[ Leaning back in his chair, Chris makes room for the naked godling climbing into his lap, stroking his hands up and down Loki's flanks with an admiring hum as he gets comfortable. ]

We should be grateful it was just Spock, he won't gossip about it. Probably.

[ Assuming Spock's screen wasn't viewable to anyone else, that is. If someone in the sciences lab got a glimpse of Chris looking like he just got laid, the rumor mill is going to light up like a beacon in no time. ]

The ship's been collecting data on a nearby nebula. I told him I wanted updates as soon as the numbers were crunched. He took that directive literally. [ He shrugs, smiling a little, and squeezes Loki's hips. ] Vulcans, you know.