You could say one thing for the Commander. When he made up his mind about something, he didn't hesitate. Sulu liked that. A lot.

She was a rather direct kind of person herself. So it just seemed to fit well. When his shirt was tossed aside, Sulu leaned forward and covered his bare chest with heated, wet, kisses. Even went so far as to scrap her teeth flatly on his skin.

Then of course, her clothing was the next thing on the list. Sulu complied like a good little officer, lifting her arms to aid him in removing the command gold. As much as she loved the color, it really didn't do much for skin. Not like the lovely way that blue contrasted so prettily with Spock's paleness. For that vain reason, Sulu didn't usually opt to wear gold underclothes to match her uniform. As was the usual among all departments. Instead, Sulu went for the simple black bra.

Right now, it seemed more sinful than simple.

Sulu's hands ran back over Spock's chest as soon as they were free to do so once again. Trailing fingertips down and slowly working open the standard issue black pants. Her head tilted back to allow Spock all the freedom in the universe at her neck.