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'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.

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"I am uncertain," Spock admitted and watched intently as Christine's lips pressed against their fingers. "There are a vast multitude of activities I desire to request," Spock continued slowly, and shifted her half-lidded eyes to meet Christine's. "However, I am experiencing the need for some...immediacy in this situation."

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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Christine smiled against Spock's fingers, and glanced at her out of the corner of her eyes. The expression in them was almost mischievous.

"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 very nearly commented but any response she could have made would have forced Christine's tongue from her fingers, and that was absolutely unacceptable.

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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Christine wasn't about to stop, not when Spock was acting like this. She hummed her acquiescence, the vibrations making the Vulcan shiver. She swirled her tongue around Spock's finger and drew it out of her mouth just long enough to add a second, pressing her tongue down hard against the sensitive pads at Spock's fingertips.

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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Spock welcomed the additional closeness, as it amplified the pressure against her hips, added the press of Christine's chest against her own and the weight of an arm around her waist. The Vulcan pressed her lips against the side of Christine's head and exhaled throatily as the blonde's tongue pressed against the undersides of her fingers.

She was beyond the point of coherent speech, it was fortunate this was neither required nor expected at this juncture.

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Christine shivered as Spock exhaled harshly against her cheek. She caressed Spock's fingers with her tongue, grazing her teeth lightly against the knuckles.

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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Spock drew a shuddering gasp as cool fingers pressed against her and tensed as the sensory combination overwhelmed her. Her breath caught in her throat as she climaxed and Spock was silent, motionless for several seconds. When she finally recalled how to breathe, Spock released the air from her lungs in a long, thready exhalation and rested her forehead against Christine's shoulder.

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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"Only sufficient?" Christine asked, but her tone was more teasing than disappointed. She had drawn Spock's fingers from her mouth, though she kept Spock's hand grasped lightly in her own. She drew her opposite hand from under Spock's skirt and reached up, caressing the Vulcan's cheek with the backs of her fingers.

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"My apologies. It was, in fact, exemplary," Spock corrected after a moment and her eyes followed Christine's fingers as they trailed the side of her cheek. Spock settled her free hand against Christine's side and though she didn't lean into the embrace, she did not pull away. It was a comfortable situation.

"I can only hope your attention to hair is equally inspired," Spock added.