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Spock walked purposefully toward his quarters where he monotonously entered in the password to open the entrance. Though only half human, at this point he had never felt more tired and, well, emotional. But of course it was only logical to presume that after such events, his half human side and the emotions that go hand in hand with them would slip. Much as they would when provoked as a young child. On a planet that no longer existed, comforted by a mother that was now dead.

He blocked this line of thought and sank slowly, but stiffly into a chair in his living area of his spacious quarters, as given to senior members. Spock leaned his head back as he tried to take account of the hours that had followed almost three days ago. Nero was destroyed, and Earth, his only surviving home, saved. Because of these events, his relationship with Nyota Uhura, though made public to few senior members on the bridge, had been his only….comfort, if he needed such a thing, which his Vulcan mind protested that he did not. But his human half, his human heart, knew better.

As half Vulcan he did not require the amount of sleep that humans did, a quality that had proven useful in his relationship with Lieutenant Uhura, but at this moment Spock concluded that sleeping would indeed restore both mental and physical health, and prepare him for his duties the following day. He rose and unbothered by his clothes, only logically removing his boots; he lay down on the bed, his eyes closing at once, dreams ensuing.

"Commander, with all due respect, my analyzation of the syntax and recorded conversation between the Andorians is one hundred percent correct. I do not understand why I was given a mere B on this assignment." Cadet Uhura said, speaking sharply, her long straight hair swinging as she effectively pronounced each syllable in her speech.

Before her, Commander Spock remained seated with a blank and stoic expression that seemed to be irrevocably glued on him. Not that she really cared. The only thing she had come to passively understand was the expressions in his human eyes. Right now she could see amusement, as well as good ol' stubborn human pride. She stared at him waiting expectantly.

"Cadet Uhura, though your analysis was stellar, and far more accurate than any other translation in any of my advanced classes, you misinterpreted the word 'xioah' to mean…love, whereas according to my calculations means, in fact, lust. As one can see the mere misinterpretation of this word could lead the conversation's translation to be about something entirely different." He said firmly, but not coolly.

His eyes met those of Cadet Uhura's warm brown ones, eyes that he had found himself thinking about too often. He admired this human woman, her grades were always above those of any other student, and she never missed a lecture and was never late. She spent far more hours in the Language Labs than any other student, and had been assisting him in the creation of assignments and lectures for some of his beginner's courses he taught.

It also made his regard much more pronounced when this human happened to be so symmetrically and physically appealing, with an ever-present smile, and spirit behind her eyes and laughter. Yes, his regard had become much more pronounced.

He forced himself to turn his mind from the subject of this cadet's tinkling laughter to focus on the issue at hand. Uhura stood speechless, staring at him.

"Have I misspoke Cadet?" Though the possibility of him misspeaking was 0.0037, he felt it was logical to ask such a question.

Uhura seemed to gain her speech back, and a low blush settled on her cheeks. He did not fail to notice the rush of her blood towards those areas.

"Forgive me Commander, I was so sure that I had not mistranslated the conversation. I see now that 'xioa' means love which explains why I made such a foolish mistake." Uncharacteristically she lowered her eyes shamefully, biting her lip.

Spock, mesmerized by her straight white teeth delicately nibbling on the lower part of her full lips, was fascinated by this behavior, which suggested embarrassment on her part.

"Do not be embarrassed cadet, it was indeed a mistake, but if I'm correct, that is how humans learn, from their mistakes. I will raise your grade to an A minus for your attention to detail and realization of your mistake. But I ask you tell no one of this should I have the appearance of being…relenting."

Uhura's gaze flickered upwards, and a brilliant smile spread across her face as she grinned at Commander Spock. She impulsively threw her arms around him, giving him a hug. After a moment she realized her actions and stepped back from the still stiffly standing Vulcan whose expression she could not decipher.

"Forgive me commander, I acted impulsively. Don't worry I won't tell a soul. Thank you so much!" With that Uhura turned on her heel and dashed out of his office her silky hair swinging behind her.

Spock found himself still standing, staring after her. Slowly he sat back down, his mind thinking only of the heat that came from Uhura's body as she pressed against him, her arms around him. His Vulcan mind tried to remind him of Starfleet regulations, and the ethics code between a teacher and a cadet but for some reason his human self could not, at the present, care.

Spock awoke suddenly to see this entrance to his quarters being slid open and a woman stepping through, punching in the codes into the computer to not allow any visitors or intruders.

"Nyota." He spoke softly, but with such excellent hearing for a human, Uhura heard and looked up, clearly startled. She smiled softly, and walked gracefully towards where he was now sitting. She sat next to him on the bed taking his hand into hers, looking down as she traced lines into his palm while she spoke.

"Spock. I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to see how you were doing and to see if there was anything I could get you. Please go back to sleep, you need the rest I'll just go back to my quart-" To both of their surprise Spock hushed her by a deep kiss as his large hands brought her face to his. The kiss lasted much longer than normal, and as a result both were breathless when it ended. Spock spoke first.

"Nyota, it would be illogical for you to go back to your quarters across the ship at such a late hour when I have perfectly suitable ones you may stay in." Uhura's lips twitched at that and she sighed standing up.

"I suppose you're right." She reached down to pull her boots off when, again surprisingly, Spock was there pulling them off for her. He looked up at her, his left eyebrow that she loved so much, arched.

"May I?" He inquired. She sighed. The feeling of his hands as they gently removed the boots brushing against her skin felt like heaven. She smiled lazily down towards him.

"You may." When he was finished pulling her boots off he stood, so closely against Uhura that he could feel her heart beating, now more erratically, their foreheads touching, lips only a breath apart. She closed her eyes as she felt his arms wrap around her to find the zipper of her dress. He pulled the zipper down slowly until the standard Starfleet issued uniform was cast negligently upon the floor.

She only remained in her bra and underwear, chastely white, but perfectly suiting her, His lips found her own once again as his moved against hers more urgently. Understanding now, she slowly pushed him back towards the bed until the backs of his knees touched it, and carefully climbed backwards, never breaking the kiss. Their kisses became more urgent, desire overcoming both of them simultaneously. She knew what he needed, much as she always knew. She was now straddling him in a position that was most intimate. Her own skilled hands found his shirt, peeling it off and throwing it just as negligently as her own dress had been discarded.

They both removed the remaining clothing articles that stood in their way as Spock leaned forward to kiss every inch of her skin that he could. He suddenly felt weightless, as if the burden of the destruction of an entire planet and loved ones had never existed as he inhaled the sweet scents of old Terran vanilla emitting from her skin.

She gasped as he entered her, not from pain or even surprise, but from sheer desperation to be one with him. He began to slowly and tenderly thrust upwards within her, which she received by rocking her hips and arching her back. This continued until Spock's normally logical yet tender lovemaking changed into something much more passionate, and human.

He rolled them over to where his body was positioned along the length of her own. Gazing into her eyes, his lips never leaving her own, he made sweet but furious love to her, as she responded with low sounding moans. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, their bodies pressed as closely as possible, they both simultaneously experienced the moment where they felt like nothing wrong or horrible could happen, the moment when it was just the two of them.

"Nyota." He gasped, almost lovingly. She said nothing but her lips soundlessly mouthed the word, "Spock." They disentangled but Spock could not bear for there to be any room between him and his Nyota. He drew her back against his chest, his chin tucked in between her shoulder and her neck. They remained there for an immeasurable amount of time, both lost in the moments of being so connected.

Uhura would have thought him asleep, had it not been for the single tear she felt trail down her arm. She turned on her side so she could look at him. His face, as always, betrayed no emotion, but the single tear said it all. She wrapped her arms around him, much like in the turbolift, and simply held him close whispering that she was so sorry, and that she loved him. Nothing could ever change that. She had something to tell him, but for the present, it could wait. Right now, all he needed was this.

It was raining heavily as it is often prone to do in San Francisco. Uhura, supposed to be doing translations for her advanced Vulcan class could not focus. It had been a few weeks since she had so impulsively hugged her teacher, and though neither spoke a word about it, both would glance occasionally at each other then back away quickly. Uhura frowned. Sometimes she felt that there might be more than just a teacher's regard and admiration for a hard working student, but at other times she was so unsure. Vulcans, this one in particular, were so complicated to understand.

"Ugh!" She exclaimed finally tossing her PADD across the room onto her roommate's bed. She couldn't focus, and she discovered she had already made two mistakes on the translation.

"What a fine way to impress Commander Spock, Uhura." She said chiding herself. Restless she rose and slipped on a simple raincoat that belted over her thin and rather short nightgown her roommate had given her as a present. She grabbed an umbrella and stormed out of her dorm, bent of taking a walk and getting some fresh air despite the weather.

"Damned rain." She muttered under her breath as she stomped outside. The weather was surprisingly warm, but not overly so. Just enough to stop one from being chilled. She walked until she found herself standing near the garden areas that cadets specializing in xenohorticulture had cultivated using plants from different planets, genetically engineered to be able to adapt to Earth.

She simply stood there, her gaze focused impassively on what looked to be a rosebush, but had neon orange and purplish black flowers blooming. Needless to say she was startled when she felt a hand lightly tap her once on the shoulder. She spun around ready to deliver an old fashioned roundhouse kick, but stopped at once when she was it was the source of all her confusion and worry. It was Spock.

"Commander Spock, I, uh, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you." She said quickly.

"Indeed cadet, from what I observed you were not paying attention so it is logical to presume that you would not know it was me." He said. Uhura was quiet for a moment. Spock carried no umbrella, and was soaked completely through.

"Do you not have an umbrella sir?"

"Please Cadet Uhura, I think the time has come to where you may address me as Spock. It is only logical considering that we are so frequently in each other's presence so much."

"If I am to call you Spock, you may call me Nyota as well. But don't tell anyone, I only let a few people know it." She said, her lips curved to a slight grin.

Spock nodded once to himself.

"To answer your question there is no need for me to carry a umbrella, after my walk I am not going anywhere that would require me to be presentable, and the feel of the rain is most soothing, as well as different for me. Vulcan is a hot and dry planet, with the rare presence of water."

"I see." She said simply. She looked down silently cursing her own stupidity.

Spock began hesitantly,

"Nyota, may I inquire if you have been experiencing some sort of problem? You are not quite as talkative as you normally are. And I observed that you have spent much less time in the language lab. As a teacher I feel it is my responsibility to inquire into your health and mental well being." He said using his analytical skills to detect any signs in her body language. She seemed to sigh and dropped her hands as she took a step to where she was standing close to him. Something changed in her beautiful human eyes; a resolve seemed to strengthen within her.

"Yes, Spock. Something has been bothering me, but it has nothing to do with my studies or health. It is a personal matter that has been occupying my attention." Now she looked at him squarely.

"May I be so bold as to inquire into this distraction Miss Nyota?" She moved slightly closer to him. She slowly leaned forward pressing her lips against his, her eyes open and waiting for his reaction. To both of their surprise, Spock felt the desire within him rise for this beautiful, smart, spirited, and extraordinary woman, and kissed her back. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, and he hesitantly and unsure what to do, slipped his around her waist. When Uhura stepped back she gave a slow smile that could best be described as tentative.

"You don't know how long I have wanted to do that."

Spock didn't have to say anything, Uhura could see his response in his human eyes and in the way the corners of his mouth were lifted upwards.

"What now, Nyota?" He asked, for once in his life, without an answer. Uhura gave a sly smile as she leaned in for another kiss. But just before she touched his lips she whispered,

"Kiss me, and tomorrow you can take me on a date."

Spock did so, the entire time fighting back the Vulcan part of him that screamed to stop, that this was a violation against the code, and many other logical reasons why he should stop and simply walk back to his Spartan quarters. But he chose not to listen.

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