“Oh.” Is all M’Benga offers for a moment, a sort of half-realization dawning on him. He sits behind his desk heavily, the long-forgotten tricorder hitting the tabletop with a thud. “Please, Mr. Spock, do sit. I have -” His eyes dart reflexively to the chronometer sat precariously on the bookshelf next to him. “- twenty or so minutes before shift change.”
Against his will, Spock stiffly sits at M’Benga’s request. “Nineteen point three-two minutes and forty-three seconds,” he corrects habitually, and the look his doctor shoots him is nearly withering. The atmosphere appears to shift back to the unspoken matter once more, and Spock very nearly shifts in discomfort. He doesn’t, of course, because Vulcans do not experience discomfort, and they do not fidget.
“Okay, what uncomfortable Vulcan topic is this about?” rushes the doctor, impatient. The tone suggests that Spock’s reservation is not surprising, and certainly does not clue him into what kind of conversation he has involved himself in; in any case, M’Benga is sure it is not nearly as embarrassing as Spock is making it out to be.
“Sexual congress,” Spock utters before he can illogically desist the conversation. M’Benga blinks several times in, perhaps, surprise.
“Sexual congress,” he parrots slowly; it is not clear if the purpose of this repetition is for the benefit of clarification or a malicious use of mockery. Similarly, it is not clear in Spock’s mind which rationale he prefers in this moment.
“That is what I said, Doctor,” Spock affirms for the sake of interrupting the maturing silence.
“And what of it?”
“I find my inexperience in such a field is causing… dismay.” To say the least.
“Your…?” The amount of shock the doctor is experiencing in one afternoon is concerning for his health. “In which case you mean-”
“Inexperience suggests a lack of firsthand observation or contact in regards to a particular event.”
“Yes, I know what inexperience means!” M’Benga huffs in an almost-amused, almost-aggravated manner. “What I mean is… Well, Spock, I admit, I’m not quite following. What exactly are you asking me here?”
Spock’s eyes avert from the doctor’s eyes to the strip of wall directly behind him. It is a minute change, but one M’Benga automatically notices nonetheless. “You are aware of the relationship between the Captain and I, to this day having come to fruition three-point-two months ago.”
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M'Benga, the Vulcan Sex Expert
FanfictionIn which Spock, whom has been encompassed in a strictly romantic relationship with James T. Kirk for over three months, is finally introduced to a thing called lust. [BXB, Spirk]
