They awoke twice in the middle of the night to continue the evenings activities. When Uhura finally began to stir in the morning, she noticed Spock was not with her. When she checked the time, however, she was not surprised: she had slept for nearly 10 hours. Spock, when he slept late, only ever slept about 7. Before sitting up from her "bed" on the shuttle floor, Nyota stretched and felt a slight strain in her muscles and joints, like she had spent an extra hour in the gym the day before, and smiled to herself.

Rather than get fully dressed in the multilayered Vulcan robe she would need help with anyway, Nyota simple slipped on the slightly sheer outer robe and opened the shuttle door. She saw Spock preparing breakfast for them and assumed he had spent the morning prior to her awakening mediating.

"Good morning," she said with a smile, suddenly everything had a new sexual meaning she could extract.

Spock looked up from his cooking as she approached and she saw his eyes roam over her body darkly as he took in her form in the revealing robe. She felt a jolt in the pit of her stomach and had to remind herself that this was likely her only chance to visit Vulcan as a tourist and that they could not spend the entire trip rolling around on the floor of the shuttle.

"I have prepared Plomeek broth, it will not be the same as from a replicator as I used dehydrated nutrient packs but I am confident it will be sufficiently pleasing," Spock said, ladling some into a bowl and handing it to her.

She spooned some into her mouth. "It's great Spock, you're such a chef." He did not comment on her complement but tried some himself.

After a moment of comfortable silence as they ate, Spock asked Nyota if there was anything she especially wanted to see that day. She considered this for a moment before rattling off a list of every major Vulcan historical or geographical site then reordering her list by region for travel purposes. Spock, momentarily stunned by the amount of time she would have put into researching tourist attractions, let he continue uninterrupted until she had essentially formulated their entire plan for the next few days.

When they had finished their breakfast, Spock and Nyota began packing up their camps to prepare to fly to the first of Nyota's requested sites: a particularly famous peak in the L-langon Mountains with a direct view of ShiKahr. Before taking off however, Spock pulled a small colorful box from his bag.

"Nyota," he said, running his fingertips lightly down her arm to stop her excited attempt at piloting. "I understand your birthday has just passed and that this is cause for celebration among Terrans. In keeping with that tradition I have gotten you something." He held out the small box to her and he watched the surprise play over her face.

"Spock," she said, looking up to meet his gaze, "you didn't have to do this, our time together is already more than I could ask for."

She still had not taken the small box so Spock reached for her hand and placed the gift in her palm. "I insist, if we are to be an inter-species relationship and you are to respect my own cultures' customs as you have them I am to respect yours." At that a great smile spread across Nyota's face and she reached behind Spock's head to pull him in for a quick kiss.

She then turned her attention to the gift in her hand and began to tear at the delicate paper away to reveal a wooden box. She opened the box to find a pair of earrings, a shimmering white oval that would suspend from her ear. She touched them softly before looking up at Spock with a soft, if emotional, smile. "They're beautiful," she said softly before removing them from the packaging and trying them on.

"They are carved from shells found on one of the oceans of Vulcan," he explained. "I thought such a gift would serve the dual purpose of commemorating your birthday and creating a physical token of our trip."

Nyota smiled with her new earrings now secure. "How do they look?" she asked playfully. He did not want to add that he had selected these particular earrings for the way they reminded him of the champaign-colored dresses he had so admired on her. Seeing her in the earrings brought memories of both the night he had taken her to the Vulcan restaurant near campus, in many ways their first date, and the evening they had spent—or at least started to spend—at the nightclub.

"You look beautiful," he said, understanding the unfamiliar truth in an illogical statement. Nyota, catching his lapse in formal logical qualifiers, smiled slightly and kissed him light again.

And with gift giving complete they began their journal through Vulcan's natural sites.

For the next three days, Spock and Nyota traversed the more notable features of Vulcan. She insisted on taking images of everything with as many of the two of the in the shot as possible which, of course, Spock acquiesced to in the interest of placing her human and emotional desires.

On the morning of January 6th (on the Terran calendar), Spock awoke to a wonderful sensation in his groin region to discover Nyota lightly running her fingers over his cock. Seeing that she had woken him he and without saying a word, Nyota began sliding down Spock's body until she had positioned her mouth over his gradually hardening cock.

She looked up at him and made eye contact as she began lightly kissing the tip of his cock, barely even touching him, while griping him firmly at the base. Her warm breath only heightened the sensation and soon he was fully hard in her hand. Realizing this, Nyota wrapped her lips firmly around his tip before pulling her head away with a slight pop. It was a new feeling and Spock resisted the urge to yank her mouth back down onto his cock. She performed the same movement one more time before placing her lips around him and slowly taking his cock deeper into her mouth.

She took him in half way before slowly moving back up again. She continued these slow bobs of her head before again releasing him and running her tongue up the full length of his cock, moving her fingers down to gently fondle his balls. She continued licking in long strokes over his shaft, occasionally stopping to suck on or swirl her tongue around the tip. Precum was beginning to ooze from his cock and she lapped it up happily, staring into his eyes all the while.

Spock understood she was going to draw this out and some part of him love it and some part wanted to throw her down on the mattress and fuck her until she screamed for making him wait for his release. Moving in for more of the wonderful torture, Nyota dropped lower and began taking his balls in her mouth what she ran her hand up and down his cock, now thoroughly cover with her saliva.

She gently nibbled on skin between his testes before taking one into her mouth and sucking. She brought her free hand up to roll the second one between her fingers. He bucked up into her hand in response and she felt his balls switch in her mouth. Ready to bring him to his finish, Nyota moved back up to his cock and began taking him deep in her throat once more. She nearly took all of him with the first stroke and easily took the rest of him with the next.

She was bobbing her head violently on his cock and this time he couldn't resist. Spock reached one hand into Nyota's hair and began forcing her down on his cock faster. He could see her eyes watering but she did not object or gag so he kept forcing her down, near explosion. To push him over the edge Nyota reached her hand up and ran her fingers over his balls. That was it for Spock and he came hard in Nyota's mouth, forcing her head down onto him and holding her there while his cum spirted into her throat.

After a moment he released her and she lifted her head, gasping slightly with moist eyes but not upset. It was perhaps one of the best orgasms he had ever experienced and he could see the satisfaction on Nyota's eyes.

She crawled up beside him while he caught his breathe. "Happy birthday," she whispered, a smile on her lips.

Of course. She was his TA and therefor has access to his personnel record and would know that today was his birthday. He felt himself frown slightly and saw Nyota smile in response before lightly kissing him on the nose.

"I have to be honest though, I haven't gotten you an actual present yet but I will be giving you one once the spring term has started."

Without thinking Spock responded "I was under the impression your birthday present to me was the service you just provided." She giggled for a moment before taking on a look of mock seriousness. "I'm that good, am I?"

The two lied in bed for a moment longer, playfully touching before checking the time and getting up. They would be leaving Vulcan that day so that Nyota could spend her last days of her Winter Break with her family. She had told them about her trip but implied that she would be going with a group of Cadets, not just her Commander, and that there was some form of extra credit involved.

As they began packing up their gear to prepare for their return to earth, Nyota turned to Spock. "I don't know exactly how to say this without sounding like I'm trying to make you introduce me but did you want to visit your parents while we are here?"

Spock had already considered informing his parents of his visit to Vulcan, knowing his mother would be happy to see him in person, but had decided against it. Although his mother general notified him when they would be on earth, Spock assumed that Sarek and his mother would be entertaining Terran dignitaries stationed on Vulcan and wishing to commemorate their home's new year. Although this was a somewhat reasonable excuse for not contacting him, Spock recognized that part of his reasoning was that he did not want to see his father. They had not spoken in years and some part of him, although not ashamed of his relationship with Nyota, was certain that his father would disapprove of his behavior and did not want to face that.

"No I have decided not to contact them of my visit to our home world." From the face she made, Spock could see Nyota was not satisfied with his response but did not push him. She knew his relationship with his father was tenebrous and left the decision to his own judgement despite her own desire to meet his parents herself.

"Alright then, let's get moving," she said, closing the subject.

They packed the rest of their gear and set the shuttle for a return trip to earth before departing their campsite. As the shuttle left Vulcan's atmosphere, Nyota looked down at the coppery planet in farewell.