Hello! So, some of you may have read my story 'Sufficiently Familiar' and be aware of the scene where Spock and Nyota argue about her going out with her friends and Spock grabs her and tells her 'you look pretty and I like your dress' before dragging her off into the bedroom for some sexytimes. Well I always liked that scene and part of me wanted to turn it into graphic smut but I held back because of the overall tone of that story. However I was feeling the need to write something a little different from my usual touchy feely fluff and angst (ie PORN) and after a conversation with The Teener,(KUDOS!) decided to go back and write the porny conclusion to that scene. Chapter One of this fic is actually just that chapter to refresh your memories or in case you haven't read it, to spare you having to go back and read the whole fic. (I recommend you do if you haven't already but you don't need to read ALL of it to enjoy the porn and it's a long fic besides). Also, if you haven't read that story Spock might seem OOC however in the context of that fic, he's not.

Be warned, this is NOT fluffy and it IS graphic. If smut is not really your thing you might want to think twice about reading this. WARNING FOR DUBCON

Dedicated to Poofles and Spock Jr aka Valyria and LambsEar for pep talks! XxXxXx

Nyota's shoes were loud on the tiles as they entered his building and Spock could not help but drop his gaze to her ankles as she walked. Her footwear was as decorous as it was illogical. As they waited for the elevator, she shifted from foot to foot, bending down to rub her finger under the strap across her heel. Inside the elevator car she leant back against the wall and bent her knee up, resting one leg on the other and swapping them over again and again.

"Is something troubling you?" Spock asked raising one brow.

"No, no," Nyota assured. She leaned her head against his shoulder with sigh and stroked her hand up and down his arm with a chuckle.

"Something amuses you?" Nyota pressed her chin into his chest and stared up at him with sparkling eyes.

"Nothing in particular," she said, pursing her lips in such a way that made him want to kiss them. When she stood up she pulled a funny face and shifted from foot to foot, exhaling audibly.

"Your footwear is causing you some distress," Spock noted. She linked her fingers with his and leaned back with a slight squint.

"Maybe just a little a bit," she admitted. When the doors to the elevator opened, she groaned and dropped her head back against the wall.

"Oh god, we have to walk," she complained.

Spock's gaze flicked up and down her body briefly before he bent down and hoisted her into his arms. Nyota giggled and looped her arms around his neck, stroking his chin.

"How chivalrous you are," she crooned playfully.

"A logical method of expediting our passage," he informed her. Nyota snorted and nuzzled his ear with her nose.

"Very logical," she murmured. Spock's eye twitched as she squirmed in his arms and began to chew on his earlobe.

"Nyota..." he chided and she chuckled.

"Your ears are sexy," she told him.

"I am gratified," he replied.

"I am gratified that you are gratified," she said, pressing her face against his and stroking her hand through his hair.

"You have consumed alcohol," he observed.

"Just a little bit," she giggled.

"You are intoxicated." Nyota rolled her eyes.

"I am not!" she protested.

"Your behaviour would indicate otherwise," he said sourly. Nyota raised her chin to look at him but he would not meet her eyes.

"I'm not drunk Spock, I'm just...happy," she explained. His brow quirked.

"I see," he replied as they neared his door.

"What do you see?" she asked as he carried her over the threshold and into his apartment.

"I was merely making an observation," he told her, setting her down gently on the couch before turning away and walking into the kitchen. When he returned a moment later Nyota shuffled up to make room for him and eyed the glass of water in his hand suspiciously.

"Trying to sober me up?" she asked dryly. He glanced at her sideways before sitting on the couch beside her.

"You are not intoxicated" he reminded her. Nyota rubbed her finger above her lip for a second and examined his face for clues.

"Help me take off my shoes," she murmured, putting her feet on his lap. Spock examined her footwear for a minute before his hand came up and he gently began to loosen the fastenings. Nyota rested her head on the back of the couch and watched him. "Thank you," she murmured.

"Your footwear is highly illogical," he commented. She grinned.

"Maybe," she replied. "A woman doesn't always choose a pair of shoes because they are logical."

"Why does she choose them?" he asked, dropping the shoes to the floor and gently rubbing his palm over her ankle. Nyota sighed and leaned her head in her hand.

"Because they're pretty and she wants to look pretty and go out and drink wine with her friends and be happy," she answered. The hand that was caressing her leg stilled.

"You are friends with the Orion Gaila are you not?" he asked not looking at her.

Nyota chewed on her lower lip. "What? You don't approve?"

"Do you require my approval?" he replied a little too quickly and Nyota's narrowed her eyes at him.

"I hate it when you do that," she told him. Spock turned and met her gaze, his lashes fluttering.

"What do I do?" She turned her face away and pressed it into the cushion with a groan.

"You're being difficult."

"I am merely making conversation," he said in phoney ignorance.

"If you want to make conversation why don't you tell me I look pretty and that you like my dress?" she replied.

"You look pretty and I like your dress," he said. Nyota sighed and slouched back flat on the couch.

"You could at least try and sound like you mean it," she said, covering her face with her arm.

"You doubt my sincerity?" Nyota pushed up on her arms and leaned close, looking him in the eye.

"What is the matter with you?" she asked, exasperated.

"I am not aware than anything is wrong," he replied, raising his eyes to look at the ceiling.

"Spock!" she scolded.

"The alcohol is making you emotional," he stated blankly.

Nyota stared at him for a long second before she took a deep breath and turned to drop her legs off the couch. With she leaned forward and picked up the glass of water, aware of Spock's eyes on her as she drank. Setting it down she rose to her feet and stooped to pick up her shoes.

"Remind me why I bothered to come," she told him before walking out of the room. Spock followed her into the kitchen.

"Certainly not for the conversation," he quipped. Nyota's mouth dropped open.

"I have no idea how to talk to you when you're like this," she said with a shake of her head. "I'm not sure I really want to."

"No you would rather be out with your friends looking pretty and being happy," he said.

Nyota gripped a shoe tightly in her hand, repressing the urge to throw it at his head.

"What does that mean?" she demanded.

"I was merely making an observation," he replied, the tinge of venom in his voice unmistakeable.

"Now you can observe me leaving," she told him, turning to pull out a chair and sitting as to put on her shoes. Spock stepped across the room and abruptly snatched the shoe out of her hand, hurling it at the wall behind him. Nyota gasped and jumped up out of her seat, taking a few steps back to put some distance between them but Spock grabbed her arm. Indignant, Nyota tried to pull her arm away but his grip was too strong and she only ended up pulling him closer. "Get your hand off me!" she sneered, her eyes flashing.

Spock glowered at her and said nothing, his nostrils flaring as he took ragged breaths. Nyota narrowed her eyes at him and scratched hard across the back of his hand, curling her lip victoriously at his hiss of pain. Spock grabbed her free hand with his and held her arms away from him as she squirmed, meeting her fierce stare with one of his own.

"What is wrong with you?" Nyota demanded furiously and then whimpered in surprise when he swooped down and kissed her hard on the mouth. "You asshole!" she snapped, twisting her head away but when he pulled her close again, she curled her fingers into his shirt and kissed him back.

"I hate you!" she told him as he hoisted her up off the floor.

"You look pretty," he gasped against her lips as he carried her out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. "And I like your dress."

"Go to hell!" she growled but she kissed him anyway.