AUTHOR'S NOTES: I just wanted to take some time out to thank everyone that review and read this story. Your comments have, by far, be more than generous about this little story and it makes me exstatic to know that you're for lack of a better phrase, getting it. When a person writes, they want to know that they are conveying an idea clearly enough for their audience to recieve it. I love you guys for truly enjoying it. Here is chapter 3, a little bit more humor thrown in. I'll be finished with Chapter 4 tomorrow and will be posting as soon as its beta'd. Once again, thank you so much for reading and reviewing.

Mia

They were in the middle of his bed; she was balanced on his thighs, legs around his waist with him nestled deep inside of her thrusting. She was whimpering in the manner that he found pleasing, her head thrown back in abandon, his lips worrying at a nipple, causing the wonderful noises that left her beautiful throat. Spock knew that the Lotus position was Nyota's favorite simply for the closeness she found that it offered them. He was beginning to believe that she was correct in her choosing of the position; he quite enjoyed it as well. This was a wonderful position, giving him access to all of her, keeping them held close the way that lovers were supposed to be.

She was near orgasm and so was he; their sweat-slicked bodies were sliding so close to one another. Her back arched and she slid out of his grasp onto the bed, stretching her long legs behind him. He slid forward on top of her and began to thrust deeper, harder, feeling her body stiffen and flush hotter than she'd been all night. Her tightness pulled him, milked him and they both came, shuddering against one another, the deep, sensual moans lost into Spock's quarters.

There was nothing but heavy breathing to give away their presence in the room. Sex and sweat hung heavy around them both. He rolled onto his side, taking her small body with him, molding into the crook between his shoulder and neck. Nyota affectionately referred to that area as his nook. She spread her warm hands over his sweaty chest, rubbing her fingers through his sparse chest hair, feeling the ripple underneath her sensitized fingertips. A contented sigh left her mouth and he could feel the warm breath against his shoulder.

"I love it when we make love in your quarters, it's always better when we do" she kissed the tip of his ear, watching as the flushed green of his skin heighten once again.

"I fail to see how the location of our coitus affects the pleasure received," Spock said his breath still hitched in his throat. She sat up on one elbow, looking down at him, her long hair draped over her shoulder.

"You sure do know how to ruin pillow talk, love," she bent down and kissed his cheek, strangely meek for the situation. He responded only with an arched eyebrow and the upturning of his perfectly bowed lips. They lay silently, enjoying the sound of their breaths mingled in the silence.

"Is it the word coitus that ruins the pillow talk?" he said the phrase pillow talk as if it were a dirty word. He felt her smile against his chest.

"Coitus is not a sexy word, baby," she kissed the space above his nipple and felt his skin warm just slightly.

"Would you rather me say fuck," he responded with a tone that she would only recognize as sarcasm.

"The word is too strong for this case but in another case I enjoy the way the word rolls off your tongue," she was frowning now, feeling the strange tension that Spock was now carrying in his body.

"Maybe if I were fully human I would know the difference in the tension of the scene. Forgive me," he said with more terseness than Nyota was used to.

"What is that supposed to mean," she asked.

"If I were fully human, like Kirk then maybe I'd know the difference in the semantics that you seek," he sat up, making her fall from his shoulder in a slump against the soft bed. The bed covers fells from his body as he walked around the room to gather his clothes from the places they were strewn. She rolled her eyes.

"What? Please don't tell me that you're jealous," Nyota said, standing up from the bed and following her sulking Vulcan.

"Vulcan do not…"

"…get jealous, I know this. But generally Vulcans don't make stupid comments like the one that you just made either, Spock. What's wrong with you," she watched him as he struggled with a shirt, still not having found his pants, his naked butt almost glowing with how pale he was in the darkness. She decided to look for her panties, because there was absolutely no point that could be made to a man when your vagina was showing.

"Did you find that comment stupid," he condescended. She wanted to throw something at him.

"I cannot believe that you're choosing right now to start a fight. Come here, Rabbit," she tried calling him by his pet name sweetly, but he didn't respond. He'd found his pants and was now fully clothed, sitting with his back to her on the bed. She rolled her eyes, still not finding any cover for her bottom half, but finding a long meditation robe and wrapping it around herself.

There was absolutely no talking with Spock when he was like this. When he was brooding and stubborn he was worse than a mule, and she was not into stabling the mule at this point. She sighed, wrapped the black robe around herself and headed for the exit. Before she left she turned and spoke:

"I know you're analyzing everything that's happening right now in that overly-precise brain of yours, but remember one thing when you're sleeping alone tonight, YOU are the one that brought Jim Kirk into our bedroom. Goodnight!" she turned and left only the hum and whiz of the door to alert her leaving.

Spock inhale, exhaled and cursed "Ponfo mirran," which if translatable into Standard would be the Vulcan equivalent of Fuck.

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Kirk was sitting in her quarters watching as she raged out of control about her illogical, logical boyfriend. She'd showered, it was obvious by the damp braids she had her hair in, but she still smelled like the bastard. Kirk was kicked back on her small sofa, with a glass of Andorian whiskey in his hand, listening to her rant and rave and recant the story from earlier that evening.

"But I thought you two were going to have a nice, relaxing evening?" Kirk asked, obviously confused as to why he was now in the Lieutenant's quarters and why the Lieutenant wasn't underneath prior mentioned Vulcan boyfriend. His questions seemed to entice the fire in her eyes and she raged more. She finally got out all of her curses in Standard, Vulcan, and every dialect of Romulan, Klingon and Andorian, and finally finished with a flourish and a frenzied wave of her silk, caftan-covered arms.

She took the glass of whiskey from his hand, her third of the evening, and fell into the chair.

"Stupid, Vulcan, green-blooded douche bag," she finished, muttering underneath her breath.

"Hey, hey, Lieutenant, that's the whiskey talking, you don't mean that," his eyes caught hers and he smiled.

"No, but I probably should. He can be so stubborn and childish, sometimes, Jim," her words were slurred.

"You probably should have stayed, especially if he was jealous. I don't want to be walking towards the bridge and suffer a nerve pinch," she laughed at the mental image and then snorted.

"He doesn't have the green balls to piss me off anymore than he already has," she guzzled her third glass of whiskey.

"How does that work, by the way? The green cock thing? Is it all green? And what shade of green is it?" he asked. She eyed him in a way that Jim would have thought looked much like Spock. In her head she was rolling her eyes, annoyed at Jim's lack of focus, but a part of her, probably the whiskey, made her feel a lot more mischievous. What the hell this was girl talk, or some semblance thereof.

"It's a pale green, but there is definitely no mistaking that it's green. You know the color his ears turn whenever he's in close proximity to me, not the color he turns when he's annoyed with you. Of course it gets darker the harder it gets. It's just like a human penis, but green," she instantly felt bad for saying that. Kirk picked up on her wariness.

"So like a mint that they put on your pillow at those fancy hotels?" he joked, trying to break the tension.

"I cannot believe I just told you that. This whiskey is strong, that wasn't like me at all," she stared at the whiskey.

"Don't feel bad, he tells me a lot of things, too," Kirk arched his eyebrows to his hairline.

"Things? What things?"

"Who do you think gave him the idea for the Lotus position? He said that your monogamous relationship was… well… monogamous. So I slipped him a PADD of the Kama Sutra. You really, really like the Lotus, eh?" Kirk smiled. She wanted to be angry with both of them, but she really couldn't.

"I do. I honestly do enjoy it when he's fucking me like that. You should see his face, it's like the first time, he's shocked every time. I know it's hard to imagine because you generally get that steely, stone cold façade on the bridge. But Spock shocked kind of looks like he does when he's being a smart-ass, both eyebrows up, but his mouth is slightly slacked and his eyes are glazed."

"You just shared Spock's O-face with me. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship," they held their glasses up in a silent salute and then laughed hearty, drunken laughs.

"What is it about you that makes people want to tell you their biggest secrets, Kirk?" she asked.

"It's my honest face."

"You're not that hot, sweetheart," she said, leaning her head back against the neck of the sofa, stretching her feet into his lap. He sat down his glass and started to massage her feet. Her eyes closed and she sighed.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, intrigued.

"Yeah. I have it on good authority that you're the fourth hottest guy on this ship," she said. He pushed her feet from his lap offended and she sat up amused, curling her legs underneath her.

"Fourth? Who are the other three?"

"Spock, McCoy, Sulu, and you, but you're interchangeable with Chekov and Scotty," Uhura smiled watching the vain, smug look wash off of Kirk's face. She leaned back onto the sofa cushion and let her head loll as she started laughing. He looked wounded.

"You're fucking with me," he leaned his head against the cushion, his mouth so close to hers that he could feel he breath against his chin.

"It's deserved. Besides, there is something about McCoy's curmudgeon attitude that just butters my bread," she smiled, he chuckled and then they were silent. This was dangerous for both of them, so close like this. He let his eyes leave hers and graze over her face and down to her lips, fighting the urge to let his finger touch the full, soft bottom petal. Instead he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Tell me a story about how a stoic, Vulcan instructor, won the heart of the prudish, yet beautiful Nubian cadet," Kirk smiled

"No. I've already told you that story."

"Fine, tell me about the first time they fucked. I could use a good sex story," Kirk joked, looking away from her.

"Okay," she responded. Kirk sat up, not believing that she agreed. Instead of saying anything, he presented his hand to her as if to say that the floor was all hers. She smiled and searched her memory banks and then a fond look came across her face. Strong sepia memories overtook her and she was overcome with warmth and happiness.

"The first time it wasn't supposed to happen, it just happened…" she started:

He'd kissed her three days prior and now she needed to know why and what he was thinking. It was late, almost after curfew hours and she hadn't been able to find him at his quarters. She looked everywhere she knew he would be, and finally settled on consulting the computer. The computer said that he was at his office, so she gathered all of her courage and marched the small distance to his office. The hallways were dark, and she could see light pooling from underneath a doorway. She input the code on his door and it opened. He was standing with his back turned to the door, staring out of the window. He wasn't wearing his uniform, but a simple pair of thin, black pants and a Starfleet issued tank top. She gulped.

"Spock?" she asked. He didn't turn, so she walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and shuddered.

"This shouldn't happen, but it will," were the only words that he said before he turned to her and kissed her for the second time. She was going to respond as fiercely as she could, but he was already lifting her up, her legs going around his waist instinctually, their lips still not parted. He moved her over to the desk, pulling her shirt over her head, moving his warm lips down to her neck.

When they parted, she realized that she was sitting on his desk, topless.

"Spock, what?" was her only question, before she saw his shirt join hers on the ground and felt his over-encompassing heat swallow her. Somewhere in the distance she heard him command the computer to lock the door, but that was the last cognizant thought she had before she lost herself in him.

"And I've been looking for my brain ever since," she said. Kirk's open mouth was enough to last her a lifetime.

"You guys did it on his desk. Oh man, I remember that desk. I did restitution at that desk," Kirk wiped his hands over his eyes.

"Many times if I do recall," they both looked up at the door to see Spock standing there, holding a PADD in his hands.

"You've been spying on us." It wasn't a question.

"Vulcan hearing. You're drunk," Spock responded, walking into her quarters with ease.

"I was angry with you."

"Your anger is not without merit," he said, a quirk in his eyes. She smiled back with her eyes, both of them ignoring Kirk.

"It never is, especially when it is at you. I don't get angry with you often, but lately you've been trying to piss me off."

"Never deliberately, Nyota, you know this. I have been… pensive of late," he responded, walking towards her. Their eyes hadn't left one another's. Kirk felt like a witness to a very special scene; that of a Vulcan supplicating. It was endearing in a way to see that even a Vulcan; even Spock could be humbled by his love for a woman. Kirk stood and started to leave.

"Jim, do not leave so suddenly, this conversation does include you," Spock said, Nyota and Jim caught eyes in confusion. They stood forming an isosceles triangle, two edges both staring at Spock.

"It has come to my attention that there is a high level of unresolved sexual tension between the two of you. The tension has reached an almost uncomfortable level in which I offer a number of propositions to diffuse it. Instead of this diffusing itself in an awkward and secretive way, which will only lead to anger, resentment and doubt between all three of our relationships, I suggest that either we all three engage in sexual intercourse together, or you two engage while I am present. These are the only two ways that I have found will alleviate this situation, with the least amount of unpleasantness," the words left Spock's mouth without a hint of emotion. Kirk and Uhura stared at him and then at each other.

"Wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight. You want us to either have a threesome or you wanna watch me get it on with your girlfriend?"

"In laymen's terms, yes, Jim, you are correct."

"Are you out of your Vulcan mind?" Uhura and Kirk asked in unison.

"Do either of you have a different solution?" Spock asked.

"Spock, we're friends. I mean, yeah there's sexual tension, but that has nothing to do with my intended actions towards Nyota. I respect your relationship with her and the relationship that you and I have. I would never let sex get in the way of that," Kirk responded, looking over a very livid Nyota. Kirk nodded and started to inch toward the door, grabbing his Andorian whiskey and nodding at Nyota, who hadn't stopped staring fire into the side of Spock's face.

"You two obviously need to talk. Good luck, Rabbit," Kirk said to Spock offering him a pat of camaraderie on the back. Spock sure as hell was going to need it. The sound of the door was the only sound in the room as Nyota stared Spock down. He hadnt' turned to look at her, and he didn't want to. He could feel the depth of her anger and knew that he was in extreme danger. He turned his face to look at her and saw that she was so angry that her small fists were curled at her sides, her eyes were blazing and she was biting the inside of her cheeks. She exhaled and swallowed deeply.

"I'm not going to yell," her voice was low and calm, so much more dangerous than that time he'd assigned her to the Farragut. She wasn't angry at this time, she was past anger, anger was a fleeting memory. This was enraged to the point of blinding, "I just want you to know that if you ever, ever, ever, say something so unbelievably stupid ever again, I will personally see to it that your Katra doesn't make it back to Mt. Saleya. That is not a threat, Spock, it's a promise."

"Nyota…" she put her hand up for him to stop.

"Don't. Say. Anything. I'm going to talk, because it seems as if every time you open your mouth, something stupid comes out, which considering your ancestry shouldn't be happening. Now, before I absolutely go crazy, explain to me what's going on in that logical mind of yours that is making you an emotional fuckwit." She stared him down, his eyes finally relenting and lowering as he thought of the best way to word his next sentence.

"It seemed the most logical step to avoid losing your affections," Spock cleared his throat. Nyota stared at him dumbfounded.

"You're jealous of Kirk. You think he's going to steal me away."

"I do not feel jealousy, Nyota. I am inadequate to provide you with the comfort and security that a human relationship could afford you. The comfort that your budding relationship with Kirk has given you is something that I will never be able to give you. If I were to make an acquaintance with a Vulcan, the logical joining that we would be able to share would be unprecedented," he didn't look at her and she felt her heart break. She couldn't be angry with him any longer and walked towards him, taking his head in her hands and kissing his forehead before lifting his eyes to meet hers.

"And you thought the best way to keep me was to share me sexually? Oh Spock, what Kirk and I share isn't sexual, we're friends. Yes, we flirt, and yes there is sexual tension, but it will never come to anything because I love you," she said with a kiss. And she kissed him all over his face, repeating those three words, realizing how little those words actually expressed how much she did. She hugged him and he brought his arms around her much like in the turbolift that fateful day. She felt him relax in her arms, the way he did when they were alone in their bed. She played with the fine, black hairs on the back of his neck. She took his hand and led him to the sofa, laying back on the cushions pulling him on top of her, him laying his head against her chest, the steady breathing the only sound in her quarters.

"I do not approve of Jim knowing my moniker," Spock said and Uhura laughed heartily.