[Maybe it's her passion for languages, and in turn the cultures they stem from, that drew her to him. After all, aside from not being fully human and her former instrctor, his personality is the complete opposite of hers. While his face remains stoic except for the rare times she's seen a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth, Nyota is quick to grin, even quicker to lay a comforting hand on someone's shoulder in their emotional time of need. She is the sun, a bright and warm shining ray of light, and he is the moon, sometimes considered cold but still instrumental at times.
But opposites certainly attract and that is indeed why they work so well, regardless of the friction sometimes caused by their differences. She has experience to look back on, old lovers to think of and consider what she needs and wants the most out of her relationship with Spock. Nyota knows she has the upper hand here with that, but she never feels like it's something to be wielded as a weapon. No, instead, she brings it out gently, giving it to him so he can understand where she has been and where she's going and for him to show her what he has (or doesn't in this case) in exchange.
Nyota is reluctant to let go of her hold on him, fingers curled and gripped in the folds of his shirt. She sighs softly with a little hum as she feels his cool lips skate across her warmer skin, but then whines almost inaudibly when Spock pulls back. Certainly she could stand to stay here in the middle of his living room and hold him a little longer, but once Nyota feels his hand in hers, her reluctance fades away and is replaced with a small knowing smile as she follows him down the hall. Yes, the next step is definitely a better option than just standing here. She won't even try to argue against it.]
[ There is something bright about Nyota, warm and inviting even to Spock. Most people are not. They find his logic and his control cold and robotic and he in turn finds them overly... everything. Too loud, too bright, too emotional. Nyota might be bright and emotional, but it was soothing rather than painful, a meshing of their personalities rather than a conflict.
He knew, in a world where experience was important in any field, that his lack of expertise in relationships was a hindrance, especially when he considered the complications of dating a non-Vulcan, and a human dating a Vulcan. It had made him hesitate, at first, but there had never been regrets - instead, he had appreciated the guidance and the ability to learn more of this stunning woman who cares for him, and for whom he cares in return.
The tight fingers in his shirt and the soft whine bring a slight twist of his lips, something that might almost pass as a smile for Spock. It is gratifying, illogically, to know that she would be content to stand there and allow him to hold and kiss her, and drink in the smell of home. But the bedroom is a better option for them, as it means a bed, where he can feel the weight of her pressed against his body, or the warmth of her skin seeping into his.
He turns to her again, once they have entered the room and the door slides shut behind them, settling his hands on her hips and going in for another kiss, deeper this time, drawing it out as long as he can. ]
[Though there is no one on the other side, Nyota has never been more grateful for closed door. It's more symbolic of finally having some time to themselves, some privacy, with no risk of someone coming to bang on it to catch their attentions or a strong tense voice over a ship's loudspeaker calling them back to the bridge even though their shift is over.
Once his hands reach her hips, hers are in motion too, climbing under his shirt hem and skating across his back just to come around to his front. The Starfleet uniform does his body no justice; Nyota spreads her fingers across the rippled muscles of his stomach as she sighs softly into his mouth. The fitness of Spock's body always feels like her little secret, being the only one to see it and touch it and most of all, taste it.
And speaking of that, as much as it pains her again, Nyota pulls out of the kiss, licking the taste of him off her lips before speaking.]
Lay down.
[It's more of a request with her questioning tone than it is a demand. He has room to say no if he has other plans.]
[ He has no plans; all of his intent had been to be close to her, seek comfort in her arms, something he rarely seeks and almost never finds. So he steps away from her, moving slowly, his hands lingering on her hips before he drops them back to his side and takes the few steps to the bed.
Though she did not request, he removes his shoes and socks, tucking them aside. He won't be going out again tonight. Next is his shirt, removed and folded and set aside for laundering later. He leaves his pants alone; those can come off later, especially has she hasn't indicated anything more, yet.
Spock sits down on the edge of the bed before lying back, the movements simple and efficient and almost graceful for that. He watches Nyota, however, eyes dark as he studies her face. ]
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But opposites certainly attract and that is indeed why they work so well, regardless of the friction sometimes caused by their differences. She has experience to look back on, old lovers to think of and consider what she needs and wants the most out of her relationship with Spock. Nyota knows she has the upper hand here with that, but she never feels like it's something to be wielded as a weapon. No, instead, she brings it out gently, giving it to him so he can understand where she has been and where she's going and for him to show her what he has (or doesn't in this case) in exchange.
Nyota is reluctant to let go of her hold on him, fingers curled and gripped in the folds of his shirt. She sighs softly with a little hum as she feels his cool lips skate across her warmer skin, but then whines almost inaudibly when Spock pulls back. Certainly she could stand to stay here in the middle of his living room and hold him a little longer, but once Nyota feels his hand in hers, her reluctance fades away and is replaced with a small knowing smile as she follows him down the hall. Yes, the next step is definitely a better option than just standing here. She won't even try to argue against it.]
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He knew, in a world where experience was important in any field, that his lack of expertise in relationships was a hindrance, especially when he considered the complications of dating a non-Vulcan, and a human dating a Vulcan. It had made him hesitate, at first, but there had never been regrets - instead, he had appreciated the guidance and the ability to learn more of this stunning woman who cares for him, and for whom he cares in return.
The tight fingers in his shirt and the soft whine bring a slight twist of his lips, something that might almost pass as a smile for Spock. It is gratifying, illogically, to know that she would be content to stand there and allow him to hold and kiss her, and drink in the smell of home. But the bedroom is a better option for them, as it means a bed, where he can feel the weight of her pressed against his body, or the warmth of her skin seeping into his.
He turns to her again, once they have entered the room and the door slides shut behind them, settling his hands on her hips and going in for another kiss, deeper this time, drawing it out as long as he can. ]
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Once his hands reach her hips, hers are in motion too, climbing under his shirt hem and skating across his back just to come around to his front. The Starfleet uniform does his body no justice; Nyota spreads her fingers across the rippled muscles of his stomach as she sighs softly into his mouth. The fitness of Spock's body always feels like her little secret, being the only one to see it and touch it and most of all, taste it.
And speaking of that, as much as it pains her again, Nyota pulls out of the kiss, licking the taste of him off her lips before speaking.]
Lay down.
[It's more of a request with her questioning tone than it is a demand. He has room to say no if he has other plans.]
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Though she did not request, he removes his shoes and socks, tucking them aside. He won't be going out again tonight. Next is his shirt, removed and folded and set aside for laundering later. He leaves his pants alone; those can come off later, especially has she hasn't indicated anything more, yet.
Spock sits down on the edge of the bed before lying back, the movements simple and efficient and almost graceful for that. He watches Nyota, however, eyes dark as he studies her face. ]