Christine's hands provided no direction, but slipped into her hair and pressed against her ears in gentle motions. It was satisfying, if not vigorous enough for Spock's usual taste.

The Vulcan responded to Christine's gentle ministrations by sliding her fingers between the blonde's labia minorae and following with the insinuation of her tongue. It took little effort for Spock to locate the opening she sought and she promptly traced the exterior of it with the length of her tongue.