Christine shifted her hips slightly to better accommodate Spock. The chair was novel, and not at all bad, but it did take some getting used to.

She let out a shuddering breath as Spock's tongue flicked over her, a slight whimper as Spock added a second finger. Spock had very long fingers; she had noticed them when they first met on the away mission. She hadn't expected that fact to touch her so deeply, though.

Her hands didn't pause; if anything, the pressure she put on Spock's ears grew slightly rougher, the rhythm more erratic. She could feel a light sheen of sweat on her face, and the rate of her breathing had increased.