A/N: I did a spot of research for this part, but it was only a spot; try not to garrote me if I got a little bit wrong here and there.

Paralyzer - 2. Match

If your body matches what your eyes can do

You'll probably move right through me on my way to you

Uhura was no sooner out of the door of the club than she felt herself spun around by a pair of strong, male hands and pinned to the wall. His long, hard body followed to press along the entire length of her and she crooned up into the kiss that suddenly snared her lips. Vulcans didn't kiss, she was sure she'd read that somewhere, it did something googly to their insides. Yet, as he hungrily explored her mouth, his breath huffing through his nose against her cheek, she couldn't muster the will to pull back and tell him so.

Spock had no idea where his ingrained sense of Vulcan decorum had wandered off to, but right now he was immensely glad it had gotten lost. Her kiss was nothing short of volcanic, and all of his mental breakers had short circuited the instant his lips met hers. His hands had taken on a mind of their own and they quickly set to work learning all of her curves, said curves were plentiful and glorious and his hands were ecstatic in their exploration. Clarity abruptly and rudely struck through the blinding lust; Spock realised that even as she melted his boots, he didn't know her name. Latching onto a large enough shard of his shattered restraint to pull back for a second, he growled against her lips, "Name."

Nyota panted for breath as they parted, grateful for the moment's reprieve but hungry for more of his unexpectedly devastating kiss. "What?" His hands flexed, curling the fingers into her waist as he repeated himself. "Oh! Nyota Uhura." His lips went to her neck just below her jaw and he husked his own equally exotic name into her skin. She shuddered and a wave of heat crashed through her; he had spoken his full name in his native Anakana Vulcan, it sounded illogically decadent when growled in his rich, deep voice. He was nibbling along the column of her neck, tracing the pulse that fluttered below her skin with his lips and, while it was doing marvelous things to her madly palpitating heart, she was acutely aware of the club's bouncers lurking just around the corner; she didn't want them to get caught with their pants down, so to speak. Before he could seize her lips again - which she could sense he was about to - she managed to gasp out, "My sister's place is just a couple of blocks down, she's away for the weekend and I have the keys." and hoped he'd take the hint.

Spock really really didn't want to tear himself away from the full body contact he was currently enjoying with his prize, but her offer of somewhere more secluded for them to continue their activities was most appealing. After all he was not an exhibitionist, regardless of how impossibly hot and beyond his own command he was right now. Drawing back but maintaining his grip on her hips, he closed his eyes for a second, struggling to get his libido under control enough for the walk to her home. The next thing he knew, she had pulled his hands away from her body and slipped her right hand into his left to lead him down the street. Opening his eyes so he didn't trip over as she tugged on his hand, he allowed her to all but drag him the short distance to her apartment block. He was reassured to note from her urgent stride that she was just as effected by their exchange as he.

Nyota could not believe her luck. She'd come out with Gaila tonight with absolutely no intention of leaving with anybody, yet she'd managed to score the hottest nerd in the room. The average woman would not count this as a victory, but Nyota had always had a thing for intellectuals, and with this Spock being Vulcan, it was a given that he would be disgustingly bright. At this moment in time, however, she was less interested in what was in his head and more interested in the contents of his pants. The hand clasped tightly in hers was warm, strong, and weirdly she could feel his desire trickle up her arm from the skin to skin contact. She'd read that Vulcans didn't touch other people that much because of their contact telepathic abilities; but then again she'd read they didn't kiss either, maybe that particular book needed burning. The thrill of discovery - she didn't know anyone who'd been with a Vulcan, even Gaila hadn't - and adrenaline from her victory injected an excited speed into her pace. She couldn't wait to get him back to her apartment, strip him naked, then do things to him that would never make it into books on Vulcan behaviour either.

Spock was close to being out of control, the hand in his was the most physical contact he had allowed between himself and another being in close to two years. From the contact he knew she would be able to feel his desire; fortunately for him the communication went both ways and he could sense her excitement mounting the closer they got to her apartment. The two way flow of want was creating a feedback loop and Spock could feel his mind beginning to cloud as his vision tunneled to focus entirely on her. It was a small mercy that she lived so close to the club, but one that he was grateful for as his eyes fell to her buttocks. He swallowed drily, were they there yet?

Once they were inside the apartment, it was Spock's turn to be the prey to Nyota's hunter as she slammed him hard against the wall. He grunted with the impact and grinned in feral abandonment as she took hold of his wrists and pinned them to the wall at his sides. The lips he had been desperate to reclaim all the way over were on his again and he drove his tongue deep into her mouth, a hard groan reverberating through his chest as his tongue slid against hers. Oh dear God, this was not a kiss, this was tongue sex, he'd never felt anything like it and his fingers flexed uselessly at his sides with the urge to touch her.

Nerds weren't supposed to be this hot, weren't supposed to kiss as well as this, and certainly weren't supposed to growl like that; surely he was defying some law of physics by even existing? Nyota tugged on his wrists and pulled him away from the wall, guiding him backwards through the apartment without ever severing the connection between their lips. By the time they reached her bedroom, Nyota was positively on fire, the hard, eager body pressing urgently against her demanding to be pleasured was taking control of her brain and making her burn to do just that. Finally pulling back from the molten kiss, she shoved his shoulders so he staggered backwards to land on her bed.

Spock bounced once where he landed, but was unconcerned about his flagrant lack of dignity as she crawled into his lap to continue the thrust and parry of tongues. No longer restrained, he let his hands run wild and they skimmed over the curves he had already committed to memory before slipping into her too-tight clothing. Sensation, heat and desire exploded in his mind from the intimate caress of her skin and he murmured incoherently into her mouth, overwhelmed by his own reaction. She moved to murmur a filthy question directly into his ear, nuzzling the tip with her nose as she did so; he shook his head in a negative, a faint flush dusting his cheeks and she pulled back with an eager smile.

Nyota all but jumped form his lap in her haste to get him stripped, her fingers worked the fastenings to his clothing with unnatural speed while he set about ignoring the fastenings to hers and simply ripped his way through the flimsy fabric.

They were no sooner both naked than Spock found himself flat on his back with Nyota braced over him on her hands and knees. He looked down between them and watched with a raised eyebrow as his cock twitched upwards in excitement into the space between their bodies, as if pointing out to him where it wanted to go. She followed his gaze then met his gaze again with a grin, "Keen, isn't he?" She dipped her hips to kiss the excited tip with her own sex. He hissed at the fire that shot down his length and burned in his groin, and fought not to thrust up into her then and there; he had the distinct feeling that she had something else in mind and he was more than willing to exercise the little patience he had left, in anticipation of greater return.

Nyota smiled again, acknowledging his restraint and pledging to see he was rewarded for his efforts. Slowing the frantic urgency that had possessed them before, she leaned down to capture his lips with hers, dipping her hips to allow him to slip a little further inside her body as she did. He whined into her mouth as she teased his head and his tongue, his hands came up from where they had been twisting into the sheets on the bed to rest on her waist. Holding her hips firmly in place, he returned the favour and pushed up to slide slowly inch by agonisingly pleasurable inch into her excited, tight, welcoming heat, until she broke the kiss to gasp against his face. "Glu, Spock, beyik..."

Spock cried out softly as she spoke to him in his native tongue, it was unexpectedly erotic and his body softened in tenderness below her, even while he remained hard within her. His finger tips suddenly itched with the urge to seek out her face and breathe his passion into her mind. He was in danger of making this interaction be more than it was, mean more than it was; it was lust, that was all, he had to remind himself again and again as she murmured more words into his mouth.

"Weht, Spock, weht sanoi." Nyota sighed as he finally acquiesced and drove himself deeper into her with a soft moan. She trembled from a mixture of pleasure and a deeper want that she did not dare address; this was lust, that was all, there was no way he felt anything for her beyond that, after all they had only just met. Her arms finally gave way and her body dropped down to lay atop him as he moved his hips in a slow, almost loving rhythm. His own arms came about her to hold her close as the mindless sex they had set out to share morphed so subtly into something else, that neither noticed the other was completely consumed by the beauty of the moment.

A/N: Next, the morning after...