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science_blues) wrote2010-01-23 09:39 pm
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Private Communication to Nurse Chapel, Non-Native
I am aware that my departure was abrupt following our most recent social interaction. It has come to my attention that this abruptness could be easily misconstrued, particularly considering the concurrent sociocultural faux-pas I committed.
I desire to have a conversation on the subject.
If necessary, I will preface the aforementioned conversation with an apology regarding the aforementioned sociocultural faux-pas.
Please inform me when/if you are available for such a conversation.
Spock.
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"Wonderful," she murmured, as she forced herself to move, finding Spock's ears and rolling her fingers across them in tandem. "Oh, Spock." She couldn't reach Spock to kiss her, to do anything more than what she was doing, and so she concentrated on finding a steady rhythm as she moved her fingers across the Vulcan's scalp and ears.
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To demonstrate this lack of objection, Spock swirled her tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves and slowly slid her finger farther into Christine. As she withdrew the digit, she coupled it and applied much firmer pressure with her tongue.
She had noted Christine's previous reaction and it pleased her, insofar as anything was capable of eliciting the emotion. She fully intended to repeat it (several more times, if possible), this evening.
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She let out a shuddering breath as Spock's tongue flicked over her, a slight whimper as Spock added a second finger. Spock had very long fingers; she had noticed them when they first met on the away mission. She hadn't expected that fact to touch her so deeply, though.
Her hands didn't pause; if anything, the pressure she put on Spock's ears grew slightly rougher, the rhythm more erratic. She could feel a light sheen of sweat on her face, and the rate of her breathing had increased.
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Spock moaned hotly against Christine and continued the motions that caused the sharpest jumps and the most exaggerated breaks in the blonde's concentration. Truly, Spock recognized as she pressed her lips against Christine's pelvis and applied negative pressure to her clitoris, this was not for entirely unselfish reasons. Christine let out a short sound and the hands on her head flexed, drawing a heady sensation from the roots of Spock's hair and the pit of her stomach.
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Spock's fingers curled inside her, her tongue flicking across Christine's clitoris as she sucked, and Christine tensed, squeezing Spock's ears with a strength that would have hurt a human. She cried out as she tightened around Spock's fingers, a stream of clear fluid gushing out of her urethra as she fought to keep her seat.
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As Christine's breathing calmed, Spock opened her eyes and peered up at the blonde. She gently extracted her fingers from within the human and ran them across the tip of her tongue before setting them on Christine's exposed thigh.
"I presume," Spock began, her voice low and husky, "that this reaction implies you found my actions most favorable."
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"Most favorable," she assured her. "I should have warned you - sometimes that happens." She was too content to be embarrassed, and pulled down Spock's head for a kiss as the Vulcan stood. The taste of herself on Spock's lips was...queer, but not unpleasant. She licked into Spock's mouth, the kiss strangely sweet, given the circumstances.
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"There was no need to warn me," Spock informed her quietly, uttered against her lips as they parted briefly for air. Spock could feel her ears, her throat, she was likely tinted green all across her being. She was lightheaded, it would take very little to push her into her climax. Without further hesitation, Spock moved closer, pressed herself against Christine and slanted their lips together again.
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But not too much interest. She allowed her hand to travel back up to cup the back of Spock's neck, her thumb rubbing across the nape.
"What do you want?" she asked softly. "Less clothing, I hope." She tilted her head back slightly to smile up at Spock, and brought their entwined hands together to drop a kiss to Spock's fingers.
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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?"
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"I am," she admitted, "when I don't forget." Spock obviously didn't remember the incident that had occurred when Christine had come to visit her in her quarters, but Christine could hardly blame her at the moment.
She took one of Spock's fingers into her mouth, curling her tongue around it and sucking gently. Her eyes never left Spock's face.
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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."
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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.
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She was beyond the point of coherent speech, it was fortunate this was neither required nor expected at this juncture.
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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.
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She found her voice several seconds later. "That...is quite sufficient. Thank you, Christine," Spock said clearly as she picked her head back up.
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"I can only hope your attention to hair is equally inspired," Spock added.
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She shivered as a slight chill went through her, suddenly aware of just how little she was wearing. Which was to say, nothing at all.
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"You are cold?" Spock prompted and arched a brow. Of course, she was currently nude. Spock rose gingerly and straightened herself out, at least, to the best of her fairly extensive abilities. Once she had managed to look somewhat presentable, Spock extended a hand in offer to help Christine stand.
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"Maybe a little," she said, and pulled Spock's head down for a kiss.
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"I would normally suggest clothing could rectify this problem," Spock pointed out evenly as their lips separated again. "However, this case is abnormal. That suggestion is moot." Spock wrapped her free arm around Christine.
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"Abnormal?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Not that I'm arguing with your logic - I'm just not sure I follow it." She pressed her hand flat against Spock's abdomen.
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"Hence, abnormal."
Spock was calm and steady as Christine draped herself across her. This, too, was a comfortable situation.
"Christine," Spock supplied quietly. "While I do not object to this arrangement, this configuration would be 23.5% more effective if we were seated."
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She guided Spock to sit on the edge of the bed and crawled up to kneel behind her, brushing Spock's hair aside to reveal the top of her zipper. She leaned her head over the Vulcan's shoulder to drop a line of soft kisses to her cheek, slowly unzipping the uniform dress as she did so.
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