“Jim, despite what Admiral Pike has told you to do, I would rather you not damage your beautiful tongue,” Spock told his captain and lover, Jim Kirk, when they had ended their call with Admiral Christopher Pike.
“What? Oh, when he told me to bite my tongue with the other admirals?” Jim chuckled. “He means I need to shut up more.”
“You do have a tendency to blurt out your every thought,” Spock agreed.
“You know, you could bite my tongue for me,” Jim winked and pulled Spock in for a kiss.
Spock tried not to think about the reaction that would get from the Admiralty.