“Spock? Hey Spock! I’m in a bit of a jam here! I went out to this club, and I met this woman. Okay, it was two women… Three women. Okay, it was two women and a man. Okay, it was one woman, one man and a non-binary person. All of them were hot. We agreed on a safe word, but once I was cuffed to the headboard, they took my stuff and ran out! Thankfully, I was able to get to the comm. You don’t want to know how I dialled. Well, maybe you do. I’m kind of proud of it. Anyway, I need you to come and get me. Spock, can you hear me? I can hear heavy breathing on the other end.
….
I swear if you’re taking soil samples or something, I’m going to be really ticked off. Spock! Spock!“
Nyota raised her rumpled head, looking around for the source of the slightly tinny voice. “Did you hear someone yelling your name?”
Spock’s face had the blissed-out expression a Vulcan only got with a combination of chocolate and pleasant physical activity, both of which he’d had in abundance. “The most salient fact is I have yet to hear you yell my name, something that must be rectified.”
Across the resort, Jim heard the sounds of his chocolate-drunk First Officer make his Communicators Officer scream. With a mixture of pride and irritation, he wondered if he could manage to call Bones and just how much teasing he’d get.
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I don’t normally post fanfiction here, but this picture really needs the fic along with it. This was just a fun little saucy picture. I really liked drawing the Apollo Chocolate Bar, something that is really common in Abrams productions.
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