There was a limit to how much Christine could actually relax in the straight-backed chair, but she did her best, scooting forward a bit so that she could lean back at an angle. She tilted her head back to meet Spock's, settling her hands on the Vulcan's waist to anchor her in place.

It felt wonderful to be freed of the confinement of her bra, and Spock's gentle massage of her breasts felt almost as good as the backrub had. She made a small noise against Spock's mouth, arching up to return her kiss insistently.