Christine

"One moment," I softly requested while lying horizontally on my orange sofa in my quarters after pausing when I heard the doorbell ring. I dimmed the lights in the room after performing some yoga postures and then laid down on the couch for a quick nap. Or so I had thought.

"What time is it," I wondered, feeling dazed.

Blinking a few times, I attempted to focus as I awoke, and a speedy peek at my wristwatch informed me it was fifteen minutes to ten in the evening. I yawned while languorously sitting up and stretching my arms above my head before my visitor appeared after I commanded, "Please enter."

Although I could only see an outline of a tall man sauntering in my quarters with caution, I automatically knew who it belonged to as heat arose on my body just at the thought of him.

Spock.

Feeling his anxiousness as he walked in caused my own to multiply into a frantic panic.

"Good Evening, Christine. Did I come at an inopportune time," his smooth voice inquired as he entered the faint light in my living room, without a hint of emotion to clue me into whether or not he had read my letters.

"Not at all," I replied, attempting to sound nonchalant.

As the handsome Vulcan viewed my appearance, I felt my trepidation strengthen as my heartbeat did the same in my chest. Spock still donned his usual blue tunic and black uniform pants with matching boots, but I was dressed more comfortably in a pair of gray Starfleet sweat pants and a matching t-shirt.

"Why did I think this was a good idea? He's a Starfleet officer. This isn't a school girl's crush on a teacher," I chastised myself inwardly as we gazed into each other's eyes silently, waiting for the other to speak first.

"Please sit down, Spock," I calmly offered. Swiftly, I felt my face flush red-hot in embarrassment, so I lowered it down to conceal it from him as he strolled to my sofa.

"Thank you, Christine."

"Would you like some tea," I suggested, standing up immediately as he sat next to me. Meanwhile, I felt both nervous and enlivened at the same time, so I avoided his perplexed gaze as much as I could, and I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my chest.

"No, thank you. Please sit with me, Christine," Spock requested, placing his large right hand on my arm.

"I assume that you have read my letters," I remarked, and I noticed that my voice rose to an octave higher as I spoke as I clumsily plopped back down on the sofa.

"Indeed," he responded, and I could feel his uncomfortableness as my supervising officer inched closer to me on the sofa. Next, Spock raised his right hand and touched my cheek with his fingertips. Both in shock and delight, my jaw dropped open.

"Your skin is extraordinarily soft," Spock observed in a tone of wonderment while gently closing my mouth by pushing upward on my chin with care. Next, he stroked my cheek and jawline with his fingers and then both of my lips gradually.

Delightful sensations coursed through my body as he examined me and caressed my skin, and I felt a slight smile upturn on my lips. I felt like a teenager in love for the first time in my life.

"Since I placed my unconscious with yours to hide it from Henoch, I have been able to sense your mood or aura at times when you aren't shielding, Christine," Spock revealed, caressing a lock of my hair with his nimble fingers.

"I have had some of the same instances with you," I confessed, blissfully watching Spock caress my hair and create tingles on my head.

"Affirmative. We share a connection," Spock responded, his pretty dark brown eyes gazing at my lips, " we still do. Do you sense it?"

"Yes," I whispered as my body quivered as Spock's hand caressed my chin.

"You are most beguiling, Christine. I have thought so since you joined the Enterprise," he curiously whispered as his face lowered closer to my own.

Spock's lips tentatively brushed my own like a soft wind blowing through a tree and then retreated. It felt wonderful. Before I knew it, his mouth conquered my own for a kiss with more passion than I had ever felt in my life, and joyfully, I returned it with equal intensity.

"Fascinating," Spock murmured when we came up for air, then I kissed him, wanting and needing more. I felt dizzy from our kiss as he said, " I am sorry to be the source of so much pain."

As I viewed him from underneath my long eyelashes then fluttered them at him, I flirted, "this is not the case in our present moment, Spock."

In his eyes, there was a sexy playfulness dancing in them as I spoke, and I felt a shiver run down my spine, and my lips stretched into a smile.

"It would be only logical for me to rectify the situation now, Christine. May I ?"

I pressed my body against his own with a girlish chuckle, and I put my hands on his muscular chest while Spock put his hands on the sides of my waist. He looked pleased, and once again, our mouths were just inches away from each other.

"Yes, but how will you do it," I coyly remarked to him.

"I can think of ten ways, no eleven," Spock slyly spoke with a cunning half-smile.

As he raised his left eyebrow upwards, his gaze met mine then traveled down to my mouth again before we kissed.

Spock guided me gently downward on my back on the sofa while we kissed and held each other in our respective arms.

"I have waited a long time for this, Spock," I breathily murmured up to him, running my hands through his dark hair and maintaining eye contact after our last kiss.

"As have I, Christine," he huskily replied and leaned down to kiss me.