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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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.

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Christine shifted against her mouth, tried to press Spock's tongue deeper into her, but to little avail. Spock, however, was neither unaware no resistant to the idea of aiding the human in her efforts and moved her tongue up as she gently pressed a finger into Christine. She was well lubricated already. It was a fortunate sign, one that encouraged Spock to slide the flat of her tongue across the hooded swell of Christine's clitoris.

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The dual sensations made Christine gasp, arching her back as she clenched around Spock. She closed her eyes, forcing her breathing to steady, and realized that her hands in Spock's hair had stilled.

"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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It did not escape Spock that she was, for all intents and purposes, being stroked like a cat. Yet, as the steady rhythm on her ear sent a flush of arousal to her pelvis and the calm pressure of fingers relaxed her from her scalp outward, she could find little reason to object.

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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Christine shifted her hips slightly to better accommodate Spock. The chair was novel, and not at all bad, but it did take some getting used to.

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 was having difficulty maintaining an ideal rhythm as Christine's own faltered, yet the erratic tugging of her ears was all consuming, so her distraction could likely be excused.

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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Christine gasped, her hands moving blindly in Spock's hair. The Vulcan's ears were hot under her fingers, and Christine would have been tempted to push her hair back, to see them flushed green with arousal, but at the moment it was all she could do to keep the semblance of a rhythm.

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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Spock drew a sharp breath and her eyes fluttered as Christine's fingers twisted around the shell of her ears. Her distraction came simultaneously with the trickling splatter of liquid. It took Spock nearly 2.34 seconds to identify it, but she did not move from Christine's grip.

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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Christine smiled, and held out a hand to help Spock to her feet.

"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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Spock responded easily to Christine's tongue, humming quietly as she threaded her fingers between the blonde's. They were cooler, especially now, but in no way unpleasant. Spock shivered as she slid them against her own.

"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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Christine's free arm slipped around Spock as their bodies pressed together. She slid her hand down Spock's back, noting with interest the way the Vulcan's ribcage extended lower than those in humans.

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.