Disclaimer: Star Trek and associated characters are not mine.

A/N: A response to the following LJ kink meme (ST:XI Het) request:

Ok so there are a billion Spock/Uhura, where Spock is nervous because he hasn't done it before but how about the other way around? Uhura is the virgin, and it turns out Spock is something of a sex god due to extensive research in his Academy days on willing participants. Sex is a logical bitch, and Spock is king of logic.

A challenge I could not refuse.

No beta review, please excuse any errors.

Revelation

Three days before she was to leave for her summer break, Commander Spock knocked Uhura's world off its axis by inviting her to dinner. They had shared meals before but dinner at a fancy restaurant, miles from campus was something new. They certainly did not engage in leisurely, after-dinner walks at nearby beaches.

They currently stood on the empty sands at the edge of lazy, white tipped waves. Uhura had taken off her shoes and the sand between her toes still held warmth from earlier. As she wondered about their non-date, date, Spock lightly brushed her hand to gain her attention. A simple gesture that was nevertheless momentous because throughout their acquaintance he had never once touched her unless it was necessary.

"Is there a significant other in your life, Cadet?" Spock asked in that polite bluntness only Vulcans seemed capable of expressing.

Breathless with anticipation, Uhura caught his guarded gaze. "Why is it of any relevance to you, Commander?"

"I wish very much to pursue you, Nyota. Is there someone else who hold your affections?"

The predictable thing to do was provide a verbal answer to a most welcomed question. However, on this night, Uhura decided to toss expectations into the ocean. If Spock could do it then so too could she. Stealing herself, she reached up and brushed her lips against his.

"Was that enough of an answer?" she whispered, stepping back from him.

Captivated she watched his tongue snake out to touch where she had just kissed. It was the most decadent thing Uhura had ever seen.

"Very," he said and pulled her flush against his hard body.

Her arms wrapped around his middle as their lips connected with open passion. His tongue caressed her lips before delving inward to play with hers. He tasted heady and sinful and of all things illicit. She knew right then that the chaotic feelings his mere presence had stirred in her the entire semester were the beginnings of sexual love. The giddy thought of exploring them with him almost buckled her knees.

The next day she was still dazed, a dreamy look across her face as she packed and confessed the encounter to Gaila. Her roommate hugged her and then expressed how proud she was that Uhura had gained the attentions of a notoriously elusive Vulcan.

Touching

In late August, Uhura returned to the Academy ready to explore a new semester of learning and her equally new romantic relationship with Spock. Her first evening back saw them having dinner and a lively debate over the merits of celebrating birthdays. Each rebuttal added a new layer of challenge and anticipation to the atmosphere. By the time her lips found his for the final time that night, they were both panting with longing.

The semester commenced seamlessly for Spock and Uhura's professional life. Uhura's friends watched her thrived under the added pressures of taking on a second assistantship with Spock. Some openly speculated on how anyone could stand to spend so much time with a cold, pompous perfectionist. Had she not had enough of him for two years? On occasion, she defended her choices and Spock, reminding them that he was an excellent mentor. Mostly, she simply smiled a small secretive smile that was maddening to all who witnessed it. Only Gaila understood and she never divulged its meaning. There were times though, when Uhura wished to announce her new romance to the entire universe. Yet, the hidden nature of their relationship leant a certain appeal to each encounter.

A soft moan escaped from Uhura as Spock's hands trailed up her bare thighs, settling under her skirt. She sat astride his lap, her head bent to receive his urgent kisses. She had spent most of the afternoon and evening teasing him with her every look, gesture, discussion and touch. He repaid her by walking her to his sofa the second they entered his quarters.

Spock's teeth tugged gently at her bottom lip. His long fingers slipped pass the edge of her panties to settle on her derriere. Uhura lifted her head, as his hands began a slow, wicked caress of her skin, coming to the very crease of her ass. This was the first time he'd ventured this far during their make out sessions. That restless, needy feeling that only he inspired moved from smoking embers to brilliant flames. She gazed at him and pushed back into his hands, savouring the subtle changes in his face. His eyes found hers and the heated look they levelled at her made her shudder with desire.

Ducking her head, she reached for him and they shared another delectable kiss. When they separated, Spock's hands left her bottom and took hold of her face in a gentle grip. "Nyota, we need to talk."

"Now!" Uhura watched Spock's serious face for a few unbelievable seconds while fighting her way through the many happy feelings surging within. "I thought you had better timing," she said, inching further up his lap to rub against his erection.

They both groaned, relishing the pleasure from her suggestive act, until he grabbed her hips and stopped her.

"I meant to discuss this earlier but you have been a source of distraction all night."

That one comment bolstered her confidence in ways he could not imagine. A bit perplexed she asked, "What is it?"

"We have committed ourselves to explore this relationship to the fullest, have we not?"

"Yes."

"Then it is only logical that we take that final step towards consummation."

Only a Vulcan would find a way to bring logic into what they were just doing. Talk about mood killer. "Oh."

As they watched each other, Uhura could not decide whether to hit Spock, kiss him or shout at the top of her lungs with joy. At the rate they were going at each other earlier, she had entertained the idea of sharing her body with him tonight. However, his putting voice to this very desire tempered her want and allowed doubt to set in.

"I thought we were heading in that direction tonight, Spock."

"And yet," he said kneading at the cloth covered flesh that he touched, "you are suddenly hesitant. Why?"

How should she explain something that under examination was highly irrational? "I...It's just that once you voiced it, I can't help thinking that I may fail at pleasing you. What if I'm a disappointment?"

Mortification crawled along her skin and heated her face. She no longer felt sexy. Slapping Spock sounded really good right now.

A small frown drew his brows together; his hands once again cupped her face. Distantly her mind catalogued that his body temperature, which was always higher than human norm, felt even hotter and that he could read her emotions with a simple touch.

"Are you a virgin?"

Her eyes looked everywhere that was not his face. "Yes," she whispered.

**SUSU**

One small, ordinary word confirmed Spock's suspicion. Until a few minutes ago, he would not have guessed because she had thus far been very enthusiastic and forward with her intimacies. He wondered if it was normal to feel this much satisfaction in knowing he would be her first.

"Nyota," he said, tracing soothing circles on her cheeks. "You have no reason to doubt yourself."

"But—"

"Have you not notice the effect of your touch? Have you missed the satisfaction I gain from each of your kisses?"

Her eyes met his and Spock was glad to see the sparkle return to their depths.

"You're saying I should stop worrying?"

Spock gave her a tiny smile. "Most definitely," he said before kissing her thoroughly. He had been intent on speaking to her about taking that final step, but now he thought a new more methodical approach would be best.

"Have you ever touched yourself?"

Nyota laughed softly, conveying both amusement and embarrassment. "I'm a virgin not a prude."

Spock felt a pleasant tug of desire as his mind supplied him with an image that was not new to him. "Have you ever touched yourself while thinking of my fingers playing with you?"

Wide eyes and a dusky flush were a clear answer; however, he was feeling like the bastard he had been accused of being, he said, "Nyota."

"What?"

She was being intentionally obtuse and they both knew it. Normal would not work with her. He brought her face to his and placed his lips against hers in an ardent kiss meant to tantalise.

Spock kissed along the clean lines of her face in a slow progression to her ear. Once there, he bit lightly at the lobe and she arched into him. "Have you touched yourself often in the past month?"

"Hmm... Yes," she panted.

He let one hand slide down her back in a slow deliberate caress, returning to her soft lips. "Did you touch yourself on the nights you left my company aroused and wanting?"

"Uh huh."

Her breathy answer tested his control. Spock closed his eyes for a few moments and recited the basic tenets of Vulcan philosophy. "Then would it not be logical to conclude that I was on your mind when you pleasured yourself?"

She stilled and then pulled back. "I walked into that one, didn't I?"

"No comment."

"What about you Spock, have you done the same?"

"Yes, and each time I wished it were your slender fingers bringing me to fulfilment. But do you know what else was even more motivating?"

"Do tell."

"I would sometimes imagine you doing the same thing right beside me."

"Oh, has anyone ever told you that you have a filthy mind, Commander?"

"No," Spock said liking the way commander sounded on her lips at the moment. He thought it would sound even better, later, when he was buried deep within her. "Would you be willing to satisfy my filthy mind?"

"How?"

"I would like you to pleasure yourself for me?"

An incredulous look settled on Nyota's face. "What!"

"There is no need to shout."

She poked a finger at his shoulders. "Did you just ask me to masturbate for you?"

He took her hands in his admiring their strength. "I have wondered what you might look like while lost to the sensations of your own hands. Would you do it for me tonight?"

Nyota's eyes dilated further as her heart tapped a frantic beat. Spock could see the clear indecision with a smattering of uncertainty as she looked at him. He fleetingly considered letting the matter drop and yet he could not. He wanted so much to see her unbidden and he wanted it to be at her own doing. He wished to know if the real thing would be as thrilling as his fantasy.

He had to know tonight.

Spock began a slow careful caress of Nyota's fingers. He paid special attention to the forefinger and thumb. He watched her gaze grow heavy, desire flaring bright. With their eyes locked, he brought his lips a mere inch from hers and whispered, "Please."

Nyota heaved a sigh and with it, he saw her determination set in.

"You're very persistent, aren't you?"

"Only when it is necessary," he replied.

She climbed off his lap and stood. Her hands reached up to begin unbuttoning her pale, cotton blouse. "Exactly how is this necessary?"

Spock decided that she was moving too slow and thus decided to assist with the removal of her skirt and panties. "It will go a long way in aiding my mental wellbeing."

"So this is about you?" she asked, letting her brassiere slide to the floor.

"Not at all, Nyota, I believe we will both gain from this experience."

Spock let his gaze move slowly across her body. He admired each curve and dip; astonished at how lovely she looked wrapped in nervous anticipation.

"You know, this is a bit awkward-you dressed and me naked."

Spock stood and took her hand in his. "Would you prefer if I were to undress?"

She frowned. "I supposed not."

He kissed her hand and then led her to his bedroom. He turned on the lights and set the illumination just bright enough to chase away the dark.

Spock left Nyota to find a comfortable position on top his neatly made bed. He used the time to remove his dark uniform jacket and to compose his erratic thoughts. Then he went to the chair situated across from the bed and sat.

He had a clear view of Nyota reclining against his pillows, her pert breasts pointing upward and her thighs slightly parted. Her eyes were fixed on him and she seemed to be waiting for him to give the go ahead.

"Close your eyes," he commanded, his voice carefully modulated. "Good, relax your body, starting with your toes then move upwards."

Spock watched her and saw that she followed his instructions. He could see it in the way her fingers let go of the sheets, her breathing slowed and the muscles in her face loosened up.

"Now," he continued, "take yourself to that comfortable place you normally inhabit when you touch yourself. Do not move. Simply immerse yourself in the yearning that drove your actions."

As he expected, her heart rate increased once more, and a fine tremble caught his keen vision. Before him, she lay, beautiful as her arousal grew and her lush scent permeated the entire room.

"What do you want, Nyota?"

Breathless, she responded, "Want. I...I...want to start."

Adjusting to ease some of the tension in his own body, he said, "Proceed."

And proceed she did. Spock watched in rapt fascination as her hands boldly moved across her flat stomach. They caressed each taut line and then moved to play with her breasts. He noted the way her breathing hitched as she pulled roughly on one nipple and the sigh that followed when she soothed it with soft strokes.

Awash in her desires, a soft moan left Nyota's lips and her legs parted further. Spock closed his eyes briefly to the tempting sight of her wet folds. He needed a moment, just a moment to resist the lure her. He reminded himself that this was about her and that he would find his relief later.

Nyota's fingers crept southward until they found her sex. She was so wantonly gorgeous with each stroke, pinch and press of her fingers. Her body lifted, shifted and tensed as she pushed herself closer to climax. All the while, her eyes remained closed to him and world around her.

Spock gripped the arms of his chair when a particularly loud moan filled the air, and two of her fingers sunk deep within her body. She trembled and faintly just above the rushing of his own blood, Spock heard, "Touch me, please. Need to come."

He was not clear whether she was truly begging him for her release or whether it was the version of him that inhabited her fantasy. But really, at this point, Spock did not care. She asked for his assistance and he was going to render it.

On silent feet, he walked to the bed and sat beside Nyota. Watching the frantic movement of her hands, he leaned forward and grasped her nipples between his fingers. He pulled and rolled them and her eyes flew open.

And then it happened. Her whole body jolted and she tumbled over into oblivion.

Spock took hold of Nyota's shaking hands and brought them to his face. He inhaled deeply and then began to lick them clean of her essence. Eyes wide, she watched him enjoy the taste of her. He did not stop until he had devoured every last drop.

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