Christine wasn't about to stop, not when Spock was acting like this. She hummed her acquiescence, the vibrations making the Vulcan shiver. She swirled her tongue around Spock's finger and drew it out of her mouth just long enough to add a second, pressing her tongue down hard against the sensitive pads at Spock's fingertips.

Spock was leaning against her, breathing heavily, and a quiet thrill spread in Christine's stomach. She had brought her to this. She snaked her other arm around Spock's waist again, pulling her as close as possible.