And the one time she enjoyed it...
Nyota heard the door chime as she stepped shivering from her cold shower. She could hear Gaila talking, but couldn't make out what she was saying. Maybe it really was the towels for their room this time. She shook her head, still amazed at her lack of observation; sure she'd had had a few drinks, but wow. Then she shook her head harder, her mind's eye filled with a naked and wet Spock. In that instance her observation skills had been working overtime.
She walked out the door in the panties and camisole Gaila had left on the counter for her and rounded the corner into the bedroom, to find Spock sitting on the edge of the bed. Gaila was nowhere in sight. Nyota forgot she was standing there in nothing but her underwear as she stared, dumbfounded, at her first officer.
"I found towels on the floor outside the lavatory in my room. Your ID was under them."
"I surmised the cosmetics on the floor directly outside of my suite belonged to you as well. Lt. Gaila stepped into the hall while I was collecting them and confirmed they were indeed yours."
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Nyota," Spock sighed. "I sincerely apologize for the unfortunate and rather astounding ways in which you have been separated from your undergarments in my presence."
She didn't know what to say. He smelled really good. She didn't know what to do. His lips looked really soft. And then...she started laughing - hard. This situation was beyond ridiculous. He stared back at her, his face blank, not even lifting an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, Spock. But usually when a man makes off with a woman's panties as many times as you have with mine, they're getting sexed up in the process." Her sides were beginning to hurt from the giggles.
At that the eyebrow did drift upward, Spock's head tilting to the side.
"I believe the appropriate response to that statement, Nyota, is, 'Is that an invitation?'"
Nyota stopped laughing, although she found the question hilarious coming from Spock's lips.
Had even a second passed before 'Yes' burst embarrassingly from her mouth?
Spock did not have to stand to reach her, his long arms flashing out and seizing her, tossing her to the bed in a single, seemingly fluid motion. Nyota was caught by another fit of laughter as she heard and felt the clothing on her body being ripped away, her camisole in tatters on the sheets beside her head, the all too familiar brush of cool air against her exposed ass. She watched him crawl up her now naked form, her sixth pair of poor, defenseless panties still dangling from his teeth.
"Oh, now you really owe me, Mr. Spock."
He allowed the garment to drop from his mouth. "Then I shall endeavor to make proper restitution."
His head disappeared between her thighs, his tongue dipping into her glistening, still bare sex. She was going to keep him right there. For hours.