@Mira_Jade -- LOL now there are two updates, because of my can't wait to post itis. @earlybird-obi-wan @RX_Sith -- This update deals with S/U, whereas the one above was S/A. ~~~~ Spock was deep in concentration on what would constitute a thorny problem, for most; for him, it was merely an interesting challenge. Nyota showed up at his door, a bag full of containers holding dinner, these giving off savory, inviting scents. She grinned. "Hi! I was feeling adventurous. I combed the HoloWeb for classic Vulcan cuisine. I really hope it turned out allright." She continued, bustling about the dining area, taking out plates and cuttlery. "I am sure that it will." Nyota watched him carefully as the meal progressed. She asked him how his project was coming along, and they discussed the various logarithms and algorithms. Afterwards, they set the dishes to wash in the auto-cleaner, and she perched on the arm of his chair as he powered up his datapadd again and resumed working. Her hands were busy with gentle caresses. "Nyota, I do not require a shoulder rub in order to relieve stress." He told her after a moment or two. He was finding her touch highly distracting. "You're not supposed to admit that." She teased. "You're supposed to be gracious and accept it ... and that's not the only reason, or even the main one, as to why I'm giving it." She laughed, leaned over and gave his ear a nibble. ** Spock pulled her onto his lap, conceding defeat, not reluctantly. The project was close enough to completion that all that was required was a cursory check, which could wait until morning. "Dinner was indeed delicious." He murmured, stroking her hair. "You did a superb job following the recipe instructions." She smiled happily, snuggling closer. "Was it like your mom's, then?" Spock paused, in order to reflect and to tease her. "Well, as to that, my father always said her meals were according to tradition, but as I was growing up, I had nothing with which to compare, so I didn't know if he were merely being polite." "And now?" Nyota asked, her dark eyes dancing with laughter. "As you are not a Native of my world either, I still don't." He teased her. "I do believe, however, that hers and your efforts leave nothing to be desired." She answered: "I am very happy to hear that! I can leave you to wrap up, if you'd rather?" She indicated the datapadd on the far side of his work station. Her tone and sense were both sincere, but there was a definite undertone that said she hoped he wanted her to stay. For answer, he scooped her up and moved to the sofa, where they cuddled tightly, as her eyes glowed. "Or ... I could stay." She whispered. His lips captured hers at length, tenderly. "I take that as a yes?" She laughed and returned his kisses avidly. It most certainly was. +++++ D'awwoon!