Warning: This story in general will have lots and lots and lots and lots of graphic sex. If this offends you, please skip this one. Also, I am working on updates to my other stories. I have received the requests for updates and I apologize for the delays. I have a little more time now that summer is approaching. To all my subscribers, thanks for staying true. If you stick around to read this story, I hope you enjoy!

SPOCK

Piles of PADDs law strewn about Spock's living room quarters. At least the repaired heap was now larger than the ones that still needed fixing. His teaching assistant and, one might say, friend, Cadet Nyota Uhura had worked several strands of hair out of her ponytail during the evening as she'd bent over each small computer, reprogramming the devices one after the other, like a robot on an assembly line. It had proven to be a daunting task. Someone had thought it amusing to launch a viral attack on the PADDs of every student who had logged on during classes in the Science and Technology building that morning. Shortly after, those students had found their computers laden with pornographic images and a complete disarray of all class files, which unfortunately for some, involved notes and essay in preparation for final exams the following week. Nothing was readable on the PADDs, unless one could decipher what appeared to be ancient hieroglyphics. By the time the students had caught on, three hundred and eleven PADDs were infected. Spock was one of the professors who had volunteered to spend the rest of the day reprogramming the computers and trying to retrieve all information that had been lost. Nyota had volunteered to assist, so after a quick lunch, they set to work. They had been working over six hours now. The tip of Nyota's tongue was visible over the corner of her top lip as she concentrated on the device in front of her, unscrewing this, lightly adjusting that, pressing buttons on and off. Spock made note of the small portion of tongue he could see and wondered briefly how it might taste against his own before he caught himself.

They had started their work on the table in his living area but somewhere along the way, both of them had moved to the soft carpet of the floor. "This is illogical placement for repairing the remaining student devices," Spock had objected, yet and still, he'd followed her to the floor. "I can't sit in that hard chair a second longer," Nyota had huffed.

Spock had managed for the past forty minutes to avoid glancing at the flash of her white panties underneath the small skirt of the Starfleet uniform as she switched her position every few minutes. Despite his meditations prior to her arrival, his control was weakening, as always when he was around her, this human girl who shook him in places he was unaware existed. From a logical standpoint, he should have refused her offer to help his reprogram the computerized notebooks; yet the notion of him denying her anything was foolish. He could think of little he would not do for her. Had he been a normal man, he might have pursued her in earnest. He might have told her that he thought of her in small increments all throughout his day, that she was the first thing on his mind when he rose in the morning and the last thing on his mind before he slept. Sometimes, he dreamed of her. But Spock was no ordinary man. He was the only Vulcan human hybrid in existence. This was fact. He was engaged to an attractive though cold Vulcan female named T'Pring. This was fact. He did not love T'Pring. This too was fact. He felt regular surges of affection and lust towards a human. Also fact. But it wasn't just that he had thoughts of sexual intercourse with Nyota. He wanted her as a mate. This, too, after much meditation and careful consideration, was registered in his mind as fact.

Nyota shifted her hips to lean closer to the opened machine on which she was currently working, and with her shift came her familiar scent of flowery Hawaiian sandalwood. She had smelled of it since the day they had met nearly four years ago, the first time she had swept into his classroom and introduced herself in almost perfect Vulcan and told him how excited she was about this class. Several thoughts flashed across his mind as he looked down at this overly confident female; his very first thought was how strikingly beautiful she was to him. He remembered with clarity the way his heart stirred in his side; the fluttering disturbed him, for he had never experienced it before. Her eyes were slightly narrow, framed by thick dark eyelashes, as dark as his own. She had the look of one who was open and filled with excitement, alertness. Her skin was smooth brown with obvious red undertones. He wondered if there was perhaps some American Indian somewhere in her lineage. She had long black hair held back from her face with a thick elastic band. She was taller than the average human female, yet shorter than he. She filled out her Starfleet uniform in an aesthetically pleasing way.

It shocked him to realize that he had a strong urge to mate with her upon that first meeting; briefly, he'd wondered what she would feel like crushed beneath him, crying out his name. He blinked, struggling to gain control of himself, angry with himself for nearly losing it. The attractive Cadet was waiting for him to respond, so in Vulcan, he had asked her to take her seat and refrain from pretentiousness in the future, as he had known many students who could speak Vulcan. She hadn't been the first to saunter up to him expecting favor. She frowned slightly, clearly offended, before apologizing and taking her seat. He avoided looking in her direction for the rest of the lecture, not realizing until she had walked out that she had caused him to become…k'oh-nar. Emotionally vulnerable. Because he wanted her. He had had Earth women before, but had never desired one the way he desired this Cadet Uhura.

That night, he studied her file, committed the facts he found most interesting to memory. She was from Nairobi, Africa. She had never made a B nor had she ever missed a day of school. She was Vice President of the Starfleet Choral Ensemble. He saw that there were several uploads of her solo performances; he watched each one, entranced. She had a lovely voice. Spock's further investigation of her files revealed that her father was a renowned scientist, her mother a surgeon. She had won several medals in track and field during her college years. She was an only child.

After a thorough inquiry of Nyota's files, Spock had pressed his fingers together in a steeple at his desk and contemplated. Of course he could not pursue her while she was his student; however, he noted that her goal was to be a Communications Officer. She had received a full scholarship to the Academy and was fluent in over eleven languages. He was positive that he himself would be asked to serve as First Officer under Captain Pike for the new starship Enterprise, set to be completed and ready for flight just in time for her graduation. Perhaps they would be assigned the same ship. With her advanced academic record, extracurricular activities and the right references, he could foresee no other candidate fitting enough for the position she sought. All she would need to secure her placement would be…extensive research. Most of his colleagues had research assistants, and he had attempted them several times, but all had resigned from his leadership. He had high expectations and he was demanding, impassive, relentless. By his fourth year at the Academy, applications to work as his assistant had stopped coming entirely. Naturally, he could offer Cadet Uhura the job of his teaching aid for his Advanced Phonology course. He could also use an aid for Advanced Acoustical Engineering as well. It would take some smoothing over, after his abrupt brush off, but if calculations served him correctly, she would know that she needed an all-encompassing resume to acquire the job of Communications Officer above one of the newer ships coming out of Starfleet. He would wait a year, allow her time to forgive him for his transgressions, and when the moment was right, ask for her to become his full time Teacher's Assistant for independent study electives with the guarantee of a first-rate letter of recommendation for her application to become a Starfleet Officer.

Which is precisely what he did.

Now, here they were, Nyota in her final months at Starfleet, and a pile of hacked PADDs between the two of them, PADDs that had been promised to be resurrected before the next afternoon so that students could prepare for their final examinations, especially the seniors at the Academy. They had worked closely together since Spock had asked her to be his aide, but no other advancements had been made. Nyota was a highly desirable female, and Spock was a highly logical and ethical male, so their relationship did not progress much beyond work. She surely never noticed his surly mood when he happened upon her on campus, holding hands with a duhsu (unworthy) male who no doubt wanted to bed her and move on, the way so many Earth males did with their women. There were occasional rushed meals over essays needing grades. She rarely needed instruction on what he needed assistance with. If she saw on his schedule that he was spending extra time making preparations for the Kobayashi Maru or occupied with repairs aboard one of the star ships, she simply filled in as his substitute teacher for classes she had already taken and passed. Sometimes, she left small snacks or his favorite teas on his desk in passing, which he noted and was pleased about. He made sure to thank her accordingly, and she smiled, and shrugged it off. Time went on, and somewhere along the way, he realized that his engagement to T'Pring would be thinoi (a waste); somewhere along all those little moments over the years, Spock fell in love with the beautiful Nyota Uhura.

Such feelings were foolish of him; he knew this, acknowledged this for the thousandth time when he caught himself wandering into unrealistic fantasy about her. He who had made a vow to purge himself of all emotion years ago, failed when it came to Nyota. She had found a way inside of his stubborn heart when so many other things had not, could not. To test her in seeing if she felt any mutual attraction towards him could ruin all he had sacrificed, all he had worked for during his attendance and employment at Starfleet Academy. Yet, illogically as it was, rejection from her would be far worse than his inevitable firing from the Academy, should she shove him away in disgust or report him to Personnel if he tried to demonstrate his affection for her in a physical manner. He had never touched her, save the instances they were handing something to each other and their fingers brushed together briefly. Otherwise, there had been so handshakes, no embraces, nothing of the sort. Spock had wanted to touch her. He had wanted to risk all for exactly 1095.73 Earth days.

"….if….this…damn…back piece would just come…off! Shit!" Nyota exclaimed as the back of a PADD suddenly flew across the room, striking the wall with an angry pop.

"Nyota," Spock said gently, placing the malware infected PADD he was repairing on the floor. "Perhaps we should refrain from this for the evening. We have been working ceaselessly since this afternoon. It is well past 2300 hours. In fact, you will require a pass for access back to Sloane Hall. I apologize. I should have paid closer attention-"

"No, don't apologize, Spock. It's my job to help you fix these things. This spiteful attack against the student PADDs could ruin months, possibly years of hard work. It could cost students placements for star ships. I know how furious I'd be if I lost all of my information, especially before exam time!" Nyota interrupted, shaking her head. She yawned, throwing a hand over her mouth as she did. She was determined and compassionate. She felt a sense of responsibility to help students whom she did not know personally. It was another reason, the thousandth reason he could add to the pile of things he admired about her.

"Besides," she muttered, leaning back over the now opened PADD, "it's pouring rain again in case you hadn't noticed. I'm not walking out in all that."

Spock's back was to the glass door leading out to the small patio overlooking the San Francisco Bay. At her mention of the storm, he turned, seeing that she was correct. It was indeed raining hard. He rose from the floor, crossing the room to open the door slightly. He knew from previous work sessions that hearing the rain was soothing to her.

"Ohh, that feels wonderful," she cooed, closing her eyes and leaning back against the couch. Again, she covered a very obvious yawn.

"You require rest," Spock noted as he turned back towards her. "I must insist you stop for the evening. I will call for a hover cab. I have a rain shield you may borrow so you do not get wet-"

Her eyes popped open. "I am tired. Exhausted, actually. But calling it a night means that fifty nine students won't have a fair shot at passing end of semester exams. The asshole, excuse my French, who thought it funny to hack into the system and spread malware around like the bubonic plague wins his or her little game. I can't let that happen, not if I know how to reprogram the PADDs. I gave my word I would help you repair them, and that's what I'm going to do. Once the last one is done, I'll head back to my room and crash."

Spock gave a small smile. "Your determination is impressive. However, humans tend to become faulty when deprived of rest. You have already broken the back plate off of, ah, Milton, K's PADD. That should be a sign that you are overdue for at least a break."

"Faulty? There's nothing faulty about me," Nyota grumbled. She poked the small wiring tool into the back of the opened device before her and went to work. After a short while, the tool let out an assuring beep. "See? Fixed. I even fit the back plate on. It's secured. K. Milton is ready for exams. Now, who's next? P. Miller. Here we go."

Spock said nothing, but was secretly content. He took another computerized notebook from the pile and both of them worked on for the next three hours as the rain pelted San Francisco outside.

Finally, at 0221 hours, there was one pornographically tainted PADD left. Spock convinced Nyota to let him complete it. She moved back to his couch and lay down against the cushions, closing her eyes. "Wake me up when you're done and I'll help you get them shipped off to the students."

Vulcans did not lie, so Spock said nothing at her final request before falling asleep on his couch.

Of course he would not wake her.

He wanted her to stay.