Spock, as you know, was a man of logic; swearing wasn’t a common occurrence.. at all for him.

Your hands rested on his waist, his slender fingers raising to rest on your upper arms. Light kisses were pressed across his neck and sweet nips:

Spock’s head kept turning, letting out a quiet noise at the soft kisses.

“Fuck..”

Spock murmured, which immediately led you to pause. He looked at you curiously on why you had stopped.

“Holy shit, you just swore.”

You gasped slightly, your lips forming into a smirk with a chuckle.