Spock very nearly commented but any response she could have made would have forced Christine's tongue from her fingers, and that was absolutely unacceptable.

Spock's eyes fluttered closed as Christine drew her right index finger into her mouth. The sudden flux of warmth, texture, and suction drew a quiet sound from Spock and she ground down against Christine's thigh, appeasing the rapidly mounting sensation between her legs.

Spock leaned her head against the side of Christine's as she bowed forward, rocked to properly press her clitoris against the limb she was perched upon. She attempted to form the initial plosive of her sentence twice before managing it properly. "Please continue that action."