Ch.1- There Goes My Baby

A/N: This story is a series of song fics, based on how I interpret them as an individual. This is just some randomness that came to me in my sleep(literally). Each new chapter will be based off the song it's titled after. I've never done anything like this before, and I couldn't think of a better couple to try it with, than Spock and Ny. As that thought came to mind, I kind of decided that I wanted to show Jim's feeling every now and again. I must warn you though, that as any normal relationship, in this, they will have some major ups and downs. I could go from Angst, to Smut, Fluff, then Lemon, and back again. Alot of the time, the stories won't be relative to each other...Although the story is mine, I do not own the characters, nor the songs.

Genre: Romance

Song: There Goes My Baby-Usher

Pairing: Spock/Nyota

Rated:M-Lemon

Summary: Spock is watching Nyota go through her day, all the while thinking, there goes my baby.

He watches her.

As illogical as it may seem. It begins one morning before they left their shared quarters to begin Alpha shift. As unsual Spock had managed to dress before Nyota. He traveled back into their sleeping alcove to retrieve his communicator.

He sees her, she is sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair as impeccable as always, pulled into a neatly tied ponytail, her uniform fit snugly to her body, she was ready for active duty...her boots exempt. She leans over sleathly, pulling the zipper of her left boot, she seemed to caress her leg as she sat back up. She continued and the same with her right, all the while too oblivious to how utterly sensual she was making the small gesture. She didn't even know she had an audience.

On the bridge.

He watches her.

While attended to her duties, he attempts to be discreet about it, taking into consideration the fact that they were both on duty. He cannot, however, stop his side ways glances in her direction to his right, nor could he not admire how she composed herself when placed in professional scenarios. She was calm, organized, and efficient. She was capable, giving her attentions to the communications station 89.9% of the time. She could intercept messages with fluidity, never missing a thing, her hands would fly over the switches, handles, and knobs confidently, and stops ever so often to press her earpiece closer, listening for everything.

Sometime after they have been working in companionable silence, Nyota yawns, careful not to be to noisy in doing so. A moment passes, and she begins to strectch , she raises her arms above her head, stretching her long, smooth cocoa legs, she stretches her arms behind her back, the movement causes her chest to become a more pronounced element. Her breast, airborne as they were, did not go unnoticed by the other male members of the bridge crew. Spock noticed, out of his peripheral vision, that the Captain had taken to swiveling his chair all the way around, Lt. Sulu and Chekov the same, though they were slightly more obvious with their apparent attraction.

It is times like this that Spock feels mixed emotions, his internal differences conflict. Spock didn't find that he enjoyed the fact that these men were openly staring at Nyota like they were, yet he couldn't find it in himself to fault them. There was that pestering primal instinct telling him that she was his, and he she was...in a sense. He had claimed her physically, and emotionally, but he had yet to fully claim her, he had yet to mentally claim her. Though, Spock admitted to himself, it would only be a matter of time. In human context, he and Nyota were in a relationship, and that classified her as off-limits, this is something that these men seemed to adhere to. They looked, sure, but they dared not touch.

It was also times like this this, Spock thought to himself looking back at Nyota-who seemed to be engrossed in her own world of thought,- that he almost desperatley fought his very human urge to wrap his arms around her curvaceous waist, and kiss her in front of the other, just to show them, just so they know...His eyes locked with hers...She is mine.

He watches her.

But he can't help it. They are in the ship's gymnasium, he was practing the ancient martial art of his ancestors: Suus Mahna.

Initially he felt her presence, his eyes roam the spanse of the large room, and finds her. She is perched upon gymnast balance, all of her body weight is supported on her hands, she bends backwards, slowly, gracefully into a standing position. She spends a moment standing, and Spock notices that she wearing a leotard that clings to her body like a second skin, it is red: Stafleet issued. He continues to watch her, his conditioning katas not necessarily forgotten, but more so neglected. Nyota run across the beam, moving with the fierce tenacity of a lioness, she grabs a hold of the rings, and starts a routine that looks as though she had it memorized, like a dance that she became one with. She is captivating, she is alluring, and it is soon that she will be with him...

He waits for her.

He leaves the gym before Nyota, there is only one thing on his mind when he leaves her, it is what has plauged the bulk of his thoughts the entire day: he wanted her. The entire day he was resisting the urge to take her, from the early morning when she was dressing, on the bridge, in the gym, but then he couldn't have her, they were in presence of others. In the confines of their quarters, there are no others there, there is only Spock...only Nyota.

And so it is that her sits on the couch in the living area, and awaits her return. The door swishes open, and Spock looks up just as Nyota walks over the threshold. She has her gym bag in tote, though she is dressed in a short tank top, and very short shorts. Her hair is pulled into a sloppy ponytail, and is plastered against her head by the sweat of an apparently vigorous workout. She must have come directly home because she was still sweating, visably he could see a droplet plot and angular course down her taut muscular stomach. Nyota saw him, and smiled softly.

"Hey there stranger, fancy meeting you here." she set her bag down by the door to turn around and find Spock standing mere inches from her person.

"Seeing as I also live in these quarters, it should be of no surprise that you found me here Nyota." He stated pressing gentle kisses along her slender throat.

"It...was...a uhhm...figure of speech." She said barely able to form a coherent sentence because of his attentions to her throat. " A human tendency to add light humor to a given situation."

"Indeed." was his only reply as his mouth its explorations. He kissed her forehead, her nose, and continued until his mouth found solace in hers. When their lips connected, Nyota let out a moan of pleasure, and their tongues danced in familiar unison. His hands took to her waist, bringing her closer to him, and her arms found way around his neck, her right hand locking itself on the short hairs on the back of his neck.

Nyota barely noticed that they were moving into the bedroom until the back of her knees connected with the bed, and they went tumbling down on it. Somewhere in between the travel time, she had managed to become diconnected with her clothing-underwear exempt, and Spock had lost his shirt. Not mourning the lack of clothing, they continued to kiss until oxygen was absolutley necessary, even then, Spock did not stop, but moved from her lips to her collar bone, removing her bra in the process. Being brought into the cold, made her nipples instantly hard. Spock took one into his mouth whirling his tongue it as his other hand rolled the hardened peak of the other breast. Nyota's eyes eyes fluttered closed. He realeased the nipple from his mouth, and blew on it, making Nyota whimper. The sound sent a straight jolt of electricity to his loins making his pants uncomfortably tight.

Spock placed a soft kiss on the space between both breasts, and trailed down, down her stomach stopping just before reaching where she wanted most, and licked his way back up, tasting the salty sweat of her days workout. Spock licked his lips, and placed his body weight on his left elbow, his right hand softly caressed her torso, down to her waist where her panties were. He hooked his index finger under the offending garment and in one swift yank, they were a barrier no more. He could feel how wet they were, a testimony to how wanton she was for him. He brought them to his nose, and his pupils dialated to their fullest extent, he could smell her arousal, and it was potent.

Spock threw the underwear, and sought the source of the outrageously alluring scent. Finding his place, he devoured her folds, showing explicit favoritism to specific little bud of nerves until he had her bucking, and screaming his name. Nyota climaxed, and trembled into aftershock. It was not long after, that Spock removed the rest of his clothing, and buried himself inside thrusts started out slow and tentive, but slowly became more frenzied. Nyota moved her hips in tune with his, keening for him to move harder, he happily obliged. Nyota's keeing became faster, and he knew she was close. In no time after that, she achieved her second orgasm of the night, her walls convulsing around Spock, sending him into the white hot bliss as well. He growled one simple word as he spilled his seed into her core: Mine.

She was his, and he was damn proud of it. He fell on the bed beside her in the most uncharacteristic way, they were both still panting heavily from their activities. Nyota was smiling, and Spock couldn't help the small quirk his lips gave into. He ran his hand through her long, waist length,-now sex tangled-hair, that still seemed to cascade like a waterfall. She has no idea how extraordinary it feels for him to be able to call her his girl. His Nyota...

A/N: Reviews will help me determine whether or not this should be something that I keep up...I know I have a lot of unfinished stories, but there are a few that I should delete because the muse died... I you liked it, or have anything to say, let me know...It's just a click away...Oh, and my spell check is playing dumb again...