Private Communication to Nurse Chapel, Non-Native

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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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Spock's brows rose in tandem as she absorbed Christine's comment. Somehow, despite the gradual clarification of the situation, Christine had still managed to misconstrue Spock's intentions. This was most curious.

"Human speech patterns have a tendency to be increasingly nonspecific when discomfort is introduced, if I am misinterpreting your meaning, please provide clarification," Spock prefaced. "While it is true that I would not have normally experienced the abrupt and severe chemical imbalance that sparked the events of our sexual encounter, it is not equal to state that I would not have pursued the goal.

"Admittedly, I would have preferred a more gradual approach, but as there was no conflict of consent, that would have been unnecessary," Spock added, almost conversationally. "However, if the concept of future intimacy is distasteful to you, I shall agree to forget it."

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Christine stared at Spock, not quite daring to believe what she was hearing.

"Future intimacy?" she repeated. "You mean...it wasn't just the cinnamon? You'd want to...to sleep together again?"

She held her breath as she waited for Spock's reply.

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Spock considered her query briefly and formulated a response. However, given the current trend of miscommunication, she opted for the shortest accurate reply.

"Yes."

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Christine could feel herself relaxing. She smiled and stepped forward, slightly closer to Spock.

"I'd like that too, Spock," she said shyly, realizing as she said it that it was true. She still missed her Spock, and this one wasn't him. But her speech and mannerisms were just similar enough to make Christine feel an affection and comfort with Spock that might not otherwise have been there. And she couldn't deny that she'd had fun, the other day, at least up to the point when Spock had begun acting so strangely.

She almost reached out to catch Spock's hand, but caught herself just in time, dropping her hands to her sides awkwardly.

If she didn't say it now, she might never say it.

"You should know that I normally don't...that is," she started over. "That was the first time I ever...Well, all my previous partners have been male." She hastened to explain before Spock could draw the wrong conclusion. "I mean, not that I didn't enjoy it, but...well...I didn't really know what I was doing, exactly." She wondered if a cure for blushing had been discovered yet, in this universe.

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"Your technique was most acceptable, there is no need to disclaim your actions," Spock assured her evenly. "Though in the future, I should prefer we engage in physical intimacy in a less...hm." Spock paused as she considered her own objection.

"I would prefer we not engage in sexual intercourse on the galley counter. Is that acceptable?"

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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?"

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"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."

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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."

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"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."

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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?"

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"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.

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

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

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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.

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"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.

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"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."

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"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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"