TOS: Spock, Uhura; Rated G/PG; drabble
How can I concentrate like this? Like I could think of anything else with his arms around me, warm breath on my neck, so close his hair tickles my ear. Ten more seconds of this exquisite torture and I'll be lucky to remember my own name!
"Lt. Uhura, are you paying attention?"
His words shatter my reverie. "Yes, Spock." I sound weak-kneed, breathless, and I pray he doesn't notice.
"Very well. A Vulcan lyre is delicate, temperamental. You must stroke the strings gently but firmly."
I groan and press my legs together; it's going to be a long night.