DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc. The story contents are the creation and property of Artimis and is copyright (c) 1999 by Artimis. This story is Rated PG.
As the music swelled around them, she felt herself begin to smile and sway to the uplifting beat. Spock's taste in music had come as quite a surprise. The sophisticated scholar was now dancing around the room naked and singing off key.
Well, I heard Mr. Young sing about her
Well, I heard ol' Neal put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow
SWEET HOME ALABAMA!
Where skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama!
Christine watched in fascination as the lights reflected off of his dark hair and his muscles rippled under the soft glow. The guitars caressed his eardrums as her companion ordered the computer to increase the volume. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her, giving her a loving kiss and inviting her to the dance floor. Laughing together, they began to dance across the floor of the bedroom clothed only in the music.
All Christine could think of was who would have guessed Spock was a Lynyrd Skynyrd fan?