[Spock didn't want to stop... and soon enough he was gently pushing Jim down onto the couch, leaning his weight onto his golden form. His hands traveled, his fingers seeking out the skin under Jim's shirt.
Spock had given up feeling as though this could never work. They were here now, in Luceti... and while they were here, come what may, they should do what felt right. The bond buzzed, whispering loving Vulcan phrases to his bondmate.]
Re: 14th-Evening
His hands traveled, his fingers seeking out the skin under Jim's shirt.
Spock had given up feeling as though this could never work. They were here now, in Luceti... and while they were here, come what may, they should do what felt right. The bond buzzed, whispering loving Vulcan phrases to his bondmate.]