A/N: I just couldn't resist. I was plucking my eyebrows this morning and as I was doing it this little plot-bunny wandered into my head... hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't even own my own pair of tweezers, let alone Star Trek!!
Pluck
"Nyota, this is a most... illogical activity." Spock said at last, frowning up slightly at the object of his bemusement, who currently had him pinned to the bed, her legs straddling him and holding his arms in place. He could, of course, have easily removed her – his strength far exceeded hers, after all – but the pout upon her face persuaded him that, for a peaceful life, it was probably logical to comply to her whims. That did not, however, prevent him from vocally notifying her of his objections to her extremely strange fancy.
"Stay still." She admonished him, planting a kiss on his lips and shifting into a more comfortable position. "It will hurt more if you don't."
Spock would rather have danced naked around the Captain's table – a thing Kirk had threatened to order him to do after one particular game of poker in which he had lost the entirety of his chips to the Vulcan science officer – than admit that Nyota's ministrations were causing him any sort of pain, and so he merely blinked, rather than winced, when she gave her next sharp tug.
"How often do you usually do this to yourself, Nyota?" He asked after a pause in which one particularly firm yank caused his eyes to water. A perfectly involuntary reaction and certainly not one to be ashamed of. It did not hurt at all.
She smiled, squeezing her thighs together slightly as he attempted to draw away.
"Uh-uh. Not finished yet. And you can't distract me that easily." She made a few more brief pulls. "About every month or so. Keeps things neat and tidy."
"Quite." Spock wondered momentarily at the limits to which human females would go to keep themselves groomed.
She laughed, kissed him once more, and slid off him gracefully. She waved the tweezers in her right hand.
"There we go. All done." She held out a mirror. "What do you think?"
Spock said nothing, merely cocked a newly-plucked eyebrow at himself in the mirror and mused over how intensely illogical it was that she could convince him to do just about anything.
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