Hey everyone! Hope you guys are liking the story so far! This scene is one of the reasons this has an M-rating...you might want to get a cold drink once it's done! Enjoy!

Fumbling a hand out, she secured the door behind him as she let out a little moan when Spock's busy hands peeled the shirt over her head while she tried to do the same for him.

'I had hoped we could meditate together,' he told her as Uhura threw his recently removed shirt over her shoulder while leading him to her bedroom. 'Certainly sexual encounters right now would be a far less effective solution.'

'Maybe, maybe not, but this way is most definitely the more fun way to get out the bad vibes.'

'The bad vibes?'

'The negative emotions, I can see it on your face,' she told him, whirling to her bureau to find the sensual oils they were fond of using in their foreplay, then felt his wrist close over her hand. Turning back, she saw the urgency in his eyes and felt a little unnerved at his seeming insistence of needing to speak before they each lost their capacity for words.

'Nyota, rest assured the reason I may appear emotionally unsettled is not because I am contemplating terminating our relationship.'

'I know, Spock,' she told him gently, and lifted her hand so that she could kiss his hand in comfort. 'Right now though, I really think we need to make up for all those times you were such a bonehead and missed the good sex.'

'I love sexual encounters with you no matter their quality,' Spock replied in his stoic manner with such placid conviction that as he sat on the edge of her bed Uhura had to laugh. He lifted an eyebrow when he saw the small vial in her hand and felt a surge of pure lust for his mate. 'You are indeed in the mood, as one might say on Earth.'

'You betcha, lover,' Uhura agreed as she walked over to him in just her panties, saw he'd stripped off the remainder of his uniform so he was only in his undershorts and let her eyes go wide and greedy when she saw his arousal already starting to build. 'Spock, you know-'

'Lieutenant, I do believe I am no longer interested in mundane conversation and would prefer to simply mate,' Spock interrupted her with a bite in his voice that softened away when he added, 'as you have often reminded me, sex first talking later can frequently be a means of opening doors of communication, yes?'

'Yes,' she agreed, reminding herself how much Spock had evolved in their relationship and how deeply his mental anguish went over including her in the process of his ponfarr; that he was thinking only of protecting her was, in his backwards yet chivalrously sweet manner, no small symbol of his dedication to their relationship. 'So, shall I pour this on you or you on me?'

'I would like to use it on you, Nyota,' Spock replied, his voice lowering with need for her. Watching her stretching out on her stomach on the bed, he squeezed the small amount of the lemon-infused almond oil into his palm, then rubbed them together to warm the oil before laying his hands on her slender back and gently but firmly massaging. He could feel the muscles beneath her supple smooth skin loosen at his touch, and his exceptional sense of smell detected a change of her scent he recognized as a shift in her biochemical balances as an urge to mate with him.

But still Spock held back, using every ounce of control he had left to keep himself from acting on what felt like every animal instinct of his human half awakening and simply possessing Uhura.

'Don't do that,' she muttered, and Spock raised an eyebrow in confusion.

'Do what?'

'That,' she repeated, and reached around to grab his hand. 'You've got your guard up again, love, you're still shutting me out. I'm not going to be scared off by you, Spock so I don't understand why you-'

Uhura's words were cut off when Spock suddenly rolled her to her back and kissed her with an almost savage power; her arms came around him, pulling him close his his tongue explored her mouth, his hands gripping her hips to hold her tight against him. Uhura shuddered at his sudden forcefulness, not in fear but in dark delight; she was sure she was the only person on board the Enterprise who knew just how deep Spock's sex drive ran and how much skill he possessed in that area. The heat in her system was already turning from mild simmer to rolling bubble as his hands moved from her hips to her breasts, his clever fingers stroking her nipples and teasing them into hardened pebbles.

'Spock, it's good,' she murmured, putting her hand to his cheek as she felt the worry flow from him into her through that magical touch he possessed. 'It's really good.'

'Fascinating,' he fairly growled back, then rolled his tongue over one of her breasts, forming a near perfect circle of kisses before lapping at her, her cries of passion music to his pointed ears as he felt the warm damp cradle of her thighs against his still-clothed member. 'If you could wait but a moment, my mate…'

Uhura propped herself on her elbows, watching how he rose to peel off the snug form-fitting undershorts he worse and let her eyes go greedy and wide with pleasure; it never failed to impress her what was tucked into his neatly pressed Star-Fleet uniform. How did those body-hugging pants belie such a masculine physique? The part that had taken some getting used to once they'd begun having sex wasn't the fact that due to his blood being green instead of red his junk went emerald instead of dark pink when he was turned on but the size of him. Spock was one gifted man, in more ways than one, she thought with a smile as he returned to her, and she felt him press into her as she shifted her hips to better welcome the sensation of his touch.

'Love when you feel that way, Spock,' she told him, eyes going heavy as she felt him stroke his hands over her body, awakening what felt like every nerve beneath her skin.

'I love all of you, Nyota,' he replied, adding a murmured term of endearment to her in Vulcan that made her eyes go soft with affection for him. He lowered his mouth to her body once more, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of her skin - though Spock knew logically Vulcans couldn't be intoxicated, he was still able to feel entranced by her physical beauty and her smell was always something that intrigued him. Tonight it was the scent of the massage oil he'd used combined with the musky fragrance of her lusting body. With an open mouth he planted kisses down her middle in a way meant to tease her so she began to quiver with name for him.

When he reached the juncture of her thighs, Spock wasted no time in diving in deep; this particular act he'd come to discover was a great stimulant for them both - to Uhura, it was a beautiful sensation that she'd never enjoyed to this extent until she'd met Spock, to him it was essentially a kiss of worship at the ultimate source of female power. He licked and stroked with his tongue, treating every crevice of her vault like a treasure trove; he could feel her fingers combing through his hair, in her own subtle signal to tell him wordlessly how much she enjoyed it.

'Turn over,' he told her.

'What?'

'Turn over, so you are lying on your stomach, Nyota,' Spock instructed her, rocking back so his weight rested on his thighs and heels as she did as he requested. The grin actually spread slow and smug across his face as he watched his mate essentially present herself for his taking - hell, for his fucking, he thought, to use the vulgar yet somehow appropriately fitting Earth term - with her hips arching towards the ceiling as she turned to look at him over her shoulder.

'You wanna see me like this?' she purred at him, and watching his dark eyes as they never left her face, Uhura felt a wild feminine thrill as he stroked her juicy secretive lips with barely a graze of his fingertips. She gasped lightly, the move sending off little shock waves in her centre that radiated outward in a glorious electric blue ripple.

'I wanna take you like this,' he replied in a voice so unlike his usual breathy urgency when they were intimate that for a moment Uhura actually thought him dangerous; it was gone when she felt one, then two of his slender fingers slip into her honeypot from behind and she nearly lost her balance on the bed. He drew them out slowly, his pace almost torturous until she realized little by little he was speeding up until his fingers were plunging in and out of her body at a near superhuman speed when-

'Oh! Oh my god, oh god, Spock, yes! Yes, yes, oh god, yes!'

The orgasm cascaded through her like a waterfall of pleasure, bursting through her like a geyser as Uhura's senses were swamped with pleasure by his touch. Her eyes slammed shut in reflex as everything inside went hot and bright, growing hotter and brighter until she couldn't take anymore and she let out a single thin cry of release, her body clenching around Spock's fingers as the air fought its way back into her lungs.

She was ready, Spock thought, and with a surprisingly gentle touch, turned her back so she was facing him and he moved her into his lap, his stiffened Vulcan member sliding into Uhura's body - he watched her eyes go wide and dark; it was a look she wore every time he filled her, as though she were always surprised by his size - then folded his legs behind her.

'I believe in the book, this position was called the lot-us.'

Uhura chuckled a little at Spock's mispronunciation; it was good to laugh and she knew given their bonding power he wouldn't feel embarrassed but reassured as she'd told him over and over again that when she laughed during sex it was because she was enjoying the moment so much.

'Lotus,' she intoned for him, then stopped talking when his hips began to move against hers and she could feel all his surfing anger, his lust, his everything negative flowing out of his body but not flowing into her. 'Spock, look at me.'

She held his face in her hands as she began to ride him, her upper body staying steady against his while her hips moved like lightening against him. She saw the fire in his eyes, felt everything from him as the bond was formed and his body began to tremble against hers.

'I love you,' he told her in his mother tongue, bury his face into her throat, 'I love you Nyota, you are my heart.'

'I love you too,' she replied, then let out a thin cry as the orgasm tumbled through her in a shimmering rippling wave from her head all the way to the tips of her toes. Moments later, as she drifted in the silvery middle of the post orgasmic glow, she felt him shudder and erupt inside her; she smiled against his shoulder, pressing her lips to his skin with its pale pearly green flush. 'Oh, that was nice.'

'Just nice?'

'Mind clearing? Relaxing? Hot? Quick?'

'It was indeed briefer than our usual mating rituals.' Spock paused, lifted his head to push a lock of Uhura's dark hair back from her brown eyes that were full of warmth and understanding. 'You were right.'

'Yes, I know,' she replied, making him chuckle, then lifted her head to give him a curious look. 'About which part?'

'All of the points you raised since my arrival this evening.' Spock kept one hand on Uhura's back as he leaned back so she was kept close to him and he could stare at the mood-screen on his lover's wall. She'd set it to a tranquil rainforest with the noises of strange animals, but it was the gently falling water he found most soothing. 'My mood does feel improved having mated with you, even more so for letting you see…my weaknesses.'

'Spock, being vulnerable isn't the same as being weak,' Uhura reassured him, 'it just means you're acknowledging these emotions but not letting them rule you.'

'How do pureblood humans do it?'

'Do what?'

'Manage to govern all this…' Spock gestured vaguely. 'Illogical tangle of emotions all at once?'

'We don't do it alone. We talk about our feelings, we share how we feel with our friends and loved ones, and offer compassion and empathy as a means of support. That's why Christine was here last night when you arrived. I couldn't govern myself all alone, as you put it, so I shared with a trusted friend.'

'I performed a similar action when I spoke with the captain not as a fellow officer but as a male humanoid in need of guidance.' Spock traced his fingertips in zig-zag patterns over Uhura's soft skin. 'Perhaps I am simply unfamiliar with the protocol labels, as I seem to instinctively perform them regardless.'

'I think that's very true.' Uhura turned her head, studied his face. 'I liked the way you were kind of bossy with me while we were having sex.'

That one had him blinking. 'You found my domineering nature tonight pleasurable?'

'Mm-hmm.' She nodded with a sultry smile, walking her fingers up his chest as he studied her with disbelief coating his face like a second skin. 'The last few times before you decided to take away our sexy times it was like banging a robot. Not much fun. Feeling that male aggression from you was refreshing to say the least, it reminded I was still in love with a man and not a machine.'

'It is considered a insult of great proportions to refer to my people as robotic,' Spock warned her in a low growling voice, feeling his temper rise even as his human ego began to inflate at the knowledge she'd actually liked him in his pre-ponfarr phase. 'Are you intentionally trying to insult me so as to incite more aggressive sexual relations with me, Lieutenant?'

'Perhaps.' She knew how annoyed her man got when she made any reference to him being less than human, and given how much energy she could still sense coursing through him Uhura figured they could easily get in another round before she got him to talk. 'Is it working?'

Spock said nothing at first, then rolled them so he was on top, gripping her wrists tightly to pin her to the bed. 'Very much so,' he growled, then fused his mouth to hers.