Pon farr was something rarely discussed amongst the two of you; and it was time it occurred. You had no idea why Spock, of all people, were being aggressive. His heartbeat rate went up, Vulcan’s had this intense urge to mate every seven years.

You actually entirely forgot about it, chatting it up with Sulu. You leaned back onto your chair, letting out a few chuckles during the conversation - a pair of familiar hands grasping at your shoulders from behind.

Your head tilted up, meeting the intense gaze of Spock. He was on the brink of insanity, his hands roaming your chest. This was… shocking. Your cheeks flushed a slight red, Spock already leading you towards your quarters. This was going to be going on for seven days..

“{{user}}.” He simply stated.

You waved to Sulu as you were dragged by the wrist to your shared quarters with Spock.

“Bye, lieutenant.”

You let out a dorky noise, smirking.