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Christine lightly smacked his arm, then kissed his cheek as she looped her arm through his. “You’re being ridiculous. She adores you and you know it. And so do I, for your information,” she teased.
The two had walked a little too far into the hallway and nearly bumped into Bones, who took one look at them and grumbled.
“Good morning, doctor,” Spock said with something so close to a smile that McCoy barely resisted rubbing his eyes.
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Her face reddened further as she chuckled softly, “I…I think so,” she murmured. “And thank you. Thank you for coming.” She kissed Amanda on the cheek goodbye, and once they were gone, she went to go find Spock.
Spock wasn’t hard to find: in fact, he’d been waiting for her. “I think,” he said, offering her his arm, “that if I were human, I would be offended that my mother is so enamored of you and the captain. She seems to prefer both of you to me.”
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Blushing softly, but incredibly great full for her presence, Christine smiled and said, “He is…he has wonderful friends, and I love him very much. It’s also very reassuring to see you…makes me feel better about some things.” Amanda being happy at Sarek’s side, and seeing in the little ways how much Sarek loved Amanda reassured Christine that her and Spock’s relationship could work out in the long term.
“It’s difficult sometimes,” Amanda said with a little laugh, “I won’t lie about that. But I would not trade my husband for anything. And I suspect that Spock will be a less demanding father than Sarek has sometimes been.” She gave Christine a knowing smile, obviously quite confident that the woman in front of her would indeed be the mother of her future grandchildren.
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Christine would have thought that, noticing Spock’s lack of visits while she was in the lab, that she’d be plagued with insecurities and doubts, but…she was fine. Their night together had been incredible, and it felt like something had sort of fallen into place…a new normal for them. Besides, any lingering worries about how he felt about their night of passion were dispelled when he had kissed her that morning, light and lazy.
Before they left, and after saying goodbye to Spock, Christine got to say goodbye to Amanda alone.
Amanda took the younger woman by the hands and gave them a squeeze. She had been beaming since she’d embraced and kissed her son, and the sunny expression didn’t fade even a single watt now that he was gone. “Thank you, my dear. I haven’t seen him so happy since he was a very little boy.” Before nursery school and all that Vulcan teaching had begun, before Sarek frowned at any reminder that his son was half-human... She remembered what an inquisitive, cheerful toddler Spock had been, always brimming with questions and constantly smiling toothily up at her as he ran to and fro with I-Chaya on his heels...
“You are delightful. All of you. It’s wonderful to know my Spock is so loved here.”
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Christine huffed through an amused smile and kissed him. “Alright, alright, you win this one.” She stretched happily, still half underneath him, and snuggled further down into his embrace and the blankets.
Spock had anticipated that he might feel some lingering embarrassment, even shame, the next morning and day, but he felt only content...and rather tired. He kissed Christine and pulled the mussed blanket securely over her before he made his way, in the previous night’s clothes, to his own quarters.
The day passed unremarkably, and Kirk was a little surprised that Spock made no excuse to slip off to the lab, as he’d been doing with alarming frequency since their encounter Korby. That night, he and McCoy had dinner with Sarek, Amanda, and Spock, and afterwards he was surprised again when his friend asked if he would like to play a game of chess. He’d grown used to being passed over in favor of Spock’s romance.
The next morning they arrived at Starbase Eighteen, the site of the diplomatic conference. The Enterprise had its own duties to resume, so their stay was brief.
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Tears almost immediately started streaming down her face…she had known he loved her…but to hear him say the words…and to say those words…the way that she said them…it was almost too much. She let out a small sob before pulling him back into her arms and both fell back onto the bed.
Spock left feather-light kisses every place he found tears: on her cheeks, under her eyes, her lips of course, and then down along her jaw and neck. “Don’t cry,” he murmured against her skin. In that moment, he wanted to burn away all her lingering sadness and thoughts of Korby…thoughts of anything other than him and them, here, now.
Christine wound her arms tightly around his neck and pulled him flush against her…she just wanted to feel him…only him. Throughout and between kisses, she kept murmuring them she loved him, unable to stop herself from it. Her hand blindly and clumsily reached over to shut off the remaining lights, the other still buried deeply into his hair.
It was very late, or very early, by the time the two of them actually drifted off to sleep, limbs and blankets tangled together in the darkness. Spock thought it was pleasant in a way he had not anticipated, this quiet after time and the blissful exhaustion that accompanied it. “I hope your patience was well rewarded,” he whispered to her. His fingers were wandering lightly across her shoulder and back.
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Tears almost immediately started streaming down her face…she had known he loved her…but to hear him say the words…and to say those words…the way that she said them…it was almost too much. She let out a small sob before pulling him back into her arms and both fell back onto the bed.
Spock left feather-light kisses every place he found tears: on her cheeks, under her eyes, her lips of course, and then down along her jaw and neck. “Don’t cry,” he murmured against her skin. In that moment, he wanted to burn away all her lingering sadness and thoughts of Korby...thoughts of anything other than him and them, here, now.
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Christine couldn’t help but laugh warmly, her hair going even more out of control after he had pulled the dress over her. She snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him again, pulling off his dress shirt and murmuring, “I love you, Spock. I always will.”
He took her face in his hands for a moment and said, rather solemnly for what they were about to do, replied, “And I love you, Christine.” Spock knew very well that he left a great deal unsaid between them, but once they were married, bonded, he hoped he would be able to show her.
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Christine froze momentarily…he really wanted this…he was ready. Immediately a thousand thoughts flooded their mind. Did Vulcans engage in sex with someone they didn’t intend to marry? What was this going to be like? How did this stupid dress come off again??
She swallowed thickly and reached for his hands, guiding them to the right side of the dress where the fabric hid a zipper, never breaking eye contact.
Spock may have been inexperienced, but he saw the questions written all over her face, and he smiled. “You may return the favor,” he teased as he slid the zipper down, loosening the unforgiving dress uniform fabric. With one sweet kiss against her lips, he (totally unfamiliar with female clothing) chose to tug from the bottom and lift the whole outfit over her head.
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Christine moaned softly…this was what she had wanted for o long…yes, partly out of just a lower level base need, but also just the desire to feel close to him…to feel him give up some of that control that he held so well and for so long every day. His immense strength was a total turn on, as it had always been, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and tenderly cupped the back of his neck, stroking through his hair.
He made a sound in his throat that was too low to be audible through their kiss. Without breaking it, he carried her to the bed, going slowly so that neither of them ran into an unseen obstacle. Though he didn’t want to, he set her gently on her feet again. “How does this uniform come undone?” he asked, pressing a hot kiss against her jaw. One of his hands was playing with the hem of her dress while the other searched for a clasp or zipper somewhere in the back.
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Christine shook her head. “No…I actually liked your father. He’s just…a more stoic, harder-to-read version of you.” They got to her quarters, and she opened the door and led them both inside.
Spock was so taken aback by this that he didn’t know exactly what to say. “I suppose I did inherit his taste for ridiculously irrational human women,” he replied at last.
Christine gasped and turned around, but there was clear amusement all across her features. “Ridiculously irrational? I’ll show you irrational!” Still smirking, she grabbed him by his collar and dragged him down to her level, kissing him hard and firm on the mouth, hotter and more demanding than ever.
He responded in kind. After a moment stooping into her kiss, he slid an arm beneath her legs and lifted her easily so that she was leaning down into his instead. His other hand tangled itself in her perfectly coiffed hair, knocking aside pins without any care.
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Christine shook her head. “No…I actually liked your father. He’s just…a more stoic, harder-to-read version of you.” They got to her quarters, and she opened the door and led them both inside.
Spock was so taken aback by this that he didn’t know exactly what to say. “I suppose I did inherit his taste for ridiculously irrational human women,” he replied at last.
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As soon as they had all parted, Christine sighed heavily in relief, her forehead against Spock’s shoulder. “Okay…that could have been a lot worse, right? Your mother is very sweet, by the way,” she said, now feeling comfortable enough to slip her hand into his as they walked back to her quarters.
“I hope my father did not make you very uncomfortable,” Spock said, though he could tell through their joined hands that she hadn’t had a terrible experience, even if her relief at escaping their company matched his. “You did very well.” Sarek had stayed mostly quiet but had asked a few questions about her career aspirations. Whether he looked favorably upon them was a mystery; even Spock had no idea what thoughts he’d been hiding behind his dispassionate features.
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Amanda smiled warmly. “It’s wonderful to meet you more properly, Christine.”
He looks just like you did when we were courting.
Christine still had a light hold on Spock’s arm, feeling her nerves start to soar now that she was actually in front of his parents, especially his father. At least Amanda’s presence made things feel somewhat more comfortable, and the woman knew how to talk to fill a conversational void.
Once they were sitting at the table, Spock and Christine held hands again out of view.
It was all a little awkward, apart from Amanda, who obviously adored anyone who made her son happy. Fortunately, no one tried too hard and embarrassed themselves in the process, and if Sarek found Christine a little too prone to blushing, he had to remind himself that his own parents had probably thought Amanda utterly ill-suited for him all those years ago. Logic dictated that if he saw her in her professional setting, as Spock had during this voyage, his opinion might well be entirely different.
Amanda kissed Christine’s cheek when they parted, and then her son’s, and then the whole nerve-wracking affair was over.
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Grinning from ear to ear, she slipped her hand into his. “When Valentine’s Day rolls around, that’s what I want on the inside of my card.”
They arrived in the separate, smaller dining room first, giving them both plenty of time to sit there and be extra anxious.
When Sarek and Amanda entered, the two of them were deep in conversation about something. Christine was giggling, and Spock... The older man sighed almost inaudibly, glancing at his own wife. What he saw writ large on his son’s face mirrored the way he felt about her. There really was no hope for the boy after all.
As soon as he spotted his parents, Spock stood up. He accepted a kiss on the cheek from his mother with good grace. “Mother. Father. You are already acquainted with Christine.”
Sarek had one uncharitable thought: this young woman was not the great beauty Amanda had been at her age. It did not show on his face, of course. He said only, “Miss Chapel.” Despite it being obvious why Spock often found him off-putting, a woman who loved Spock would nonetheless see some of him in Sarek’s dour, lined face.
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Christine’s eyes widened, and she chuckled softly before stepping out of the room and lightly teasing, “Perfect? Spock, that’s an almost illogical comment. But thank you. You look perfect too.”
“No, that is not what I said. You look beautiful, Christine,” Spock teased her right back, offering her his hand to hold. “We both know that I am at times entirely illogical when it comes to you.”
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Christine opened the door, in her dress uniform. Like Spock’s, it was more of a metallic blue, and slightly longer. She smiled up at him with her own anxiety reading clear off of it, but at seeing his nervousness, she sighed. “Spock, what are you nervous for? I’m the one who has to impress them.”
Spock pushed a piece of her hair gently behind her ear. “You do not have to do anything,” he countered. His eyes lingered on her face, then dropped down to take in the whole of her one centimeter at a time. “You are quite perfect.”
