Date: 2010-01-25 08:24 pm (UTC)
Predictability was the bane of experimentation. Though Spock had not been entirely in her ideal state of being during their first encounter, she was discomfited by the thought of following a similar path too quickly. With Christine's hands at her waist, bracing her, Spock leaned forward and slid her knee between Christine's legs until it was pressed flush against the inseam of the blonde's underwear.

On a side note, assuming she returned to her native universe within her natural life, she would have to submit to Starfleet Command a series of papers touting the merits of nylons as an accompanying piece of regulation uniform. If she were technical enough, it could become mandate.
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