For precisely one minute and twenty-three seconds, Spock allowed to Uhura to struggle with removing his shirt before deciding that it would be prudent to sit so that he could assist her in her endeavor.

His mouth and tongue still exploring hers, he backed into the chair sitting across from the one she had so recently vacated. It took her only two point one seconds to bare his chest. Briefly, it had occurred to him to be grateful that he had chosen a garment with a front closure, but the things her fingers had been doing to his nipples had quickly chased away all coherent thought.

Eventually they came up for air and she pushed the now-button-free shirt from his shoulders.

"While my goal tonight was to fulfill your fantasy to the best of my ability, Nyota, I continue to draw the line at 'fucking you senseless,'" he admonished huskily. "How would you like me to proceed instead?"

He did not expect a comprehensible answer until she caught her breath, but he enjoyed her reaction to his lips against her ear. His appreciation of her response to him was greatly increased when she reacted while seated in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist.

As if her only goal was to please him, she shuddered in his arms again and pressed her face into his neck.

"I don't know, Commander," she replied eventually, the spike in her desire as she said "commander" and the biting kisses she was currently applying to his bare chest giving lie to her words. "I've never actually gotten past the part where you throw away the harp."

She paused in her exertions to smile at him ruefully.

"In that case, Lieutenant, it would seem improvisation and exploration will be necessary in order to pleasure you with my body," he told her, noting that his use of her title also increased her arousal. "I trust you will not take exception to that?"

Lifting one hand to her face, Spock stroked her lower lip with his thumb. He yanked her closer using only the forearm left at her waist, and shifted his hips against the juncture of her legs so that there could be no misunderstanding of just what kind of improvising and exploring he had in mind. He took the soft moan she granted him as consent.

Before he could lean in to touch his lips to hers, she sucked in his thumb, eliciting a moan from deep in his own throat. She smiled triumphantly as she bit down. Spock felt a wave of approval for his prospective lover's instincts.

"Perhaps," he began, slowly sliding his digit from her mouth and down to the first in a series of ties holding her blouse closed, "we should begin with removing our clothing and learning one another's bodies via touch and taste, followed by something of your choosing and culminating with a comparison of the replica to the original."

The rush of heat at her center transmitted her enthusiasm even more readily than her excited nodding to the affirmative.

"Computer," he ordered, "play file S one nine seven three U."

Music began filling her small quarters and his lok strained uncomfortably against his trousers. She pressed herself very comfortably against his lok and was rewarded with a moan of his own.

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"What took you so long?" Christine exclaimed as Jim came jogging up to Lt. Uhura's doors, Leonard McCoy. "It's been three minutes! And where's security? He could be killing her in there!"

To her great annoyance, Leonard and the captain exchanged glances before the doctor stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Miz Chapel," he said, and she felt a moment of trepidation. He always reverted to Southern Gentleman when he was trying to deliver bad news using soft words. "Why don't you head on down to Medical and get things set up just in case it's needed."

The look on his face told her he didn't think anyone inside the lieutenant's quarters would be visiting Sickbay tonight.

Frowning, Christine decided to stand her ground.

"Doctor," she bit out, "I heard screaming and then a loud crash coming from Nyota's room. While you and the captain stand around assuming you know what's going on, her attacker could be— !"

"Chris… do you know what tonight it, darlin'?" he interrupted her, folding his arms across his chest, and smiling smugly.

"Yes, Doctor," she said through clenched teeth. "I am aware of the day and its significance." She cut her eyes over at Kirk and lowered her voice. "I also know that her music lessons are always conducted in Mr. Spock's quarters."

If anything, Leonard's smile grew wider.

"You heard from Spock tonight, Jim?" he asked over his shoulder.

Kirk wasn't smiling, but he didn't look overly worried either. He shook his head.

"Not tonight, Bones," he said matter-of-factly. "Almost never on Wednesday evenings."

Leonard turned back to face her, giving her shoulder a little squeeze.

"Seems to me that green-blooded bastard woulda called the captain if Miz Uhura didn't show up for their lesson and then didn't respond to her comm.," he pointed out. "Why don't you go on down to Medical, Chris."

"Aye, sir," was her quiet response.

She let him push her away from Lt. Uhura's door. She wasn't convinced that what her boss clearly suspected was correct, but she was too afraid he was right to stick around and see.

"We're still going to have to go in there, Bones," she heard the captain mutter.

"After you, Jim," she heard Leonard gallantly reply.
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Uhura couldn't hold back a delighted squeal when Spock stood, launching her across his broad shoulder as he strode toward her sleeping alcove. His "improvisation and exploration" continued to meet with her approval.

The hand he was using to knead and stroke her bottom left her wanting to wiggle and squirm. it was even harder to stay still when she felt his teeth take over. She grabbed his own glutes to brace herself. The floor seemed a long way to fall head-first.

Spock halted as she began to explore his gorgeousness with renewed interest. Her preoccupation with his lips and chest and… other bits had almost erased her appreciation for the view from behind. Licking her lips in anticipation, she wondered if, naked, it would be as bite-able as Spock seemed to find hers. He hadn't given her a chance to check it out on Gados.

The thought sent her into another fit of giggles and she pressed her face into his heated back to stifle the sound just as the door to her quarters hissed open and two figures stepped in phasers at the ready.

"Told ya so," Dr. McCoy said, coming abruptly to a halt and elbowing Captain Kirk.
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Jim stared, but only because he was too shocked to avert his eyes. And because Uhura really did have an amazing ass. He'd always admired its firm rounded shape beneath her uniform briefs, but seeing it peeking up from atop his first officer's shoulder, covered only by the thin fabric of her loose pants and the firm grip of Spock's hand was another thing altogether.

Spock's. Big. Strong. Hand.

Looking at those long fingers caressing that sweet, tight— He shook his head to clear it and started backing away.

"Looks like you owe me forty credits and a bottle, Jim-boy," Bones drawled.

A quick glance to the side confirmed that the doctor's eyes were also riveted on the tableau by the lieutenant's bed.
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"Oh, that. I was just afraid Mr. Spock was about to damage his instrument," Uhura explained her earlier shout.

The captain and the doctor still stood just inside the closed door. This time, both of their mouths were hanging open again.

"I meant his harp," she clarified.

The lascivious grin found its way back to McCoy face. The captain still looked bemused, but no longer shocked, exactly.

"And then when he tossed the new one over his shoulder, it hit the door and made such a racket," she rushed to explain the rest. "But I guess we didn't really think about how it might sound to someone outside.

"You'll tell Christine I never meant to worry her, won't you?"
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Jim grabbed his friend's sleeve and yanked hard.

"Come on, Bones," he muttered, still backing away. He tried not too look at the way Spock's trousers tented in the front.

Len fluttered his fingers at the couple, a smile that was equal parts ridiculous and indulgent pulling apart his smug look.

"Y'all kids play nice, now," he instructed. "Don't do anything Jim here hasn't been dyin' to try." He glanced at the tenting. "Try not to hurt anybody, Spock."

That elicited another muffled laugh from Uhura as she buried her face in Spock's back again. For the first time, Kirk noticed her top was unfastened and that the rounded sides of her breasts were a visible contrast to his first officer's pale skin.

Her. Naked. Breasts. Against. Spock's. Lean. Naked. Back.

"Thank you, Doctor," the half-Vulcan said. His tone said Get the Hell out of here, you grinning idiots!

At least, that's what Jim heard. He hadn't just imagined the glare his science officer had thrown his way.

The captain spun around, dragging Bones with him, and stumbled out the door.
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At last, Spock turned to the bed and deposited his human cargo.

Uhura stared up at him, dark eyes still shining in amusement.

"Guess the cat's out of the bag now," she said as he placed one knee on either side of her thighs.

"Indeed," he said as he placed one hand on either side of her alluring face. "Computer, resume playing file S one nine seven three U... from the beginning."

"Do you mind very much?" she asked as she shrugged out of her shirt, exposing dark nipples, tantalizingly erect, to his view.

"Not at all," he told her as he took one into his mouth.
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Jim followed Bones down the hall in silence. For all that he had been the one to drag them both out of Uhura's quarters, as images of what he'd just witnessed, now burned forever into his mind, started to make sense, he began to drag his feet."

"Spock!" he exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. "I'd never have guessed he could pull off something like that."

"You know what they say about the quiet ones."

"Quiet?!" Kirk questioned. "Quiet is one thing; 'practically mute at times' is another thing altogether. Come on, Bones, we're talking about Spock here!"

"Yup. It's those quiet ones."

"But… but this is— this is Spock!" he sputtered. "You think if she'd wanted—"

"Keep on talkin', Jim," his friend interrupted.

The captain gave his CMO and best friend a look that clearly said, Watch it! and I am not amused, but a half second later his usual laid back disposition made a comeback.

The glare was replaced by a grin, and Jim looped an arm around Bones's shoulder.

"I think we should go open your newest bottle of Kentucky's finest." he said, once again leading the way.

A/N: Based on my final dream of 2009, but undoubtedly also inspired by a story called Hidden Agenda by LuvnTrek at lj (though, I'm pretty sure Ms. Luvn would never let Uhura have the potty mouth I've given her) and the scene from The Man Trap where Uhura asks Spock "Why don't you tell me I'm an attractive young woman, or ask me if I've ever been in love?".

Yesterday afternoon, after finally finding a song that worked, I lost 97% of this chapter because of human error (read: I overwrote not one, but three copies of the chapter in my rush to get crackin' on another fic. Oops.). So this might not be what I promised; it's definitely not what I planned.

Song included in the lj version.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Star Trek or Star Trekish.