AN: Surprise! I'm not dead.

Chapter Two

Lust is a dangerous thing.

It can cloud all judgement, make the most hard-headed of men melt into mindless puppets. It can turn even the most delicate of caresses into a moment of uncontrollable carnality.

A chaste kiss turns into a burning furnace, an innocent blush into an expression of debauchery.

It is dangerous...but it is also sinfully addictive.

However, there always has to be a degree of control over a persons mind when they are consumed with lust. Yes, their bodies ache for release, skin inflamed by the softest whisper, but those who are overridden by such sensations must try to control themselves when they are in inappropriate situations.

An example would be an Academy. The location? A senior officials office, the door opened wide to admit any of the hundreds of students passing by in the adjoining corridor. The aforementioned senior official seated at his desk, head bowed as he carefully observed the computer screen before him. This is the perfect example of a situation where succumbing to lust would be a very bad idea.

Unfortunately, the young woman hidden underneath that desk, with her lips wrapped around a thick and pulsating length, didn't give a damn about propriety. In fact, as her tongue caressed the vein that ran from the base of her snack to the green-tinged tip, she happily laughed at it.

After all, this little act of misbehaviour was a much deserved punishment. A week before, the man who now sat so impossibly still above her had tormented her greatly. Caused her great mental strain, made her question her own desires, and had even put her in a very compromising position.

If one could call being on show to many of her classmates with her leg over his shoulder and his tongue wrapped about her clit 'compromising'.

Thinking back on that day, Nyota Uhura gave a satisfied hum. Her body reacting to the memories. The hand she had laced between her legs shook, fingers dancing around that sensitive nub as she slowly bought herself to release. The movement synchronised with her lips, her head moving backwards and forwards in time to the pulse that was dancing through her body.

She could tell her lover was very close to loosing control. The hand that he had placed on her hair was clenched, fingers straining with the effort to remain still. She knew he was fighting the urge to take control. To thrust himself to the hilt down her throat, force her to move quicker, to take him deeper, so he could finally feel the release his body desperately wanted.

Out of respect for her, or maybe out of uncertainty of her abilities to even preform such an act, he remained still.

This little act of naughtiness was not planned. Well, they had fully intended to have a little romp behind his open door, then one of Spock's colleges, Commander Christopher Pike had decide to pay his Vulcan friend a quick visit. With her skirt pushed up over her hips and her underwear falling down her legs, Uhura knew they had seconds before they were going to be caught.

So she had hidden in the only place that was available. Under Spock's desk.

Scarcely daring to breath whilst the two men spoke, the idea to torment her lover sneaked welcomely into her mind as Spock had sat down. The action more than likely his attempt to keep her hidden from view. He certainly had not expected to feel her hands on the zipper of his pants. And he defiantly did not expect her to take his already half-erect length into her mouth and swallow it.

Not for the first time, Uhura was very impressed with the Vulcan's ability to remain in control.

She had continued with her little game through the duration of Commander Pike's visit. Feeling the muscles in Spock's legs tense with effort, listening to any hitch in his voice that would cause suspicion (She may want to punish him, but she knew when to slow down). Finally, the other man had left. Spock's hand flying beneath the desk before Commander Pike had even moved through the door way.

Uhura knew he was going to try and pull her away, probably tell her how foolish her actions were, so she gave a hard suck, moving until only the tip was in her mouth and pulling on it with all the strength she could muster. Her tongue flicking along the small slit at the same time.

Spock had hissed, actually hissed in pleasure. The hand stayed where it was.

She knew he was barely a minute, maybe even seconds, away from loosing it. She could taste the first drops of fluid against her tongue.

So she stopped.

And a deep alien growl rumbled through his body.

Laughing, Uhura lent forwards until she knew he'd be able to feel the warmth of her breath against him. Then pursing her lips, she blew softly across the seeping tip.

Spock tensed, and Uhura quickly lent forwards, taking him into her mouth as he exploded, fingers splayed over his thighs. Both of his hands reached under the desk, knotting in her hair tightly as a huge shudder racked through his body.

At the back of her mind, Uhura briefly wondered what expression he was making, how he would look to any of the students passing by his door. Bent over his desk, hands no where to be seen, a look of strained pleasure on his face? She could not help the soft peel of laughter that ran through her. The vibrations moving up her throat and twisting around his already over-sensitive length.

Her laughter quickly stopped as she was suddenly pulled forwards. The tip of his manhood thrusting deep into her throat, thick fluid still erupting in waves. Resisting the urge to gag, Uhura allowed herself a small growl of her own, informing him she wasn't impressed with his sudden desire to join in. His answer was to remove some of the pressure against her head, allowing her to regain control but keeping a firm grip on her hair, the pad of his thumb brushing across her temple in half-sincere apology.

As the last spurt of fluid ran down her throat Uhura smiled around him, letting her tongue softly stroke him, cleaning him up and drawing out the pleasure of his climax.

She had a feeling she was going to pay dearly for this. And she couldn't wait.

"A three day reconnaissance mission?" Gaila repeated, eyebrows raised in surprise. "First I've heard about it. When was this announced?" She asked.

Uhura waved one hand absently and climbed over her room-mates legs to reach her side of the shared room. She disappeared for a moment to retrieve her small carry-on from where she had stashed it months before under the bed.

"During my Entomology lecture. I wasn't given a lot of details, but from what I was told, Captain Driscal has discovered some usual radio frequency disturbances coming from Titan. He's requested an away team to go up there and try and figure out what's going on" Uhura replied in a breathless rush. Her attention focused on packing her small carry-on.

"Uh huh...So why do you look both excited and really depressed about this? And who else has been roped into this impromptu away mission?" Gaila asked. Uhura stopped her hurried dash to blink at her friend, a pair of stockings held in one hand and her hair brush in the other. She thought for a moment.

"Myself, a XenoPetrology fourth year, another student – not quite sure who or what their major is – and Commander Spock"

"Aha! Well that explains why you're so excited. You only act this dopey when Commander Spock is involved" Gaila mused. Sitting up, she leant her weight one one hand, watching Uhura rummage through her underwear draw, throwing unwanted garments over her shoulder and uncaring to where they fell. She caught a flash of red and smirked.

"Are you expecting some private nookie time Miss Uhura?" Gaila teased, wriggling her eyebrows suggestively when Uhura glanced her way. At the blank look Gaila stood, then bent to pick up Uhura's satchel. She rescued a pair of bright red lace panties from their crumpled position at the bottom of the bag.

"Packing the only pair of 'sexy' panties you have for a reconnaissance mission? Tut tut..."

Scowling, Uhura snatched the underwear back and shoved them back into the bag, ignoring Gaila's amused laughter, and her suggestion to find the matching bra.

"This is an educational outing. With two other students can I add"

Gaila harrumphed and shrugged her shoulders.

"Doesn't mean you can't have a little bit of fun whilst the other two are occupied. You must be running off fumes by now. How long has it been since you and your Commander actually had some private time anyway? Two weeks? Three? Is that why you look really depressed about this mission? A chance to get some but the knowledge you can't?" She asked.

Uhura quickly occupied herself with folding her spare regulation uniforms, using her hair to hide her faint blush and the coy smile that danced across her lips. Whilst Gaila knew of Uhura's 'closer than permitted' relationship with Spock, she was under the impression their physical relationship was limited to whenever Spock could find time to sneak Uhura to his apartment. Which, the Orion reasoned, was damn cruel. Once or twice a month was barely enough to get excited about.

Saying nothing, Uhura removed the red underwear and slipped the carefully folded uniforms into the bottom of the bag, squeezing the panties back into place in a small available gap. Then she turned towards her cosmetics, taking a moment to contemplate what hygiene products to bring. Seeing her friends scrutiny, Gaila let out a long suffering sigh and shooed Uhura towards the bathroom.

"Go get your toothbrush. I'll pack the 'necessities'" Uhura raised an eyebrow, earning a scowl in response.

"By necessities I mean the really really important things...like deodorant...and hair bands"

After giving Gaila one last warning look Uhura did as she was told. As soon as the commode door slid closed Gaila spun, a devilish grin upon her face as she pulled the red panties from their hiding place inside the bag. Keeping a cautious eye on the bathroom door, Gaila tiptoed towards her own underwear draw, rummaging for a moment before pulling out a still-in-the-packet matching set. The grin broke into a full smile, her finger tips running across lacy material.

If Uhura did manage to find some time to engage in some physical activities with her sexy Vulcan, the least Gaila could do for her friend was give her some underwear that she did not even have to take off...

"Lieutenant Uhura! You're late!" The shouted reprimand was the only greeting Uhura received as she all but fell into the Shuttle bay. Her hair was in a sorry mess, having coming loose during her mad dash across the campus. Her skin felt flushed with both exertion and embarrassment.

Without even giving her chance to explain her tardiness, the grumpy official jestered towards a small shuttle several feet away from her, the flashing lights alerting her of imminent departure. Taking in a deep breath, Uhura stomped past the grumpy official and power walked with all the dignity she could towards the shuttle, trying to ignore the haphazardness mess that was her hair bouncing around her face.

Barely six minutes before a message had been sent to her quarters, telling her that the departure time for her shuttle had been abruptly changed. So instead of a casual thirty minutes to spare, she now had little under ten to get herself ready and make an extremely hurried trot across the academy. Gaila, who had been having an intense internal debate on whether Uhura would need foundation for her trip, had helped in her own way. Simply grabbing whatever 'necessities' were in arms reach and throwing them into the carry-on, along with several pairs of socks, a hairbrush and a spare set of stockings. Then she had all but thrown Uhura out of the door with a promise that she would send a message ahead to the shuttle bay.

It seemed that the moment Uhura climbed into the shuttle that the door swung closed, the odd sensation of her stomach dropping through to her feet announcing its accent. Allowing herself a brief moment of rest, Uhura collected herself. Running her fingers through her hair whilst letting her heartbeat return to normal.

Then, making a small detour towards the small compartment that acted as storage, Uhura stepped into the the tiny control room, and froze.

Two thing happened instantaneously. The first was the realisation and then the alarmingly clam acceptance that there was nobody piloting the shuttle, the second was her back and head impacting with the curved wall as a pair of cool and firm lips collided with hers. Violently.

Her gasp was muted by a tongue thrusting down her throat, flailing wrists caught and captured in a vice like grip, her legs forced apart by a thickly muscled thigh that pressed firmly against her mound.

A scream of alarm raced across her mind, panic momentarily taking over her body as she attempted to fight against the insistent pressure of those lips. And then a faint whisper brushed across her mind, calming her panic with comforting thoughts, before a sharp and potent thrust of lust stabbed through her body directly to her core, eliciting a near scream of pleasure from her trapped lips.

Shuddering violently, Uhura forced her eyes to focus on the man in front of her. Another shock wave arching through her senses as her eyes locked with his.

Spock.

As soon as she stopped resisting him, he stepped backwards. The tiniest hint of a satisfaction curling the edge of his lips. Gasping, Uhura opened her mouth the voice the many questions that were forming in her mind. What was he doing? What if the other students were near by? Were there any other students?

However, as soon as she focused on voicing the one most important, another blast of deliciously strong pleasure assaulted her. The sensation so strong her insides clenched, a low moan of release tearing from her the same moment she felt a sudden gush of fluid run down her shaking legs.

It took her a long moment to regain her composure. Then, thoroughly satisfied and very confused, Uhura managed to raise her head enough to look at Spock, and almost lost herself to another climax as what she saw. He stood opposite her, his rear resting against the control panel, ankles casually crossed, pants unbuttoned and his fully erect shaft gripped in tightly one hand, fingers stroking strained flesh as he watched her body come apart.

Seeing her eyes on him, he slowly lifted his spare hand from where it hand been resting on the control panel, and gently pressed the pad of his thumb against what looked like a thin strip of smoothed plastic. This was all Uhura could register before her knees gave out, a scream tearing from her throat as her insides convulsed and another wave of release tore through her.

And then another.

And another.

And another...

An unknown amount of time later Uhura sucked in a ravaged breath, the thunderous pounding of her heartbeat in her ears the only thing she could concentrate on for a long moment. Her thoughts slowly returned, jumbled up sentences and observations that made no sense but they were all she could muster at that point.

Her thighs felt as though they had be glued together. And then doused in water. Dazed, Uhura slowly glanced down. From her crumpled position on the shuttle floor she could see the stained and darkened stretch of red material that had once been her uniform. The thin meshing of her stockings clung to her legs and were almost painful to move in as her thighs rubbed together. The carpeted floor beneath her was damp to the touch, an alarmingly large puddle of moisture staining the floor.

Several thoughts clicked into place. The first, was that there was no reconnaissance mission. Well, there was, but she evidentially wasn't going. Or maybe she was, and there wasn't enough space on the other shuttle for her so Spock offered to commender another shuttle...

Her thoughts trailed off, a frown pulling at her mouth as that one name popped into her mind.

Spock.

Uhura slowly raised her head, frown still firmly in place as she forced her eyes to focus on the interior of the shuttle, moving carefully across the illuminated keys adorning the control panel until they landed on the dark haired man sitting casually in the rotated pilot seat.

Seeing her eyes finally focus on him, Spock raised an eyebrow. The smallest of grins on his face as his own eyes moved purposely down her body. A glitter of satisfaction darkened his gaze as he took note of the spreading stain, her crumpled position on the floor and the fine sheen of sweat that covered her body.

For a short moment Uhura simply stared up at her Commander, blinking slowly as she waited for at least some of the sensation to return to her legs so she could sit up. When it became evident that the numbness was here to stay, at least for another hour, she settled for using her arms to push herself upright.

And promptly landed on her face as her arms gave out.

Groaning, Uhura flopped herself onto her back. To deliciously numb to care that her legs were open and she was lying in a puddle of her own climax.

A soft laugh came from somewhere behind her, and the shuffle of movement. After a couple of seconds, Spock joined her on the floor. His back braced against the shuttle wall, where he had a lovely view of between her legs.

Scowling, Uhura rolled her head towards him and raised her eyebrows.

"What...was that...?" She asked, the words coming out as a croak. Spock raised his hand and held up the small slip of smoothed plastic she had momentarily observed earlier.

"Autonomic Nervous Stimulator. It releases a varying dosage of oxytocin and a potent chemical aphrodisiac into your bloodstream on command through the sensor" Spock explained. Uhura simply stared at him until he moved the plastic slightly closer to her and pressed gently into the indented centre.

Another powerful wave of pleasure slammed into her, eliciting a startled scream from her throat. A huge gush of wetness erupted from between her legs as her spine arched off the floor, fingers digging uselessly into the carpet as she desperately tried to ground herself.

Her vision darkened, and for a terrifying moment Uhura thought she would actually pass out from pleasure.

Then a heaviness that had nothing to do with abused muscles settled on top of her, her hips were pushed back down on the floor, her legs forcefully pushed apart. She felt a tug and heard the sound of material ripping. She had almost a second and a half to register the sudden coolness between her legs, when her rear end was gripped, lifted, and Spock thrust himself inside of her. Hard.

The slap of his body against hers stung against her overly sensitive mound, and she involuntarily yelped.

There had been many times before this when, in a desperate need for both of them to orgasm, that Spock had hurt her. Whether it be from her not being ready, or him loosing control of his strength and burying himself inside of her body a little to quickly, it had still hurt. But during each of those times Spock had instantly stilled. Using his fingers against her clit to help her relax, or during one memorable occasion, joining his mind with her so she could feel exactly what he was feeling as he moved inside her body.

This time, he didn't.

Without even giving her time to twist her hips to accommodate his body better, Spock slowly pulled himself out, and forced himself back inside her with enough force she slid an inch across the carpet.

The yelp of protest came bubbling out of her lips as a scream of release. Those black spots covering her vision once more as nerves she didn't even know she had tightened and exploded in release.

She felt him pull out once more, slowly, so so slowly, and then ram himself home. And she came all over again. This time, the little black dots completely covered her vision and she felt unconsciousness pulling at her mind. Uhura whimpered, her arms lacing around her lovers neck as she clung onto him desperately, another hoarse scream tearing out of her throat before her entire body exploded in sweet agony and her world went dark.

Commander Elijah Driscal really hated reconnaissance missions. They were to long, to boring, and had nothing in the way of entertainment. Scan a rock, record your findings. Scan another rock, record those too.

Not that he really minded having some time off planet, but as an individual who was a self proclaimed ladies man, time off world was so much better when one had female company. Even if that company was nothing more than a good conversation with a pretty little something.

Which was probably why this particular reconnaissance mission was really starting to get in his nerves. The young men that had been assigned to join him were nice enough, but he had been been under the impression that there would be a Lieutenant Uhura also joining him. The poster girl of the xenolingustics department from what he had been told.

But alas, this old man's unscheduled R&R had been cruelly taken away from him for no other reason than poor time keeping.

Both Lieutenant Uhura and Commander Spock had not made it to the shuttle bay in time. He had offered to wait, but the harassed looking gentleman in the shuttle bay hadn't even had the good graces to listen to him and just waved him off.

Letting out a sigh, Commander Driscal aimed his shuttles sensors at a fragment of rock that was slightly bigger than the one he'd scan a few minutes before.

Oh well, knowing the Xenolingustics lot, whatever had held up his missing shuttle mates was probably something a whole lot more boring that radio frequency scanning. He just hoped they were having more fun than he was.