[Separations like this were to be expected long before they made their relationship publicly known. Nyota was fine with it, knowing her independence and commitment to complete every task handed to her by Starfleet would carry her through. That, however, doesn't mean that there's no heavy weight in her stomach when her thoughts turn to towards Spock, a feeling that twists inside and rides up to her heart giving her a kind of pain that even Dr. McCoy can't measure with his tricorder. The doctor would probably understand it if Nyota told him, but it's a secret she keeps close to her chest. Something private, something only she really needs to know about because no one else has a solution for it.
Unlike Spock, Nyota tells him that she misses him in the few times they manage to send messages to each other. They are always short--never enough time to really say what she wants to say, never enough time for her to interpret what Spock doesn't--but they are long enough for her to make sure he is still alive, uninjured in any way, and still her Spock.
He'd argue about the logicality of belonging to her as she did not purchase him in a shop or barter for him, but all Nyota would do is smile and flip her ponytail in that way that indicates she never wants that part of him to change.
Reports and records are submitted and discussions are had with the top Starfleet brass, responsibilities Nyota meets with full professionalism. As soon as they are completed, she travels to Spock's apartment and showers, washing the day away and leaving in its place just the scent of cleanliness and her, making sure to use the unscented soap she keeps stocked on her side of the bathroom counter so Spock doesn't come home to an unwelcome assault on his senses. By the time he arrives, her hair is still barely damp, hanging loose along her shoulders and threatening to curl as she lays across his sofa, sitting up when she hears the door open.
The smile, or in truth the implication of one is caught and the pain in her chest dissolves on sight of it being replaced with an obvious one of her own. He's happy to see her. She's happy to see him. The silence of their greeting is nothing to make commentary of. A simple hey is unnecessary, not when his lips are on hers, and his fingers find hers for a much more intimate embrace. Nyota knows what Spock is looking for, what he is in need of, and like he showed her one night early in their relationship, she curls two of her fingers to slip against the backs of his.]
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Unlike Spock, Nyota tells him that she misses him in the few times they manage to send messages to each other. They are always short--never enough time to really say what she wants to say, never enough time for her to interpret what Spock doesn't--but they are long enough for her to make sure he is still alive, uninjured in any way, and still her Spock.
He'd argue about the logicality of belonging to her as she did not purchase him in a shop or barter for him, but all Nyota would do is smile and flip her ponytail in that way that indicates she never wants that part of him to change.
Reports and records are submitted and discussions are had with the top Starfleet brass, responsibilities Nyota meets with full professionalism. As soon as they are completed, she travels to Spock's apartment and showers, washing the day away and leaving in its place just the scent of cleanliness and her, making sure to use the unscented soap she keeps stocked on her side of the bathroom counter so Spock doesn't come home to an unwelcome assault on his senses. By the time he arrives, her hair is still barely damp, hanging loose along her shoulders and threatening to curl as she lays across his sofa, sitting up when she hears the door open.
The smile, or in truth the implication of one is caught and the pain in her chest dissolves on sight of it being replaced with an obvious one of her own. He's happy to see her. She's happy to see him. The silence of their greeting is nothing to make commentary of. A simple hey is unnecessary, not when his lips are on hers, and his fingers find hers for a much more intimate embrace. Nyota knows what Spock is looking for, what he is in need of, and like he showed her one night early in their relationship, she curls two of her fingers to slip against the backs of his.]