A/N: Shout out to two people, Letterstonorah and Aneres for their valuable input and hand-holding.

"Isn't this better?" Christopher Pike takes a deep breath of fresh air into his lungs as he gestures expansively.

Spock raises an eyebrow and shifts his head to the side to avoid a free-falling leaf. "Better is subjective," he reminds his friend.

"Agreed, and speaking subjectively this is better. Moving air independent of filtration systems, real humidity and natural light. All things good for the soul. Or katra, if it were," Chris says as he inclines his head toward Spock before pinning his gaze to the chess board between them.

Spock glances around at the humanoids as they come and go in Mission Delores Park. It is nearing the end of spring and it appears peoples of various species desired as much nature that can be found within the confines of San Francisco. Spock does not consider himself one of them, and finds the air within his or Chris' apartments to be adequate for playing chess.

"There's no logical reason to refuse sitting in moderate sunshine on a fairly warm day, is there? No, there isn't. So I've got the portable set and I'm downstairs so get moving. It'll be fun, and besides, I always play better in open air. I don't know why, I guess it helps me concentrate."

So far Spock does not detect any change in Chris' playing ability. "Do you truly believe by staring at the board for prolonged periods of time, you may glean a move that is beyond your current skill set?"

Chris blinks slowly while determining his best move. "Yes," he says.

"That is illogical."

"So you've said," he says, and moves his rook.

Spock glances down at the board and sits back. "Checkmate in five moves," he announces.

"Goddamn it," Chris swears with no real heat. "I hate when you win."

"Then why agree to play me?"

"If I don't play I can't get any better."

"Understood, but you expressed displeasure at my winning."

"Is this to get me back for dragging you out into nature?" Chris shakes his head. "Nevermind, don't bother answering. I am resigned to a life of being beaten by you at chess." He watches the people walk past the chess tables as Spock sets up the board. "Spock," he asks suddenly, "what do you have planned this summer?"

Spock pauses and frowns. "The timeframe that comprises the summer season necessitates many plans."

"This is you getting me back for dragging you to the park." Chris shakes his head. "Fine, tell me about a few of your plans this summer."

"I await approval to offer group tutoring in various subjects in which I have expertise. I have requested use of my Advanced Phonology classroom."

"Are there any subjects in which you don't have any expertise?" Chris rubs his chin and moves his pawn.

Spock allows himself a small smirk. "Psychology." Spock makes his opening move quickly and settles in for a wait.

Chris snorts and laughs. "You don't want to get burned out, Spock," he warns as he regards the board.

"I understand the limits of my stamina. I will have no classes and no grading; my workload will decrease an acceptable level." Spock considers Chris' move and his mouth tightens. "Should I inform you that should you continue on this path you will lose in four moves?"

"Damn it." Chris tips over his queen sourly. "In the future, no. Humans tend to want to find out on our own if we're losing."

"Why?" Spock tilts his head. "I have not lied."

"No, but if I didn't know you so well I wouldn't want to believe you. I would think you're bluffing."

"I do not bluff," Spock says.

"No kidding." Chris sits back and regards Spock. "I'm serious about burning out, Spock. It's not just about energy levels. It's also about doing something so much and for so long that you get tired of it. That it no longer holds your interest."

"Teaching is not only beneficial to Starfleet but it is where I am stationed until the completion of the Enterprise. Interest has no bearing."

"Spock, I say this as a friend and dare I say it, mentor in the few things you don't have any experience in; you should take your vacation time and do things you want to do. Reach deep down, Spock, and tell me do you really want to tutor some kids who may or may not appreciate the effort you're putting forth? You could be doing almost anything else." Chris brightens. "You could go home and visit your mother."

"Negative, my father may be there," Spock says.

"Still rough going?"

Spock looks at Chris' twisted facial features and recalls the name of the phenomenon. Sympathetic grimace. "Our last conversation was… less than satisfactory. He wishes me to spend more time at the Vulcan Embassy if I refuse to visit Vulcan in my allocated personal time."

"What's wrong with the Embassy?"

"I would be watched at every turn. Amongst Humanity I am considered wholly Vulcan. Those who staff the Embassy are of the mindset that I am barely Vulcan. I do not wish to spend eight weeks subjecting myself to being made to feel inferior," Spock says.

Chris raises his eyebrow. "Well no shit," he says. "So you're going to commit to the academy? They already use you for any and all projects they can find because you don't say no."

"If I am able is it not logical to do?" Spock asks.

"There is a time and a place for everything," Chris counters.

"Will this conversation devolve into another session where we recall any and all ultimately empty proverbs?" Spock asks.

"Not this time, Spock. What is it you want to do?" Chris asks.

Spock considers. "It is illogical to dwell on circumstances that will not occur," he says.

"So you have an idea, but you don't want to say. Does it have something to do with your secret girlfriend?" Chris asks.

Spock's mouth flattens into a disapproving line. Nyota Uhura is more than his friend and absolutely not a girl. Every summer she returns to her parents' compound in Nairobi and it was not until they began their personal romantic relationship that it became a problem. "Perhaps," he says.

"Oh ho," Chris crows. "Now we're on to something. Well, why don't you spend time with her? Go out, or even better, stay in at some exotic locale. You're young and in love. Hell, I'm surprised you're free now!"

Spock clears his throat quietly. Nyota was not able to meet him for dinner due to her presence being requested by another instructor. Dryly, Spock considers that her company would be much more agreeable than the fresh air and increased noise pollution that his friend wishes to subject him to.

"She… has recurring plans during the break," Spock says. "I do not wish to be the cause of her breaking them."

Chris shrugs a shoulder. "Maybe she would like it."

"I did not consider that," Spock admits. "How do you balance your respect for another's plans and time with your own desires?"

"Honestly, the same way you decide if you're going to meet for dinner or spend the night or go to the movies," Chris says as he rearranges the board. "You make a suggestion and let them make up their mind." He stops and gives Spock his full attention. "You can want to do and share things with someone else and still respect them. It's all in how you pose the suggestion or offer."

"Your logic is sound," Spock says reluctantly.

"Why do you sound so surprised? I've been in relationships before." Chris' expression is playfully offended.

"I do not wish to marry to merely divorce."

Chris pinches the bridge of his nose. "I can't be your friend and have an ego, too, can I?"

Spock merely tilts his head.

"At any rate you don't know the reasons why my relationships ended, do you?" he asks.

"No," Spock admits.

"And I'm not going to go into those reasons right now," Chris says. "I will say this, though. Don't be afraid to want things in your relationship, Spock. What's the worst that can happen?"

Spock blinks. "She could perish as a result of an action I have taken," he says.

Chris opens his mouth and closes it. "…That's a metaphor, Spock."

"But it is a reasonable answer," he insists.

"Is it? Is it really?" Chris moves a pawn with a small smile on his face. "See, I made a move in under five minutes; I think that means you can request your secret girlfriend's presence for the summer."

Spock ponders the various consequences of his request. Nyota may say yes. She may say no. She may demand he never speak to her again in a personal capacity. Family is very important to her. He is unsure if he will make the request of Nyota; he does not wish to make her feel she must choose him over her family. "Checkmate in seven moves," he says.

Chris' self-congratulatory smirk becomes pained.

"I'm glad we tried this place. I was curious when I heard Professor Clark rave about it," Nyota says.

"Indeed. The food is highly acceptable," Spock says after he sips his mint tea.

Nyota can't help but smile at his choice of words. Coming from a Human it would be the palest of praises, barely complimentary. From Spock? Positively glowing. When Spock proposed they dine out Nyota remembered a new Korean-Deltan fusion restaurant that sounded promising. The décor is tasteful and the food better than advertised. The only thing?

Her Vulcan appears deep in thought. He's not inattentive by any means but Nyota's become accustomed to his razor-like focus and when it isn't present it feels… strange. Almost absentminded.

Nyota smiles slightly and requests the bill from the display against the wall. "How about we stop by Bi-Rite Creamery on the way back? I'm craving some ice cream," she says as she swipes her credits stick and gathers her purse.

"That is satisfactory."

Spock nods once, helps her out of her chair and offers her his arm with an air of preoccupation. Nyota wishes to pry and ask what has him so quiet but she refrains; if he has something to say then Spock will say it, one of the perks of Spock's personality.

The cab ride is silent but comfortable. Nyota is glad that Spock feels secure enough in their quasi-seclusion to hold her hand and sends him calm and serenity through the one way telepathic contact. Sometimes, even for Spock, touch is merely touch. Nyota's not psi-null and he has shown her how to bump against his mind, like a polite knock to get his attention.

She does so now. The sensation is almost indescribable, and just about immediately Nyota can sense Spock considering what feels to be a very serious subject, but he shields exactly what captures his thoughts.

You will know in due time, he whispers in her mind.

I worry. Are you troubled?

Merely undecided. Ashayam, all is well.

Nyota retreats but the small furrow between Spock's brow remains. But eventually, as the scenery changes outside the taxi windows, he rouses interestedly as they get closer to Bi-Rite Creamery. Nyota remembers the first time Spock introduced her to the lovely place. They specialize in flavors most people consider odd or daring, and even much loved flavors from other planets.

The shop is large and brightly lit; people mill around in intense conversations as choices are debated and selections delivered. The flavors are temporary due to seasonal availability and prices around the galaxy so every visit is always an adventure.

It's here that Spock takes Nyota's hand and tucks it in his elbow and she can't help but grin as her heart swells. She loves this man, absolutely head over heels for him.

"You are staring," Spock murmurs as they shuffle closer to the counter to look at the latest offerings of flavors.

"Am I?" Nyota hums. "Must be because you're so handsome."

"I cannot find fault with your logic. You are Human and your memory fails. It is best you gaze upon me often so you are reminded," Spock says as he leans forward to make his choices. Nyota snorts and shakes her head. So many people think that Spock has no sense of humor. They'd probably fall over if they heard his often funny jokes.

They make their selections of two scoop cones: Spock chooses a scoop of kasa and another of cordial cherry for his and Nyota selects white chocolate raspberry and balsamic strawberry. After paying they decide to walk the rest of the way to Spock's apartment before Nyota returns to the dorms.

Spock holds her hand the entire way and she receives waves of contentment and satisfaction from him. This is nice, she thinks. It's warm and there's Spock and there's ice cream.

"Nyota?"

She stirs from her thoughts and smiles up at him. "Yes, Spock?"

"Will you tell me what you're thinking about?" He looks young with his uncertainty visible on his face and Nyota wonders if it's the work of the chocolate.

"I'm thinking that in this moment I am very happy," she says.

"Happy to be with me?" he asks.

Nyota almost frowns. "Absolutely," she says. "Is that what's worrying you? You're worried that I'm not enjoying myself with you?"

Spock hesitates and wonders at the wisdom of ordering chocolate this evening. His thoughts feel loose and his tongue even looser. "That is not exactly what concerns me."

"If you want to talk about something, Spock, I hope you know you can," she says.

Spock realizes they've stopped a few steps away from one of the entrances to Mission Delores Park, and decides that is what Humans call a proverbial sign.

"I appreciate all the time we are allotted to pursue personal activities with each other. Our minds, values and goals are satisfactorily complimentary and we are exceedingly physically compatible and I derive much pleasure from our sexual congress. Do you?"

Nyota tries not to chuckle, but can't keep the small smile from her face. "I do," she says.

"I find I am often dissatisfied when I am unable to spend time with you," he admits.

"I am, too," Nyota responds.

"When you leave for long periods I experience episodes of melancholy. Do you have familiarity with this sensation?"

Spock looks genuinely disturbed and it takes all of Nyota's self-control not to throw her arms around his neck and kiss the concern from his face. "Yes, it's called missing someone. I miss you, too when I don't get to see you."

"I would like more," Spock says.

Nyota blinks as her heartbeat roars in her ears. Is he… "Um, what are you referring to?" She winces as her voice comes out more like a shriek.

"Nyota, the pitch of your voice indicates that you are distressed. Would you rather speak on another subject?" Spock pulls her closer as if the feelings Nyota are experiencing are corporeal.

"No," she says. "Just please explain what you mean by you want more." Is he going to propose? Will she say yes? How could she say no? Is she too young to get married? Who cares if you think you've found the one? Oh my god-

"I wish for you to remain in San Francisco and spend the sanctioned break with me."

Nyota feels almost faint at the mix of disappointment and abject relief coursing through her veins. She leans her forehead against Spock's chest and shakily releases the breath she was holding.

"I am uncertain of your physiological reaction and how it relates to my request," Spock says softly.

Nyota chuckles and looks up at him. "I thought… nevermind," she says hurriedly. "You want me to stay with you, in your apartment for the entire eight weeks?"

"Affirmative. I understand that you visit your family in Nairobi."

"I do," Nyota agrees.

"I also know how important family is to you," Spock says.

"It is."

"… I still wish to extend the invitation." He looks as if he wants to say something else, but ultimately his face levels into his neutrally expectant expression.

"That will be the longest we've ever spent continuously in each other's presence," she says.

"Affirmative."

"Are you sure? I know you like your privacy. I've also noticed a distinct air of relief when I leave sometimes," Nyota says dryly.

"Relief is not the correct word to convey the emotion I felt," Spock says.

"Felt?"

"Affirmative. I no longer experience the emotion more aptly described as a series of emotions. I experienced anger and frustration at the thought of you leaving. Then shame at the illogical emotional response. The relief you ascertained was not that you were leaving, but that I knew with you removed from my immediate vicinity in time I would be able to correct my emotional response."

Nyota reaches up and gently cups Spock's jaw. "And now?"

"Now I have learned that you will return of your own free will, and that you are gratified by the time we are able to have together. I endeavor to ensure you will always feel thus," he says, leaning into her cool touch. "What say you, Nyota?" he asks.

"I consider this a big step in our relationship. One I'm unsure if I'm ready for. We've got a little over a week before classes end for summer; can I have some time to think about it?" Nyota asks.

"I do not wish to pressure you," Spock says. "You may take what time you need."

Nyota rises to her toes and presses a chaste kiss to Spock's mouth. He deepens it immediately, pulling her closer and almost off of her heels. "Spock," she breaks the kiss laughing. "Put me down!"

"I do not wish to," Spock says. "I may be required to carry you to my apartment."

"I thought I was going back to the dorms," she says as he reluctantly lowers her to her feet.

"I would be pleased if you remained at my apartment until morning."

"That chocolate has you riled up," Nyota chuckles.

Negative, Spock considers. The curve of your spine beneath my hand and the swing of your hips. The silk of your skin and the fullness of your lips. The promise in your eyes and the love I feel from you is what confounds my logic and causes me to submit to your merciful love. "Perhaps," he says.

Nyota leans forward and takes a highly eroticized lick of Spock's melting ice cream. "Then maybe we shouldn't waste it."

Spock inhales deeply through his nose and marvels at his good fortune.

"Hey, you're back early." Gaila looks up from her padd and gives her roommate a big smile from where she lounges on her bed. She's done with classes for the day and is in her favorite lingerie, a nude colored muted green, while painting her toenails bright white.

Nyota toes off her boots. "Yeah, my last tutee cancelled. Actually they sent me a message from Cabo; they forgot they had signed up for the session today but they're already gone so…" Nyota tosses her communicator on her bed and sighs. "Half of my classes were almost empty today. We've still got days before we're off."

"Mine, too," Gaila laughs and double checks to make sure she isn't smearing nail polish on her toes. "I love it. The professors don't even care," she says absently as she focuses on painting carefully.

"I do," Nyota grumbles. "It's a waste of time because they're going to have to go over everything again when we come back. It's going to set us behind schedule."

"Okay, what has burrowed up your butt and expired?" Gaila asks. She lowers her foot and wiggles her toes carefully. As it dries the white polish begins turn opalescent.

Nyota's shoulders slump. "Is that my nail polish?" she asks.

"I don't understand," Gaila says. "What are these words you're using? I am a mere girl from Kolar and am unsure of how to communicate correctly."

Nyota snorts. "I speak your language," she reminds her in Kolari.

"Oh yeah." Gaila sniffs. "This may or may not be your nail polish," she says.

"Looks good on you."

"I know, right?" Gaila shakes the bottle and lifts her other foot. "So are you going to tell me what's bothering you? Normally you're ready for vacation time, unless you're in the middle of a big project."

"No, no project," Nyota says as she releases her hair from her tight pony tail and rubs at her scalp. But it's not helping the low level tension in the pit of her stomach. Ever since Spock's unexpected suggestion she's been thinking about it. If she's honest with herself, Nyota's kind of glad everyone's unfocused and slacking off.

It hides her own anxiety.

"Did you and Spock fight?"

Nyota blinks out of her reverie to see Gaila staring at her strangely. "What?" Nyota yelps.

"He seems too logical to argue, but he's Vulcan so he's stubborn," Gaila says.

"Anyone can be stubborn," Nyota says. "Doesn't matter what species they belong to."

"Yeah, but Vulcans are on another level." Gaila sticks out her tongue and manages to keep the tiny brush on her pinkie toenail. "So did you fight?"

"No."

"Are you going to give me one word answers until I figure it out? If so, we're going to need to go get some food. Can I borrow your sandals? The ones with the high heel? I want to show off my toes." Gaila wiggles her toes and admires how the color looks against her skin.

She glances up to see Nyota in some sort of daydreaming trance. Honestly, Gaila wonders. What would Nyota do without her as a roommate? Someone who will pull her out of her brain every once in a while and tell her to stop overthinking things? Nyota has pretty good instincts, for a Human, Gaila considers. If her odd way of thinking didn't get in her way.

"So you fought and he won?" Gaila encourages.

"What?" Nyota wakes up and immediately frowns as Gaila's words register. "No, Gaila," she says.

"Sandals," Gaila prompts.

Robotically, Nyota crouches to reach under her bed for the shoes and hands them to Gaila. "We didn't fight," Nyota says as she watches Gaila go to the closet for some clothes.

"So what's the problem?" Gaila asks yet again. "You're kind of moody and you've been that way for the past few days."

"You should wear your white shorts and that new crocheted halter I got the last time we went shopping."

"Good idea. That top makes my breasts look amazing, but they already look awesome," Gaila says as she slips out of her bra and throws it on her bed.

Nyota chuckles. "What are you doing for your summer vacation?" Since Gaila can't return to Kolar she saves her credits for amazing and unique trips on Earth and other Federation planets.

"I booked a first class trip on the newly minted Risa Express. I will be ferried in style to Grasha's Resort where I will bask nakedly in the sun while my naked body is rubbed with oils I'll never know the name of by men, women and variations thereof with great hands and amazing- "

"Back to Earth," Nyota interrupts, laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, for now," Gaila grumbles as she wiggles her hips into her shorts. "Now come on; whatever's on your mind will be solved by some good food. You're buying."

Nyota sighs. She's been snacking on everything while she decides if she's going or coming. "No, you go ahead," she says.

"Suit yourself." Gaila strikes a pose and tosses her hair. "Do I look good?"

"Like you have to ask," Nyota murmurs as she grabs her comm to send a message to her sister.

Have time to talk?

Dimly, Nyota's aware of the door closing. Less than ten seconds later she gets her reply.

Sure! Call.

Nyota rolls to her back and places the call. "Makena," she cries out when her sister's face fills her screen.

"Nyota, something wrong?" Makena looks fairly alarmed. "Not that I don't love our talks, but you don't call unless there's something wrong."

"Ugh, that's not true," Nyota protests. "I'm calling because I have a question and while I might regret this, I could use your advice."

Makena's concern morphs into a sly smile. "Boy trouble? Nyota, you?" she scoffs.

Nyota remembers why she doesn't call her sister more often. "He's not a boy, he's a –"

"-man?" Makena snorts. "Yeah, they're all boys. What's the problem? How can I bestow my wisdom upon you?"

Nyota pinches the bridge of her nose. "This can't get back to Mama," she warns.

Makena gets close to the camera and looks as offended as possible. "I don't snitch," she says. " I am perfectly reasonable."

"What's it going to cost me, Makena?" Nyota asks.

"I just don't keep secrets from our dear, trusting- "

"What. Is. It. Going to cost me, Makena," Nyota interrupts.

"Your yellow Osei Sima dress."

"What?" Nyota screeches. "No." She shakes her head.

"Suit yourself. I'll still give you advice, though," Makena says.

"Thank you."

"But when I speak to Mama or Baba it might just slip out. How can one know the future?"

"I haven't told Mama who broke her favorite vase," Nyota says sweetly.

"I already told her."

"I'm hanging up," Nyota huffs.

"No, no. Look, I'm just messing with you. It's so rare you call me for relationship advice. I'm sorry, I'll take this seriously," Makena says. Her smile turns soft. "So, are you going to tell me who it is yet?"

"His name is S'chn T'gai Spock." Nyota's heart rattles in her chest while she waits for her sister to place the name.

"He's Vulcan?" Makena shrieks. "Well, little star, you don't do anything by halves, do you?" She rubs the back of her neck. "How'd you catch the eye of a Vulcan?"

"He was an instructor, and that's all I'm saying," Nyota almost shouts over her sister's laughter. "I didn't date him while he was responsible for grading me."

"I didn't ask, baby sister. I know you better than that," Makena says. "So he's suggesting you go away for a trip?"

"No. He wants me to stay with him in San Francisco. In his apartment."

"That's a little different than a trip. Have you spent any time in his space?"

Nyota exhales through her nose before she nods.

"Does he share?"

"Um, yeah. He's… very dedicated to my comfort," Nyota realizes.

"Do you want to?"

"I think I do." Nyota laughs. "I do," she reaffirms.

"Then do it."

"But… Mama and Baba expect me home every summer. I don't want to disappoint them. I don't know how to tell them I'm staying behind because I want to spend time with my significant other," Nyota says. "How did you do it?"

"They never expected me to come home every vacation," Makena says. "I don't' think they expect you to, either."

"They don't sit around when I return to school, counting down the days their baby daughter returns?" Nyota rolls her eyes at her sister's laughter.

"Oh, please. You know they're hardly home if we're not there. Look, I know for a fact that Mama will probably use the time to strengthen her Betazed contacts and Baba… who knows with him. He's always busy." Alhamisi Uhura, for the past ten years, has been working with Starfleet Intelligence on a project he keeps extremely quiet.

"Right. They won't miss me," Nyota says. "I think I'm going to do it."

"Good. I can't be the only bad girl in the family."

"Makena!" Nyota laughs. "I don't want to be a bad girl!"

"Too late," Makena sings. "Gotta go!"

"Makena, don't say anything until I call Mama," Nyota shouts.

"Of course, bye!" Makena blows her a kiss and ends their call.

Nyota tosses her communicator onto her desk and stares up at the ceiling. She's going to do it. She's going to tell Spock she's going to stay with him, in his apartment for eight weeks. It'll be like they're living together.

Living together.

Are they ready for that?

Is she grown enough for that? Nyota's only twenty-two. Is she moving too fast?

It's just for the summer. A couple of weeks, she tells herself. Not a big deal. She's spent the night at his house and always hates having to leave. Now…

Now she doesn't have to leave for a good while.

"This is a good thing," Nyota says to the empty room.

The silence agrees.

So Nyota will give Spock his answer and she'll inform her parents she's not going to be home in four days. She rolls to her side, thinking of a pleasant way to deliver agreeable news, and gets a very good idea.

Spock powers down his terminal and very nearly sighs. He could do so, there is no one around to consider it strange. He inhales deeply and releases his breath forcefully.

He understands why Humans use this gesture to express dissatisfaction.

There are only four days before the summer break begins, and Spock has not had a response from Nyota. She is not prone to leave anything to the last moment, so he can only conclude she has yet to find a way to reject his offer.

It was too soon.

Yet another circumstance that reveals no matter how long Spock spends among Humans he will never truly understand –

The doors to his office open and admits Nyota, who looks vaguely surprised. "I thought you were going to revoke my access," she says.

Spock swallows as he watches the deliberate sway in her hips. "Nyota," he says. "You are unexpected. But not unwanted," he adds.

"I know," she says as she unzips her light jacket and places it on the chair he reserves for students and visitors.

She is not wearing a bra. Spock swallows again and feels his pants tighten. "Is there something you need?" he asks.

"Yes there is," Nyota says. "See, I've seen my grades and I seem to be failing your course."

Spock is briefly confused, but immediately recalls the conversation where he admits he had many fantasies about Nyota in her cadet uniform. One such fantasy… "Your performance has been unacceptable this term."

"I'm so sorry, Professor," Nyota says lowly, walking around the desk and perching on the edge. When she crosses her legs Spock gets a whiff of her aroused state and cannot help the growl at the back of his throat. "I can't seem to concentrate when I'm in your class."

"I am not interested in excuses," he says as he reaches out and runs a finger up Nyota's calf. "What is it you hope to accomplish by coming here? I am not known for leniency." Spock palms her thigh and enjoys watching his fingers slide up her skirt.

"I thought I would throw myself upon your mercy," Nyota says, and slowly uncrosses her legs.

Spock's fingers tighten on her thigh when he realizes she does not wear any underwear. "You do not listen," he says. "I have no mercy." He rolls his chair between Nyota's opening legs and does a laudable job of not pressing his face between her legs and inhaling deeply. "But one is not… unreasonable."

Nyota rolls her hips and keeps her expression innocently concerned. "I will do anything," she says as she braces her boots on Spock's arm rests and leans back on her elbows. She's glad Spock keeps his desk clear and Nyota bites back a groan at the positively ravenous look in Spock's expression.

"Is that truly the case?" Spock leans forward, finally, and scrapes his teeth on the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh, darkly gratified when Nyota shudders and drops her head back. She's wet and open and as much as he enjoys their games, he is suddenly unable to continue. He presses his nose to her clitoris and breathes in deeply.

Spock does not understand why Nyota's scent inflames him so; no matter how often he avails himself there does not seem to be any resistance to be garnered. He licks her slick folds and finds he does not care. Spock holds Nyota's hips down to the desk and uses his tongue to tease her into a frenzy. "Spock, oh god," she hisses and moans lowly. "There are people still in the building."

"Computer, lock door, disable all access." Spock slides his first and middle fingers inside Nyota and groans with her at the sensation on his fingertips. "You are exceedingly wet," he tells her. "Can you hear it?" Spock adjusts the angle of his fingers and the office fills with the lewd sound.

"You make me like this," Nyota says breathlessly. "I had to walk over here, dripping at the thought of fucking you." She bites her lip and groans.

"Do you wish to sit on my lok?" Spock asks.

Nyota can only nod. He withdraws his hand from within her and she clambers off the desk while Spock undoes his pants in record time.

"Are you sure you want to do this here?" Nyota whispers.

Spock pauses and his pants fall to his ankles. "Do you not wish to proceed?"

Nyota glances down at his groin and almost licks her lips. "Absolutely," she says, and goes to strip off her dress when Spock reaches out and stays her wrist.

"Please, leave it on," he asks.

Nyota's confusion curves into a seductive grin. "I still haven't earned that grade, Professor," she says as she steps close and slides her hands into his underwear. Spock hisses when her fingers graze against his tumescent flesh. "I'm willing to do extra credit," she whispers.

Spock's grin is little more than a baring of teeth as he pushes his underwear down to free himself. Nyota immediately grasps his lok and thumbs the head, spreading the precome and making him hiss as his hips buck.

Spock no longer wishes to play, and with a growl he pulls her back to the chair and collapses the armrests. Nyota positions herself above him, kissing him deeply as she begins to sink onto him. This is what Spock enjoys, the breathtaking sensation at first entrance, the tight coil of pleasure at the base of his spine as Nyota's scorching body envelopes his hard lok.

He could exist in this moment for all time.

Nyota groans into Spock's mouth when she sits on his lap, flexing her muscles around his hard flesh inside of her. "You feel so good," she whispers against his face. "Oh god," she chokes out.

Spock begins to bite at all the flesh he can reach, even at Nyota's hard nipples through the thin material of her cadet uniform. He fills his hands with the pert globes of her ass beneath her dress and pulls her up a few inches before allowing gravity to shove her back down.

Nyota shudders and digs her nails into Spock's neck, causing him to move her faster. He wishes to savor this illicit activity, to draw out both their pleasure but the pull of Nyota's body settles like a physical ache in his chest and he cannot slow as he begins to thrust up into her body as he allows her to fall back onto him.

Nyota's attempting to be quiet but she's wailing lowly into Spock's mouth, tugging on his hair desperately as she lets him move her body. She concentrates on the sensation Spock stirs inside of her and she pants, desperate for air and more of him. The only sounds in the room is her low keen and the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Nyota grabs the back of the chair and begins to throw her hips into it, working herself into a frenzy on Spock's cock.

The sensor to Spock's office door chimes once, and Nyota freezes, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. She looks at Spock, who does not appear perturbed at all. She moves to lift off of him but his hands span her waist and keeps her there.

"Computer, audio only," Spock says, his voice perfectly normal, as if he isn't buried deep inside of Nyota. She looks at him questioningly.

"Hey, Spock. Your door's locked."

Pike.

Nyota's mortification rises and she attempts to move off of Spock's lap again but he does not let her move.

"Christopher, I apologize, were we supposed to meet tonight?" Spock widens his legs and thrusts up and it takes all of Nyota's energy not to sob and cry out as he rubs against that spot deep inside of her.

"No, but I thought you may want to grab dinner. Are you going to let me in?"

Nyota bites down on her lip as Spock grinds himself against her, not thrusting but still moving inside of her. It's making her back bow and all she wants to do is moan.

Spock looks as if he's contemplating opening the door.

"I cannot, Chris. I am conducting private business with Vulcan. Another time, with appropriate prior notification," Spock says, slowly moving in and out of Nyota. He watches greedily as she struggles to contain her vocal exaltation. He wishes to cause her to make a sound. He desires to make Nyota scream his name so loudly Chris has no choice but to understand what is happening.

"Alright. Don't work too long, remember what we talked about. Good night, Spock."

"And you, Christopher. Computer, disable audio." Spock's words unravel to a groan as he snaps is hips up.

"Audio disabled."

"You – Oh my god," Nyota shudders out as Spock continues to fuck her in earnest. He feels impossibly large inside of her and his hands move from her waist to her ass.

"I was tempted, Nyota," Spock groans as she presses her forehead against his. "I was tempted to let him in, to let Christopher in. So he could see me make you shudder with need. So I may look upon his face as you come apart on my lok."

Nyota cries out at how good it feels. She would've agreed to anything as long as Spock continues to move his hips and hit her spot. "I'm gonna come," she pants into his mouth, grinding down on his cock. Spock mouths wet kisses down her cheek to her neck and bites through the fabric of her uniform.

The shock of Spock's teeth on her skin trips Nyota into her climax and she begins to shudder uncontrollably as Spock slows his strokes but keeps moving, fucking her through her orgasm. When Nyota falls back into her body she realizes he's still thick and hard inside of her.

Spock rubs his face against Nyota's chest as she struggles to regain her breath. Watching her in the throes of completion never ceases to amaze him. If he could devote his entire life to making Nyota throw her head back and wail with his lok then he would consider it a life well lived.

But now his fire grows too hot to contain. "Nyota," he manages to get out. He is desperate to move and unable to articulate what he needs.

"I've got you," she croons in his ear and begins moving her hips again. The fire flares hotly inside Spock and takes over, lifting Nyota faster than she can do herself. He cannot keep the growls from leaving his throat and his entire world burns down to the sensation of Nyota on his lok. She leans forward and bites his lip hard and Spock rises and pushes her onto the top of his desk and moves his hips.

He is frenzied, chasing his climax almost mindlessly, rutting into his precious Nyota's willing body. She spurs him on with her breathy encouragement, the way her hips meet his as he thrusts. She grabs his hand where it's braced on either side of her shoulders and the sensation from her perspective doubles in his mind and they both cry out as Spock empties himself within her. He bites back a satisfied roar as he presses himself as deeply inside of Nyota as he can.

Spock imagines them married and he, on their wedding night, filling her with his seed. Continuing his family line through the most person most precious to him. It makes him dizzy and he falls forward onto Nyota, who catches him with strong arms and peppers the side of his face with kisses. "That was…" She trails off with a chuckle and groan as Spock gently removes himself from her body.

"I apologize," Spock says, slightly out of breath himself. "I believe my amorous emotions may have gotten out of control."

"No, it's fine. I'm fine." Nyota rises and winces as the skin over her chest moves with her.

"I have hurt you." Spock gently pries the material from her chest and reveals an angry looking bite marring her beautiful skin just at the swell of her breast.

"It's fine. Just like every other time before." Nyota takes his hand and sends him her wellbeing, warm and content and just a little sore. Appreciative of his sexual prowess and her love. "Okay?" she affirms.

"Okay has variabl-" Spock is cut off by a long, sweet kiss. "I do not know what I would do if I truly hurt thee," he whispers against Nyota's beautiful lips. He kisses her again and once more, because she allows him and he can.

"Oh, Spock." Nyota runs her hands down the back of Spock's head like she knows he likes it.

"Have you come to tell me you will be joining your family in Nairobi?" Spock finally asks.

Nyota frowns. "You think I would get all dolled up and fuck your brains out to tell you no?"

"You have employed similar tactics in the past," he reminds her.

"I… Well damn. I guess I have. But wait a moment, like you haven't?" Nyota laughs and throws her arms around his shoulders and kisses him again. "No, my darling Spock. I'm here to tell you that I would love to stay with you over the summer."

Spock tightens his grip around Nyota and breathes in the scent of her hair. He cannot tell her what emotions he currently experiences; they jumble in his brain and makes him mute. He touches Nyota's hand and presses his forehead against hers and allows her into his mind.

He is thankful.