Private Communication to Nurse Chapel, Non-Native

[science_blues]

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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[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Christine smiled and shook her head.

"Neither one, I'm afraid," she said. "Keep trying." With a reluctant sigh, she released Spock's hands and sat up. "I just realized I never had dinner. I can't imagine what distracted me." She looked at Spock. "Are you hungry?"

[science-blues.livejournal.com]

"It is earlier than my scheduled meal, but not sufficiently early to refuse dining with you," Spock replied and lingered in her reclined position as Christine moved off the bed and stood.

"As to what had distracted you," Spock continued, "I cannot speculate."

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

"Not even a guess, I'm sure," Christine said, walking to the replicator. "Excuse me, hypothesis." She paused, thinking, before punching in an order for two sandwiches. They could eat those easily enough on the bed, and not have to bother with utensils.

She brought the sandwiches back and offered one to Spock before rejoining her. "No cinnamon, I promise," she assured her, smiling.

[science-blues.livejournal.com]

Spock took the food from Christine and examined it slowly. It appeared to be vegetarian. Spock considered the food and a took pause. A finger food was...inappropriate, but they had just finished engaging in sexual intimacy. Certainly that was no more delicate--possibly, inappropriate--than devouring a finger-food in the presence of another.

Spock took a bite of the food. It would be even more inappropriate to discard proffered sustenance.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Christine relaxed next to Spock as she ate her sandwich, absentmindedly licking her fingers clean as she finished.

She glanced sidelong at Spock. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this happy and relaxed - certainly not since she'd arrived in this universe.

"Spock," she said, as the Vulcan finished eating. She brushed her fingers down Spock's arm affectionately. "Thank you."

[science-blues.livejournal.com]

Spock regarded the blonde and she finished her mildly inappropriate foodstuffs. She had, on several occasions, informed humans that the indulgence of thanks was illogical. They had, in all events, waved her comment off.

"If ever you desire my company," Spock replied evenly, bypassing the issue of thanks and logical progression, "You need merely to inform me."

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Spock," Christine said, touched. "And the same to you, of course. I've very much enjoyed getting to know you."

She leaned over slightly to kiss Spock's cheek.

"I know it's early, but I'm exhausted," she said apologetically as she drew back. "I think I'll go to bed early. You're welcome to stay, but...I'm afraid it won't be very exciting."

[science-blues.livejournal.com]

"I shall have to decline the invitation," Spock replied and rose to gather her temporary uniform. "I have other tasks to which I must attend."

She dressed casually and regarded Christine before she moved toward the doorway.

"Live long and prosper, Christine," Spock offered evenly.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

"Peace and long life, Spock."

The words were slightly slurred. Christine could feel her eyelids drooping already.

She snuggled in beneath her blankets, and let them fall shut.

There was an almost wistful smile on her face as she fell asleep.