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 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.

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"Oh, I have a few ideas already," Christine assured her, reaching a hand up to twine her fingers through Spock's hair briefly before letting it fall to her shoulder again.

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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Spock pulled back slightly and took a moment to examine what little of Christine she could see from her current vantage.

"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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Christine accepted the hand gratefully, pulling herself up and immediately cuddling close to take full advantage of Spock's body heat.

"Maybe a little," she said, and pulled Spock's head down for a kiss.

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Spock permitted Christine to maneuver her as she saw fit, there was no logical reason to deny her, and regarded the woman with an arched brow.

"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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Christine snuggled close, resting her head on Spock's shoulder.

"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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"Normally I would not be speaking to an aesthetically pleasing blonde who was intent upon utilizing me as a heating alternative," Spock elaborated in such a matter of fact fashion that she might as well have been discussing particle physics.

"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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"Very logical, Spock," Christine agreed, her lips twitching. She took Spock's hand and began leading her over to the bed. "But you're forgetting another way to make this even more effective."

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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The overall retention and transfer of bodily heat would in no way be affected by the removal of Spock's clothing. Spock, however, was disinclined to supply this information and remained silent as Christine undid the zipper on the back of her temporary uniform. Spock shifted out of the garment and was left in only her bra. She removed it, for symmetry's sake, and rejoined Christine on the mattress.

"A keen suggestion," Spock commented as she wrapped her arms around Christine's torso and pulled her close once more.

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On the contrary, Spock's bare skin against hers was much warmer than the uniform had been. Not to mention more comfortable. Christine propped pillows up against the wall and reclined slightly, pulling Spock with her and shifting until they were both comfortable.

"Mmm," she announced. She snuggled into Spock's arms and glanced up at her.

"So," she said. "I understand that it's common in human culture to converse about a sexual encounter immediately afterwards." She trailed her fingers idly down Spock's side as she spoke.

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Spock watched Christine in a relaxed fashion, it was possible she was only paying half her standard amount of attention. Spock blinked and her brow furrowed lightly as Christine walked her fingers back up her side.

"Your diction implies that you are mocking me," Spock stated evenly. "Though if you wish to discuss our encounter, I do not object. I would merely prefer...is this technically post-coital cuddling?"

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Christine smiled against Spock's skin. It was so...Spock. If the voice was just a little deeper, the chest beneath her head broader and flatter...

"Mocking you?" she repeated, and pulled back slightly to look at Spock, as if affronted. "Spock, I'm hurt."

She settled her head back against Spock, well aware that she was acting a little clingy, and that it wasn't just the cold. On some level, perhaps, she'd still been afraid that given the chance, Spock would make her excuses and leave right away. But Spock didn't seem to mind being hugged and petted, led around and undressed at Christine's whim.

"It is," she said in answer to Spock's question. "Do you like it?"

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"It is acceptable," Spock replied. "That you are hurt is an assertion which in no way impacts the implication of your mockery."

Still, she was very comfortable.

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Christine sighed sorrowfully. "You've caught me, Spock," she said. "I admit it. I was making fun of you."

Were Vulcans ticklish? She poked Spock's ribs, experimentally.

And glanced up at Spock. The expression in her eyes was clear. What are you going to do about it?

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Spock was, at current, unaware if any other Vulcans were particularly sensitive to tickling. It did not come up frequently in conversation. She, however, was not. She arched a brow at Christine's challenging expression and returned the same glancing crush of fingers, dancing them across the human's exposed ribs.

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Unfortunately for Christine, she was very ticklish. She doubled up almost as soon as Spock's fingers brushed across her ribs, all the air leaving her lungs in a sudden wheeze.

Spock raised an eyebrow and redoubled her efforts, and Christine blindly tried to grab the Vulcan's wrists and force her back.

"Stopstopstop," she gasped between her laughter, kicking futilely.

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"Very well," Spock agreed and did as she requested. She leveled a look at Christine that could, very liberally, be defined as bemused. "It is not wise to instigate that which you cannot withstand," Spock chided evenly. "Though there is little cause for alarm."

She may or may not have tickled Christine intentionally as she withdrew her hands from the human's sides.

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"Now you know my weakness," Christine complained good-naturedly, capturing Spock's hands in hers as she repositioned herself beside the Vulcan. Spock could break free easily, but at least it gave her the illusion of control. "I'll just have to work even harder to find yours." She gave Spock's hands an extra squeeze.