Christine shivered as Spock exhaled harshly against her cheek. She caressed Spock's fingers with her tongue, grazing her teeth lightly against the knuckles.

She let her hand creep down Spock's side to her thigh. The uniform skirts in this version of Starfleet were very short; surely her own was a little longer?

She slipped her hand up under the skirt, slid her fingers beneath Spock's panties, pressed against the hot skin at the juncture of Spock's hip.