Deep, Deep Space part 2

That evening on the bridge was completely unbearable, he refrained from talking to Uhura unless he ultimately had to. She also maintained a cool, calm and even… relaxed… facade.

And even until the last moment, as they were relieved from duty for the night. She remained, normal, professional to the final second. And followed him out into the elevator without a tinge; not even a slight emotion of discomfort.

But, he, was quite the opposite.

"Spock you sure you gonna be okay? You look like you're gonna be sick…" Kirk grimaced at Spock who was just standing there, with his normal posture. But a slight, and only slight, grimace of restraint on his face.

"I am not sure on what you are referring to captain, but I assure you I am satisfactory." Kirk tilted his head but shrugged deciding to ignore his weird first officer. And looked to Uhura who seemed completely normal.

"Alright, let's get going… gotta lot to do and little time to spare!"

Spock noticed, in the elevator Uhura was looking at him. "Lieuten.." She stopped the elevator and slowly, and faced him.

"Are you still going to insist that I leave the Enterprise? Commander?" She was close, far too close; or perhaps not close enough. His mind was scanning through every explanation for her behavior. He had to be mistaken, there was no way that the lieutenant was indeed in any way emotionally attached to him.

"Lieutenant…" He took a step back, so close to the wall as he could be without being pressed against it. "I am still adamant on the matter, I still need to speak with the Captain… you are behaving most absolutely inappropriate. Using, dis-honorable wiles to allure me into compliancy; your heinous efforts will be filed and reported… you will be taken off this ship." He was cold again, as he re-started the elevator to which she quickly stopped it again.

She gave him a look of complete disbelief. Tongue in cheek and hand on hip. "You appall me, Commander; for that is not the way I recollect it." He tilted his head and raised a brow about to move his mouth to say something but she placed her hand up in his face.

"I did show various emotions commander, I did cross the line and push you. But I did not mean to advance in a sexual manner. It was merely aggression." His heart started to beat .5 seconds faster for he knew her concluding result.

"You, were the one who became… sexually responsive, Commander." She pressed the button to restart the elevator and exited the room.

He was now certain, he would never be able to free himself of the woman.

He had meditated for only 30 minutes when a small ring sounded from his door, and saw on the visual; it was her, Uhura.

Opening his door, he knew it was very unwise. But somewhere else in his mind he aspired for her company. "Good evening Lieutenant…" He was cut off by her push forward and plopped into his bed.

"Good evening Spockh." She said his name in the most erotic and emotional Vulcan ever attempted.

He said nothing, she was a sight to behold as she crept over top of him. Pulling off her dress to reveal a lacey white bra; and absolutely no underwear; and this pleased him to no end.

Uhura quickly had her rear grinding into him, his breaths becoming shaggy and quick. He groaned, stopped and noticed her eyes lit up with surprise, her mouth broad with delight.

Then it started, her moans, her deep needing wanting, moans of torture. She was touching herself on his lap, grinding into him. And he fought for control, he did not move, he did not reach for her he did not say anything.

Until she started to thrust her own two fingers deep inside of her. She even cried his name while she did it, pummeling herself and raising her bottom up and down on his lap.

"Nyota…" He gasped, he could feel her wetness seeping through his pants. She grabbed his hand, and started to suck on his two, most sensitive fingers.

His head lit up, lights and colors her emotions; he could feel everything about her. This was wrong, but she felt so good and finally she started to shudder, grinding faster on what was now a fully hard lump in his pants when she finally came. Moaning his name and writhing in ecstasy.

It was now silent despite her pants of relief. she shifted over onto the bed when in complete abandonment Spock found himself over top of her, frozen, not knowing what to say or do but all he knew as the painful throbbing in his pants was telling him to take her; and take her NOW.

"Mnn Spock…" he gave a groan that was barely audible, and was about to push further but noticed that Uhura shimmied over and started to place her clothing back on. "I'm so tired…" she feigned a yawn and rose up from his bed.

He raised his eyebrow and watched her march back to the door. "Good night and thank you, Commander."

And she left a confused and almost… saddened Spock in his state of embarrassment and desire.

At that point, she had made Spock do something… that he had never done in his life.

He pulled his hand up and down over his aching member, lying in his bed. Gripping faster and harder with every stroke, he imagined her. Her naked body on his lap, her screams that were clearly his name; he stopped, after three whole minutes he stopped.

He was going to have her, he was going to have her now. This growling feeling in his stomach, this desire for her would not stop until he had her.

Quickly Spock placed on his uniform and made his way to Uhura's quarters, he wouldn't take no for an answer. "Lieutenant if I may have a word."

Uhura's voice was tinged with amusement. "Come in, Commander." And as soon as the door was closed. "Computer, Lock doors."

"Lieutenant…" He was stopped, when she got on her knees and pulled down his trousers. "Lieutenant… what are you doing?" She gave him passion filled glazed eyes. "Nothing." She sang, in a child like retort.

"Nothing until you tell me you need me." He was about to protest until he felt her finger trace the length of him. "I need you." He croaked under his breath, not wasting a second of time, her touch was just too much to bear.

"Are you still going to make me stop, Commander?" He remained quiet until she started to run her tongue all down the backside of his member. "No."

"Do you want me Commander?" His face flushed green and she started to rub him slowly, teasingly. "Nyota… I want you."

"So do you need me?" She gave a small seductive grin.

"Y..Yes I.. I do." Spock finally had enough of her teasing. Yanking her down into the bed. "What was the meaning of trespassing my quarters and sexually advancing yourself in my room?" Spock moaned tearing off the small nightgown that the Lieutenant had on.

"I should ask you the same thing Commander." She purred, Spock gave a small brow raise a light raise of his lip. "Indeed." He lifted her legs and slid into her deeply.

Pounding her, lifting her into his lap and pushing her down onto him while pulling her hair. She was extremely surprised moaning at the intense Vulcan who was sending not only physical pleasure but a flowing pool of emotional static that gave her body goosebumps and hot flashes all in one moment.

When he finally lifted her into the wall, thrusting hard and continuously, She broke, Crying out for the entire floor to hear. "Oh god Spock!"

Moments of silence occurred, her eyes on him. His on hers in the darkness of the cool cabin.

"You still gonna try and kick me off the ship Commander." Her face cocky and sensual.

"I am Uncertain..." Spock rose his brow but was stopped when Uhura threw a pillow at his face.

"I am Uncertain that I could live without you, Lieutenant." His words rang through the cold air.

And she laughed, laughed really hard.

"Spock."

"What is it Nyota...?"

"You're so obstinate."

She smiled and fell backwards on the bed; Spock not knowing what to say.

"Sleep Pleasantly, Nyota."

"Good night Spock."