~*~

Uhura gasped as the shock of her dream coursed through her. She had never felt so alive, so human, as she did at this moment. The memory of Spock's hands ghosting over her skin swarmed through her and it was maddeningly real. She was thoroughly aroused, and painfully alone. Her body cried out for the touch of a man who would never want her. With a pained cry, she laid back on her pillows. What had she done to deserve this?

~*~

Spock could feel her shuddering in his arms and it was very distracting. For over an hour, she had been writhing and moaning in an innocently yet stimulating way. As she was approaching the ninth hour of her sleep, it was possible she was coming nearer to being awake. But if this was what it was like for her to wake up, he wasn't sure he wanted it at all.

The friction alone was unsettling and he was having trouble controlling himself. He remained perfectly immobile, entirely intent on utilizing his meditation techniques to remain in control. It was only when her hands began to move that Spock reacted at all, so intent was he on maintaining his composure. Little did he know what consequences that would have.

When Uhura's hands began to move slightly, twitching against his leg, he had begun to pay attention. However, this immediately destabilized the control he had managed to gain while meditating. But he couldn't think about that because at the moment, her hands were currently grabbing his legs in a very disquieting manner. Quickly, he moved so his warm hands were covering hers, effectively pinning them in place.

Nevertheless, the damage had been done. His mind was already spinning with less than constructive thoughts and he steeled himself against his own body. With a groan, he vigorously tried to quell the feelings within him. What had he done to deserve this?

~*~

As Uhura lay back on her bed panting, trying and failing to distract herself from her body's screaming demands. She squeezed her legs together, attempting to take the edge off the keen ache, but to no avail. Her entire body felt as though it were on fire, a fire which concentrated itself at her breast and between her legs. All she wished was for the inferno leave, to feel normal again.

Her hands roamed over herself, stroking her burning skin and relishing in the slight relief it brought. But the second she realized it was her own hands, not his, the fire was back, a thousand, a billion times hotter than before. It brought another loud groan and she found herself begging for him to come, to be with her. Every cell in her body was straining with desire for him and she couldn't help but wish he was here.

~*~

Shock coursed through Spock's mind as he felt a distinct tug on the corners of his mind. Someone was trying to contact him through his telepathy. His defenses immediately started becoming effective, walling himself off from the unknown person, when he was distracted by a slight twitch against his palm.

Looking down, he saw her small hand, clenching inside his own. No, it wasn't possible. Was it? Closing his eyes, he concluded there was only one way to discover the person who was contacting him. He lowered his defenses and cautiously reached back towards the tug.

Instantly, it was as if he were sucked into a mental whirlpool. His consciousness was tugged out of his own mind and into the mind of the other person. Warily, he opened his eyes.

~*~

As her eyes once again strained open, she saw the strangest sight. Spock was standing with his eyes closed in her dorm. Even as the thought passed through her troubled mind, his eyes flew open and she saw her surprise reflected back at her, as if he hadn't expected to find himself here either.

"Spock." It slipped from her lips like a sacred prayer and he took a jerky step forward, like he hadn't meant to but couldn't stop himself. Once again, a wave of desire shook her body and she found her back arching under the strain of her arousal and she couldn't stop herself from moaning his name once more, her voice laced with desire. Eyes fogged with excitement, she turned her stare back to Spock.

Every muscle in his body was rigid and straining, causing him to shake noticeably. He was making small, jerky movements towards her, like he was trying to hold himself back. His face was harsh, his teeth clenched, and his eyes were storming with uncertainty. The almost pained expression on his face was heartbreaking and she found herself reaching out towards him, wanting to comfort him however she could. She stood on shaking knees and stepped towards him hesitantly.

"Spock." The desire had faded from her voice this time so only concern was present. She reached up, taking his face between her palms and gently turning his face down to look at her.

The look in his eyes nearly melted her heart. They were overflowing with feelings: confusion, longing, fear, and a tumult of other moods that threatened to swallow her up. They were drawing her in, she couldn't think, couldn't do anything, it was irresistible. She felt like she was falling. Then before she realized what was happening, she really was falling, toppling forward as her weak legs gave out from under her. She slipped forward and somehow, their lips met.

It was a chaste kiss, with their lips barely brushing. The bare contact caused jolt to pass between them and Uhura shivered with delight. Spock immediately tried to pull away, his face contracting into a surprised and slightly nervous expression. Well, that couldn't be allowed.

Her arms flew to his shoulders and she tugged hard in an effort to bring him towards. However, he was immovable in his tension and she only succeeded in tipping herself even further forward. The unexpected movement worked even better as strong arms came around her waist to stop her from falling over completely.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, she pulled her body flush against his and kissed him again. There was more passion in this one and bare need. She immediately felt his body tense against hers as well as his attempts to gently remove himself from her. A thin layer of anger bubbled within her at his actions and she reached her hands up and twined them in tightly in his short hair. If he wanted her to let him go, he'd have to put up a fight because she definitely was going to fight to keep him close.

~*~

Spock's first reaction was shock as he observed his surroundings. He appeared to be in a standard dorm room with generally female decoration. The most alarming part of the room was the fact that Cadet Uhura was lying on the bed, naked. Her eyes were shut and she seemed to be … He couldn't help the green tinge that appeared on the tips of his ears as he realized what was going on. He knew he should leave but wasn't entirely sure how to do so without possibly damaging her psyche.

The hair on the back of his neck prickled up as he noticed that her eyes were on him. Desire was practically bubbling off her skin and she called his name in a quiet, moaning voice. He took an automatic step forward before he could stop himself and as she arched her back and cried his name again, he found himself struggling to maintain control. His muscles were threatening to cramp under the severe stress as he locked himself in place.

So focused was he on controlling himself, Spock didn't even notice she had gotten up until he felt her hands on his face. With difficulty, his eyes refocused onto her face and he was moved by the depth of concern he saw there. Emotions swirled inside him and once again he found himself struggling not to touch her.

She was staring him straight in the eyes. Compassion and concern poured into him, making him warm with the depth of worry he found there. He couldn't help feel drawn to her and despite his best intentions to stay still, he was slowly but surely leaning forward. Suddenly, she seemed to spill forward and their lips brushed against each other.

It was brief but intense, merely a simple graze of lips with a thrilling undertone of desire. The emotions inside him threatened to explode and his already tense body stiffened further. Not yet entirely lost to his desires, he realized the impropriety of their actions and recoiled from her. A slightly angry expression darted across her face and she grasped him by his shoulders and pulled herself closer but managed only to tilt further forward as she seemingly forgot to move her feet.

Spock felt her tipping over and reached his arms around her waist to try to steady her. He couldn't help marvel at how frail she felt to him. She felt so small in his arms, like a twig that he could snap in any movement if he were not extremely careful. His contemplation was cut short by the press of her body and lips against his own.

"This is wrong. I should not be taking advantage of her in this state."

He could feel his resolve crumbling and knew that if he did not stop immediately, he wouldn't be able to stop at all. With weakened determination, he started pushing her away even as his emotions screamed at him to hold her close. Once she realized what she was trying to do, she seemed to become angry. She threw herself against him, pushing her body into his and grabbing his hair, pulling him in for an ever deepening kiss. Desire spiked through his system, dulling his normally logical mind into a more primal version.

She was relentless in her attack, biting his lips and pulling his hair painfully. Spock felt his Vulcan instincts rise at this behavior, demanding that he subdue the insolent woman in front of him. His hands seem to have found her body of their own accord and the tables were turning. They roamed over her skin, pinching and squeezing, and he felt her moan softly into his mouth. Grabbing her hips firmly, he grinded into her roughly and growled at the delicious movement.

His resolve was almost completely gone and he tried to gain control, even as his body rebelliously claimed the woman in front of him. He was dimly aware of her hands once again moving to the sides of his head before she pulled back to look him directly in the eyes. Eyes were burning with desire, she was obviously having equal difficulty restraining herself. Her body continued to rub against him as she looked him carefully in the eyes.

"You are mine."

Those three words were all it took to snap the final threads of his restraint. With a growl, his hands slipped behind her thighs, simultaneously picking her up and bringing them closer together. It took only two long strides and they were lying on the bed. Spock couldn't help but notice the lustful, satisfied smile on Nyota's face.

~*~

Nyota couldn't stop the slight exasperation that tinged the success as Spock picked her up. Honestly, if that was all it took, she would have said it a long time ago. It was true enough now, anyways. Sometime between the dream of the office and, well, now, she had decided that Spock was hers. One way or another, she was going to have him and that was that. As his lips brushed down her collarbone, she couldn't suppress another groan. There was time for exploring that line of thought later.

For there was plenty enough to keep her occupied right now. After his initial hesitation had been undermined, Spock's attentions had been vigorous to say the least. He seemed to be all over her all at the same time. Hands that one second were on her legs seemed to move to her breasts in a second.

Though the same fiery intensity that had been present in the dreams was there, something was different. Trying to indentify what it was without being distracted by the hot mouth that was currently tracing its way down her stomach, she thought back to the dreams. Suddenly, it hit her. She could feel his guilt. Spock felt guilty about doing these things with her, to her.

A small, loving smile crept onto her face. Gently, she brought him up once more to look him in the eyes. She placed a sweet kiss on his lips, trying to convey every ounce of adoration she felt for him into that one kiss.

"Don't be afraid, we belong together."

~*~

The sheer amount of love that was expressed through those simple words was astounding. Spock could practically feel his heart swelling in his chest, though the small part of him that was still thinking rationally insisted that it was physically impossible for his heart to swell. He leaned forward, intending to finish what had been started when he found himself back hospital room. Slightly shocked from the unexpected change of surroundings, he looked down to the woman in his arms and was met unexpectedly by sleepy brown eyes.

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Duh Duh DUHHHHH!! Cliffy! :D! Sorry once again for the long update time. I'm trying to get all my junk in order to head off to my first year of uni! Exciting!!! Anywho, this chapter kind of makes up for the previous chapters lemon deficiency (I know they're mostly explanation with a little bit of lemon scent at the end). This one all lemon, all the time lol. Next chapter will be the last, I'm sad/happy to say. I am considering doing a sequel, but I'm not sure how that'll end up. As usual, thanks so much to my two wonderful betas – audi katia and Miranda River – for keeping my story from being a mindless pot of mumbo gumbo. Thanks to all the people who read and reviewed (130 reviews!!! OMG!!!!!), it really REALLY helped! Until next time, Live Long and Prosper!

Tara-Yomitorika