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“Spock-“
Teeth sinking into her lips.
“Spock…” Her knees buckle and knock into his.
His right arm holds her like steel against the cold wall, pinching and pulling and straining against her waist like black holes and stars. There’s no moon to light their way as they stumble into every single inch of each other, hands on a mission, but his fingers get distracted by the little dips in her hips, the way her stomach curves, her red-painted smile, like a woman who’s wanted a toy since she was seven and now has finally bought it for herself, while hers drown in his hair and kiss along his jaw. He’s supposed to be pulling off the rest of her clothes, but then she kisses his ear, whispers something that sounds like his name and the word love and something in his chest cracks and he’s pretty sure it’s his heart buckling under the weight of their trembling union.
The back of Christine’s head knocks into the wall, and she gasps, knees hitting his chest, because he’s finally pulled off her jacket and slipped down to the floor with it, and he can’t stop kissing the smooth expanse of skin he’s uncovered.
But now, with her chest rising and falling above him, he finds he’s frozen at her mercy. Her nails rake roughly through his scalp only for those same fingers to trail like glass on porcelline over his ear, and he buries his face into her stomach, breathing in the scent of vanilla and human and lust.
Unmoving for moments, Christine swallows, letting her clouded vision settle so she can look at him.
“Am I boring you, Mr. Spock?” She asks, looking down at him, not down on him (they are on each other’s pedestal and will remain that way) and raising one eyebrow, a queen and her soon-to-be servant, her fingers greedily, shamefully digging into his dark hair and tugging fistfuls, his lips still on her pale skin.
His voice catches and thickens on the kiss he presses to her burning sternum. “Decidedly not.”
The deep baritone is like molasses dripping down her skin, and she sinks, slips, collapses down the wall, toes curling and fingers digging, because she wants him, she wants him all around her.
“Good,” Is all she can manage to let fall from her lips, but he catches them in his mouth and leaves a moist trail up her chest and to her mouth. He kisses her like it’s the last thing either are going to do, and they let the darkness fall over their shoulders.