As he began speaking, Nyota let out a satisfied sigh, brushing her lips over the marks that Spock had made on his skin. The feel of his voice (and her mind was not too far gone that she couldn't pick out the way his inflection had changed to signify his desire) was almost as good as his fingers over her bare skin.

"They are," she agreed, watching and comparing the other two men. Just as she and Kirk managed to frustrate one another beyond belief, she knew the same was with Leo and Spock, and watching them work it out like this was intensely pleasurable. She could close her eyes and imagine his words easily; the two of them joining Leo in making that calm exterior break. Getting Spock to that delicious point where he started zigzagging between Standard and Vulcan was one of her favorite things to do. She watched Leo's hand dip into those pants (those should be off), and slid her hand around his middle to do the same with Kirk, tilting her gaze up to watch his reaction as she curled her long fingers around him.