I love this song (and artist: Janet Devlin) with all my heart and I just couldn't help but do one more "song-fic" of a sort. Enjoy!

"So, Mrs. Spock, how do you feel about not being able to eat chocolate anymore?"

"You can't even eat any or else he will taste it in your mouth and act up."

Two voices made you jump with irritation and fear, the names of their owners popping into your mind as you refused to look up at them. It didn't do any good to provoke Dumb and Dumber.

"Right?! I can't believe Vulcans are that weak to it."

"Well, that is if he shows enough emotion to kiss you. I'm surprised he had enough in him at the ceremony."

You tried to ignore your colleagues as you packed up your training equipment along with your medical books and study tablets. You were married to Spock for no more than a month and some of the women on the ship who you thought were your friends were now picking on you. Childish as it was, it still hurt you.

Plus it didn't help that it was hard for you to stick up for yourself let alone your husband whom many women fancied themselves in love with. Some were in denial, some were jealous, and others were just plain rude; interspecies and all that.

So you just did your best to ignore them, not thinking it would be this hard to actually avoid bullies in your adult life. Keeping to your studies help a lot. You hadn't been assigned yet but as Spock's wife, you were granted a position on the ship. But being in childcare so soon after getting married didn't sit well with you. Therefore you took to studying to be an under nurse or a tactical officer. Juggling both was one way to help keep your mind off the gossip. 

As did being recently married. Being a wife gave you responsibilities that helped occupy your mind when you weren't studying or snuggling with your husband. You were worried it was going to be a suppressive role but it was quite rewarding. Especially when Spock came home after a particularly long shift and you welcomed him with clean bed sheets, a nice dinner, and his favorite night clothes all warm from being sanitized.

Against popular belief, you knew Spock to be the most expressive of the crew. You were never left wondering what he was thinking or how he felt about you or something going on. You could rely on him to be honest and straightforward, but uplifting and reassuring when needed.

He was not only the man you always wanted to marry but the man you needed to marry. But it seems, to others, it was more of a joke than a choice of love and affection. If only they knew him and what a dear he was to you.

You left the training area with your arms full of your studies as your two former friends continued to follow you, having a loud conversation with rhetorical questions burning your ears.

"Can he even dance you around like you've always daydreamed about?"

"What is it like living with someone who can't even smile?"

"You poor woman, I bet you didn't even do anything on your wedding night, did you?"

"I bet you don't even know what it's like to feel true love from a man like him, huh?"

You stopped, your face hot and your blood boiling. You heard them stop behind you but you didn't turn around. Instead, you squared your shoulders and continued walking back to your shared apartment, ready to unload your tears the moment you were out of their sight. And no sooner.

If only they knew.

~

Spock stood off to the side and watched as you, his wonderful wife, refrained from chastising your false friends and marched off with dignity. It then did not take the woman long to taper off seeing as how their words were not eliciting their desired effect.

But he felt bothered, something that took a lot to do. Their words echoed in his mind as he walked straight-backed and hands clasped to deliver his last report of the day. Did you always endure such harassment while performing your duties or otherwise being far from his presence? Was there not a way to quiet the persecutions you had not subscribed to ascertain?

Lost in his thoughts, Spock found himself on the Bridge giving Kirk the last of his reports on the latest away mission. Also caught up in his own mind, Kirk merely looked it over and signed what was needed then dismissed his second in command. Not at all upset with his captain's indifferent haste, Spock quickly made his way back to your shared apartment, the words of your hecklers still rolling around in his mind.

It was not his intention to involve you in such unkind after effects of your marriage to him. He had wrongly assumed the crew would be welcoming to the fact he had found a woman that he not only adored but who loved him in return with such conviction he dared find it hard to ever think of himself as undeserving of such admiration.

Therefore he found it only ever fitting to drop his guard around you and welcome you fully into his life. Perhaps that was too hasty a decision. Spock shook his head against that thought. No, it was not wrong to openly love his wife and let some of his emotions show. However, he never did think himself to be the one to teach a human to show their feelings when they became too much. You had a habit of bottling things up and he was sure he now knew why.

Spock entered the apartment and saught you out immediately. He found you in the kitchen, your hands on the back of a chair as you leaned against it, your head down and your hair falling into your face. Quietly, Spock took a few steps forward, his eyes searching your body.

"(Y/n)?"

You closed your eyes and squeezed the chair as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. With one word you were able to hear the concern and love he had for you, only to testify to that which you already knew. But you were in no mood to exchange pleasantries and hear about his day. You'd rather curl up in a ball and cry. Maybe punch a few faces. You already had someone in mind.

"Not now, Spock," you nearly whispered.

"Perhaps I can find you something to ease your mind."

You sat up and ran both hands through your hair. "I don't think a snack, a nap, or even Bones' medicines can take away what I am feeling."

Spock blinked. "Whisky is in the top left cupboard in the washroom. I was given some by Ensign Chekov but had not found the time or occasion to use it nor dispose of it."

You turned, chuckling lightly with a sad smile. "You know I don't drink, Spock."

Spock looked at you, his chest suddenly feeling very tight. Your face showed obvious signs of a heavy cry. Your hair was disheveled and your eyes didn't meet his. He was about to say something when you hiccuped, new tears starting to fall. He watched with a sad heart as you turned away from him to wipe your face and sniff back your tears.

Without words, Spock walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth and smell as he laid his head atop yours. You leaned into him, lacing your fingers with his as you closed your eyes against more tears. Spock kissed your head then started to sway gently from side to side.

You went along with him until you felt his chest vibrate as your ears heard him start to hum. Goosebumps rushed up your arms and your neck as you listened to him hum a Vulcan lullaby, effectively easing your worries and frustration. Gently you turned in his arms so that your head was on his chest as he continued to hum and sway.

When he finished you looked up at him and smiled sweetly. "I don't need whiskey to make me feel better. I have you and your lullabies."

Spock felt the love you had for him radiating off of you as you just stood there staring at each other. He reached up and cupped your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

"Are you aware the level of adoration I possess for you can not by any means be measured with current, past, or future implements of measurement?"

YOu giggled, leaning into his hand. "I believe I have an idea."

He leaned down, his forehead gently pressed against yours. "And I am sorry," he whispered.

You pulled back a bit, your brows pinched with confusion. "What are you sorry about Spock, you have nothing wrong."

"I heard what those two women were saying to you. Thier mocking tones have yet to leave my mind. I fear I am to blame for your melancholy feelings."

You reached up on your tip toes and kissed his lips, both of your drab feelings immediately falling away. It now no longer mattered to you what others thought. They weren't you, married to their best friend and wonderful lover. 

Spock held you close as he deepened the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck. He held a hand in your hair as he cradled your head as his other arm guided you like in a dance back against your bed.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled away. Your eyes were closed as you both breathed heavily, your heart hammering. You peeked your eyes open to see your husband's dark eyes already looking at you, holding your soul captive in his hard, ever loving gaze.

"I love you (Y/n)."

Your breath caught. Truth be told, he never actually ever said those words to you before, always some roundabout way. But you never questioned it. This was Spock, he had his own amazing ways for showing his love. Slight hand touches on the Bridge or ear kisses when he thinks no one was watching. But to hear him say it filled you with more happiness than you ever thought possible.

Not that those words made it more or less true. No. It was the fact a Vulcan who battled with his heritage chose to forgo his Vulcan teachings and express a feeling you knew to be hard for him to blatenly say. Proud and honored chould not begin to cover how you felt at that very moment.

Reaching up you pulled him to you. You kissed him several times but it wasn't enough. Luckily you weren't the only one feeling that way. With a deep growl, Spock gently pushed you back down on the bed where he now hovered over you, but his lips never left yours. You giggled then sighed into his lips as you both lost yourselves in what could be nothing less than eternal bliss.