science_blues | Private Communication to Nurse Chapel, Non-Native

Christine bit back a smile. It would be very rude to laugh at Spock's serious request.

She pretended to consider it for a moment.

"I don't know, Spock," she said slowly. "I admit, my back was a bit sore the next day. But it seemed to work all right. "

She tilted her head and looked at Spock. "Unless you have a better suggestion?"

"Several, as a point of fact," Spock replied. "Though which I vocalize will be determined by the specific needs of the moment.

"Though common," Spock continued, "I do not object to beds as locations in which to preform such activities."

Christine nodded somberly.

"I've always found them to serve the purpose quite well," she admitted. "Though now I'm curious about your other suggestions."

"The allure of several may be unduly damaged with prior consideration," Spock defended lightly. "In short...they are better, if they are a surprise.

"However, if you are asking because you desire to immediately experience one of these options," Spock continued, "Then I would readily suggest them."

Christine considered this for a moment.

She fixed her gaze on Spock.

"I have one question first," she asked seriously. "Are you sure that nothing you've eaten today contains cinnamon?"

"Given that I am not currently experiencing a loss of balance, or sharp vertigo, I must conclude that nothing I have consumed today contained cinnamon," Spock answered evenly and quirked an eyebrow.

"And...no chocolate either?" Christine added, moving a step closer to Spock.

"None, whatsoever," Spock replied and permitted her arms to fall to her sides.

Christine smiled and glanced down briefly before looking back up at Spock's face.

"In that case, Spock, I would be happy to...experience one of your options," she said softly, capturing Spock's forearms in her hands and sliding her fingers down to lightly grasp Spock's wrists.

"That is most agreeable," Spock replied and leaned forward to press her lips against Christine's. Without the distraction of toxic chemical imbalance, it was still quite a pleasant activity.

Spock considered what she knew of Christine as she engaged in kissing her. If she were similar to Christian, it was unlikely she would have any of the more interesting accouterments on hand. Unfortunate, but ultimately unnecessary. Spock extricated her right hand from Christine's light grasp and ran the tips of her fingers along the side of the human's jaw, settling them just behind her ear.

"As I did not ask this during our initial encounter," Spock prefaced as she pulled mere millimeters away from Christine. "Is there any activity you desire that I should perform?"

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Christine blinked, bringing her free hand up to settle on the Vulcan's waist. She hadn't expected Spock to ask for requests.

"What did you have in mind?" she murmured, looking up at Spock.

"I had intended to do that which I was too unstable to upon our first encounter," Spock answered and idly ran her index finger along the shell of Christine's ear. It was a motion more of her own familiarity, but the textural qualities of the human female's skin were most appealing.

"It entails gradual undressing and considerable oral stimulation," Spock concluded thoughtfully, "If you do not object."

"Oh," Christine breathed, her breath hitching slightly.

She slid her hand down Spock's palm and twined their fingers together, squeezing gently.

"I don't have any objections, Spock."

Spock's fingers flinched slightly, a reflexive reaction to the pressure, and Spock arched a brow.

"That is, also, most fortunate," Spock answered and closed the minute space between them. As her lips engaged Christine's her hand blindly followed the curve of her neck to the neckline of her dress. She recalled where the zipper of this particular uniform was, but was in no rush to obtain nudity.

Christine closed her eyes as Spock pressed their lips together, leaning forward slightly into the kiss. She slid her left hand along Spock's waist to press against her lower back, flattening her palm and gently pulling Spock closer.

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Spock stepped forward at Christine's gentle pressure, conceding to her nonverbal request, and parted the blonde's lips to initiate a deeper kiss. Her hand, entwined with Christine's slipped free and followed the line of the human's arm up to her shoulder. Her thumb brushed over the exposed section of Christine's clavicle and Spock broke from Christine's lips just slightly.

"Your skin is quite fascinating," Spock commented quietly.

Christine smiled against Spock's mouth, raising her hand to thread through the Vulcan's hair.

"Are you trying to tell me I'm beautiful, Spock?" she asked, and pressed their lips together again without giving her a chance to reply.

Spock arched a brow, but conceded to Christine's kissing. She had not been afforded appropriate time to confirm or deny the question. Apparently it was rhetorical. Nevertheless, it did not reduce the truth of her previous statement.

Spock kissed Christine deeply, her hands dropping to rub across the rise of her trapezius and press against the curve of the muscles. Without the distraction of intoxication, she could feel the swell of thought beneath Christine's skin. She ignored it, dutifully, and allowed her hands to drift to the sides of Christine's thorax.

Christine let out a soft sigh as Spock's hands pressed down against her shoulders. They were very warm, and felt wonderful against the still slightly tense muscles. She wondered if Spock would be willing to give her a massage at some point.

Christine scratched her nails lightly against Spock's scalp, and pulled her head down gently to deepen the kiss. She allowed her other hand to follow the curve of Spock's spine until her hand rested between Spock's shoulder blades.

Spock leaned her head back against Christine's nails, the drag of them was comfortable and stimulating, and traced the length of the woman's tongue with her own. Though she had been in no rush, Spock desired the risk of additional skin contact.

Spock's hands found the zipper of Christine's dress and eased it down, parted the fabric above the swell of her back and insinuated themselves against the skin there. Her muscles were tight and tensed slightly as Spock's hands pressed against them. This was simply unacceptable.

"Christine?" Spock prompted as she pulled back a breath. A brief kiss punctuated her sentence. "You are tense, shall I relieve this for you?"

Christine drew back slightly, studying the Vulcan's face. Spock didn't know what she was thinking, did she? Unbidden, the image of her own Spock, the memory of his kiss, rose up in her mind, but Spock's expression didn't change.

Of course. Spock - any Spock - would never read someone's thoughts without permission. She focused on the situation at hand, just in case.

"That would be lovely, Spock," she said, smiling. "Thank you."

"Very well," Spock agreed evenly and extracted her hands from the interior of Christine's dress. "To achieve maximum effectiveness, you should recline in some fashion.

"I request, for my own sense of aesthetics, that you do so without your uniform," Spock added and took a brief moment to look Christine over.

Christine felt her skin growing warm as Spock's eyes traveled down her body, a small thrill pulsing through her. She nodded, and brought her hand back to unzip the dress the rest of the way before pulling the sleeves down and off.

She let the dress fall to the floor, shimmying slightly to get it over her hips, and stepped out of it, moving to pull one of the dining chairs away from the table. The back of the chair was fairly high, and wouldn't allow Spock much access to her shoulders, but there weren't any other chairs in the room, and the bed apparently wasn't one of Spock's options tonight.

She straddled it backwards, leaning her arms on the back of the chair and turning her head to look at Spock.

"Is this acceptable?"

Spock was silent for 4.35 seconds as she watched Christine adjust atop the seat, likely to make the unusual configuration comfortable. Clad in her undergarments and the thigh high nylons her native universe seemed to encourage, she was quite aesthetically pleasing. Spock savored the view, filing it away for later reference.

"Quite," Spock answered and stepped up behind Christine. Her hands settled lightly against the woman's shoulders and her fingertips pressed against the sides of her neck. She flattened her palms out above her scapulae and exerted pressure against the span of her shoulders. Christine permitted Spock to move her torso and Spock pressed her thumbs against the center of Christine's upper back.

"It is a fascinating study, Xeno-biology," Spock commented idly as her thumbs worked against the shifting muscles. "Unlike Vulcanoids, Humans possess a gap in the musculature of their thorax, a pair of triangular windows in the tissue that permit direct stimulation of deep, support musculature."

To demonstrate her point, Spock pressed the heels of her hands against the space alongside Christine's shoulder-blades. The muscles were tight and she rolled her hands against them in gradual circles.

Christine moaned in satisfaction as Spock's hands pressed against her back, rolling her shoulders slightly to intensify the pressure. She hadn't realized how tense she was.

"Is your muscular anatomy very different, then?" she asked with interest. She turned her head to the side, although she couldn't quite see Spock without straining her neck. "I know your organ placement isn't the same as ours."

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