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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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?"

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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.

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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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"Vulcanoid muscular structure is similar, but the pivotal placement of tendons varies," Spock confirmed and pressed harder, gently pulling the blades of her shoulders together as she ran her thumbs down the furrow of Christine's spine and pressed against the circular bundles of muscles there.

"This muscle, the sacrospinalus," Spock elaborated as she moved to Christine's lower back, followed and rubbed the coiled tissue, "is less pronounced in Humans, due to your lesser weight.

"It joins against the sacrum, as the name implies," Spock continued and pressed the palm of her hand flat against the skin above Christine's tailbone. The heel of the hand pressed against the base of her lumbar and Spock's other hand moved up to her shoulder, urging her thorax back until the vertebrae shifted audibly beneath the pressure.

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Christine gasped as Spock pressed against her back, the tension noticeably lessening as her spine shifted. She closed her eyes and rolled her head slowly, stretching her back luxuriously.

"That feels wonderful," she murmured. She'd meant to ask Spock more about the structure and density of Vulcan muscles, but instead she simply smiled, reveling in the pressure of Spock's hands against her. Roger had never been especially skilled at backrubs, nor had he placed much value on learning how to improve.

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Spock did not respond verbally, but watched as Christine stretched back against her hands. Spock returned both hands to the base of Christine's spine and rubbed slow circles up the expanse of her back. As she did so, Spock leaned over the blonde's shoulder and pressed her lips against the side of her neck.

She didn't intend to complete the massage prematurely, but it would be an overt waste of opportunity to ignore all other options.

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"Mmm," Christine hummed, her eyes drifting shut. It did feel amazing, but it was almost too relaxing. If Spock kept this up for too much longer, Christine would be in danger of falling asleep.

She smiled as Spock's lips brushed against her neck, and raised one hand to the side of the Vulcan's head, her fingers fumbling in the thick hair for a moment before they found what they were seeking. She caressed the shell of Spock's ear slowly, her thumb lingering in slow circles on the tip.

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Spock's hands stilled just beneath Christine's shoulder-blades and the Vulcan stared at the side of Christine's face. She appeared relaxed and quite content, her eyes closed and lips parted slightly. Her fingers traced the length of Spock's ear, an action that sent a shiver down her spine, and Spock replaced her lips to the side of Christine's jaw.

"Perhaps something else?" Spock suggested against skin and her hands moved to undo the human's brassiere.

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"Please."

Christine shivered as Spock deftly unhooked her bra. She turned her head to capture Spock's in a slow kiss, running her tongue gently along the seam of Spock's lips.

She pulled her arms away from the back of the chair, crossing them and bringing them up to her shoulders to pull the straps of her bra down and off.

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Spock parted her lips and permitted Christine her desired entry. They kissed briefly and Spock pulled away as Christine moved. She took the garment as Christine slipped it off and placed it aside, draped it across the chair while the blonde turned around.

Spock's hands settled against the sides of Christine's breasts, fingers rolling their weight without hesitation as she kissed the blonde again. She was still leaning over, an awkward position for such prolonged contact. Spock moved and leaned her knee against the seat of the chair, used the lip of it to steady herself as she urged Christine to relax back.

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There was a limit to how much Christine could actually relax in the straight-backed chair, but she did her best, scooting forward a bit so that she could lean back at an angle. She tilted her head back to meet Spock's, settling her hands on the Vulcan's waist to anchor her in place.

It felt wonderful to be freed of the confinement of her bra, and Spock's gentle massage of her breasts felt almost as good as the backrub had. She made a small noise against Spock's mouth, arching up to return her kiss insistently.

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Predictability was the bane of experimentation. Though Spock had not been entirely in her ideal state of being during their first encounter, she was discomfited by the thought of following a similar path too quickly. With Christine's hands at her waist, bracing her, Spock leaned forward and slid her knee between Christine's legs until it was pressed flush against the inseam of the blonde's underwear.

On a side note, assuming she returned to her native universe within her natural life, she would have to submit to Starfleet Command a series of papers touting the merits of nylons as an accompanying piece of regulation uniform. If she were technical enough, it could become mandate.

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Christine gasped lightly, arching her pelvis against the contact. As Spock bent her head, her hair fell forward, obscuring her face. Christine wrapped one arm more tightly around Spock's waist and raised her other hand to brush aside the thick hair.

She tucked it gently behind Spock's ear and moved her head to gently suck at the earlobe.

"Your hair is gorgeous," she murmured. "You'll have to let me style it for you sometime."

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Spock permitted her eyes to close as Christine moved and drew her lips and tongue across the lobe of her left ear. The sensation was distracting and it took several seconds for Spock to absorb what Christine had said.

"That is," Spock responded, a slightly greater pause between her words than normal, "an agreeable proposal."

Christine arched toward Spock's leg, and the Vulcan obliged her, pressing down against the apex of the blonde's pelvis with the length of her thigh. The feel of Christine's heat against her bare leg was novel--perhaps, from now on, she would wear a dress as part of her regular uniform rotation. As pleasant as it was, Spock greatly desired to feel that same anatomical feature with several other appendages. Almost reluctantly, Spock moved her hands away from Christine's breasts and settled them against the human's hips. She pulled back, breaking contact with Christine's lips, and slid down to her knees at the base of the chair.

"This particular undergarment is causing me issue, might I remove it for you?" Spock requested and slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of Christine's panties.

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Christine smiled, lowering her lashes as she looked down at Spock. "Goodness," she proclaimed, "We wouldn't want it causing you issues, Spock," and grasped the edges of the chair, lifting her hips to allow Spock to remove the panties.

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"Indeed," Spock agreed placidly and slowly arched a brow.

Spock drew the garment down Christine's legs and set it down beside the chair. Without the underwear, Christine was once again nude but for her nylons and shoes. It was a rather fascinating combination and held a certain aesthetic appeal. Spock absorbed it momentarily before placing her hands on Christine's thighs.

Silently, she urged them farther apart and Christine acquiesced. Once they afforded a significant enough angle, Spock leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the apex of her labia majorae. She had been unable to perform this upon their last encounter, and unfortunate waste of opportunity.

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Christine shuddered as Spock kissed her, a surge of desire shooting through her at the feeling of the Vulcan's hot breath. She released her grip on the chair with a conscious effort and ran her fingers through Spock's hair, her nails tracing slow lines down the Vulcan's scalp.

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Spock leaned against the touch, lifted her head slightly against Christine's nails and her own hands moved to the tops of the human's nylons. Her fingers dipped beneath the bands but that did not seem sufficient. Of course, an alternative method.

Spock gently extricated her head from Christine's fingers and pressed her tongue against the thin, sheer fabric that covered Christine's left thigh. The slim muscle caught on the band and Spock drew it between her teeth. With an even, controlled motion, the band slipped free from its ideal position and the fabric whispered down the woman's leg. As it reached the knee, Spock moved and captured the second in similar fashion.

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Christine watched, wide-eyed and silent, as Spock carefully took the fabric between her teeth and began pulling it back. She raised her thigh slightly to allow the hose to slip off, lowering it again as Spock moved to her other leg.

As Spock bent over the second stocking, Christine touched the side of her face gently, causing the Vulcan to look up slightly, the band still caught between her teeth.

"I want to see your eyes," Christine said softly, stroking her thumb along the Vulcan's cheekbone.

Her eyes were so much like his.

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Christine's mind was wandering, Spock could feel it in her thumbs, in her fingertips as Christine pressed them against the side of her face. Her mouth was occupied, or else she would have warned Christine to avoid what she was doing. She nearly dropped the band as the shock of information slipped across her mind. The comparison was uncanny and, if she would admit it, a bit offensive. It was not surprising, but...disappointing.

As Spock drew down Christine's other nylon, she gently pulled herself from the range of the human's hands. She cleared her mind as she removed Christine's shoes, and rolled the thin leg-coverings off the woman's feet. She set them aside, as she had the rest of her clothing, and returned her attentions to Christine.

"All hindrances have been sufficiently removed," Spock informed her evenly and leaned forward to press a kiss against the tendonous span between Christine's bellybutton and her pubic bone.

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Christine was blissfully unaware of Spock's unintentional reading of her thoughts. She brought her hand to Spock's head again - the only part of her that she could reach. It felt selfish, somehow, to sit back and let Spock do all the work - though she had every intention of ensuring that the Vulcan enjoyed herself thoroughly later on.

"What can I do?" she asked softly, running her thumb down Spock's ear.

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Spock drew a deep breath as she stroked her ear and arched a brow.

"That will prove quite...sufficient," Spock assured her and bowed her head.

It took little effort to insinuate her fingers between Christine's labia majorae, and she parted them so that her tongue could trace the delicate interior curves and swells of Christine's genitalia. Christine tasted most curious, and most pleasant, and Spock took careful time to make certain that it was a globally consistent flavor.

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Christine let her head fall back to rest against the back of the chair, her thumb faltering briefly in its rhythm as Spock's tongue explored her folds. It was a heady feeling, looking down to see Spock on her knees before her, her head bowed as if worshipping Christine's body, and it would have made her feel uncomfortable but for the fact that she knew Spock wanted to do this.

She brought her free hand to the other side of Spock's head, twining her fingers in the thick hair and letting them slip free, enjoying the feel of the strands brushing across her knuckles.

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Christine's hands provided no direction, but slipped into her hair and pressed against her ears in gentle motions. It was satisfying, if not vigorous enough for Spock's usual taste.

The Vulcan responded to Christine's gentle ministrations by sliding her fingers between the blonde's labia minorae and following with the insinuation of her tongue. It took little effort for Spock to locate the opening she sought and she promptly traced the exterior of it with the length of her tongue.

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The motion was teasing, and Christine shivered, her hips reflexively thrusting up in search of more. Her hands tightened in Spock's hair, not guiding or forcing, but enough to communicate the strength of Christine's desire.

Although there would be other signs of that, too, that Spock would surely have noticed by now.