Spock was still, gender and hormones completely aside, fascinated by watching. She was content, for the moment, to feel the reactions of her body as her eyes followed Leonard's mouth, his teeth as he lightly scored them down Jim's neck.

Leonard was far more aggressive with their female bodies. That would bear meditation. Later.

For now, Spock used the leverage she had, hands under shirts, to urge Leonard to lift his arms and allow her to remove his shirt.

It was surprisingly chilly in the conference room; Spock kept her own shirt on for the moment, the fabric too tight across her breasts in an almost pleasant fashion.