I really wanted to make this an M/NC-17 chapter because of Solange (she makes some sexy music), but then I was like naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, not yet. Anyway, I'll have some spiciness for you guys later on. This is what I have for this week, please someone remind me to update because I will forget :/

I'm rude like that!

Nyota stood in front of her mirror. She had been crying. She knew that she had no right to, but she couldn't help it. T'Pring was beautiful and it didn't take an idiot to know that. Her perfect makeup was gone and she felt like a sack of potatoes in her clothes so she removed them.

She stood before herself, completely naked and empty. She wanted to run away, she wanted to leave Vulcan and return to Kenya where she could tell her sisters and friends her woes. Above all, she wanted Spock to come to her and tell her about those damn circles. She knew that there was some meaning behind them, but she couldn't pin point it. What the hell does it mean? Does he like me or was he just buying time until this model woman came to him? She thought.

Just as she was about to step into the bathtub and drown her sorrows in lavender and vanilla, Spock appeared behind her. She thought she imagined what she saw. She blinked and he was still there, this time he was embarrassed. "Forgive me." He stumbled away.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" He heard two minutes later. He was already on his way to the other side of the house when he heard her stomping behind him. "Are you crazy?" She yelled at him.

His face became a darker shade of green and he tried to run away. "Don't run away from me, mister!" He stopped, but still refused to turn around.

When she caught up to him, she was breathing heavily. "Ever heard of knocking?" She harshly whispered. "Don't you ever, ever enter my room without my permission. This isn't a free for all, Spock."

"I simply wanted to-"

"I don't care what you wanted to do, or say. You cannot do that! You just can't." She sighed. He still had to back to her. "Look at me, please."

"Are you decent?"

"Listen, you came into my bathroom."

"Are you decent?" He asked again.

"Yes." She sighed.

He turned around and she could tell that he was doing everything in his power to avoid looking at her. Although Spock was Vulcan, he was still a boy and boys are easily tempted. "Look at me, Spock."

"I refuse to do so."

"Why? Are you afraid of skin? I'm wearing a towel, there's nothing to see!"

He remained silent. There were so many things he wanted to say to her, but her current attire prevented him from doing so. "You're beautiful."

She was stunned.

"You shouldn't cry. Especially over me." He approached her slowly.

She huffed and pushed her hair out of her face. "Who said I was crying over you?"

"Recalling the events of the past hour, there are very few other reasons to be crying."

"You're a confident little bastard, you know?"

"I know." He smirked and kissed her.

His lips lightly brushed her soft ones and in a moment it was over. When he pulled back, her eyes were closed and she was on her tip toes, wanting more. When she finally opened her eyes, she found herself alone in the hallway. "What the hell?" She exclaimed.

Spock lied on his bed, smiling. He was finally happy. He had finally done what he had wanted to do in a month. He sighed and replayed the kiss over and over in his head.

"Spock, dear." His mother's entrance brought back T'Pring and his smile faded. "We need to talk."

"There is nothing to 'talk' about, mother. T'Pring is my betrothed and I am to…" He couldn't finish his sentence. He looked at his mother with pleading eyes and she immediately understood.

"Is it Nyota?" She asked, sitting at the edge of his bed. "She's a lovely young woman."

"Indeed."

"But you are both still young and it will be years before I know you actually decide to settle down, but I know it will not be with T'Pring." He looked up. "She's a beautiful woman, but I don't like her." Amanda said with a straight face. "She has this sort of deep dislike for Humans and frankly I don't think that's appropriate for me. You're my baby and I believe that you are smart enough to choose your own path. After all, I raised you to voice your opinions. No man, not even your father, is going to tell you what to do."

"Mother, I-" She held her hand up to cut him off.

"If I have to cut your father's leg off, I will do it. This marriage is not happening, not as long as I'm alive." She smiled. "Now, please go get dressed as we are to have dinner with Pera, Sralek, their daughter and the Uhura family." He sighed. "Don't start with me, Spock. I'm trying my best here. You'll be well behaved, like I know you always are, and you will sit next to T'Pring and engage her in conversation, but you shall immediately decline any advances she makes as she knows of your little crush on Nyota."

"I do not have a 'crush' on her." He quickly replied.

"Oh, forgive me. She knows that you're in love with her so she will try to ma-"

"Mother, please."

She smiled widely. "Love is an amazing thing. Have you told her? You have to look extra good tonight, she'll be there, you know? Oh my goodness, Spock, how could you not tell your own mother? I birthed you for God's sake!"

The tips of his ears grew a dangerous shade of green and Amanda immediately calmed down. "Spock, sweetie, it's perfectly fine. Don't be embarrassed, it's human nature…. Or… You get what I mean."

"Mother, please leave. You're distressing me."

"Oh! Of course!" She left the room skipping. "I have to tell Catherine."

Spock lied back down onto his bed and sighed. Humans, he thought.