(private rp with cast_logic)

[notajack]

(( continued from here. ))

[Spock's on his desk, legs wrapped around him, and kissing him with a passion he wouldn't have expected. And he's enjoying it, which is weird enough that he has to tear his lips away to look at her.] Spock, what are you doing?

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[notajack]

Drop the title if you're gonna keep this up. And, okay, Spock, what are we doing?

[notajack]

[His eyebrows go way up, because even though that was sort of implied...]

You sure 'bout this?

[notajack]

No! [Realizes that sounded weird and lowers his voice, caressing her leg idly.] I mean, it's jus' really unexpected, is all...

[notajack]

Oh. I... I really have nothin' smart to say to that.

[notajack]

[Enjoying that more than expected, he closes his eyes, tries to think. Winds up just rubbing his hand a little further up her leg, thumb rubbing circles along the inside of her thigh.]

[notajack]

[His lips quirk upward at that, interpreting it as affection. The hand on her neck, meanwhile, work to gently take her hair from its holder, letting it hang loose down her back so he can run his fingers through it.]

[notajack]

[The hand on her leg trails along the bottom line of her panty, and he dips his head a little to nuzzle against her. He's smiling almost despite himself.] I had a cat once who did that to my chest.

[notajack]

Always did like it. [He returns the kisses, catching her lips eventually.]