Christine felt her skin growing warm as Spock's eyes traveled down her body, a small thrill pulsing through her. She nodded, and brought her hand back to unzip the dress the rest of the way before pulling the sleeves down and off.
She let the dress fall to the floor, shimmying slightly to get it over her hips, and stepped out of it, moving to pull one of the dining chairs away from the table. The back of the chair was fairly high, and wouldn't allow Spock much access to her shoulders, but there weren't any other chairs in the room, and the bed apparently wasn't one of Spock's options tonight.
She straddled it backwards, leaning her arms on the back of the chair and turning her head to look at Spock.
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Date: 2010-01-25 06:46 am (UTC)She let the dress fall to the floor, shimmying slightly to get it over her hips, and stepped out of it, moving to pull one of the dining chairs away from the table. The back of the chair was fairly high, and wouldn't allow Spock much access to her shoulders, but there weren't any other chairs in the room, and the bed apparently wasn't one of Spock's options tonight.
She straddled it backwards, leaning her arms on the back of the chair and turning her head to look at Spock.
"Is this acceptable?"