A/N: I don't own ST and it's really starting to look like I never will. I write for my personal enjoyment. Hope you enjoy this super short one shot. Thanks for reading.

He appreciated that his wife was not clingy—as the human phrase went. She understood that his immersion in his duties was not a reflection him losing affection for her. She had her own work to keep her occupied, too. The arrangement was optimal.

Except, he wasn't sure that sleeping alone suited him anymore. And listening to her deep even breaths aided in his mediation. Now that it had been days since she was in his room, the scent was off—too much him and not enough her. And when he worked in his quarters, he kept looking over his shoulder expecting to see her lounging on the bed composing her own reports. Perhaps optimal wasn't the correct term.

He strode to her room down the hall. It was the early morning hours and everyone was either at their post or in bed so there was a very miniscule chance of being seen. He entered her access code, her student ID number from high school, and entered. He was unsurprised to find her awake, looking at her PADD. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and tiny shorts.

The t-shirt was not his. He had no clothes emblazoned with the Academy logo, and the graduation year on it wasn't his—or hers for that matter.

"Hey, Sugar."

"Explain that garment."

"My sleep shirt?"

"Who's is it?"

"Mine."

"Negative. Who did it belong to before it became yours?"

"Oh! Spock, this thing is old…"

"Answer me, Adun'a."

"A boy I dated back at the Academy. We broke up and I kept the shirt." She shrugged, unconcerned. And it shouldn't have mattered, but he was Vulcan and it mattered. This woman was his and no one else had any claim to her. It was illogical for her to wear another male's clothes—against her bare skin, in her bed.

He closed the distance with two long strides and stripped her of the thing, pulling it up over her head. He stared her directly in her eyes and ripped it into two pieces.

"Spock!"

"You will not wear this again."

"Obviously." He had warned her of his intense possessive nature before their bonding, but seeing it in action was another thing entirely. Still, his look, his powerful posture, that effortless strength, all of it was something of a turn on.

He sensed her thoughts through the bond. He stalked onto the bed like a hunting jungle cat and she eased back slowly, teasingly. "I have work to do, Commander."

"You certainly do, Lieutenant." He seized her by the ankle and pulled her horizontal under him. She giggled—it was still an exotic sound, nearly maddening. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He dipped his head into the hollow of her neck and fastened his teeth around her skin. A growl escaped from low in his chest.

"I missed you too," she gasped.