Spock leaned her head back against Christine's nails, the drag of them was comfortable and stimulating, and traced the length of the woman's tongue with her own. Though she had been in no rush, Spock desired the risk of additional skin contact.

Spock's hands found the zipper of Christine's dress and eased it down, parted the fabric above the swell of her back and insinuated themselves against the skin there. Her muscles were tight and tensed slightly as Spock's hands pressed against them. This was simply unacceptable.

"Christine?" Spock prompted as she pulled back a breath. A brief kiss punctuated her sentence. "You are tense, shall I relieve this for you?"