"Yes," Jim said, neck arching against Spock's mouth. "So much that." He was glad Spock was embracing his/her feminine self so fully. If oddly. Jim liked it. He had a pretty consistent track record with take-charge women.

Then the door slid open, and there was Bones, all adorable and open-mouthed and Jim wriggled on Spock's lap like a completely shameless puppy.

"Bones!" he cried. "We're back! Make sure we're really us, will you? Spock wants to have sex."