Dinner and... not a movie (f!TOS!Spock and Chapel, eventually fSpock)
((OOC - This is also chronologically before the threesome with Len. Good times.))
Spock dressed with precise neatness. Her... somewhat overblown figure defied her usual degree of tidiness. She smoothed her hair back but left it unrestrained.
Christine had appeared to appreciate it. And it was the human custom to dress to please one's... date? That did appear to be the most correct term.
The black miniskirt was similar to the one she had borrowed from Christine. This one was even shorter, displaying her legs, and the idiosyncratic boots, to best advantage. Her blouse was soft, the texture of the slinky knit fabric pleasing to her skin. The lace of her bra created a slight wrinkle where the shirt draped over her breasts but it was unavoidable - the replicator did not seem capable of producing anything for Spock but the increasingly frivolous undergarments. She could reprogram it but there was no time. And she was unsure of her grasp of the engineering principles involved.
She was unaware of the eyes that followed her through the halls on her way to Christine's quarters.
The door buzzed her request for entry.
Spock dressed with precise neatness. Her... somewhat overblown figure defied her usual degree of tidiness. She smoothed her hair back but left it unrestrained.
Christine had appeared to appreciate it. And it was the human custom to dress to please one's... date? That did appear to be the most correct term.
The black miniskirt was similar to the one she had borrowed from Christine. This one was even shorter, displaying her legs, and the idiosyncratic boots, to best advantage. Her blouse was soft, the texture of the slinky knit fabric pleasing to her skin. The lace of her bra created a slight wrinkle where the shirt draped over her breasts but it was unavoidable - the replicator did not seem capable of producing anything for Spock but the increasingly frivolous undergarments. She could reprogram it but there was no time. And she was unsure of her grasp of the engineering principles involved.
She was unaware of the eyes that followed her through the halls on her way to Christine's quarters.
The door buzzed her request for entry.