My Commanding Officer

By Thomas Schiff and Pasha

Spock had come to return Cadet Uhura's PADD. She had invited him into the room and to his utter dismay and slight confusion he had accepted. He suddenly wondered why as he stood awkwardly in the doorway holding said PADD and very successfully hiding his feeling of awkwardness.

Uhura smiled and flitted about her room. She had some files that she knew her Commander could use. She silently cursed Gaila for leaving such a mess in their shared room. She felt kinda special knowing that her Commander would only come and visit his top students.

'I should give her her PADD make a polite excuse and leave.' Spock thought to himself. 'It isn't proper for me to be in one of my students dorms.' His mind was racing a mile a minute, going through the logistics of staying and the logistics of him leaving wondering which would out weigh the other.

She stopped her rummaging, internally panicked. 'Should I offer him something? I have some coffee I think. If Gaila didn't finish it all. Did she pick up some biscuits?' She blushed, trying not to think of the Commander sitting about making niceties over a cup of coffee... She struggled for something to say.

Spock slowly stepped into the room around the small frosted glass wall. He placed the PADD on a near by desk.

"I... suppose I should return to my classroom then." Spock said though he didn't make a move to leave.

Uhura hovered by her bed, her eyes dancing about for any excuse to keep him here, with her.

"Cake!"

Spock almost visably flinched from her sudden outburst.

"Say again?" He said thinking he misunderstood her.

A sudden blush flooded her face.

"Uhh... we have some cake. If you are hungry that is, Commander. It is past the designated lunch hour. You know... if you want..."

"That would be..." He paused not knowing the proper termanology he should use. "Satisfactory." He said finally.

She did her best to conceal her joy, and scurried off to make some coffee in their tiny kitchenette. Calling behind her.

"Please Commander, make yourself comfortable."

Spock moved to Uhura's bed and sat down though he sat properly like the gentleman he was raised to be. He looked, to say the least, proper, but not comfortable.

Uhura couldn't help but grin when she saw him there.

"Coffee... Commander?"

She always called him 'Spock' in her mind, she always prayed it wouldn't slip out into their ordinary conversation.

"No." He said simply. "I do not drink caffeine. While it is a good stimulant to keep ones self awake it has a negative effect on ones brain development." He said. "Though I won't think any differently on you, of course, if you have one."

She shrugged and returned to the kitchen. It was hard trying not to sound like a child when she spoke with the Commander. She wished she could know how he was feeling. She knew he had a lot of feelings and emotions, that he kept safely locked up under that pristine black uniform...

Spock waited patiently for Uhura to return. He had a lot of conflicting emotions at the moment but was hiding them as per usual.

Uhura brought in her sugary coffee and a glass of water for him.

"I... I think Gaila finished all the food in the place."

'Please don't leave, please don't leave.'

"That's alright." He said taking the water from her hands. He took a sip and nearly choaked on it. It was colder then he had expected it to be and it was a bit of a shock to his system. He recovered quickly though and calmly put the glass down. Because Vulcan was such a warm planet most water, even with cooling systems, wasn't nearly as cold as water on earth and he was still yet to become accustomed to this new planet.

She hovered beside Gaila's bed, not sure whether she should sit beside him or opposite him. If she embarrassed herself here, she could never look him in the eye again.

"Are you... alright, Commander?"

"Yes I'm... fine." He said though he hated using that word it was the only one he could come up with for how he was at the current moment. Hopefully she wouldn't take the word to literally as all Vulcans did and just assumed that he was in fact well.

She shoved her mug onto the messy bedside table, still not sure if she should sit down or not...

"Would you prefer... something else?"

"No it'll warm up in a bit." He said knowing that the temperature of the room would bring it down quickly. It was nearing the end of the school year and while not as hot as Vulcan it was still hot out. The air conditioning in the girls dorm area had broken down and while it wasn't sweltering nor uncomfortable still would serve enough purpose.

Uhura settled on the bed beside him, her legs swinging off the edge of the bed and sipped her coffee. She usually enjoyed their comfortable silences, but this was different, it was like there was something unspoken and awkward between them all of a sudden and she didn't like it.

Spock picked up the glass again and took a small sip. It was still overly cold but it was tolerable.

She didn't look up at him, still nursing her coffee, wondering how they ever managed to get into this utterly bizarre situation.

"Have you finished that essay Professor Robinson assigned yet?" He asked. Ever since Spock had come to Star Fleet him and the Professor had been at odds. The man constantly badgered him about information about Vulcan and would 'correct' Spock on points that he made about his own people and culture. Though if Spock corrected him, and might he add that as a Vulcan he knew more about Vulcan's than the short tubby human did, Professor Robinson would quickly comment that he must be mistaken. Spock had never expressed anger before, but the man knew how to push his buttons.

Uhura masked a smile, she knew that the Commander and the Professor didn't see eye to eye.

"Yes Commander, I turned it in this morning. I hope the Professor doesn't mind that I took a contradictory stance to his main thesis."

"Oh I'm sure he will." Spock said. "After he tried having you expelled for cheating. Saying that I did your thesis for you?" Spock raised an eyebrow briefly at that. "No offence meant, but my writing is nothing comparable to yours."

She smiled to herself, finishing her coffee.

"None taken, Commander. In retrospect, I was flattered by his accusation."

"Logical." Spock said taking a sip of his water again. Uhura looked down slyly a moment and moved slightly closer to Spock hoping he wouldn't really notice or wouldn't care.

He always radiated this heat that she found very comforting. She loved just being in the same room as him; peaceful, thoughtful, intelligent, he was everything she respected and admired in a man. And, despite her attempts to remain distant and professional, he looked amazing in that pristine, black uniform.

Though she had to say he'd probably look better out of it. Uhura blushed at the thought. Where had that come from?

Spock glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. "Are you alright Cadet?" He asked. "You seem to be... what's the term? Blushing?"

"Uhhh... it's a little, hot in here Commander." She shuffled awkwardly on the bed, allowing herself another inch closer to him. "Is it alright for you, Commander? Would you like some more water?"

Spock raised an eyebrow and held up his still full glass showing her the illogicality of her question without voicing it.

She blushed darker, rubbing the empty coffee mug in her hands. 'Stupid stupid stupid! Now he thinks you are a total idiot.'

Spock's mouth twitched slightly in what she had come to know as his smile. Though it was hardly noticeable and she was sure no one other than her had noticed this slight action it was still visable to her.

Uhura looked away, her stomach flipping at the sight of his 'emotional' expression.

"Is something amusing, Commander?"

"Amusement is an emotion Cadet. In which I do not outwardly display." He said taking another sip of his water. It was becoming rather tolerable now.

'You knew that! Why do you talk like an idiot around him? Really? Do you have this problem talking to ANY other teacher?'

She willed away her blush and stared at her cup. She hated getting it wrong with him.

"You can relax Cadet." He said. "You're comments don't make me think any less of you."

'I know... you just think I'm an illogical, emotional female...'

"I understand, Commander..." her voice had fallen noticeably, she couldn't take her eyes off the cup in her hands.

Spock gently took her cup from her hands and got up to put both of their dishes in the small cabinet looking thing that would wash them both and store them for a later time. He moved back and sat down next to her.

"Are you... nervous Cadet?" He asked.

"There would be no logical reason for me to be nervous, Commander." She babbled.

"Yes but as I have observed over the years humans are rarely logical." He said. "My own mother is testament to that."

She glanced up at him curiously. "You're mother?" She asked.

Spock looked away from her as if suddenly embarrassed though he hid it well. He cleared his throat. "Yes... my mother was.... well.... human."

Uhura couldn't help but smile, she didn't judge him. She had never noticed anything other than Vulcan about him, but it had struck her as odd that he was the only one of his kind that had chosen to join Star Fleet. She couldn't bring herself to speak, it was obvious he was uncomfortable, his words were becoming less fluid.

"My father is the Vulcan ambassador for Earth. He has a lot of work here. He met my mother and found it logical for him to study humans, what better way than to take a human wife?" He asked. "My birth was more of a... scientific experiment and political prodigy. Logically a human can not maintain the life of a Vulcan child. Same as a Vulcan can not maintain the life of a human child."

"Well I think they maintained you perfectly... " she blushed and looked away, not wanting to meet his dark, Vulcan eyes.

"Yes well... despite my outward appearance and physical state it was difficult. For all parties involved."

"I'm sorry..." she meant it. She couldn't really imagine how tough it could be for a child of such diverse backgrounds. He didn't ever show it, but she assumed there was more than Vulcan restraint bubbling under the surface.

"Yes well she is healthy and well now." He said. "She won't ever be able to have children again much to my fathers dismay." He didn't know why he was telling her this but he just felt so... comfortable around her. Not that he'd ever admit that. "My father was hoping for at least another son. Probably especially now since I'm..." He paused realizing he was going to far.

Uhura had slipped her feet from the floor to cross on the bed, her natural position when she was focused intently. She had turned her entire body to face him, he had never seemed so... human before.

"I should go." Spock said suddenly and stood up. He had gone to far with the conversation loosing himself in his own emotions it was.... illogical.

She rose too, quicker than she had meant and before she could stop herself she reached out a desperate hand and grabbed his arm.

"Don't go...."

"I've said to much. Taken up too much of your time. I'm sure you have school work that needs to be done." He turned to move to the door again.

She moved to stand in front of him. Her body temperature had risen considerably, she couldn't let him leave, she needed him here. The entire tenor of his voice had changed, it was infectious. It was something she couldn't do without, not now...

"Please... stay." She said softly placing her hand on his flat chest. She looked up at him silently begging for him not to go.

Spock stood staring down at her unsure of what to do. His emotions where conflicting more so than usual and he didn't understand why. It was like he was having a hard time controlling it.

"Alright." He said.

The adrenaline that coursed her was making her act crazy. She gazed up at him, channeling every wayward thought and dream she had ever had about him. Placing a hand on his chest she stood up on her toes and kissed him. An action that shocked her as much as it shocked him.

Spock froze not knowing how to respond to the kiss. It didn't feel bad in fact it felt pleasant but this was so..... illogical.

Uhura brought her other hand up to rest on his shoulder, pressing her soft lips insistently. She knew she could get into so much trouble for this, but she had already shown herself to be illogical and emotional, and that he could never respect her again. If she had lost him, then she wanted to let him know exactly what her body was feeling.

Spock, though still hesitant, responded to the kiss. Slowly he pressed his lips to hers.

Her stomach fluttered, his lips were hot and soft. She wanted to press against him forever. Her hands slipped behind his head. Right now nothing mattered but that this moment didn't stop.

Spock reluctantly moved his hands up to her arms and pulled away slightly. "What... what are we doing?" He asked.

Uhura fought not to burst into tears. She didn't know what had come over her, she just wanted to be close to him. She couldn't look at him when he broke the kiss.

"I... I..." she couldn't force any words or explanation. She had done it, because she wanted him...

He looked at her confused at her reaction. He didn't understand why she was upset.

He cupped her cheek with his palm and ran his thumb across her cheek as a tear fell. He then slowly moved his hands so that his fingers where gently pressed against the side of her face. A mind meld.

Her mind was a rush of emotion. Fear, pride, love and lust; things she had always fought to repress in conversation with him. But what flooded to the surface of her mind was her attraction to him, something that had occupied her thoughts for so long now she could hardly bear it. She wanted him so badly it hurt, she would cry alone when Gaila was away...

As soon as Spock started the meld he realized it had been a mistake. Her own emotions flooded into him mingling with his own barely controlled emotions. He pulled his hand away and backed away from her. Closing his eyes he tried to control the flood of emotions that where flowing through his brain threatening to leak out. He seemed almost... lost. Struggling.

She blinked as the connection was broken, her emotions still ruled her, she wanted so badly to be close to him. It was obvious that he was in trouble, she reached a hand out to him, wanting to stop the confusion.

Spock pulled his arm away from her, struggling against a loosing battle with his emotions. What was happening to him?

"Commander...?" he seemed lost to her, like he was on another plain. "I'm... sorry."

Spock didn't say anything. He stared blankly in front of him. He didn't understand what was happening. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears, feel his temperature rising. It had been happening over the past few days but not nearly this bad. It was as if.... her mere presence was effecting him.

She took a worried step towards him.

"Commander? Please... I'm sorry."

'Why isn't he saying anything? What's wrong? Oh God have I totally fucked this up?'

"I-...." Spock paused as if struggling for something to say. "Don't." He held up his hand signalling for her not to come closer to him.

She couldn't stop it. He was distressed and it was her fault, she couldn't keep away from him. Even though he had directly told her not to do something, she couldn't keep away. It was like a magnet she was powerless to control.

Uhura barely even saw him move but the next thing she knew she was pinned against the wall, his lips against hers, his body pressed flush against hers.

She moaned. His heat and his strength, it was something she had longed for. He had felt that in her, felt the passion and need she had desperately tried to repress...

Spock moaned against her lips. He didn't know why but he suddenly... needed her. Like a starving man needs food, or someone in the desert needs water. It was a thirst he had never felt before. He rubbed himself up against her not caring what she would think of him. He briefly wondered what was wrong with him before all thought left him.

She feverishly responded to his kiss; need throbbed through her entire body. Like every gesture he performed reflected onto her. It was something she couldn't hold back any more.

"I need you." He moaned into her ear though to him it sounded more incoherent. "Please..." He didn't know what he would do if she said no. Would he... Spock stopped that thought process there he didn't want to think about what he'd do if she said no.

Her arms were wrapped so tightly around him.

"I want you too...... Spock," his name felt natural on her feverish lips, pushing him down.

Spock shifted slightly and the they landed on top of her bed. He landed on top of her and he quickly started pulling at her clothes. It didn't take long before they where both naked, though who took off what neither knew nor cared.

Her whines and moans filled the air. His body was so beautiful and slender; she ran her hands down his chest, kissing where her hands had previously been.

"Spock..." her voice was nothing more than a needy whisper.

He took her hand in his and quickly led it to his aching cock hoping that she would get the hint.

Smiling into her constant kisses, her hand rubbed against his throbbing erection. Oh god, he was bigger than she ever thought possible. She wondered if his Vulcan physiology would be much different to her own experience.

"Please." Spock begged. He had to be inside her. He felt like he was going to burn from the inside out if he didn't.

Uhura was begging with herself, she was so wet and ready. She wanted it more than anything, this was the culmination of every fantasy and dream she had had since meeting him.

"Take me, Spock... please..."

Spock didn't even hesitate. He slipped his cock inside of her moaning loudly as her warmth engulfed him.

She thrusted against him. He was so big, he filled her up so well. His heat was inside her. She screamed into the silent apartment.

"Commander!"

Spock didn't care who heard them as he pounded into her. He knew she wanted this as bad as he did even though he didn't really know how he had wanted her before this moment. All he knew was that know that he's had her he couldn't get enough. He groaned as she clenched around him, her hands running through his hair, over his back down to his ass as he moved on top of her.

"Please..." her cries were becoming stronger and more desperate. Her hands threaded through his soft hair. "Commander! I'm so close... so close..." she couldn't push any more, her hips ached with want and effort.

He moved his mouth down to her breasts sucking on each pert nipple, using his hand to pinch the neglected one. His cock slid in and out of her easily, almost as if he was made for her. "You feel so good." He moaned. He loved the sound of their... could it be classified as love making? The sound of his hips slapping against hers, he quiet squish as he thrust into her wet folds. He loved every sound, every feeling urging him to go harder, faster, deeper.

Uhura wailed, having never been this loud, or this on fire when having sex. It felt like they had been making love for hours, she had never been this close, this fast before. Hearing his smooth voice so close to breaking. She wanted to hear his voice, it did things to her that she couldn't stop.

Spock could feel himself coming close but it seemed to him not even that could satisfy him.

"Commander, please..." she didn't know what she was pleading for. All she knew was that this intense pleasure couldn't last without consuming her entirely. The pressure needed releasing. The frantic bucking of her hips was making her ache, but no matter how hard she pushed, her end seemed further and further away.

Spock moved up holding himself above her bracing his weight on his arms.

Uhura reached up a delicate hand to touch his taught arms. He was so strong; she had never seen him like this, but exerting his energy purely on pleasure. His thrusts were more powerful than any human. She would be sore tomorrow, but that didn't occur to her as she pulled him closer, deeper.

"Cum for me Nyota." He moaned as he moved against her.

She came hard, digging her long nails into his slender arms, her spine arched in a silent scream. She called his name, begging him not to stop as she rode her orgasm.

Uhura had a fine sheen of sweat coating her nice mocha skin, the only sweat on Spock rubbing onto him from her. Not that he complained, it felt rather nice. Though no where near as good as the feeling of her clenching around his cock. He thrust harder and faster feeling as if he where about to burst, on the edge of bliss but unable to attain it.

Clawing her pretty hands out to pull him closer to her, spreading her legs as wide as possible to take his great length inside of her. Her orgasm was passing, but she still loved feeling him inside of her.

"Commander!"

She shivered as she felt Spock move his hand back up to her face as he had done previously. She gasped as she felt his own pleasure mounting with her own and briefly wondered if he could feel hers. He moaned as soon as his hand connected, loudly. His body shook but she knew he had not cum yet. She felt his pleasure rise along with hers, increasing each others passion as he moved.

Her body writhed beneath him, every single nerve wracked with unrestrained pleasure.

"Spock," she gasped. "You're so close... please..."

Spock moaned, he could feel she was once again close. He clung to her almost desperately as he shuddered over her, moaning loudly as he came emptying himself inside her.

It was hot, and wet and felt so perfect. She was already lost in her second wave of pleasure as he came, she pressed her face into his chiseled shoulder, tears rolling down her face. Gently she muttered his name over and over, her eye lids fluttering.

Spock stayed on top of her panting, trying to get his breathing under control he swallowed once before hiding his face in her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

She gulped for air, sweetly entwining her hands in his tousled, black hair. She could not stop her heart from pounding in her throat. There was a trace of a smile in her voice.

"Don't be..."

"No I shoul.... shouldn't have done that." He said rolling off of her and laying on his back beside her.

She turned over, pulling her thin blanket over her naked back and resting her cheek on his shoulder.

"But you did... Spock."

"I know.... I'm sorry." He said. He could feel his cock stirring again and sat up moving away from her. What was wrong with him?

Uhura sat up, pulling the blanket about her body, a concerned expression crossed her face. She reached her free hand out towards him.

"Commander?" She couldn't use his name, not when he was so disturbed.

"I should go." He said but just as before couldn't bring himself to leave the room.

She moved to him, wrapping her hands around his waist, standing up to kiss his smooth black hair. Unable to tear her eyes away from his perfect body she pleaded,

"Don't go."

"I.... I don't want to.... but I must other wise..." He paused not knowing how to finish his sentence.

She moved to kiss him again, this time on his cheek. She was firmer more insistent.

'No. You will stay with me...'

She kissed the back of his neck and ran her hands over his chest to his abdomen.

"Uhura.... Nyota.... Stop... Please." He begged.

She ignored him, still fascinated by every curve and line of his torso, laying a gentle kiss on his bare shoulder.

"Why?"

"Don't..." He said. "I can't."

"Why."

She pressed her point, this time it wasn't a question. She was sure that even under the blanket he could feel her racing heart. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone or anything else.

She moved her hand farther down and wrapped her hand firmly around his hardening cock. He moaned.

"I know you want this Spock... you need this. And I need you." She had felt his mind and it did something to her. It lit a fire inside her that only he could put out.

His logical mind was fighting with his baser instincts. He should stop.... but... He found himself moving against her hand as she gripped him tighter.

Oh God it felt good touching him. It felt right, somehow. Like this was something she was meant to do. It was stupid really, he was one of the most brilliant officers in the entire fleet and someone she respected greatly. Yet her greatest pride was being able to make him groan like that... She smiled and rubbed him harder.

Spock could feel his logic slipping once again. "Nyota." He moaned wanting to turn towards her but not wanting her to stop.

She kissed him again, keeping her hand moving. But she wanted more, she craved that intimate contact again. Wishing she could let him know how much she needed him, she pressed her body closer.

Just as before she barely even saw her move, didn't even know when he entered her. All she knew was that he was back between her legs, his cock inside her as he rocked against her fluidly.

She contained her scream of surprise and ecstasy well. He was hot and hard and perfect.

"C... Commander!"

How did he know her this well?

"I shouldn't be doing this." He whispered in her ear though didn't slow his thrusts. "I'm.... going to hurt you."

His voice drove her wild and she couldn't care. It felt incredible, his slow deliberate thrusts and his dulcet tones were doing things to her she couldn't comprehend.

He thrust into her faster and harder. He knew that now he would not be able to stop... not until he was fully sated.

She wrapped her legs around him tighter. It was like if they were separated even for a moment she just couldn't bear it. This closeness was the most intense feeling she had ever known.

"Commander, please..."

He moved himself up so that he was on his knees angling himself into her deeper.

Without his hot body up against her she felt isolated and suddenly cold. She couldn't believe how close she was already, like she had never come down from her first time.

He wanted to tell her to cum for him, wanted to tell her anything, say something, apologize even. But he found that he couldn't say anything. At least nothing coherent.

She was cumming anyway, digging her nails into her partners slim hips. What she wanted more than anything, was to tell him how much she loved him and how perfect this was. But all she could manage was a strangled cry of pleasure.

Spock grunted as she clenched around him again spilling himself inside her.

Uhura wanted to touch him again, she wanted to be in his arms, but her spine was like jelly. She could only whine and writhe beneath him.

Spock didn't even stop moving, he was still hard as a rock.

She caught her shallow breath, opening her eyes blearily.

"Commander?"

How was he still... going!

"Hmm?" Was all he managed to get out as he moved back over her, his chest lightly pressing against hers.

She placed her hands against his shoulders. She needed some time to breath, it was too much all at once.

Spock kissed her neck easily ignoring her slight half hearted attempts to push him away.

"Spock please!" She dug her nails into his skin, crying out in pain. A dull throb had begun to seep into her skin. Why didn't he stop!

Spock moaned as she clenched around him tighter as she fought against him. He was stronger than her by far and she wasn't able to move him. He thrust into her harder feeling himself coming close once again.

Her head pounded now, it hurt trying to push him away. It hurt more that he wasn't stopping. She had wanted him, but not this. She cried out again, trying to twist her body away from his onslaught.

Spock couldn't even think about anything other than the blood rushing through him, the pleasure he was feeling... He came once again moaning loudly.

She couldn't bring herself to look at him. Still she tried to pull away from his grip. How could it be that the man she respected and adored could do something like this... She would be in pain for days.

Spock felt himself soften and pulled out of her cum dripping out onto the sheet. Vulcan's naturally ejaculated more than humans and he had come at least three times. He stayed on top of her panting. He closed his eyes and rested his head on her shoulder. "I'm... sorry..." He said for what seemed like the millionth time that night.

Feeling his gentle, reassuring weight on her, she couldn't help but stroke his hair. She did everything she could to stop trembling, she knew he could feel her rapid heart beat and unsteady breathing.

"It's........ fine... really."

Spock closed his eyes. He hated himself as he felt himself getting hard again. He knew he was hurting her. He shoved himself off of her. "I... I have to go." He said sitting on the edge of the bed and froze. He was painfully hard again and.... could he leave? He couldn't do this to her.... he had to leave... but his body refused to move.

Despite the pain she felt inside, she still couldn't stand for him to be away from her at all. She knelt up behind him, laying her trembling hands on his back.

"Commander, I'm sorry... please don't be angry with me."

Spock flinched away from her feeling his cock twitch at her touch. "Don't..." He said weakly. "I'm..." He was what?

She removed her hands but still looked at him with sadness in her eyes. She stood up off the bed and cracked her back.

"Commander... I know you didn't want to stay..." She looked down at him and saw that he was once again hard. How did he manage to... She could tell something was wrong. He was way to tense. "Spock."

"Don't..." He said again. Even her voice was making him crazy.

"But if there's a problem... let me help you! There's something wrong?"

"I'm.... going to hurt you Nyota.... I... Just stay away from me." He said.

"You're hurting already Spock." She couldn't bring herself to move, the dull ache still hadn't shifted and tomorrow her whole body would hurt like a bitch. But right now, she only cared about what she had done to him.

"I have to go." He said though it sounded more as if he was trying to will himself to leave.

She knew it was probably best. If he wanted to leave this badly it was obvious that their tentative and intellectually based relationship had been broken.

"You don't have to..." She moved forward and put her hand on his shoulder trying to calm him.

'No Uhura you idiot!' Spock wanted to shout as he grabbed onto her. He couldn't control himself and he hated himself for it. She was once again pinned beneath him, the underside of his cock rubbing against her entrance.

Her eyes widened in fear. Had she even seen him move? The pain inside her was increasing at the thought, but still she was aroused by his presence. But not enough for her to stop begging,

"Please... Commander, don't."

"I'm sorry..." He said again. For a moment she thought he'd pull away, he seemed to be fighting with himself again. He pushed away from her mere inches before he plunged into her again. He couldn't even look at her as he moved inside her, not able to meet her eyes.

For if he had he would have seen the betrayal she felt. Uhura wasn't sure which pain was more acute; from the burning friction and aching bones, or that her own beloved Commander was... what? Using her? Raping her? Testing her? It was the uncertainty that tormented her the most.

Spock thrust into her almost violently before he soon came once again. He could feel tears pricking his eyes but didn't allow them to fall.

"Commander?" Her voice broke with the question, still clutching at his shoulders, her face was turned away, but he could still see her eyes.

Spock clenched his teeth as he continued spilling himself inside her. His breathing coming in sharp hard pants. He stayed still a few moments feeling his cock twitching inside her.

He was calming down and he was still hard. What was wrong with him? He stood up, moving away from her, cum dripping onto the sheets. He grabbed his pants and put the back on quickly.

Sitting up and wrapping her arms around her legs, she watched him with worried brown eyes. Her legs throbbed with the pressure she had endured, but still the thought of him leaving seemed almost more unbearable.

He pulled his jacket back on and paused wanting to move back to Uhura. To bury himself inside her again. But no... he had to control himself. Before he could turn back to her he left the room in a hurry.

"Please, Spock... can't you even talk to me? Just tell me what's wrong... please."

It was too late. Spock was already down the hall, students staring at him as he passed but he didn't care.