Early days

Disclaimer: I own nothing. It's not my characters. It's all for the love of my favourite alien...

Part 9

Nyotas point of view.

As they stepped in to Spock's apartment she took a moment to appreciate how simple and tasteful it was decorated. Held in whites and light greys, it allowed the few art objects to stand out.

She turned to him. "It's really nice here. I like how you can really tell this is your space. Kinda smallish though…" she babbled. She knew this, but she was just too nervous not to do so.

He raised his eyebrow. "I have in fact been offered a bigger residence, on account of my seniority. However as this is quite adequate for one person to live in I have not made use of the opportunity"

She looked at him, not knowing what to think of the formal tone he had switched to. He had clearly wanted her to come here, and on the way here he had sent her some looks that told her of feelings that needed to be expressed. Now however, he gave an air of discomfort and formality.

She decided to push him a bit; "But surely you must have had company here? Haven't you had a… girl… sleeping over?" She was almost dreading the answer. But she needed to know. Her eyes fixed at him. He hesitated for a beat and then relaxed his shoulders, opening himself up to her.

He found her eyes "Nyota, while I have some acquaintances here on Earth of both male and female variety, I have never found the opportunity, nor the inclination to invite anyone to a… sleepover… Indeed, you are the first human to visit my apartment." He lowered his eyes shielding his thoughts from her.

She went over to him. "Spock… You've… Are you telling me you've never been with a girl before? She waited for him to answer, then, when it never came she took his hand. The emotions within him started to flow into her conscience. She felt how he wished he had some experience to offer her and that he could take more control of the situation.

"Spock" she said gently. "It's alright. I'm honoured to be the one to show you this." She felt him relaxing as the purity of her feelings hit him. She let her hands wander up to caress the back of his neck, running her fingers through his hair.

He closed his eyes and, for a moment, he looked exactly like the cat they had both seen on campus. His hands wandered, almost as if they had a mind of their own, to her lower back. He pulled her closer to him. She felt a rush of feelings that she knew didn't come from her, and had to rest her head on his chest while the world slowly stopped spinning.

"What is it?" he said gently in her ear and she kept her eyes firmly closed.

"It's alright… I just got a little dizzy." She looked up "I'm not used to this. Sharing of emotions. So you have to have a little patience with me here…" Her smile was a little shaky.

"Nyota" he said concerned "If you find that this is too much for you, I would rather you told me. I do not wish to force anything on you" He moved to release her from his grip, but she held him close.

"Don't you dare letting go now mister." She said with determination.

He gave her a searching look before a slight smile showed in the corner of his mouth "I would not dream of it" he said, bending his head down to her and meeting her mouth in a kiss.

It started as a relaxed kiss, but it soon grew more intense. Her hands trailing his ears, giving him, what he believed was "Goosebumps" all over his body. She smiled as her thoughts followed his wonder of this new phenomenon. Spock had often wondered about those "kisses" that he saw humans exchange all the time, but he had, until recently, thought it primitive and unnecessary. Now Nyota saw in his mind the understanding of that indeed it was primitive, but certainly not unnecessary. He was aware of her breathing and her heartbeat, indeed her entire body and understood how a kiss could convey a myriad of information and emotions.

As Spock explored her mouth she felt like her knees were turning into water, and that her body might catch fire. He stopped and looked down her body. "Your knees look to be working. Why are you concerned about them?" he asked trying to sound like he hadn't just kissed her senseless. She chuckled slightly.

"It's an expression Spock. Never mind" her hands starting to find the buttons of his formal Starfleet uniform. He looked down on her fingers, letting her open the blue and gold shirt and slipping it of him. She pulled the black t-shirt over his head as well, smiling at the memory of the day she had caught him coming out of meditation in his office. How she had been unable to look away from his body then. Reaching out and touching him, she was aware that he was sharing that memory with her, and she caught his eyes and smiled.

He felt her appreciating how his body looked, and even though he knew it was an illogical sentiment, he felt glad that she admired it. It made him feel more confident that it was right to admire her body in return.

As she caught that thought she started to unbutton her dress uniform. Her elegant fingers slowly unbuttoning and revealing her skin underneath. Spock watched her and felt like it was getting difficult to breathe. As she let her dress slip down he took in her entire body and the delicate underwear she was wearing.

Without thinking he reached for her and grabbed her gently by the elbow. "Come" he whispered and lead her into his bedroom. She felt, trough his touch, how he was almost trembling from desire and nervousness. Gently she took his hands and pulled him down next to her on the bed. His eyes had lost that reservation she had gotten so used to. Now they shone with feelings. She took a moment to bask in the warmth that he was emitting.

"Spock" she said softly "Why don't we remove your trousers?" He looked down himself and back at Nyota and after smiling slightly at her he unbuttoned the trousers. She helped pull them down and of his feet. He was sitting on the bed. Naked and unsure of what to do. She felt his confusion and sat next to him, still wearing her underwear.

Gently she touched his face, letting her fingers trace down his cheek to his chin. She moved in to kiss him and this time she was prepared for that feeling of experiencing the same thing with two minds. Feeling twice over. This time she relished in the sensation that she could tell exactly how she gave him most pleasure.

Spock also experienced a sensation of delight he had never felt before. This could never be compared with Pon farr how ever raw and animalistic that had seemed. This ran deeper perhaps because of the need they both had, to pleasure the other. The admiration and concern for each other made this union so much more than he had ever encountered before.

He didn't realize that his body had its own agenda, besides kissing, and to Spock it seemed like she had as by magic floated to sit on his lap. His hands left her waist, where he had grabbed her to pull her on top of him, and stroked her back and neck. They wandered downwards to rest on her buttocks, where he squeezed and caressed.

She pulled out of the kiss to look down on his face. There was no trace of the logical being she was used to seeing. His eyes, half closed, burned with a desire only matched by her own. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Spock let his hands cup her breasts and carefully let a thumb flick over the nipples. She moaned in response and after looking up at her face he put his mouth to her nipple. The gasp and almost purring told him that gently sucking and letting his tongue run circles around the nipples was something she was enjoying. He continued this and grew more exited every time she moaned and undulated against his groin.

Spock's tongue were sending flames though her body and soon Nyota could not stand to wait. She lifted herself away from him, which made him almost growl with frustration. She quickly shed her panties and threw her legs around him, straddling him once more.

Their eyes and their minds met, in a perfect understanding of the importance of this moment they were sharing. She felt a wave of desire from him and the need to keep her safeand, in return, she freely let him sense her trust and the longing she had for him. He drew her face nearer to his to taste her lips and she met him letting the passion between them rise.

"Nyota" He moaned "I need you… I need to…" his eyes filled with passion. She reached down and grabbed him. His head rolled back and he moaned without words. She let him push into her slowly, to savour the experience, and when she began to move she could feel him fighting to keep the last control. His hands were at her thighs squeezing and his hips moving ever so slightly. She could sense how he wanted to meet her movements and how he fought to postpone the moment of release.

"Spock" She whispered, her voice hoarse with passion "Don't hold back. It's OK…" She moved a bit faster and suddenly he looked up at her and almost growled. He grabbed hold of her and rolled the both of them. She gasped surprised; she had never imagined him to take over like that. He started to move in her, controlling his movements. She arched her back and let the sensation of her body flow over her. Her screams and moans exciting him even more. She could feel how she was getting nearer and she reached up for him. Together they reached the perfect rhythm and with their bodies and their minds intertwined they found release in the arms of each other.

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Some time after, she stirred and opened her eyes. She turned her head and looked at him. His eyes were open and awake. He was quiet. She gave him a little smile

"Hey" she said. He reached up and smoothed her hair with his long fingers. Still not speaking. She turned her body towards him and gave him a searching look. She couldn't sense anything from him.

"Are you alright?" she asked feeling a flutter in her stomach. He kept quiet and the silence was getting to her.

"Spock. Say something…" She looked into his eyes and realized they were brighter that usual.

He blinked and sighed, "Nyota. What you have given me is more that I could have ever imagined… I had not thought it was possible to have these strong feelings and still be able to function…"

She felt her eyes misting up. He sat up in the bed, looking down at her. Silence again. She waited. Content with just watching him.

"Nyota." His voice was gentle and almost trembling. "I think this feeling I have for you is called "Love"…"

She pulled her self up to look him in the eyes. She could hardly breathe when she said "Love? You… Love me?"

He took her hand and formed it. Two fingers outstretched, and covered them with his own. Once again she was feeling twice over. He laid his feelings and emotions out for her to see and let her feel exactly what he was feeling. Gently she felt him asking if she would allow him access to her mind and without hesitation she opened her self up to him.

They sat like that for a long time. It was only the sounds of the birds starting to sing outside that brought them back to the world. They locked eyes and gave each other a little smile. Then, without words they snuggled up to each other and quickly fell asleep.