nourishment..." he added, kissing her lips.

"Energy bars are fine for now, Spock," she said, pulling herself up and looking down at him.

"No, no, we must leave our cabin and prove..." He sucked in a sharp breath as she reached a cool hand underneath the waist band of his pajamas.

He was immediately ready. Or had he been ready? He couldn't remember when he hadn't been at least slightly aroused since...since...

She began to move her hand with the most gentle of touches. "You know, Spock, I think what you really want to prove is that I'm all yours..."

He wanted to argue, but found himself incapable of speech. He bucked his hips again. In frustration.

She put a cool kiss on the side of his cheek. "You would take me into the mess and throw me on the table in the center of the room..."

Slipping his pajamas over his hips with her free hand she whispered, "You'd spread my legs in front of everyone...the non-comms, the bridge crew, the captain and Leonard..."

Was he growling?

Her hand began to pump faster. "You'd take me in front of all of them, Spock, and I'd let you..."

Kissing a trail of coolness down his stomach she paused to whisper, "Do you know why I'd let you?"

Why would she let him defile her...in public...in front of all the people in their world? He looked down at her; her hand was still stroking him, her lips were right above him. Her eyes glinted and she was smiling. She traced the top of him with her tongue and whispered, "Because I am yours, Spock."

Her cool, wet mouth enveloped him...it didn't take long then.

x x x x x x x x x x x x x

Nyota pulled his pajamas up over his hips and toppled over on top of him.

"Spock, do you still want to go to the mess?" she asked.

Pulling her to him, he kissed the top of her head. "No, I think sleep would be more beneficial...for both of us."

And he meant it. Was he beginning to think logically again?

"What is the square root of seventy-three, Spock?" Nyota suddenly asked.

"8.54400374531753116787164...." He blinked.

He felt a warm smile from Nyota tickling his mind. "See, your brain is returning."

He felt relief, and the relief wasn't overwhelming. And he felt gratitude to her that nearly was overwhelming...

"It's nothing, Spock. Remember how you took care of me when I got that nasty Andorian flu..."

She flooded his mind with a memory of her crankily issuing him orders for jello from the bed amid snow drifts of balled up tissues.

"There were not that many tissues, Nyota...although...you were quite cranky." She had only wanted green jello...she'd become quite agitated when he'd brought her red. Agitated enough to throw the offending red jello against the wall. Moodiness was a symptom of the Andorian flu...

"And it lasted a week; you've barely had this," she did not use the word Pon Farr, "for two days..."

Even as she said those last words he felt her drifting into sleep again. He followed soon after her.

x x x x x x x x x x x x x

In the sanitary cubicle, Nyota adjusted the black turtleneck to cover the bite mark on her neck. She looked down at her thighs and applied a touch of cover up to a few spots. Fortunately boots would cover up the marks on her calves.

It really hadn't been that bad and luckily had coincided with two rest days...Jim had quietly given them a task to do on Earth today. It was a meaningless delivery to Starfleet that would take two hours, but he'd scheduled it for their entire shifts...and scheduled both of them to do it.

It was really a very kind gesture. Spock was mortified at the idea of taking medical leave, even for a day, because "people might think I'd experienced Pon Farr..."

Nyota had resisted the urge to beat him with his meditation statue, but had let him see the image in her mind.

Spock, poked his head around the door frame. It had been nearly eight hours since his last bout of frantic love making. She'd slept...he'd slept and meditated. It was good to see him in his uniform again.

"It is always good to see you in your uniform, Nyota..." His gaze went down to her bare legs beneath her ridiculous short skirt. And paused there.

Nyota stiffened.

Spock licked his lips.

"Maybe just one more for the road, Nyota?"

x x x x x x x x x x x x x

Jim saw Spock and Uhura in the mess at breakfast two days after the night at the bar. They both looked completely normal. If Spock was undergoing Pon Farr, or had undergone Pon Farr, Jim wouldn't have known it. Obviously, there was no mention of the telepathic link formed between the four of them in the bar, which was kind of a shame, because it had been great...maybe he and Bones could joke about it with Uhura sometime alone...but he knew he'd never discuss it with Spock.

After breakfast Jim handed over the documents from the Eliiona leaders for them to deliver...genuine paper documents--well, actually technically written on the skin of a teaolinanth, what ever that was--but it felt like paper. Anyway, definitely not things you wanted to risk in a transporter incident, or leave to a regular messenger, so assigning it to them was somewhat plausible. Well, normally one officer would have been enough...

The only sign that there was something up was that Spock did not demand that he be given more assignments to fill up his day.

Anyway, Jim had plenty to do and wasn't one to speculate too much on other people's sex lives, because he didn't like the idea of them speculating on his...he dropped the issue from his mind.

Jim was standing outside the turbo-lift later that evening with Bones. "So you really think that this new dermarepair tube does what it says it's supposed to?"

"Third degree burns, healed within twenty minutes...I've never seen anything..." Bones stopped. "Did you hear growling?"

Before he could answer, Jim heard the turbo-lift come to a stop behind the doors and heard Uhura's voice. "No, not here...at least press the..." And with that the turbo-lift doors slid open. Uhura was facing them, body stiff at attention but eyes wide in shock. Spock had one hand wrapped around her waist, another on her hip, eyes focused on the back of her neck. It looked like he was about to bite her...

Jim cleared his throat. From beside him, Bones coughed...Jim looked sideways to see a wide smirk on his friend's face.

"Captain. Doctor," Spock said, snapping to attention.

Trying not to smirk, Jim said, "At ease."

Neither Spock nor Uhura relaxed. Jim licked his lips. "We will never speak of this."

Uhura relaxed. Spock just...looked dazed. Beside him Bones snorted. "Never."

"Thank you, Captain...Jim, Leo," Uhura said, her voice bleeding real and honest gratitude.

Jim and Bones parted to let her step through them. Head held high she nodded, exited the turbolift and began to make her way down the hall.

Spock did not move. He put his hand behind his back, eyes on Jim...although Jim noticed they seemed ever so subtly out of focus....Spock's eyes shifted to Bones...and then traveled to Uhura down the hall.

Suddenly Uhura, Jim's ever-dignified communication officer, made a noise that sounded like..."Eeep."

Jim swung his head around to see her bolt down the hall. There was a rush of air by him and his first officer went loping after her, hands still behind his back. Jim tilted his head; Spock's movement was oddly balletic...

Bones snorted. "There's another thing we'll never speak of..."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Bones," Jim said, stepping into the turbolift. "I didn't see a thing."

Bones snorted again.

Fin

A/N:

I wouldn't be surprised if Spock tries to requisition a trampoline for the ship…

Thanks, everyone, for reading. I hope you liked it! Please let us know if you did, reviews are like credits to us poor starving FanFiction writers.

If you enjoyed keep a look out for an update for "Once Bitten" – I'm thinking of taking the shower scene from The Vulcan Chapter 13 "No One Gets Left Behind/Showers", putting it from Uhura's point of view and expanding it.

So I've been thinking of writing a story where Nyota/Spock/Bones/Jim switch bodies & was thinking of alluding to it here...but not sure when I'll have the time to tackle it. There are reasons why they are such good friends (oh, those who doubt)