The BLTS Archive - Passion Flower
by Femme Noire (femmenoire9@yahoo.com)

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it.

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Beta: the one and only Vulcanprincess (thank you!)

Warnings:  lotsa sex talk here

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Uhura gazed up at what had to be the most sky she'd ever seen. She
stared at the two suns that hung low in the sky illuminating the
valley below. Nature's palette had graced Velar VI with a lushness of
color that was simply breathtaking, which was probably why the
lieutenant found herself sighing contently as she looked out from the
balcony of the Central Administration building.

She heard light footsteps behind her.  Glancing over her shoulder, she
saw Commander Spock gracefully striding over to meet her. "Morning,
sir," she said pleasantly. "How go the negotiations?"

Spock stood next to her, arms folded behind his back, quietly enjoying
the scenery. "Quite well, lieutenant. The Velarians have signed onto
to the trade agreements. The Federation will now have access to all
major trade routes in this quadrant." He paused momentarily. "Your
work with the translators enabled negotiations to progress faster than
anticipated. It is well known that the Velarian language is quite
challenging for outsiders to grasp effectively. Your assistance has
allowed us to finish three point two hours ahead of schedule."

Uhura allowed herself a small smile of pride at the Vulcan's comments.
"Wonderful. I take it then that my services will not be needed for the
rest of the afternoon?"

Spock raised an eyebrow. "I believe it is fair to say, lieutenant,
that your presence is no longer required for today."

"Excellent! One of the aides to the Velarian delegation told me there
is a tour going on of some of the local foliage in bloom at the
arboretum. This planet is truly gorgeous...luscious even."

That particular adjective caused both of Spock's eyebrows to rise.
"Indeed. The biodiversity of local plant life is quite fascinating.
In addition to being visually stunning, the flora also provides a
thriving basis for agricultural development. I hope to study Velarian
cultivation techniques."

"Hm." Uhura turned towards the science officer with a smile. "Would
you like to join me, Mr. Spock? I'd love the company..."

Spock considered the invitation. Viewing the local foliage would be
both aesthetically and scientifically stimulating, and further, while
he would be loathe to admit it in front of Dr. McCoy, he did enjoy the
company of some of his crewmembers, Ms. Uhura being one of them.

"Yes, lieutenant. I will join you. A tour of local vegetation should
provide valuable data for future research."

Uhura chuckled, "And who knows, you might even enjoy the view. How
about we meet back here at 1300 hours?"

"That is acceptable. I will see you then."

---

They strolled down a cobbled walkway surrounded by all the natural
beauty Velar VI had to offer. The plants and trees came in all shapes
and sizes. One tree resembled a large sea anemone from Earth. Another
had long thin branches of a pale lavender color that swayed in the
breeze. Something about the way the branches were shaped caused the
wind to almost 'sing' as it passed through.  And the flowers! Uhura
was utterly entranced by them. They came in every color, from delicate
pastels to deep jewel tones.  They were bathed in scents that were
nothing short of heavenly.

The beauty of the place was not lost on either of them as they
strolled through the arboretum. Spock would stop occasionally to
access some of the automated data on specimens while Uhura would gaze
whimsically at them, occasionally leaning in to breath in their scent.
The place was pretty damn romantic, she thought ruefully. Too bad all
that mushy emotional stuff would be lost on her handsome superior
officer.  She caught herself staring at him when he was engrossed in
the data holos. Gods, he was attractive. She began to feel a little
warm under the collar. If there was even the slightest chance...  She
sighed, knowing there wasn't. Ah well, it just wasn't meant to be. So
instead she focused on enjoying the scenery.

"Beautiful, isn't it Mr. Spock?"

He was standing in front of an amazing flower. It had many delicate
petals, all of them a beautiful shade of green. The center was a dark
emerald color that glittered in the light of the setting suns.

He glanced at her quickly. "Indeed it is. This particular variety is
quite rare. It blooms only once every ten cycles. It is valued not
only for its beauty, but is highly prized by perfumers."

"Is it?" Uhura leaned in to catch its bouquet. She was entranced. Upon
closer investigation she could see that the center had blue
undertones, which gave it its depth of color. She could see the pollen
sparkling under her nose. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

Spock looked at her expression of obvious enjoyment. She looked at
home amongst the natural array of beauty. Indeed, he noted that she
put the flowers to shame.

He was jolted out of his reverie by Uhura's startled cry. She had
stumbled back from the flower, her hand in a defensive gesture in
front of her face.

He rushed to her side. "Lieutenant, are you alright?" he inquired
urgently.

"I'm fine, just surprised me there." Her eyes were closed and her brow
furrowed. He could see a significant amount of blue-green pollen on
her face.

"It just kind of exploded. Maybe I triggered its self-defense
mechanism. Serves me right," she joked as she tried to brush the
pollen off her face.  That was proving increasingly difficult, as the
pollen seemed to stick to her skin and uniform.

"Unlikely. It is probably a mechanism to facilitate pollination. Let
me be of assistance." Spock pulled a handkerchief from his pocket,
tilted her face up towards him and attempted to remove the pollen.

Uhura's head was spinning, partially due to embarrassment at being
this close to Spock. She could feel his breath on her cheek. The
pollen too, was doing a number on her. The smell of the stuff was
heady.  It was sweet, like honey and spice. Intoxicating...

When he had removed as much of the pollen as he could, he put the
handkerchief away. Uhura opened her eyes. She stared at him intently
as her lips parted. His scent was almost as provocative as the pollen.

"Um, thank sir," she fumbled. His closeness was affecting her in
strange ways. She felt suddenly flushed and a little wobbly. "I think
I need to sit down for a minute."

Guiding her by the elbow, Spock led her to a nearby bench. The heat of
his body seemed far more noticeable to her now. She shook her head,
trying to clear it.

"Perhaps we should cut short our tour and seek medical assistance.
Ingestion of alien flora could be harmful."

She shook him off. "No, no, I'm fine. I checked before we came to see
if anything here would be poisonous. I'm just need a moment for my
head to clear."

"Still, lieutenant, I think it would be wise for us to check with
doc--"

"Spock!" she exclaimed, exasperated. She put her hand on his thigh and
said authoritatively, "I am fine. Stop fussing!"

Spock startled inwardly at her touch. It was not as unpleasant as it
was unexpected. His brows furrowed. He worried that Uhura was having
an allergic reaction to the pollen, but he did not want to push her in
her current state. He would see that she got to the infirmary once
they returned to the Enterprise.

"All right." He relented. "May I suggest then that we return to the
Administration building?"

"Yes." She took a deep breath. "Yeah, that would be good." She stood
up and walked towards the Arboretum entrance.

Illogical, Spock thought.

---

When proceedings were over, the delegation from the Enterprise
returned to the ship. On the shuttle, Spock noted Uhura touching the
back of her hand to her forehead several times. She looked flushed. As
they exited the shuttle he asked her again if she wished to go to the
infirmary. To his surprise, this time she acquiesced.

McCoy gave her a full work up. Although her temperature and blood
pressure were slightly elevated, nothing was seriously wrong. McCoy
confirmed Spock's initial prognosis-- she was indeed having an
allergic reaction to the pollen, but nothing life threatening. "Think
of it as the Velarian equivalent of hay fever," McCoy joked. He gave
her an antihistamine and told her to take it easy for the next couple
of days.

Despite her clean bill of health, Uhura noticed something...off. She
was becoming progressively more distracted as the day wore on. And she
was hot. Very hot. And it wasn't just from the low-grade fever she was
running.  She found herself staring at her male crewmembers longer
than she should. To be specific, it was one crewmember in particular
that drew her gaze, and he was right there, to her left, leaning over
his science station.

The thought of him alone was enough to make her wet. She thought of
how masterfully he moved between computers, hands often working
independently of each other. She thought harder of what she'd like
those hands to do. How would they feel on her skin, her neck, her
breasts, her stomach. And lower...how would he feel down there? How
would his heat feel when mingled with her own as he--

"Lieutenant!"

Uhura broke out of her fantasy to see the object of her desires
standing before her, a distinct look of irritation on his face.

"Uh, sorry sir. Um, what were you saying?"

Spock gave her a dower look and repeated himself. He was asking about
the maintenance schedule for the communications array. He was still
talking...but she couldn't hear him. Her eyes were riveted on his
mouth. His lips looked so soft, so succulent, so--

"Ms. Uhura! Are you listening?"

She shook it off, or tried to, with little success. "Uh, yes sir.
Regular maintenance and repairs have been scheduled for next week."
She looked down, attempting to compose herself. She inhaled deeply and
looked up. "Is there anything else, sir?"

Spock pondered the woman in front of him. Uhura was one of the best
officers of he knew. She was exceedingly qualified in her area and
always the very picture of efficiency and decorum. Today, however, was
another story. She was noticeably unable to concentrate on her tasks,
and more than that she seemed to be in some distress. Her respiration
was elevated. She was flushed, and could see a light sheen of sweat on
her forehead. And then there was the way she looked at him.  It more
than what his human colleagues called a 'come hither' look. It was a
look of pure hunger.

He glanced quickly around the bridge before leaning in closer.
"Lieutenant," he breathed, "You seem to be unwell. Are you still
feeling the effects of the pollen?"

"I... I don't know sir," she stammered. "I have been feeling a
little..." insanely horny! her mind screamed, "...strange. Perhaps I
should go back to sickbay."

"I think that would be wise. You are hereby relieved of duty until
further notice."

"Thank you sir." She removed her earpiece and closed out her station
before stepping to the turbolift with two other crewmen. She stared at
the doors as they closed for the express reason of keeping out any
images of a steamy threesome in the lift with the two men behind her.
It didn't work.

Spock watched as the lieutenant left. He could smell some remnants of
the pollen in her wake, along with a distinct pheromonal signature
that was 'compelling' to say the least. He stared at the doors for
several moments after they were closed. He would have to examine the
data he received from Velarian botanists about the flower they had
encountered. Perhaps he should check in on the lieutenant after his
shift.

---

Nyota ran her fingers through her hair. Frustrated, she laid on her
bed in shorts and a t-shirt, staring up at the ceiling. She'd gone to
McCoy to describe her 'symptoms' as such. That had been one of the
most humiliating discussions of her life. Thank the gods the good
doctor could be counted on to maintain his professionalism, not to
mention her privacy.  After a small excess of blinking, it was up on
the biobed for another work up. Still nothing. Since her symptoms were
not life threatening or severe, he was reluctant to prescribe anything
that might interact with the pollen. He took her off active duty for
two days and told her to relax and ride it out.

She grimaced. Ride it out he says. The only riding she wanted to do
was astride a strong and flexible crewman. She took a shaky breath.
She had attempted to relieve her frustration herself, but the only
thing she accomplished was making it worse. In light of the success on
Velar VI, the administrators had planned a celebration gala for their
Starfleet guests. Ordinarily she'd love to attend, but her current
state she was afraid she'd ravish one of the male attendees and cause
an intergalactic incident.

Maybe she should go to the gymnasium. It was sure to be empty at this
time. Maybe she could work off this fever that had her in its grip.

Her door chimed. She sat up. Who the hell could that be? As far as she
new most of the crew was on the planet. She sat up and placed her feet
on the floor. "Come."

Spock slowly entered the room. She stood up and walked towards him.
"Commander," she said carefully. "To what do I owe this pleasant
surprise? Can I get you some, uh, tea?"

"Thank you lieutenant, but I require nothing. I came to inquire as to
your condition."

"Oh. I'm fine. Thanks for asking. McCoy says there's nothing wrong
with me, nothing serious anyway. I am experiencing some...
aftereffects of the pollen it seems, but it's nothing. I mean, it's
not nothing, but it's not anything serious... Are you sure you
wouldn't like some tea?" She was babbling and she knew it, but she was
unable to stop herself. The room seemed far too small to have the two
of them in it. She was ridiculously aware of closeness of her bed.

Spock regarded her intently from under hooded lids. The room was laden
with the scent he tasted only briefly on the bridge. Rich, spicy and
charged with pheromones, it left him a bit lightheaded. His chest felt
suddenly tight. Whatever the effect the flower was having on her, she
was having a similar effect on him.

With an effort, he calmed himself. He was a Vulcan and a Starfleet
Officer. He would act accordingly. "No lieutenant, I am fine. It is
not my condition that is of concern to me. You still seem...
unsettled. Is there anything you require"

Uhura bit her lip. What she required was right in front of her, close
enough to touch. All she had to do was reach out and touch...

She moved closer to him, close enough for her breasts to graze his
chest.  The contact sent a jolt through her, melting the last of her
restraint. "There is...something... you could do," she said slowly,
her voice low.

Spock stood motionless, his face unreadable. She pressed herself
against him, reaching up to touch his chest, his neck, and his face.
Wrapping her hands around his neck, she murmured low against his cheek
"I... think I know what I need... I need you. Now." She stretched up
and brushed her lips against his, tentatively at first, then hungrily.
She wanted to devour him, every inch.

 He felt her small hands roaming his body.  I should stop this, he
thought. She is not herself.  To his horror, his body was responding.
His cock twitched the moment she touched him, and was rapidly
hardening to its full length. This is not right, he thought. When her
lips touched his, he felt a fire long asleep smoldered into life. I am
Vulcan, he thought, I am the first officer of the Enterprise. I cannot
do this...

Grabbing her by the forearms he broke the kiss, thrusting her
violently back. She struggled against his grasp, her eyes glazed,
showing only a desperate hunger for him.

"Ms. Uhura!" Spock's voice was raspy, to his own ears. He had no idea
how he must sound to her. Uhura's head snapped up at the sound of her
name. Momentarily her eyes cleared and she blinked. By the gods --
what had she done? How could she have let her emotions get away from
her like this? She'd all but forced herself on a colleague, a superior
officer no less.  She'd thrown herself at Spock, the one man on whom
amorous desire was not only wasted, but was actually an extremely
distasteful emotional display... Spock, her friend who she respected
and admired... Spock who had slowly over time let her in, past the
walls of distance and propriety.  Shame and embarrassment overwhelmed
her. What had she done?

She stepped back quickly. "I... I am sorry, Mr. Spock. Please forgive
me. I don't know what came over me. I can't seem to control..." She
stopped herself. She couldn't look at him. "I'm sorry."

Spock gazed at his friend in crisis and wanted to tell her how he knew
full well what it was to be in the grip of an overwhelming lust, that
he knew her shame and that he did not blame her. But he did not trust
himself to speak. The blood was ringing in his ears as he tried to
quench the fire she had brought to life within him. "Ms. Uhura," he
began gently.

Oh no, she thought. Was that pity in his voice? Not only had he
witnessed her pathetic display, he was now going to explain exactly
why it was so pathetic. He was Vulcan, and therefore could not respond
in the way that she so desperately needed.  She had sunk to a new low,
one she couldn't take. "No, Mr. Spock. You don't have to say anymore.
I will report myself to the captain for conduct unbecoming."

Spock paused, regaining equilibrium. "I do not believe that is
necessary, Nyota."

Her name. He'd used her first name. A tear slipped unbidden from her
eyelash and fell down her cheek. Her emotions were a whirlwind within
her. She felt like she was bursting inside. "As you wish, sir. I think
it would be best now if you left."

Spock straightened and opened his mouth as if to say something, then
quietly closed it quietly. There was so much he wished to say, but
words failed him. They stood together in the silence for several
moments until he said, "Perhaps that would be best."  Quietly, he
turned and left.

Uhura crumpled onto her bed, hugging her pillow. She didn't think she
could ever feel any worse than she did right now.  The worst part was
that through the depths of her embarrassment and sorrow, the hunger
still plagued her. The fever still burned, unabated.

Why oh why had she acted that way with him? If it had been anyone else
she would have at least had a shot-- a damn good shot at that. Just
because she was a Starfleet officer did not mean she had no appeal to
the opposite sex. Quite the opposite actually; she was more likely to
be fending off advances than making them herself. She brushed the
tears from her face and sat up. Like it or not, she was stuck with the
situation. Things had gone dismally with Spock, but maybe she'd had
the right idea. It was obvious she couldn't function properly until
this fire in her was sated. So... sate it she would.

Getting up, she walked purposefully to her closet. In light of the
success of the negotiations and the beauty of the planet, the captain
had authorized shore leave for eligible crewmembers. Consequently,
uniforms were not required. Reaching farther back into the closet she
pulled out a stunning dress the color of deep azure. It was backless,
held together only by a sparkling clasp at the neck, and it had a slit
up the side of dangerous heights. She was off duty for two days...why
not make them count?

---

The celebration planet-side was far grander than she'd imagined. The
Velarian Administration Building was an architectural marvel. It was
functional as well as beautiful. Uhura stepped through a crystalline
archway to enter the hospitality room. The main room branched off into
smaller rooms, all of which were connected by hallways and open-air
balconies that allowed in the balmy night, as well as a magnificent
view of the gardens below.

Uhura immediately made a beeline away from the Enterprise personnel
clustered in the main area.  This was not a night to hold herself in
check, and she'd rather avoid becoming a topic for the Enterprise
rumor mill if she could help it.

She ordered a drink at one of the many floating bars and began to
relax. There were many attractive people moving about the party. With
so many prospects within her reach, she began to enjoy the headiness
that accompanied the fever. Getting off the ship was a good idea
indeed.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone gesturing to her. She
turned to see two men sitting at a table. The one waving to her was an
aide to the Velarian trade delegation, the same one who had told her
about the Arboretum tour. He was a tall with dark hair, a dusky
complexion, quite muscular, and definitely easy on the eyes. His
friend was fairer than he, golden hair, and caramel skin, tall and
equally beautiful. She chuckled to herself; they reminded her of
another gorgeous pair she knew. Having taken in the full view of her
and her azure dress clinging to every curve, both men were now
gesturing her over to their table. She slowly glided over to their
table. Thank the gods for the accessibility of easy prey. They would
do nicely.

---

Back on the Enterprise, Spock sat, contemplative, in his quarters. The
events of this afternoon had been troubling, in every sense of the
word. Both work and meditation eluded him. He replayed the scene over
and over in his mind. He interlaced his fingers, slowly bringing his
index fingers to his lips as he closed his eyes. The feel of her
flooded back to him. Her words reverberated in his ears still.

I need you...I need you now.

In her the grip of her fever, he desired him. She was not Vulcan, they
were not bondmates, and yet she had professed a longing for him,
something his own wife had never done. Wife. Even though Spock had not
spoken the word aloud, it caught in his throat. T'Pring's rejection
haunted him even now.  She had rejected him on every level, shutting
him out of her mind even before she shut him out of her life and
almost killing him and Kirk in the process.

I need you... now.

She did not know what those words meant to him, to be desired by
someone so lovely, so brilliant... it almost made his head spin.  Yet
he had refused her. It was for her own good, he told himself. She was
under the effect of a foreign substance, after all. It would have been
improper. Surely it was the only logical decision. His brow furrowed.
Though his reading of human emotion was often inaccurate, he knew he
had hurt her deeply with his rejection. Having experienced that
particular pain himself, it was the very last thing he wished to do.

Spock sighed. If it was the logical decision, then why did it trouble
him so?

He could not leave the situation unresolved. "Computer, what is the
current location of Lieutenant Uhura?"

The computer chimed in, "Lieutenant Uhura is not aboard the
Enterprise."

Spock's eyebrows shot up. She was not on the ship. Logically that
would mean that she was attending the celebration on the planet.

He stood up suddenly, agitated. She was no doubt seeking someone to do
what he would not. Another man to touch her, to fill her, to savor
her.

His fist slammed down on the desk hard enough to knock several of his
belongings onto the floor. He closed his eyes in an effort to regain
control. When he opened them, he was resolute. Spock left his quarters
and immediately strode hurriedly to the transporter room.

---

Uhura's laughter chimed through the air over the sound of glasses
clinking. This was the third round of drinks. After talking briefly
about the virtues of Saurian brandy, her hosts insisted that she try
some of the beverages native to Velar VI. They started with truly
unique champagne-like drink that gave them all a dose of good cheer.
They'd progressed to a local wine, and now a fruit brandy. With each
round, all three became freer with their hands. As she leaned in to
hear what golden boy was saying, his hand stroking her arm, she could
feel his darksome friend stroking her lower back as well. He was
telling her about a particular cordial from the provinces that
achieved its peak flavor, in his opinion, when licked directly from
the skin. She looked from one to the other and leaned in and answered
in a low voice, "Why don't we test that theory?"

That was the point at which the delegation aid told her that a bank of
rooms had been reserved for Starfleet personnel who wanted to spend
the night planetside. Uhura and the delegation aid acquired the room,
and golden boy ordered a bottle of the liqueur he spoke of to be sent
up. The three of them met up at the lift. Thank the gods their room
was close. They were entangled in an embrace for long after they had
arrived at their floor. She lost track of the hands caressing her
breasts, her ass, slipping under the delicate fabric of her dress.
Conscious thought was leaving her as she melted into a haze of
sensation and touch. By the time they finally made it inside the room,
she felt like her fever was burning white-hot.  She felt lips on her
neck and brought them quickly to her hungry mouth.

Spock stalked the hallways like a predator. When he could not find
Uhura at the party, one of the administrative personnel politely
informed him that she had procured a room. He involuntarily ground his
teeth together. He had not thought through a course of action. He
didn't know what he would do, and he didn't care.  He simply had to
get to her.

He arrived at the door at the same time the hospitality attendant did,
bottle in tow. He looked hard at the young man, took the bottle and
sent him on his way. Turning towards the door, he activated the door
chimes.

The lights were low, but Spock was able to distinguish three figures
in the middle of the room-- Uhura between two men. One of them was
kissing her deeply while the other caressed her from behind, his hands
working towards the clasp of her dress.

Before they could even register his presence in the room, Spock seized
the dark-haired man kissing Uhura and flung him towards the wall. He
pushed the other away as well. For a stunned moment, Uhura stood
gaping at him, unsure of what had just happened. As comprehension
dawned, her face quickly colored with anger. Before she could speak,
Spock turned to face the two bewildered men and coldly stated, "The
lieutenant and I have a confidential matter to discuss. Your presence
is no longer required."

The two men looked from him to Uhura. She nodded at them without
breaking Spock's gaze. They exited, post-haste.

Uhura could feel herself literally shaking with anger.  This was just
too much. She advanced on him menacingly, despite the disparity in
their respective heights. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
she spat. "How dare you barge in here, interrupt my privacy, throw out
my guests. . ."

"Your 'guests' only sought to take advantage of you."

"Advantage?" she interrupted, incensed. "Goes to show what you know.
Did it ever occur to you that I was taking 'advantage' of them?"

He had indeed considered that. "Nonetheless," he continued, "it is
obvious you are still suffering the effects of the pollen--"

She scoffed loudly at that.  "Look, I have not lost my mind, nor am I
suffering from any mania you need to protect me from. What you can't
seem to understand is that the pollen isn't the cause of this. If
anything, it only amplified what was already there. I know you may not
understand emotion, but let me tell you this: I am a grown woman, and
I do not need  --nor do I desire-- your protection."

Spock stood silently staring at the angry woman in front of him. He
found himself at a loss; her anger was undoubtedly justified, and even
more troubling, he could not find any logical basis for his actions.
Even so, he could not help but be awed by her-- she was marvelous,
even in the midst of her fury, sparkling like a jewel most precious.

Fuming, blood ringing in her ears, Uhura tried to take a deep breath.
She closed her eyes for a moment, still tingling in the aftermath of
those passionate caresses. Vulcan or not, how could he deny her what
she needed so badly? Exhaling shakily, she looked deep into the dark
eyes in front of her.

"Spock, you made your feelings abundantly clear on the ship. I was
wrong to put you in that position, but that doesn't give you the right
to interfere. Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to retrieve my
guests."

Spock made no move to get out of her way.  She was almost touching him
now, close enough for him to inhale her scent, pheromones making him
dizzy once again. He would not...he could not let her leave.

His silence only antagonized her more. She tried to brush past him
only to feel a vise-like grip on her upper arm. The contact sent a
jolt throughout her body.  "Let me go!" she demanded, trying to jerk
her arm away from him, but his grip remained firm. She felt almost
frantic and began to struggle for real. Abruptly he drew her close to
him, close enough for her to feel his heat as well as the growing
hardness between his legs. For a moment she was at a loss. Breathing
hard, she looked up at him. She wanted to tell him that if he wouldn't
give her what she wanted then to get the hell out of her way so she
could find it elsewhere. She wanted to tell him how angry she was at
his rejection. She wanted to yell at him, hit him, hurt him, anything
to communicate her utter frustration and wanting.  "You don't
understand need," she whispered.

"Uhura," he breathed, bringing his fingers to her face, "I understand
far more than you would imagine."

As his fingers settled onto the contact points his first sensation was
an almost blinding haze of emotion-- anger, agitation, and above all,
a very deep-seated lust. He continued to probe, gently but firmly
pressing through her mind, trying to see through the mental ephemera
to something deeper. There. He could sense it, finally. Underneath the
haze of emotion brought to the surface by the pollen were her feelings
for him.  They were not merely manufactured by the pollen, as he had
feared.  Uhura truly desired him.  She had desired him for some time
in fact, but had held back because she thought he was unattainable.
Over time, this desire had coalesced into a comfortable feeling of
friendship and respect. But it was there, and it was genuine.

Internally Spock rejoiced. He felt like a weight had been removed from
him and that was no longer required by duty or propriety to hold
himself in check. He removed his hand and stared down at her. She had
felt his query, his joy and his own longing; it made her breathless.
For a moment she was absolutely still, her lips parted and eyes
closed. Then she opened them to gaze up at him. She was elated-- he
did want her! She wrapped her arms around his neck moaning slightly as
she reached up to devour his mouth. Uhura pressed herself into him;
she wanted to feel every inch of his body. He returned her kiss with
just as much ardor, running his hands up and down her fevered body.

Uhura brought her hands to his chest, lingering over his nipples
before diving down to release his sizable erection. Spock caught her
wrists, pinning them at her sides. "Spock..." she moaned as he sank to
his knees in front of her.

Releasing her wrists, he parted her dress, pushing the fabric up over
her hips. Leaning forward, he nuzzled her through the silken
undergarments she wore. She was so very wet... he inhaled her heady
scent deeply while stroking her through the damp silk. Uhura leaned
forward, holding onto his shoulder for support. Vaguely she was aware
that her balance was not what it should be and thought she might fall
on the floor, but she didn't care. This was too good, too wonderful,
to bother worry about such things.

Quickly divesting her of the damp silk, Spock ran his hands up and
down her legs and ass. Her skin was smooth and warm. One arm steadied
her at the swell of her hip while the other aided his further
exploration. He parted her lower lips slowly with his finger,
revealing her dusky folds and swollen clit. Logic demanded that he
give it attention.  He nuzzled the sensitive nub while stroking her
moistened slit with his fingers.  She moaned, running her fingers
through his hair, urging him forward. He teased her with his lips,
kissing and nipping at her folds before lapping at her clit in
earnest.  He moved his hand lower to slip one, then two fingers inside
her. She moaned, feeling a strong and insistent throbbing deep inside
her. It felt good to give into it, to have to hold back no longer.

Uhura could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching. He fucked her so
skillfully with his fingers, slowly thrusting them inside her down to
the knuckle. That, combined with the ministrations of his tongue was
pushing her over the edge. She bit her lip; the feeling was
indescribable. She leaned forward, grabbing his hair to pull him to
her as she rode his face. Her climax hit her like a sledgehammer. Face
contorted, she let out a cry of pure ecstasy, digging her nails deep
into his shoulder as she came.

Not a moment later he gathered her up in his arms and moved to the
bed. Hungry kisses of gratitude rained down upon him. Uhura could
taste herself on his lips. She wanted to feel more of him. Both
uniform and evening dress floated to the floor as she straddled him,
tasting the flesh of his lips, his neck, and his chest. She moved down
to his cock, smiling under hooded lids as she rubbed its generous
length in her face. He smelled wonderful. She cupped his balls in one
hand, while wrapping the other around the thick shaft.  Gazing up at
him, she licked her lips and brought them down to his cock. He could
feel her hot breath; her mouth was so close, but not touching.  He
growled in frustration. Looking down and seeing a slight smile at the
corners of her open mouth, he realized she was teasing him. "Nyota..."
he croaked. That was all the urging she needed. She started at the
base of his cock, slowly licking upwards. Still massaging his balls,
she licked the entire shaft, pausing to swirl her tongue around the
head. He tasted wonderful too! Spock resisted the urge to grab her by
the hair and bring her down on him fully. It was his turn now to be
breathless and agitated. Somewhere in the back of his mind part of him
pondered how ironic it would be for him to have survived numerous
dangerous missions only to die of a heart attack from the attentions
of one petite little woman.  Her tongue grazed the ridges of his cock,
sending shocks through him. Nyota was a talented linguist, indeed.

Finally she relented, swallowing his cock down to the hilt. He groaned
loudly. Her mouth was so warm and wet. Only his Vulcan control allowed
him to avoid climaxing immediately. He did not want this to end yet,
and neither did she. She sucked him with obvious relish. She loved the
feeling of him in her mouth. She could feel him growing even harder.
Lovingly, she savored every luscious inch of him.

Abruptly she pulled away from him. Spock opened his mouth to protest
until she moved up to straddle his hips and sank down on his throbbing
erection. Gods, she thought, yes, yes. This was what she had wanted,
had needed so desperately. Her head lolled back in pure pleasure. She
rode him with small movements at first, her hips rocking slowly back
and forth. She felt his hands clamp down on her ass, pulling her
towards him as he thrust up inside her. He stared up at her in awe.
What other creature in the universe had ever made him feel this way?
He grasped her tighter as she made little noises of pleasure. Uhura
responded by grinding down on him more, feeling deliciously impaled on
his beautiful cock.

She felt the slow build up again. Placing her hands on his chest, she
began riding him more vigorously, blindly going for her own pleasure.
Sweat glistened down her back from her exertions. She rode him hard,
rising up until he almost slipped out of her before slamming down
again. Again and again she slammed into him until suddenly she
stiffened.  Arching her back, she came again, hard. Remotely she
registered the sound of her own voice echoing throughout the room.

Coming down, she fell onto his chest, placing fevered kisses there.
Spock brushed his fingers along her temple, briefly savoring her
rapture before rolling her off him. A little moan of disappointment
issued from her throat at the momentary lack of contact. He rolled her
onto her stomach, pulled her to her knees and entered her from behind
with one powerful thrust. His cock felt amazing from this angle. Still
spasming, she felt another orgasm on the horizon.  Lost in her senses,
all she could do was moan as he fucked her, his strokes coming hard
and fast. Feeling her quiver beneath him spurred him on. Spock pounded
her with a ferocity he didn't know he had. Feeling his own climax
imminent, he sat back on his heels, pulling her with him with
forcefully. Holding her in place as his hips bucked, he roared as they
came together. He wrapped his arms around her, biting her neck softly
as their spasms subsided.

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Sunlight poured in through the room's one large window. Uhura sighed
contentedly, waking up to that particular combination of exhaustion
and soreness that comes from a night of mind-blowing pleasure.  She
looked up to see two soft Vulcan eyes regarding her sweetly.

She smiled shyly. "Morning..."

"Actually it is well into the afternoon." He leaned in to kiss her.

"Oh my," she said, surveying their surroundings. "Um, what happened to
the room?"

The suite looked like it had been the victim of a mild earthquake.
Linen and pillows from the bed were everywhere. The elegant drapes
that had framed the window were askew. Various objects were strewn
about the floor, and the table in the corner lay ruined, propped up by
only two of its four legs.

"I think it is accurate to say that 'we' happened to the room." The
sides of Spock's mouth tugged upward in what she knew to be his
version of a smile.

"Oh," she chuckled. She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest.
"And here I thought my chandelier-swinging days were over."

"There was no chandelier involved, Nyota. However, if you require one,
perhaps we should seek to procure one in the future."

She grinned stupidly to herself as he said her name. She didn't know
why, but it made her happy to hear him say it.

"The future, huh? Does that mean that you've accepted that all this
wasn't the result of pollen-induced delusions?"

"Indeed I have." He put his arm around her as she nestled in closer to
him. "Although I do believe the flower does merit further study. I
will have to contact the proper authorities to see about securing a
specimen."

"Oh really? And I suppose you want it for sake of scientific inquiry
alone?"

"Certainly," he said, his almost-smile still in place. "After all," he
murmured, leaning in towards her lips, "as science officer I would be
remiss if I did not study its effects further. Such a study should
yield some most stimulating results..."

She sighed between kisses. "Mm. Well we wouldn't want to stand in
the way of science, would we?"

"Indeed."

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The End