She knew this day would come. She had done her research and done it well. However, no matter how thorough she had been, it didn't make it any less exhilarating. She saw the signs that it would happen soon days ago. When his jaw twitched or his brow furrowed slightly, she felt her stomach tighten. It was coming and she would be ready.

She woke to find herself alone in her bed. Not that she always had an occupant, it was just a shock as she was sharing it with him when she fell asleep, which (as she looked at the time) was less than an hour ago. She considered buzzing him on her communicator when she noticed the blue blinking of the monitor located on her nightstand. She pressed the screen and a message appeared.

"Nyota. It is time. I have taken the necessary precautions we discussed. "

She could hear her own heart beating quickly in her ears. She pressed a few more buttons and pulled up a reply to him. A reply she had typed several weeks prior. She inhaled sharply as she hit the send button. She shot out of bed quickly and put on her Starfleet uniform, foregoing any undergarments. She grabbed a box from her closet and placed it on her bed. Her breath was heavy and uneven. This was it. Everything was ready to fall in place. All she needed was for him to take the bait. She was already out of her living quarters and heading toward his before waiting for a response from him. She knew what it would say.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she turned down the corridor that led to his room and found it empty. She wasn't really expecting there to be many other officers out and about at such a late hour but it was placating none the less. She stood in front of his door and sighed heavily, going over the details in her head one last time before beginning. After what felt like hours, she finally began phase one.

She couldn't help but check the corridor one more time before slipping her hand past the waistband of her uniform skirt. She was not at all surprised to find herself already wet, a byproduct of the excitement of what she was about to do. Her fingers played with her clit a bit before dipping into herself. She withdrew her hand and smiled at the amount of her juices that remained. She reached up and wiped those fingers on the door frame, making sure to position it right to his height. She held her breath as she then rapped at his door three times before darting down the hall around the corner.

Her body was pressed close against the wall. She was panting now and it wasn't from the quick dash. She slowed her breathing as much as possible and peered around the corner toward his door, waiting for him to answer. God, she hoped he would answer. Nothing. She started to count the seconds. Two minutes and still nothing. She frowned. Four minutes. Now she was starting to lose hope. Seven minutes. He wasn't going to answer. She stepped away from the wall and huffed. Why did he have to be so damn stubborn? She started to walk toward his door again, defeated and disappointed, to try and wipe her scent from the frame, when she saw the door slide open. She let out a sharp noise and pressed herself back against the wall.

He was standing in the door, his eyes closed, his head tilting back slightly. Nyota was pleased to see he was wearing the standard black Starfleet slacks without his uniform shirt, or any shirt at all. His strong, pale and bare chest would make this all the more…primal. She held her breath, moving her head as little as possible, just enough to watch him. He inhaled deeply as he gripped the door frame on one side, THAT side, with both hands. His eyes shot open, a guttural sound escaped his lips and he pressed his face against the frame. Nyota felt her lower half tighten. This might work. Doubts still crept into her mind; he was too level-headed, he was too stubborn, he was too in control. All of that doubt was cast aside instantly when she watched him ilick/i the spot she marked. Her jaw dropped at this unbelievably animalistic act. She felt a dribble of her own juices on her inner thigh.

He pulled his head away from the frame and began looking up and down the hallway. He spotted her, seeing a quick glimpse of her face. She was immediately brought back to reality and began running to the lift. Stick to the plan. As she rounded another corner, she stuck her hand awkwardly to her sex again, having no trouble coating her fingers and quickly marked the panel of the lift before getting in. She saw Spock turn the corner at amazing speed, his face determined as the doors closed long before he could stop them. To keep this little game of hide-and-seek challenging, she stopped the lift at two floors before getting out on the third. She marked the panel there to start the trail for him. She moved through the empty halls, stopping every now and then to mark a spot, making her way to the Enterprise's mess hall.

The layout and all exits were fresh in her mind. She committed them to memory during her planning. The room was large and open. Her only obstacles were the tables and she planned to use those to her advantage. Her heart was beating so fast, she worried for a second it might cause her to faint. But the determination roaring within her would not allow it. She found the door she needed and pressed to panel to open it. She stood there, her hand holding it open and half her body already out, waiting to sprint. Within just a few short minutes she heard the "whoosh" of the door opening across the hall. She only saw him for a second before her legs started without her, his brow still set in determination but something was new this time. He was smirking.

Those tables were meant to slow him down. She didn't dare turn back to see where he was. Her blood was pumping and the adrenaline from the running was taking her higher. She didn't see him before the lift took her to another floor. "So close" she kept repeating in her head, going over her next move. The Entertainment chamber was going to be fun. She marked the trail again, not allowing her body to enjoy the sexuality of her own touches. Eyes on the prize as they say. There would time to enjoy later.

The Entertainment Chamber was dark when she entered. She took quick stock of the different booths along the walls. Each both was adorned with a dark curtain, which aided in the experience in which people engage here. She saw the virtual reality devices hung upon several rows of hooks in the middle of the room. There were two other exits aside from the one she had entered from. One, located in between booths, led out to a corridor where a lift was approximately 400 feet away. That was quite a stretch to run. For this particular ruse she needed a quick escape. The second exit was the one. The lift was a mere 60 feet. She took a deep breath before touching herself again, deeper than before. She marked four random booths to cause a bit of confusion for him before hiding in the booth next to her desired exit.

Nyota's body was practically humming from the suspense. The chair in the booth was calling to her and she couldn't ignore it. Her feet ached and she needed a breather to guarantee she would be able to finish what she had started. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for a moment, her mind drifting for a second to her bed, her lover hovering over her. That's when she heard the door open. She stood up, too fearful to make a sound and peeked through the tiny space between the curtains. She needed to remain hidden. Realizing there was one aspect she had forgotten, she swiftly stuck those two fingers that had been doing so much work into her mouth and sucked silently, attempting to remove the fragrance. The taste was slightly salty and not unknown to her. To be extra safe, she forced her legs as close together as humanly possible.

At first he didn't move. He stood in the middle of the room, taking in the layout and surveying every booth. Her heart beat irregularly when his eyes passed over where she was hiding. He moved suddenly, ripping the curtain completely down from a booth. Empty. Her leg buckled slightly witnessing the disregard he was exhibiting. He turned around and did the same to another booth. He was targeting her marked spots. Everything was going as she had planned…until he let out a low, raw sound and tore away the fabric of a booth she hadn't touched. Damn it, he was clever. She knew it would be just a matter of seconds before she was discovered. He moved to the next, relieving the booth of its curtain just as the other two, only quicker this time. And the next even quicker.

Nyota covered her mouth with her hands. She thought, for a nanosecond, that he might catch her before she planned. Not that she would mind it…quite the opposite, but she must stick to the plan for this to continue with no…unpleasantness. She watched him continue to destroy the booths, one by one at an amazing rate. She was thankful this was one of the biggest Entertainment Chambers in any of the Starfleet ships. She had to move soon, and she had to be extra quick. Once his back was to her, she slipped out of the booth, feeling more enthralled than she had all night, out of the door and into the lift at breakneck speed. He was on her in an instant, his arm reaching for her, her heart in her mouth, her hand on the panel. The door shut him out, the sudden whiteness reminding her to breathe. His eyes. His eyes would be in her dreams if and when she next fell asleep. She rode the lift a few more floors and got off on one of the lowest, as always leaving her scent behind. This was the next to the last chapter in the hunt. After this, according to her plans, he would be lead back to her room where phase two would commence.

The cargo bay. She had spent extra time learning this room. She visited everyday to take into account what had been moved and what had been added. She ran down an isle, sharp left, another left, straight down. As she moved, she ran one finger along the containers. Then she found it. The large empty container was still there as it had been this morning. She marked the spot all around the opening, making sure he would know where she was. She tried to even her breathing and stepped to the back of the giant space. She chose this one for a reason. In the very back corner, there was a small hatch, maybe three feet tall, that she planned to escape through when he found her. As she finally began exhaling normally, she found herself wishing that the cargo container was dark. The sufficient but not over-bearing illumination made the hiding part fairly null. She was now putting all her faith in her agility in being able to get through the hatch before he could touch her.

Minutes ticked by and her stomach tightened. She could feel beads of sweat rolling down her back. He should have shown up by now. Did she not leave a strong enough trail? Several more minutes passed and still nothing. Worry started to creep upon her. This was unacceptable. It was intolerable. Five more minutes. She stepped toward the main door and pressed a button on the panel. It slid open just a few inches, enough for her to peak out. She would remain cautious in case he was there. She looked down each direction and saw nothing. She stayed there a few more moments, using her exceptional hearing for any sign of him. Maybe he just got a little turned around. He would pick back up soon and find her. Or maybe he regained control and abandoned her, to go back to his quarters and pick back up with his intense meditation. She frowned at that thought. That would not suffice. She wanted him to follow her, no NEEDED him to follow her. Despite what she told herself over and over, that this was all for him and his need, she knew deep down this was for her as well. She closed her eyes and thought about how the night was supposed to proceed. About those items in that box on her bed. What she had planned. His body writhing with hers, the release she would feel emanating off of him. She could practically feel his warm breath on her skin…

Strong hands gripped her wrists and swung her around quickly. The movement shocked her so that she actually let out a scream. Spock put his hand to her mouth to muffle it. His skin was slick with sweat. The scent filled the air around her and she felt a jerk in her loins. It was so…masculine, for lack of a better term. His nostrils were flaring, he was breathing very heavily and his lips were curled in a cocky grin. His eyes were large and dark, one eyebrow arched up, the only familiar aspect in his features. His gaze was searing. Nyota was filled with fear. This is not what was supposed to happen. He forced her back against the wall of the container, using his knee to force her legs apart, hitching her up and making her straddle it. She knew that any moment he would feel her wetness seep through his slacks and that thought made her even more aroused. He looked down at where their bodies were touching. His head snapped back and another raw sound escaped him. He grabbed her hand, the hand she had used so often this night and brought it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, his body shuddering, her body responding the same. She watched, his hand still covering her mouth, as he brought her fingers to his lips and licked. The sensation of his tongue made her whimper, and those pitiful sounds increased as he took those fingers all the way into his mouth and sucked.

Her brain had shut down. She did not know what to expect. Was this about to go down right here? This was not the plan! Her fingers popped out of his mouth and he stared at her again, licking his lips. The heat radiating from his body made her sweat even more. Only one word escaped his throat in a growl before he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Mine."