[ Spock's lips twist in a brief frown before she collects herself and smooths out her features. She almost makes to sit up, only to realize that she is mostly nude, dressed only in her black underwear, not even a bra on - which is how Spock prefers to sleep, so she did not notice the lack of sleepwear the previous night. She can feel the heat in her cheeks, knows that she is flushed green, but there is little she can do now, with Jim so close and sure to notice. Instead, she draws the blanket higher, tucking it around her neck. Modesty is natural for her, though she knows there is nothing to truly be modest about, not with another adult who knows how the human body functions and what it looks like.
But the blanket is Jim's, and even tucking it closer is awkward. How did she end up in the captain's quarters, anyway?
Belatedly, she realizes that he said good morning, the lilt in his voice indicating something of a question. She graces him with a sharp nod, refusing to meet his eyes at first. ] Good morning, Captain.
[ And that might be rude, so she lifts her eyes and looks at him. ] I am unsure how this happened, but I assure you, it will not happen again.
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But the blanket is Jim's, and even tucking it closer is awkward. How did she end up in the captain's quarters, anyway?
Belatedly, she realizes that he said good morning, the lilt in his voice indicating something of a question. She graces him with a sharp nod, refusing to meet his eyes at first. ] Good morning, Captain.
[ And that might be rude, so she lifts her eyes and looks at him. ] I am unsure how this happened, but I assure you, it will not happen again.