“Right.” M’Benga nods unconvincingly; clearly the information is news to him, to which brings the tiniest of blushes upon the high of Spock’s cheekbones. As quickly it appears, Spock wills his autonomic system back into his control, and the normal amount of blood flows through his face once more. “So… what you’re saying is, you wish to advance your… relationship.”
Spock has reason to pause here. “Upon Jim’s… request.” Something about the way Spock verbally executes the correction twists M’Benga’s lips into a grin - one he unsuccessfully attempts to will away - and Spock once more fights with a blush.
“Meaning Jim tried to push himself on you,” M’Benga interprets, and quite accurately. He leans back in his chair. “And how did he react when you didn’t respond quite as - enthusiastically - as he did?”
“I did not have an adequate period of time to react in any way, positive or negative, as Jim was abruptly called away for urgent Starfleet business.”
M’Benga continues with his series of blinking once more, evidently a personal favorite habit, before tapping his fingers against his desk top. “What exactly is wrong, then, Spock? This might be less painful if you’re more blunt.”
“I have not been informed nor have ever had the opportunity to learn the mechanics of Vulcan intercourse, and I find I have no insight of such a concept.” Spock states clinically. “It becomes apparent that on such a topic, I am unaware the similarities of human intercourse and in my… ignorance, a sensation of ...discomfort overcomes me at the thought of approaching the situation without acquiring the appropriate knowledge.”
M’Benga appears to mull Spock’s words over with a stunned, expressionless face. “So… If I am understanding correctly… No one on Vulcan gave you the sex talk.”
“While I would not phrase it as such, you are not incorrect in your summation.”
“Therefore, you are requesting that I… give you said ‘talk’.”
“As stated before, you are practiced in such things in a manner which no other crewmember is. Excluding, perhaps, Doctor McCoy.” Spock does not grimace at the proverbial shitstorm to which would occur should he have inquired after the Enterprise’s CMO, but it is a close thing. M’Benga appears to - as Doctor McCoy might say - ‘get the gist’.
“Okay.” M’Benga accepts with a long-suffering sort of sigh. “Okay. Shouldn’t be too painful. I’ll stick to medical terms.” He clears his throat. “Alright. Did Jim… say what he wanted to do?”
Spock pauses for a solid 5 seconds. “He said, ‘Would you please, please-’”
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M'Benga, the Vulcan Sex Expert
Fiksi PenggemarIn 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]
