(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?