[Spock set Jim down on his bed, quickly climbing over him... plundering his mouth with his tongue. He wants to own and possess this man... he wants to love him. And it's that last thought above all that is the most frightening.]
I cherish thee...[The words slip out as Spock's hands start to trail up Jim's shirt once more, reveling in the feel of skin.]
Re: 14th-Evening
I cherish thee...[The words slip out as Spock's hands start to trail up Jim's shirt once more, reveling in the feel of skin.]