TOS: Spock, Uhura; Rated G; drabble; Follow up to "Concentration is Everything" from Spock's pov.
I can't help but feel her desire. The quickening of her heart, the rise in body temperature, the way her breaths come in short little gasps.
I want to ask her about these emotions, whether it's the lyre that affects her so, or if it's me. But I know I should ignore everything except what I am here for; lyre lessons, nothing more, nothing less.
Her scent -- sandalwood and orchids -- plays havoc with my emotions.
"Spock, is something wrong?"
"No, lieutenant." I can't let her know her affect on me.
Something tells me it's going to be a long night.