A Passionate Woman by SpockLikesCats: NC-17

"So -- where shall we get a room?" Uhura asked, putting her hand in Spock's.

"I already have one available," he replied mysteriously, looking down at her with a spark in his eyes.

She frowned. "But we're heading back to the Academy," she protested.

"Precisely," Spock answered. As they passed through the Presidio Gate, they parted hands. Spock was wearing his charcoal grey instructor's dress uniform and Uhura, her red three-piece uniform. Today she wore black tights in deference to the morning fog, beginning now to burn off.

They walked to the Xenolinguistics Building, shoulder to shoulder, as they had many times in the past, not touching, but able to sense each other's warmth.

The building was quiet. Very few instructors were within; all the students were out setting up the grounds, readying programs, or otherwise preparing for the vast memorial service scheduled for that evening under the supervision of other Academy instructors.

Spock walked briskly to the turbo lift and Uhura followed him in.

"Sixth floor," he commanded. The lift got underway and he slammed his hand against the "Stop Lift" button, looking over at Uhura, his nostrils flaring, an almost feral look on his face. Very slightly, he tipped his head back, inhaling deeply, smelling her scents of rose and skin and hair … and another scent, as she began reacting to the sexual vibration in the air. He purred way in the back of his throat. Rounding on her, he crossed the lift in one step and backed her against the wall. Her breathing was rapid; he closed in face to face and sniffed her hair, holding the back of her neck with one hand, tilting her chin up with the other and kissing her, lightly at first, and at her frenzied murmuring, more deeply.

He broke it off and whispered in her ear, his hot breath exciting her even more, "When we arrive at my office we are to fulfill whatever fantasy you desire, my Nyota."

"Ohh," she said on a heavy exhalation, trying to keep her knees from buckling.

Spock pressed the "Resume" button and they arrived at the Sixth floor in short order. The office suite that Spock and several instructors shared was empty and he and Uhura headed straight into his office.

There were a few boxes awaiting transport; most of the things there would remain for the next instructor -- general Xenolinguistics texts, SFA Code of Conduct, SFA Educational Goals and Guidelines, SFA Grading Standards (which Spock had refined while here), SFA Uniform Standards and more. The only reminders not yet boxed up of Spock's days here with Nyota were her Academy coffee cup and Spock's large artisanal ceramic teacup, along with his stash of Vulcan f'canth tea, which he drank for its calming properties. Uhura briefly wondered if he would ever be able to find it among the planets which now constituted the Federation.

Spock sat behind his desk and gestured her to a chair. "Well, Cadet Lieutenant Uhura, you have come here for some purpose," he said in his patient instructor voice. "Would you care to enlighten me as to what it is?" He looked at her, raising that eyebrow, and it was all she could do not to crack up.

She looked down to hide her smile. When Spock said he was going to play a game, he played.

"Simply this, Commander," she said. And she stood up and strutted to the corner of his desk, hopped up, and slid so she was right in front of him, facing him, her feet in her boots on either arm of his chair.

"Computer, door lock, soundproof, and shade window," Spock said. Then, in the spirit of play, he looked up at Uhura with his old innocence, when he did not know she felt the same attraction he did. "May I know the purpose of this pose you have assumed, Ms. Uhura?"

"Simply this, Mr. Spock," she said, and tilted up his chin with her fingertips, kissing his forehead, each eyelid, each ear, each cheek, and his top and bottom lip in turn. He exhaled in rasps. Then she unzipped her jacket and shrugged out of it, and brought his face to her sweatered bosom, and he inhaled deeply again. Something about the combination of the scent of soft wool, Nyota's skin, and the rose scent she always wore lit a fire inside him, and he began breathing hard, tipping his head back to meet her eyes.

"It seems clear that we both want--" he began.

"--the same thing," she finished, unfastening his dark tunic and helping him out of it. Underneath, he wore a black silk mock-turtleneck long-sleeved shirt. "You look so delicious in black," she purred.

His gaze was open and desirous, a wonderful combination of curiosity and sexuality.

She reached forward and began gently tweaking his nipples through the thin fabric of the silk shirt with her blunt fingernails. He reached up beneath her sweater to tease her breasts by drawing his fingers together over each one, open flowers into cones, and teasing the buds of her breasts under the lace of her bra between his fingers and thumbs. He raised his arms, removing her sweater quickly, and stretched up his torso so he could nuzzle and lick her nipples through her bra. The wetness of the material, so cool, and the contrast of his hot breath made her even more eager, and she gathered the hem of his undershirt in her fists and whipped it off him, settling it over his back so he wouldn't get too cold.

"Back up, sir," she said, and let her feet hit the floor. "Unzip my boots."

He bent over to do this, and coming up, was pleasantly inundated with the scent of excitement coming from between her legs. He lowered himself to one knee, unzipped her skirt, pulled it down, and was confronted by black tights, which he first nosed at the crotch, letting out an appreciative sound, and then tugged gently down, down, petting, kissing and stroking Nyota's lovely legs as he bared them.

"Ah-h," he said, fingering her lovely panties. "At last, I see you are wearing the Vulcan lace I purchased for you. I am most appreciative, Ms. Uhura."

"I appreciate the gift, sir. What better way than to share it with the giver?"

Spock stood and began to unfasten his trousers.

"Not so fast, Commander," Uhura said. "Don't you want to … explore a little first?" She took his left hand and slipped it into her underpants, and he curled the side of his mouth up a bit.

She was right on the edge of his desk and his fingers each found something stimulating to do for her. One slipped inside her passage, to be joined by another; his thumb circled and caressed her clitoris, and his smaller fingers first parted her cleft then teased her there. She was so wet that even her rear entrance was slick, and his smallest finger slowly penetrated her as her eyes widened and she frantically nipped his pectorals and lips. "Oh," she said, "Please, please fuck me now."

Spock shook his head, once, putting an unoccupied finger on her lips. "Language, Cadet Lieutenant," he said. "You will sit right there while I take care of the first evolution with my capable hand."

He took off her bra and wound it around her wrists. "Rest your hands upon my shoulder." He unfastened his trousers and let them slide down to his upper thighs, and took his underwear down that far too, so she could look at his lok, swelling erect, with a tiny pearl of moisture at its end.

"I desire you equally, but I must be patient, because I intend to bring …" he stroked, and thrust with his fingers, and that smaller finger, the one flitting around the cleft of her buttocks, and his thumb circled. Circled. Stroked. " … you …" and he circled with his thumb, and took his fingers out of her, and he brought his penis close and put it between her labia, but not into her, gently stroking her clitoris and wet lips with it, "… off, as suddenly or as gently as you are willing to … come," he said, and he had read her body right, because she was trembling with an orgasm even as he said it, rubbing her face into his chest, tonguing his nipples, wanting to hold his lok in her hands but prevented.

His legs were moving; he was stepping out of his trousers and underwear and apparently his boots were still on -- how silly! -- but she couldn't see them and she was caught up in the moment. Spock unwound the bra from her wrists and said, "Touch me, please -- whatever you want," and she reared up to kiss him and brought him to her with her lower legs, catching him around his slender waist. She surprised him by reaching under her leg and smacking his left buttock.

"That's for not doing as I asked."

"You enjoyed what I did do."

"Still. The point remains."

She wrapped her hand around his penis, so hot and smooth, pulsing with his emerald blood, a beautiful green at the tip, and she petted it, tenderly, and he thrust easily into her, as a knife goes into its sheath, but instead of a snick, there was of course a living, wet sound, and Uhura sat at the very edge of his bare desktop and stretched her hands down to his rear, digging in her nails, whispering, "Do it hard this time, really hard and fast," and his eyes narrowed in a "cat-smile" and he folded his hands gently around her hips to hold them, and warped them both right out of orbit.

* * *

"We all thought that. All your female and gay male students," Nyota said to him a little later, as they lay on the floor behind his desk. "That beneath that icy exterior burned a hot Vulcan heart."

"It sounds to me as though you were considering a different part of the anatomy."

"But how right we were."

"Only in your case, my Nyota."

Her sweat had cooled; she was grateful for the office's climate controls. Spock had raised them to near-tropical heat, but dry, for him. She loved to lie nude with him, just to look at his beautiful, planar, long, muscled body: the swirls of dark hair on his chest, that she fancied looked, in tandem, like the symbol for a heart, the line of hair leading to his pubis, a trail Gaila called the "pathway to heaven;" his lok, now dormant, but still tubular and noticeable (Uhura hated seeing a penis that shrank back to almost nothing, and Spock had told her she would be quite disappointed with a full Vulcan in that case), his legs, that seemed to go on forever, ending in those beautiful, odd, feet. (Spock's boots had come off during the second, slower round.)

Spock's feet revealed something of his ancient Felid ancestry. The bottoms were well-cushioned at each toe pad, at the metatarsal, and at the heel, with what on a full feline one would call "paw leather" of light olive. They accounted for the "glide" in the Vulcan walk, and the Vulcan ability to jump from higher heights than Humans and remain unhurt, because they were more shock-absorbent. Their toenails were slightly different, too, coming out of the tops of the toes, but in sheaths to lend them strength. Spock kept his toenails extremely short so he would not inadvertently scratch Nyota, and Vulcan shoes and boots always had a little extra room there.

She fit so neatly, just under his arm, with room on his shoulder to lay her head, and she could listen to his breath, which usually devolved to purring when he slept peacefully. She looked up at his profile, his lean cheeks, his beautiful bone structure, the serious brow, and leaned up to kiss his lips.

"We have an hour before we need to put on our Dress uniforms for the memorial," she said, petting the soft hair on his lower arm.

"Would you like to make love again?"

She smiled at him.

They resumed stroking each other, murmuring to one another, and Spock quoted poetry to her in ancient Vulcan, and she quoted him some ancient African poetry and some Shakespeare, and they got quite romantic, lying there nude together, hot / warm; hairy and marble-white / smooth and brown; short hair mussed / long hair curtaining everywhere -- when they heard footsteps outside the door. They held absolutely still. Spock was relieved to be behind the desk; if someone were to force the lock at least their embarrassment would not be complete. Spock was shielding Uhura with his body and smiling at her with his eyes. She was trying very hard not to laugh.

"Commander Spock?" It was an unfamiliar voice, and there was a hesitant knock at the door, then the sound of something brushing on the carpet, and receding footsteps.

"Has it spoiled your mood?" Spock inquired.

"Are you kidding?" Uhura laughed. "We Humans love the thrill of near-discovery."

"I will remember that." And he moved on her, and within her, and she, around him, and they slowly began finding their way through the delight they held in one another, Spock's face above hers, his eyes so earnest, so attentive, Uhura's gaze so open and affectionate, looking up to him as he moved in her.

"Wait," she said. "Lift up a little." She gently pushed his torso, which he had been supporting with his elbows. "Don't pull out …" She raised her feet from around his waist and threaded them from under his arms so her ankles went over his shoulders. He raised his eyebrows; there was a considerably different feeling inside her now and as he began gently stroking again, he could feel the bump of her cervix against the glans of his Lok. She grunted a little each time, closing her eyes in complete satisfaction.

He slowed after a bit, slowed, and stopped, and she opened her eyes. "I would like to lie on my back now," he whispered.

"All right. By the way, I'm grateful that your tunic jacket is lined -- it saved me from rug burn and wool burn."

He nodded and, still erect, pulled out. Her body immediately regretted the loss, but he had been stroking deeply. Much more of that and she'd need to use the head, and for that she'd have to get dressed and go down the hall. He lay back, legs spread; she frowned a little.

"Keep your legs somewhat close, my Nyota; do not straddle me. This position will be almost the opposite of what we just did. If you will lay your thighs along mine … yes … and I …" he held her posterior and gently inserted himself into her vagina, and she could feel his length stroking her clitoris as his glans moved in and out. "Oh …" she cried softly, and lowered her face to kiss his lips. He eagerly responded, then pulled away.

He craned his head forward to tongue and kiss her breasts, and this time she truly understood the old Japanese phrase for sexual climax, "the clouds and the rain," because deep inside she felt a storm coming, and the tears of gratefulness streamed from her eyes as the storm broke for them both.

* * *

Nyota, re-attired in her red three-piece red wool dress uniform, sat to put on her tights and boots, and said, "Oh! It's a message for you, Spock, in an envelope."

Spock, now fully dressed himself, straightened his hair with both hands, bent, kissed her on the cheek, and picked up the envelope.

And sat immediately in the chair by Uhura.

"What is it, ashayam?" she asked.

"My … m …" he said, his eyes widening and glazing slightly with tears as he absorbed the shock. "Of course. She liked to send me letters sometimes, in the diplomatic pouches from Vulcan. The Embassy being in this city, it was convenient enough for someone to deliver them to me here."

"It's from your mother?"

"Yes." He paused, gathering himself, drawing a breath.

"Would you like to be alone?"

"No. Please stay." He opened the cream envelope and took out the heavy stationery from inside, unfolding it with one hand, while his other hand folded around Nyota's. His mother's beautiful, small handwriting filled several pages, front and back.

My dearest Spock,

I am so proud to learn you are to be assigned as Captain Pike's First Officer and Science Officer. Apparently that is a singular honor accorded only to you -- I couldn't find reference to any other officers who held two such important positions at one time on a starship. Captain Pike shows enormous trust in your integrity and skill, and I am so thrilled I could burst. Of course, I can see you remonstrate with me now that bursting is completely unnecessary, but I hope you understand what I mean.

From the time you were born, I have loved you so much. Perhaps someday you won't be too embarrassed to show your love, but I know you love me, and even your father, although he hasn't spoken to you for so long. I am sorry about that, my dear; I have tried reasoning with him, but the closest I have come to understanding his not speaking with you is his enigmatic statement, "They must not know of my feelings for Spock." At first, I thought he meant, Starfleet Academy must not know he disapproved of your choice. After watching the political pressure your father is under here on Vulcan, however, I think he means that the Elders and the Academy and other groups of significance must not know he's proud of what you did that day they offered you admittance.

You told me about your lovely young Aide, Nyota Uhura. I hope you have made her happy by expressing your love without reservation. I felt that you never seemed so full of light as that day you contacted me to tell me about her, and the holos you sent me show you have a mutual admiration and joy. She has the most radiant smile and she brings out that tiny smile of yours that I always looked for, the one at the left side of your mouth.

If she is there with you now, please give her a hug for me, and tell her I look forward with all my heart to meeting her. I hope she will soon be a member of our family, and will bring you as much happiness as Sarek and you have brought me.

As ever, all my love

Your proud mother

Spock turned in his chair and reached out to hold onto Nyota. His fingers dug into her back at first, then relaxed as he breathed deeply. She stroked the back of his head and massaged his neck.

When he pulled away, his eyes were moist, but he wore his tiny smile. "She convinced me not to give you up," he said.

"You were going to give me up?"

"Surely you remember the day you came here in high dudgeon, declaring that if you weren't assigned to the Enterprise it was because I 'didn't love you enough' and because I 'did not care enough about "us" to maintain our relationship at any cost.' I had begun to question my own rationality at being involved with such a passionate woman. My mother set my thinking to rights."

"I have so much to thank her for, Spock." She leaned in to touch her forehead to his and he closed his eyes. "For carrying you, for rearing you, and for teaching you the meaning of love."

"Indeed, Nyota," he said, and kissed her softly. "I am grateful to both of you for the last."