Chapter Nine

In the Morning

He was everywhere. Trying to physically mold with her.

He had been tentative in his office, but whatever shyness he possessed had been overcome by an almost frightening hunger. He pulled at her skirt like an animal, growling hungrily before he let it fall on the floor. With it gone it trailed his hands adoringly down her skin. She heard him mutter something about silk in Vulcan and he squeezed her thighs appreciatively.

Nyota bit his ear in return and pulled his shirt over his head. Her hands moved to pull at his pants but he grunted in disapproval and grabbed her hands, moving her to the bed. His mouth was on her neck again. He loved the long elegance, the pretty curve and the juncture between her neck and shoulder. He grazed his teeth along her pulse and she gasped as he sucked hard at the pulse pushing through her skin.

His attention moved downwards and he pulled at her shirt throwing it on the floor and latching onto her hard nipple through the silk fabric of her bra. He sucked it through his teeth and with the other breast he rolled the nipple through his fingers deftly like a musical instrument.

Nyota moaned and her hips arched. He pressed her down against the bed with his hips and began worshipping her shoulders with kisses before removing her bra.

"Nyota. Nyota. I've wanted to do this for so long. Since I saw you I wanted to have you." He whispered huskily in Vulcan.

"Spock please…stop teasing me." She moaned.

His hips rotated against her, moving in a familiar rhythm of promise-in and around and out. The promise of him was heatedly pressed skin tight to her. He moved and kissed her stomach and then the inside of her thighs, massaging them before licking softly. He looked up at her, his eyes black and alien.

"Nyota, I wish to taste you. Give me permission." He said gruffly in Vulcan, his eyes were glaring at her daringly.

Nyota could not understand if he was requesting her permission or telling her. She nodded with a whimper and he moved his hands under her hips to prop her up against him. He looked at her and then ripped her panties with a precise tug forward.

Nyota opened her mouth to protest but was stopped by Spock's next move.

He licked at her clit and she moaned arching her back. His tongue dipped inside of her and she almost screamed in surprise. He rumbled appreciatively at her taste and then removed his tongue.

His hands stroked her slightly and then one finger slipped past her lips and she screamed fully as he began to move in and out.

She was hot, velvet tight and wet. She tasted like strawberries. The way she was moaning was making him impossibly hard. He did not want to have her until he had ravished her fully but the way she kept staring at him. The way her back arched and the smell of her desire flowing past her thighs was incredibly sensual.

He understood now, what this was-an integral part of his hungry urge. It was possession, domineering and repulsive but present. It was burning into him, demanding that he make her love him or at least make her need him. And he would make her need him. He would pleasure her completely.

"I want to taste every part of you, my Nyota. I want to feel you. I want to be in you. Feel you around me. I don't want anyone else to please you like this," He sucked her engorged clit and pumped harder, watching her eyes close and her hips spasm.

"Beautiful. So beautiful."

"Spock please. Harder, baby, please."

He obliged and slipped another finger within her and curled. She screamed and came around his fingers pulling at his hair. Spock growled and moved back up towards her. Nyota hissed at him and grabbed his head, pulling him down roughly to kiss and bite at his lips and chin. Her legs curled around his waist demandingly. She was wounding him like a cat, scratching at his skin and nipping at his flesh with hunger.

"No more teasing. Now. I need you. I need it right now."

Spock inhaled her scent and grabbed her chin steadying her face and forcing her to look at him. His hair was in disarray, his eyes were crazed. He was straining for control and on the precipice of losing it. Nyota bucked against his hard length, pleading wantonly and scratching at his chest in anger.

"Spock…"

"Look at me. Tell me what you need."

"Spock please-"

"Tell me!"

"I need you in me! I need you inside of me, please Spock."

Spock slipped his hand around her neck and pushed her head up possessively so she had no choice but to stare up at him. His jaw was clenched and he breathed in her delectable arousal. She was his. His to have, no one else. His. Instinct drove him to madness, to indescribable possession that terrified and pleasured him with one word.

Mine.

His eyes were glowing.

"Say you belong to me." He purred against her ear and deliberately began to thrust his clothed length against her bare skin.

She almost screamed.

"Only you, yes. I belong to you, please."

Spock licked her ear and breathed against her. His hands grabbed her wrist and moved them above her head, pressing her into the bed. She whimpered and her hips bucked against him wildly. Spock held her down and trailed his lips agonizingly down her neck.

"Only me. Mine. You belong to me, Nyota. No one else can make you feel like this. I need to own you. Please." He was whimpering against her.

There was a pain in this feral need.

Spock pulled at his waistband and Nyota's hands eagerly pulled with him.

His length was hard, extremely, with a slight green taint. It pushed gloriously against her thigh. She looked at it in surprise and wondered with her mouth slightly apart how this was going to work. He stared at her, a low growl stirred from his lips and he pulled her legs apart. One hand dipped down to stroke her clitoris.

"Spock please, just-I need you."

Nyota wanted to curse herself into hell. She had never begged anyone like this. No one and it was killing her pride that she couldn't stop herself. He could make her do whatever he wanted as long as he didn't stop.

Her nails were burrowing into his skin, drawing blood but she couldn't think. He looked at her and clenched his jaw before moving into her core with agonizing slowness. She was hot velvet, tight and constricting around him. Drawing him in with wet promises.

Nyota arched her back acrobatically, practically lifting herself completely off the bed as she moaned. He was filling her, pushing deeper slowly as if there was no need to rush. As if they weren't both going insane. He was propped onto his elbows, watching her with hunger and his jaw twitching. He sighed once he was buried completely within her and Nyota bit his shoulder angrily.

"More. Deeper. Ugh, Spock. Move." She pouted and nudged him further in with her knee.

Spock visibly smiled at her pout and kissed her lips before moving fully out and thrusting hard back in. Nyota grunted in surprise and Spock's growl rose substantially as he began to move again. He pushed in hard and moved slowly out, gaining speed and thrusting harder.

The rhythm was consistently gaining speed. In and out, in and out. And then he growled almost in anger and began to thrust rapidly into her.

"Oh God, baby. Just don't stop, Spock. Oh God."

He was gripping her elbows; staring at her with that foreign insatiable anger. In, out, in, out. He was pounding into her, his lips were everywhere, his hands were gripping her flesh hard with a newfound desperation. He felt something in him break and his hands moved to her temple without premeditation, moving only on instinct. His hands knew where to go and fell upon her temple and the inside of her cheek.

There was a mutual spark in both of their minds and Spock opened the link between them.

Her mind flowed into him and he felt her pleasure intensify his own. Nyota felt his mind explode within her. The feeling was extremely pleasurable-like nothing she had ever felt. But it was also overwhelming. Almost like she was suffocating in pleasure. Her mind was swimming in overwhelming contentment and her body followed, protesting slightly as Spock continued his fervent thrust into her lithe body.

He curled his free arm around her and pulled her into a sitting position, maneuvering them both so her body was angled. The Vulcan in him clamored for efficiency, even if this efficiency was of a sexual nature.

Nyota screamed and came sobbing into his shoulder. Spock's body shuddered but he stilled himself. His concern flowed through her mind, coupled with the still presence blinding lust of his body.

"Are you alright, my love?" He said in an old Vulcan dialect.

Nyota understood the style as Vulcan, but the words were foreign-too emotional. Nyota frowned in confusion.

"I don't know what you're saying." She said breathing heavily.

"Of course not. It is old Vulcan, you would not know. I spoke without premeditation. I said are you alright?"

Nyota wanted to ask him about this ancient Vulcan dialect she didn't understand, but her body was humming with pleasure and pain. She hardly had the energy to respond.

"Mmm, yes."

Spock nipped her neck and rotated his hips bringing attention to the fact that he was still very aroused and was not done. Nyota's eyes widened.

"Oh God, Spock. How are you still-?"

"I forgot to also mention the affects of Vulcan stamina. I do not wish to exhaust you, Nyota, but I must move." He growled admonishingly.

Nyota nodded, her eyes were still wide with surprise.

"Hold on to me, love." He whispered thickly.

Nyota mewled and Spock began to thrust into her again with long hard strokes. He buried his face in her hair and began whispering in his strange ancient dialect again. His hand traveled down to her clitoris stroking her gently in an ironic contrast to the hard temp of his thrusts. He was muttering uncontrollably again and his mind seemed to be possessed by some strange Vulcan instinct. His hands fluttered back to her face and she screamed as he began to pour his mind within her, intensifying their interaction.

"Oh God." She screamed in Swahili and came again.

Spock nipped her shoulder before turning her around…

There was no reason why this morning should run differently than any other.

Spock woke up to his internal alarm clock, his eyes blinked and adjusted to the darkness. The lights clicked on at their usual automated time, but Spock hurriedly turned them off, looking at his sleeping companion compassionately.

It was a Saturday morning. Usually at this time he began correcting papers and conducting further research. The urge to continue his routine was present within him, but he could not find the will to leave the warm, perfectly soft brown woman in his bed. Her arms were wrapped around his torso, her legs intertwined around his knees. He stroked her hair, marveled at the curve of her cheeks and the peaceful sweetness of her face.

He wanted to stay in bed and memorize her features. He wanted to cover her body with his again.

There was a strange dark purple bruise on her neck and Spock winced. He had bitten her. He had also mind melded with her without her permission. The link between them was temporary but present. He could slightly feel her contentment and the calm ease of her REM state.

He was disgusted with himself. He trailed his fingers down the finger shaped bruises around her elbow, the bruises along her thighs and hip. She looked as if she had been assaulted. He had wanted to be gentle with her. Loving, but he could not stop himself from giving in to the primal calling of his Vulcan chemistry and human weakness for self indulgence. She did not seem upset with his behavior at the time, in fact her pleasurable moans had kept him aroused beyond measure.

But that was not an adequate excuse and he would not allow himself to act so savagely towards her again.

Spock sighed and untangled himself from his lover.

His body sighed with him.

Nyota woke up with the feeling of contentment only present after extremely pleasurable sex.

Her body was aching in strange places; she felt the thudding sting of her bruises and couldn't move without pain. She pulled herself up into a sitting position with her arms and attempted to grab the headboard for further support. She frowned when she felt only the shattered remains.

Ah. She forgot that they had broken it. Spock had pulled too hard upon it.

Speaking of Spock where the hell was he?

Nyota looked around in dismay. Had he just left her here? Alone?

Spock suddenly revealed himself, slipping into the room fully clothed in his uniform-the audacity of the Vulcan!-and carrying a tray.

"Where the hell were you? And why are you dressed?" Nyota pouted.

Spock raised an eyebrow at her in amusement. His mouth lifted and his black eyes were shining with a strange elation. Obviously morning glow was not lost on Vulcans either.

He set the tray down in front of her and she realized he had brought her breakfast. Fruit, bread, jam and eggs and hash browns. Orange juice and coffee sat next to the ketchup bottle. Nyota laughed nostalgically as she looked at the ketchup bottle.

Spock's lips quirked.

"I remember your necessity for ketchup."

"So I see. Thank you, Spock. But why weren't you in bed with me?"

"It would be illogical to waste time in bed. At this time I usually have a regular routine. I tried to undertake some of my usual tasks to remain efficient. Efficiency is logical. And so is being dressed immediately. Clothes may be needed if we are to leave in a hurry for any reason."

Nyota looked at him and pouted. This small human action pushed her lower lip out slightly and Spock could not stop himself from somehow being aroused. For some reason that little action drove him mad.

He allowed himself to indulge and kissed her lips briefly. A distant hunger demanded he take her again but he restrained himself.

Nyota felt his arousal and smiled back. Her own reverberated blatantly through the link but Spock shook his head.

"You're exhausted and extremely sore. I can feel you. We cannot engage in any further sexual activity. I will not hurt you any further." He said sternly.

For some reason an image of himself pointing a ruler and repeatedly waving it flashed in his mind and he raised an eyebrow at Uhura questioningly.

"Sorry. I didn't know that would happen. Exactly what is this-thing? A bond? Mind meld?"

"A mind meld of sorts. Weak. It will probably not last throughout the day. I am sorry that I forced it upon you. I was irrational. If you did not wish to receive me or if your mind was not compatible I could have inflicted harm upon you. Since we are on the subject I wish to also apologize for how I treated you previously as well."

"What? When?"

He pursed his lips.

"During our sexual encounter."

"Spock you make it sound like we had a business meeting."

He decided not to question her strange comparison. Instead he continued.

"I was…very rough with you. I was worried that this would happen. I had an intense need to make you my mate. I acted repugnantly." He paused and turned slightly away from her, his smile was gone and his eyebrows slightly pulled down.

" You deserve better than an unemotional savage, Nyota." He whispered the last part quietly.

Intense pain shot through Nyota's bones, like a phantom emotion. He felt like a fool. Horribly disgusted and out of control. Nyota's mind nudged his consolingly and her hand slipped into his.

"Baby, come here." She stubbornly pulled him forward towards her.

Her right hand interlocked with his and she pulled him into her shoulder. She nuzzled his throat and kissed his chin. She wanted him to feel her affection flow physically and mentally.

"I wanted you, Spock. I wanted everything you did to me, or was the scream not sufficient enough?" She murmured.

Spock raised an eyebrow.

"It was quite sufficient."

"So don't apologize to me about who you are. I knew what I was getting in to. You told me, you warned me but I still wanted you. I enjoyed every moment. You were extremely exemplary in bed. So stop hating yourself and undress and get in to bed with me." She pouted again.

Spock's lips twitched upwards and he smoothed back her thick hair.

"I will undress. But I will wear sleeping pants to prevent the temptation of any further sexual interaction between us. You are already quite sore."

"Mmmhm. You can do that. It won't take long for me to take them off though."

Spock made a strange face, almost like a Vulcan smirk that formed with a raised eyebrow and a slight tug at his lips.

"I must inquire for the sake of academic inquiry what you meant by I was extremely exemplary in bed?"

Uhura grinned at him and helped him remove his shirt.

"Are you fishing for compliments, Spock?"

He paused and looked at her, his head tilted to the side. Uhura smiled at him lovingly, he was so cute when he did that.

"Fishing for compliments? Is this a human idiom? I do not understand the significance. I am also vegan."

Uhura laughed.

A/N: Very roughly made chapter in need of refinement but also very long since I start official school tomorrow after I take my dreaded final for summer school today. Tatatatatatata!!!! Hope you enjoyed. Please review as it will motivate me to continue while in school.