Six times six;

Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise. In addition to my duties as science officer, I serve as first officer to Captain James T. Kirk. Together, along with the crew, we are part of an ongoing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before.

[thegoodnessofprovidence]

once more unto the breach

logistics | carrd | prompts

indie ACD canon / Granada Sherlock Holmes RP

Some quick notes:

mun and muse are 25+

Along with RP, aesthetic, meta, headcanon, and Sherlockian game-adjacent posts will be present

To that end, this writing is intended to be derived from the canon / Granada episodes but not strictly adhere to it nor meant to be a pastiche. My interpretation of Holmes is 100% going to be skewed by my personal reading of the character.

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My muse for Spock is so very limited to headcanons and chats but this is where I am now, in the event anyone is still following this blog and/or curious

[hellodarjeeling]

Any episode of TOS, really

[trek-tracks]

Is it an anxiety problem if 90% of your “bad feelings” turn out to have merit

[peridotsarelongterm]

Thankfully for Bones, he also has a CO ready and willing to validate those bad feelings by creating problems out of thin air.

[trek-tracks]

Okay, this might be a more accurate representation of the inside of Bones’ brain.

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The search for spock in 2021 is just trying to remember his email/password login

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Windmills of Your Mind

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The landscape of his mind shifted a bit when she apologized and it became (another) goal in the evening to show her that no amount of human emotion would scare him off, because deep down and as much as he’d hate to admit it, he and every other Vulcan outside of Gol had emotional depths so intense it drove the race to suppress them—which meant that while he’d never pass up an opportunity to flex his Vulcan superiority over humans, he’d also never trulybe able to claim he was completely without feeling.

Spock placed a hand on each side of her head and gently brushed at her meld points, indicating that he wished to open the bond, but not yet join minds. Touch telepathy added a component to a Vulcan sexual relationship while a bond was open and active—the ability to detect and respond to one another’s desires though physical contact.

It took a few moments of relaxation a flicker of an image, her remembering all the techniques she had been trying to meditate and gain better control- but she opened her end of the bond, like a steady currents in an untouched plasma ball, waiting and inviting.

Ready for instruction, she thought, her lips grinning against his.  Humor skipped across the planes of both hearts, like a stone on a lake.

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The bond opened and in came a sequence of images and directions that would have made any red blooded human turn the shade of the engineering uniforms.

The way Christine looked through his eyes: sensuous, bold, caring, human, reserved, capable, intelligent, desirable—never an alternative, he wished she didn’t have to be the alternative when he proposed that sexual encounter to both of their advantage—

The directions: to lie back and tilt her head to the left, now the right; scientists with touch telepathy that can deftly play complicated stringed instruments are truly the holy trifecta of fingering.

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Windmills of Your Mind

[nursecchapel]

The landscape of his mind shifted a bit when she apologized and it became (another) goal in the evening to show her that no amount of human emotion would scare him off, because deep down and as much as he’d hate to admit it, he and every other Vulcan outside of Gol had emotional depths so intense it drove the race to suppress them—which meant that while he’d never pass up an opportunity to flex his Vulcan superiority over humans, he’d also never trulybe able to claim he was completely without feeling.

Spock placed a hand on each side of her head and gently brushed at her meld points, indicating that he wished to open the bond, but not yet join minds. Touch telepathy added a component to a Vulcan sexual relationship while a bond was open and active—the ability to detect and respond to one another’s desires though physical contact.

It took a few moments of relaxation a flicker of an image, her remembering all the techniques she had been trying to meditate and gain better control- but she opened her end of the bond, like a steady currents in an untouched plasma ball, waiting and inviting.

Ready for instruction, she thought, her lips grinning against his.  Humor skipped across the planes of both hearts, like a stone on a lake.

[spockxtmprsqzntwlfb]

The bond opened and in came a sequence of images and directions that would have made any red blooded human turn the shade of the engineering uniforms.

The way Christine looked through his eyes: sensuous, bold, caring, human, reserved, capable, intelligent, desirable—never an alternative, he wished she didn’t have to be the alternative when he proposed that sexual encounter to both of their advantage—

The directions: to lie back and tilt her head to the left, now the right; scientists with touch telepathy that can deftly play complicated stringed instruments are truly the holy trifecta of fingering.

[nursecchapel]

Windmills of Your Mind

[nursecchapel]

The landscape of his mind shifted a bit when she apologized and it became (another) goal in the evening to show her that no amount of human emotion would scare him off, because deep down and as much as he’d hate to admit it, he and every other Vulcan outside of Gol had emotional depths so intense it drove the race to suppress them—which meant that while he’d never pass up an opportunity to flex his Vulcan superiority over humans, he’d also never trulybe able to claim he was completely without feeling.

Spock placed a hand on each side of her head and gently brushed at her meld points, indicating that he wished to open the bond, but not yet join minds. Touch telepathy added a component to a Vulcan sexual relationship while a bond was open and active—the ability to detect and respond to one another’s desires though physical contact.

It took a few moments of relaxation a flicker of an image, her remembering all the techniques she had been trying to meditate and gain better control- but she opened her end of the bond, like a steady currents in an untouched plasma ball, waiting and inviting.

Ready for instruction, she thought, her lips grinning against his.  Humor skipped across the planes of both hearts, like a stone on a lake.

[spockxtmprsqzntwlfb]

The bond opened and in came a sequence of images and directions that would have made any red blooded human turn the shade of the engineering uniforms.

The way Christine looked through his eyes: sensuous, bold, caring, human, reserved, capable, intelligent, desirable—never an alternative, he wished she didn’t have to be the alternative when he proposed that sexual encounter to both of their advantage—

The directions: to lie back and tilt her head to the left, now the right; scientists with touch telepathy that can deftly play complicated stringed instruments are truly the holy trifecta of fingering.

[nursecchapel]

Windmills of Your Mind

[nursecchapel]

The landscape of his mind shifted a bit when she apologized and it became (another) goal in the evening to show her that no amount of human emotion would scare him off, because deep down and as much as he’d hate to admit it, he and every other Vulcan outside of Gol had emotional depths so intense it drove the race to suppress them—which meant that while he’d never pass up an opportunity to flex his Vulcan superiority over humans, he’d also never trulybe able to claim he was completely without feeling.

Spock placed a hand on each side of her head and gently brushed at her meld points, indicating that he wished to open the bond, but not yet join minds. Touch telepathy added a component to a Vulcan sexual relationship while a bond was open and active—the ability to detect and respond to one another’s desires though physical contact.

It took a few moments of relaxation a flicker of an image, her remembering all the techniques she had been trying to meditate and gain better control- but she opened her end of the bond, like a steady currents in an untouched plasma ball, waiting and inviting.

Ready for instruction, she thought, her lips grinning against his.  Humor skipped across the planes of both hearts, like a stone on a lake.

[spockxtmprsqzntwlfb]

The bond opened and in came a sequence of images and directions that would have made any red blooded human turn the shade of the engineering uniforms.

The way Christine looked through his eyes: sensuous, bold, caring, human, reserved, capable, intelligent, desirable—never an alternative, he wished she didn’t have to be the alternative when he proposed that sexual encounter to both of their advantage—

The directions: to lie back and tilt her head to the left, now the right; scientists with touch telepathy that can deftly play complicated stringed instruments are truly the holy trifecta of fingering.

[bee2111]

Visit Original Link

September 1977

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Windmills of Your Mind

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Spock didn’t smile by stretching his lips into a grin. Instead, he conveyed amusement and positive emotions (which he had still yet to recognize as happiness) by more subtle movements. The certain way he’d raise an eyebrow, the tension around his eyes giving way to a warm look—all of these things he did as she held her hands to his meld points.

“Not yet, ashayam, I wouldn’t want you to lose your energy so early into the demonstration.” He put forth the images and feelings of the time they were together on Vulcan and melded for the first time, and how that after/during sex was effectively a guaranteed 8 hours of solid sleep.

But he did still take her to the bed with every intention of recreating that night and then some more.

Christine smiled, hearing the endearment form his lips and his ind.  She felt an emotion, gold and warm spread through her.  And her conscious seemed to calm.

This is how it should be.  The thought ran through her, even as her mouth kissed his again, her fingers sliding to the top clasp of his tunic.  I’m sorry.  This was hwo it shoudl be.  Contentment.  A humming note between them, harmony in minds, not melted into one, but a frequency along the same wave.

[spockxtmprsqzntwlfb]

The landscape of his mind shifted a bit when she apologized and it became (another) goal in the evening to show her that no amount of human emotion would scare him off, because deep down and as much as he’d hate to admit it, he and every other Vulcan outside of Gol had emotional depths so intense it drove the race to suppress them—which meant that while he’d never pass up an opportunity to flex his Vulcan superiority over humans, he’d also never truly be able to claim he was completely without feeling.

Spock placed a hand on each side of her head and gently brushed at her meld points, indicating that he wished to open the bond, but not yet join minds. Touch telepathy added a component to a Vulcan sexual relationship while a bond was open and active—the ability to detect and respond to one another’s desires though physical contact.

[nursecchapel]

Windmills of Your Mind

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In general, Spock tried to keep his emotional responses controlled. On the rare occasions that he did feel sadness, joy, anger, it was because he allowed himself a moment of reprieve from his control. The unexpected flutter in his side over Christine’s reaction to the gift was unscheduled, but not averse to have it happen again.

“Affirmative.” He could still be pedantic, elect to take calculated steps and movements, but Spock’s demonstration was to be far from cold or unfeeling. The way Vulcans had sex was varied and diverse as the population, but the one thing that stood out in every successful partnership was the frequency and intensity of ‘hands on’ contact. The partner’s entire body was a sexual organ when your primary erogenous zone was your hands, fingers, and fingertips. Every contour and plane was given attention during foreplay followed by a specific focus on the erogenous zones of the partner.

For human/Vulcan couples, this meant Spock was spending quite a bit of time caressing Christine while kissing her the human way.

Christine held his face, kissing him also in the human way.  She wondered if it was the bond, higher Vulcan body heat, or perhaps her own attraction that made the movement of his hands feel like sparks on her skin, or like passing through an ion field.

Concerned on a certain task was Spock.  Christine was feeling the full side effects of his acute attention.  She found it thrilling how concentrated he was on cataloging every plane of her.  And suddenly she did not feel very self conscious, for once.  instead she found herself wanting to know his thoughts.  AS he stood, walking her back towards the bed, her fingers brushed over the meld points on his face.

Gently, a little clumsily, she searched him, past his barriers, trying to find more warm and perhaps carnal thoughts in his mind as pertained to her.

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Spock didn’t smile by stretching his lips into a grin. Instead, he conveyed amusement and positive emotions (which he had still yet to recognize as happiness) by more subtle movements. The certain way he’d raise an eyebrow, the tension around his eyes giving way to a warm look—all of these things he did as she held her hands to his meld points.

“Not yet, ashayam, I wouldn’t want you to lose your energy so early into the demonstration.” He put forth the images and feelings of the time they were together on Vulcan and melded for the first time, and how that after/during sex was effectively a guaranteed 8 hours of solid sleep.

But he did still take her to the bed with every intention of recreating that night and then some more.

[nursecchapel]

Windmills of Your Mind

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“You made this yourself,” it was a statement born of awe and a little bit of overwhelming gratitude that she’d go to such lengths to make a delicate dessert that lasts only a few bites (thus further cementing its status as a delicacy on Vulcan).

He proceeded to serve the traditional dinner—light meal of carbohydrates and steamed vegetables, a candle in between them, soft music, their hands resting in the middle of the table, and the gift presented to her neatly wrapped in a rectangular box with a length/width ratio of 3:1.

“I apologize if there is something out of place. In my research on the holiday, I came across a multitude of celebrations but this presentation seemed to be most common denominator. I was unable to procure a moonlit evening, but the light adjustment should suffice.”

“I don’t need a moon lit evening.  Just an evening with you,” she said gently lifting the lid off the box.  Inside lay a flower with translucent petals.  In the shade the flower’s delicate petals were blue and purple, but as she lifted it to the light them transformed into red and orange.  She grinned, turning it this way and that as the colors danced across the sheer organic palette.  “Oh Spock…this is amazing.  Look at it, chameleon qualities, changed merely by light exposure.  Look as the color, and the petal’s barely there…”

She cupped it in her hand, grinning.  She looked up.  “Cookies seem a poor present now,” she laughed, inhaling the flowers scent.  Gingerly she replaced it in the box.  “I love it.”

She placed the box on the table, still a little awed by the gift.  Sulu was a miracle worker.  She looked up then smiling, still.  “Well now you’ve won me over.  I believe you were talking about a demonstration before?”

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In general, Spock tried to keep his emotional responses controlled. On the rare occasions that he did feel sadness, joy, anger, it was because he allowed himself a moment of reprieve from his control. The unexpected flutter in his side over Christine’s reaction to the gift was unscheduled, but not averse to have it happen again.

“Affirmative.” He could still be pedantic, elect to take calculated steps and movements, but Spock’s demonstration was to be far from cold or unfeeling. The way Vulcans had sex was varied and diverse as the population, but the one thing that stood out in every successful partnership was the frequency and intensity of ‘hands on’ contact. The partner’s entire body was a sexual organ when your primary erogenous zone was your hands, fingers, and fingertips. Every contour and plane was given attention during foreplay followed by a specific focus on the erogenous zones of the partner.

For human/Vulcan couples, this meant Spock was spending quite a bit of time caressing Christine while kissing her the human way.

[nursecchapel]

Windmills of Your Mind

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Clothed in one of his Vulcan capes, Spock looked like he was gliding around the room all the way to the door to greet her. The hallway of the Enterprise, though it was at an hour where very few crew members were present, was still too public a place to show affection while still on the clock as a commander.

“Good evening, Christine. I am pleased to have my first experience with Valentine’s Day with you, albeit if it is not truly the appropriate time and hour on Earth.” He ushered her inside with nothing more than a polite hand to the small of her back and only after the doors closed, did he reach for her free hand and kiss it, in a gesture of human and Vulcan affection.

She placed down the bottle of wine to give him her hand.  He was trying, and suddenly her heart was very glad.  And very touched.  She let him feel that over the bond.  “I brought you something good,” she said, lifting the plastic off of the Vulcan dessert.  “For after our lesson of course.

“I love this song,” she said, placing the plate down as well, before sitting at his table.  He hands smoothed down her skirt.  She did not kow why, but she was a little nervous.  They had slept together before, but in a moment of distress, not…acute awareness.

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“You made this yourself,” it was a statement born of awe and a little bit of overwhelming gratitude that she’d go to such lengths to make a delicate dessert that lasts only a few bites (thus further cementing its status as a delicacy on Vulcan).

He proceeded to serve the traditional dinner—light meal of carbohydrates and steamed vegetables, a candle in between them, soft music, their hands resting in the middle of the table, and the gift presented to her neatly wrapped in a rectangular box with a length/width ratio of 3:1.

“I apologize if there is something out of place. In my research on the holiday, I came across a multitude of celebrations but this presentation seemed to be most common denominator. I was unable to procure a moonlit evening, but the light adjustment should suffice.”

[nursecchapel]

Windmills of Your Mind

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He kept her waiting, waiting until the temperature was recorded and she reached for the thermometer. His answer culminated in one obscene (to nobody but maybe the most ascetic of Vulcans) parting of his lips as she removed the device. That, and a resounding ‘yes’ sent over the bond were hopefully sufficient responses.

Christine wet her own lips, but before she could speak MaCoy appeared.  “Planing on taking anyone else?”

“Would you like to do this Leonard, or would you like to continue to drink your morning coffee,” She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“Just…hurry up,” he said giving her a mirror of her patronizing smile.  But there was something almost loving about the exchange.  Even if it was over Spock’s bare chest.

“Up and out commander.  You’re done.”  She logged in his charts and handed him a small data disk for his own files, along with a plastic wrapped pumpkin shaped cookie for up coming harvest/Halloween season.

With a metaphorical fond slap on the backside, he was sent out and on his way, Christine calling “Next!”

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Spock returned to complete the remainder of his shift. Back on the bridge, he was exactly the same as he was before the physical and his reply to the captain’s intentional double inquiry “All better, Spock?” was a brief nod of the head. All was as it should be, Spock didn’t spend the day walking around with hearts in his eyes or slipping up in his duties because his mind was preoccupied with what to plan for the evening.

It was so strange to have an active, healthy bond that part of him considered making an inquiry into Vulcan records regarding the subject: ‘I am bonded to someone other than my childhood match but my judgment isn’t clouded nor do I feel shame. Is this normal?’

After his shift concluded and Spock was free to return to his quarters, he set about researching all that he could on how Terran born humans celebrated Valentine’s day. Traditionally, chocolate was consumed (alarming quantities!), along with displays of affection and gifts. A trip to Sulu in the arboretum resulted in procuring a flower that wouldn’t try to bite her hand off and now for the hard part, which holorecord to select? They had made a tradition of selecting old Terran music for one another but over the years, the majority of vinyls had degraded to unplayable quality and one was left with holo reproductions. They weren’t horrible, but Spock was a man of precision and for as much as he admired technology, 99.99999% still wasn’t 100%.

In the end, he selected what he deemed to be the most romantic record in his collection (although it had more than its fair share of pops and scratches and hisses, resulting in a hauntingly warped but sweet sound) and had a small meal prepared but this was all secondary to what he really wanted to give her.

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Christine herself, was at least a little affected. She resorted to giving stock answers as her mind wandered again and again to their awkward, ending in heated, conversation. She finally sent the last officer off with a smile and ended her shoft, heading back to her rooms for a much needed shower.

She did not need prepping for her gift. She had agonized over a specific Vulcan delicacy that was like a cookie but paper thin. It had to be cooked just right was was meant to melt on the tongue after the initial crunchy bite, she had left her first seven tries in terms received room for any daring soul.

Herself, of course was a different story. She didn’t seem to like anything she did with her hair and finally gave up, pinning it up and letting the curls fall down her neck.

Giving up on her own closet she asked Uhura for an outfit and endured her questions. Yes she had gone to Vulcan, yes with Spock, yes to meet his parents again, yes to sign some documents together, no they weren’t married, yes he was properly divorced, no I won’t tell you if he is the same as a human in every regard; I Was A Vulcan Love Slave is a load of bunk.

Finally she left with an iridescent sea green gown that shone blue in the light, making her eyes appear to switch back between slightly bluer and slightly green. Gathering up the covered plate and bottle of wine she took a deep breath.

Spock wanted to try his hand at seduction? Have at it.

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Clothed in one of his Vulcan capes, Spock looked like he was gliding around the room all the way to the door to greet her. The hallway of the Enterprise, though it was at an hour where very few crew members were present, was still too public a place to show affection while still on the clock as a commander.

“Good evening, Christine. I am pleased to have my first experience with Valentine’s Day with you, albeit if it is not truly the appropriate time and hour on Earth.” He ushered her inside with nothing more than a polite hand to the small of her back and only after the doors closed, did he reach for her free hand and kiss it, in a gesture of human and Vulcan affection.

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Windmills of Your Mind

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He kept her waiting, waiting until the temperature was recorded and she reached for the thermometer. His answer culminated in one obscene (to nobody but maybe the most ascetic of Vulcans) parting of his lips as she removed the device. That, and a resounding ‘yes’ sent over the bond were hopefully sufficient responses.

Christine wet her own lips, but before she could speak MaCoy appeared.  “Planing on taking anyone else?”

“Would you like to do this Leonard, or would you like to continue to drink your morning coffee,” She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“Just…hurry up,” he said giving her a mirror of her patronizing smile.  But there was something almost loving about the exchange.  Even if it was over Spock’s bare chest.

“Up and out commander.  You’re done.”  She logged in his charts and handed him a small data disk for his own files, along with a plastic wrapped pumpkin shaped cookie for up coming harvest/Halloween season.

With a metaphorical fond slap on the backside, he was sent out and on his way, Christine calling “Next!”

[spockxtmprsqzntwlfb]

Spock returned to complete the remainder of his shift. Back on the bridge, he was exactly the same as he was before the physical and his reply to the captain’s intentional double inquiry “All better, Spock?” was a brief nod of the head. All was as it should be, Spock didn’t spend the day walking around with hearts in his eyes or slipping up in his duties because his mind was preoccupied with what to plan for the evening.

It was so strange to have an active, healthy bond that part of him considered making an inquiry into Vulcan records regarding the subject: ‘I am bonded to someone other than my childhood match but my judgment isn’t clouded nor do I feel shame. Is this normal?’

After his shift concluded and Spock was free to return to his quarters, he set about researching all that he could on how Terran born humans celebrated Valentine’s day. Traditionally, chocolate was consumed (alarming quantities!), along with displays of affection and gifts. A trip to Sulu in the arboretum resulted in procuring a flower that wouldn’t try to bite her hand off and now for the hard part, which holorecord to select? They had made a tradition of selecting old Terran music for one another but over the years, the majority of vinyls had degraded to unplayable quality and one was left with holo reproductions. They weren’t horrible, but Spock was a man of precision and for as much as he admired technology, 99.99999% still wasn’t 100%.

In the end, he selected what he deemed to be the most romantic record in his collection (although it had more than its fair share of pops and scratches and hisses, resulting in a hauntingly warped but sweet sound) and had a small meal prepared but this was all secondary to what he really wanted to give her.

[nursecchapel]

Windmills of Your Mind

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nursecchapel:

Her hand faltered with her padd pen, almost dropping it.  Maybe the bond was still open, and that’s why she felt the sudden rush of weightlessness.  Or maybe it was because he was looking at her so plainly, and she no longer had to be demure and platonic.

“I…think I do,” she found herself saying with a sudden boldness that was alien to her.  “I think I need you to teach me a great deal about how to be a Vulcan’s mate.  Sir.”  

Back to the machinery.  He was almost done with his exam.  “I don’t suppose you’d have time for instruction tonight?  I could meet you in your quarters.”  But before she could answer she stuck a thermometer between his teeth.  It was not filed with mercury, but MaCoy preffered the touch thermometers for exams.

But she had opened the bond, and waited for his answer.

He kept her waiting, waiting until the temperature was recorded and she reached for the thermometer. His answer culminated in one obscene (to nobody but maybe the most ascetic of Vulcans) parting of his lips as she removed the device. That, and a resounding ‘yes’ sent over the bond were hopefully sufficient responses.

[nursecchapel]

Windmills of Your Mind

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“I..don’t want to forget.  But, it’s difficult.  In a human relationship that would be my memory, but now it’s ours.   Really ours.  It’s a little difficult.”  She tilted her head.  “I would never want to forget–”

“CHRISTINE.”

The nurse jumped and slid from the bed.  She snatched up her pad and placed a hand on his forehead, forcing him supine again s she noted the reading on the screen above..  “Besides…human sexual drives are much higher than Vulcan.   don’t want you to feel pressured into something you might find…tedious.”

Spock watched her snap to attention and silently admired the way she could do her job while having a heartfelt conversation she’d been trying to avoid. But he was a Vulcan, and could (and made sure she knew it) play the game just as well as she.

He spoke quietly, partly for their privacy’s sake and partly because this was not to be mentioned in public (on Vulcan). One eyebrow raised in a very matter of fact manner, this was his species’ reputation on the line.

“Christine, while it is true that Vulcan has forsaken its volatile emotional ways of the past, some things cannot be suppressed entirely. To claim that humans experience stronger sexual drives than a species of touch telepaths is absurd, though it is a common misconception. Do you require a demonstration?”