Ask and ye shall receive! I got so many requests to continue this and so many people sign up for the story alert that I started thinking that lovely question: "what if?" so here are the fruits of my labors. Short, I know, and I'm sorry. But if you'll notice, there's promise for more...so, let me know what you think!

She walked in, as confident as ever. She didn't request entrance, had not done so in a long time. She looked perfectly acceptable, perfectly polished and had a student walked in on them now, that student would not suspect anything amiss. There were, however, subtle differences to Nyota. Her skirt, though Starfleet regulation, was suddenly shorter than he would have liked, her lips were still slightly bruised from his kisses, her smile more broad when she said good morning.

He was still smiling from his encounter with the students.

"Good morning," he replied.

"Is it too much to think I'm the one who put you in a good mood?" she asked teasingly, flirtatiously.

He got a sickening feeling in his stomach. He would have to explain the regulation that stated, in no uncertain terms, that commanders and cadets were not to engage in sexual acts and this wouldn't end well. Nyota, while the most logical human he had ever met, would most likely not take this well. At least, he didn't expect her to. Her smile would go away and it was highly improbable that he would see it again. The thought was displeasing to him, he started arguing against the very rules he adhered to, the very rules that maintained order amongst the chaos, the very rules that were logical.

The very rules that were going to keep him away from Nyota.

Nyota cleared her throat gently. "Commander, I believe there is something that we need to discuss."

He raised his eyebrow. "Yes, Cadet?"

"Last night we were both under a great amount of stress. It is only logical," she paused, smiling sardonically. "that we consider our actions to be the result of extraordinary circumstances and as such a experience not warranting further examination."

He watched her in silence. She remained resolute, meeting his gaze. He realized that she was giving him a chance to exit gracefully, to set aside what would be an awkward moment and preserve for the both of them an certain amount of dignity. For the second time in his life, Spock couldn't bring himself to repress this want. He understood the rules, understood the need for them, but somehow he and Nyota just did not seem to apply to them. She was more of a peer, a colleague, than a cadet and both of them would be able to maintain the necessary amount of decorum needed when in public. She wasn't his student, not anymore. She was his assistant, but that just furthered the claim that she was more of a peer than a cadet. She would graduate soon, become an officer like she always wanted.

He wanted this. He should adhere to the rules. He should agree with her. The thought made his stomach ache and made his mind howl and for the second time in his life, Spock made a decision not entirely based on logic.

"On the contrary, Nyota, I think this further development in our relationship warrants examination. There is a concert showcasing the musical traditions of various planets within the federation. I thought, perhaps, that you would like to attend?"

Her eyes got brighter, like a supernova, Spock thought idly. She was happy, she was pleased with his answer.

She turned, entering the code to lock his door. "Are you sure? You do realize what this will mean?"

He nodded. "I am aware. I have thought of the risks and have come to the conclusion that as long as we maintain the proper amount of decorum, it should not draw attention upon my decision to see you outside of an academic setting."

Her lips quirked. He wanted to kiss them, to express to her how happy she made him, how much he wanted this, even when he couldn't find the words.

He placed his arms behind his back. "If that is acceptable to you, I should very much like to have your company at the concert."

She smiled at him, "yes, Spock. I would love to go with you."

His lips quirked into a smirk that stole Nyota's breath away. "Thank you," he said simply. "Shall I meet you here at 19:00 on Friday?"

Nyota nodded. He returned her nod. "Excellent. Now, I would like your opinion on this journal article..."