"I am uncertain," Spock admitted and watched intently as Christine's lips pressed against their fingers. "There are a vast multitude of activities I desire to request," Spock continued slowly, and shifted her half-lidded eyes to meet Christine's. "However, I am experiencing the need for some...immediacy in this situation."

Spock slanted her lips against Christine's and all but moved into the chair with her. She straddled Christine's thigh and the pressure sent a quick thrill up her spine. She had acquiesced to a pair of underwear, given the likelihood of inadvertent exposure that came inherent with the native uniforms, and regretted that decision most vehemently.

"You are...aware that Vulcan ears are erogenous zones," Spock clarified in a husky whisper. "Are you aware of the sensitivity in our hands?"