Hello! It's Melodious! I'm in college now, so I don't have a lot of time to write these chapters so I realize that they're getting shorter and shorter! BUT, I also don't want my followers having to wait very long for a chapter. So tell me if you would rather have a long chapter with a longer time for me to update, or a shorter chapter with a shorter update time. Also, I edited chapter 8. I didn't want Nyota coming off extremely perverted and childish. Please continue to review! Tell me what you think. Also I will probably make a chapter in Spock's POV in the future.

"Oh my gosh! Uhura stop studying!" Gaila throws a pillow at my head. "We need to get ready for the party!" I look at her incredulously.

"Me? Go to the party with you? The last time I did that, we both ended up drunk. You went home with that brunette and I-"

"You went home with the Vulcan." She interrupts. I sigh. "You should be thanking me!"

"He thinks I'm irresponsible now." I give her a look. "Did you really think I would go to a party with you?" I ask her. We're both in our room lying on our beds.

"I'll just take Chekov."

"Chekov won't go with you."

"I KNOW!" Gaila takes her pillow and smashes it against her face.

"I have to go grade tests now with Spock."

"Grade tests? You can do that?"

"I had to sign a privacy contract, but it's apart of the teacher's assistant deal."

"So your gonna grade my test?" She asks me.

"Yes. Probably." I look at her with an apathetic stare.

"You just better give me an A."

"After you left your drunk best friend to collapse in a hallway? Eh. Maybe not." I give her a joking smile.

"You ended up in Spock's bed and I ended up in Kirk's bed!" She winks at me.

"Kirk? Who is that?" Maybe I shouldn't have asked. She ends up in a lot of guys' beds.

"The brunette with the pretty eyes!" I continue to smile at her.

"I'm glad you got laid Gaila, but I didn't and I gotta go." I say as I get up from my bed.

"Who knows? The Commander might pick you up, slam you on the desk, and do naughty things to you." She wiggles her eyebrows?

"Can you imagine that?" I ask her.

"Bye love!" Gaila says to me as I open the door.

"Bye Gaila."

I learned from my mistakes from last time. Get to Spock's door at least a minute early and knock before he opens it and knocks me off my feet. I do just that and the door gently opens. Spock is wearing his commander's uniform along with the cap that comes with it. I can feel myself salivating. This is the sexiest outfit he has ever worn and that stoic expression of his only makes the outfit sexier.

"Hello Commander."

"Nyota."

Pause. Did he just call me Nyota?

"Since you will need to have access to this office, I requested for a another room key." He puts his hands in his pockets and takes out the key. When he places the key in my hand, his fingertips brush my palm. I feel a spark of electricity shiver its way up my spine. But wait? Vulcan's don't like to touch people right? Is he growing more comfortable with me?

"Why are you dressed so formally?" As I say this he walks into the room with his hands behind his back. This is a signal for me to follow him.

"I have a meeting with the Ambassador of Vulcan." He tells me. I can see a sense of worry in his eyes.

"Have you met with him before?"

"I've have met with him multiple times within my lifetime."

"So you know him very well?"

"Yes." He stops in front a desk. "This desk is yours. The desk adjacent to this one is mine."

"Thank you Commander. Oh!" I look through my bag. "Here's the contract that I signed."

"Very well." He takes this from me and turns to his desk. While he's taking out some papers my eyes travel down to his butt. I wonder if it's his uniform that makes his butt look that good, or if it just looks like that naturally. My eyes linger there and keep picturing him naked in my thoughts.

"Nyota." Little did I know that Spock had already turned around and was staring at me with his eyebrow raised. Oops he caught me. I quickly turn around and place my hands on the desk. I attempt to act professional and I pretend that I wasn't just caught staring at my professor's butt.

"Yes Commander?" He takes a few steps towards me and gently puts the papers down on my desk. He's standing so close that I feel the heat radiating off his body.

"Here are the exams that you will grade. I wrote the instructions on the first page. You will do this for an hour and then you will accompany me to my meeting." He says, which causes me to almost choke.

"You mean the meeting with the Ambassador?"

"Yes. Is there a conflict?" He asks me. His eyebrows burrow. Does he want me there because he's nervous?

"But what should I wear?" I tell him.

"Something appropriate." He says as if that's not obvious.

'Thanks Spock. That's really useful information.'

"Would a formal dress work?"

"Yes." He's so short with me.

"Okay." Now we're just staring at each other. This behavior tends to happen a lot between us. He then makes a slow turn to his desk and sits down to work. I attempt to work as well, but his quiet presence in the room is enough to make my heart jump.